Surprise! Here's another Valentine's Day story I did not plan to do but suddenly found myself writing! Enjoy the bonus! (Warning: Very dark! Lots of homophobia and fagbashing)
Matt was sad that his husband David would not be with him this Valentine's Day. David would be on a work trip that he couldn't get out of. As he left, David told Matt he wouldn't need to worry about being alone on Valentine's Day. Matt smiled, knowing what he meant. Occasionally the couple would hire an escort, either together or separately. They weren't in a totally open relationship but they would make exceptions, especially when David would go on trips. Neither wanted to spend the night in an empty bed so they'd either hit up Grindr or hire and escort for special occasions, like Valentine's Day.
"I wanted it to be a surprise, I booked you a room downtown," he said. "And I already ordered you an escort. Don't worry, you can trust me, I know exactly your type." Matt was flattered. He did trust that David knew his type. Matt was the bottom of the relationship and David the top. Their antics in the bedroom can border on dom/sub stuff but it wasn't a regular thing. Matt did usually like a dominant escort though and David knew that. So Matt was excited to see the hunk David had picked out for him. "Of course, I've also ordered my own so as not to be alone tonight," David said smiling. "Of course," Matt said also smiling leaning in for a kiss. They kissed for a couple minutes, David eventually breaking it. "Ok, I need to go. I know you're going to have fun tonight." They said their "I love yous" and then David left.
Matt was waiting in the hotel room that David got him. It was nice. He was a little nervous. Getting with an escort always gave him some nerves but he had no idea what to expect. When he finally heard the knock on the door he was giddy with excitement. He didn't even peak through the keyhole, he wanted to open the door for the reveal.
When he did open the door, he gasped. Holy shit. In front of him was a true muscle stud. He must be a body builder! He was definitely the biggest guy he'd ever been with. Damn, David really outdid himself. David knew his type even better than himself. At first glance the guy seemed too young for Matt but... fuck. He was already so turned on.
"Hello, I'm your escort," he said. He had a thick German accent. He flexed one of. his massive biceps for effect Matt was in love. It was only then that he noticed that the man had some roses in his hand and a card. He gave them to Matt and Matt accepted them smiling. "Am I what you were hoping for?" he asked. "Yeah... you're incredible," said Matt. "That's what they usually say," said the man smiling. Matt was thrilled.
Matt let the escort in and took a deep breath. Wow, David did good. As the man got settled - he had also brought in a suitcase for his overnight stay, Matt placed the roses out on the table and then looked at the card. It said "For Matt" in a pink envelope with a heart around it. Your husband really wanted you to read that letter. Take your time, we've got all night. Matt just smiled at the hulking mass in the corner of his room. The last thing he wanted to do was read a letter. He wanted to jump into the arms of that man, but I guess if he insisted.
He opened the note and took it out. Wow, it was a long letter. He was expecting a silly little love note. He took out the note and started reading. He noticed that in the corner, his musclebound escort was flexing his muscles. He looked up for a second to admire the sights before diving into the letter.
"Dear Matt,
I hope you've had a wonderful Valentine's Day so far. I want you to know how much I love you. I hope you enjoy the roses. And I really hope you enjoy that big hunk of man I got you!" Matt was very appreciative indeed as he heard the man grunt in the corner from some seriously hard flexing. Fuck, he had to get through this letter.
"And I also want you to know that I got you a very special surprise this Valentine's Day. You see the escort I got you is not any ordinary escort. I had to track him down online on the dark web. He's what you call a fagbasher."
Matt's heart sank when he read that line. He had reread it again to make sure he understood. A... fagbasher? Just as he read that line a second time and really made sure it said what he thought it said, he looked up from the letter briefly. What he was met with was the most impressive double bicep pose he had ever seen in real life.
Matt swallowed hard looking at those big guns. "Keep reading," said the man, snapping Matt out of it, causing him to jump with his voice. His hands, shaking now, grasped the letter and kept reading.
"Yes, honey, I ordered a fagbasher to your room. You must be asking yourself why your loving husband would do that to you. And I do love you. That's why I did it. See, you didn't realize this but a couple of weeks ago you left a tab open with some porn that was very shocking to me. It was some stuff I have never seen. Things I had never even imagined."
"Oh god," thought Matt.
"Yes, honey, I saw the kind of porn you jack off to. Mean, straight, homophobic men who want nothing more to use, humiliate, and beat the fuck out of the fags in their lives. That was very surprising to me, baby. You've never really let on that you have this fantasy. I mean sure, you like me to dom you in the bedroom a bit, but some light slapping occasionally is the most we ever do."
Matt heard a grunt from the... fagbasher... in the room with him. He looked up to see him rolling up his sleeves, his arms absolutely pumped with veins popping. Matt looked at the muscles with fear and also fascination. He really was incredible. But now, completely terrifying.
The man flexed his beautiful, dangerous muscles, admiring himself and then looked straight at Matt like he was his next meal. And he knew he was. He realized that the fagbasher was preparing himself... for him. Oh fuck. "P-please, we don't..." Matt squeaked out. "Keep reading faggot," he said. Oh god. But he obeyed.
"I decided to secretly track your internet history. I looked at everything you looked at. Big muscular men flexing. Huge dick guys dominating twinks. And lots of BDSMLR. I had never heard of that site before but it was obviously your favorite. You spent hours looking at it. You frequently visited a blog called 'bullyme92'. Now that stuff is fucked up. Fathers dominating their fag sons, high school bullies fagbashing fags in their school, and even older brothers punishing their younger gay brothers. I couldn't believe it. But I started to understand it a bit more. Not that I share these sexual fantasies, but I understood yours. It made me closer to you. I finally felt like I totally understood every part of you. There was nothing that was secret anymore. And I saw you talking to other 'fags' on the site as well, discussing your fetishes and fantasies. I no longer wanted to shame you for these 'sick' ideas. I wanted to explore this with you, but I didn't know how, exactly."
This was almost sweet if there wasn't a terrifying man there waiting to tear him apart. One more look.
Yep, still flexing, still huge, still terrifying, still the man of Matt's dreams.
"So I started looking online. I started looking for ways for you to get off by this. Fagbashers in other words. What I found online were guys going by 'cashmaster'. Sure, they would humiliate you. Maybe even some would beat you up. But I needed a real homophobe. I needed someone I could try to really give you exactly what you so crave. And that's when I found this man. If you look hard enough in the deepest corners of the internet you can find men who charge good money to truly fagbash. I don't know his name, and you will not find it out either. He just goes by Basher. And he is a 100% genuine fagbasher. I saw the reviews, I saw the videos on that site. A 5 star fagbasher. Some of the best money can buy. And trust me, this was very expensive. I bought the whole package, all of his services."
Oh my god. Holy fuck. What were all of his services?
"We talked specifics. I shared with him a number of your chats. A bunch of your favorite stories including those from bullyme92. This will be a curated beat down, especially for you. This will be a long night for you. I bought every option I could and talked to Basher about it for a while. Lucky for you, you will have a long time to worship Basher. And he does love to be worshipped by fags - as long as he can bash them afterwards. You'll get explore every part of his body with your hands and mouth. Doesn't that sound good? Now, when the real business begins, I don't want to spoil too much but you'll go through all kinds of scenarios that you dream about. He's got a lot of costumes and props for you to help out. Of course at some point, you'll be finding it hard to even stand up, but Basher assures me he will get you through all the storylines we discussed. Additionally, I went with the special 'no mercy' and 'no safe word' package. I got into your mindset and I know that's what you would have chose if you were fantasizing about it. So, to be clear, Basher has been paid to fagbash you no matter what. There is no getting out of this." (Matt almost fainted reading this) "But hey - at some point, you'll also be getting fucked by his big 8" cock. You'll get to taste it to! As well as his piss and cum! Lucky you!"
"You might be thinking this is cruel but I did this because I love you. This is what you want. Remember that. According to your chats, you've wanted this all your life. And is this not exactly the kind of guy you'd want to do it to you? Didn't I find your exact type?"
It was hard to admit but David was right. This guy was everything that Matt imagined when read and fantasized about his sick fantasies. But it was one thing to think about them and another to be staring at the big bully across the room ready to destroy the small fag sitting there shaking.
"While you are having your ass beat by the homophobe of your dreams, I'll be having some pretty vanilla sex with some twink I'm going to order. As you know, I'll be returning to town in a few days after my trip but you'll be in good hands. It's part of the whole experience. You will end up in the hospital from the beating Basher gives you. It will be a multi-hour bashing and torture session for you. And then he will shove your tiny, broken fag body into that big suitcase he brought with him and wheel you out the doors of the hotel. He'll load your beaten body into the trunk of his car. Then he'll drive you to the hospital and dump you there for the staff to find."
"The fun doesn't stop there though! While you're resting up at the hospital, you'll have a visitor - Basher! Isn't that part or your fantasy? That your fagbasher comes back to the hospital to visit you and punches you in the stomach as you lay in your hospital bed? He goes into the bathroom, pisses in a cups, and pours it down your throat as you lay there in pain. And then he grabs you by the throat and tells you that he can't wait to do it all over again. Well you get to live that now! And don't worry about work! I called your boss and told him that you and I were going on a secret vacation for the whole week. He was told not to tell you! So no one will be expecting you. I already photoshopped the pictures. It should be enough time for you to mostly recover."
"Now this has gone on too long, it's time to get started. I want you to crawl over to that muscle god and kneel at his feet. And then I want you to do thing you've always fantasized about. Treat him as your god. Look up at him and apologize for being a faggot and beg for mercy. I know you've always wanted to do that at the feet of a superior man. Now is your chance. I think you know what the answer is but beg for mercy at the feet of your fagbasher.
I really do love you baby. I think you'll come to find this is the best gift that you would have never asked for. I know what you want and it's this. So just take it. I will see you in a few days.
Love,
David"
Matt just stared at the letter for a second. He hung his head for a moment and then sighed. And then he did it. He got on all 4's. And he crawled to the feet of the man standing across the room. The scary man who only wanted to hurt him. He approached his feet, feeling tiny and pathetic. He reached the feet of the fagbasher and looked up. Holy shit.
He looked so incredible and intimidating.
"Finally finished, huh," asked Basher. "Y-yes, I did," said Matt awkwardly, feeling like a child at his feet. "Yes, what?" asked Basher. "Yes... sir," said Matt. "Better. Now, you know what to do," said Basher. "P-please, don't do this. This is was a fantasy. I don't want to get hurt. Please!"
"Come on faggot, beg properly or we start the bashing early," he said in his thick German accent. Oh god. Ok, he accepted it. He was getting bashed. "Please, sir," Matt started, imitating all his fantasies. "Please... I'm sorry for being a faggot. I'm a dirty... pathetic, disgusting faggot," pleaded Matt. "Please, have mercy on this faggot." He was sounding convincing because he was genuinely pleading.
"That's better fag," he said. And he flex his big arm. "Now... what makes me your god?" he asked. "Because you look like that?" Matt said, his mouth agape staring at the size of that peak. "Yes, that's right, partially, what else? What makes me superior to you?" he asked. "Um.. you're straight?" replied Matt, shaking. "Yes! That's right. What else?" "Um.. you're homophobic?" replied Matt. "Yes! Good fag, you get it. And I know you get it, I've read your chats, I've seen what you look like online. You're one of the fags that really gets it. Homophobia is right. And you get that. That's why I'm so surprised how resistance to this fagbashing you are. But I'm going to make you a promise. By the end of the next hour you will be genuinely begging me to bash you. And it will make me so happy when you do. And then I will, brutally. You will feel more pain than most people feel in their entire lives. All from me."
Matt was practically crying at this point. "Aw, don't cry. Actually, I do like it when you fags cry. Makes my muscles very happy. BUT, here why don't we start off with some muscle worship. I think that will really get you in the mood. Huh? Here, let me start."
"Fuck I taste good," said Basher. "Here, now you try. Lick my saliva off these big, hard homophobic muscles that are going to beat you into a pulp, faggot. Just a get a lick and it'll make it all better."
Despite himself, Matt found himself leaning in to taste that big, brutal muscle. He licked the beak of that bicep, tasting the sweat, skin, and saliva of his superior bully. "I always workout before a session so I'm nice and sweaty. I know what that does to fags like you. Not only are these babies pumped but I'm all sweaty for you." He was right, he could taste the salty sweatiness. And the muscles speak for themselves. "Oh my god.." moaned Matt as he felt a vein under his tongue. "Now, you're seeing how pathetic you are fag."
And the worship continued for a long time. Matt touched every single part of the hunk's body with his tongue. He spent a long time at his feet, sniffing his sock and worshipping every part of them. Basher took a lot of pleasure jamming his foot into his mouth and making Matt say "I don't deserve any rights."
He worked his way up the incredible specimen, worshipping his calves and incredible legs.
He even got to clean out the straight stud's massive ass.
And of course, he got a fag rush on the stud's sweaty pits. At one point, Basher opened his suitcase and pulled out a collar that said 'FAG' on the front of it and put it around the Matt's neck. While the suitcase was open, Matt got a quick look inside to see a number of costumes, whips, dildos, boxing gloves, all kinds of tools of the trade. Matt felt a dark tickle in his brain.
At It didn't take much for Matt to crumble. It was just like he was at his computer jerking off to these studs wishing they would teach him a lesson for being a faggot. But he had a stud right here and he was more than willing. And Matt deserved to be bashed. Because he was a filthy faggot. And Basher was a superior straight man.
So that's how Matt found himself, genuinely groveling at Basher's feet begging for a bashing, meaning it 100%. He was pathetic, and Basher was beyond ready to give him what he needs. Basher brought his head up by a fist in his hair and then presented Matt with another dream scenario for him. "Tell you what, faggot. Why don't you beg these big fag bashing muscles to give you the beat down you deserve."
Matt was so anxious to do it. He had always dreamed of this. Basher flexed his big, mean muscle right up in front of Matt's face and Matt made a pathetic display, begging his bully's muscles to hurt him.
"Please, big homophobic muscle, please bash me for being a faggot." Matt moaned as he watched the bicep flare up even more, and look angrier. He would have felt ridiculous talking to someone's arm in any other context but this. "Please, please bash me harder than any fag you ever have before."
"Oh fuck yes," said Basher, feeling the power course through him. "That's a promise faggot. Ok, now we gotta get started can't contain myself. I'm giving you the choice faggot. How do you want to get bashed first? What's the one scenario you've always wanted to do?"
Matt only thought for a couple of seconds and then felt embarrassed but wasn't sure why. He had read everything he'd said online, all the stories he read. So he just said it. "Can you be my older brother and I come out to as a fag and you bash me?" asked Matt, pathetically. "Fuck yes, I can. Fuck I love that one. Ok, I figure I'm going to dress up in the football gear in my suitcase like I'm back from practice. Then big bro's really going to give it to you. Then maybe we transition to coming out to your father and you become his punching bag. I also have a police uniform and want to roleplay enacting new Anti-fag laws. I'll fuck you twice at some point in those. Fuck this is going to be fun. You'll never forget this night for the rest of your life. Alright, I'm going to get dressed. You just sit here and think about all the pain I'm about to put you in." He said that with a flex and a smile.
"Oh by the way, I'll record all this so you and your husband can watch over and over again!" he said, and then went into the bathroom to change.
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Valentine's Day Series: The Surprise
Surprise! Here's another Valentine's Day story I did not plan to do but suddenly found myself writing! Enjoy the bonus! (Warning: Very dark! Lots of homophobia and fagbashing)
Matt was sad that his husband David would not be with him this Valentine's Day. David would be on a work trip that he couldn't get out of. As he left, David told Matt he wouldn't need to worry about being alone on Valentine's Day. Matt smiled, knowing what he meant. Occasionally the couple would hire an escort, either together or separately. They weren't in a totally open relationship but they would make exceptions, especially when David would go on trips. Neither wanted to spend the night in an empty bed so they'd either hit up Grindr or hire and escort for special occasions, like Valentine's Day.
"I wanted it to be a surprise, I booked you a room downtown," he said. "And I already ordered you an escort. Don't worry, you can trust me, I know exactly your type." Matt was flattered. He did trust that David knew his type. Matt was the bottom of the relationship and David the top. Their antics in the bedroom can border on dom/sub stuff but it wasn't a regular thing. Matt did usually like a dominant escort though and David knew that. So Matt was excited to see the hunk David had picked out for him. "Of course, I've also ordered my own so as not to be alone tonight," David said smiling. "Of course," Matt said also smiling leaning in for a kiss. They kissed for a couple minutes, David eventually breaking it. "Ok, I need to go. I know you're going to have fun tonight." They said their "I love yous" and then David left.
Matt was waiting in the hotel room that David got him. It was nice. He was a little nervous. Getting with an escort always gave him some nerves but he had no idea what to expect. When he finally heard the knock on the door he was giddy with excitement. He didn't even peak through the keyhole, he wanted to open the door for the reveal.
When he did open the door, he gasped. Holy shit. In front of him was a true muscle stud. He must be a body builder! He was definitely the biggest guy he'd ever been with. Damn, David really outdid himself. David knew his type even better than himself. At first glance the guy seemed too young for Matt but... fuck. He was already so turned on.
"Hello, I'm your escort," he said. He had a thick German accent. He flexed one of. his massive biceps for effect Matt was in love. It was only then that he noticed that the man had some roses in his hand and a card. He gave them to Matt and Matt accepted them smiling. "Am I what you were hoping for?" he asked. "Yeah... you're incredible," said Matt. "That's what they usually say," said the man smiling. Matt was thrilled.
Matt let the escort in and took a deep breath. Wow, David did good. As the man got settled - he had also brought in a suitcase for his overnight stay, Matt placed the roses out on the table and then looked at the card. It said "For Matt" in a pink envelope with a heart around it. Your husband really wanted you to read that letter. Take your time, we've got all night. Matt just smiled at the hulking mass in the corner of his room. The last thing he wanted to do was read a letter. He wanted to jump into the arms of that man, but I guess if he insisted.
He opened the note and took it out. Wow, it was a long letter. He was expecting a silly little love note. He took out the note and started reading. He noticed that in the corner, his musclebound escort was flexing his muscles. He looked up for a second to admire the sights before diving into the letter.
"Dear Matt,
I hope you've had a wonderful Valentine's Day so far. I want you to know how much I love you. I hope you enjoy the roses. And I really hope you enjoy that big hunk of man I got you!" Matt was very appreciative indeed as he heard the man grunt in the corner from some seriously hard flexing. Fuck, he had to get through this letter.
"And I also want you to know that I got you a very special surprise this Valentine's Day. You see the escort I got you is not any ordinary escort. I had to track him down online on the dark web. He's what you call a fagbasher."
Matt's heart sank when he read that line. He had reread it again to make sure he understood. A... fagbasher? Just as he read that line a second time and really made sure it said what he thought it said, he looked up from the letter briefly. What he was met with was the most impressive double bicep pose he had ever seen in real life.
Matt swallowed hard looking at those big guns. "Keep reading," said the man, snapping Matt out of it, causing him to jump with his voice. His hands, shaking now, grasped the letter and kept reading.
"Yes, honey, I ordered a fagbasher to your room. You must be asking yourself why your loving husband would do that to you. And I do love you. That's why I did it. See, you didn't realize this but a couple of weeks ago you left a tab open with some porn that was very shocking to me. It was some stuff I have never seen. Things I had never even imagined."
"Oh god," thought Matt.
"Yes, honey, I saw the kind of porn you jack off to. Mean, straight, homophobic men who want nothing more to use, humiliate, and beat the fuck out of the fags in their lives. That was very surprising to me, baby. You've never really let on that you have this fantasy. I mean sure, you like me to dom you in the bedroom a bit, but some light slapping occasionally is the most we ever do."
Matt heard a grunt from the... fagbasher... in the room with him. He looked up to see him rolling up his sleeves, his arms absolutely pumped with veins popping. Matt looked at the muscles with fear and also fascination. He really was incredible. But now, completely terrifying.
The man flexed his beautiful, dangerous muscles, admiring himself and then looked straight at Matt like he was his next meal. And he knew he was. He realized that the fagbasher was preparing himself... for him. Oh fuck. "P-please, we don't..." Matt squeaked out. "Keep reading faggot," he said. Oh god. But he obeyed.
"I decided to secretly track your internet history. I looked at everything you looked at. Big muscular men flexing. Huge dick guys dominating twinks. And lots of BDSMLR. I had never heard of that site before but it was obviously your favorite. You spent hours looking at it. You frequently visited a blog called 'bullyme92'. Now that stuff is fucked up. Fathers dominating their fag sons, high school bullies fagbashing fags in their school, and even older brothers punishing their younger gay brothers. I couldn't believe it. But I started to understand it a bit more. Not that I share these sexual fantasies, but I understood yours. It made me closer to you. I finally felt like I totally understood every part of you. There was nothing that was secret anymore. And I saw you talking to other 'fags' on the site as well, discussing your fetishes and fantasies. I no longer wanted to shame you for these 'sick' ideas. I wanted to explore this with you, but I didn't know how, exactly."
This was almost sweet if there wasn't a terrifying man there waiting to tear him apart. One more look.
Yep, still flexing, still huge, still terrifying, still the man of Matt's dreams.
"So I started looking online. I started looking for ways for you to get off by this. Fagbashers in other words. What I found online were guys going by 'cashmaster'. Sure, they would humiliate you. Maybe even some would beat you up. But I needed a real homophobe. I needed someone I could try to really give you exactly what you so crave. And that's when I found this man. If you look hard enough in the deepest corners of the internet you can find men who charge good money to truly fagbash. I don't know his name, and you will not find it out either. He just goes by Basher. And he is a 100% genuine fagbasher. I saw the reviews, I saw the videos on that site. A 5 star fagbasher. Some of the best money can buy. And trust me, this was very expensive. I bought the whole package, all of his services."
Oh my god. Holy fuck. What were all of his services?
"We talked specifics. I shared with him a number of your chats. A bunch of your favorite stories including those from bullyme92. This will be a curated beat down, especially for you. This will be a long night for you. I bought every option I could and talked to Basher about it for a while. Lucky for you, you will have a long time to worship Basher. And he does love to be worshipped by fags - as long as he can bash them afterwards. You'll get explore every part of his body with your hands and mouth. Doesn't that sound good? Now, when the real business begins, I don't want to spoil too much but you'll go through all kinds of scenarios that you dream about. He's got a lot of costumes and props for you to help out. Of course at some point, you'll be finding it hard to even stand up, but Basher assures me he will get you through all the storylines we discussed. Additionally, I went with the special 'no mercy' and 'no safe word' package. I got into your mindset and I know that's what you would have chose if you were fantasizing about it. So, to be clear, Basher has been paid to fagbash you no matter what. There is no getting out of this." (Matt almost fainted reading this) "But hey - at some point, you'll also be getting fucked by his big 8" cock. You'll get to taste it to! As well as his piss and cum! Lucky you!"
"You might be thinking this is cruel but I did this because I love you. This is what you want. Remember that. According to your chats, you've wanted this all your life. And is this not exactly the kind of guy you'd want to do it to you? Didn't I find your exact type?"
It was hard to admit but David was right. This guy was everything that Matt imagined when read and fantasized about his sick fantasies. But it was one thing to think about them and another to be staring at the big bully across the room ready to destroy the small fag sitting there shaking.
"While you are having your ass beat by the homophobe of your dreams, I'll be having some pretty vanilla sex with some twink I'm going to order. As you know, I'll be returning to town in a few days after my trip but you'll be in good hands. It's part of the whole experience. You will end up in the hospital from the beating Basher gives you. It will be a multi-hour bashing and torture session for you. And then he will shove your tiny, broken fag body into that big suitcase he brought with him and wheel you out the doors of the hotel. He'll load your beaten body into the trunk of his car. Then he'll drive you to the hospital and dump you there for the staff to find."
"The fun doesn't stop there though! While you're resting up at the hospital, you'll have a visitor - Basher! Isn't that part or your fantasy? That your fagbasher comes back to the hospital to visit you and punches you in the stomach as you lay in your hospital bed? He goes into the bathroom, pisses in a cups, and pours it down your throat as you lay there in pain. And then he grabs you by the throat and tells you that he can't wait to do it all over again. Well you get to live that now! And don't worry about work! I called your boss and told him that you and I were going on a secret vacation for the whole week. He was told not to tell you! So no one will be expecting you. I already photoshopped the pictures. It should be enough time for you to mostly recover."
"Now this has gone on too long, it's time to get started. I want you to crawl over to that muscle god and kneel at his feet. And then I want you to do thing you've always fantasized about. Treat him as your god. Look up at him and apologize for being a faggot and beg for mercy. I know you've always wanted to do that at the feet of a superior man. Now is your chance. I think you know what the answer is but beg for mercy at the feet of your fagbasher.
I really do love you baby. I think you'll come to find this is the best gift that you would have never asked for. I know what you want and it's this. So just take it. I will see you in a few days.
Love,
David"
Matt just stared at the letter for a second. He hung his head for a moment and then sighed. And then he did it. He got on all 4's. And he crawled to the feet of the man standing across the room. The scary man who only wanted to hurt him. He approached his feet, feeling tiny and pathetic. He reached the feet of the fagbasher and looked up. Holy shit.
He looked so incredible and intimidating.
"Finally finished, huh," asked Basher. "Y-yes, I did," said Matt awkwardly, feeling like a child at his feet. "Yes, what?" asked Basher. "Yes... sir," said Matt. "Better. Now, you know what to do," said Basher. "P-please, don't do this. This is was a fantasy. I don't want to get hurt. Please!"
"Come on faggot, beg properly or we start the bashing early," he said in his thick German accent. Oh god. Ok, he accepted it. He was getting bashed. "Please, sir," Matt started, imitating all his fantasies. "Please... I'm sorry for being a faggot. I'm a dirty... pathetic, disgusting faggot," pleaded Matt. "Please, have mercy on this faggot." He was sounding convincing because he was genuinely pleading.
"That's better fag," he said. And he flex his big arm. "Now... what makes me your god?" he asked. "Because you look like that?" Matt said, his mouth agape staring at the size of that peak. "Yes, that's right, partially, what else? What makes me superior to you?" he asked. "Um.. you're straight?" replied Matt, shaking. "Yes! That's right. What else?" "Um.. you're homophobic?" replied Matt. "Yes! Good fag, you get it. And I know you get it, I've read your chats, I've seen what you look like online. You're one of the fags that really gets it. Homophobia is right. And you get that. That's why I'm so surprised how resistance to this fagbashing you are. But I'm going to make you a promise. By the end of the next hour you will be genuinely begging me to bash you. And it will make me so happy when you do. And then I will, brutally. You will feel more pain than most people feel in their entire lives. All from me."
Matt was practically crying at this point. "Aw, don't cry. Actually, I do like it when you fags cry. Makes my muscles very happy. BUT, here why don't we start off with some muscle worship. I think that will really get you in the mood. Huh? Here, let me start."
"Fuck I taste good," said Basher. "Here, now you try. Lick my saliva off these big, hard homophobic muscles that are going to beat you into a pulp, faggot. Just a get a lick and it'll make it all better."
Despite himself, Matt found himself leaning in to taste that big, brutal muscle. He licked the beak of that bicep, tasting the sweat, skin, and saliva of his superior bully. "I always workout before a session so I'm nice and sweaty. I know what that does to fags like you. Not only are these babies pumped but I'm all sweaty for you." He was right, he could taste the salty sweatiness. And the muscles speak for themselves. "Oh my god.." moaned Matt as he felt a vein under his tongue. "Now, you're seeing how pathetic you are fag."
And the worship continued for a long time. Matt touched every single part of the hunk's body with his tongue. He spent a long time at his feet, sniffing his sock and worshipping every part of them. Basher took a lot of pleasure jamming his foot into his mouth and making Matt say "I don't deserve any rights."
He worked his way up the incredible specimen, worshipping his calves and incredible legs.
He even got to clean out the straight stud's massive ass.
And of course, he got a fag rush on the stud's sweaty pits. At one point, Basher opened his suitcase and pulled out a collar that said 'FAG' on the front of it and put it around the Matt's neck. While the suitcase was open, Matt got a quick look inside to see a number of costumes, whips, dildos, boxing gloves, all kinds of tools of the trade. Matt felt a dark tickle in his brain.
At It didn't take much for Matt to crumble. It was just like he was at his computer jerking off to these studs wishing they would teach him a lesson for being a faggot. But he had a stud right here and he was more than willing. And Matt deserved to be bashed. Because he was a filthy faggot. And Basher was a superior straight man.
So that's how Matt found himself, genuinely groveling at Basher's feet begging for a bashing, meaning it 100%. He was pathetic, and Basher was beyond ready to give him what he needs. Basher brought his head up by a fist in his hair and then presented Matt with another dream scenario for him. "Tell you what, faggot. Why don't you beg these big fag bashing muscles to give you the beat down you deserve."
Matt was so anxious to do it. He had always dreamed of this. Basher flexed his big, mean muscle right up in front of Matt's face and Matt made a pathetic display, begging his bully's muscles to hurt him.
"Please, big homophobic muscle, please bash me for being a faggot." Matt moaned as he watched the bicep flare up even more, and look angrier. He would have felt ridiculous talking to someone's arm in any other context but this. "Please, please bash me harder than any fag you ever have before."
"Oh fuck yes," said Basher, feeling the power course through him. "That's a promise faggot. Ok, now we gotta get started can't contain myself. I'm giving you the choice faggot. How do you want to get bashed first? What's the one scenario you've always wanted to do?"
Matt only thought for a couple of seconds and then felt embarrassed but wasn't sure why. He had read everything he'd said online, all the stories he read. So he just said it. "Can you be my older brother and I come out to as a fag and you bash me?" asked Matt, pathetically. "Fuck yes, I can. Fuck I love that one. Ok, I figure I'm going to dress up in the football gear in my suitcase like I'm back from practice. Then big bro's really going to give it to you. Then maybe we transition to coming out to your father and you become his punching bag. I also have a police uniform and want to roleplay enacting new Anti-fag laws. I'll fuck you twice at some point in those. Fuck this is going to be fun. You'll never forget this night for the rest of your life. Alright, I'm going to get dressed. You just sit here and think about all the pain I'm about to put you in." He said that with a flex and a smile.
"Oh by the way, I'll record all this so you and your husband can watch over and over again!" he said, and then went into the bathroom to change.