Showing a fag its purpose
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
Ever since high school, I have been fascinated by the power i have over fags. I didn’t seek this out, but once I recognized that I had this effect on fags, I have to admit that I get fucking hard dominating fags.
This is especially so when I come across a guy who has not yet realized what he is, and who I have to bring into the realization of what he is and what his purpose in life is.
They are so innocent. They delude themselves into thinking that they are just like real men. But i can spot a fag a mile away – the longing glances at my crotch, the hungry look in his eyes, the nervousness when I approach, or even look in his direction.
I remember once in high school, this student teacher, Mr. Huff, was taking over our English class. He was still finishing college, getting his Education degree. He was teaching the class about King Lear but his eyes were on me all of the time. After about a week, I encountered Mr. Huff in the cafeteria one day. He was sort of standing along the wall, monitoring (I guess it’s called). But his eyes were riveted on me. I finished my lunch and left my tray of dirty dishes on the table – an absolute no-no, we were supposed to bring our trays to the conveyer belt that led to the dishwashers. As I approached the door, Mr. Huff approached me, but before he could say anything, I said, “Take care of my dirty dishes. But before you do that, finish what I left on my plate.” He looked at me, and said nothing but went over to the table where I had been sitting, sat down, and picked up the fork I had been using and ate the rest of the food I had left on my plate. I stood watching from the edge of the room and just about creamed my jeans.
