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The Faghunters
The door opens before I get a chance to put on a more dignified face and Dane fucking Magnus walks in. I stare at him, terrified. He sees me on the floor and his jaw drops.
”Ah, Magnus. Got the reports?”
Dane chuckles. ”I do, boss. But you seem busy?”
”Just some paperwork, it can wait” Rob answers and reaches for the papers in Danes hand.
Im completely mute. God, I wish Dane would’ve closed that fucking door, but I just stare at them. Dane looks at me amused while Rob briefly reads through the papers. I stare at Dane with big eyes. While Rob is occupied with the papers Dane motions at me. He makes a tight hole with his fingers and proceeds to stick one of his large finger through slowly. Then he forces two thick finger through, making the hole larger, then three. He does this while making faces at me, the hole getting bigger and bigger. Then hi lifts the hole towards me, I’m assuming aligning the now large hole over where my own hole is. Im starting to shake again and look away, blushing.
”Looks good” Rob says and gives them back. ”Well talk in a bit. Need to get this done first. You can stay and wait, Magnus”
Danes eyes doesnt leave mine. ”Sure thing, boss” He smiles devilishly at me.
After what feels like five hours Rob finally says. ”There we go Jake, officially resigned”
I stay at the floor, I can feel my heart beat through my boyhole ”Thank you, Sir”.
He looks at me. ”You know its more professional to remain standing when resigning, Jake.” He has a bit of a disappointed tone in his voice. ”But you insisted on holding the pose for this meeting and I am understanding your kinds nature”.
Fuck. He’s mocking me in front of Dane. My face is heating up.
”Magnus, snap a quick picture of Jake while he’s here, would you? Jake, look into the camera. Feel free to smile” He sounds bored.
Dane hastily picks up his phone. By the sound his phone makes its obvious he’s not taking a foto, he’s recording a video. He’s going to show it to everyone. Fuck, Harlans firing was childs play compared to this.
”Actually, I’m going to need you to smile, Jake” Rob says after a few seconds. I find the camera lens. I smile. Dane smiles like a bully.
”Say ’I, Jake Everest, is officially resigning’” Dane says while focusing on my face.
Im pretty sure my underwear are wet from all the precut I’ve leaked this morning. ”I, Jake Everest, is officially resigning”.
”Good faggot” he ends the video.
Rob whistles and flicks his fingers at me to get up. As if I was a dog again. I scramble to my legs. I lose balance since my blood flow needs to return to normal. ”Magnus, make sure to post that picture on the sign in the hall” Rob says.
”Sure boss!” Dane answers.
”But do it after he leaves. This one is apparently bit nervous”. His eyes land on me. ”One last thing, Jake”.
Fuck, not more. I can’t handle it.
”Have you been dicked before?” He asks calmly, as if asking about statistics.
I can’t help but to glance down towards his bulge. Dicked? As in fucked?
”You’re asking if im a virgin, Sir?”
Rob talks slowly as if describing something to an intern. ”Im asking if you’ve had a mans cock in your holes before”
I swallow. ”No, sir”
He smiles genuinely at me, ha glances at Dane who watches the scene carefully. ”Well, I guess we might see you around then. You may go.”
I give him a quick nod and hurry out. I can feel eyes watching me making my way to the elevator. As the doors slide shut behind me I can hear Robs voice say it.
”Fagged”
Roaring applause follow as the elevators pull me down.
That. Was. Intense. I don’t think ill ever calm down from that. I grab the walls of the elevator, my legs still feel like spaghetti. Holy fuck, what just happened? Did I really just lay spread eagle on my bosses floor? Infront of the office bully? And I made it through?? I feel the wetness in my pants. I pull the waistband out and peek down. Yup, completely wet from all the precum I’ve squirted while being fired. This was definitely a wake up call for what’s probably about to come. Rob has always been so fair and respectful towards me. Today made it clear that he still navigates the same hierarchy as me, and were not on the same level. Im a faggot. He’s a man, along with Dane, Chris and the others.
The doors open to the entry floor. I barge towards the revolving doors. The guard watches me.
”Leaving early, Mr Everest?” He says a bit surprised. He doesn’t know yet.
”Yeah..!” I try to sound casual. ”Feeling a bit feverish”.
I don’t stay long enough for him to small talk. I went with the fever excuse since it might match my flustered face.
I barely get on the tube in time. I slide through the closing doors like a panicked rat. Its crowded by men, but I manage to get a seat. I usually stand on the tube, but my legs have been through it today and who knows when ill get to relax next time. At least I have resigned from my job and is ultimately on my way home. Hardest part over.
The train stops to let a few passengers on and off. That’s when I see him. On the floor, about 6 feet away. A faggot. He’s sitting on the floor of the train. Knees wide apart making his back arch and his, I’m assuming caged, dicklet lightly touch the dirty floor each time the train makes any sudden move. He’s on the floor since that’s the designated spot for faggots on public transport. They, or I guess we, are allowed to sit on the seats, but only when its not crowded. Also, any man can tell us to get to the floor and we have to obey, wether its crowded or not, so a lot of fags just choose the floor either way. Besides, being a fag who chooses to sit on a seat could lead to men viewing them as challenging the system, resulting in even worse public humiliation. His clothes are simple, but they look good on his toned form. And he’s completely following the clothing guidelines.
The clothing guidelines, at least as far as I know (Guessing ill be an expert pretty soon), are pretty simple. Fags are free to dress how ever they want as long as their clothing classifies as ”Free Access”. Clothing have to be easy to remove, stretch, or rip. Shoes, or feet ware, has to be grippy, in case the fag is being fucked from behind and can’t be sliding around. Usually sneakers or gym shoes work fine for this. No underwear, unless a jockstrap or even panties(and honestly, why bother at that point?) And nothing that will prevent any man from seeing their ear tag clearly.
This fag is wearing some sort of brown cargo shorts, but the stretchy kind that easily can be pulled down. On top he’s wearing a off-white, loose fitting button up shirt. An empty steel chain around his neck. He even has a short brown beard matching his messy but cute hair. He looks a bit… dog-ish from the way he’s sitting, all happy, looking up into the eyes of everyone walking in or out. Then those big eyes land on me. He smiles at me. I smile back, he looks so happy.
A rough looking man, wearing a wifebeater, walks in talking intensely into his phone. ”I know, I told him that but the fucker won’t listen till shits already hit the fan..”
He positions himself in front of the faggot. He squeezes the phone between his shoulder and ear while he fumbles with his zipper. The fag perks up and looks at the mans crotch. He talks loudly to whoever is on the other line.
”Hang on, bro. One sec.” He uses both hands for a second to get a large cock out of his pants. He nips the faggots nose shut, signaling for it to open its mouth. The fag obeys and he shoves his soft, heavy dick deep inside. The faggot starts to immediately suck on it like a desperate whore. Some people watch but don’t really bat an eye. This happens often.
Im in awe. Ive seen shit like this before, but never… under the circumstances of myself being a faggot soon.
The faggot closes its hungry lips around the mans dick and looks up at him with big eyes. He continues his conversation while holding on to the faggots hair. A loud notification sound is heard from the faggot which is met with chuckles from the people around. Probably his phone? Is he allowed a normal phone? The man don’t seem to care.
”…Yeah, I’m on my way there now. Just the next stop”
The fag reacts to something, his body gives a soft jolt and then gets still. I watch his throat, its moving. His eyes are tearing up. And the man looks..bored? Not horny. Then I realize what’s going on. He is pissing. I can hear it, the heavy stream hitting the back of the fags mouth, filling him faster than he can handle. The faggot is chugging it down while desperately trying to breath though his nose in between the gulps of piss coming straight from the tap. The fags eyes, though teary, are helplessly locked into the ones of the man towering over him, desperately holding on to the mans ankles. The man kicks off the fags hands from him and then places his big foot on the fags crotch which makes him jump. Yup, definitely caged. The faggot loses focus and some warm piss is coughed up in between the swallowing. Piss dribbles down his shirt and chest. More notification sounds come from the faggot.
Other people on the tube seem to take more interest now since aimed catcalls and versions of ”Duuude” can be heard through the cart.
The man seems to be finished. He pulls his cock from the fags mouth with a wet "pop" sound and shakes off the last drops in the still open mouth. Then, while still yelling on the phone, he dabs his cock on the faggots beard, smearing the last piss off before zipping up and getting off the tube.
The fag is panting slightly, gives a small burp, but seems relatively fine. He gets off at the stop right before mine.
Fuck. Is that my future? I feel like I probably haven’t paid much attention to faggots up until now. I can’t get his face out of my mind. That glazed look. Being watched while sucking cock like a bitch in heat. Sucking the cock of a man who won’t care about you the second he walks out, or even when he walked in. I realize I need it. My pants now have a dark spot from all the cum I’ve leaked today.
You’re supposed to report on Friday, and you haven’t started practicing yet?
My bosses words echo in my mind Thursday morning. The words burrowed their way into my brain, it was the first thing I heard when I woke up. I need to nail them. I knew of Liferuiner since its famous. But the other ones I have to memorize correctly. I open my laptop and search for the official website of The State. Im met with a bunch of propaganda, the history of the gender split boarder of the country, and information about job listings in the military. I scroll down until I get to the FAGGOT category. I click. The website changes and turns into a harsh black screen. A white siluette of a kneeling fag replacing the A in the word FAGGOT. There is a lot of information. An illustrated guide of the hierarchy pyramid; faggots on the bottom. A breakdown about the benefits of piss drinking and cum swallowing. I get to a page dedicated to the poses.
LEARN YOUR POSES WITH OUR STATE FUNDED LIVE GUIDE.
I click on it and see myself in my laptops webcam. Apparently my mouth had been opening wider and wider while reading through the website, and as a cherry on top a large drop of drool was hanging from my loose tongue. I close and wipe my mouth while an automated, male voice starts talking.
WELCOME FAG. TIME TO LEARN THE POSES ISSUED BY THE STATE.
The voice is intense and loud. I try to lower the volume.
FAGS DONT REQUIRE PRIVACY, VOLUME SETTINGS ARE TEMPORARILY DISABLED.
Fuck.
FAGGOT WILL START BY PLACING THE COMPUTER ON THE FLOOR. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN FORCED ASSISTANCE BY STATE OFFICIALS.
COUNTDOWN
60
59
58…
I panic a bit. What do they mean? The police will come here? Forced assistance? What is that? I quickly grab my laptop from the table and place it on the kitchen floor.
PLACE FAGGOT IN VIEW.
In the middle of the screen a faint circle is appearing. I crouch down so my body is centered and visible.
GOOD BOY! FAGGOT WILL REMOVE ALL CLOTHING, SOCKS OPTIONAL. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN FORCED ASSISTANCE BY STATE OFFICIALS.
COUNTDOWN
60
59…
I yelp and scramble to get my shirt off. It gets stuck on my ears and in panic I try to remove my jeans at the same time. I struggle with the belt while my shirt is still over my head and I loose balance and land on my ass.
40
39
38..
I rip off my shirt and get off my belt. I lay on my back, legs up, trying to remove my jeans that just wont cooperate. One leg gets stuck on my heel and I pull hard enough that it takes my sock with it. The other leg slides off leaving me with only one socked foot.
17
16..
I stressfully remove my underwear and throw them to the side.
”Done! Im done! Stop the fucking countdown!!” I yell as I crouch down again into the center of the view.
FAGGOT IDENTIFIED: NAKED ON THE FLOOR. GOOD FAGGOT. A NAKED FAGGOT IS A GOOD FAGGOT.
POSE ONE. FRONTAL/ OR SALUTE. FOLLOW THE OUTLINE GUIDE ISSUED BY THE STATE.
A see-through outline of a body appears on the screens center, right over me. A boy is standing at attention, heels together, and his arm is switching between flat on his side or doing a salute at his forehead. The countdown doesn’t even have a chance to start before I’ve already taken the position.
The screen flashes green.
GOOD FAGGOT. POSE TWO. INSPECT. FOLLOW THE OUTLINE GUIDE ISSUED BY THE STATE.
Same standing boy outline appears tho this one has his hands on his head while his feet are gently spread. I follow the guide and once again is met by a green flash.
It gets harder with Endure. I have to crouch down but with a straight back, knees pointing out to my sides with my hands behind my neck. The whole thing feels really humiliating and my body trembles as I try to balance on my toes awkwardly. Kneel pose feels like a release compared to Endure. I honestly laugh when I’m met with a happy ”GOOD FAGGOT”. Pose five is doggy. I get on all fours looking straight into my own eyes. It feels embarrassing seeing myself like that, and my traitor of a dick starting to get hard from all this. I seek refuge in looking straight into the camera instead. Is it... blinking green?
GOOD FAGGOT. NOW BARK. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN FORCED ASSISTANCE BY STATE OFFICIALS.
60
59
”What the fuck?” I accidentally say out loud.
INCORRECT. COUNTDOWN REDUCED.
The timer cut from 55 to 25, 24, 23..
Shit! ”Bark! Bark!” I say loudly to the camera.
INCORRECT. COUNTDOWN REDUCED.
The timer skips to 10, 9, 8..
Fuck! I desperately loosen my mouth and try to bark as much like a dog I can. ”Wruff! Wruff, wruff!” I stick my tongue out and pants as loud as I can as I watch the timer 4, 3..
GOOD DOGGY.
That was close.
POSE SIX. LIFERUINER.
Well, this one is fresh. I get into position while fighting the flashbacks. My hard dicklet is pointing right at my chin.
HAIR DETECTED. INCORRECT. FAG NEEDS TO SHAVE FAG CUNT. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN FORCED ASSISTANCE BY STATE OFFICIALS.
COUNTDOWN
60
59
I panic. No fucking time to waste. I jolt to the bathroom, turn on the water and wetting my ass as I look for my shaving cream and razor. I hear the timer from my kitchen. 50, 49, 48..
I lather up my ass and squat down on by the toilet. How thorough do I have to be? Fuck, fuck fuck.
40, 39, 38.. I close my eyes and try to guide the razor between my cheeks. Luckily I’m not that hairy to begin with, but I don’t want to cut myself. Wetting the razor in between shaving takes much longer than im comfortable with.
”Come on.. Come on!”
20, 19, 18..
I feel on my my hole, trying to sense stray hairs. I find some and shave it away until I can feel its smooth. I stand up by the mirror, spreading my ass wide to check. Looks smooth, looks like a real boy pussy. Im realizing I’ve never actually looked at my hole like this before.
10, 9, 8…
Fuck, I looked too long. I rip down a towel and wipe away the cream.
6, 5..
I sprint to the kitchen, almost sliding on my back into position while the counter ticks.
”Here! Here, I’m done! Check! Fuuuck!” The screen lights red.
ORDER FAILED. STATE OFFICIALS ARE NOTIFIED OF YOUR LOCATION AND ARE ON THEIR WAY TO ASSIST YOU. NEAREST UNIT: LESS THAN A MINUTE AWAY. SIT TIGHT.
THEY ARE COMING.
I stare at the screen. What the fuck just happened? Unit? As in more than one person? Less than a minute? I hear a roaring jeep in the distance when I realize I’m still in the Liferuiner pose. A car breaks and doors are being slammed outside my apartment building, and I’m only on the second floor. Shit!
I scramble to my knees, what do i even do? In my panic and confusion I bile up my clothes in my arms, thinking to run to my bedroom and get dressed when I hear hard slams on my door.
”Faghunters! Were coming in!” A man is yelling at the door, he sounds muffled.
Sit! Faghunters! ”One sec..” I try to respond when my door is already being kicked in by a large black boot.
I freeze on the floor, gripping my ball of clothing. Three tall men walk in, all dressed in Faghunter gear. The Faghunters are The States special forces used for public fag management and fag-related issues. Their gear is mostly black. Black boots, black cargo pants and a black T-shirt hugging well trained arms. All three of them are at least 6 ft. On their head they’re wearing a black cap and a mask over their mouths with a somewhat teeth looking print on them. On their chest, in big bold red letters is the word HUNTER clearly visible. They look terrifying. Im guessing the teeth are supposed to make them look like actual predators, and in this angle, they sure do. They aren’t armed with weapons, the purpose isn’t to kill anyone, only to reinforce. Instead they are armed with taser rods.
They give me one glance on the floor, then see the laptop still showing me on the screen.
”Get into Life ruiner, faggot!” One of them yells, pointing his taser rod at me.
I don’t even answer, I just do it, not daring to look away from them.
”Here” one of them says, walks over to my laptop and kicks it so that it sees me from the front. ”Look into the camera, gay boy”. I obey, staring at myself on the screen, now surrounded by large men dressed in boots. Green light still blinking. If its recording, this must be one hell of a video.
The screen flashes green.
GOOD FAGGOT. THAT CONCLUDES THIS EASY GUIDE. FEEL FREE TO USE THIS SERVICE WHENEVER YOU NEED SOME PRACTICE.
The screen goes back to the main page. I hear the rubber on the boots creak as one of the hunters walk towards me. He kicks my leg, making me spin on my back violently and places his boot on my dicklet so i stop to face him. I moan involuntarily at the cold feeling on my balls and shaft.
”Name, faggot” he commands.
”Everest! Jake Everest, Sir!” I say. He narrows his eyebrows at me.
”You’re not tagged, explain.” This guy might be what Rob meant when he said they won’t be as nice as I am. Not a smile in sight, actually not even a mouth.
”I haven’t reported yet! Im due tomorrow! Got the letter Monday, sir!” My dicklet is growing under his boot. He presses it down, squeezing my used-to-be manhood.
”An undercover faggot. So that’s why there wasn’t a fag sign over your door. You’re trespassing state owned property.”
Fuck, it hurts. He removes his boot from my crotch. A thread of precum follows his foot. The men chuckle. ”Lets see how well that training went, bitch. KNEEL!” He yells the last part at me. The terror shoots me up in an instant. I land on my knees. ”Yes, Sir!”
”Where going to have a quick interrogation” he says turning off his body cam. The other men follow suit. He opens his zipper and releases a semi erect cock. He then places his taser rod on my dicklet. ”Open up, faggot”.
That’s why he turned the body cam off, he’s about to break the law. Technically, I’m not a faggot yet, and you’re not allowed to use an unofficial faggot. He nips my nose shut, ”Now!” His word is final. I open my virgin mouth and look up at him. He shoves his entire length down my throat and holds it. I gag. If I ate breakfast I would have thrown up, instead, all that comes out is thick saliva bubbling at the edges of my mouth. ”Hold it” he orders me, I remember the fag from the tube and try to breath through my nose.
”There we go. Now, answer clearly. What are you?”
I release from the dick and is about to answer.
”COCK IN MOUTH FAGGOT!” He shoves it back in. ”What are you?”.
I try to speak with the dick in my mouth. ”A sthate ownmed maggot, thir”. The men laugh. One of them says ”Quack quack”. He’s right, I sound like a fucking duck.
The man facefucking me looks me straight in the eyes. ”No, you’re not state owned yet, pussyboy. Are you?”
”No?” I manage to get out in between my gagging sounds.
”No. You are, as of now, a silly-faggot” I hear a smirk in his voice. ”Repeat”
”Im a thilly baggot” I try to pronounce it but it just sounds sloppy. My eyes are tearing up from his tip sliding down the insides of my slimy throat. He laughs when I say this. One of the mens radios makes a noice. He speaks down into it. ”Roger that, we gotta get a move on”.
The hunter fucking my throat grabs me by the ears. ”Yeah, one sec” he tells his friend. He burrows his cock as deep as it gets, I can’t help but let out a desperate moan. He picks up the pace, forcefully entering me like a human fleshlight. Im slobbering all over my chest, my stomach. My hard dicklet being drenched in a mixture of throatslime and precum. Its too much, I stop fighting and let my body go limp.
”That’s it” he says under his breath and goes faster and harder. The sounds of my throat fill the room, the rhythm making me dizzy. I stare at my attacker. He is 100% owning me right now, everything else is unimportant. All of a sudden he grabs me under my throat with one hand, and he’s other large palm over my eyes and nose. He squeezes my face together like a cheeseburger and holds me still. He grunts violently. I feel warm ropes of cum shooting down my throat. Three, four, five powerful bursts of thick cum filling me fast. I can’t handle it, I cough and cum drizzles out of my nostrils covering his pubes. He holds me for about five seconds before releasing me. I fall back on my elbows. A complete, panting, mess. He watches me.
"You quit your job yet?"
I nod nervously.
”Get up, faggot” he zips up. ”You’re reporting early”.
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