Faggot Lover

Allen was beside himself. His son Alex had been missing for 3 months now. 3 months ago, his phone buzzed with a message from his son's number. The message read "Your libfag son is ours now." with a video attached. Allen was shocked to see a video of his son been sodomized by a group of men. He turned the video off quickly, unable to watch his son in such a humiliating position. And since then, Allen had been trying to find him. He tried calling Alex, his friends, and dropped by his apartment and talked to his roommate Brent. But no one seemed to know where Alex is. He knew he raised Alex well, with strong liberal values. And he would know that Allen would have no problem with him been gay, instead of running away. So Allen was sure that his son was kidnapped.

The police had been no help neither. Allen was reluctant to share the video with the officers, but in the end he had no choice. But the officers just snickered at him.

"Looks to me that you just got a faggot for a son. He's over 18 and the sex clearly looked consensual. He's allowed to whore himself out to anyone he wants. And if he doesn't want to contact you, then it's his choice too."

Allen was furious with the police. But after all the "Defund the Police" protests Allen participated in, the police was not about to show extra effort for Allen. Not even if the officers clearly remembered using Alex's holes and passing him around like a cheap whore just one week ago in a party.

Out of options, Allen ends up forcing himself to watch the full video of his son been used, hoping he could find some clues that would lead to his whereabouts. He watched his son open his mouth for cock after cock. The men had no regard for Alex's comfort, as they grabbed him by the head, by the ears, by the mouth, as they thrust and punch their cocks into him. Yet Alex didn't resist at all. In fact he didn't appear to gag with even the largest cock. Allen watched his son smile as the men called him a good fag after a particularly well done blowjob, his face glistening with spit and cum as he showed his tongue covered with the man's cum before swallowing. Allen also watched his son put his chest and head flat on the floor before arching his back and pushing his ass in to the air. He hears his son begging the men to fuck him. And Allen watched as his son cry out in joy as the men fucked his son one by one.

Allen had to admit that the police was right after all, that Alex clearly enjoyed the sex, and was not forced. He knew he was supposed to be looking at the background for details of where they are, and looking for any identification marks on the men. But the only thing he could remember was their large manhood, wet with his son's hole, going in and out of him. Allen didn't like that he started getting a hardon while watching the video. But he can't stop either. I'm just trying to identify these men. Thought Allen to himself as he once again started the video from the beginning, as he absentmindedly palmed his hard cock.

But try as he might, Allen couldn't make any progress. He began putting his son's image on the internet asking for help. And one day, he got a piece of mail dropped on his front step.

"We heard you've been looking for your son, we might be able to help with that." The message said. "Come to the FC warehouse on Saturday at 10pm."

Allen didn't know who sent the message, but he was desperate enough to follow through. So on Saturday night, he waited by the FC warehouse. Not long after 10pm, he heard footsteps and saw four men approach him. Allen was very nervous at this point, since he was alone and he didn't know who these men are at all. One of them even wore a MAGA hat. Clearly he's not going to make friends with these men.

"Allen is it? Looking for you son?" One of the men spoke up before Allen could muster up the courage. 

"Yes! I am? You know where he is?" 

"We'll help you find him. Just follow us in." The men opened the door to the warehouse and walked in. Allen was still apprehensive about the men, but he followed because this was the best lead he's got all these months. 

"Now, before we tell you anything, there's a matter of payment." One of the men spoke to Allen.

"How much do you want?" Allen asked. "I haven't got much cash on me, but I'll get you the money."

The men chuckled. "We aren't here for money. And you ask how much? Well, all of it. All of your dignity and pride, can lay there at our feet."

Allen was confused. But then he understood as the men unzipped their pants and took out their dicks. 

"We will use you for all your worth. We will fuck you until there's nothing left of your brain. And if you can still think afterward, then you can find your son." 

Allen wanted to protest, but he also wanted to find his son. Before he could think of how to get out of the situation, the men kicked his legs from behind and put him on his knees. And when the first whiff of the man's crotch reached his nose, Allen hesitated. The video from his son couldn't carry any of the man scents through the screen. And now, this close to them, Allen could smell the musk of each men competing in his nose. He remembered how hard he got watching those cocks on the video fuck his son. Now with the scent added, he could feel his mouth watering and his cock hardening. 

The men paid no attention to the struggle and change inside Allen's head. They got Allen where they wanted, and they are going to have some fun. Allen's first blowjob wasn't very graceful. The first man who pried his jaw open had to keep telling him to watch his teeth, before slapping his face hard as a reminder. But Allen learned. He even remembered what his son was doing in the video, and started covering his teeth with his lips. By the third dick, Allen was already getting comfortable with it.

The men jeered at Allen. "Natural cock sucking family. It must be in their genes." And at some point, the men started drinking some beer they brought with them. As the evening progressed, the men got drunker and their words got meaner. They spit on him, even lubed with cock with beer before giving Allen a taste. And they took a bottle of beer and inverted into Allen's ass to "clean it up and lube it through." As much as Allen wanted to fight against been fucked in the ass, he was too weak and tipsy to resist. And when the first cock entered him, he couldn't even cry out since his mouth was still stuffed. The spit roast lasted the rest of the night. At one point Allen complained about not wanting the men to cum inside him. And the men only laughed. "You don't want cum in you? Don't worry, we'll wash it out." So began the first piss enema the men let out inside him. Allen could feel his inside bloat from all the liquid. When he couldn't hold it all, he had to let loose. "Shit!" the man still pissing inside him had to jump out of the way of the leakage. And then, the man redirected his stream toward Allen's face instead. Soon afterward, Allen tasted his first load of piss, warm from the source straight down his throat.

The men got more and more rowdy. And true to their words they used Allen for all his worth. They bullied Allen into degrade himself for their entertainment. They got Allen begging for their MAGA cocks, to baptize him as a faggot with their superior cum, and worship their cocks. When all the men were finally satisfied, Allen was left a mess on the floor. The men high-fived each other, before putting on their clothes to leave.

"But, where's my son?" Allen finally came out of his cock induced stupor and remembered why he was here. "You said you know where he is!"

"No, we said we would help you find him, and we did. Your son is a grade A cocksucking faggot for Republican men. And we just helped you become one too. Now that you and your son runs in the same circle of libfags, you'll see each other sooner or later. Maybe you'll find him one day while browsing MAGA porn, seeing a picture of your son bitching himself out, or maybe you'll see him in a party, when you are on your knees begging for Republican cock, and find your son next to you doing the same thing. It's just a matter of time, and the faster you fag yourself out, the faster you'll find your son. You are welcome, faggot."

And with those words, the men left laughing. Allen laid on the floor, speechless and exhausted from the ordeal.

There was some truth to the men's words. Allen had indeed became a cocksucking faggot for Republican men. He tried to fight against it at first, but he can't help but notice other men's bulges after the warehouse incident. The tougher the man looked, the more turned on Allen was. He jerked off to the memories of those men defiling him, but it was not enough. He jerked off to more porn worshipping Republican men, but it was also not enough. He even jerked off to the video of his son, pretending it was him getting abused. But he needed the real thing inside him. 

It had taken another month before he could work up the courage to actually arrange a real meetup with a local Republican man who wanted to use him. But like a Pandora's box, once it opened, there's no going back. Allen was addicted. His experience soon went from the single hookup to the entire neighborhood knowing him as the libfag. He had no idea that some of his neighbors could hold such contempt for a liberal like him, and how hard they would fuck him with gleeful distain. He got used to keeping his hole always clean and lubed, his fridge stocked with beer, and sleeping in his own wet spot. Allen no longer needed to jerk off. His balls are constantly emptied by the forceful hate fuck his prostate received. He even stopped locking his house's back door. There's no need to worry about theft when there's a steady stream of men coming and going at all hours, leaving their loads inside him. And with his doors unlocked, they can come and go as they pleased.

Allen felt guilty, that he couldn't even remember to ask about his son once a cock has entered him now. He had to put up a poster near his own bed, showing a picture of his son with the words "Have you seen me?" so that all the men who come to fuck him would know he's still looking for Alex. But slowly, he had given up hope, and just wished wherever Alex is, he's happy with all the men fucking him, just like Allen is now. But fate took a different turn one day, after a frat looking guy had finished using him, and asked Allen about the poster.

"You looking for this guy?"

"He's my son. You know him? Know where he is?" Allen was hopeful for once.

"Your son huh? Like father like son I guess. I saw him at the monthly fag bash party up near the college campus two week ago. Really nice cocksucking skills, even you could learn something from him. The party is full of regulars, so I bet you would find him there again." The guy gave Allen a sideway glance as if evaluating him, before continuing. "I'd have warned you that the party is not for the faint of heart, but from the way you begged my cock to ruin your libtard hole, I'm guessing you'll fit in there, right at the bottom."

Allen was ecstatic at the news. He asked for the details of the party, before going down on the guy again, making sure to give his best blowjob to the man.

Two weeks later, Allen arrived at the party. He did his research before coming. The house was owned by one of the largest frat of the nearby university, though it was not used for living. It seemed that it had been rented out for different events. Today's party was labeled as "Gay-Straight-Alliance meeting" on their calendar. He could hear music coming from the house as he got close. But upon entering the front foyer, a well-built man was blocking the door leading up to the rest of the house.

"Eh, excuse me, I'm looking for someone here?" Allen asked.

"And who is it? How do you know that he's here?" The man asked.

"My son, Alex? I heard that he, eh, is a regular here?"

"And what is his title here?"

"Title?" Allen was stumped. The frat guy didn't mention anything about a title.

"If you don't know, then I'm afraid I can't help you. You can wait outside, until the meeting is over." The man said. Just as Allen was debating whether he wanted to argue or just wait outside, the front door opened again. A man walked in, and Allen recognized him as one of the many police officers who laughed at him and threw him out of the station after watching the video of his son. 

The officer remembered Allen as well. "Sure took your time to discover this place faggot. Heard it through the grapevine that the old man is following his son's steps." The officer sneered. 

"You know this guy?" The man blocking the door asked.

"Oh ya, put him down as a liberal activist. I heard his mouth is just as good as his son. I want first dibs today."

"Well, alright then." The doorman said as he approached Allen with a marker. Allen wanted to get in the house, so he held still and didn't ask any questions as the doorman began writing something on his forehead.

As soon as the doorman was finished, the officer grabbed Allen by the back of his neck and pushed him through the door. The music immediately got much louder, but it was not the music that Allen focused on. The loudest sound came from a naked guy bent over the sofa as he was been railed from behind. Allen could read the words "Fag Activists" across the naked guy's forehead as he squealed and moaned from the intense fuck he was receiving. Two guys were on the floor, giving foot massages to the two men sitting in front of them. Their foreheads were labeled "Twitter loudmouth". There was another pair of guys on their knees, their mouths put together, forming a tunnel that a third man was thrusting into. Allen could see the word "Just Married" on the couple's head. Everywhere Allen looked, there was depravity around him. And he could feel his cock hardening. He has a pretty good idea what's written across his own head now. The police officer hadn't let go of him. He dragged Allen to a corner, and gave his shoulder a hard push downward. Allen took the hint and dropped to his knees, and began unzipping the officer's pants. He was interrupted by a hard slap across the face.

"Did I tell you that you could touch me faggot? After all the trouble you brought to my station? You think I would gift you my cock?"

Allen hung his head low. The officer wasn't the first one to want to hear him beg, and Allen had his defiance fucked out of him a long time ago.

"I'm sorry officer. I was an ignorant faggot who didn't know any better. But I had learned my lesson now. Please allow let me apologize by worshipping your superior cock with my worthless hole. Please silence my libtard mouth with your manhood."

The officer looked pleased. And soon, after a few more slap across his face, Allen was rewarded with the officer's hard cock pummeling his throat. Allen's mind entered a haze again, as he slurped on police officer cock. And when the man began to cum, he drank eagerly. Allen once again felt his brain shut off with the warm salty load sliding down his throat. But he did remember to thank the officer for allowing him to apologize. The officer didn't stay long after cumming. He gave Allen a quick light slap on the head before abandoning him, clearly looking for more fags to use. Allen looked around, trying to see if there are more cocks he can have.

Wait, what am I doing? Allen chastised himself. I'm here to look for my son! He got back up from his knees and started looking around, dodging anyone without a label across their head. On the second floor, he met the second person he recognized at the party. Alex's roommate Brent. Brent was still dressed, in a suit even. But he had his cock out and was slowly stroking himself. It was the largest cock Allen's seen yet, with its head shiny from precum. Allen could feel his mouth watering again.

Brent clearly recognized Allen as well. "Well well well, look who's finally here." He waved his cock at Allen. "Sit your pussy down on this." Brent beckoned with two cockslaps across his open palm. Allen needed no more encouragement, all thoughts about finding his son gone from his head again. Like always, his hole was clean and lubed. He hopped on and began riding the man's cock, clenching and grinding to give maximum pleasure. After he got a rhythm going, Brent turned his head to the side and shouted, clearly to someone else in the party: "Where's my fagbitch at? Get over here now!" Allen couldn't really pay much attention when all he felt was the man's cock going deeper inside him than any other cocks has ever been. But he could feel Brent double tap his right foot, and someone crawled underneath Brent's legs to serve as a footrest while Allen was still bouncing on the man's cock.

"Tell me what you are, faggot, make it entertaining for me." Brent demanded with an evil smile. Brent's request was no problem to Allen by now. "I'm your cumdump today Sir! Your libfag fleshlight! Your two-holed cocksleeve!" Allen degraded himself as he rode on. He could feel the cock grazing against a spot deep inside him, something other than his prostate. The excitement almost pushed him over the edge, but he knew if he soiled the man's suit, he would be in trouble. So Allen had to twist his own cock and prevent himself from cumming. He was left in a near state of orgasm, unable to cum, feeling like his prostate was about to explode. He could feel his legs nearing their limits as he kept bouncing, and just when he thought he was about to collapse, Brent grabbed his hips to still him and began filling him with a deep grunt. Allen tried his best to clench his sore hole, keeping the warm cum inside him. And when Brent finally relaxed and gave Allen's side a quick tap, Allen knew his job was finished, and climbed off slowly with shaky legs. He laid next to Brent, still drunken with lust. So it took him a few seconds before recognizing a third person now from the party, the fag who was underneath Brent's legs.

"ALEX?!" Allen couldn't believe his eyes. He made a move to reach for his son, then immediately remembered that his son was just present to him bouncing on the roommate's cock and degrading himself. For the first time in many weeks now, shame filled him. "Alex, why won't you answer me?" Allen asked, since Alex hadn't moved an inch to acknowledge his father.

"He's not answering you because he's a well trained faggot and his owner hadn't give him permission to speak yet." Brent spoke next to him with his legs still propped on Alex. Brent could see the cogs turn in Allen's head. "Yeah, I own your son. I've owned him all this time while you were looking for him. Stupid faggot, tried to preach to me about acceptance and equality. If he wanted to run his mouth like a faggot, then that's exactly how he was going to be treated. I showed him exactly how I would accept him, as my faggot bitch, and I showed him what he's equal to, a disposable tool."

Allen was stunned at this point, and Brent could only laugh at his expression. "When you came around looking for him, he was stuffed inside the closet where he belonged. You asked all those questions, and he didn't even make a sound. Tell your father why you didn't show yourself that day, bitchfag."

"Because I didn't want to be found Sir." Alex answered, with his head still bowed.

Allen felt all his energy get sapped out of him. And Brent wasn't done. "Do you want to go back to this man's home?"

"No Sir, I want to be your faggot forever." 

"You don't want to call him your father? Hug him? Look him in the eye?" Brent asked, to drive the knife in deeper in Allen's heart.

"No Sir, he's just another liberal faggot. And he doesn't even have an owner like me Sir."

Brent smirked at Allen's devastated face. "I sent you that video because I figured the apple didn't fall far from the tree. And I was right, here you are, another faggot in your family. If I had time and space to train another faggot, I'd have gone to you and made you my fag from the start, but I'm a busy man. So I let you figure that out on your own. But now that I think about it, one of my uncles might have an open spot. What do you say, want to get owned? Want to be trained into a better faggot? I could feel your second ring in your hole, and my uncle is even bigger. He'd cunt you on first fuck. You can even see your son from time to time, when my family get together on holidays and use all the family faggots together. You'll get used, side by side with your son."

Brent got up after that, and hooked a leash on Alex's collar. And when Alex raised his head, Allen saw the label "Owned Faggot: Contact Brent" written across his forehead.

Brent tugged on the leash and began leading Alex our of the room. "Last chance faggot. Crawl after me. Or you'll never see your son again." Brent looked back at Allen. "And you'll never get fucked by the man who owns your son again neither."

And watching Brent and Alex's back as they leave, Allen got on all fours and began crawling.

This post was written for the one year anniversary of Fags and Republicans discord server. #FARYear1. If you are curious, follow the owner of the discord https://art27.bdsmlr.com/ and get an invite link from one of his posts.

I can't believe I found this story again. This is easy one of my top 3 stories in the site, alongside the one with Austin Theory and Matt Riddle from @Dominationstation and probably something from @straighthell-stories , @q-fag or @beuker71 

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I guess you always come back to the place where you felt like a complete faggot for wishing to be the dad in the story who get's turned from worried dad into a gay cumslut for wanting to protect your kid