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25 / 05 / 2023

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Hey! Thanks for your question! Obviously I would prefer a master who is joyful, who likes to laugh, even if it is at how pathetic I am!

I believe that Masters can be disgusted by fags and still finds them laughable.

It's so hot to makes (straight) (white) alpha men laugh, being their living entertainment!

Alpha men deserves to have fags as jesters.

It's not because a master smiles and laugh at his fag that he isn't cruel and sadistic. On the contrary, i find exciting the contrast between a master who would laugh at a fag while he torture him or make him do gross things.

I think it's must be mandatory for fags and losers to make their masters / bullies laughs.

Of course being hated by a (straight) (white) alpha man (and his friends) can be exciting.

I believe that men who laugh and who do funny pranks to fags to humiliate them are better masters because they proves they aren't afraid to treat fags for the worms they are. If a master is shy, is he really dominant?

But men who uses slaves are disgusted but at the same time they find it funny how the fags will grovel at their feet just to serve them. Licking shoes, eating piss and turds, barking like a dog,... : fags and their masters can be really creative when it's about humiliation. Honestly the men I encountered were boring because they weren't naturally dominant enough to make fun at me!

I do find very hot alpha men who hates fags, and that's why my answer will not be a surprise for the readers who know me the best. My readers knows i wrote several stories about fags who entertain masters.

My most recent story about it was this one.

And basically in all my MAGA stories you'll find (straight) (white) alpha men laughing at sissy, faggots and beta losers and humiliate them. I hope you will enjoy these stories, and don't hesitate to like them if it's the case.

I hope that answer your question 😉

And i will give to my readers to opportunity to answer the question themselves.

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You started high school with gusto. You were excited to make new friends and meet new people after moving to a new town. You didn't account for this town to be filled with homophobic and racist bullies, and so you openly announced your homosexuality, thinking you'd meet your future soulmate.

But Mark was onto you. From the moment he saw the pride flag pin on your backpack, he knew he could use you.

For months since meeting him, Mark gave you hell about your sexuality, calling you names, beating you up, forcing you to run his errands, and dominating you in gym class.

You knew you couldn't say or do anything. He was clear when he first encountered you - if you tell on him or try to resist, your life is done.

So you did what he asked and you thanked him. You expected his beatings, his teasing, and his bullying. It became part of your life.

And just a few days in, you had already grown accustomed to him and his needs. And you felt as if it was in his right to treat you this way. He taught you the hierarchy and where you sat in it.

Jake grew accustomed to not flushing the toilet, leaving behind laundry, spitting on the floor, trashing the kitchen and your shared spaces, and even throwing his dirty laundry - when it piled up - on your bed to take care of.

One day, you waited patiently at the couch for Jake to return from school to confront him about leaving his huge dump in the toilet bowl without flushing. The whole apartment stank like hell, and you almost passed out when it first hit you.

When he made his way into the apartment, you couldn’t tell that he was furious. Enraged, in fact. And you stood up and started blabbering about cleanliness and hygiene and smell.

He threw his backpack aside and, hearing your nagging, walked closer and handed you a back slap across the face, which threw you onto the floor, leaving a red mark on your small face.

“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled.

You were starting to tear up from the slap as you held your face together, as if he smashed it apart. You couldn’t muster out the words. You couldn’t even move.

He kneeled closer to you on the floor, which made you shudder a little in fear, anticipating a sequel to his slap.

In a low, fierce voice, he said, “I’m not sorry I hit you, you pathetic little faggot. I do what I want here. This is my apartment and you’re here to do chores and sleep. Don’t like it? Door’s right there. But from now on, you don’t say a word to me unless it’s “Yes Sir.” Or that slap will be one of many. I will show you hell. And if you try to get me in trouble, I will ruin your life. Do you understand?“

You paused. What the fuck? He just called you a faggot and threatened your life? You couldn’t tell what he was up to or capable of. So you meekly said, “Yes Sir,” still holding on to your face.

“Good. Fucking. Faggot,” he said slowly, staring into your eyes. “Now, granted the smell of my shit can be overpowering to you, faggot. So let’s get that fixed. Follow me into the bathroom.”

You started to stand up as he walked toward the bathroom, kicking his shoes and socks off.

“Crawl,” he said firmly without looking.

“Yes Sir,” you said, crawling like an animal to the bathroom.

He unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers and sat down, while you kneeled at his feet.

"Why are white men superior?"

Dear White Men,

There will never come a day where I see your beauty, your perfection, and your power exuding from just the lightness of your skin and the handsomeness of your faces and the warmth of your feet - where I see you - and not submit, get down on my knees, and praise you for what you are.

You overwhelm my senses and overload my mind. Every inch of your bodies is sculpted perfect. You will never not make my brain melt at sight.

Turdskin fags like me will never fathom your power and superiority. It is natural. It is in our inferior blood and your superior genes. You are lightyears ahead of us. We will never be equal to you.