#popper fag

[nururu]

also I made these

[paterklatter]

[sub4dominant]

Truly Owned

That moment when your mind and body go to a whole other place.

There’s been a gradual build up, your skilful Master adding layer upon layer of pain and degradation to endure.

it started after being strapped into position with the verbal abuse, reminding you what you are, what you are for, a quick way to get you focused. ‘dick-bitch’ ‘cunt’ fag-slut’ ‘piece of shit’ ‘inferior scum’….’YES SIR, it is just a hole for abuse, SIR!’

Then brutally untied before being thrown over Master’s knee, the spanking was a gentle warm-up, bare handed, humiliating, bad boy. Then bent over, grabbing ankles…10 with the belt, followed by 10 with the crop…’Thank You SIR, Please may i have another SIR?!’

He bites, He, squeezes, clamps and abrades before you willingly put your hands behind your back for the application of the pegs…cock, balls, tits, nose, eyelids, septum, ears. The pain slowly building, burning, endured.

The bondage is simple enough but totally debilitating, ankles and wrists bound together, no chance of escape now.

He rapes your mouth with His tongue, panting, greedy. His teeth tear at your tongue, His eyes terrify you, excite you, possess you. you are His. Takes the facial pegs off with His teeth, tears, tugs. the pain as the blood rushes back into the tender body parts is enough to make you scream…time for the gag.

Now you are panting, 2 hours in and your ass is throbbing, the pegs ever growing agony, helpless, sweating, struggling, drooling, no longer human, just a horny animal, panting, begging, every sensation controlled and still He whispers in your ear…’nasty little pig, grovelling worm, slutty puppy’.

He easily pulls you back onto His lap, hole exposed for the world to see, the online world, the cam positioned perfectly, public humiliation added to the list, another emotion to comprehend, deal with. your renewed struggling and muffled begging will please the viewers, pleases Master.

Brown bottle held to your nose, countdown from 10….then again….then again. Head spins, eyes widen as the baseball bat is slowly presented to you. End placed on your forehead and then slowly traced down to the waiting hole, pink and open. your sweat providing some lube.

He teases you stroking the opening, pressure then withdrawl. More poppers then as one hand rips off a trio of pegs the other pushes, forces until the bat penetrates your tight pussy. He bites down on your ear and thats when it happens….sensory overload. you fly, go to another place, ecstatic, overwhelmed, pain, pleasure. you want to hurt more, you want to feel more, you are part of Master, He owns you, you are His, you are connected, He has the power to change you, to possess you, to take you over. He is everywhere, He is here. You feel everything, you feel nothing.

He is pumping the bat, in and out, every stroke taking more out of you, feeding on you. More pegs are ripped off, you grow weak, compliant, a rag doll, mindless, murmuring, thanking, praising, exploding. the gag is removed and you feel His tongue again, softer, the bat is slowly withdrawn. He holds you, you sob into his chest. your cum is running down your leg, forming a huge puddle on the floor between His feet.

Untied, He lets you slip to the floor, you are still lost, tongue out, panting, worshipping. He knows, He knows what He can do to you, what He can do for you. He pushes your head into the puddle, clean up. The task helps you to regain a little bit of focus, lap, lap, lap and swallow. As you come up, His cock is there waiting, you will spend the next hour worshipping it, pleasing it. Your mind is now completely focused on Him, you will make sure this is the best head you have ever given, nothing matters but the cock, nothing matters but Master. He has proved yet again that He truly owns you.

[alphaversebot]

Stole a pair of my straight firefighter friends dirty underwear from his hamper the night of the super blue moon. I left them to bathe in the cosmic energy. Now I shall use it as a medium to inhale this fresh bottle of poppers. Musk and BO normally turn me on. The smells from this treasure make my hole twitch and the stains taste pretty good. Knowing that a strong white man wore these while saving lives and now a stupid fag is going to reap the reward of his efforts, makes me feel like I have a purpose.

Yes I’ve been storing them in a cigar box in a ziplock to lock in the flavor.

[hiskillingjar]

Could you maybe elaborate on Strade forcemascing you? Because the thought of him calling you his boy did... things to me

alrightttt you absolute perverts, let's fucking do this i guess. we're doing actual forcemasc too, not the lame tboy poetry kind

2100+ words, fem mc (for now), faggot isn’t a slur, she’s a sister to me (but cw for slurs i guess and also drug use).

"Why do you even have these?" 

You poked at one of the little red bottles on Strade's desk as he worked on something new for his website, recognising the shape, colour scheme and font choice almost instantly from your days of partying with the GSA committee in college. You couldn't resist a little scoff as you looked up at him, raising a brow.

"Aren't you a little old for poppers?"

Distracted from his work (albeit just momentarily), Strade looked up with a surprised look on his face, letting out a huffed laugh as he turned his attention from the computer and onto you.

"You know what poppers are?" He asked, raising a brow. "That's a surprise. I figured that you wouldn't...not many know about them anymore. Not without looking it up, at least."

"Come on, I'm not an idiot," You replied, rolling your eyes as you leaned against the side of the desk, peering at the silent video auto-playing on his screen, as grisly as ever. No doubt you'd have to get on an edit for it, soon, and distribute it to his growing audience. The longer you did it, the more you didn’t mind doing it. "And, I mean, I had a lot of gay friends in college, too. It's, like, super trendy now, way more than it used to be."

"Hah, nice to hear that it's still a thing with the younger generations then." He chuckled, resting his arm on the desk and letting his cheek loll down lazily against his fist. "I'm surprised a pretty, young lady like yourself knows all about them, though" Strade then leaned forward and picked up one of the bottles, tapping the top of it playfully. "Usually this kind of thing would be reserved for fags like me."

You rolled your eyes again when he called you a 'young lady' (though the age difference between you was becoming less of an issue the more times he spoke of it, and only caused more and more of a stirring in your core) before sitting up on the desk top and spreading your legs a little, your shorts riding up your thighs and clinging tight.

Oh yeah?" You tilted your head, your tone a little teasing. "Wanna share any fun stories?"

Strade's eyes flitted from the little bottle and back to you, spanning up your spread thighs (lingering on the tight gusset for maybe a second too long to be innocent) and to your face, his own smirking and smug. 

"You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." 

"Well, I've had a lot of experiences," You replied with a casual shrug, as he rolled his chair in front of you and placed his hands on either side of your hips, his knees pressing up against your calves, pinning you in place. You found that you didn’t mind it so much, though. "You're going to have to be more specific."

"Hmmm..." He hummed, as if deep in thought, and his gaze flickered from your eyes, down to your mouth, then to your chest (you weren't wearing a bra either and you were sure your top was a little too small and clinging for you) as he thought about your answer. "Well...tell me anything you think I'd be surprised by." His gaze came up again to meet yours, a knowing smile on his lips. "Something you've never told anyone."

"Hm...I've had a threesome?" You suggested, resting your palms behind you as you leaned back on the desk, smiling coyly.

"A threesome?" He repeated with a slightly impressed look. "With a guy and a girl, or two guys...or two girls?" 

"Two guys," You replied with a little titter, knowing why he was asking about the latter (like the dirty old man he was). "My housemate is-" You hesitated, wondering how you should speak about your past life…you probably should have been more upset about considering it a past life, but you were far from sorrow at this point. "Well...he was bi and had a long-term boyfriend, but he wanted to...you know, get a girl involved. Remember what he was missing, or some shit." 

"Mmm, I bet," He hummed again, moving his hands up and down your calves. You couldn’t remember the last time you shaved your legs, but Strade never made you feel bad about that. "...And, what, you decided to volunteer yourself as tribute?" He continued with a grin. "Kind of slutty, kind of hot, fraulein. Did you have fun?"

You laughed at the idea of 'volunteering yourself' for such a situation, but shrugged your shoulders again, taking in a slow breath as his hands roamed up your hips and to the waistband of your shorts, feeling where they dug into you and marked your skin with pink indentations. 

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun." You nodded, letting out a soft sigh as he eased his hands past the waistband of your shorts and took a firm grip on your hips, calloused skin on skin. "We got high on Rush," You nodded back to the little red and yellow bottles. "And...yeah, had a good time."

"Right..." His smirk curved into a salacious grin as his hands slid from your hips and round to your ass, pulling you further up the desk and closer to him, your legs spreading completely on either side of the computer chair to give him room to slot between. You should have felt more vulnerable…you should have. "And why do you think they were interested in you, of all people?"

"I-I don't know..." You mumbled, taking in an unsteady breath as he continued to grope and knead at your flesh and leaned in closer between your spread legs. "Close proximity, maybe…I was down for whatever, too, that was probably pretty convincing, too..."

"Hmph...you know," He tilted his head, giving your ass another firm grope. "Maybe the reason you were pulled into that threesome was because you're so... boyish, you know?"

"Boyish?" You repeated, giving him a questioning look as he groped you, forcing your body to sit up straight in a squeaking flinch. "I'm not...I'm not that boyish."

"Oh really? You think not?" He asked innocently, feigning surprise as he took advantage of the little jump and worked on dragging your shorts down your thighs. "I mean...come on now, have you looked at yourself? You couldn't pass as a girl if you tried..." He shrugged casually despite the filthy subtext behind his words, his lips curling into a teasing smile.

You said nothing to that, and your face flushed a bright hue of red as you tried to look to the side and appear as aloof and distant as you should have been.

His words were playful for the time being, his tone more teasing than anything else, but his teasing nature did nothing to stop him as he pulled your shorts past your knees and sat up in his seat to pull you closer and place a whisper of a kiss on your neck.

"You know…if I wasn’t looking at you really closely, I could almost be fooled into thinking you were a boy. Maybe that’s what you should be, instead…you’re a little too filthy to be a girl, after all."

You let out an unsteady breath as he kissed and licked and nipped at your neck, pressing your thighs together to stop yourself from trembling as he tossed your shorts to the side.

His kisses and nips became more and more drawn out and teasing as he dragged his thick tongue against your bare neck, stimulating each nerve and making you shiver and tremble and tighten up against him. As he did this, his strong hands (calloused, scarred, masculine) slid up your legs so that he could force your thighs apart and spread you open completely, despite the tightness in your body. 

Keeping one hand on your knee, the other started to trace small circles along the inside of your thighs, his fingers starting to move higher and higher to the wetness that lay between them.

"Ahhnn..." You groaned, pressing yourself closer to him, your legs tightening on either side of his body as his fingers breached your entrance without even a degree of resistance.

His lips never lost the momentum they had, kissing and nipping and biting from your neck down to the edge of your collarbone, but eventually, he decided to stop entirely, instead bringing his mouth back up to your ear as his fingers kept delving deep inside of you, his calloused thumb rubbing against the blooming bud of your clit and making you tense even more.

"You wanna know why I think those boys got you involved?" He asked softly, his words hot against your sensitive skin.

"W-Why?" You stammered, trembling a little more, biting your lip as he dragged his fingers against your insides.

"Because they saw you as one of them. A boy. A faggot, no less." His voice dipped down into a low whisper that always got your heart racing. They had a playful tone now, as if he were joking, but when he reached down with his free hand to grope and squeeze his cock through his khakis, you had a sense that he wasn’t joking or trying to tease you.

He was enjoying this.

"I mean, you are one, aren't you?" He then asked, his golden eyes flitting up to meet yours. “That’s why you take poppers, and spread your legs the moment a guy is rough with you, hm? Am I right? Come on...say it." 

"Nooo..." You pleaded softly, your fluttering eyes rolling back into your skull as his fingers delved deeper, your breathing even heavier as your chest rose up and down forcefully. “No, noooo, no no I’m not…ah-I-I’m a girl, I’m a girl…”

"Ah, come on…ust say it. It'll be fun.” He chuckled, continuing his cruel assault on your clit as he continued to stimulate himself, despite the barrier between his hand and his cock. “I won't judge. But it'd be nice to know the truth, for us to share some truth, too. To know you better…" He then tilted his head for a quick moment of consideration. “And maybe I’ll fuck you like the faggot you are, if you do…”

"Hmmmph, please..." You pleaded with an erratic nod of your head, biting your lip. “Please fuck me, please…”

"Say it, and I'll keep going." He then said, his voice taking a tone of stern authority (that made your cunt tighten around his fingers), as he leaned up close to your neck again, forcing you down against the desk, his dark gaze almost piercing. "Say you're one of us...one of the boys..."

"Hahh...I'm...I'm a boy," You murmured airily, mindlessly, feeling a little light-headed as you did so, watching as he deftly unbuckled his belt with one hand and kept working on himself. "Mmph, I’m a boy, I’m a boy…I-I'm a faggot..."

"Mmm, good boy…my boy.” He praised with a truly lecherous look of pure delight in his golden eyes. “Did that feel good to finally admit to me?" He then asked, as he slid his fingers out of you (wiping them off on his trousers), and pressed his body down against yours as he forced your back flat onto the desk. "Was that so hard?"

"Yes...hah, it felt good, yeah..." You slurred with a nervous smile, pressing closer to him as you felt the head of his cock graze over your cunt and tease you even more. “Mmph, please…”

“Ah,” He let out a little sigh as he slowly slid inside of you, just a flicker of pleasure showing on his face as he pressed into the wet warmth of your cunt. “Well…I did promise to fuck you like a faggot if you admitted it to me…and I do tend to keep my promises.”

As he slid completely inside of you (so deep, he could have impaled you) and took a moment to adjust himself to the tight grip of cunt and your legs tensing up on either side of his body, he reached to the side of the desk for one of the bottles of Rush and brought the plastic cap to his mouth, twisting it open with his teeth.

“Raise your head for me, mein herr.” 

His voice was a low and fond murmur after he spat out the plastic cap and brought the bottle to your nostril, pressing the other shut with his thumb and forcing you to inhale the fumes from the bottle as he fucked you deep.

“Take it like a man.”

[deirdreskye]

It is honestly so funny that Wrigley field is like next to the basic circuit fag gayborhood and my favorite club is like the next street over it's such pvp zone shit. I'll emerge from the boystown smoke shop where they sell poppers in my tiny top and itty bitty shorts and there's a pack of kkkubs fans oozing bud light from their pores and I can hear them all locking onto me in VATS

[wakingbreathlessly]

please let me out these fags have locked me in the club and are forcing me to to take poppers and change my pronouns

[docileandlazy]

did the spotify bedroom thing cause my friends were doing it never shouldve they gave me a little bedroom and put poppers on the desk...just call me a fag next time damn

[gaybaby2424]

(TURNED INTO A STINKY DIAPER FAG BY PRETEENS PART 4)

After the boys finished laughing they started to get butt naked and lined up in front of me big bro unfolded all three diapers and told the boys to start peeing and pooping in the diapers and after the piggy will clean your ass. After each boy was done pooping and I licked them clean big bro took my plastic pants off and put the two shitty diapers on me and put my plastic pants back on and he helped me sit up and I couldn’t help myself I keep squishing and rocking in my diapers I felt sooo good I didn’t see that big bro just got off the phone with someone and said I just invited a very kinky guy and he’s on his way so get ready baby bro. I sat there for another 5 minutes until I saw a tall hairy sexy man walking up to us as he got closer he was wearing a uniform and I was shocked to see that it was a cop. Big bro pulled the cop aside and talked to him for a few minutes then both sat next to me and the cop starts telling me that he is the kinkiest guy ever and we are gonna have so much fun together huh little piggy as the cop started to move right in front of my face as he started to lick my shitty face clean and then took a couple little bottles out of his pocket and opened one and said these are poppers they are the best and move it to my nose as he plugged one nostril and told me to take a deep sniff and I did and I felt amazing and ten times horny and the cop gave me 6 more hits and after I felt like I was in the clouds and the cop started to take his clothes off and I just stare as his whole body is covered in thick black hair and told me that he hasn’t showered in 2 weeks so he smells musky and he laid me on my back got on top of me and ordered me to worship his sweaty pits and as he guided his hairy pit to my face I started sniffing like I’ve never sniffed before and licking all his sweaty musk and after his pits he turned his ass to my face and said is piggy hungry I have your lunch right her open up and as I opened my mouth wide he started to shit logs into my mouth and told me to chew and swallow after I had my yummy lunch. The cop and all the boys sat naked next to me and they started groping my shitty diaper as I’m moaning and grinding in my diaper. When they stop there was a few seconds of silence til my bowels opened and came rushing out of my ass like a volcano and everyone saw my diaper expanding even more as I continued to moan in pleasure. After all the shit was loaded into my diaper the cop and boys talked privately when they had come back the cop told me that we are going to his house. As the cop and boys gathered there clothes and big bro but me back in my stroller I noticed none of them got dressed they were still naked as they walked down a private sidewalk I didn’t know existed and we finally got to his house and ushered us inside closed and locked the doors and told the boys to make yourselves at home and the cop asks my big bro if me big bro and the cop can go into his room and fool around big bro agreed as we went to his room while I’m crawling slowly right behind them cause my diapers are so full. After we got into his room he walked over to another set of doors and opened it in there was a huge sex dungeon slash nursery and I crawled in and started looking at everything I got so excited i crawled over to the cop and sat down and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and he said does the dirty piggy want to play and be used and I started nodding hard and the cop picked me up and I could feel his thick hair tickling my body and made me giggle and get even more horny. The cop stopped and decided to put me in the sex swing first with my stinky diaper but in the air. He moved his face right onto my diapers and kept squishing his face in it and a few minutes later said I have an idea if your big bros ok with it and the cop and big bro left the room to talk after a long minute big bro comes back in without the cop and told me that the cop wanted me to put him in diapers so I did and then pulled his diaper down and had very smelly diarrhea and he wants to be just like you so I agreed to adopt him too.

[pervertedfreakk]

it/its jackalope boygirlthing, switch (sub lean) bisexual high femme as in anyone can get it as long as they don't wanna get topped

an eldritch horror that drives you insane how much it turns you on

asks open to flirts & sexting (seriously msg me) dms are only for if we've interacted before

nicknames

bunny, slut, prey, cow, puppy, pet, fag, dyke, mommy, good boy, good girl, boysis, girlbro

most anything if its said as praise

body parts

all dick themed words (even silly ones), tits, chest, boobs, cunt, pussy, hole

HARD NO: clit, front hole, womb

kinks (encouraged):

praise kink

free use pussy

predator/prey

petp/ay (bunny, cow, puppy)

cnc

somno

intox (weed, acid, poppers, occasionally alcohol)

some fauxcest (particularly yuricest, siscon, momcon)

genderplay (NOT misgendering)

queerification/gay-ification (for lack of better word. love when ppl figure out theyre gay/trans/queer)

POSITIVE NO HUMILIATION forcemasc & forcefemme

exhibitionism

voyeurism

being filmed/performing

hands

soft nos (either only in context &/ fine if you talk ab I just don't post):

not a feedism blog but I am personally trying to gain weight & think weight gain can be healthy. if you post humiliation/derogatory feedism or fatphobia I block

feet, pissplay

hard nos (if you bring this up I block):

raceplay, misgendering, scat, humiliation (receiving), extreme pain, snuff, me topping, me being pregnant

more to be added later!

I DONT FOLLOW FROM THIS BLOG. NO AGE IN BIO OR PINNED WILL BE BLOCKED!

[officialpenisenvy]

watching dyke out videos on youtube and it's so funny. the same butch i met the other day walks every single italian event and always wins on account of always being the only one to walk. there's an american tag team fag/dyke out where they do poppers on the runway. there's a fuckton of butches in the greek ballroom scene and i am salivating.

[mastersmoke]

- The visit - Part one Smoke is maybe jobless right now but not without money. Last night was a blast. He got completly wasted. Completly hung over started the day. It was a shitty feeling, a short night. His morning coffee were some hard poppers hits, a few cigs and jerking off to some porn while also sniffing his smelly sneakers. After that he layed down on the couch scrollin through insta and tumblr, chatting with slaves mainly. Loud rap songs flooding the room, cig smoke filling the air. He was getting horny again especially when this bitch wrote him to come over. Why should he sit one hour in a train just one way? The bitch started begging. So he said, convince me good. Luckily this pathetic worm understood the hint. 200 bucks. Not bad. He inspected his outfit. Nike trackies, White tank top, big silver chain, nike cap, sneax and bad smelling sox, already turning darker.

The train and bus rides were a shit show. Starring people, avoiding him. He was in a bad mood. On the way to the fags flat, he lit up a much needed joint. Shit the new stuff he bought was strong. He took his time, making clouds and getting high as fuck. After a while he stood in front of the fags appartement house. Shit even he lives in a better house. In this moment a teenage boy came out of the door. A typical wanna-be-gangsta with fake Gucci cap and a Set of clothes from nike. Decent style to be honest. For a second they looked at each other. Checking out who is in front of them. The young guy, maybe 15 years old, made an aggressive node and said: What you starring at arsehole? Smoke made a step towards this lil fucker, blowing his weed smoke towards him. The step towards him let this boy recognize his reeking aroma of a real man, booze, weed, cigarettes, cheap parfume and sweat. The boy made a step back. But Smoke made a fews steps more to him now standing directly in front of him. With a growling voice: Listen you cheeky motherfucker, make me angry and i smack your face onto the street or i use my little friend here. With that said he lifted up his tank top, revealing the 9mm gun he brought with him. Just in case. The boys eyes widen up, he took a breath. But Smoke began again: you understand you lil fucker? The boy looked up into his eyes, closes his mouth and nodded. Barely capable of not showing his upcoming fear. Smoke inhaled a last drag of his joint and spoke again making clouds: Now fuck off! The boy quickly walked away, head down. Smoke looked left and right for possible witnesses. Nothing. With an evil grin he tucked his top back again. He was a true Gangsta now. To be fair , this lil fucker wasn't the first one getting cocky with him. The last one was took by surprise. Not expecting Smokes sudden brutality if you didn't recognize his superiority.

Maybe he should have robbed the boy but never mind. Those boys often talk about money but did not have one. But back to the bitch. He rang the bell. This lil encounter aroused him. Boy, this bitch will suffer badly.

[smegmafactory4ever]

I remember when poppers weren’t regulated in my country and I could just buy them over the counter at any sex shop, they didn’t ask for id or anything. But then some fag at the government must have narc. I still can get them easy but it’s about the principle of the thing

Which poppers do you like I like fist fuel and Amsterdam... And I like jungle juice but only the gold label.. Also I misremebered the name of jungle juice once and I told the guy who i was fisting how i only like the jungle fever brand of poppers and he got soooooo mad at me 😂

[wetlittlefreak]

gay macklemore

im gonna top some fags

only got 20 poppers in my pocket

im im on grindr

lookin for a hook up

this is freakin awesome

[slavemoron]

The carpet part 1

I had finally escaped him 2 years ago, I wandered blindly with nothing to guide me until i met Jon. Jon fixed me up and gave me confidence. He showed that sex and love could be more than a brutal coring out with my face shoved into a piss stained carpet. But even still after all this time I remembered that carpet, the musty house that smelled like Him, and the utter and total devotion i had given him.

I couldn’t escape the feeling that part of me had wanted all that, “words of an abuse victim” Jon told me. But finally I felt I had to confront Him, to tell him i was better and didn’t need him. I could finally be free.

When i arrived i found the house as I had left it, somewhat rundown and surrounded by an unkempt yard. Scott had threatened once to chain me up in there and offer me as a donation to the local homeless community. The sight of me, hair shaved entirely, locked cock, with an abused “fag pussy” upward in broad daylight was a shameful and disgusting thought, only those things.

This was my last chance to turn back, to run to Jon and never face Scott again, but i got out of my car and stared the house down. The windows seemed to glare down at me, imperiously laughing at me crawling back. But I wasn’t crawling back, I was upright and proud and happy, i didn’t need him. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door forcefully, a voice came echoing out, “Oi faggot!! Get your cunt in here!!”

I froze, I hadn’t told him I was coming. That same old fear started coming back but I silenced it and opened the door confidently.

“Faggot, you better be ready for a beating. Come in here, hands and knees, and I better not see any clothes on you!!” His voice echoed past me and into my spine, but I couldn’t stop. At least no urge to OBEY kicked in like it once did. I did none of those things, I just walked briskly into view and said, “my name is chris…”

Scott looked at me in astonishment and then grinned broadly, “ah!! Not the fag I was expecting!! How have you been my boy?”

I didn’t smile back, I just said, “I’m not your faggot, I’m a person and I’m here to end this.”

“Oh?” He asked, innocently, lounging on the couch shirtless and wearing torn jeans. “Where’s the ‘it’s good to see you.’ After all we’ve been through I deserve that much right?”

I shook my head stiffly and said, “you deserve nothing Scott, I’m not coming back and you should know why.”

“Okay then,” he said, amused, and he gestured to the spot next to him, “come in close and tell me …chris…why is that?”

I shook my head and said, “I’m not doing that Scott, that won’t work.” He shrugged casually and said, “okay,” then he gestured to the couch across from him and said, “then sit, and tell me.” I hesitated for a second before doing just that, stiffly on the couch. It still smelled the same, Scott used to fuck my fag puss….my hole while making me look outside, telling me to scream so people could see who I truly was.

I crushed those thoughts and continued, “Scott, all those years you abused me and I let you….”

Scott lolled back on the couch and stretched him arms out, showing his pits in full. The smell wafted over in the room, salty bitter and masculine, my cock twitched but I ignored that. He said, “come now Chris, you can’t tell me you hated all of it. what happens to all those times on the carpet.” He nodded right, to the shitty square rug by the front door, he used to fuck me there, his favorite spot, my hands behind me back and his right toes in my mouth. My cock raised again but I suppressed that, “no I didn’t, I was scared and you used me.”

He shrugged and said, “sure, you’re a faggot. That’s the point.” I glared and he cackled, “don’t tell me that little boyfriend of yours has fixed that too?”

“Jon loves me and treats me well,” I said, “as I deser-“ Scott put his right foot up on the table between us, his toes moving slightly. The smell carried over and I was cut off. Scott continued, “when I had you poppered up and passed around, you didn’t like it?”

I, eyes locked on the toes and at war with myself, shook my head, unable to process thoughts.

“When I’d hogtie you up and use that throat of yours, that moaning was what….fake?” I was furious, I was outraged, but my cock was up, at attention.

“It’s okay chriiiiiis, you don’t have to lie to me,” he schmoozed, “Jon doesn’t know what you are, I do. You don’t need to fight me, just do it…….faggot”

I fought with everything thing I had but slowly and inevitably those years of training kicked in, my pupils dilated, I went almost blank, and I slid off the couch and onto my hands and knees. I started at the sole of his foot and felt my ho….my faggot pussy perk up.

“That’s it faggot, Your Master is here to take care of you. Just give in…….”

No thoughts in brain, only Masters words echoed in my…..no his faggots head.

“Kiss Masters foot,” his voice washed over me, “love Masters foot.” My head moved forward, that masculine sweaty smell pulling me by the nose and I kissed his foot, MASTERS foot.

“Now kiss up the sole and look at me faggot,” the faggot complied, its rebellious streak gagged and bound, and kissed deeply four times, each up until the faggots eyes saw over Masters foot.

A flash knocked me out of my revert, I was on my hands and knees, breathing in Scott’s intoxicating smell, and looking right into Scott’s phone camera. I was trapped, I had succumb and had to leave. But I couldn’t, when the word “trapped” entered my brain my cock got harder and, under some stupid faggot instinct, the faggot put its lips around Masters toes and stared into the camera.

“That’s right faggot, I’ve got you, you’re never leaving again. When I’m done with you, all that work your Ex-boyfriend did to undo your progress will be gone.” His words fucked the faggots brain, deep, hard, and raw as the faggot humiliated itself on camera.

“When I’m done with you faggot, all of these videos are going to your Ex, and you’re going to give me his number.”

The faggot was terrified, but the taste of Masters sweat kept it balanced, it was all that could keep it balanced.

“Maybe your exboyfriend can become my new faggot!!” Master said, and the faggots brain emptied even more, the stimuli forcing it to only OBEY, only OBEY, only OBEY, only OBEY

Master Fagbreaker looked the faggot in the eyes and said, “yeah that’s right, let the conditioning kick in faggot, you know who I am. I am everything to you and you are nothing to me.”

The faggot kept worshiping the feel before him, it was on autopilot at this point.

“Who am I faggot, into the camera for sweet old Jon,” Master fagbreaker said and the faggot did just what was expected, putting Master fagbreaker’s foot in its mouth and mumbling through it, eyes into camera, “Master FAGBREAKER SIR”

the faggot forgot who Jon was, he wasn’t Master FAGBREAKER and a faggot just obeyed, just OBEY, just OBEY, just OBEY, just OBEY, just OBEY.

[deirdreskye]

Recently I went clubbing with @drdemonprince we're literally trans dyke Beavis and trans fag Butthead... dude literally egged me on into approaching this trans lady to offer to buy her a drink it took like 15 minutes for me to work up the courage and when I went for it she curved me instantaneously. but we just giggled and did poppers about it