As a faggot, I’m often summoned by Alphas looking to be serviced. I always obey and happily serve, worship, and obey every Man - regardless of age, appearance, etc. However, every now and again I’m summoned by a young, fit Alpha.
Sometimes, these young Men seek out older faggots like me - either because They have a preference for my age and appearance, or because They appreciate being serviced by a more experienced faggot, or both - but often They seek me out because of the pleasure They derive by using, abusing (and often humiliating) an older faggot.
Indeed, the power dynamic and difference - the sheer distance between Man and faggot - is much greater when an infinitely inferior old faggot like me is dominated by an exceptionally superior young Alpha.
And remember, for most of these young Alphas, Their college experience is the first time They’re not being told what to do by parents - so of course They embrace the opportunity to exercise Their innate power and superiority and play claim to Their birthright as Men.
In this case, as soon as I walked into His dorm, He lifted up His phone and began recording.
“Take off your clothes, faggot.”
I immediately obeyed - knowing that my humiliation was likely being recorded or possibly live-streamed.
As I stripped, he shook His head and announced, “fuck you’re an ugly faggot! How old are you?” I answered respectfully and He laughed “damn, I think you’re the oldest faggot l’ve ever let serve Me.”
I nodded and thanked Him for this opportunity.
Once I was completely naked He commanded me to spin around. I obeyed.
Then He told me to bend over and spread my asscheeks so He could laugh at my wrecked, worn out faghole.
“Damn, I’m kinda impressed and kinda worried, faggot; I’d have thought a desperate old faggot like you would have blown out your sphincter years ago. Is your fagcunt cleaned out?”
I nodded affirmatively.
“Good. Not sure if I’ll fuck you, but good to know your hole is cleaned out. Then again, if it wasn’t, I’d have made you suck my dick clean after l finished. I bet you would’ve liked that though, isn’t that true faggot?”
I nodded my head yes.
“Yeah, I knew it. You’re one of those faggots. You like being a toilet and are hungry for whatever l want to feed you, aren’t you?”
I again nodded yes.
“Cum, piss, snot, spit, shit - you love all of it don’t you, you sick fuck?”
As His words washed over me, my worthless fagdick began to get hard and I again nodded yes.
“Damn, you’re pitiful.” He decreed. “Come here and get on your knees, faggot.“ I immediately obeyed and once positioned between His legs bowed my head with respect and anticipation.
"Let’s begin.”
I began at His feet - inhaling the subtle stink emanating from His sweaty socks. I continued to breathe it in as He pressed His feet against my face - soon He was pushing open my lips with His feet and I began sucking on His toes through His dirty socks.
“Use your mouth to pull off my socks, faggot.” I complied and was unsurprised when He leaned forward and stuffed them into my mouth. I continued to suck on His sock gag as His bare feet pressed against my face. What bliss.
He abruptly stopped rubbing His feet against my face and barked, “bury your nose in my crack and smell my ripe ass, faggot!”
I obeyed immediately and, with a mouthful of His socks, buried my face into His backside - inhaling the pungent odor of His ass as He positioned His iPhone to capture my depravity.
Moments later, I felt His hand at the back of my head as He pressed my face deeper and then let loose a loud fart.
“Breathe it in faggot! Inhale my fart!”
I gagged momentarily as I felt the moist heat of His ass gas against my face and filling my nose. I did as He commanded and breathed in His stink deeply. It was a foul smelling fart but I loved inhaling Him nonetheless. I moaned in both disgust and ecstasy.
He let rip a few more farts before releasing me and pulling His now spit-soaked socks from my mouth.
“You liked the stink from my ass, didn’t you faggot?” I nodded. “Well, you’ll have more chances to enjoy that later, but right now I need you to open your mouth and lean your head back.”
I obeyed and watched as He began to twist His socks tightly above my open maw. A small but not insubstantial amount of my spit - mingled with His dirty sock sweat - flowed into my mouth.
“Swallow it, faggot and tell me how much you love the taste of my stinky sweaty feet.”
I could taste His sweat and the grittiness of His dirty socks as the small amount of His sock juice landed on my lips and tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant, but I was pleased He was enjoying my humiliation. As I licked my lips clean and swallowed it down I thanked Him for the privilege of tasting anything from Him and expressed my love for any reward He granted me.
Just as I finished expressing my gratitude He grabbed me by the hair and twisted my head upwards to face Him - “open your mouth” He commanded, and I immediately complied. His loogie hit the mark and landed at the back of my throat.
“Swallow!”
I swallowed and immediately re-opened my mouth to meet a thick strand of His saliva stretching from His lips to my tongue. “Swallow!” I obeyed and He released me from His grip.
He repositioned His phone in its stand - still filming - and then pulled off His shorts and jock. He pressed His sweaty jock against my face, lips, and nose and let me breathe in the intoxicating aroma of His masculine stink. It was powerful and musky and I felt my little fagdick twitch and a small droplet of precum to leak from the slit.
He must’ve seen this because He immediately used His bare foot to slap my balls with two sharp snaps in quick succession.
I groaned and doubled over with pain as He chuckled and remarked, “you’re here for my pleasure, faggot, not the other way around.”
As my stomach turned with nauseating waves of pain, I saw Him grab His spent socks and jockstrap and walk into the other room.
When He returned with a large water bottle and stuffed it with His socks and jockstrap, I
Had an idea what I was in for…
Even soft, His cock was fat with about 4 or 4.5 inches of length. His balls were proportionate and hung loose and full of- framed by a full but well-groomed bush of dark brown pubes.
As I watched, He widened His stance, placed the head of His cut cock over the lip of the bottle, and unleashed a powerful stream of hot, deep yellow piss - soaking his socks and jock as He filled up the bottle to about 2/3rds from the top. He sealed the bottle with its lid and remarked He’d let that steep for a bit before letting me gulp it down. I nodded and was legitimately eager to drink down His sock n’ jock flavored piss tea.
“Lie down on your back,” He ordered as He put down the bottle. I obeyed and was surprised by how cold the floor was against my back. As I remained in positions heard Him head to the toilet. He left the door open and I could hear clearly as He took a shit. It was clearly a large dump and I was surprised when He appeared standing over me with a wicked grin across His lips.
“Damn faggot! Did you hear that? That was nasty shit. But feel kinda stupid. I forgot I’m out of toilet paper, so wasn’t able to wipe my ass. Can you think of any way to help Me out?”
I nodded and accepted my reality as a faggot. Men sometimes don’t wipe, or wipe well when they do for that matter, and it’s my duty to serve Them in whatever capacity They deem worthwhile.
I really didn’t mind all that much and knew that I could’ve been the toilet and the toilet paper in this instance, rather than just the toilet paper. Having choked down a few logs in my time as a toilet fag, I was secretly relieved that I was not getting fed - at least not yet.
He straddled me and lowered Himself onto my face. His ass smelled of shit and as I began to probe with my tongue, could taste a sourness as I lapped at His dirty hole. He moaned and offered encouragement, “yeah faggot, get in there and lick my hole clean…”
After the initial shock of His potent odor, I found myself enjoying the stink (as I almost always did). After all, I regularly would sneak furtive sniffing sessions with random dirty, skidmarked underwear at the gym or when traveling with friends (I’ve raised the dirty laundry bags of my buddies on more than a few occasions)!
I didn’t even mind the taste and, soon enough, I had tongued clean His hole and switched my focus to perform a more conventional rim job. As I sucked on His hole, I felt Him pushing out His pucker but He was empty and I took the opportunity to dig my tongue deeper inside His anus. He tasted amazing and I loved the weight of His body against my face.
He was stroking as I continued to rim and I could feel His balls bouncing against my chin as I chowed down on His hole. I could’ve happily stayed that way for hours, but soon enough, He stood up and repositioned Himself so He could stuff His now rockhard cock down my throat.
His cock was well over 8 inches at full mast and I gagged despite myself as He began to throatfuck me. He didn’t care whether I could breathe - He was enjoying my throat and my discomfort and kept thrusting balls deep as my face was flooded with a combination of my throat slime, saliva, snot, and tears. He continued pummeling my tonsils as I choked down what I assumed was copious amounts of His salty precum.
After about ten more minutes of this He pulled out and admired the destruction He had reaped from my throat. His cock was still rigid with a slight downward curve. It was covered in my glistening throat slime. He laughed, spat across my face, and then said, “damn faggot, you have a great mouth. If your faghole is anything like your throat, I may want to use you again!”
With that He took His hand and cleaned off my face - scraping off the slime, snot, and tears.
“Flip over, faggot.”
I obeyed and felt as He placed His hand roughly between my asscheeks - lubing up my hole with my own mucous and spit.
There was no pause. He didn’t ease into me or take it slow - He took the head of His raw cock, pressed it against my pucker, and drove the full length and breadth of His impressive cock balls deep inside me. I winced momentarily as a wave of burning pain inflamed my sphincter, but bit my tongue for fear He would be displeased and send me home.
Within thirty seconds, the pain had passed and He was already pounding away at my fagcunt with vigor and determination. He wanted to destroy my hole and was going to extract maximum pleasure from His hard, unremitting penetrations.
I was in bliss and felt His sweat against my back as He continued His mighty assault against my faghole.
After an impressive duration that attested to His youthful stamina and Alpha-borne endurance, I felt the unmistakable spasms of His cock pulsating inside me - shooting His load balls deep inside my guts. He pumped strands of His seed for what seemed like a full minute or more - and thrust into me a dozen more times to distribute and churn His cum inside me before pulling out.
My ass was wet and leaked cum. He leaned back and scooped up some of His leaked load and then fed it to me. After licking his fingers cleaned, He slid his softening cock into my mouth so I could suck it clean.
He pulled it out of my mouth and gently slapped my face saying, “fuck yeah, faggot. You’re a good one. Def gonna use you again.” With that, He stood up and took a seat in the chair He’d been sitting in when I arrived.
I was still on the floor - naked, covered in sweat and spit, my ass swollen and still leaking cum. He motioned me towards Him and pointed to the water bottle that was placed next to the chair. “You look parched. Drink every last drop or you may never taste my piss again.”
I didn’t need to hazard, I was thirsty for His piss and eagerly began to gulp it down. How much flavor the jock and his sock brought to the beverage I really don’t know, but His piss was strong and salty - just like I liked it. I had no trouble guzzling it all down, and when I had finished - to demonstrate to Him just how much I appreciated the privilege of serving Him, I opened the bottle, pulled out each item individually, and squeezed every last drop I could into my thirsty mouth.
“Good job, faggot.” He smiled, “you still eager for more?” I nodded my head vigorously, hoping to be rewarded with His fresh piss or another load. “Well, I never flushed when I took that shit and I think I made quite a mess - so I guess the only question is how much of a faggot are you?”
I looked toward the bathroom door, conflicted but resolved, and certain that, as a faggot, I would do anything and everything He commanded of me.
But that is a story for another time.
