Cute Muscle Boy. Disciplined Muscle Faggots Are Made To Serve.

Cute muscle boy. Disciplined muscle faggots are made to serve.

He lifted his shirt, and snapped a picture of his muscled and well defined body to send to his girlfriend. He wasn't alone in that room and he knew full well that the faggot in the corner was watching him do it in a way only a faggot would. How could something that resembled a man be such a pussy; he would never understand. Disgusted, he marched over to the faggot and condescendingly said, "I look good don't I?" Realizing he'd been caught, the faggot froze. Grabbing him in a choke, the faggot was asked again,"You've been asked a question by a superior man faggot; I look good don't I?" Frightened, the faggot softly answered "Yes." The man slapped him in the face, "Yes, what?" Without thought the faggot quickly self corrected, and in a louder manner this time he responded, "Yes sir." Satisfied, the man put the faggot down and shoved him away; he had just added another whore to the collection.

Hmph, he scoffed as he heard how ridiculous the faggot sounded making demands.

"Stupid faggot, you're going to have to learn some manners; now shut the fuck up and bend over so a real man can fuck them into you."

Having been denied of any confidence the fag may have thought he had, all the faggot could do is look up at the big superior muscled man in front of him, as the real man's effortless and domineering gaze broke him. It took everything inside the faggot to muster a "Yes sir."

This cop'll tear your hole up; male of female.

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

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.