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As a dedicated, lifelong faggot I am always grateful for the Men who privilege me with opportunity to serve, worship, and obey Them and I strive always to fulfill my duties and role as a faggot.
Despite my efforts (and the efforts of my fellow faggots), there are millions of Men who either aren’t aware that faggots exist, or haven’t availed Themselves of a faggot.
This is crazy and contradicts the natural order. Sadly, however, many Men don’t realize that faggots are real - that there are faggots available to them that will serve, worship, and obey Them and perform whatever services They command. They don’t recognize that, no matter Their age, appearance, shape, etc., there are faggots eager to fulfill Their every wish, need, and desire.
There are Men who, at this very moment, are doing for Themselves what a faggot could and should be doing instead. For example:
- No Man should ever need to jerk off when They can use a faggot’s holes to nut.
- No Man should be required to clean His home, do His laundry, run errands, etc. when there is a faggot that will gladly perform these duties for Him.
- No man should need to leave His bed or sofa when relaxing because He needs to take a piss when there is a faggot who will gratefully serve as His urinal; similarly, no Man need worry about running out of toilet paper when there is a faggot at hand to keep His hole clean.
- No Man should ever suffer body aches, soreness, or discomfort when there is a faggot that will happily provide a massage, or serve as a footrest.
- No Man should be forced to carry the burden of stress, anger, or frustration when there is a faggot able to provide a suitable outlet (such as receiving verbal abuse, beatings, humiliation, and degradation) to express and relieve these unwanted emotions.
I could go on with more examples, but the bottom line is that faggots are there to do WHATEVER a Man wants, and a Man should never need to do anything They don’t want to do so long as faggots exist.
Men: faggots exist. We are real. We exist to serve, worship, and obey ALL MEN. If You are reading this post and are a Man who hasn’t used, abused, and/or enjoyed the services of a faggot, I apologize - You are superior and by birthright are entitled to dominion over faggots. Please exercise Your birthright and permit a faggot to serve, worship, and obey You. And, if You’re a Man who has enjoyed the services of a faggot, please let your Male Friends and other Men You encounter about the benefits of using faggots.
faggots: our purpose and duty as faggots is clear and we must do better to let Men know that we are there to serve, worship, and obey Them. When you encounter Men (at work, in public, in restrooms, on a plane, etc.) let Them know you are a faggot and are eager to serve. Tell your Family and Friends the truth about you - let them know you are a faggot and ask Them to share this truth with any Men in Their network. This may be risky at times, but we need to do better at letting Men know we exist and are eager to please Them.
For both Men and faggots: please reblog this and share this message to all you encounter.
If we do this well, we can change the stigma attached to faggotry - enabling what is natural and right (Men being served by faggots) to become societally acceptable and commonplace.
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REAL FAGGOT FOR IRL USE AND ABUSE
I am a depraved and disgusting faggot. I exist to serve men—don’t care about your race, age, weight, appearance, endowment, or status. I seek use and abuse IRL.
I have few limits: No children, no animals, no drugs, no blood. and no scars. I am not looking for a master, but will gladly serve them and ALL other men.
Serious men seeking to use and abuse a faggot IRL should message me.
Why am I depraved and disgusting? Because there is VERY LITTLE I WON’T DO.
I am a cumdump and accept ALL raw loads in ANY hole. My cunt accepts cum, piss, and spit. Used condoms and frozen cum make fine lube, but fresh cum is the best.
My throat was made to be fucked too. Rough, merciless throat pounding is what my mouth is here for. Stuff it with your cock, your fingers, your feet.
Or shove your dirty, sweaty, stinking socks, jocks, and underwear down it to gag me. Make me lick your dirty sneakers and feet clean.
My mouth is a urinal and toilet. It is a sewer for your piss, spit, and shit. Piss down my throat.
Take a shit in my mouth. Smother my face in your dirty ass and make me lick it clean. Have me kneel as you take a shit on the toilet—sucking your cock as your stink fills the bowl—and then use my tongue as your toilet paper.
Fart in my mouth as I eat your hole.
Force me to clean the bathroom floor and your toilet with my tongue. Drag me to a public restroom—nastier the better and reeking of piss and shit—and laugh at my humiliation as I lick clean the toilets, and spit on me as I drink the stale piss from the urinals.
Force me to drink sock tea—soaking your nastiest socks in your piss, steeping them until every last particle of dirt, sweat, cum is mingled with your piss—and then watch as I drink every last drop.
Lock my useless fag dick in chastity. Screw in a urethral plug or catheter. Kick, slap or punch my balls and trample on my nuts. Crush my locked nub with boot. Torture my cock, balls and ass. Delight in my pain and agony, and feel disgust at how I beg you for more.
Restrain me as you slide a urethral sound down my piss slit and attach electrodes to my balls so you can send surges of electricity through my body.
Slap me and punch me in the gut. Whip me like the worthless faggot I am.
Use me as your slave, as an object. Make me clean your home, do your laundry, serve you meals and beverages, wait on you hand and foot. Enjoy yourself as I massage your body. Use me as a footstool.
Make me eat and drink of the floor. Whore me out to your friends and strangers. Humiliate and ridicule me.
I have few limits. No children, no animals, no drugs, no blood. and no scars. I am not looking for a master, but will gladly serve them. I am a slut and a faggot. I exist to serve all men.
Serious inquiries should message me.
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Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself.
When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason”
“Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?”
“Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve”
As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig.
“You said I could try some bits on”
“Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?”
“Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter”
Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings…
“Wow, you really do have a lot of gear”
“Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us”
“Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask”
“Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid”
“Oh shit. Sorry to hear that”
“Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom”
“Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this”
Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless.“Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?”
“Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels”
“Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits”
Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit.
“Hehe. Piss pig, yes?”
“Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss”
“Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory”
Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk?
Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable.“I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock”
“Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it”
“You ever been pissed on, boy?”
Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind.“Um, no. What’s it like?”
With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny.“I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel”
With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction.Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything.
As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him.“There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?”
“Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected”
“Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?”
Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences.
“Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that”
“Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off”
Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit.“What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it”
Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing.“Yeah, um, sure”
Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it.“You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy”
Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him.
As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.
“Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look”
Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer.
“Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that”
“Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…”
“Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy”
This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much.Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber top. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it.
It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever.
“Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?”
Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his.
“Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you”
“Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny”
“Oh I can get you hornier, boy”
And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest.
“Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you”
Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable.
“Ever been fucked, boy?”
“A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway”
“Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?”
Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did.As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him.Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned.He then felt the zip being undone at his arse.
“yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly”
Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now.Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole…
“Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out”
As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more.
“Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even”
Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly.
Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost.
“That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for”
Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this.
“Please… No… I don’t want… oh God”
“Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want”
“I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic”
“Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny”
“Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee”
“Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig”
“Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…”
“Tell me what you want boy”
“I want… this. Steve. Help”
“I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want”
“Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good”
“Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though”
“Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.”
Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock
“Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want”
“I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum”
“Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy”
“yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum”
“You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs”
“Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss”
“What sort of pig?”
“A pozpig, boss. Give it to me”
“As you asked so nicely…”
Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole…
“FUCK YEAH”
“Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you”
“Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?”
Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever.“
What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward”
Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss.Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling.
Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life.
When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work”As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him.
“How do you feel pigboy?”
“I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this”
“Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you”
“Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong”
“Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?”
“Um, no Boss. I… don’t”
“Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?”
Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling.
“Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”
…
It was a few weeks later. Jason had undergone a change in more ways than one. At one point the very last thing he wanted to think about was what he’d done with Steve, or as he now referred to him, Boss.
As Boss had predicted, his toxic cum had done the deed. Jason had undergone his conversion, feeling as sick as a dog and full of regret one minute, and increasingly hard and horny the next. He knew it had happened. He knew he’d converted, and the results from the home test kit had confirmed it, and as he acclimatised to his new predicament, and as Boss had predicted, he was growing into his new, true form.
Jason had stayed off the dating sites during this time, only checking in occasionally to wank off to some of the ‘never’ and ‘needs discussion’ profiles. It was evident that ‘safe’ was no longer an option or held any appeal for Jason now.
Then late one Friday afternoon he received a message. At first he didn’t recognise the name, then when he went into the private gallery, he immediately knew it was Steve.
“Oink pig”
“Oink Boss”
“How you been keeping?”
“Not so good lately, but now feeling better and hornier. I think you might’ve done the trick”
“Nice one. How does it feel?”
“It was rough but now I feel constantly horny. Is this the brotherhood?”
“Hehe. Yes boy. It sounds like your application for membership has been successful”
“I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I just want to get out there now”
“You not gone out yet to celebrate?”
“No, part of me wants to obviously”
“Why don’t you come over, boy?”
Jason sweated. Of course he wanted to do this. He knew he had to. He hesitated at first and then…
“Sure, when you free?”
Jason’s cock stirred at the idea, arranging a future date with Boss and…
“I’m free now. Bring that suit. Or better still, gear up and cab over with it on”
Jason got harder at the idea
“Okay, sure”
“That’s my boy. You know Boss wants you. I want to welcome my new brother”
It took all the strength Jason had not to explode at that last message. ‘Brother’. That’s what he was now. A brother.
Jason excitedly went off and retrieved the sports bag under his bed and unlocked the padlock. There it was – the suit that had caused this new rebirth. He pulled it out, lubed it and slid into its welcoming constriction. He then fired up his cab app, and booked his trip and put a tracksuit on over his fucksuit.
As the cab made its way across town to Steve’s flat, Jason felt a renewed excitement. The nervousness of his previous visit a distant memory. Steve had given him the code to let himself in, and the sweat building in his suit gave him a shiver as he walked up the stairs. What had begun as an opportunity to get some cheap rubber had now led him down this path. After Steve had first fucked him, he spent most of the next day with him, discovering the pleasures of raw sex. All during that session, Steve had been certain to breed Jason three more times and the memory of that weekend had been keeping him horny throughout the last few weeks. Even when he was at his lowest ebb, the pics that Steve had sent him of that time – of Jason in the sling, or posing in his biohazard gear, and trying on other pieces – were enough to turn him on.
However this time, Jason was now Steve’s equal. A newly converted and confirmed poz pig. And now it was time for a rematch.
Jason let himself into Steve’s flat. Again, it was tastefully lit and Jason now knew his way around it.
“I’m in here”
Jason wandered down the hallway towards the playroom, and as he entered, his eyes were greeted with the sight of Steve lying in his sling wearing his trans rubber fucksuit with a black biohazard detail on his chest. He was smoking weed and broke into a broad grin as Jason stepped into his eyeline. Jason unzipped his tracksuit and threw it into the corner. Jason slipped on the waders that were waiting for him, to the delight of Steve.
“Oh look at you, my beautiful brother. Come here.”
Jason stepped towards Steve in the sling who removed the spliff from his mouth, and received a blowback when their lips met and kissed.
Jason instantly relaxed, his horniness showing no sign of abating.
“Here, strap me in brother”
And Jason secured Steve’s legs and wrists into the loops of the sling, to the eternally grinning Steve’s delight.
“How do you feel, Boy?”
“Fucking horny, Boss”
“Good boy. I have waited for this moment. The cycle to complete. You’re one of us now, brother. I took your last neg load boy, and so it’s time to reward and thank your boss with your first toxic fuck.”
“Yes, brother”
Jason surveyed the scene. The man who’d converted him – the predator – was now his prey. It was only fair and right to thank him.
“I bet you’re nice and fucking toxic now, pig. My seed has done the job. I’ve recycled you into what you were always destined to be, my brother.”
“Yes boss…”
“Oh no, we’re equals now boy. We’re brothers. Pass that amyl and hoof it down. I want your poz cock in me brother”
Steve unzipped and freed his hardening meat, and took a few blasts on the poppers. The scene now had clarity, the rubber felt better than it had ever felt on him. He leant down and unzipped Steve’s rubber at the crotch, exposing his toxic cock. The thing that had rebirthed into this – a poz pig, a brother.
“Fuck yes brother. Breed me brother. Reward me with your toxic seed”
It was enough to send Jason over the edge, but in the poppered haze, he positioned himself at Steve’s hole and worked his cock in.
“Ah yeah. That’s it. Feels beautiful doesn’t it?”
“Yes brother” – Jason was getting into the spirit of the occasion now – “let me flood your hole with my toxic seed.”
“Fucking yes, brother. Reward me, my creation”
It didn’t take long for Jason to build up a rhythm. Inside his now rewired mind he somehow knew how perfect and right this felt. To be a pozpig. A brother. He was doing what his was now destined to do. He had acquired skills he never knew he had during that fuck. Freeing Steve’s hard cock, equalling Steve’s poz chat. It was like he was a natural.
Before long Jason knew he was close, his frantic fucking of this man, his pozbrother, was such a turn on that it wasn’t long before he blasted his toxic brew into Steve. Gasping, horny and feeling somehow right.
Steve had moaned like a bitch all during this time, and inwardly congratulated himself for what he’d created. Jason fell onto Steve’s body and the two kissed passionately. The bond they’d formed and this moment was everything.
As Jason stood up, he began to unstrap Steve from the sling, and Steve slid his way out of the seat and stood face to face with Jason and kissed again.
“Thank you my brother. Thank you for rewarding your maker. Your recruitment has been a success.”
Jason, a little cockily, then stared into Steve’s eyes and said “Kneel”
Steve grinned again, “With pleasure” and fell down to his knees and started to suck on Jason’s pozcock. As Steve finished cleaning, he stood up again and kissed Jason again. As the two engaged in a passion that Jason had never known, Steve pulled away from Jason, and moved him towards and into the sling.
“Now it’s your turn brother.”
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