Trashy Tredon

The young Alpha had one of the new fags that moved in next door come over so they could “get to know each other”.  The bitch was reluctant stating it needed to find its boyfriend, but ultimately couldn’t resist the beautiful boys dominate persistence.  He convinced it to play a game designed to enhance trust.  This required one of them to sit on the shoulders of the blinded other.  The rider then guides the other like a puppet.  First He just used His hands until His prop decided it was ready for the blindfold.

Eventually He guided it back indoors then out again and all around until it was confused not knowing out from in.  Then the Teen Master told it to jump forward like walking off a ledge.  Trusting its Alpha neighbor they both dropped about 2 feet.  The faggot had no clue what it landed on.  It was soft but didn’t give under the combined weight of the two of them.  The Young God said nothing so it just stood there.  He then told it to stand on one foot...then the other...switching every few  seconds while shifting their weight from front to back and side to side on the foot that was down.  The stupid cunt said it was having a hard time balancing when it was abruptly cut short with a hand over its mouth as He told it He was touching walls, ceilings, counters, etc. to ensure stability and to keep trusting Him.   So it did.  

It noticed that they hadn’t moved to any different areas in a minute.  He told it to do other things now like twisting its foot and grinding its weight plus the weight of the teenager on its shoulders into whatever was under its sneakers.   Timidly it asked what they were doing all of this on top of.   Alpha laughed and took off the blindfold.  The faggot looked down to see what it had been trampling blindly.  He slid off the fags shoulders and stood next to it.  It closed its eyes and reopened them fully realizing what took place.  Below them was the boyfriend it was looking for earlier … faggot on its stomach and Young Straight Alpha on its chest with His dick out pissing on His new doormats face.  

Before it could move His hand reached back and grabbed the faggots balls.  He squeezed relentlessly with wriggling fingers.  When it opened its mouth to scream He spit in it and let go of the balls and punched it in the jaw, forcing it to the ground.   He forced its legs apart while it held the useless nuts in vain as this teenage boy slammed his foot down so hard He shattered bones in its hand causing it to pass out from pain. 

He must be practicing because there is no reason for an Alpha Male, dominating with supremacy, should have His head hung like that.  

Alpha looking at the mess he made of some faggot he met the day before.  He offered Him everything for just a moment to be used liked any other rug.  Dude said “ok ... I’m about to work out.  Just lay on your back, like the carpet, and I’ll allow you to know what you seek.  You can even keep all your stuff.  Just this once and then no more.  If you react any way different than anything I step on that makes me think about me crushing you not the floor my focus will be blown ruining my workout.  That is the only thing you have to do.  Lay there.  Let my weight press down and twist without distraction.  

I laid there wondering what the fuck I got myself into when he lifted for curls, and slipped a foot almost dropping it on me.  Then he fell back when doing squats.   “This breaks our deal.”  He calmly stated.  I was then informed He wanted it all.  I agreed.  It was when forced to crawl to his car and get in the trunk I started to think it was time to leave.

But we went several places.  Each time I had to get under the car and wait on his return.   One place was his brothers and those two and three friends pulverized me unconscious....forced me to do meth to stay awake.....and kept on.  

This is my God.  Master Gibson.  Such violent beauty.  It’s time I shared the story about how my friendship with this straight guy changed...forever.  

Master Gibson - The First Time

He allowed His doormat faggot one pic.  It was not my first time to be trampled, but THIS ... was a first as Superior as the God that created it.  Master Gibson is literally a fantasy fulfilled.  One second we're chillin and drinking beers like always.  A sexy  young straight guy and the fag always imagining being dominated by Him.  

Unexpectedly He mentions humiliating someone by standing on their gut with a foot in the face, and demonstrated such on the bed.  My heart was racing when I said He could find out what that felt like to do to someone by using me.  It was quiet for a bit.  Then I hear His voice tell me to do what I'd imagined multiple times ... He ordered me to "lay the fuck down ... on your back...faggot".  I always thought I'd just do it if it happened, but I got up to pee instead.  

Big mistake.

I took two steps and He was in front of me.  I just looked at him and said I'll be right back.  He grabbed my balls and squeezed violently while wiggling His fingers.  I almost passed out.  I couldn't even scream.  Before I could do anything, He yanked off a sock and shoved it in my mouth.  Then He let go, shoved me to the floor, and kicked my hands I was holding my worthless nuts with.  He laughed and said “I knew I’d like this...and ya know what bitch? I haven’t even got to the fun shit yet!!”, and then stood on the bed beside me and jumped off landing with one foot on my gut.  I saw it coming so I had tightened my abs.  He noticed and got back on the bed telling me if I didn’t completely relax that things would escalate to a place no faggot wants to be… not even one begging to be the doormat under a straight guy.  I relaxed.  He jumped.  Instantly my body tried to roll up, but He was on it. He said “That was better, but you reacted like a human.  You are not a human.  You’re a faggot...and you want to feel my weight crushing down on you … as if you were a sidewalk or a rug.  So that is what I am going to turn you into...eventually.  I don’t give a fuck what happens to you.  I am not your friend.  Garbage ground up under my feet is what you wanted to be, and no one I call friend has my tread marks all over them.  Submit completely...NOW!!  Just lay there and let me do whatever I want...I’m going to anyway…”.  And He jumped down again….and again….and again...then He stopped and stood on my chest.  “You almost got it right bitch...but I don’t remember any rug ever having one of those….”.  I didn’t know what He meant until He spread my legs and stomped on the raging hardon I had.  “I’m the only human here, and I am the only one that should enjoy anything.  I will take that from you like everything else I have and everything I eventually will.  Leaving you with only one thing...me.  I am your God. You should be worshiping me, not making me teach you anything.”  

I just laid there...not in fear but in a state of submission so deep only a true Alpha … only THIS Alpha...could have done it.

He noticed and felt this as He continued trampling and stomping every inch of my body as I did nothing.  That's when He noticed how strong His sense of dominance was….as powerful as my submission underneath His sole was the dominating power of God.  He was higher than any drug had ever made Him as He looked down at me putting a bare foot firmly on the face of His doormat...His faggot to do with as He pleased.  Like He just did.  Just to see what it was like to do that.  And the feeling was amazing.  And all He had to do was step on some faggot and treat it how it had asked to be?  

Then, lost in the emotional wonders of a God, realized He now had a hard dick.  What does God do when He’s hard?  Yup… When I finally was able to make myself look, I saw Him looking right at me.  “You finally got dominated by a straight guy...and now I am so much more.  I feel so Superior and Elated I wasn’t going to let the hardon it all gave me go to waste...I have been constructed from your deconstruction....as your reward you can see how it looks when your God creates His own pleasure.  

He did just that...twice.  The second time was only to see what it was like to cum at the same time kicking and grinding my balls.  He came on my face and told me He’d clean it off because no faggot was going to taste the cum of God.  So He rinsed it off with His piss.  He even put on socks to dry it off and twisted and wiped using all His weight behind it.  

Then it was over.  I slept where I was not moving until He left for work the next day.  That night before He fell asleep He said “You do know I can’t be your friend anymore, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re now what you dreamed of being….under my feet...you will be nothing but that faggot I step on for an amazing high...it never stops….you will die under me … and still it won’t stop...when it happens I can stop holding back...Your burial will be me, and maybe some of my friends, putting you into the dirt by stomping and grinding it there...until all that’s  left of you is stuck in the tread of my shoes...which my next fag will lick out…”