Appreciation is a one-way street
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I learned early on, when I was still in high school, that fags NEED to worship real men, that they NEED to humiliate and debase themselves, they NEED to sacrifice. When a fag sucks my cock in public, like at a party or someplace, it is as much about giving me his self esteem as it is about giving me head.
The bitch NEEDS to sacrifice and I deny him fulfillment of that need if I thank him or in any way show the bitch appreciation. Giving me head, getting fucked by me, just being in my presence is the reward the fag seeks. He understands that he is giving me only what i am entitled to by my natural state as a true Alpha. I ruin it for the fag if I thank him, if I even acknowledge his submission or even his presence.
Gifts are the same way. They begin to count for the fag when they begin to put a strain on his resources – when they are more than he can afford, or when he gives me something extremely important to him personally – like his own courtside season basketball tickets. The fag gives me these things because (1) he understands that i am entitled to them, and (2) because he gets fucking hard just giving me such gifts. I ruin it for him if I even say “thanks.”
A fag once took me to a basketball game and we had awesome courtside seats, second row. I complimented the bitch on the seats and so he gave me his season pass. I took one awesome girl after another to the basketball games for about a month. Then one of my dates had to back out – she was on a photo shoot in the Islands somewhere. So at the last minute I called the fag and asked him if he wanted to go the game with me. He had some dinner appointment for his business, but he rearranged everything so he could go to the game with me. His car and driver picked me up and we went to the game, As we entered the arena, I ran into an old college bud and we started talking. The fag stood off to the side. As game time approached, I invited my bud to sit with me and gave the fag my bud’s tickets in the nosebleed section. I told the fag to stop by from time to time to see if we needed anything. The bitch did – about 6 times during the game. He spent more time going up and down stairs than watching the game. But I know that the bitch was so thrilled to be with me that it probably was the best time at a basketball game he ever had.
