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But lately this faggot has been thinking. It has always been baffled by the source of its deep seated feelings of inferiority. It doesn't stem from any kind of trauma really. But it has always felt lesser. Because of this, it has come to believe it is not fully human (Homo sapiens sapiens, the fully modern human). Instead it has begun to think of itself as a member of a failed subspecies (Homo sapiens faggotus?). A sort of evolutionarily nonviable, but recurring misfire. That would explain the natural feelings of inferiority. It might also explain the peculiar sexuality of a faggot. The genuine need for degradation and humiliation. And to a certain extent real mistreatment, sometimes physical but probably more often mental and emotional.

Anyway, when it presented itself to be of use, He naturally inspected it before He was willing to use it. The inspection was rough, incredibly invasive and aggressive. But of course, He had His needs and wanted to make sure they would be fulfilled. This fag began to go into heat with the treatment. After He was done, He took it up to His playroom above His garage. He stripped it and cuffed its wrists to its ankles bent forwards. Then He put it face down, on its knees with its shoulders on the floor. He forced its legs apart so that He could more easily get into its cooter. He used a speculum and a flashlight so that He could look way up into its cunt for one last chance be sure it was healthy. Given this faggot's history, it couldn't blame Him.

Anyway, He had taken off His shoes, socks and shirt. Just jeans. Once He was satisfied this faggot was probably not going to give Him any diseases, He stepped on its head. He said, "Make no mistake, faggot. Until I release you tomorrow you are fucking Mine. "

After everything that went on, this faggot was so over stimulated that it lost control and made peepee. it has been fucked so hard that it lost control of its bladder quite a few times. But it had never wet itself from excitement before. It was a new and humbling experience. He was extremely amused.

He asked, "You scared, little fag?"

it answered, "A little, yes Sir. But very excited. "

He laughed and said, "Good answer. "

What followed was a night and morning of rough, aggressive, very humbling breeding. Hours of sexual, emotional, and verbal abuse. As it drove home it was forced to pull its pants down a little and sit on an oil rag it keeps in the car because it kept leaking and queefing out seed.