The guards of the palace know that their true function is not to protect their Master. He can protect himself from anything. They’re there to serve him, and nothing compares to the moments when he uses their bodies.
There are some times when the Master just wants to fuck, and then they just want to be fucked because they want what he wants.
Their desires are only a reflection of His will, and that means nothing can compare to the feeling of being in all fours with their brothers in arms, getting his cock inside them.
That’s the true meaning of being a guard in the palace: to keep themselves in shape for the times he wants to fuck. To keep their bodies as perfect as possible, because they have to be perfect for him. To be the best, because he deserves the best.
Some of them were straight before he chose them as their guards, but it doesn’t matter. Inside the walls of the palace everything is what Master wants, and that means they are gay. They want men, and above any men they want him.
They live for him. That’s what they do, and that’s what they are: his guards, his slaves, his toys. Desire things that exist only to serve him as their owner and Master.
And right now, it's him the one Master chose to fuck. It will be his ass the one he will use for his pleasure, and that makes him the happiest slave in the entire world.
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@bootylove8@kwlsktfsr Now I wish I had used my main and not my horny account for this because I'd already written about this there and I'd like to link it (but I want to keep these accounts completely separated)
The thing is: we have created a predatory system in which stars are completely disposable
@bootylove8@kwlsktfsr and they have value only for as long as they're beautiful. At least most of them. And there's always someone new, younger, prettier. A dozen. A hundred. Thousands, all ready to have a go at their places, and they feel that they have to keep going to stay at the top.
@bootylove8@kwlsktfsr (I'll take only about male celebrities in this tweets, but of course this applies just as well and probably even more to female celebrities. I'll use men as an example because that is underdiscussed and this is a great opportunity to illustrate it)
I knew Raul... kinda. He was a bit weird, very kept to himself but in a way that creeped people out. You could never really know what he was thinking. I was some kind of put off, but my bro told me he was alright and I trust my bro.
The trip was... odd. They two were picking the music and it was nothing I'd heard about, just a series of instrumental pieces, very complex and... off. Interesting, but strange. Even the smell of the car was a bit strange.