Real gay slaves serving real masters
I don’t act. I own. Every video here is raw domination — a gay slave on his knees, a true master in full control. No scripts. No limits. Just pure power exchange.
Are the slaves real?
Yes. Every gay slave you see is real, owned, and trained. No acting, no fakes. Just pure submission to a true master.
What kind of content is included?
Feet worship, piss, humiliation, domination, and total obedience. Every scene is raw and 100% real.
How do I get access to more?
Join one of the three levels of membership. And if you’re ready to truly submit, apply as a slave or talk to Master Habib directly
Trained in Paris by Master Habib
When I first met him, I still had some dignity left. I still believed I could negotiate. Set limits. Speak. But Master Habib doesn’t deal with faggots who talk. He trains gay slaves to shut up and obey. And once I passed through the door of his Paris basement, I knew I wasn’t a man anymore.
He didn’t even look at me at first. Just pointed to the floor. I hesitated—big mistake. A slap landed. Then another. My knees hit the tiles. Cold. Dirty. Perfect. That was my new place. His voice was deep, slow, brutal. “Strip. Now.”
I obeyed. For the first time, but not the last. That day, the training began.
Stage One: Absolute Obedience
I wasn’t allowed to speak. Not even to beg. Just follow. He showed me the rules. Not in words—through pain, through fear, through control. My only duty was to learn the path of absolute obedience.
Each mistake had a consequence: standing without permission? Slap. Breathing too loud? Kick. Eye contact? Belt. My body was marked within hours. But inside, I was finally softening. I was becoming a slave.
Stage Two: Required Positions
He drilled me on posture. My back had to be straight when kneeling. My hands behind my neck. My eyes down. He made me repeat every required position for hours, using a stick to correct every angle.
If I failed, the punishment wasn’t just physical. It was mental. Total humiliation. He spat on me. Pissed on me. Tied me to a chair and left me there all night. But deep down, I was grateful. That’s what a true gay slave learns—gratitude in pain. Worship in filth.
Stage Three: The Oath
After three days, I had no name, no clothes, no dignity. Only pain and need. That’s when he made me recite the Oath of Obedience. Naked, bruised, and trembling, I declared myself his forever. I meant every word.
He smiled for the first time. Then pissed on my face and whispered, “Now you’re mine.”
Living as His Property
Paris became a blur. I didn’t see the Eiffel Tower. I didn’t visit cafés. I lived under a bed, in a cage, in his basement. My food was what he left on his plate—sometimes just spit. My water? His piss. I learned to crave it. To need it. He trained me on piss discipline like a dog.
Some nights he’d use me like a hole. No words, no prep, no warning. Other times, he’d ignore me for days. That was worse. I started crying when he didn’t spit on me. That’s when I realized: I wasn’t a man anymore. I was a thing. His slave.
Slave Tasks in the Basement
Every morning, I licked his sneakers clean. I scrubbed his piss off the tiles with my tongue. I stood at attention, ass exposed, waiting for him to wake up. He sometimes called his friends—other masters. They used me too. One held me by the throat. One pissed in my eyes. One made me thank him after every slap.
I was nothing, and I loved it.
Owned Forever
One day, I asked—stupidly—if I could leave. He looked at me like I was trash. “You think you’re still a man?” He dragged me by the collar to the mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. Eyes broken. Mouth open. Knees scarred. A gay slave on the floor, waiting to be pissed on.
He made me choose that day. Freedom or full ownership. I chose the cage. I chose him. I chose to be his.
Final Examination
Weeks later, he said I was ready. For the Finale. I thought I had been broken already. I was wrong. He blindfolded me, tied my hands behind my back, plugged me, and dragged me into a van. I didn’t know where we were going. I didn’t ask.
We ended up in a warehouse on the outskirts of Paris. Five masters were waiting. Each one took turns. They spit, pissed, whipped, and used me. One made me bark. Another made me cum and eat it. The last one kicked me in the ribs until I cried.
When it ended, Master Habib whispered: “Now you’re ready.”
I Am a Gay Slave
I live for his piss. I dream of his belt. I beg for his boot. I’ve become a perfect example of what a master can create. I’m not a person. I’m a hole. A cage toy. A floor cleaner. A toilet. A gay slave that breathes only when ordered.
And I love it. I fucking love it.
Follow My Path
If you think you have what it takes to kneel, to suffer, to obey… then don’t wait.
Start your transformation with these mandatory slave lessons:
- Lesson 1 – Absolute Obedience
- Lesson 2 – Required Positions
- Lesson 3 – Oath of Obedience
- Lesson 4 – My Piss
- Lesson 5 – Mine
- Finale – Ultimate Examination
Become nothing. Serve everything. Be a slave. Be gay. Be owned.
