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- Every Faggot Needs a Man to Serve
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I'll never get tired of mentioning it, 'cause is the truth; I'm perfect. And I'm pretty fucking sure everyone knows it. Every silly dumb chick that I bang after a party, every man that falls for me... Well, they're not men. You can't call that way those little submissives faggots that are born to give everything they own to a real man. To someone like me.
Deep inside of me, I've always known that. But it wasn't after I started to took away everything from the first fag [just as he deserved] that I started searching for that kind of so called men. Unfulfilled and sad faggots that craved to serve. And you would be surprised of how many of them are waiting around for a REAL man to show up and make them realize where they belong: serving Me.
Don't misunderstand me; I love woman. A fat, juicy pussy is always welcome. But there was something about taking everything away from those fags and making them realize that they are nothing, that they need to worship and be humiliated in order to be happy... Something about that gave me a boner. I can't help it.
That's how I met Jamie. Searching.
JAMIE. He even has a faggot name.
I met him at the gym [you would be surprised to know how many submissives little boys go there just to admire studs and have material to jerk off later]. He looked like an average rich and "handsome" fuckboy, but I knew he wasn't. But not just because of the way he looked at me. Jamie... He just had that special thing in his eyes that BEGGED to be treated like the scum he was.
"You're doing it wrong. Stick out your butt in order to get the results you want." I told him one day, out of the blue. We were lifting weights, and he wasn't doing it wrong at all, but I wanted to see his reaction... What I said could have an... Interesting meaning to a fag, and I was sure he was going to get it.
He didn't disappoint me; his pretty face turned red, and he did what I told him to do. He didn't even look at me in the eye, but I know he could tell that I was pleased.
"Good job, boy." Again, he didn't answer, but his body did.
Jamie looked ridiculous, but he kept the position. He was, in a way, humiliating himself in front of the whole gym, and I'm sure he could tell by the way everyone was looking at him... But he probably liked it. I'm sure the poor fag was too busy trying to keep his dick from showing after receiving an order from such a hot stud like me.
"Hey, boy." I called him after a while. He immediately looked at me, just as a good trained puppy would. "Be good and buy for me a new towel. This one is filthy."
By the expression his face adopted, I'm sure he was trying very hard not to cum in his pants as I spoke to him. I didn't give him money to buy what I wanted, and he didn't ask. He just dropped the weights and he almost run to do what I ordered.
When he came back, he didn't look me in the eyes when he offered me my fresh towel. I took my time before accepting it; put the weights away, drank some water... And he just waited for me. Again, like a little well trained puppy.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Jamie." He spoke with a very soft voice, way different that how I've heard him talk before.
"Well, Jamie. You should do something about what's growing in your pants just now. Not all real man are so considerate with boys that get a boner while watching them work out." I told him as I clapped his shoulder. His little faggot face went full red, and I'm sure his little faggot cock went even harder. "For you." I threw him my used towel, the one that was wet with my sweat, and his eyes glanced as he catches it. "Tomorrow, boy."
And I just walked away.
I knew he would be back tomorrow at the same hour. I knew he loved the little taste I gave him of how It feels serving a real man, and that probably his dick would end up sore after reliving the moment in the comfort of his bed. I knew mine would.
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- COMMENTS
Michaelfantasiesover 1 year agoI didn't like it when people called me faggot, when I was younger. The word was demeaning, like the word cocksucker. Years later those words became less offensive to me, and I admit, arousing to hear! Now, if a man called me a faggot, I would instantly know what he is thinking about! Faggot and cocksucker are sort of a turn on for me now.
Anonymousover 3 years agoThis story got me so hot - I would love to meet you in a gym and become your fag boi
miss_yuzeabout 4 years ago... probably his dick would end up sore after reliving the moment in the comfort of his bed. *I knew mine would.* --Nice, thought-provoking touch. I guess the narrator is a bit of a homo himself! ;-)
Anonymousabout 4 years agoIt is true that fags like to serve straight men. It's their feminine submissive nature. They were probably bullied by straight popular studs when they were younger and they were even attracted to them. They enjoy receiving attention from a straight man, especially when the man is aggressive and masculine. What you fail to see is that these fags are actually very brave. Not only they are very often good at their jobs etc etc but they also have the nerve to follow their sexual instincts with no fear.
They know what they want ant they take it. You think you're some sort of Alpha God, but you fail to see that fags use you just as much as you use them. You're a source of pleasure and entertainment for them, just like they are for you. They crave submission in the same way you crave being served. You both need each other.
Also, the fact that they are sexually aroused by submission doesn't make them "worthless": on the contrary, they are very special, and brave like I said. It takes a real man to accept to be a fag. You're here telling "I like fat pussies" as if to make sure everyone knows you're straight. We get it. Talking about insecure. Think about how bold a fag is to actually humiliate himself in front of a gym. Could you ever do that?
I am not saying you should treat fags tenderly or with love. If you have no romantic feelings for the fag and the fag just wants to be used, there is no point in doing it. But at least acknowledge the effort the fag makes, acknowledge his worth as human being and above all, care for him. If he wants to give all his money to you and be your bitch boy, so be it. But remember: he is not scum, he is precious. Protect him like your puppy, make sure he is happy, try to understand his needs and feelings. You can be dominant without being abusive.
Anonymousover 4 years agoEvery time you hit a spelling or grammar mistake it is like a slap in the face and shocks you out of the “image world” that the story has created, and spoils the effect.
Of course, like Jamie, I would be only too happy to do the correction work for you.
