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For example, during my second year at university, my roommate would regularly get drunk and pass out in His bed - wearing only His briefs.

On these occasions I would often crawl into His bed and position myself between His legs. I’d stay therefore hours - my face inches from His ass and crotch - simply breathing in the pungent scent of His ripe ass and musky balls.

Eventually He caught me and told me He’d report me to the housing office if I did it again. I obeyed and was left sniffing His dirty laundry instead. He said He was cool with me doing that so long as o did His laundry in the process.

One of His favorite things to do was take His empty pint glass and stand at the entrance to the toilets and asking Folks if They would be willing to donate Their piss to “this thirsty faggot”

One Man after another would fill up the pint glass again and again, and once full, He’d command me to empty the pint down my throat. I’d down 3 or 4 easily over the course of an hour. Then, at some point, I’d want to take a piss (after all, I’d been drinking large volumes of liquid). It was at this point when His cruelty would meld with my humiliation.

He’d order me to take off my socks - the socks I’d been wearing all night, without sneakers, walking on the dirty bar and bathroom floors - and hold them up to show me and anyone else who was watching how dirty and grubby they’d become. They were always brown or black on the soles and He’d stuff each one in the pint glass with a theatrical flourish before instructing me to fill the glass.

So I’d stand there, in front of everyone, pull out my penis, and proceed to piss into the glass. I’d piss the piss of all the Men whose piss I had already imbibed, and then I would be told to drink Their piss all over again - only now distilled through my kidneys and steeped in the dirt of the bar and toilets.

I’d choke it all down and, once drained, be permitted to put on my socks again - only now soaked in piss.

Arriving at Their campsite, The young Men found me, tied up and laying flat on my back, with the words “TOILET FAG” written on my forehead in permanent black ink - crude arrows directing Their attention to my mouth.

He’d watched as His other Brothers availing Themselves of my services - taking turns individually, or joining as groups of two and three, to relieve Themselves down my throat.

They all laughed as They drained Their bladders - hot, golden piss filling my mouth as I struggled to keep pace and gulp it all down.

Some missed the mark - whether by accident or on purpose - and I was soaked and stinking of Their piss within the first hour.

Now it was His turn and I marveled at the delight this young Alpha took at watching me swallow every last drop of His piss. He asked me if it tasted good; His tone was menacing and He was clearly disappointed when I gave a heartfelt “yes Sir, it tastes amazing! Thank You!”

Hours later, He reappeared and, dropping His shorts, squatted over me and barked, “let’s see if you think this tastes good too…”

His asshole hovered just above my mouth and I stretched out my tongue to lick His pucker - barely grazing it. I felt a sharp sting and my ears rang as He quickly pummeled my head “no tongue, faggot - I’m not your fucking boyfriend…no open up…”

I obeyed and hoped He hadn’t noticed my worthless erection through the ropes across my jeans.

I watched as His pucker grew outward, like a volcano’s peak, and awaited the eruption with a mixture of fear, excitement, and hunger.

“PPPPPppppffff!”

He let rip a loud fart; feeling its moist heat blowing against my face, I inhaled deeply - hoping it might help me to acclimate to my role as a full-service toilet more quickly. Being a faggot, I found the stink of His fart intoxicating, even though it smelled awful. I could taste it in my mouth, but I wasn’t regretting my invitation to this camping trip - far from it!

He let out a few more ripe farts before the main event finally began.

It was thick and solid as it grew like a tail from His asshole the first log landed squarely in my mouth, but the second and last hit my nose and chin before I could navigate them down my throat as well. I chewed greedily - suppressing my gag reflex - and proudly dined on His dump load.

He watched through His legs in amazement and disgust as each of His logs vanished down my throat. “Fuck, you’re a sick little faggot. That’s truly gross. You’re gonna be sick…”

I nodded, “Yes Sir, that may be true, but if it pleases You and the Others, it is my privilege to serve. Would You like me to lick Your hole clean? I don’t see any toilet paper.”

Ass-up, on all fours, wearing calf length socks and a jockstrap, sometimes with sneakers on too.

On that day, their Father had baked them a cake and told them they would need to finish the cake together. He said there was a key baked into the cake and that whoever found the key would receive a special gift.

Both brothers attacked the cake with glee - excited to find the key that would unlock a special gift. Within minutes, one of the brothers shouted victoriously - holding up the cake-covered key triumphantly.

As their Father clapped His congratulations, the other brother, soured by disappointment, mustered His own grumbling congrats. Father placed His hand on the winning brother and, together with his Brother, led the winner down the stairs to the basement - stopping in front of a locked door.

Neither the winning brother or the losing Brother had ever seen what was behind the locked door and they could barely contain their excitement and anticipation as their Father told the keyholder to unlock the door.

Hands shaking with excitement, he inserted the key and twisted it - hearing a pleasing click as the deadbolt was released. He then twisted the knob and struggled to pull open the heavy steel door. The room was dark and cold. It smelled of cleaning chemicals. The winning brother felt blindly for a light switch as all three entered the room.

Then, he heard the door close behind them. The harsh fluorescent lights clicked to life and revealed a concrete room that had once served as the boiler room.

The winning brother stared confused.

His Father cleared His throat and, looking directly at the winning brother said, “strip off your clothes, son.”

The winning brother looked more confused but his Father’s tone compelled him to comply. As he began to undress, his Father explained that his prize was “contained in these four walls” and was the greatest gift He could ever give to one of His sons. “It is the gift of service, of obedience, and the opportunity to bring pleasure to those he loves most.”

Standing cold and naked, the winning brother asked “what’s happening? What’s happening to me?”

His Father motioned to His other Son to lead His brother to the boiler doors. There, on the floor, were two sets of shackles and a metal collar. “Place this on your brother, Son…help him redeem his birthday gift.”

The Brother was equally confused, but understood that now wasn’t the time to question His Father. He kneeled down and attached the shackles to His brother’s ankles and then moved on to shackle his wrists. “Behind his back!” His Father barked as the other Brother pulled his wrists together behind his back.

As the shackles were locked, the winning brother began to sob, “I don’t understand, what did I do?”

As his Father placed the collar around his neck, He replied, “you won! Don’t you understand? It was your fate…I left it to fate to decide each of your gifts today. You found the key and unlocked the door to the gift of service. Your brother , on the other hand, didn’t find the key, so his gift is the gift of dominion. His gift is his inheritance. Your gift is your burden.” He finished locking the collar and then calmly attached the chain that was anchored to the wall. “I know you don’t feel it now, but there is no greater gift than the opportunity to serve others - especially those who love you. Your brother will have a life filled with struggles - find a job, earn a living, contend with fear and disappointments - you’ll have none of that. Your world will be limited to these four walls; your only duty will be to serve, worship, and obey me and your brother - to bring us pleasure and joy that can be so difficult to find in the real world. Hell, I know you think this is a punishment, but your brother and I are the ones facing the punishing reality of modern existence. Do you understand?”

He didn’t and weeped loudly as his Father and Brother looked on.

His Father motioned for his Brother to come to His side. “You need to stop your crying now, son.” He slapped him hard across the face. He cried more loudly and his Father shook His head with disapproval. “Don’t be an ingrate! Accept your purpose and place!” He shouted, slapping him again before standing up, “Kick him in the nuts”, He said to His Son, “and keep kicking him in the nuts until he obeys.”

He didn’t want to, but He did as He was told. After 4 or 5 direct kicks, he stopped crying and instead glared angrily at both his Brother and Father.

His Father exhaled, “Good. Now here’s the deal. You behave and do your duty and you’ll be provided for. You’ll have hot food and fresh water. But you throw tantrums and all you’ll get is stale bread and piss. Your brother and I will visit whenever we please and you’ll do as you’re told. If I want a foot massage, you’ll give me the best damned foot massage you’re capable of; if you’re brother has some laundry he needs folded, you’ll fold like a pro and thank him for the opportunity to serve him…you get it?”

He was upset and scared, but he nodded his compliance.

Then Father turned to his Brother, “the sooner you accept your position of dominance over your brother and see him as an object for your pleasure, the easier it will be on us all. I know you are probably confused too, but you need to embrace your power just as he needs to embrace his subservience. You understand?”

He nodded asking, “what should I do with him?”

His Father nodded, “here, watch me” He said turning to his other son, “get on your knees boy and look up at me.” As he complied, his Brother watched as His Father pulled out His penis. “Open your mouth” He barked. His brother opened his mouth, his lower lip trembling, and watched as his Father began to piss into his brother’s mouth.

“Swallow it!” He commanded before turning His head to address His other Son, “see, I needed to take a piss and “presto”, your brother is now a urinal.” He watched as his brother gulped down their Father’s fresh piss. His Father continued, “right, come over and stand where I was standing…” He did as He was told and stood standing in front of His kneeling brother. His Father said, “alright, now pull down your shorts and tell him to suck your dick.” Both brothers turned to look at their Father in disbelief. “Do it, dammit, you need to stop thinking of him as your brother. He’s an object, a tool, for you to do with as you please. Now tell him to suck your dick!”

He turned back to face His brother and said meekly, “suck my dick…please?”

His brother hesitated momentarily, but quickly took his Brother’s cock I to his mouth and began to suck on it. His dick was soft as it entered his mouth but, as he continued to suck, he felt his Brother’s cock thicken and lengthen - growing hard and filling his mouth and throat. As he continued to tongue and suck he heard His Brother moan with pleasure and, to his surprise, felt his own dick growing erect.

Could their Father be right? Was this life of servitude actually a gift? There was an elegant simplicity to such an existence. In this new life, his Brother and Father tell him what They want, he does what They want, and all are fulfilled. They get what They want and he gets the satisfaction of knowing that his service has made them happy.

It was still very new, but it was clicking in his head.

His musings were interrupted by his Brother’s sudden ejaculation and a flood of warm, thick cum filling his mouth.

It tasted sweet and, as he looked up at the ecstasy on his Brother’s face, he swallowed and instantly orgasmed - hands-free - depositing a puddle of his cum on the concrete floor.

“Wait, did you actually enjoy that?” his Brother asked as He noticed the strands of pearl white jizz dripping from his dick.

“I mean, I liked that You liked it, if that makes sense?” he replied.

His Brother nodded, “yeah, I guess. I mean, it did feel really good.” Both brothers laughed awkwardly.

“Alright, glad you boys are figuring it out, but I have other shit to do. Make sure you have him clean up the mess he made on the floor - the protein will be good for him - and then join me upstairs.” With that, Father left and the brothers were alone together for the first time since sharing the birthday cake.

“You okay?” He asked, kneeling down. “I’m not really sure, but I’m gonna do my best to make Father happy - I mean, it’s kinda crazy, but I did really feel happy when I saw how much you were enjoying it. And maybe He knows what He’s talking about. Anyway, I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

His Brother nodded, “I guess not. But I promise I’ll come visit you as often as I can. You’re still my brother…well, I guess not anymore, but you know what I mean…”

He nodded, the sobering realization hitting him as his Brother continued, “now I’m gonna need you to clean up the load you dropped…I guess you can use your mouth. And just lick it up?”

With that, He patted his head and stood up - observing as he struggled to lean forward without the use of his arms - and watched as he slurped up his ejaculate from the cold floor.

“Good job, fag.”

It’s not my place to ask why, but I assume it’s either because They know I’m a faggot that is used by lots of other Guys and They are concerned about getting an STD, or perhaps They feel that fucking me bare would be too intimate.

Whatever the reason, They usually pull off the condom once They’ve finished and toss it into the trash. In those instances, I’ll wait until They leave and then collect the spent condom from the trash and either push the cum load into my fagcunt or let the cum slide down my throat.

A few months ago, I was doing just that when He walked back into my apartment (he’d forgotten His keys) and caught me pulling His loaded up condom from the bin.

He laughed at me and pointed out the obvious, “fuck, you faggots are sick fucks - you really that desperate for my cum?”

I nodded and apologized for going behind His back. As He walked toward me, He remarked that He didn’t care what I did with His cum. He then took the condom from my hand and told me to open my mouth.

My frat Brother would return home from practice, strip down and then take a shower.

While He took His shower, I would come into His room to clean up and collect His football kit so I could launder it (of course, as the house faggot, I spent a few minutes pressing His stinky socks and jockstrap to my nose and inhaling His pungent, masculine scent.

When He finished showering, towel wrapped around His waist, He would sit down on the corner of His bed, throw open His towel, and scroll through His socials while I dropped to my knees and serviced His cock to completion.

He was used to have dorm mates; I was not.

This was going to be the first time I’d ever shared a bedroom with anyone and, as a faggot, I was scared He would reject me if He found out. But, as a faggot, it was my nature to be submissive and I couldn’t suppress my need to serve, worship, and obey. Also, it had been my experience that Men could just sense that I was a faggot.

In any case, I was doing my best to not reveal the depth of my faggotry to Toby. And it seemed to be working out well when, on that Sunday, I walked into our firm room and found Toby with His dick out, in front of the computer, jerking off to straight porn.

His cock was rock hard in his hand and I was surprised when He didn’t stop stroking immediately. Instead, He swiveled the chair around and looked at me looking at Him - at His cock.

He chuckled and immediately recognized me for what I was. I couldn’t help it - as a faggot, all I wanted to do was drop to my knees and serve Him.

“I kinda figured you were one of those … we had more than a few at my boarding school” He said matter-of-factly as He began to unbutton His shirt. “It’s cool, bro, I know how to use a faggot…get over here and do your thing”

Yes, he was His older brother and by all rights should’ve been idolized by his younger Brother - but we are who we are and though he is older, he was born a faggot and his younger Brother was born to be a Man.

The laws of nature and the birthright of Man are inviolable and a faggot will always end up serving, worshipping, and obeying Man - even if that Man is his younger Brother.

Walking into this room, I was greeted by a Man. He was naked, sitting on a chair, with an erection.

I am a faggot. My purpose is clear and unconditional.

Without a second thought, I walked toward Him, dropped to my knees, and took His cock into my mouth.

A Man is a Man, no matter what They look like or how big is Their cock.

His initial reaction was to leave, but he was strangely transfixed by the sensory experience he encountered at the club - the sights of Men with other Men, the smell of sweat and sex mingled with the odor of lube and poppers, the sounds of throbbing bass from the music with the moans of Men and the sound of bodies colliding.

He resolved to stay and soon found himself in a dark corner of the labyrinthine venue. He could feel the presence of others and before long, he felt someone brush past him. Then another. Soon after, he was surrounded and felt strong hands groping at his body.

Within moments, he had been pushed down to his knees and could hear the metal of belts unbuckled and button fliers being undone. He could smell the musky aroma of a Man’s crotch as a pair of hands pressed His face into the rough knit pouch of another Man’s jockstrap. He could feel the Man’s hard cock straining against the fabric, a damp spot of precum on the pouch grazing his lips as he struggled to pull free.

He wasn’t going anywhere and his struggles were contradicted by His own erection filling up his jeans and his soft moans as he inhaled the manly stink that enveloped him.

Soon enough, the Man released His cockmeat from its pouch and he felt its heat as His hard cock rubbed against his face. He was surprised by the warmth - the heat radiating from this Stranger’s cock. He liked the feeling of it against his face - and the softness of its skin as it brushed his lips.

He was uncomfortable though. Sure he was curious, and he was clearly aroused, but he had always thought that, if he ever did explore this type of thing, he would be a top. He was basically straight after all and couldn’t imagine himself being the woman in a gay encounter.

But here he was, surrounded by a group of Men - Strangers really, on his knees, with a hard cock slapping against his face and lips, and a massive hard on in his own jeans.

The Man began to be a bit more aggressive - pressing His cock firmly against his lips. He was uncut and hairy, and he could smell the sharp pungency wafting from His foreskin. Someone grabbed him by the hair and pulled back his head. The other Man stuck His fingers between his lips and pried open his mouth. He was scared but didn’t want it to stop either. He didn’t resist and relaxed his mouth as the Man slid His cock into his mouth.

He was excited and nervous all at once - he was sucking dick! He had wanted to try this for so long and now it was happening. He sucked and could taste what he assumed was lube and precum under the Man’s foreskin. As he continued to blow Him, he realized that the Man had probably fucked at least one Man before finding him, and that he was likely sucking the ass off this Stranger’s cock.

He didn’t stop. And as he continued the other Men who surrounded him began to pull on his clothing and tearing at his shirt.

The first Man pulled out and moments later ejaculated across his face - his first facial - and not the last that night. Moments later, he was being pushed down to the ground as at least two other Men pulled down his jeans to gain access to his ass.

As one Man roughly probed at his hole with rough fingers, the other Man straddled his face and sat down - planting His hairy ass atop his nose and mouth. The Man’s ass was ripe and sweaty but he could feel his soft hole pressing against his lips. He gingerly touched the tip of his tongue against the Man’s hole and then began to lick at it - realizing that he liked the taste of a Man’s ass and enjoyed a Man sitting on his face.

As he rimmed the one Man the other lifted his legs and placed them over his shoulders - the face sitter happily gripping his ankles and holding his legs in place. Soon, he felt something wet being rubbed against his asshole. Was it spit, or lube? He didn’t really know but he soon was distracted from that question by the sharp burning pain as the Man began to push His cock inside his ass.

The pain was exquisite and he was grateful the Man was going slowly and easing into his newly minted bussy. Then he had a moment of shock as he reached out his hand to feel the cock entering his anus - the Man wasn’t wearing a condom and he wasn’t on prep. He knew it was dangerous and considered telling Him to stop, but the deeper it entered him, the more he wanted it.

Soon, the one Man was thrusting away at his hole while the other Man was alternating between throat fucking and being rimmed.

As he lay there with cocks filling both of his holes - and with a group of 5 other Men standing around them, stroking Their cocks as They waited Their turn with the fresh meat - he still wanted to believe he was straight and top. He made excuses as the one Man finally unloaded into his mouth - only to quickly have His spot taken over by the next in line. He thought, sure he’s getting fucked and sucking dick, but this is a rite of passage, right? And anyway, he needs to understand the best techniques so when he assumes his rightful place as a real man and top fucker.

He was holding onto that illusion as one Man after another took turns on his holes. He held onto that lie as he swallowed three loads, had 5 loads shot across his face, and received at least 8 loads deposited balls deep in his ass. He even convinced himself of this as two Men took a piss on him - soaking his face and clothes with urine.

It was only when another Man started crushing his nuts with His boot - kicking him in the balls as He mumbled “that’s right, you know what you are. You’re a faggot aren’t you, faggot?” The kicks were incessant - broken up only by Him crushing his balls under His boot - all the while mumbling, “come on faggot, tell me what you are? Tell me? Tell me and I’ll stop.”

As painful as it was, he couldn’t bring himself to admit it to himself, let alone to a Stranger. He refused. And so the abuse continued. “Come on. You know what you are. Admit it and I’ll stop. Hell, tell me to stop and I will. But you won’t tell me to stop because I’m a Man and you’re a faggot. And you know that, don’t you?”

It was at this point, as he realized he could’ve told Him to stop and hadn’t, that he began to understand the truth of what this Man was saying. He wanted the pain to stop but, for the life of himself, he could bring himself to ask the Man to stop.

At last, he understood his truth. He finally had to accept the truth that was staring him in the face since he walked through the doors of this club. “Yes, yes I’m a faggot. I admit it.”

He couldn’t believe the words he heard coming from his mouth, but he realized it was the truth.

“That’s right, faggot. You are a faggot. Doesn’t it feel better not fighting it?” Has masked as he continued to torture the faggot’s cock and balls.

“Yes Sir, thank You sir!”

He smiled and continued, “do you want me to stop, faggot?”

He wanted Him to stop, but instead answered, “only if you want to stop…it’s not for me to tell you what to do.”

The Man stopped.