Master sat down on the couch and exhaled. He spread his legs like a true alpha and leaned back.
„Fag bring me a Coke Zero and then get in fag position to lick my feet. It’s time for a proper briefing of what this is and where this will lead.“
Thank you sir, I’m your two hole fag sir“
I did as told and placed the coke on the couch table, brought my shoulders down to the floor and my ass up in the air, spreading my cheeks. And started licking masters feet with full tongue“
That’s the first time master really smiled and padded my head.
„That’s a good fag. So you respond to strict leadership. That’s good to know. I‘m also learning how to handle you. Transform you.“
He took a sip and instructed
„sit up and look into my eyes. And tell my what you are“
I did as said
„I‘m your two hole fag sir“
That’s when he looked deep into my eyes.
„I don’t believe that you believe it fag. You think this is a game. Roleplay.„
He raised his hand to a high level:
„I’m up here. An Alpha. My purpose is to lead others. I’m dominant, demanding, highly intelligent. I’m born this way. And because of that deserving to be admired and served. Sexually but also generally.
He lowered his hand:
„Then Beta males: regular males who don’t want to lead. They can be top, bottom, versatile. They expect eye level.“
He lowered his hand further:
„He he looked Then Gamma males and Omega males: submissive males who lack ambition and enjoy being lead or told what to do. Kinky adventures. They are allowed to have limits and safewords. For them it’s about role playing but they still have a saying.“
And then his hand was on the ground:
„And then there’s the lowest level: fags. Born to serve alphas sexually and generally. They need to serve, be humiliated and punished. ONLY for the alpha’s pleasure. MY pleasure. As sex toy, servant, urinal and object to humiliate and use.
You can train them to fulfill extreme kinks and share them with friends, guests anf strangers. Like a computer you’re programming to your individual needs. One word doesn’t exist for fags: the word no! They’re also born this way. Some just don’t accept their level and think they’re Gammas or Omegas. So you have to break them. Train them. Transform them. To become what they’re meant to be: a 2 hole service fag.“
I gulped. Master looked very serious now. He looked deep into my eyes.
„I‘m asking you again. What are you?“
I couldn’t be a fag. That’s disgusting. Low life.
„I think I’m an omega sir“
„you still treat this like a game. So, let’s be clear about this: this is NOT a game. This is real. And I promise you, when I’m done with you you there will be no doubt that you’re a true fuck faggot.“
That’s when he stood up, grabbed me roughly by my hair and pulled me to a mirror.
„Look at you. Describe to me exactly what you see.“
The visual was horrifying. I wasn’t able to talk. I didn’t want to say what I was seeing.
Master slapped me hard left and right. And asked again: „compared to what’s coming for you this is a really simple task. Describe what you see. Tell me every detail.“
Tears ran down my face.
„I see a man wearing a collar and covk cage. With fag, urinal, whore, slut, cumdump written on his body.“
„Exactly. And you messaged me to do this to you. Agreed to meet. Booked a hotel room. Bought toys. Travelled to another city. Met me, a guy you didn’t know before, who took away your stuff, best you, fucked you, humiliated you. So let the facts speak for themselves. Look at yourself and tell me what you are.“
I started crying. I couldn’t say it.
He knelt next to me and surprisingly started talking gently to me.
„You said you want to feel like a fag. This is it. You want this because deep inside you know what I know. You’re a fag. A true 2 hole fuck faggot. Just say it. Embrace it. It will make you feel free. Look on the mirror and tell yourself what you are. You can do it. I‘m here to help you.“
I kept crying. Sobbing. Ashamed.
Master laid his arms around me. And continued to talk gently to me. He even wiped some tears from my face.
„Relax. You‘ve already came this far. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to. You’re doing good. Just say it.“
It was strangely comforting. Why was he so nice all of a sudden. Was this part of his manipulation? My mind started racing.
„come on, admit it: secretly you want to say it. For years. It must be tyiring to hide you’re true self for so long. You’re exactly where you need to be. Show your true self. Be who you’re meant to be.
He grabbed my chin and turned my face to the mirror. I was staring at a fuck faggot. There was no denying.
“Look at yourself and just say it.“
Suddenly the words came out of my mouth while I was crying.
„I‘m a fuck faggot. I’m a dirty 2 hole whore.“
Now master beamed at me.
„Very good my little fag. No need to cry. Be proud. say it again. This time more confident. Own it.“
I looked pathetic and could t get confident. More like giving in.
„I‘m a fuck faggot. I’m A dirty 2 hole whore!!!“
„Very good. Now say it to me. Look into my eyes. And make me believe it. Tell me who you are.“
„I‘m a fuck faggot. I’m a dirty 2 hole whore!!!”
Master really smiled now. He looked proud.
„Very good my little fuck faggot. Now tell me who’s fag you are?“
„I‘m your fuck faggot sir. Your personal dirty two hole whore.“
So just to confirm, say it one more time:
„I‘m your fuck faggot sir. Your personal dirty two hole whore.“
„Very Good my little fuck faggot. See, that wasn’t so hard.”
He went to the couch and got something out of his pants which I couldn’t see. My sight was blurred from the tears.
He came back to me, towering over me and looking into my eyes. Smiling.
“Now look into my eyes. Up here. tell me that I’m your alpha and that you need me to transform you into a real fuck faggot. Beg me to help you to fulfill your potential. No matter what it takes. To not accept your no because I know better what’s good for you. That you want to become my dirty little 2 hole whore.”
This was a true mindfuck. The only way out seemed to be to give him what he asked me to do.
I looked up blinking and said
“You’re my alpha master sir.”
Master was doing something with his hand so I started looking down. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head back so looked up to him.
“Don’t look down, look at me and continue”
“Yes sir. I want to be your dirty little 2 hole whore. Please transform me into a real faggot. Don’t accept my no at any time, you know best what I need Sir.”
Master beamed at me.
“You’re a natural. Want to see?”
I was confused. What does he mean? Then I saw that he had his phone in his other hand. He filmed me when I was saying it. And now he played it to me: “You’re my alpha master sir. Yes sir. I want to be your dirty little 2 hole whore…”
I nearly fainted.
“Now that we got that out of the way we can start your transition.”
Master went back to the couch. Sat down, sipped Coke Zero.
“I will teach you to service me and my friends and how to properly lick and massage my feet. I will train your holes and push your limits to take it harder, deeper, longer, bigger and with maximum intensity. By the way: I like it when you cry. It turns me on. We‘ll have a lot of fun.
At the same time you‘ll learn how to suck and lick like a horny faggot. And how to tease and entertain like a true whore.
You will suffer for my pleasure. I will break your will and rebuild your faggot mind based on servitude, obedience and giving pleasure. When I’m done with you, you‘ll crave licking my feet and At the snap of my fingers you will lick and swallow cum and piss in any situation. And how to use your body to give me and men I pick pleasure. I will ask friends to help with your training, some are experts in their kinks. Also it’s fun to share a fag. Or onlyfans to make me some money as return on invest? Or pimp you out even? We‘ll see…
You’ll follow a strict work out plan to build the stamina to be a service whore.
I will make sure your identity stays secret, I have no upside in exposing you. Only of you disappoint me, then you’re no use to me. Then I will expose you. Are we clear?“
I was pale and nearly fainted. This was so much more intense than I expected or planned. I wanted a kinky date.
I found myself in an impossible position with no way out. Master was really intending to humiliate me in the maximum possible way and to turn into a real fag.
Fantasizing about this is one thing but being in it felt horrible. I was in shock. In fear. Confused. Was this turning me on? Was he right?
Now there was no way out of this without getting exposed. I was in his hands.
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