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Your brother in law acted like he was cool with you being gay in front of the family, he even went out of his way to act like you were his best buddy. Your sister was a nurse and she worked evenings and weekends, so he had a lot of time to spend alone doing whatever he wanted. So he started calling you up and telling you to come over and hang out with him. The first time out he called you a faggot, a retard, a loser, a turd. He laughed at you. He made you fetch him beers while he'd watch the game or watch porn while he made you sniff kiss massage and worship his sweaty socked feet. He was a construction foreman so he was always in his big work boots so his socks were always sweaty and stunk. Plus he wouldn't change them every day, just take them off and stuff them in his boots for the next day. As time went on he ended up making you blow him and rim his ass too. He said he'd never disrespect a woman and make your sister do either, that dirty homos like you were made for that. But most of your time was spent with your nose and face in his stinking socks. It not only felt good for him, but he fucking loved humiliating you like this.

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WHAT A MAN 🇺🇸

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Casting skit of the Rolling Rock foul ball commercial

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twink love

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See this? Now do you really think I'm going to let you get away with NOT doing what I say? Unless you want a major beat down faggot, start massaging my feet, they're sore from soccer practice all week. And they fucking stink, huh? Well, now, since you didn't immediately do what I said, you're gonna start massaging them with your face so you'll have to sniff their stink. Use the contours of your face to make it feel good homo. Now get your face in 'em loser.

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Shut the fuck up and sniff 'em faggot. No one cares what you say, no one gives a shit about you, you're scum and all Real Men wanna do is humiliate and degrade you for fun and beat the shit outta you once and awhile. You are shit. You're lower than shit. So sniff my fucking stinking socks before I kick you in the fucking face with 'em cock sucker. Smell my sock stink bitch.

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The guy in the apartment next door knows you're a fag from all the staring you've done in the lobby and in the hall and in the elevator. One day when the two of you were in the elevator alone he said "Be at my apartment door at eight o'clock, knock once." Then he exited the elevator and went right into his place. You were so excited, you thought finally, I'm going to get this awesome stud's cock and cum load in your mouth. Maybe he'd fuck you too. At eight you went to his door and knocked once. "Come in." You opened the door and closed it behind you and he said "Lock it." You did so then walked slowly toward his voice. There he was, in the living room looking at his phone with his feet up smoking a cigarette. "I've been watching you oogle over me ever since you moved in here. That's been a long time. You fags fucking need to stop making us real men uncomfortable like that. So I'm going to teach you a lesson that'll show you where you belong in respect to us. You probably thought you were coming over here for sex, right? No fucking way. I'd never let a dirty faggot put it's mouth on my dick nevermind put it up your filthy ass. So get on your knees and kiss my stinking socked feet. Beg me to forgive you for being so fucking disrespectful. Massage them to make up for your unacceptable behavior and sniff 'em too, smell the stink of a real man, homo." You were shocked by all of this but you were a faggot who did what it was told. So you got down on your knees and worshipped his stinking socked feet and begged for his forgiveness. He kept looking at his phone and occasionally slapped you in the face with his socked foot, and hard. He blew shine smoke in your face and you coughed and he called you a fucking pussy. This went in until about eleven pm when he said he was going to bed and for you to get the fuck out. He took your cell phone number and said he'd text you to come over for more discipline whenever he felt like it and that you better respond and get to his place fast, no matter where you are, or he'd beat you. You got up, said "Yes Sir, thank You Sir," and left his apartment. You had the feeling you'd be doing a lot of rushing to his place from now on. You were both taken by his demanding masculinity but also afraid of it. You'd do what he said.