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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Patrick had now reached a point where he just didn't know what to do anymore. Just a few months ago, his life seemed perfect: he had finally landed his first full-time job as a teacher. Itwas even at a fairly prestigious school. His boyfriend Diego had just proposed to him. The future looked bright.
That was until the day he met Tucker Barnes. Tucker was a student he taught in two courses. Tucker was a typical bully. It was only a few days until Patrick witnessed multiple scenes of Tucker bullying classmates. Patrick was naive and confident enough to believe that as a teacher he could do something about it. And at first it seemed to work. However, one day Tucker began disrupting his classes, undermining his authority at every possible opportunity. It got worse and worse over the weeks and no matter what Patrick tried, nothing helped. Patrick's fiancé, Diego, didn't seem to take it seriously until the phone calls started. The two kept getting joke calls. Although the caller muffled his voice slightly, Patrick recognized it was Tucker Barnes and his buddies.
"Stop it! This will have serious consequences!” Patrick shouted angrily into the phone.
"Serious consequences! Oh fuck, your voice sounds even more faggy on the phone than it does in real life,” Tucker replied while his buddies laughed loudly in the background.
After that, Patrick burst into tears. He had often been the victim of bullying as a kid. The fact that he was being bullied again as an adult, as a teacher, got him down. He thought he had left all of this behind. When Diego found him like this he got angry:
"Darling, that's enough. We have to do something, seriously. I'm going to school first thing in the morning and I'll teach this bastard a lesson!"
"Are you crazy? You can't do that. There has to be a disciplinary solution to this. I'll talk to the principal tomorrow. He'll know what to do for sure,” Patrick said, trying to calm his fiancé down.
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The next day the said conversation took place, but it didn't go as Patrick had hoped.
"Have you any proof that Tucker is the caller, Mr. Lee?" the principal asked.
"Well I… no. But I recognized his voice!”
“Unfortunately, it is then statement against statement. I don't see that we, as a school, should be involved in your private problems."
"Private problems?"
"You know, while we live in modern times, there are still many people in this country who have...conflicted...feelings about people like you."
Patrick didn't think he heard right.
"Are you saying the calls are from some homophobic neighbors, or what?"
“Please calm down Mr. Lee. You know very well that I have never said anything against you being so open about your 'sexual preferences' here at school. But if you now project your anger and hate onto a most likely innocent student, maybe we need to reconsider your employment?”
Patrick couldn't say anything more, he was so perplexed by the homophobic speech the principal had just let out. After the conversation, he left the office with his head bowed. He wondered if this man was really that conservative or if he was just protecting Tucker because he was the star of the school basketball team. Probably both.
As he made his way through the hallways of the school building, he kept hearing a few students laugh behind his back and say the words "serious consequences" softly. This was a nightmare. But it got even worse. When Patrick got to his car in the parking lot, he was horrified to see that someone had painted the word "Faggot" across the windshield in pink paint.
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Diego almost burst with anger.
"That son of a bitch! That's enough! It's over now. I'm going to school right away! That bastard's team is playing right now, isn't it?"
"Don't go, Diego. It's no good. Besides, there are far too many people there,” Patrick pleaded.
But Diego couldn't be calmed down this time.
"Then I'll just wait until the game is over. I'll catch the right moment," said Diego, grabbed the car keys and disappeared.
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Patrick didn't hear from Diego for hours. Even after the basketball game was long over, he didn't come back. His smartphone appeared to be off. Just as he decided to go and look for him himself, he finally got a message from his fiancé. Patrick was startled. He had been sent a picture of Tucker standing in front of a mirror in the student bathroom. He had flexed his biceps and looked arrogant and triumphant as ever. A text message came shortly after:
“Nice try, Mr. Lee. I want you to take a good look. That's the muscles that broke your fag friend's nose. Maybe even more. No idea. I don't fucking care. You'll find him in the last cabin. I'm guessing he needs an ambulance because he seemed a bit unconscious. I'll see you in class tomorrow. You are such a great teacher. For real!"
Patrick couldn't think anymore. He should actually call the ambulance right now and hurry to his fiancé as quickly as possible. Instead he kept reading the message and imagining Tucker beating Diego up. And he had the hardest boner in his pants he's ever had.
THE END
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Content Warning: bullying / homophobia / verbal insults / violence
Patrick had now reached a point where he just didn't know what to do anymore. Just a few months ago, his life seemed perfect: he had finally landed his first full-time job as a teacher. Itwas even at a fairly prestigious school. His boyfriend Diego had just proposed to him. The future looked bright.
That was until the day he met Tucker Barnes. Tucker was a student he taught in two courses. Tucker was a typical bully. It was only a few days until Patrick witnessed multiple scenes of Tucker bullying classmates. Patrick was naive and confident enough to believe that as a teacher he could do something about it. And at first it seemed to work. However, one day Tucker began disrupting his classes, undermining his authority at every possible opportunity. It got worse and worse over the weeks and no matter what Patrick tried, nothing helped. Patrick's fiancé, Diego, didn't seem to take it seriously until the phone calls started. The two kept getting joke calls. Although the caller muffled his voice slightly, Patrick recognized it was Tucker Barnes and his buddies.
"Stop it! This will have serious consequences!” Patrick shouted angrily into the phone.
"Serious consequences! Oh fuck, your voice sounds even more faggy on the phone than it does in real life,” Tucker replied while his buddies laughed loudly in the background.
After that, Patrick burst into tears. He had often been the victim of bullying as a kid. The fact that he was being bullied again as an adult, as a teacher, got him down. He thought he had left all of this behind. When Diego found him like this he got angry:
"Darling, that's enough. We have to do something, seriously. I'm going to school first thing in the morning and I'll teach this bastard a lesson!"
"Are you crazy? You can't do that. There has to be a disciplinary solution to this. I'll talk to the principal tomorrow. He'll know what to do for sure,” Patrick said, trying to calm his fiancé down.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day the said conversation took place, but it didn't go as Patrick had hoped.
"Have you any proof that Tucker is the caller, Mr. Lee?" the principal asked.
"Well I… no. But I recognized his voice!”
“Unfortunately, it is then statement against statement. I don't see that we, as a school, should be involved in your private problems."
"Private problems?"
"You know, while we live in modern times, there are still many people in this country who have...conflicted...feelings about people like you."
Patrick didn't think he heard right.
"Are you saying the calls are from some homophobic neighbors, or what?"
“Please calm down Mr. Lee. You know very well that I have never said anything against you being so open about your 'sexual preferences' here at school. But if you now project your anger and hate onto a most likely innocent student, maybe we need to reconsider your employment?”
Patrick couldn't say anything more, he was so perplexed by the homophobic speech the principal had just let out. After the conversation, he left the office with his head bowed. He wondered if this man was really that conservative or if he was just protecting Tucker because he was the star of the school basketball team. Probably both.
As he made his way through the hallways of the school building, he kept hearing a few students laugh behind his back and say the words "serious consequences" softly. This was a nightmare. But it got even worse. When Patrick got to his car in the parking lot, he was horrified to see that someone had painted the word "Faggot" across the windshield in pink paint.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Diego almost burst with anger.
"That son of a bitch! That's enough! It's over now. I'm going to school right away! That bastard's team is playing right now, isn't it?"
"Don't go, Diego. It's no good. Besides, there are far too many people there,” Patrick pleaded.
But Diego couldn't be calmed down this time.
"Then I'll just wait until the game is over. I'll catch the right moment," said Diego, grabbed the car keys and disappeared.
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Patrick didn't hear from Diego for hours. Even after the basketball game was long over, he didn't come back. His smartphone appeared to be off. Just as he decided to go and look for him himself, he finally got a message from his fiancé. Patrick was startled. He had been sent a picture of Tucker standing in front of a mirror in the student bathroom. He had flexed his biceps and looked arrogant and triumphant as ever. A text message came shortly after:
“Nice try, Mr. Lee. I want you to take a good look. That's the muscles that broke your fag friend's nose. Maybe even more. No idea. I don't fucking care. You'll find him in the last cabin. I'm guessing he needs an ambulance because he seemed a bit unconscious. I'll see you in class tomorrow. You are such a great teacher. For real!"
Patrick couldn't think anymore. He should actually call the ambulance right now and hurry to his fiancé as quickly as possible. Instead he kept reading the message and imagining Tucker beating Diego up. And he had the hardest boner in his pants he's ever had.
THE END