#FAG TAPES

[gianttankeh]

TFEH presents: The Bohman Brothers / Wild Rani / Off Brand at Fruitmarket, Edinburgh: 26/1/25.

2025's first TFEH family get together for & by weirdo sound enthusiasts at Fruitmarket, Edinburgh. You can find out more about this show & buy tickets here.

[skautism]

i need to get my fuckingggg GUITAR back from my ex

[tantamounttoflirtation]

"I love a good finger wagging." "Yes you do. How is Margot?" FFS ARE YOU GONNA MAKE A JOKE ABOUT SCISSORING NEXT? HAVE SOME DECORUM AND JUST CALL HER A DYKE ALREADY!!!!!! JEEZ. WE ALL KNOW THATS WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO! WHATS SHE GONNA DO ABOUT IT? TAKE YOUR BOOKS AWAY??? STOP BEING A COWARD. GO ON. SAY IT

[citrusbarking]

brother bonding movie night!! Hell yea! Just the bros, junk food and the whole basement to themselves! What can go wrong!…

While digging through some old cassette tapes to find a good movie they struck gold! There old man’s old dirty magazines and porno videos! What started with them divvying up the goods turns into the big brother playing one of the videos as a joke! First one to look away is a fag!

Little bro is still pretty sheltered sexually so what started as him making jokes about the porno and blushing turns into the little guy going quiet…watching with lidded eyes as he watched something so..intense…for the first time.

big bro on the other hand is completely desensitised, he never really reacted to strongly to porn…but when the mental image of his little brother in the same position of the pretty girl on screen popped into his head….suddenly he was a lot more interested.

When little bro looked over to see the tent under his brothers blanket he immediately pointed and laughed…only to find his own getting ripped off as his sexual frustrated older brother forced him down on the couch, his bigger and harsher frame easily taking over the little one’s younger one. He roughly stropped his lil bros failing arms and limbs with punches and force before shoving his hand down his pj shorts. Feeling the slick mess….

The basement drowns out noise completely with its thick concrete walls…so their mom and dad sit upstairs obliviously as there oldest pounds his cum into their youngest, his body beaten and his little womb full of warm seed <3

[humiliatemeplesse]

Alright you stupid faggot, you wanna stare at me the entire game and make me uncomfortable, almost make me throw off my game? Sniff my fucking sweaty socked feet, kiss 'em and beg for my forgiveness, beg me to not kick you face black and black with 'em. And from now on you show up near the very end of the games. You're gonna add up the total score and multiply that times one hundred and that's how much money you'll give me. Every fucking Saturday asswipe. Then we'll come to your car like this and you'll worship my stinking socked feet and thank me for allowing you the honor of being in my presence. Got it fag? And remember, I've got your license now so I know where you live. You don't show up once and watch what happens when I storm into your place. I'll fucking stomp you into a bloody pulp on your own floor and while you're trying to reach your cell phone to call an ambulance I'll duct tape your mouth shut and your hands and feet too and watch the game on your TV while I use you as my footstool. Alright now, fucking sniff and kiss my sweaty socks and beg cock breath, you stupid fucking waste of space.

[subfootboii]

Your master had left his job to focus on gaming and using you. His income from renting you to other guys can easily cover his expenses. You've been rented to worship feet, clean houses, and be used sexualy. Sometimes you see him only once a week and as much as you like to serve other alphas, you crave to be used personally by him.

Today he decided to keep you for himself. You woke up and prepared his breakfast before serving it to him. He didn't want to go to the gym but he still needed practice so he taped you to a pole and started using you like punching bag. Your whole body was beaten and you get some kicks too.

After he finished he let you taped for some time before freeing you and ordering you to bow before him.

"You ready to worship master's feet fag? Been a while since you worthless piece of shit licked my foot."

"I'd love nothing more master. I beg for your permission master."

"First you have to thank me for using you earlier today. Then I want you to sit and watch my godly feet as I play. I want you to appreciate the feet you owe everything to, the feet that gave you a purpose fag."

You did as he said and watched his feet. His wide meaty soles and sexy toes resting on the coffee table showing more masculinity than you. Your dick was straining against it's cage and leaking.

After an hour of watching him wiggling his toes he ordered you to start sniffing his feet. You did as he completely ignored you. That was followed with an order to worship his feet. You started licking his feet passionately while you rubbed your face against his soles. You moved on to suck his toes and after some time he started stomping your face signaling you to stop.

"That's all you get for now. Go get ready my guy is on his way to take you for a couple of days. You better serve him well he'll pay me good."

"As you wish master."

[bloos-bloo]

Joffy if I didn��t know any better I would think you’d be referring to me.

Thing is I would say yes

I await the day with fear where I ask an American if I can "bum a fag" and watch them stare at me like I'm insane

[esoterictboy]

i woke up horny as fuck.. some bros & i hung out last night n we were looking at my friends porno tape he bought.. the whole fuckin time my hole was dripping while all the guys were staring at the girl getting fucked by 4 guys at once i was getting so fucking horny thinking about getting my ass n pussy stretched out by stronger guys. i drove home n now im smoking a joint n watching porn. im leakin through my pants cuz i have a vibrator wand over my jeans n im fuckin desperate man. u know im not fuckin gay but i jus need u to tell me how to cum. please.

— 🍐

I mean it’s prettty fucking gay to wish you were getting plowed by a bunch of dudes and it’s pretty fucking gay to watch a porno together ? You wanted to show em didn’t you, you wanted them to fuck you, have em all take out their dicks and arch your back ? That’s fag shit, and fags should fuck themselves stick that vibrator in your pants and ride it until your pants are all messy with your cum I know you want to.

[konigsblog]

overstimulation

price x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist. (day 15)

warnings: female overstimulation, female anatomy, mean!price, degrading, BDSM.

John's hands wandered all over your precious body. You were just a fleshlight for him to use and abuse, to fuck into after a failed mission, to ruin after a difficult and hardworking day.

Anger filled his veins today, and he decided he'd needed to take this anger out into someone. More specifically, you.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, his cock stuffed into your mouth and your pussy slick. You grinded against his military boot, moaning around his girthy cock and letting your tears stream down your raw cheeks. A plug filled your asshole and nipple clamps pinching your nipples, tape binding your wrists and tying them behind your back to restrict you.

Being bent over in doggy with your pussy full of his thick, musky dick. Your eyes were sensitive and raw from sobbing. Breathless and panting with a ballgag around your mouth, silencing you. John held your wrists together, using them to fuck you back onto his hard dick, babbling and whining for him to be gentle when he was ploughing into you.

A collar around your neck, his name embroidered onto it, looming above his little pet. “Filthy fuckin' slag.” he spat, a fag glob of saliva landing onto your tongue, slapped about while you bounced down onto a dildo.

Oh, you were just so desperate... how could he not feel the need to ruin you? So gorgeous and pretty, a smirk stained onto his face, watching as you grinded down onto a cock, crying for the real thing.

Folds raw from being used, filled with his big dick since you'd been so, so needy! You just wouldn't shut up... Slamming into your hole until you became limp from his rough fuckings, gasping and moaning out, your face sore from being smacked and your clit overstimulated and sensitive as he rubbed it. “Ain't'cha jus' so fuckin' greedy? So tight, so wet and warm, pet.” he praised. Praising you for being so slick that he didn't have to use any lube, yet degrading you and treating you like a filthy animal for being so overstimulated.

You squirted against the wooden floor, your knees bruised and your throat covered in hickeys, sore from the collar around it. But, he wasn't finished with you and your body. Gripping your collar from the back, slamming into your swollen cunt until he'd finished deep inside you. Leaving you sensitive and numb.

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated. 🎀

[menlove]

now i'm curious .. why do you think john was gay?

disclaimer: this is not bi erasure & if anyone tries to start discourse w me about that i do not careeeee sorry. i care deeply abt bi erasure but he never labeled his own sexuality & as a figure of the past it's more than fair to speculate that when he talked abt his attraction to women it was from the pov of a gay man dealing w comphet. if he were alive today and saying he was bisexual i'd leave it alone but he's not so i'm not. sexuality can absolutely be fluid! and he very well may have been bisexual! this is just my personal theory & interpretation of things he's said through the lens of viewing him as a gay man. MOVING ON.

i need you to imagine all of this to the benny hill theme. let's go

with the beatles by alistair taylor pg. 98 (at least in the pdf copy i have- there's no actual page numbers so it might not match up exactly if you have the print copy)

and from the same book like a paragraph down- this one is not AS crazy bc there's a million explanations but also not being able to get it up for the one woman you've fantasized about forever...... oh brother

in a description of an auctioned off audio tape:

this :|

this from JOOOOAN BAEZ. JOAN BAEZ.

(source)

"It’s a plus, it’s not a minus. The plus is that your best friend, also, can hold you without… I mean, I’m not a homosexual, or we could have had a homosexual relationship and maybe that would have satisfied it, with working with other male artists."

this infamous quote (source from the wonderful @amoralto who is a great resource for beatles archiving)

"He was completely open and uninhibited with her, as she learned to be with him, owning up to his deepest sexual fantasies—like one of making love to a woman in her eighties, or even older, whose veined and wrinkled hands would be covered in diamonds. Over time, she became accustomed to his particular style of backhanded compliment. 'Do you know why I like you?' he remarked on one occasion. 'It’s because you look like a bloke in drag. You’re like a mate.' Yoko laughingly replied that she thought he must be 'a closet fag.'"

john lennon: the life by philip norman (take him w a grain of salt. also the doc i have for this one is html so i truly would have 0 clue on what page number this would be) BUT this is also corroborated by a yoko quote herself in a 1981 new york magazine interview

no, no, no by yoko ono which. what do i even need to say.

"I remember it, vaguely. I was out of me mind with drink – when you get down to the point where you drink all the empty glasses, that drunk. And he was saying, 'Well, come on, John, tell us,' something like that, 'Tell me about you and Brian, we all know,' like that. And obviously, I must have been un– uh, f– frightened of the fag in me to get so angry at that. You know, when you’re twenty-one, you want to be a man, and all that. And for the first time I thought, 'I could kill this guy.' I just saw it, like on a screen, that if I hit him once more, I – that’s gonna be it."

this other infamous quote uploaded in an audio by @amoralto (source)

"John believed in my work as an artist wasn’t accepted in part because I am a woman. He got angry when people said about me, 'She’s not a woman, she’s a female impersonator.' John said to me, 'If I had been gay and gotten together with a guy who was talented like you, after ten years that guy would have become famous as an artist in his own right. Maybe we should come out and say, 'Actually, Yoko is a guy.' Maybe that will do it!' That made him laugh a lot. John learned about women’s oppression from me, but I learned a lot about men’s vulnerability from him. He expressed his vulnerability, unlike a lot of other men. I learned that it’s not just men oppressing women. Men also suffer, they feel fear and guilt. For example, I thought the fact that men buy prostitutes was terrible. It filled me with indignation. But John explained it differently. 'It’s humiliating for a guy to buy a whore,' he told me. 'It’s proof that he’s rejected, he’s just so desperate.' I had never thought of that: for me who go to prostitutes, sex is connected to being rejected and humiliated. I always hated people who committed sex crimes, but through John I tuned in to their pain. John told me that it was unfortunate for the poor guy whose sexual preference was a crime and something to be feared. John’s perspective was, 'I’m lucky I’m normal.'"

yoko interview with jon wiener in come together: john lennon in his time. just..... whatever the hell is going on here.

interview w lisa robinson in hit parader "a conversation with john lennon" 1975

"With his four months’ greater experience, Sheridan was an ideal guide to the Reeperbahn’s more exotic diversions, like the Schwülen laden. Stu Sutcliffe later wrote home in amazement that the transvestites were 'all harmless and very young' and it was actually possible to speak to one 'without shuddering.' Though raised amid the same homophobia as his companions, John seemed totally unshocked by St. Pauli’s abundant drag scene; indeed, he often seemed actively to seek it out. 'There was one particular club he used to like,' Tony Sheridan remembers, 'full of these big guys with hairy hands, deep voices—and breasts. But they used to make an effort to talk English. There was something about the place that seemed to make John feel at home.'"

another from john lennon: the life so take it w a grain of salt

so many excerpts from skywriting by word of mouth

and more!

and thats all i'm hunting down for now but he also like Continuously went on and on and and on and ON about how his relationship w yoko worked bc she was so much like a man/mate/what have you

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

So many words pop into your head when you see a picture like this.

Sissy, of course. Faggot, obviously. Diaper pansy, for sure. Failed man. Pansy. Pathetic. Pampers Pussy. Princess. Pathetic. Fairy. Cum-guzzling diaper slut. Pacified creampuff. Diapered cuckold.

A sissy like this...all you can do is shake your head and speculate. Like, obviously the diaper and sissy addiction has totally taken over his life. He started out looking at online fags and dreaming of being one and then eventually had his own little wardrobe and required diapers. Then he started taking pictures of himself and jerking off to that, just like all the sissies he'd seen. Eventually that high wasn't enough and like a drug addict searching out more and more dangerous substances he needed to up the ante. So why not send the picture to someone! Smart!

Then, when he hadn't cum for a good long while, he wanted someone to post his picture! Really smart! Now, hundreds, thousands of sissies would see him and jerk off the same way he used to. The sissy cycle of shame will continue forever like this.

Other questions pop up: This can't be his own house, right? All his money probably goes into Pampers and dresses and it's impossible to picture him managing his life enough to maintain a mortgage or even timely rent payments. Who has time for bills when there's diaper stories to read and sissy porno to watch while he humps a pillow in his crinkly undergarments, dreaming of a life of total diaper dependence. So maybe it's his sister's house or something and her and her family, totally unaware of the pervert in their midst, are gone for the weekend while her brother housesits. Little do they know what this diaper queer needs is a babysitter. Not a kind, cute girl, but some mean dude who will throw him over his knee when naughty and make the pussy cry before taping him back into his diapees and dresses.

Speaking of cute girls. Do we think this sissy has ever had sexual intercourse with one? No. A blowjob? Surely not. His limp dick likely only hardens when inside the confines of his ridiculous diapers, and some poor girl isn't going to let him slide his clitty inside her, no matter how much he might be willing to pay.

Yeah. Paints a picture, huh? So that's what comes to mind when seeing this picture. A total failure of a man but a ringing success as a diaper sissy. And ALL diaper sissies need to be spread and exposed for all to see. Meaning, reblog, reblog, reblog. Don't just like. Make this sissy regret ever climbing into his diapers. He'll surely squirt into his poopy Pampers the second this is posted but hopefully then the regret begins, like it always does. But by then it'll have been reposted here, there and everywhere and this sissy's fate will be complete and he can take his spot with all the other top diaper fags on Tumblr.

[sugarcubeindulgent]

LARPing with Jerry anon guy returning to say: I’m a simple man, I usually go for Josh (I want that fat boy)

Josh but in the way where he’d jerk off with me while saying it totally doesn’t make us gay cause we aren’t touching each other (Internalized homophobia Josh truther unfortunately, I need him confused, ashamed and calling me that special 3 letter f word while taking it up the ass at the same time)

larp anon...i desperately need to kiss your ring because you're just a genius. why are you not posting these concepts for us (me) to read (jerk to) and enjoy entirely? <\3

mutual masturbation with josh would be so yummy, especially as a guy! josh actually managing to get his hands on a porno tape, inviting you to watch it so he can brag about how he has it when he eventually offers to show the other guys. the porno is something super cheesy, a seventies pool boy flick but it still manages to make the atmosphere hot and needy. josh continuing to shift on the couch, as if he's not so obviously trying to create friction against his cock through his pants. continuous glances to him until he finally gets too frustrated when the pool boy's cock is slotted in the hot mom's mouth. "it's just us." his face would be so flushed and red. "it isn't gay if we just get off, we wouldn't be fags or a-anything." and you're already undoing your pants.

josh would only feel hotter, harder, needier when you're jerking off next to him. his eyes would continue to go to your hand fisted around your cock, his own hand fisting his cock so quickly you hear the wet smack of the side of his hand on his balls. urghh...it all ending with you fucking josh as he says you're the fag because you're the one fucking a guy as if he isn't the one burying his face into the arm of the couch to muffle his messy moans while you fuck his ass.

brilliance, anon, truly !!

[everydaym0nstrosity]

145 Of The Best Avantgarde/Experimental Record Labels Of All Time

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Angst

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ASRAR

At War With False Noise

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[hxrnyhunter]

saw your “faggot” post and I wish it was meee. Please please stalk me until you can get me in a dressing room, then bully me for being such an eager faggot rape doll please. I know we’re both ftm but you can make fun of me for being girly too if that’s okay 👉👈 Like tell me I’m a cute fag boy as you rape me Idk

Watching you as you go shopping. Completely unaware of how I'm stalking you. My t-dick is throbbing in excitement as I see you finally go inside a dressing room. It's one of those unattended ones, so I can slip right in after you. It's a random weekday in the morning, so the store is slow. I don't think anyone is around to hear you, not that I intend on letting you have a chance to make a sound.

I slip into the dressing room beside you, laying on the ground and waiting for the perfect moment to crawl into your room. When you’re pulling your shirt over your head, I make my move, quickly crawling into your dressing room. When you pull the shirt off, I grab you, pushing you on your knees.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you scream,” I growl in your ear, pressing a knife against your throat. You whimper but nod, pointing towards your wallet on the bench, which makes me laugh. “As if that’s what I want.”

To my surprise, you open your mouth, looking up at me in the mirror. I walk around you, dropping my pants and rubbing my t-dick against your mouth. You look up at me, fear and arousal in your eyes.

“Suck.”

You quickly take my t-dick into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on it as you try to make sure my knife doesn’t dig too much into your soft throat. I groan, pulling my knife back slightly so you can bob faster.

“There we go. What a good little faggot you are.”

You whine slightly, pressing your legs together as you suck me off. When I notice, I start laughing at you. “Does this turn you on, bitch? You like being used by a stranger? You’re nothing but a needy faggot, aren’t you?”

Your response to all of my questions is to whine and keep sucking, so I decide to do something different. Yanking you up by your hair, I bend you over the bench in the fitting room. Your pants are already off, so all I have to do is pull off your boxers, revealing your soaked boycunt and throbbing t-dick.

“I knew you’d like this, fucking pathetic fag. I bet you’ve thought of this for so long,” I mock you as I force my fingers inside of you, stretching out your dripping hole.

We hear another door open and shut. For a moment, I think you’re going to scream or beg for help, so I put the knife back to your throat. “I could kill you before anyone gets to you,” I threaten, adding another finger inside of you.

You nod, tears pricking your eyes as I roughly violate you. When I pull out my fingers, your body sags with relief, but I’m not done yet. I start stroking and playing with your cock as I force mine inside of you. You start whining and shaking your head, panting and trying not to moan.

“Be quiet or someone will hear you getting raped, then I’ll have to kill you,” I warn as I roughly fuck your boycunt, my fingers teasing your cunt until you cum on me. “You’re such an eager little tape doll, aren’t you faggot? You like a stranger fucking you. You like being my faggot plaything.”

You try to deny it, but it’s no use. Eventually I get done with you, leaving you slumped on the bench, covered in my cum and your own juices.

[bigboysfalldeep]

My secret would be getting captured during a walk or a cruise by being chloroformed, get blindfolded, get a headset up my ears with vocal reprogamming hynosis, so when we arriving at your place, your newly hunted fag is ready to be taken, Sir

Routines. The silliest routines are the easiest way for you to fall into a hunters trap.

For you, it was your daily walk through the park at the exact same time, walking the exact same way, and those routines, let anyone drop their guard.

It all happened so fast. You didnt even see your attacker at all. The only thing you felt was a wet cloth covering nearly your entire face. That burning, chemical smell invaded your nostrils, your lungs and finally, your brain. As you grew weaker, someone steadied you. Two big arms wrapped around your body, hugging you, lovingly almost.

You didnt feel pain, no stress, no fear. As your eyes grew heavy, and as you lost control of your limbs, you felt your mind drifting away.

But it was far from over.

When you came to your senses, you tried to open your eyes, but the darkness wouldnt subside. Indeed, you were blindfolded, and gagged. Tape was covering your mouth and part of your neck. Someone made sure you wouldnt get it off on your own.

To make things worse, your hands and ankles were tied together as well. So tight, infact, you felt so much pressure anytime you tried to move.

You couldnt see, couldnt talk, couldnt move. But you heard someone move all around you. By the smell of his cologne you assumed it was a man, a beefy man, just by the feeling of his arms around your chest earlier.

"Finally got you little one." A deep voice echoes through you, sending shivers down your spine. Now you were scared. What was he going to do to you?

"This will be fun." His oily voice ran down your back, making you shiver.

He then covered your ears with huge headphones, making it even harder for you to make out anything. Still, you tried to call for help, but the tape wouldnt let you even breathe properly. Muffled screams filled your mind, and then you realized when the engine roared to life, shaking your surroundings. You were sitting in a car, an old car to be precise.

Shaking heavily, you tried to wake up. This must be a bad dream right? Maybe a prank?

That all changed when the speakers turned alive, playing some weird, loud music. Its rhythm rushed through your body, and it reacted right away. Somehow, this music calmed you down. Maybe it was the soft bass, maybe the idyllic background noises. Anyway, your breathing slowed down quickly, and you felt more and more relaxed.

But there was something hidden underneath many layers, deep inside the music. Words, phrases, little commands. But the most important thing was obedience.

Be a good boy. Just relax. Its so easy, isnt it?

Its tiresome to fight, to revolt. Just let go.

You felt conflicted. Leaning in to these messages made you feel better, but something felt wrong. Your body, on the other hand, was willing to follow those commands.

Hard. Get hard. Even harder. Just listen. And get hard.

All of your muscles were bulging, growing bigger and bigger. So did your cock.

You felt it bulge inside your pants, as if trying to break free, break through the fabric barely able to contain it.

To make matters worse, you felt a huge hand on your thighs. The man was still here, watching, with growing desire himself. His giant hand grabbed your vibrating cock, and started to play with it.

It felt so good, even though, you didnt like it at first.

With the music still playing, those commands ringing through your head, your tried your best to fight back. But no mind could withstand that for too long.

You didnt even know for how long you were in this state. The man kept edging you on and on and on. But you were never able to cum. Something prevented you from getting that desired relief.

The tape on your mouth was already drenched by you drooling heavily. A huge wet spot covered your crotch. Precum, more and more precum. That was all that came out of your cock.

Until you couldnt take it anymore. It was easier to give in anyway.

You leaned your head back against the car seat, and as your eyes rolled back into your skull, you felt the tip of your cock finally shoot load after load. The man kept fondling your wet meat, as more and more cum spread all over your trousers.

With every drop, every twitch, every shot, you felt not only your balls draining, but your mind as well.

You didnt care anymore about the music, the tape, the blindfold. Cumming was all on your mind. Cumming and pleasing your master.

You were so far gone, you didnt even notice the man leading you into his house. Where he removed all your restrains. You didnt need them anymore after all.

He took of your jacket and shirt, but left your stained trousers untouched. The man inspected you closely, while you looked at him, with vacant, foggy eyes.

This was the mean who owned you. You need him. You need to obey him.

Be a good toy. Just obey

[subfootboii]

"Here I'll remove your blindfold for a while, yeah feast your eyes and look at my feet fag."

You woke restrained and unable to move, as your whole body was taped. You only had your mouth and nose uncovered, however your mouth was being forcely opened by a gag, and his feet were covering them the whole time. You don't know how many hours has passed but it's surely been a long time.

He removed your blindfold and you can finally see, it took some time for your vision to refocus and there was nothing but his feet to look at.

"That's enough let's get this back on."

You tried to beg him not to, but you couldn't move or talk, and you barely had any power left in you as you've been struggling for hours with no success. He stuck one foot in your mouth and other on your nose.

"Hey buddy, you and the boys coming tonight?... yeah I got him right there under my feet... Oh I'm pretty sure he loves it... don't be late... yeah I bet fagy boy will love to clean them all."

You figured he was having a phone call, you got really scared, as thoughts ran through your brain. You tried to fight but their was nothing you can do. You couldn't move, speak, or see.

"Oh boy I know how excited you are, you'll have the nigh of your life today. My buddies are coming over for a foot service, you better do a good job and make me proud fag."

(Story suggestion by: @gayfeetbondage)