From The Depths Of A Faggot’s Heart
I want you to watch this video of a faggot being spanked by its Master.
I think this might be the most stunning clip of a spanking I’ve ever seen, and it’s haunted me all day and into the night.
First of all, the faggot isn’t twisting, screaming, fighting back, or resisting. Instead, it’s crying. But really, the word “crying” doesn’t really capture what is happening. The faggot is weeping … the faggot is sobbing. This faggot seems to be expressing something buried deep within itself. A smothered secret, or a secret shame. Whatever it is, it’s a sadness deeply embedded in the faggot’s hart.
I think there is something all Alphas and Masters must consider about the faggots they own and use. Faggots are, for the most part, broken creatures. We carry a lot of shame from our past as well as our present. We don’t know why we crave the service and pleasure of Men the way we do, why it keeps us awake at night, why it’s ever-present in all of our waking thoughts. We don’t know why we have been consigned to a life of pain and abuse, why part of us craves that even as it damages us further.
A faggot wants love and protection just like anybody else, but often we are the discarded remnants of violence, mockery, and hate. Embracing faghood and fulfilling our purpose means embracing a long tunnel of complete darkness that ends in loneliness.
For many faggots, the video above represents the sum total of what we deserve as fallen males. A lifetime of faithfulness counted out in stinging spanks from a harsh and careless hand. Even in this moment this faggot is all alone, staring into the void, accepting its worthlessness and powerlessness. It is a hollow feeling that inflicts much more damage than a hand, paddle, or belt ever could.
We are left to absorb the pain while weeping, deep from our hearts, to nobody.
I want Alphas everywhere to reflect on this. These faithful faggots who serve you when you demand are extoling your superiority every time they do. We do it because we must. But if you looking deeply into the eyes of the faggot looking up at you, you’ll see dark shame as the backdrop for stars of awe and gratitude.
I’m not saying you need to love your faggots. Just understand that every time a faggot submits to you, there is a silent scream full of shame, desperation, and loneliness behind the lust.
