The Italian Faggot

Your brother asked you to have your nephew stay at your house for a week while he and your sister in law went on vacation. They said he is too much of a hellion to leave alone in the house even though he's 17 and about to be a senior in high school. Of course you said yes. You really hadn't spent much time around him so you didn't know what to expect but, he's a 17 year old you thought, I can handle him. After they dropped him off he went into your house and dropped his duffel bag on the floor in the hallway and went straight to the refrigerator and took out your milk and stared at you while he drank out of the carton then spit in the sink. Pretty cocky you thought. You figured you were going to have to set him straight right then. As you started to talk he gave you a dirty look and walked out onto the deck and sat down. He kicked off his sneakers and put one of his socked feet on the table. "I know you're a fucking faggot, I heard my parents talk about it. I bully and beat up faggots at school. I make them cry and afraid to come to school every day. And I fucking love it. Y'all deserve it. You're freaks. So this is the way this week is gonna go. I'm gonna do anything I want to. ANYTHING And you're not going to say a fucking word about it. In fact, you're gonna do things I tell you to do. And I'm gonna have friends over and you're gonna supply us with beer and liquor. You're gonna cook for me. You're gonna give me spending money. Like I said, whatever I say asswipe. Not get in your knees and kiss my fucking stinking socked foot and say thank you Sir. And see these guns? Just try disobeying me and I'll fucking pound the shit outta you. Try me bitch. On your knees, kiss my sweaty socked feet and thank me for this honor to serve me, sniff in their stink you freaking pervert pig. This is gonna be a fucking great week for me. Get used to having your lips on my socks and your nose in 'em, and start massaging them too, cause you'll be doing this a lot. For my buddies too." You were shaking and scared of him so you did what he told you to. Down on your knees kissing and sniffing and massaging his sweaty smelly dirty socked feet. I'm 44 years old you thought. How degrading.

So this is how it goes faggot. You prepare my dinner and have it in the oven when I get home from the gym. While my dinner is cooking you kiss sniff and worship my sweaty socked feet, you massage them, and you thank me for allowing you to live here and service me. And I'm not changing my fucking socks every day bitch. You're lucky if I change them once a week. You'll know my scent so well that you'll be able to pick my socks out of a pile of fifty guy's socks. Their smell will eventually be permanently in your nose. You'll never escape it so no matter what you'll always be focused on me whether I'm here or not. Now get to doing your duty on my sweaty socks and when dinner's ready you can have your plate on the floor between my sweaty socked feet.

All feminine gays are tired of settling for other f4gs that want to be treated like women. You will essentially be in a lesbian relationship with no true male authority to make you feel loved and safe. Middle eastern men do not care if you are male. If you are submissive, reject your masculinity and embrace femininity, he will accept you. It doesn't matter if you do not speak his language. Your submissive heart will do all the speaking for you

Go ahead, do your job faggot, sniff 'em till they smell like they've been washed, sniff all the stink outta them. You'll do it all night and if they still stink I'll wear 'em again tomorrow and it'll be even harder for you to sniff 'em clean. Get it faggot? This is an impossible task. You'll be sniffing my stinking sweaty dirty socked feet forever pig.

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