‘It’s not enough that you are a fucking queer. No, you are a little fucking crybaby too. You really aren’t a man at all. You are nothing but a fucking faggot bitch in need of training. Isn’t that right faggot?’
I nod my head yes. SLAP!! He slapped my face hard.
‘Answer me faggot.’
‘Yes Sir, I’m not a man at all. I’m just a faggot and need to be trained by real men like you Sir.’ He looks down at me making me look up at him.
‘Cry for me faggot,’ he says, then slaps my face, hard, over and over, until I’m crying like a faggot. His eyes bore into my as he takes my manhood from me.
