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I sat there in quiet contemplation. The prayer was over and the others were all moving and whispering amongst themselves, or making their way to the door. I sat there with my eyes closed and just focused on my connection with heaven, as much as that was at least. I tried to ignore the sound of the soft feet moving around me, not to try and take a peak as they passed. I had taken the shahada to connect to god, to be a good Muslim, not to lust after my fellow brothers. Not that that was easy, the Masjid in question was a mixed population, Maghrebi, arab, and even a few persians, and all of them were really something. I had caught myself a few times glancing at the bare feet of the man in front of me in prayer, soles angled perfectly only a few feet in front of me. I always restrained myself though, no one knew of my past sexual proclivities and only a few knew I was gay at all. I had left those days behind me, the days of prostration and yearning for every little abuse from any man.

I had just managed to properly center myself a little when I heard more feet approach me, in fact get close enough I could hear his presence over me. I opened my downcast eyes and saw his foot right in my field of view. I swallowed and went to look up only to be face and face with his dick. Not really his dick, the thaub solved that problem, but where it would be. I pulled my eyes away and looked up and saw Ajmal looking down on me bemusedly.

“You don’t need to leave last every time he said,” smiling warmly and I laughed, embarrassed.

“Sorry,” I said, “just have a lot on my mind.” He rolled his eyes, in a teasing but friendly manner, and offered his hand to me, “There are other ways of clearing ones thoughts.” I took the hand and he pulled me up to my feet, and it was mostly him, right into his chest. His chest was….strong, evocatively so. I laughed again uncomfortably and took a slight step back, ignoring my dick twitching.

“Now,” He said, casually assertively, “You have the stuff to change?” I gave him a blank look and he gave me a exasperated look, “Come on Adam, you don’t remember your promise? We were gonna run together.” I shook my head and responded, “I remember you suggesting that and I said no, I’m not much of a runner.” He looked at me, again with an amused expression, and traced his right knuckles over my chest and down. The touch was not sexual, not grasping or even that assertive, but that didn’t matter. I held back a shudder and let him have his fun.

“You have a good body, but you need to work out more,” He said, removing his hand but appraising me with his intense dark eyes. Those eyes were his best attribute, more then the muscles, his tight forearms or hair. They were friendly but held the thundering potential of the roaring hurricane. Whenever he looked at me part of me just wished that he would body slam me and fuck me into submission but I always suppressed the thoughts. I would not shamelessly sexualize my brothers.

He looked me in the eyes and mockingly pleaded, “Come on Adam, I don’t wanna run alone and I bet you could keep up.” I sighed and relented, “fine Ajmal, but I don’t have my stuff,” gesturing to my own thaub and continuing, “I can’t exactly run in these.” He gave a friendly shrug and said, “Come back to my place, I got stuff that will fit ya.” The offer was a kind one, not at all sexual, so I felt like I should refuse. I was very likely one of the first gay men the masjid had dealt with and I didn’t wanna screw it up, I couldn’t be another Nazim. But I couldn’t refuse, any refusal would be would be seen an potentially the same thing. Ajmal had been good to me, been welcoming and accepting when many others hadn’t. I silently nodded and he grinned and trapped me in a headlock, I could just smell his pits.

“then lets go Adam!!” He half-called out and started walking, still dragging me a little. He let me go to grab all my things and slip my shoes on then tossed me his bag and winked at me.

“I’m driving,” he said and felt my self quiver again slightly and just took the bag. We both got in the car and started the drive to Ajmal’s place. We sat in silence and I watched the streets pass by, it was that or watch his flex around the wheel of the car. I was content to sit in silence but Ajmal broke the silence, “So have you told anyone else?” I froze slightly and he looked at him, with him returning a befuddled look.

“Wh…what?” I asked and he clarified, “You’re gay.” As he said this he maneuvered in his chair and I saw the slightest outline of a dick so I locked my eyes onto his.

“Ugh….no I haven’t.” He nodded and said, “I understand, I imagine it would be difficult. I appreciate you telling me though.” I hadn’t meant to tell him. He had cornered me on my first regular day at the masjid and had invited me to get coffee. We had talked on a few issues, politics, religion, other nonsense, and eventually he had dropped that the imam’s kid was gay. I had seen him a few times but we had never talked, he always seemed so nervous. When Ajmal had mentioned that Nazim might be kicked out of home something came over me and I confessed. Not to wishing Ajmal would choke me, but that I was gay too. Ajmal had accepted me and seemed remorseful about Nazim. Nazim later disappeared and I never heard anything about why, but I didn’t really need to.

“The reason I mention it is,” started Ajmal, “is that….someone….mentioned what happened with Nazim.” I looked at him quickly, very curious but knowing I was gonna regret it.

“don’t worry so much,” said Ajmal, “the story is more complicated then that. Apparently Nazim wasn’t just a homo, he was like a….well a fag.” I restrained the urge to protest the word but Ajmal caught on to my concern, “Sorry sorry sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. What I meant was Nazim wasn’t a normal gay guy.” He stopped and thought about his next words then continued, “Ya know, you’re gay and you find me attractive,” when I remained silent he grinned and flexed his left arm at me. I averted my eyes and he laughed, “It’s alright, I get it I’m a good looking guy.” He moved the topic along, adopting a conspiratorial tone, “Nazim didn’t just find men attractive, he wanted more. The darkest fuckin shit you ever heard. Not just, ya know, suckin dick and all that, he wanted to be choked, fuckin hit, treated bad….like a faggot ya know.” I wanted to die, Ajmal just sitting there reciting my own sexual tastes back to me, but I responded, “Yeah…that’s pretty weird.”

Ajmal cackled and said, “Yeah, I’d fuckin say so. Coming to a house of god to ogle the men, it’s fuckin gross. Apparently on of the brothers took him up on the deal. Really rode him like a bitch, in the masjid no less, and then told the imam about him. I mean I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same but still…it’s pretty fucked up.” I could only thank god for the tight underwear and loose clothes hiding my erection, being confronted by all my darkest fantasies in reality was unpleasant.

“Anyways,” mused Ajmal, “I wouldn’t worry about the other guys, you’re not here to do that gross shit. I would just relax.” I tried to do that, because he was right. I was not at the masjid to get fagged out, to get railed on the carpet and beg to be used up. That image got stuck in my head a little to long and was only released when I saw the familiar house pulling up, with another car in front. I looked at Ajmal who was also looking at the car with a strange expression.

As we pulled in, a figure exited the car and leaned against it, lighting a cigarette casually. Ajmal exited the car to meet the figure and I followed him, but letting him do all the talking.

“Raul, what are you doing here?” He asked, his expression strange. His wolf-like charm had faded and, while still having that wolfish character, was replaced with something more complicated. Raul took another drag and sauntered over. He was sexy, darker skin with curly black hair and very tight clothes. Judging by the bulge he was packin as well.

“Scott asked me to swing by,” said Raul innocently, “He was worried about what happened yesterday.” Ajmal glared at Raul and, looking at me watching them, took a deep breath, “I am fine, I crossed the line and I told I am sorry.” Raul moved in closer, his eyes appraising me in a very intimate way, “Scott's not upset, Ajmal he is worried that you are. He wanted to make sure you two were cool.”

Ajmal shook his head in annoyance and said, “I am not mad, I meant what I said before, Raul.”

Raul smiled warmly and, his eyes just fully objectifying me, said, “good, now…want me to come in. Scott doesn’t need me back for a bit. Said he was busy and I could…hang out.”

Ajmal breathed out his nose, exercising some impulse, and said, “thank You Raul but I have a guest. Maybe another time.”

Raul gave me a curious look and then shrugged, “okay Ajmal, see you later,” then eyeing me again and continuing, “have fun with your friend.” Then he turned around and tossed the mostly dead cigarette out on Ajmal’s lawn, heading back to his car. Ajmal said nothing until Raul drove off, following that car with a look of almost desire. However once the car disappeared his old jovial nature kicked in and grinned at me, “I think he liked you.” I blushed and looked at him confused.

“Raul is Scott’s…….boyfriend kind of. We got into a bit of a fight. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“I didn’t know you knew any other gay people,” I said and he laughed. “Raul’s always wanted me, and he likes it rough,” he said and turned to the house, elaborating no more. I followed him in and he immediately took off his thaub, tossing it aside onto the couch. Under it he was only wearing some underwear and I immediately looked away. He laughed and flexed, “It’s alright Adam, you can look.” I did and he was beautiful, I focused on those strong pecs so I didn’t look at his cock.

“I’ll be right back with some running clothes,” he said and trotted up the stairs. I watched him go up and spied a curious red mark across his back, like a long object had collided with his back going beneath his underwear. When he returned he tossed some running clothes at me. He was also dressed, but that didn’t say much. He wore tight little running shorts and a baggy tank-top. I hurriedly put on the clothes to not ogle him more, finding that they were as skimpy as the ones he had. Now thoroughly in it, I put on the clothes and shoes he offered me and then looked at myself in the nearby mirror, looking like a faggot trying to get fucked mid run. He stepped behind me and looked as well,

“Don’t look so uncomfortable, you look good. If I was gay I would fuck ya here and now.” He grabbed my ass and squeezed, “got a nice body friend, you should show it off.” I watched with horror as my dick grew in the tight little shorts and tried to ignore it and move away from the mirror. He held onto my shoulders, stopping me from moving, and whispered into me ear, “it’s okay to find me attractive, I think it’s funny honestly.” Thoroughly confused and trying not to arch my ass for another spank, I just sighed and said, “Lets go okay.”

The run was easy enough. That’s not to say it was physically easy, I hated running. But the running gave me something to focus on that wasn’t Ajmal. As we ran though, halfway through the mile run, it did seem to get easier though. Eventually the pain in my thighs seemed to move aside and my eyes just followed Ajmal. I was behind him and as he ran his ass would jiggle and those thick muscular thighs would tighten and release. The movement was almost…hypnotic, I just ran along with the pace of those legs and it all seemed so easy. The spell only broke when we got back to his place, allowing me to look anywhere else but those glistening muscles. He stopped by the front door, waiting for me to arrive, and he grinned as I stopped too, panting and leaning against the wall of the house.

“You’re not bad Adam, I was worried you might not keep up,” He said, giving that wolfish grin again. I couldn’t really speak, just panted and leaned. He got closer to me and continued, “wanna know how you know it was a real workout?” I nodded vaguely and his lifted his arm, revealing his pit and putting it against my face. The feeling was immediate and intense, my hips spasmed and I couldn’t hold back my moan. That shock plus the general exhaustion caused me to fall to my knees, right in front of the outline of that cock. He laughed again and then said, “that’s the other way I guess,” and he pushed that outline into my nose. I breathed in that smell and gave a protracted whimper, it was all I could do to resist licking. For a moment I saw a look in his eyes, like a predator about to close in. He then pulled off me and cackled, “sorry man, it’s just funny having a gay friend.” He then knelt and grabbed under my shoulders and picked me, planting me on my still-unbalanced feet. “lets to get a seat,” he said and unlocked the door.

I held my composure together, his masculine pheromones swirling in my brain, and followed him, falling on the couch and panting. He took off his shirt and then his shoes, placing the pair on the table in front of me. “I’m gonna go shower,” he said and made his way up the stairs. Once I heard him walk out of sight I put my hand over the raging cock and squeezed. I wasn’t sure I could take any more of his teasing without becoming another Nazim. I heard he sound of the shower turn on in some distant room and tried to relax, squeezing my desperate cock.

That was when the smell of the shoes caught my attention. I knew I shouldn’t, that it was stupid and dangerous. But the pit and cock smell seemed to swirl in my brain like a hypnotic olfactory spiral and I obeyed them. I crept off the couch, got on my hands and knees, and pushed my face into those shoes. The smell was divine, this time I didn’t resist the urge to hump the air. All this time with Ajmal I had fought the urge to break but now that he was gone I couldn’t fight it anymore. I breathed and breathed, moans escaping with each exhale. It was a moment of pure peace and then the hand came down and grabbed my neck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ajmal’s voice growled into my ear, deep and dark and angry. I panicked and tried to move but he just pushed me harder into the shoe.

“Did you think I didn’t know?” He growled, “did you think all those times you slobbered over my feet I didn’t see?” The more I fought him the more I failed and the more I breathed into his shoes. Through my fear something came over and I stopped fighting, I arched my pussy up and breathed in deep.

“You fuckin faggots come into my masjid and then pretend to to be normal,” the voice said, all tone of joviality gone.” I felt a hand push under my little shorts and probe my hole, I moaned into the shoe.

“There was something I forgot to mention faggot,” the voice said, increasing the probing of my pussy. I moaned louder, all those moans and all that desire I had hidden rolling out. “I fucked Nazim, I broke in Nazim, and I told his dad, faggot.” My desire was cut in by fear but Ajmal just pushed the finger fully into my hole and the fear just felt good.

“Nazim was a little faggot, not good enough for me,” he voice continued, “I tossed his ass on the street when I was done, but you I have another idea.” I pulled out his finger and grabbed me by the back of the hair and yanked me off the shoe. I looked at him, drunk on his pheromones, and continued, “You’re gonna be my faggot, you’re gonna do anything I want or I’ll tell everyone at the Masjid that you’re just like Nazim.” I was scared, but that didn’t matter, His eyes seemed to be bearing not just on me but into me. I remained silent and just nodded to Him and he smirked. He caressed the back of my neck, almost gently, and put two fingers to my mouth. I let them in and sucked, lovingly and obediently.

“That’s good faggot,” he crooned, “when I’m done with you, you wont just love me, you’ll need me.” With that he pushed me down onto the ground and settled on the couch, putting his arms up and relaxing like a king. I didn’t move, just stared at him with desire and fear. He gave me a disgusted look and barked a single order, “Sujud faggot!! kiss your Master’s feet faggot.” I prostrated my self and crawled to his feet, first breathing in the smell of Master’s god feet and then kissing them. It was another beautiful moment of weakness and then Master’s foot hooked under my chin, pushing me up to my hands and knees and then pressing his sole into my face.

The impact and sensory experience hit me like a truck and then Master’s voice echoed into my ears.

“Password for your phone, Faggot.” I didn’t even hesitate, methodically drooling out the 4 number combination in between the smell of Masters foot. After a moment of this Master spoke again, “Good new faggot, you have the next 3 days off, and you’ll be spending them here.” I traced my tongue up Master’s foot and groaned helplessly, lost for words.

“also faggot, 200 dollars for my standard enslavement fee, actually lets make that 250 for the initial cock and pit samples.” I felt my body convulse at the sound of getting fag-mugged by Master and managed to drone out a moaning, “Thank You Master.” the foot retracted and then kicked me in the face, causing me to crumple. When I pushed myself back up, I found Master standing over me, Cock out and upright. I gazed at him, in fear and devotion, and he said, “I will fuck you, I will beat you, I will break you, and then lock you up. By the time you leave here, I’ll have your bank account, house keys and car keys, and your fucking soul.” He then slapped me, once on the left and once on the right. I focused my bleary, cock drunk stare into those dark cold eyes and said, “Yes Master.”

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Carpet part 3

I had told chris not to do it, to stay away from him, but I couldn’t stop him. He had been controlled to much in recent years. I gave him a kiss before he went to confront Scott, maybe to remind him of what was waiting for him back home. But that was 4 days ago now. And chris was back there under Scott’s feet again. I knew this because after half a day of chris being missing I received a text.

Chris was on his knees, a cock down his throat, and staring into the camera. The message just read “suprise”

The pictures kept coming, Chris choking on a foot, lovingly making out with the same foot, a full profile shot of him getting fucked into the ground on some old trashy rug. The final show was just chris, spread out on the ground, with his ass up, showing a battered hole.

The pictures haunted me, in everyone his stare seemed so….empty. His eyes were almost dead, save for a primal lust or fear that tinged them. I finally understood what Chris meant when we said he would just….obey. Like that prick could just turn off his autonomy.

I wanted to call the cops, to storm over there myself, but I don’t know where he was. I was an idiot and never asked, maybe hoping to just keep him out of chris’ mind. But now he was stuck there, being abused and I had been trapped.

However that wasn’t good enough for “Master Fagbreaker.” His last message sent me a link, to tumblr of all places. It said “follow every post and when you find the password. DM me and you can have him back.”

It was sick but…I had no choice. I already had a tumblr, I too had my own perversions I used to indulge and it didn’t take much time to find Scott. He had been busy, documenting the full break down of my boyfriend into nothing.

Chris was shaved and denuded, with Scott taking the time to slap him around and fuck his throat some more.

He was locked up in an ever smaller cage, Scott shrunk his raging hard on with the cold touch of an ice pack. After it was on he kicked him in the balls, and then made him beg for more.

It was like to used to get off too and part of me still did, leading to more self incriminations.

After the “faggot” was hairless, caged, and collared again, Scott went to town. Fucking him on a couch, facing out the window, making him chant “this Faggot is worthless” over and over again. Another video he simply made him bounce up and down on a dildo and stare into the camera, his locked up cock bouncing with it.

Later images simply had chris nuzzle up to Scott’s pits, moaning and breathing in saying how much he loved him and was sorry. The verbal parts repulsed me but the pits…..well I loved pits. Before I knew chris after I’d go to the gym and few guys would let me worship their pits and, after enough times, I might have turned out like chris. I didn’t though and chris was hot but not for his pits. I pushed the image out of my mind and continued.

The images got darker from there, chris getting his balls slapped and being made to beg for more, chris on a dildo again but with 3 shock collars on, both gyrating and moaning in between jerking in pain. Eventually Scott decided it was time to make a party of it, and the gang rape began.

I couldn’t see all of them but I counted at least 5 or 6 men other then Him, taking time to beat him, face fuck him, or “rail that faggot pussy”. One shot that got to me had chris getting fucked out of his mind while an offscreen man pushed his foot onto chris’ face, who worshiped and moaned. That foot would wind back and kick him multiple times but chris never stopped.

At the end of that last series the last picture was just chris, beaten, sweaty, and crumpled on the ground amongst a forest of male feet, ass arched up still, and over all of this was the phrase “Please Master let me come”

After days of this, watching the love of my life get mauled, I had the key and I entered the dms of this monster. I sent the key and said who I was.

“Send me a picture of You and faggot together” the message came back

I wanted to argue, to defend him, but I had to save him so I played along. Sending a picture from our 2nd date.

“Sweet picture, me and the faggot just finished our date too”

“Go fuck yourself,” I said in the messages, “tell me where he is.”

Nothing came back at first and then he said, “you come on my terms, you do me a favor and you can have the faggot back. Get that?”

“Sure” I sent back and he sent the address. I rushed there.

Knocking on the door, I stood there and waited. Nothing happened for a few moments until the door opened, revealing Scott shirtless and sweating.

“Just finished working out,” he said and smirked at me. He smelled good….fuckin really good. I ignored that thought and said, “where is chris?”

Scott gestured me in and took a seat at the couch. I just stood there, standing on the carpet I had watched my boyfriend get fucked by this man. He gestured for me to come and when i didn’t he said, “sit down, remember this is on MY terms.”

I complied sittings few feet away from him. he stretched out his arms, exposing those pits again.

“Where is chris,” I repeated and Scott answered simply, “in its box, the fag is resting. It’s had a hard training time.”

“I wanna see him,” I demanded and he reached with one arm and handed me a small controller.

“Press that and the fag will get shocked, then it’ll come crawling.” I didnt press the button, I would never do anything like that. He shrugged and said, “so did you appreciate the content?”

I glowered at him and he snickered, “oh come on man, I saw your blog. Old content maybe but you were a nasty bitch back then. You can hate me and still be honest.”

“You’re an abuser,” I said, “whatever fantasies I’ve had ever, they are nothing like this.”

He gave me a smug look and said, “we shall see.” I glared at him suspiciously and he continued, “I want a favor and it’s a simple favor. I get you for a few hours and after that’s done. If you want your little boytoy back, then fair enough.”

I sat back, shocked and concerned, “you want….me?” He looked at me and laughed, “and why not, you’ve got a hot body and good cock. The fag is fully broken and in, as you’ve seen. But I could enjoy you. And I bet you would too. I’m not gonna beat you or torture you, unless you want. I want to make you feel good.”

This was a trap, I knew that, but for Chris I had to. I had to, I just told myself. I nodded silently and said, “okay”

Scott smiled like a hyena and said, “good.” He pulled out a bottle of poppers and poured some on a bandana and handed them to me.

“In your mouth,” he said calmly and I hesitated. “Now,” he said more forcefully, “your a strong man not some fag. It’ll be good just do it.” And I did. The poppers started to swirl in my brain as Scott exposed his nearest pit, the smell just so fucking good. Poppered up and complying I came in closer and then Scott grabbed my head and forced it into his pits. The smell was overwhelming, so masculine, so powerful and that plus the poppers made me moan, like chris had so many times.

“That’s right boy,” sneered Scott in my ear, “I did my research, just stay in there and worship my fuckin pits.”

I did, for chris I guess. I rubbed my face in his delicious body and, instinctually started to grind on his leg, in between my 2 own.

“That’s right faggot,” he said, “don’t fight it, that fag can’t give you what you need. I can. No more thinking about cleaning the sweat off a Man after a workout, you can do that everyday with Me.” I moaned and started to thrust faster against his leg. I was so caught up in it that when I felt my pants being pulled down behind me, I almost jumped.

Scott caught my head and pulled me back in, me breathing in deeper and offering my ass up without thinking. A tongue started probing my hole, deeply and desperately. Lost in my pit-drunk stupor, I knew it was chris. Only he was so good at eating my hole. I offered my hole and more and chris complied, all while Scott oversaw all of this with his hand on the back of my head.

Suddenly he pulled my head back and looked me in the eyes, his intense stare boring into my soul. Hands holding my hair, he put the bottle under my nose and I inhaled, not sure why I did so easily.

The swirling fog of poppers crushed my brain, compounded by the faggit eating my hole at this MANS orders. He shoved me back into the pit.

“Lick faggot” he said and I did, licking, tasting and worshiping this delicious man while the faggot behind me pryed my hole open. Then it got worse as I felt to hands come up and grab my tits and start to work them carefully. I moaned like a bitch in heat, overwhelmed by all the sensations.

Scott grabbed my hair again and pulled me up, looking me in the unfocused eyes, “I know all of your weaknesses,” he said as his faggot cleaned out my hole and tweaked my nipples, “I can exploit them all day, all weekend, as long as I want.”

I couldn’t respond only softly moan out whatever pathetic last bit resistance I had left. He laughed and held out the bottle again. “Hit this again and you can have the other pit, but then you’ll suck my cock, and then I’ll fuck that tight hole of yours. You let me do this and you’ll be just another faggot.” He held out the bottle just out of reach and said, “do it faggot.” I did, it felt so good I just wanted more. After hitting it deeply again, he tightened the grip on my hair and looked me in the eyes, “I am Master Fagbreaker and You are a faggot.”

I responded mechanically, “You are Master Fagbreaker and I am a faggot.”

“Then it’s time to break you faggot,” he said and pulled me into his other pit. The sensation, the feeling of totally submitting, the thought of every horrible picture I had to watch being done again with me, all of it filled me up and made me feel something I hadn’t felt in years. I desperately breathed in Masters pit, hungrily humiliating myself for HIM. all the while the other faggot fondled my tits harder and harder while eating my ass….no my faggot pussy.

“When faggot A is done,” Master fagbreaker said in my ear, “Master is gonna fuck its new slave until it totally forgets who it was. You wanted your boy back, well guess what you got it and a new Master.” I grinder harder into nothing, impotently struggling for some release I would never get.

master pulled me out of his pit and without warning, forced me onto his crotch. That smelled too and it smelled so powerful. I started to rut again and the tongue left to be replaced by a finger and then 2. My faggot boyfriend finger fucked me as I worshiped the crotch of Master, who finally deigned to unzip his pants and free His cock. Hand still on my hair, he pulled me down all the way, forcing me to Gag and struggle, as my ex boyfriend finger fucked me.

my gag reflex was terrible, but Master seemed to enjoy it, especially as his other faggot continued to finger fuck my faggot pussy. I pictured myself, hairless, locked, and getting spit roasted like faggot A had been. i was so hot, so fucked, and so dazed that i was finally honest, i was jealous.

master pulled my head off His cock and slapped me, “This faggot can’t suck cock for shit apparently. But that’s fine. I’ll enjoy breaking in that throat. He got up and yanked me by the hair, pulling me off the couch as I whimpered. He jerked his head at faggot A who promptly sat back on the couch and out its legs up, pussy exposed. master pushed me on top of faggot A, the person i had loved, and he kicked my legs apart, exposing my faggot pussy.

“Now im gonna fuck that hole into a pussy,” Master said, “You faggots chant as you should. Teach our new faggot the lesson.”

Chris….faggot A looked me in the eyes, not blank like I thought but just totally obedient, and just said, “faggots obey.”

I looked him in the eyes as i felt the man who called himself Master square up to fuck me into submission. I could go, i could leave, I didn’t have to do this. But as Master pushed his cock into my pussy, Faggot A just repeated the Mantra, “faggots obey,” and I knew I couldn’t.

“FAGGOTS OBEY,” I said my eyes fixed on the broken slave I couldn’t fix. The man who broke him shoved his cock into my pussy and proceeded to break me. “FAGGOTS OBEY, FAGGOTS OBEY, FAGGOTS OBEY, FAGGOTS OBEY, FAGGOTS OBEY,” we chanted together, Master whooping and cackling at His conquest.

I was a faggot, faggots were meant to be broken. As Master picked up the pace, slamming his cock into my pussy over and over again I knew this was right. this was right and it would only ever be right if Master continued to break this faggot.

Masters thrusts intensified and he grabbed my hair again, yanking my head back. Still thrusting, he placed the poppers under my nose and i breathed in and kept breathing until i was told to stop. Pleasure and pain stopped meaning anything and as the only that mantra remained in my brain Master slammed his cock in one last time and claimed

My faggot pussy as his.

He pulled out of my ruined hole, hand still holding my hair, and threw me off

The couch and onto the floor, looking up i saw Master loom over me and look down in contempt.

“So faggot, what’s it gonna be?”

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t, I just opened my mouth and looked at my new Master.

Master smirked and pulled out his phone, I stared into the camera as my fellow slave had. I would turn over all my info, even if I refused Master could make me. He could make me do anything. He snapped a picture and smirked one last time.

“The boys are gonna love you faggot.”

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