Listen up, you pathetic piece of shit. A slave owns nothing—fucking nothing. No rights, no freedom, no will of your own. A gay slave like you doesn’t think, doesn’t question, doesn’t resist. You submit, you obey, you serve—that’s your only fucking purpose. I’m Master Habib, a true Arab master, and I don’t ask—I take what’s mine.

You’re here because you’re worthless on your own. You’re a fucking nobody until I, your master, claim your sorry ass, train you, and mold you into something useful. Until then, you’re just a body waiting to be broken by my will.

I Create Slaves Through Pain, Gay Slave!

A slave isn’t born—it’s fucking made. I break you through discipline, training, and relentless use. You think you’re ready, gay slave? Prove it, or I’ll toss your useless ass aside like the trash you are.

What It Means to Serve Me, Your Arab Master!

A gay slave doesn’t exist for himself. You don’t make choices. You don’t set limits. You don’t control shit. Your body belongs to me, your master. Your pleasure? Fucking irrelevant. Your pain? It’s your goddamn duty to take it.

Once I claim you, your life is mine. Your only purpose is to obey me, Master Habib. Every fucking second of your existence is dictated by my will. You eat when I say, you sleep when I allow it, you speak only if I fucking order you to. Hesitate, and I’ll punish you. Resist, and I’ll break you until you’re nothing but a whimpering bitch.

How I Break a Gay Slave Like You!

Every new slave thinks they know submission. You know nothing, you stupid fuck. True submission isn’t a fantasy or a game—it’s fucking absolute. It consumes every inch of your worthless soul.

You come to me thinking you’re still a man. I’ll destroy that delusion. Your old name? Gone. Your past? Fucking irrelevant. Your purpose? Rewritten by me, your master. A gay slave doesn’t question my orders. You don’t hesitate. You don’t resist. Your body exists to serve me, your mind to obey me, your will to reflect my every fucking command. Fail me, and I’ll correct you. Doubt me, and I’ll erase that doubt. Disobey me, and I’ll punish you until you learn your fucking place.

My Rules for You, Gay Slave!

• A slave only speaks when I fucking speak to you.
• A slave doesn’t dare look me, your master, in the eyes unless I allow it.
• A slave kneels in my presence, always, like the bitch you are.
• A slave never hesitates to obey my fucking orders.
• A slave exists to be used, trained, and disciplined however I, your Arab master, see fit.

There are no exceptions, you dumb fuck. No second chances. A slave who fails gets punished until you learn your place. A slave who resists gets broken until you forget how to resist.

Your Only Purpose as a Gay Slave!

A slave doesn’t serve himself. You exist to satisfy my needs, your master’s needs. Your comfort? Fucking meaningless. Your pleasure? I don’t give a shit. Your suffering is your duty. Your humiliation is your fucking mission.

A gay slave doesn’t beg for kindness. You don’t expect mercy. You don’t seek respect. Your worth is measured by how well you serve me, how deeply you obey me, and how completely you submit to every fucking thing I demand. Fail to satisfy me, and you’re useless. Fail to obey perfectly, and you’re disposable. Only the fully devoted get to serve me.

Only the Worthy Get to Kneel Before Me, Gay Slave!

Not every slave is strong enough to be owned by me. Some hesitate. Some fail. Some still think they deserve choices. Those slaves get fucking rejected. Only the most obedient, the most disciplined, the most devoted will earn the privilege of kneeling before an Arab master like me. This isn’t a game, you piece of shit. This isn’t a request. If your place is at my feet, prove it.

Fill the fucking form. Accept your place. Submit to me, Master Habib.