I am a healthy European man who enjoys using fit submissive males. Along the way I enjoy helping submissive males and the men they serve better understand each other. Re-posted images deleted upon request.
"What did I tell you about calling Jamie a faggot?" I asked sausagewithgirth as I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him hard across the face.
"Dude," he whined. "You called him a faggot, too."
"Yeah, but he's my faggot, not yours," I explained. "I can do whatever I want to him, but when you insult him, you insult me. Now apologize to my faggot," I demanded as I grabbed him by his hair and ear and brought his face up to Jamie.
"Dude, I'm sorry," he said. "I won't call you that again."
"It's all good," Jamie said. He was used to being called names, and sausagewithgirth wasn't a threat to him.
"Dude, I don't understand why you're beating on me," sausagewithgirth complained as he picked himself off the ground. "I'm your friend. He's just your... whatever he is."
"That's exactly why I'm beating on you," I explained. "Every faggot needs to feel safe and secure to give his very best, and it's a man's duty to provide that safety. I can't let your insult go unanswered."
"You've never stood up for me like that before," sausagewithgirth continued to complain. "Nobody ever has."
"No, not every time, but I was there every time you actually needed me," I agreed. "I've always been a good friend, but you're a man. You are capable of and expected to defend yourself. You're not a faggot who can't defend himself."
He had gotten to his knees. "What if I'm not?" He asked.
"What if you're not a man?" I asked. "Are you a faggot, too?" I grabbed his head by the hair and made him look at me when he answered.
"Yes, I'm a faggot, too," he admitted. "I want to be your faggot."
He reached for my cock, but I swatted it away. "Being my faggot means you do what I want, not what you want. Now go kneel down over there next to your new brother. But once you do that you're my faggot, and no longer my friend."
He looked up at me with a tear in his eye. "Thank you, sir." Then he went and knelt beside Jamie.
"What did I tell you about calling Jamie a faggot?" I asked sausagewithgirth as I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him hard across the face.
"Dude," he whined. "You called him a faggot, too."
"Yeah, but he's my faggot, not yours," I explained. "I can do whatever I want to him, but when you insult him, you insult me. Now apologize to my faggot," I demanded as I grabbed him by his hair and ear and brought his face up to Jamie.
"Dude, I'm sorry," he said. "I won't call you that again."
"It's all good," Jamie said. He was used to being called names, and sausagewithgirth wasn't a threat to him.
I threw sausagewithgirth to the ground.
"Dude, I don't understand why you're beating on me," sausagewithgirth complained as he picked himself off the ground. "I'm your friend. He's just your... whatever he is."
"That's exactly why I'm beating on you," I explained. "Every faggot needs to feel safe and secure to give his very best, and it's a man's duty to provide that safety. I can't let your insult go unanswered."
"You've never stood up for me like that before," sausagewithgirth continued to complain. "Nobody ever has."
"No, not every time, but I was there every time you actually needed me," I agreed. "I've always been a good friend, but you're a man. You are capable of and expected to defend yourself. You're not a faggot who can't defend himself."
He had gotten to his knees. "What if I'm not?" He asked.
"What if you're not a man?" I asked. "Are you a faggot, too?" I grabbed his head by the hair and made him look at me when he answered.
"Yes, I'm a faggot, too," he admitted. "I want to be your faggot."
He reached for my cock, but I swatted it away. "Being my faggot means you do what I want, not what you want. Now go kneel down over there next to your new brother. But once you do that you're my faggot, and no longer my friend."
He looked up at me with a tear in his eye. "Thank you, sir." Then he went and knelt beside Jamie.
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