When a young, attractive man calls himself a “faggot,” it says a lot. Among other things, it says he’s exploring his darkest, most hidden sides—sides that crave degradation, submission, depravity. In many men’s lives, there are times when they yearn to be degraded. I, for one, firmly believe in feeding and satisfying these needs with all my might.
Apollo Fates could easily be mistaken for a hot young man. But the heavy chain around his neck is the first clue. He’s gone beyond being a seasoned submissive; he’s become a seasoned thug, and is now entering the faggot stage of his life. His submission is so profound that he even crosses his eyes when he sucks a cock. No shame, no hesitation: you’re a faggot now, boy.
Ethan Sinns and Shadow, like the good men they are, are happy to oblige, more than happy to bring the little faggot to heel. They fuck him, use him, pound him relentlessly. And soon enough, Apollo unleashes the strange, degraded animal, moaning, tongue hanging out, and making strange, alien sounds. All of this only spurs the two tops to go harder, deeper, and more violent.
From time to time, the tops take a short break, and, lo and behold, Apollo’s handsome face returns, and he looks like a human being again.
But not for long.
