No Question Who The Man Is. His Superiority Is Written All Over His Body. Bow Down And Worship Faggots.

No question who the man is. His superiority is written all over his body. Bow down and worship faggots.

Standard fag uniform. All faggots should standardize and become more efficient at serving the real men who run this world.

Counting the days as he waits for his owner to come back from a trip with his girlfriend. He always knew he'd be second to her and still he never questioned his dedication to serve him. It is the natural order of things after all.

Now there's a faggot who deserves to be daddy's boy toy.

He breathed heavily as his heart furiously pumped blood throughout his body; his muscles filled with oxygen and he could feel them protrude through his clothes. He had just finished his workout, and he felt so alive; yet he couldn't help but feel...empty. By all standards he was an ideal man: attractive, fit, well endowed, intelligent with a successful career, and he had a beautiful woman at his side whom he loved dearly. It was an ideal life indeed, one which many men aspire to obtain; it just wasn't his. Deep down he had always known the void he felt would only be filled by serving a man like himself. What he would give to find a man like himself to drop down and serve unconditionally.

Look bruh, this is all I have to do and all the fags come begging to get used.

Sometimes I even choke them long enough right before they pass out to see the pathetic look of panic in their face as they make a futile attempt to breathe.

It makes me shoot a load down their throats...And the most pathetic thing about it is they always come back.