Straight men make the rules! There's no pride in being a homo.
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I'm a 33/yo fag and believe that natural hierarchy with Straight Alpha Men on the top, is needed for a functional society.
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There are two natural sexes: male and female. Each of these two genders has its own characteristics and differences that we need to maintain order in our civilization.
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#StraightPride #Homophobia #Transphobia #Conservatism #Bullying #Patriarchy #ToxicMasculinity
These are tools for real men to show us faggots our place in the hirarchy and let as help to discover our function as worshippers of alpha men.
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Clarification:
-My stories are entirely fictional and for entertainment purposes only
-All characters in the stories I write are 18+
-I am against any form of child pornography
-I expressly ask you not to do anything that violates the laws of the country you live in and to adhere to democratic principles
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Contact me:
It doesn't matter whether you're a fellow fag or a straight man or a female; I would like to talk to you about political views or sexual fantasies! Feel free to chat with me and ask me anything you want!
Telegram: @salted_p0pc0rn
Discord: salted_popcorn
X: @fairy_some81832
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I speak English and German!
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18+ ONLY
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Heterosexuelle Männer machen die Regeln! Es liegt kein Stolz darin ein Homo zu sein.
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Ich bin eine 33-jährige Schwuchtel und glaube dass eine natürliche Rangordnung mit Hetero / Alpha Männern an der Spitze nötig ist um eine funktionale Gesellschaft zu gewährleisten.
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Es gibt zwei natürliche Geschlechter: Männlich und Weiblich. Jedes dieser beiden Geschlechter hat seine jeweiligen Eigenschaften und Unterschiede, die wir brauchen um den Fortbestand unserer Zivilisation zu gewährleisten.
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#StraightPride #Homophobie #Transphobie #Konservatismus #Mobbing #Patriarchat #ToxischeMännlichkeit
Das sind Werkzeuge echter Männer um uns Schwuchteln unseren Platz in der natürlichen Rangordnung aufzuzeigen und uns zu helfen unsere Funktion als Diener von Alpha Männern zu erkennen.
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Klarstellung:
-Alle meine Geschichten sind komplett fiktional und dienen nur Unterhaltungszwecken
-All Figuren in den Geschichten die ich schreibe sind 18+
-Ich bin gegen jede Form von Kinderpornografie
-Ich bitte euch ausdrücklich nichts zu tun was die Gesetze in dem Land in dem ihr lebt verletzt und euch zu demokratischen Prinzipien zu bekennen
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Kontaktiert mich:
Egal ob Schwuchtel, Hetero-Mann oder Frau; Ich würde gerne mit euch über politische Ansichten und / oder sexuelle Fantasien reden! Ich bin offen für Chats!
Telegram: @salted_p0pc0rn
Discord: salted_popcorn
X: @fairy_some81832
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Ich spreche Englisch und Deutsch!
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Nur für Personen ab 18+ Jahren
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Sometimes Steven wondered if getting married so early was the right decision. He often did not know how to behave as a single father. He never got on well with his son Eric. It had been easier when his wife was alive. She always had understanding and the right words for Eric. When she died two years ago, her son was completely thrown off course. The boy had always been shy and weak. Always had trouble integrating. Very different from Steven when he was his age. Steven had always been very popular. He was a valued player on the school's football team and had a carefree youth. That's why it's so difficult for him to understand his son's problems. And since his mother was gone, these problems got worse than ever. Eric was always bullied and didn't have friends anymore. Steven knew that, and was frustrated when he told Eric he just had to stand his ground and fight back. Whenever Steven tried to make it clear to his son that he shouldn't be a coward, he started crying and disappeared into his room. More and more often Steven found himself wishing his son were a different person. Especially when he met his buddies to watch football and they proudly talked about their sons. They bragged about their athletic achievements or what good-looking girlfriends they brought with them. Sometimes his buddies' sons came to watch football too. And whenever the others asked Steven why he wouldn't even bring Eric with him, he had to come up with excuses. Eric had no interest in football or any other sport. He sat in his room most of the time drawing these obscure anime characters. There didn't seem to be anything in common between father and son.
One day it happened again and one of Steven's buddies brought up the subject:
"Hey Steve, how about your boy? Does he have a girlfriend now? If he comes after you, he must have several. Back then you was such a casanova, right Steve?” Carl laughed and drank his beer.
"Eric and a girlfriend? Ha, like he's ever interested in touching a tit.” joked Kyle, Carl's son. But when he saw his father's angry face, he fell silent.
"What are you saying, boy? How are you talking about Steven's son?” Carl scolded him.
"It's okay Carl" Steven said. As embarrassing as he was about the situation, he wanted to know what a guy like Kyle thought of Eric.
"You're at the same school as him, aren't you? So what did you just mean by that?” Steven asked.
"Well then..."
Kyle hesitated.
"It's alright boy, you can tell me." Steven said.
"You know, Mr. Tanner, how should I put it… your son Eric is… well, a fairy. The whole school knows that.”
"Are you saying Steve's son is a fag?" asked one of Steven's buddies.
"Hey man! Watch what you say.” Carl stepped in.
The shame flowed through Steven's whole body. He could hardly stand the looks of his friends. Pity was the last thing he wanted now.
"It's okay boys. Kyle was just telling the truth.” Steven said.
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After he had drunk his beer with a long gulp, he said goodbye to his friends and went home. In his mind he went through it all again. It just made sense. Basically, Steven had known it for a long time, he had just suppressed the thought. But did it really have to be? Did his son of all people have to be… one of those? When Steven got home he wanted to be sure. So he went to Eric's room and knocked.
"Eric, are you there?"
"Yeah dad. Come in."
As always at this time, Eric was sitting at his desk and was drawing. He was visibly surprised that Steven tried to talk to him. They had hardly spoken to each other in the last year. Steven sat on the edge of Eric's bed and asked him to sit next to him. Eric did and asked:
"What's up dad? Is everything ok?"
Steven took a deep breath.
"Eric, is it true that you're...gay?"
Steven could see in his son's eyes that he had hit the right spot. But Eric lowered his head and stuttered:
"Who... who... says something like that dad?"
“Kyle, Carl's son told me today. Be honest and look at me!”
Steven suddenly got a little angry that Eric couldn't even have a proper man-to-man conversation.
"Eric, is that true?" Steven finally wanted to know.
Eric nodded.
"It's true dad."
Eric's eyes were already wet with tears as he looked at Steven.
Steven was again wracked with a sense of shame and disappointment. So it really was true.
"Do you... do you still love me Dad?" Eric asked suddenly.
Steven wasn't prepared for this. He knew his job was to answer the question in the affirmative. But he just couldn't do it. Instead he just said:
"I am going to sleep now. Had a long day.”
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That was one of the worst nights Steven ever had. In the four weeks that followed, his mood hardly improved. At least his buddies haven't mentioned Eric at all since that day, which must be fine with Steven, so at least when he was with his buddies for a few hours he could forget about the fact that his son was a fag.
One morning Steven got a call from Eric's school. The teacher who was on the phone obviously had a hard time finding the right words. She finally told him that a video had spotted on the internet of Eric being bullied and physically attacked by 3 boys. The faces of the perpetrators cannot be seen in the video, but the school wants to do everything possible to locate the four perpetrators (3 people plus the person who filmed the scene).
"Shall we report the video to the police?" asked the teacher.
"No, that's not necessary. I will do that myself. Please send me a link to this video.” Steven replied.
"Are you absolutely sure, Mr. Tanner?"
"Yes I am. I'll take care of it. Thank you for calling."
Shortly thereafter, Steven received an email from the school with a link to the mentioned video. In fact, he didn't even want to watch it. But his curiosity was too great. In the video, the boys forced Eric to lick her shoes, called him a perverted fag, and punched and kicked him. In the end, one of the guys even pulled his pants down and peed on Eric to everyone's laughter. Steven didn't know why but he had to start the 6 minute video over and over again. He just couldn't believe that this apology from a boy was his own son. He was now reminiscing about his own high school days. Back then, he and his friends had regularly poked fun at a few fags too. It brought back memories of a one special classmate he once caught observing him and other members of the football team in the locker room. They gave the peeper a good lesson back then. Steven didn't remember the fag's name, but he could picture them holding him and pulling his pants down. With loud protests, they pushed a broomstick up his ass. He had been so amused by the desperation on the fag's face at the time. Oh what a great time the high school was, thought Steven. Suddenly he realized he was about to jerk off.
"Fuck what are you doing Steven? Jerk off while there's a video of your son being abused." he said to himself.
Nevertheless, he watched the video one last time carefully. The teacher was right. You couldn't see the faces of the boys, but you could hear their voices. And he realized that one of them was undoubtedly Kyle, son of his pal Carl. Steven knew he had to do something. Even if he didn't know what.
Two days went by and Steven had decided that the best thing to do was talk to Kyle directly. One afternoon, while Eric was still in tutoring, he invited Kyle over. He had to persuade him a bit, but finally he agreed. When he arrived, Steven got them beers and snacks and sat with him in the kitchen.
"So what's the deal Mr. Tanner?" Kyle wanted to know.
"Oh, I just wanted to have a man talk with you," Steven said.
First they chatted about a few trivial things like Steven's last boxing match or the current football season. After they got a little drunk, he broke off the conversation and showed Kyle his cell phone, where the video of him was playing.
"That's you, isn't it?"
"Mr. Tanner...I don't know what to say."
Steven saw that Kyle was uncomfortable and didn't know how to deal with it here. Then he gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and sighs.
"It's okay pal. Boys are boys. To tell you the truth, back then I liked showing certain people who is the boss.”
Kyle was visibly relieved now.
"Are you serious, Mr. Tanner?"
"Yeah, I mean, they're just screaming for our attention. Besides, I'm Steve, not Mr. Tanner."
Steven opened them another beer and the two talked about the guys they had bullied.
"When they look at you with that pathetic look in their eyes..." laughed Kyle.
"Oh boy, you're so right. They are so disgusting and make a complete fool of themselves.” Steven added.
"Steve the best thing is when they realize they're being filmed I tell ya. These videos are just awesome.”
"Videos? You mean you've done more than just one… also with Eric in it?” Steven now wanted to know.
"Yeah sure... the school only knows about one of them but there's a lot more." Kyle replied.
Steven got Kyle to show him other videos. Together they laughed at Kyle's victims. After watching another video with Eric in it, Kyle put down the phone and said:
"You know Steve, I just don't get it. I mean, how could a cool guy like you be the father of a... loser fag like Eric? That's not fair."
Steve was almost touched by Kyle's words.
"You know Kyle," Steve said, putting his hand on Kyle's shoulder, "I wish you were my son and not Eric."
"Dad what's going on here?"
Steve and Kyle turned their heads towards the door. Eric was standing in the kitchen doorway, white as a sheet. Steve didn't know how long he'd been standing there, but at this point he didn't care either.
"I've got a man talk here with good Kyle. Of course someone like you doesn't understand that. What, don't you want to go to your room and do your fag stuff?” Steve said sardonically.
Without another word, Eric went to his room. To Kyle's laughter.
"Fuck, he's so pathetic..." Kyle said.
"Dad what's going on here?" Steve imitated the boy. "Damn, just hearing his faggy voice makes me feel so bad."
"He's probably crying his eyes out now." Kyle said.
"Yes, he always does that. I should give him a real reason to cry.” Steve said.
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Just then, he had an idea. He asked Kyle to call his friends over here. When Steve explained why, he was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually he was enthusiastic about the idea. About 40 minutes later, Kyle's three friends who had made the videos with him were here. After a beer and a nice conversation, they too were hooked on Steven's idea.
Moments later, Kyle knocked on Eric's door. He didn't answer so he just walked in followed by the 3 other guys. Eric, who was huddled on the floor, looked up and started. While the 4 guys stand around him and start kicking him.
"Stop it! DAD? DAD where are you?!” Eric whimpered.
"I'm here." Steve said leaning against the door frame.
Eric was stunned. It was like all his hope was gone. And now he let everything be done with him almost without will. While Steve sat down in the desk chair, he filmed with his cell phone how the 4 bullies forced Eric to suck their toes. Meanwhile they kept spitting in his face. Steve encouraged the boys to become more and more brutal. After a while, one of the boys brought a wooden broom into the room, as previously agreed with Steve. While being dragged onto the bed and held there by 3 boys, Kyle grabbed the broom and pulled down Eric's pants. To everyone's surprise and amusement, Eric's small dick was hard and a thread of precum hung from it. The room was filled with laughter.
"DUDE! Take a look at this! The fag likes it!” one of the boys yelled.
Eric shook his head. When he realized what they were planning to do with him, he began to protest again.
"NO PLEASE NOT!" he pleaded. "PLEASE DAD PLEASE HELP ME!"
But Steven watched without a word as Kyle penetrated Eric with the broomstick.
"Admit you like it, fagot!" Kyle ordered.
At first Eric refused, but after a few punches and more verbal humiliation and the fact that his own father filmed the whole scene without doing anything, he was like broken.
"Go ahead and say it to the camera! Say you're a fag who likes to get fucked" laughed Kyle.
"Yeah, I like that." Eric said through tears. "I want to get fucked!"
Shortly after he said those words and Kyle broomstick-fucked him hard a few more times, the boy spilled his cum under himself. Steven couldn't believe it.
"Here you take the phone," he said to Kyle, who continued to film.
Steven went to the bed and stood next to Eric.
"You're so pathetic, you know that? I'm really ashamed of you."
Then undid his pants. Took out his cock and peed all over him.
"You want to know if I love you? How could I love someone like you. Here you can see what I think of fags."
Shortly thereafter, Steve and the boys disappeared from the room. Eric lay there, soaked in piss and still with the broomstick up his ass. He hated himself. He was ashamed with every fiber of his being that he couldn't be a normal son for his father.
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The trouble with having a fag son
Sometimes Steven wondered if getting married so early was the right decision. He often did not know how to behave as a single father. He never got on well with his son Eric. It had been easier when his wife was alive. She always had understanding and the right words for Eric. When she died two years ago, her son was completely thrown off course. The boy had always been shy and weak. Always had trouble integrating. Very different from Steven when he was his age. Steven had always been very popular. He was a valued player on the school's football team and had a carefree youth. That's why it's so difficult for him to understand his son's problems. And since his mother was gone, these problems got worse than ever. Eric was always bullied and didn't have friends anymore. Steven knew that, and was frustrated when he told Eric he just had to stand his ground and fight back. Whenever Steven tried to make it clear to his son that he shouldn't be a coward, he started crying and disappeared into his room. More and more often Steven found himself wishing his son were a different person. Especially when he met his buddies to watch football and they proudly talked about their sons. They bragged about their athletic achievements or what good-looking girlfriends they brought with them. Sometimes his buddies' sons came to watch football too. And whenever the others asked Steven why he wouldn't even bring Eric with him, he had to come up with excuses. Eric had no interest in football or any other sport. He sat in his room most of the time drawing these obscure anime characters. There didn't seem to be anything in common between father and son.
One day it happened again and one of Steven's buddies brought up the subject:
"Hey Steve, how about your boy? Does he have a girlfriend now? If he comes after you, he must have several. Back then you was such a casanova, right Steve?” Carl laughed and drank his beer.
"Eric and a girlfriend? Ha, like he's ever interested in touching a tit.” joked Kyle, Carl's son. But when he saw his father's angry face, he fell silent.
"What are you saying, boy? How are you talking about Steven's son?” Carl scolded him.
"It's okay Carl" Steven said. As embarrassing as he was about the situation, he wanted to know what a guy like Kyle thought of Eric.
"You're at the same school as him, aren't you? So what did you just mean by that?” Steven asked.
"Well then..."
Kyle hesitated.
"It's alright boy, you can tell me." Steven said.
"You know, Mr. Tanner, how should I put it… your son Eric is… well, a fairy. The whole school knows that.”
"Are you saying Steve's son is a fag?" asked one of Steven's buddies.
"Hey man! Watch what you say.” Carl stepped in.
The shame flowed through Steven's whole body. He could hardly stand the looks of his friends. Pity was the last thing he wanted now.
"It's okay boys. Kyle was just telling the truth.” Steven said.
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After he had drunk his beer with a long gulp, he said goodbye to his friends and went home. In his mind he went through it all again. It just made sense. Basically, Steven had known it for a long time, he had just suppressed the thought. But did it really have to be? Did his son of all people have to be… one of those? When Steven got home he wanted to be sure. So he went to Eric's room and knocked.
"Eric, are you there?"
"Yeah dad. Come in."
As always at this time, Eric was sitting at his desk and was drawing. He was visibly surprised that Steven tried to talk to him. They had hardly spoken to each other in the last year. Steven sat on the edge of Eric's bed and asked him to sit next to him. Eric did and asked:
"What's up dad? Is everything ok?"
Steven took a deep breath.
"Eric, is it true that you're...gay?"
Steven could see in his son's eyes that he had hit the right spot. But Eric lowered his head and stuttered:
"Who... who... says something like that dad?"
“Kyle, Carl's son told me today. Be honest and look at me!”
Steven suddenly got a little angry that Eric couldn't even have a proper man-to-man conversation.
"Eric, is that true?" Steven finally wanted to know.
Eric nodded.
"It's true dad."
Eric's eyes were already wet with tears as he looked at Steven.
Steven was again wracked with a sense of shame and disappointment. So it really was true.
"Do you... do you still love me Dad?" Eric asked suddenly.
Steven wasn't prepared for this. He knew his job was to answer the question in the affirmative. But he just couldn't do it. Instead he just said:
"I am going to sleep now. Had a long day.”
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That was one of the worst nights Steven ever had. In the four weeks that followed, his mood hardly improved. At least his buddies haven't mentioned Eric at all since that day, which must be fine with Steven, so at least when he was with his buddies for a few hours he could forget about the fact that his son was a fag.
One morning Steven got a call from Eric's school. The teacher who was on the phone obviously had a hard time finding the right words. She finally told him that a video had spotted on the internet of Eric being bullied and physically attacked by 3 boys. The faces of the perpetrators cannot be seen in the video, but the school wants to do everything possible to locate the four perpetrators (3 people plus the person who filmed the scene).
"Shall we report the video to the police?" asked the teacher.
"No, that's not necessary. I will do that myself. Please send me a link to this video.” Steven replied.
"Are you absolutely sure, Mr. Tanner?"
"Yes I am. I'll take care of it. Thank you for calling."
Shortly thereafter, Steven received an email from the school with a link to the mentioned video. In fact, he didn't even want to watch it. But his curiosity was too great. In the video, the boys forced Eric to lick her shoes, called him a perverted fag, and punched and kicked him. In the end, one of the guys even pulled his pants down and peed on Eric to everyone's laughter. Steven didn't know why but he had to start the 6 minute video over and over again. He just couldn't believe that this apology from a boy was his own son. He was now reminiscing about his own high school days. Back then, he and his friends had regularly poked fun at a few fags too. It brought back memories of a one special classmate he once caught observing him and other members of the football team in the locker room. They gave the peeper a good lesson back then. Steven didn't remember the fag's name, but he could picture them holding him and pulling his pants down. With loud protests, they pushed a broomstick up his ass. He had been so amused by the desperation on the fag's face at the time. Oh what a great time the high school was, thought Steven. Suddenly he realized he was about to jerk off.
"Fuck what are you doing Steven? Jerk off while there's a video of your son being abused." he said to himself.
Nevertheless, he watched the video one last time carefully. The teacher was right. You couldn't see the faces of the boys, but you could hear their voices. And he realized that one of them was undoubtedly Kyle, son of his pal Carl. Steven knew he had to do something. Even if he didn't know what.
Two days went by and Steven had decided that the best thing to do was talk to Kyle directly. One afternoon, while Eric was still in tutoring, he invited Kyle over. He had to persuade him a bit, but finally he agreed. When he arrived, Steven got them beers and snacks and sat with him in the kitchen.
"So what's the deal Mr. Tanner?" Kyle wanted to know.
"Oh, I just wanted to have a man talk with you," Steven said.
First they chatted about a few trivial things like Steven's last boxing match or the current football season. After they got a little drunk, he broke off the conversation and showed Kyle his cell phone, where the video of him was playing.
"That's you, isn't it?"
"Mr. Tanner...I don't know what to say."
Steven saw that Kyle was uncomfortable and didn't know how to deal with it here. Then he gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and sighs.
"It's okay pal. Boys are boys. To tell you the truth, back then I liked showing certain people who is the boss.”
Kyle was visibly relieved now.
"Are you serious, Mr. Tanner?"
"Yeah, I mean, they're just screaming for our attention. Besides, I'm Steve, not Mr. Tanner."
Steven opened them another beer and the two talked about the guys they had bullied.
"When they look at you with that pathetic look in their eyes..." laughed Kyle.
"Oh boy, you're so right. They are so disgusting and make a complete fool of themselves.” Steven added.
"Steve the best thing is when they realize they're being filmed I tell ya. These videos are just awesome.”
"Videos? You mean you've done more than just one… also with Eric in it?” Steven now wanted to know.
"Yeah sure... the school only knows about one of them but there's a lot more." Kyle replied.
Steven got Kyle to show him other videos. Together they laughed at Kyle's victims. After watching another video with Eric in it, Kyle put down the phone and said:
"You know Steve, I just don't get it. I mean, how could a cool guy like you be the father of a... loser fag like Eric? That's not fair."
Steve was almost touched by Kyle's words.
"You know Kyle," Steve said, putting his hand on Kyle's shoulder, "I wish you were my son and not Eric."
"Dad what's going on here?"
Steve and Kyle turned their heads towards the door. Eric was standing in the kitchen doorway, white as a sheet. Steve didn't know how long he'd been standing there, but at this point he didn't care either.
"I've got a man talk here with good Kyle. Of course someone like you doesn't understand that. What, don't you want to go to your room and do your fag stuff?” Steve said sardonically.
Without another word, Eric went to his room. To Kyle's laughter.
"Fuck, he's so pathetic..." Kyle said.
"Dad what's going on here?" Steve imitated the boy. "Damn, just hearing his faggy voice makes me feel so bad."
"He's probably crying his eyes out now." Kyle said.
"Yes, he always does that. I should give him a real reason to cry.” Steve said.
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Just then, he had an idea. He asked Kyle to call his friends over here. When Steve explained why, he was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually he was enthusiastic about the idea. About 40 minutes later, Kyle's three friends who had made the videos with him were here. After a beer and a nice conversation, they too were hooked on Steven's idea.
Moments later, Kyle knocked on Eric's door. He didn't answer so he just walked in followed by the 3 other guys. Eric, who was huddled on the floor, looked up and started. While the 4 guys stand around him and start kicking him.
"Stop it! DAD? DAD where are you?!” Eric whimpered.
"I'm here." Steve said leaning against the door frame.
Eric was stunned. It was like all his hope was gone. And now he let everything be done with him almost without will. While Steve sat down in the desk chair, he filmed with his cell phone how the 4 bullies forced Eric to suck their toes. Meanwhile they kept spitting in his face. Steve encouraged the boys to become more and more brutal. After a while, one of the boys brought a wooden broom into the room, as previously agreed with Steve. While being dragged onto the bed and held there by 3 boys, Kyle grabbed the broom and pulled down Eric's pants. To everyone's surprise and amusement, Eric's small dick was hard and a thread of precum hung from it. The room was filled with laughter.
"DUDE! Take a look at this! The fag likes it!” one of the boys yelled.
Eric shook his head. When he realized what they were planning to do with him, he began to protest again.
"NO PLEASE NOT!" he pleaded. "PLEASE DAD PLEASE HELP ME!"
But Steven watched without a word as Kyle penetrated Eric with the broomstick.
"Admit you like it, fagot!" Kyle ordered.
At first Eric refused, but after a few punches and more verbal humiliation and the fact that his own father filmed the whole scene without doing anything, he was like broken.
"Go ahead and say it to the camera! Say you're a fag who likes to get fucked" laughed Kyle.
"Yeah, I like that." Eric said through tears. "I want to get fucked!"
Shortly after he said those words and Kyle broomstick-fucked him hard a few more times, the boy spilled his cum under himself. Steven couldn't believe it.
"Here you take the phone," he said to Kyle, who continued to film.
Steven went to the bed and stood next to Eric.
"You're so pathetic, you know that? I'm really ashamed of you."
Then undid his pants. Took out his cock and peed all over him.
"You want to know if I love you? How could I love someone like you. Here you can see what I think of fags."
Shortly thereafter, Steve and the boys disappeared from the room. Eric lay there, soaked in piss and still with the broomstick up his ass. He hated himself. He was ashamed with every fiber of his being that he couldn't be a normal son for his father.