Kristian Sepp

I’m a submissive faggot who lives to be used, degraded, and owned by real men. I’m not looking for romance or respect — I exist to be a tool, a toy, a worthless object for masculine pleasure.

Being called a “faggot” — especially in public — arouses me deeply. I crave humiliation. I love when real men use me openly, laugh at me, call me names, and remind me of my place. Public use and degradation excite me more than I can express. I want everyone to see and know what I am: a submissive fag, born to serve.

If a man wants to piss on me — I gratefully accept. On my knees, tongue out, obedient and thankful. It’s not about pleasure for me. It’s about surrender, service, and total loss of dignity in the hands of real alphas.

I have no gag reflex. Real men can shove their cocks down my throat, balls-deep, and I take it all with pride and devotion. I love being facefucked and used like a hole — no limits, no hesitation.

My ultimate goal is to be fully owned and shared — property with no say, no rights, no ego. I’m seeking a true Owner, someone who will use me relentlessly and take full control, even supporting my emasculation surgery — removing the last trace of masculinity from my body.

I am HIV-negative and completely STI-free — clean, healthy, and ready to serve without hesitation.

I don’t want to be a man. I want to be a fag. Owned, degraded, and erased.