Looking for a Fag 2_
This is a work of fiction and all the standard warnings & disclaimers apply. No intended resemblance to actual people. No minors should be reading this material. If you are offended by frank adult reading, leave now. etc.
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Reach Me at not_your_typical_Master@yahoo.com.
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So I received a few responses from you depraved cocksuckers; it's time to share them with the world.
The first came from a faggot that was eager to offer its talents with the author of the original post:
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This faggot is on its knees typing this and begging you to consider it for the position you offer.
The faggot knows that without a Superior Man, as yourself, to serve, it is nothing. The faggot was brought up from an early age to understand its role in the world and truly understands that it is inferior.
it has experience in serving in the ways you describe but has recently become useless as the God it was serving moved away. In fact he didn't even tell the faggot he was moving. faggot just turned up at his place one day at the same time it always did, stripped on the doorstep as he had always been told to do, rang the bell and knelt on the step to wait for permission to enter. imagine its horror when a middle aged woman answered the door, she took one look at the faggot and laughing, told it to crawl back into its hole.
the faggot has learned to be a good servant.it can clean, do laundry, iron, sew, cook, garden and complete small DIY tasks. it is very used to heavy manual labour. The last Superior man it served always wanted the faggot to do this naked, usually with a large plug stuffed up its pussy. However, the faggot understands that each man has his own particular wishes and it will present every time in the exact way you want, not showing its ugly little prick. its last owner liked the faggot to clean with its own underwear which it would always have to wear home. if not that then the faggot's toothbrush was sometimes allowed, otherwise the faggot is experienced at cleaning anything with its tongue and bare hands.
the faggot has been told it is a good cocksucker and would be honoured to provide that service should its Superior ever feel the need for some relief. its last owner always put a hood with just a mouth hole on the faggot before he would let it suck his mighty cock. the faggot understands he wouldn't want to see its nasty face. But most times the faggot was under the desk anyway whilst the man looked at straight porn on his computer. Sometimes it would take hours for him to shoot his load, which the faggot had to hold in its mouth before being given permission to swallow. The faggot of course was never allowed to touch its own little prick.
The faggot could also prove useful as furniture for real men. it has spent long hours on all 4's serving as a footstool or coffee table. it is a fully trained ashtray and for its owners fun was once used as a doormat when he had some friends over to watch a game. it also was sometimes hung up and used as a punching bag. at first the faggot was worried about its black eyes and bruised body but soon learned to be grateful for the attention and willingly kissed the fist that punched it.
the faggot is 37 years old, it was the runt of its poor family and of a slim build. it used to be fatter but its previous owner decided the faggot should be skinnier and put it on a very strict diet. for months the faggot was only allowed cheap salads and raw vegetables. At the same time it would be cooking delicious meals for its owner which was torture but fun for him. if the faggot didn't meet its weight goals each week it was severely punished. This is the sort of dedication and obedience this faggot can offer. if there is anything you don't like about the faggot then it will change. Hair, clothes, accent, behaviour, it lives to serve and please and will do anything in its power to be the best for the man it serves. it feels so useless now that it has no one to focus on and so once again begs and pleads for the chance to show what a good faggot it can be.
it will only come running when ordered and would never get in the way. it can stay quietly in a corner if you want it around to fetch things but otherwise you wouldn't even know it was there.
in short it will do anything you want and thank you for the opportunity to be of use. If you would just consider giving this faggot a trial it will do everything it can to make sure you don't regret it. Please, it is now on its belly pleading and groveling to be allowed to make your life better.
Respectfully
a faggot
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The next came from a faggot who also shared its photos with Me, one of its hungry pussy, and one of its disgusting (and laughably small) clit of a penis. I guess it really wanted to impress Me. It failed, for a number of reasons.
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I am a 35 year old fag with a lot of experience serving real men. It's all I'm good for. It's my only purpose in life. I have always been jealous and envious of straight men, normal men, because I am a freak of nature driven by my sick, pathetic craving for cock. From grade school, I have been bullied and tormented by healthy, normal guys who could tell just by looking at me that I deserved to be humiliated and exploited. Had my lunch money taken from me on a regular basis and got the crap beat out of me after school. They made me do their homework. Gym class was hell. In the locker room they made fun of my small penis, shoved my face in the toilet and flushed it, and more than once they stole my clothes from my locker leaving me naked all day until my mom came to bring me clothes. Guys called me queer and cocksucker and pussy when they passed me in the hall. When I attended college, my jock roommates made me clean our room and do their laundry. I had to sleep in the dormitory lounge when they had girls over.
After college I started going to seedy gay bars but none of the guys there interested me at all because they were all homosexuals like me, and all I wanted was to be around real men, heterosexual men, normal men. My depraved lust for straight cock was so intense I found myself hanging out at night in parks and public men's rooms, giving blowjobs to homeless men and niggers, paying them cash for the privilege, but even that was not enough. I needed to be used.
I found an apartment in a complex near the local college where a lot of students lived off campus. That was when I first began to find what I was seeking. Made myself useful to the young studs who lived there. Bought them beer, ran errands for them, gave them rides, loaned money freely with no thought of ever being paid back. Whatever it took to be a part of their lives. I just wanted to be of use and be near them. It was a thrill for me when they partied shirtless or lifted weights in my presence. To hear them talk about the girls they fucked. Included while they watched football and basketball on TV even though I had no clue what was going on.
Eventually I lucked out. Three straight college guys moved into the apartment across from me. I did my usual thing, buying them beer and cooking them meals and doing their laundry, making it seem casual so they would not know what I was really up to, whatever it took to be included in their lives. Their names were Mike, Leroy, and Jeremy. Mike was the first to figure out I was a fag. He did not let on first, but over time he teased and insulted me, until one night he was hanging out at my apartment, getting drunk and smoking pot (another thing I always provided), when he asked me if I had any porn. So I put on a straight porn video, and before long he pulled out his cock and told me to suck it.
For the next few weeks whenever Mike got horny, he would drop by for a quick blowjob, but he always asked for cash first, at least fifty bucks, telling me he was doing me a favor by letting me go down on him. Mike was on the wrestling team, hairy chested, with short blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and muscular with a thick cock and huge balls, and servicing him was like a dream come true. He would drop off his laundry once or twice a week and say, "Take care of this for me, fag!" I was more than eager to oblige, but could not resist smelling his underwear and jockstraps before I put them in the wash.
One day Mike's roommate Leroy, who was black, knocked on my door, asking if I had any pot. I invited him in. After we got high, he said Mike told him all about me, and he wanted to get his cock sucked too. I got down on my knees prepared to do what he expected, when Leroy mentioned my paying Mike cash for the privilege, so I took out my wallet to give him fifty dollars, but he snatched everything I had, about $150, and he said: "You're gonna have to do better than this." When I explained that was all I had, he told me to beg for his black cock. So, I did. I pleaded with him to let me suck his cock. I told him I was a fag who needed cock and that I would do whatever he wanted, anything, whenever, if he would just let me give him head.
Jeremy was the last to use me. I brought over lasagna I cooked for the three of them, and a case of beer of course, when Mike and Leroy told me to get on my knees. That was embarrassing since I thought Jeremy had no idea what was going on. Mike said Jeremy needed a blowjob. Leroy was laughing. Mike told me to get naked. They laughed at my small, useless penis, and jeered while I went down on Jeremy, choking and gagging on his cock, which was the biggest of the three, eleven inches I think, a monster cock.
For the next two years I was their slave. I did their chores, bought them food and beer, provided pot, washed their clothes, cleaned their apartment. Very rarely did I ever get the chance to suck their cocks again, as they had plenty of girls, but I did not mind. I thought about their cocks a lot, but it was enough being their slave, doing what I was told, and they never failed to remind me that it was a fag's job to look after the needs of Real Men.
One time when they were watching the Superbowl, they used me as a urinal, pissing down my throat so they would not have to leave the room. Soon as they had no more use for me, they told me to get the fuck out. But I was always at their beck and call. I was their faggot slave.
After graduation, they moved out. Now I am alone, longing to be of use to Real Men once again. I will do whatever it takes, whatever is demanded of me. Because of Mike, Leroy, and Jeremy I know how to beg. So, I am begging you now, please let me serve you, please, please, I'm begging you, let me do whatever you want, even if I never get to suck your cock, I want you to use me, I need to be abused, punished, robbed, whatever you want from me, I want to be your slave, your faggot bitch servant, at your mercy, under your power because that is all I am good for, because Real Men like you are like Gods, and I am just a worm beneath your feet, grateful to be used. I won't let you down.
Sincerely,
Faggot Keith
P.S. At the risk of offending you, I am attaching pics of my little queer penis and submissive ass. I have never been fucked. None of the straight men I have been with have ever shown any interest in fucking me. Blowjobs only, which I am extremely skilled at providing. My mouth and throat can bring you to orgasm in a few minutes or pleasure your cock for hours without ever getting tired. Whatever you want. Give me this chance, I am begging you. I will pay anything. Please, please consider me. I won't disappoint you!
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I can't say whether I was more displeased by the open display of its disgusting fagclit, or that it had the stupidity to offer what it thought its name was. I explained to the imbecile that a Man is no more likely to have a name for a fag than to have a name for His toaster. Both are mere appliances used to accomplish specific tasks. Not to mention how this fag used the word "nigger" to imply some inferiority of black Men, when in fact all Men are superior to pathetic cocksuckers like "Keith"
And then there was this appropriately sick little fucktard that at least understood its place in a Man's world. It's name was a derivative of its full onscreen name, where it hilariously offered itself to a famous actor whom I'm sure would have no possible want or use for it:
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Dear Sir,
I am absolutely qualified to be your faggot, Sir. I have no self-esteem whatsoever. And why should I? From getting beat up by football players for bringing a barbie to school to being raped by black guys in the hood for looking at them the wrong way, there is simply nothing worthwhile for me to pursue in life. I barely graduated highschool because I spent all my time thinking about and sucking straight boy cock. I would leave class, sit on my knees in the bathroom, and suck as many cocks as possible. Desperate guys who couldn't get girls but were still 10x the man I'd ever be and homophobic football players who were hoping their gigantic horse cocks would choke me to death so they wouldn't have to look at my queer face again came and went all throughout the day. I tried to go to college, but I simply didn't have time to do any homework. The fraternities took turns gangraping my ass every weekend. Throughout my experiences as a fag, I have sucked dick, drank piss, licked feet, armpits, and ass. I have been fucked so hard that I have even bled occasionally. I also like to entertain straight men. I have judged farting contests, been a spittoon, and done various chores such as laundry and vacuuming for straight men while they hurl homophobic insults at me as I prance around the house in a frilly nightgown with a buttplug in my ass. Please consider using me as your fag, Sir. And I would appreciate if your reply, should you be so gracious to give me one, have as many homophobic slurs as possible. It helps break down whatever little confidence I may have for some reason on a typical day.
Sincerely,
zacsfag
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And then there was this queer who offered an example day of being of use to the Man who wrote the post:
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It's Sunday morning and my phone rings. "Get over here now, you stupid faggot!", you order me and hang up the phone. Those are the only words you speak to me all day. I hurry to your house and go to your bedroom where you are waiting. I can smell your Manliness and know you put in a long hard day yesterday, ending with a six pack. As this fag crawls between your legs you grab my head forcing your cock in my mouth and let loose with your morning piss of last night's beer. I choke it down, being careful not to get any on you. After I drain you like the faggot urinal I am, I bury my face in your hairy, sweaty pits, licking them clean, breathing in your mansmell. I massage your arms, chest and thighs. You roll over and I work your sore neck, back, and legs. Finally I bury my fag face in your ass, cleaning your hole with my tongue, licking your ass crack clean.
When my first task is done, I make you a man's breakfast: a 4-egg omelette loaded with ham, bacon, and cheese, hash browns, toast, coffee and OJ, and serve you in bed. While you eat I start my next task, cleaning your bathroom. After I scrub the sink and tub, I clean the toilet. But since I'm such a pig fag, you require me to lick it clean. My tongue lapping the bowl, the seat, both sides, till it shines.
You have two games on today, so you move to the living room, and I follow you on my hands and knees. You prop your feet on the footstool while I lick and massage them, sucking your toes, digging between them with my tongue. When they are clean, I clip your toenails and rub a soothing peppermint lotion into them. From then on, the rules are pretty simple.
I sit in my fag corner and wait for your commands. One finger snap means beer. Two finger snaps means snacks. Three finger snaps means "Suck my cock, pussy boi!!" You never tell me when you need to piss, you just start and I swallow. Whenever the opposing team makes a touchdown, I have to pull my lacy panties down and present my ass. You spank me for every point they have, landing extra hard right on my faghole. When your team scores, I lay over the arm of the couch, my head hanging back, fagmouth open, and you ram your cock down my throat, all the way to your pubes, once for each point they have. After the second game ends, you bury your cock in my throat, and leave it. I choke and gag and can hardly breathe as my throat muscles milk your fat cock. You pump your cum right into your cumdump, and follow it with a final piss. Then you point to the door and I leave.
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Finally, this faggot seemed to definitely get the message, but I got the impression that this was more an open request to the Men of the World than to any one Man specifically. Perhaps this, or something like it, has already been posted on Craigslist. But, I am a sharing Man, so here it is....
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YOU are a MAN; i am a fag. The difference between me and YOU is more than the difference between mortals and God.
YOU like to fuck pussy; a fag is the last thing YOU want to stick YOUR dick into. i know that. On the other hand, YOUR dick is the most important thing in a fag's pathetic excuse for a life.
YOU have the power to use that against me, to make a fag like me do anything for YOU, just to be in the same room as YOUR magnificent meat. Tell me to display myself as a faggot to YOU, to get on my knees and grovel for YOUR cock. If YOU like, bring friends to share my humiliation with them. Spit on my faggot face while they watch. Invite them to join in.
Order me around to do shit for YOU, to get YOUR beer while YOU watch the game, or to drink YOUR piss later so YOU don't have to get up. Demand i massage YOUR feet because YOU like how it feels. Order YOUR fag to french kiss YOUR asshole because YOU'D never ask a person to do that. fags aren't people; we're just fags.
Maybe YOU have better things for me to do for YOU. i will clean YOUR home and do YOUR laundry while YOU just sit around and relax, laughing at how pathetic fags will do anything for a MAN like YOU. Have a fag wash YOUR car for YOU, mow YOUR lawn, cook YOUR dinner. Go into the bathroom i just cleaned for YOU and piss on the floor, just for laughs.
Or go into my home when YOU leave work (the door is always open for YOU) and use it as your urinal on the way home, just because YOU can. Piss all over my furniture, food, appliances, mark it all with YOUR scent, then leave, laughing at me and my sorry life as I thank YOU for YOUR gift.
Smack me around if i don't work to YOUR satisfaction. Hell, smack me around just because YOU enjoy it. Maybe YOU'LL be kind/cruel enough to display YOUR cock to me and not allow me to even touch it. Just watch me stare at it and drool, then go home and fuck YOUR wife or girlfriend, knowing how a fag would have ripped off its own nuts to taste it. YOU have every right to deny me the right to look YOU in the face or eye to eye, to show myself as a faggot by only staring hungrily at YOUR crotch or ass.
And if YOU ever do want to try out my faggot holes, demand them. Finger my faggot cunt-throat, or slide your hand down my faggot ass-snatch. See how my queer muscles have been trained to make MEN like YOU feel good. Finger me for hours while YOU watch tv, and feel my cunts quiver at YOUR touch, instinctively desperate to please YOU. Finger and tease me for hours until i break with cock-starved agony and find new levels of hunger for YOU to explore.
If YOU ever decide to slide YOUR prick inside me, know YOU can be as rough and demanding as YOU want, treat me in ways YOU'D never treat a woman. fags can be used to indulge a MAN'S basest desires, YOUR most twisted fantasies. A fag is the world's most depraved bitch. Please use me to do what i was born to do. i'm begging YOU. Please give my sorry existence some meaning by putting me to use for YOU. Treat me the way MEN have always treated fags, long before "pc" meant anything besides a computer. Please.
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Thanks, fagsluts, for the replies. I enjoyed the hell out of this. Hope y'all enjoyed the reading as well.
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