Football season is 30 days away. Real football. Not this fifa shit.
So you messaged me and agreed to come over & be my faggot for the afternoon. Maybe if I was feeling nice I let you set a few limits. Which I’ll respect.
But when you get there the reality of being naked and on the floor in front of me and my friends hits you. You still do it. Can’t back out now right?!
I let you stand up only to get us beer, make us sandwiches. Don’t ever speak without me talking to you first. You’re clearly enjoying it, your clit stays hard.
But then the moment you talked a big game for. I have to piss. You will take it like a good urinal fag while my friends watch, intrigued and disgusted at your pathetic subservience.
You sputter. You gag. I smile and try to go slow. Didn’t imagine a man’s beer piss would taste like that huh? Stupid faggot.
You say you can’t drink the rest. I say you will. Or get the fuck out. You do it, slurping down the rest. And then the piss of all my friends.
By the end of the night, your naked belly is rounded from taking so much piss. I let you use the bathroom (sitting down like a good girl of course).
The evening ends. You beg to smell my armpits or feet. That earns you the belt. Don’t speak to me, I said.
Stupid fag. I’m not here for YOUR fantasy you are here to serve ME.
Now put your clothes back on and get the fuck out. There’s another game on next Monday night. Maybe I’ll reach out to you again, you did a pretty good job of being a urinal.
As you put back on your clothes I know I can’t leave it like that. I put you on your knees in front of me. I smile.
You served well. You did good. Understand? You’ve pleased me and my friends.
Fags are so sensitive, fuck.
