Fagradation Ch 01

If there's anyone whose only purpose in life is gay degradation, it would absolutely be me, or as I would call it, Fagradation.

It's my only desire, and how I am as a person. All I do is sexualize myself as much as I possibly can.

I'm not only an open homosexual, but everything about me is sexual, including my appearance. I am 5 foot 6, I have medium long hair, a little penis, and a bubble butt that jiggles when I walk. I pretty much have every fantasy and fetish in the book.

I hate wearing clothes, so I'm nude at all times. The most sexually submissive people have absolutely no business covering their bodies, and I especially don't. I am fully naked and barefoot at all times, and not only do I like it, but my boyfriend requires it.

Speaking of my boyfriend, he is an older, dominant, masculine man who has absolute love for my body and all the things I can do with it. He has a very thick, long cock that makes me cum just thinking about it. The way he looks at me makes me feel like a piece of meat, which is exactly what I want to feel like. I want to feel like a little toy.

My boyfriend likes to call me his little fagdoll, and I think that perfectly describes me. I am his little plaything to use however he wants.

He doesn't want me to be a person, but rather his own little fucktoy. I am nothing more than his sex object. I am his slut, his whore, and his fag. And I couldn't be happier.

He loves my tiny cocklet, and the way he plays with it makes me want to melt into a puddle. He doesn't stroke it, rather he flicks it and slaps it. This drives me absolutely crazy, and the feeling of his hard hands slapping my hard little dick makes me go completely limp.

I don't think I could ever live without a dom. Without my dom, I would never have any purpose. I would have no reason to be on this earth.

Every time my boyfriend touches me, I lose control. Even just a single touch will make me go absolutely crazy. The simplest touch of my skin against his is enough to drive me into a sexual frenzy. I love him more than anything in the world, and I want him to know it. I love him, and I want him to be happy, and the only way I can make him happy is by giving myself to him.

He loves how submissive and slutty I am. He loves my desire for humiliation and degradation.

I was made to be his slut, and I love showing him how much of a slut I am.

When my dom fucks me, he does it in the most humiliating ways. He puts me in the most uncomfortable positions, and makes me stay in those positions for hours on end. He doesn't take off any of his clothes, and forces me to be completely naked while he fucks me.

He doesn't even fuck me wearing a condom. It's completely raw and bareback. There is nothing sexier than getting fucked by a hot older man without any kind of protection. It turns me on so much.

The things he says during sex are also very demeaning. He calls me names like faggot, slut, cocksucker, whore, bitch, cumrag, and sissy. I love the way it feels to have him calling me such degrading names. He calls me those things because they turn him on. It shows him how submissive and obedient I am, and it shows him how much I love being his.

I could go on forever about how good of a boyfriend my dom is. He does so much for me, and he treats me like a little treasure. I feel so safe with him, and I want him to do anything he wants to me.

One of my absolute favorite sexual activities is getting gang-banged. Gang-bangs are the hottest thing on Earth. There is nothing hotter than having a room full of hot men using your body for their pleasure.

My boyfriend doesn't like engaging in sexual activities with multiple people. Only me. But I know he likes to watch. And lucky for me, he has lots of friends who love gang-banging sexual freaks like me.

The way the gang-bangs usually goes is I would be on my knees fully naked with my hands being zip tied behind my back, there would be one man fucking my ass, one fucking my throat, and two holding me down while they jerk off all over me, and then they all take turns. And while I'm nude, they do it with their clothes on with only their pants pulled down.

While the men are all fucking me, my boyfriend sits in a chair and jerks off while watching. He gets a kick out of seeing his fagdoll getting used. I get a kick out of knowing he enjoys it.

I really, truly am an insatiable slut. No matter how many men are fucking me, I always want more.

The feeling of being used by men is so incredible that I never want to stop. The one and only condition I have is that every man who fucks me is 10 years older than me as the MINIMUM. I want all the men using me to be older, stronger, and taller.

I want the men using me to not see me as a person, but rather as a hole for their cock. I want them to think that my only purpose in life is getting their rocks off.

I absolutely love the sensation of having a cock buried deep inside of my asshole. It makes me feel like the little sissy bitch I am. Having a thick, long cock pounding away at my prostate makes me feel so sexy.

The feeling of getting gang-banged makes me feel so used and degraded. That is the only way I want to feel.

My boyfriend loves the way his little fagdoll craves other men. He loves seeing me getting my face and ass covered with cum, and the look on his face when he sees his little toy all sticky and gooey is the greatest.

I love my boyfriend so much, and the things he does to me are the best. He is a great person, and he has done so much for me.

I would absolutely be lost without him. I need him in my life, and I wouldn't know what to do if he left.

I love him so much. My body, my heart, my mind, and my soul belong to him, and only him.

And to make sure I that I belong to him, he decided that I will be dependent on him only.

At his request I quite my job, we got rid of my driver's license, credit cards, bank account, and cell phone. He even got rid of all my clothes too. Not only will that allow me to remain nude full time, but it will encourage me to always be at home for him.

But there's one fantasy my boyfriend really has for me that involves being out of the house.

Out of all the unrealistic fantasies my boyfriend has about me, it's me being naked in public.

The way he would describe it would be as a complete public exhibitionist, which I totally am. He says that the idea of me being naked in public, with my ass and tiny cock fully exposed and out for anyone to see, and my hair blowing in the wind is such a hot thought for him.

Being naked in public is something I absolutely LOVE the idea of. Being able to be in public without a stitch of clothing, and just let everyone see me at my most vulnerable is the hottest idea.

We especially wish it was possible as it would allow me to be naked for the rest of my life probably. Even after I die, I want to be buried naked.

I don't want to have any clothes, and I would have no issue being seen nude. People would be allowed to do whatever they want with my body. I have no problem with that.

So, for now, this is how things are. My life is great. My boyfriend is great, and I couldn't be happier.

And after 2 years into our relationship, we both decided that we're going to take this to the final level.

At only the age of 20, I've been fucked every day for the last two years, and I've been fully naked for 6 months straight. And at such a young age, I am getting married. But it's not going to be a typical marriage.

This will be one of those marriages that I will never be able to leave, and that my husband will never let me leave. It will be a relationship where he is fully in control, and will always have complete control over me.

This is a marriage where we will both sign a legal contract that will keep me permanently as his.

In the contract, I will agree to have all rights to my own life stripped from me, and give them to him.

It will have an ironclad clause that states I will not be allowed to ever leave him, or have any rights or ownership to my own life. He will have full and complete control over every part of my life, and I will have no rights at all.

My body will be his to do whatever he wants with, and I will have no say.

But the biggest thing about this contract is that it is BINDING. It is a contract that states I can never leave him, and he can never leave me.

It is a contract that will tie us together for the rest of our lives.

And I absolutely cannot wait.

This is the most wonderful moment of my life, and everything I could have ever dreamed of.

The fact that he would take this step for us just shows how much he loves me.

I love him so much. I would never leave him. And now, I'm never going to leave him.

So the week before the contract is getting signed, I decided that it is time that I out myself completely to my parents. I already came out to them as gay and a nudist, so now I am coming out with the lifestyle I've been living for the past two years, and am soon going to live for the rest of my life.

I was nervous, but also really excited because I want everyone I've ever known to be aware of the lifestyle I am going to be living. Everyone I know already knows I'm gay, so I want everyone to know my love life is entirely based around BDSM.

So just like that, my boyfriend dropped me off at my parent's house, and I ringed the doorbell.

While my parents have seen my naked in the house, they didn't ever assume if I had any desire to be naked outside. That resulted in my mother being caught off guard when she saw her youngest son, standing at the door as naked as the day she gave birth to him.

As I stood there in the nude, she was frozen in shock, and couldn't speak.

So, I broke the silence.

"Hello mom."

"Son. Where is your foreskin?" She asked.

"I had it removed. Along with all my body hair below my eyes." I said proudly.

"Why are you naked at the front door?" She asked.

"That's kinda what I'm here to talk about." I said.

After she realized what this was, she stepped aside and invited me in.

I walked in the house and went to sit on the couch.

"Where's dad?" I asked.

"Busy." She said.

"Good because I feel much better talking about this to than to dad. But can you later tell him everything I'm about to tell you, please?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Good." I said.

With that, I am now telling a long kept secret to the woman who raised me.

"So the way I am right now, this isn't just what I am at home. This is my life by default, and it's been that way since I left home. For 6 months straight, I have been fully naked the entire time." I said.

My mother couldn't believe it.

"You're telling me you've been completely naked for half a year?" She asked.

I nodded.

My mother was speechless.

She knew I was a nudist and a gay, but she didn't realize the extent of the lifestyle.

As she tried to process everything.

"How? Why? What? How is this possible?" She asked.

"It's all thanks to my boyfriend. He wants this for me just as much as I do, if not more. He made me quit my job 6 months ago as he makes enough to support both of us." I said.

"Enough money to support you both? How old is your boyfriend?" She asked.

"Oh he's 38" I said.

That answer shocked my mother.

She never imagined her son dating a man that much older than him.

"He's twice your age?" She asked.

I nodded.

Again, she couldn't speak.

"When did you meet him?" She asked.

"Only a week after I turned 18," I said.

She felt like she couldn't breathe.

The fact that her youngest child was in a relationship with a 38 year old man who he met when he just turned 18 was unbelievable to her.

Not only that, but that her son would move in with this man soon before high school ended.

My mother didn't know whether to feel shocked, or angry.

In all honesty, I really liked how my mom was shocked by hearing all this. I hope everyone I've ever known is shocked when they find out.

"And now mom, I'm going to get down to the nitty gritty. So I came out as gay at 16, I came out as a nudist at 18, and now at age 20, I am now coming out to you as a gay nudist who lives a life a sexual degradation. Or fagradation as I call it." I said.

"What did you just as?" She asked.

"Fagradation. To put it bluntly mom, I'm not just a gay submissive. I self identify as a faggot. And a big reason for that is because the word turns me on, and it's so incredibly degrading. Just the way it sounds makes me feel so good. And the more humiliating and degrading it is, the better."

I said all of that with confidence.

This is the first time I am ever saying all of this to someone.

But I didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed. Well maybe embarrassed as that is kinda the point.

My mother felt like she was going to pass out.

The idea that her son, who she has known for 20 years, identifies as a faggot is a lot for her to handle.

Not only that, but the way he said it, he didn't sound the least bit ashamed.

I am not ashamed of the person I am.

"And yes mom, I am very sexually active. I have been having hard sex with my boyfriend every day for the past 2 years. And atleast once a week I get gang-banged by his friends."

As soon as I brought up that last part, she started crying.

The idea of her son being gang-banged is too much for her to bear.

Seeing her cry is something that hurts me.

But I need her to understand what my life is like.

I walked over to her and hugged her.

After a minute of crying, she calmed down.

I wiped the tears off her face. I didn't want to make her sad. I wanted to tell her all of this so she understands me better.

"Honey. Please tell me you atleast use protection." She asked.

"I'm sorry mother. I don't. Not with my boyfriend, not with his friends." I said.

That made her start crying again. I felt terrible.

But, it is important for her to know this.

I continued hugging her. She didn't cry for as long this time.

When she was done, I continued talking.

"And mother, I have some very important news as well." I said.

She looked at me with a curious look.

I grabbed her hand and held it tightly. I had to hold her hand because what I'm about to tell her is going to be the hardest thing to tell her.

"Mother, I'm getting married." I said.

Her mouth opened in shock.

"Really?" She asked.

I nodded.

"You're not even 21 and you're getting married?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because mom, I'm in love. I'm deeply, truly, madly, high over heels in love."

"Do you know just how much of a commitment that is? Once you do it, there's no turning back." She said.

"That's the point. This won't be a normal marriage. It won't be one of those marriages where you can leave. I'm talking about the most extreme commitment."

"How extreme are we talking?" She asked.

I squeezed her hand tighter.

"I'm not just getting married. We are signing a legally binding contract that will allow my soon to be husband to have complete and total control over me. And it will be permanent" I said.

"Permanent?" She asked.

"Yes. The contract will allow my husband to control every single aspect of my life, and I won't have a say."

"How is this even possible? That type of marriage has been illegal for over a century." She said.

"Not quite, mother. While it's illegal for heterosexual couples to have a coverture marriage, it's not illegal gay marriage as they never got around to that part of it. The marriage will be legal, but I will have no rights. Not even the basic rights. In a coverture marriage, the wife agrees to relinquish any and all rights and power to her husband, and he is able to do whatever he wants. I will sign a contract stating that I agree to let my husband have full and complete control over my entire life." I said.

She couldn't believe her ears.

"You are willing to give up your entire life and hand it over to someone?" She asked.

"More than willing. Mother, you have no idea how good this is for me. It's like my dream come true. You have no idea how happy this makes me. This is the happiest day of my life. This is something that makes me feel so loved. This is exactly what I want." I said.

"Other than the total submission, what will your life actually be like?" She asked.

"I'm gonna remain naked forever. It's not just what I want, but it's what my husband wants. He has always wanted a full-time nude boy. He loves the idea of me being completely nude all the time. And he also loves the idea of me being naked outside, as a full-time exhibitionist."

"You would never wear clothes again?"

"Never. Even if it's the dead of winter, and there's a foot of snow on the ground, I won't have a single stitch of clothing. No socks, not even under wear. As naked as the day you brought me into this world. I am a nudist, and nudism is a huge part of my identity. But there is another part of me that is a bigger part. The part of me that loves humiliation and degradation. That is who I am."

"I think we can all agree that this is a very extreme lifestyle." She said.

"Yes it is. The things you see in porn are not unrealistic. It is the life that I am going to live. I will be a full-time cocksucker, slut, toy, fuckdoll, and cumrag. My only purpose in life will be to satisfy men, and please them in every way. Being used and abused is the greatest thing in the world."

"Why do you like it so much?" she asked.

"I just do mom. In many ways I have been dreading to tell you all of this, but I wanted to either way because you deserve to know the truth. And I know it's quite a shock, but trust me when I say that this is exactly what I want. I don't want to be an equal in a relationship. Making my soon to be husband happy is what makes me happy." I said.

My mother started to feel better.

I could tell that she still wasn't a 100% comfortable with this, but she is trying to understand me.

"So where is your boyfriend right now?" She asked.

"Out in his truck waiting for me." I said.

"Do you think I could meet him perhaps?" She asked.

"Oh mom, I'm so happy you asked. It would make me very happy if you could meet him."

With that, I walked out the front door, and my boyfriend is parked at the end of the driveway.

He had his truck pulled over at the curb. He didn't want to be any closer.

I walked towards the truck, and he stepped out.

"How'd it go?" He asked.

"A little better than I hoped." I said.

"Is that so? That's great."

"Yes, and my mom would like to meet you."

"Well alright then." He said.

We walked into the house, and saw my mom sitting on the couch.

She stood up and shook his hand.

"Mom, this is the man who has been fucking me senseless for the last 2 years, and is about to become my husband. Daddy, this is my mom."

"Hello. I am very happy to meet the woman who gave birth to the most wonderful person in my life." He said.

"I wish I could say the same thing, but this is a very difficult moment for me." She said.

"I'm aware, and I'm so sorry. It must have been quite a shock for you." He said.

"Yes. The idea that my son has been living a double life for 2 years is a lot for me to process. The fact that you're 18 years older than him is a lot too. But the one thing that hurts me the most is the idea that he is about to permanently relinquish his rights."

"It must have been hard for him to tell you all that."

"Yes. The fact that he was willing to give up his life and give it to someone else. But he insists that it's his decision, and his life, and only he gets a say in how he lives it."

"That's right. And once he signs the contract, his control will officially be mine." He said.

My mother began to tear up.

I went and hugged her. I really don't like seeing her cry.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but are you sure this is what you want?" She asked.