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What’s a guy to do between the semi-finals on Saturday and the final game on Monday night?  Well for a man, its a good time to cruise the hotel bars, pick up women and fuck their brains out.  For a fag, like my fag Rich, its a good time to be tied to the bed with his ass up in the air, taking loads. 

And so yesterday passed.  I knew what I was going to do on the off day,  And tending to the fag was NOT on my agenda.  My initial thought was to tie him up to the bed posts, ass  in the air, leave the door to the room unlocked and put an ad up on Craigs List.  But i thought that might be a little aggressive for my first time whoring the bitch out.  So I “settled” for a less aggressive approach to getting Rich’s ass plowed.  I would meet guys in the gym or the bar and initially would bring those interested up to the room.  Eventually I ended up sending them up to the room.

I was amazed how easy it was to pick up chicks at a huge sporting event like the Final Four.  There were “professional women”. all over the place, but there also were scores of real chicks to score –TV producers and TV sports commentators, journalists, wives.  Scoring was easy.  I also was amazed at how easy it was to spot true Alpha men who understand the uses of a fag.  I would strike up a conversation in the gym or a bar or a restaurant, and very quickly could get to the point of offering up the “services” of my fag Rich.  No guy I spotted as an Alpha who I approached turned me down. 

fag Rich, on the other hand, felt the need (although it was short-lived) to resist.  When I brought the first guy up, fag Rich said “absolutely not; this is not what we came down here for.”  I had to slap the bitch around some, but he ended up not only understanding but I think he enjoyed being used that way.  All the guys had to use condoms, but fag Rich did manage to suck the load out of a couple of those rubbers.  In the end Rich took five loads from total strangers.  For the last two, I wasn’t even there.  I just sent the dudes up with the room key-card and told them to tell the fag that Jake sent them.  They reported back, congratulating me for training my fag so well. 

Meanwhile, I scored with four spectacular women.  And i dropped a huge load into Rich’s well used and well lubricated hole when I finally got back to the room.

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The two semi-final games were exciting basketball, and fag Rich and i were riveted to our seats throughout.  For fag Rich this was particularly problematic, because sitting for five-plus hours with a massive metal butt plug up your ass cannot be easy.  Or comfortable.  But this is not about the fag’s comfort.

It took more than an hour to find our car and driver and get back to the hotel after the Michigan/Syracuse game, but when we did get back to the room, and I yanked that butt plug out, I was pleased to find that the fag had been opened up nicely.  More important, his hole was super sensitive and he responded nicely to a serious pounding.  By “responded nicely” I mean that the bitch’s hole was receptive and he was soooo happy to have real flesh up his twat rather than hard metal.  (My cock of steel notwithstanding, it still is real flesh.)

This may well be a turning point in my campaign to convince the fag that the center of his sexuality is his cunt, not his cock.

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Well, this is the big weekend – the Final Four.  Fag Rich got us courtside seats and we are flying down to Atlanta today.  My initial thought was to send fag Rich through security at the airport a few hours before our flight so I didn’t have to be bothered by the delay that his metal adornments were sure to inspire.  Then I thought, WTF, why not enjoy fag Rich’s humiliation and embarrassment. 

And a show was sure expected.  Not only is the fag’s cock cage metal, but he’s wearing a solid metal butt plug that I got him especially for this occasion. 

I was not disappointed.  the fag set off alarms at airport security.  First of all, the body scanner must have shown Rich’s appliances in bold relief on the screen.  The TSA guard called over a few of his colleagues (both male and female) to inspect the screen and they had a few laughs while they held up the line.  I stood there watching, and could barely conceal my laughter.  Rich was turning purple while he stood there in the scanner with his arms above his head and the pits of his shirt showing sweat stains. Then they called Rich into an room for a cavity search – Rich and about three of the TSA guys.  Rich, of course, would first have to remove the butt plug to enable the TSA guys to see that there was no bomb or explosive device up Rich’s cunt.  Only a huge load that I had deposited there only minutes before we left for the airport..  The TSA guys emerged from the inspection room with huge grins and immediately “conferred” with their colleagues about Rich’s predicament. 

Finally  Rich emerged from the anteroom, properly humbled.  The tone for the weekend, I believe, has been set.

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What do you think should be done to fags who are not willing to properly respect and serve their superiors?

Such idiots should be ignored.  Fags are a dime a dozen.  Why the fuck should i waste time and energy on a fag who does not understand and appreciate his role in life. 

If  a fag is already in service to me and occasionally fucks up, a swift kick to the head or swipe at his worthless balls can refocus his attention.  And sometimes something long term, like chastity training, is necessary to refocus a fag whose mind has wandered somewhat.

But a fag who is initially unsure of His role and unwilling properly to serve and respect a Man is not worth the trouble of putting him into that initial focus.  There are others virtually waiting in line.

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There is a surprise in store for fag Rich in Atlanta.

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Yesterday afternoon, we had a meeting at the office and the big boss was there to tell us that the guy who supervises our little unit has been promoted to Assistant Marketing Director, and that I have been promoted to take his place as supervisor of our little unit.  This came awfully fast.  I’ve been here less than a year, and it pissed off my co-worker David who had been at the company a year longer than me.  I guess Alphaness just shows in all aspects of life.  That David was passed over is no surprise.  A dude who will watch while i fuck his girlfriend in his own apartment – twice in one night (see the blog entry below, “A Guy from Work”) – probably does not put out the kind of vibes that will encourage the boss to put him in charge of anything, let along any body.

It’s not alltogether great news however (although i certainly did not turn down the promotion).  I get a decent salary increase, and an office of my own.  But the days of coming to work in jeans and tee shirt are over.  I am expected to wear shirt and tie to the office.  Fag Rich was, of course, thrilled with my promotion.  He insisted that I dress right and so he took me to Armani’s where I got three suits, two sport jackets, five pair of slacks, about a dozen shirts and ties. and three new pair of Italian shoes.  The tab was well into five figures – astounding!  Then afterwards to a fancy restaurant for diner. 

I told fag Rich that none of this would have a bearing on his chastity and that he  could look forward to still being in chastity when we were in Atlanta this weekend for the Final Four.  But I did give the fag an awesome (if I do say so myself) fuck when we got home last night.. 

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Hello Sir. Are you financially well off. How much money do you think fags have given you over the years? Thank you Sir

I graduated college last year and have a good job that pays reasonably well and that presents real possibilities of advancement and career growth.  I am able to support myself. 

But over the years, my fags have enabled me to live a life style that is beyond the ability of my salary to support.  If you have read my blog, you know that I live in Josiah’s luxury condo and will continue to do so even as Josiah himself is living in China.  My fags have given me performance cars, expensive jewelry, clothing, gym memberships, foreign and domestic vacations and designer clothes.  I have credit cards that are paid by my fags.  And yes, i have even been provided with cash by my fags and other admirers.

I do not quantify these benefits because, frankly, I operate on the assumption that I am entitled to all off them; that the lifestyle that they enable me to enjoy is my natural due – essentially that all this comes to me as of right – as does the worshipful service of my fags.  I understand and firmly believe that chicks and fags are put on Earth for me to use and to fuck – that they are part of the Supreme Being’s plan for the world and for me.

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Hello Sir I am an 18 5’5 110lbs fag. How old are you? What are you into? can we chat on yahoo Sir?

I am 23 years old

I am “into” baseball and basketball, working out, good music and mostly, I am into fucking.  Read my blog.

No.

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Fag Josiah really set us up beautifully,  We were at a very exclusive resort on a private island in the Caribbean.  Josiah had arranged for a villa for us right on the beach – the waves lapping up against our doorstep, practically.  Each morning I awoke with Josiah’s hot lips around my cock and to long, languorous blow jobs.  In the afternoons, I didn’t as much fuck Josiah as we made love, in the traditional sense.  In the evenings, Josiah encouraged me to pick up women at the resort bar.  And I did, a different super hot twenty-something each night.  And then I would fuck their brains out while Josiah watched and jerked off.  And when I was done, Josiah would go down on the chick and suck my cum out of their twats.  Josiah said he loved the difference between the taste of my pure cum in the morning and the taste of my cum mixed with a woman’s cunt juices in the evening.  Always knew that Josiah was a connoisseur..

And the women!  The first night was Jennifer.  (again, not her real name).  The next night, unknown to me, was Jennifer’s sister Jane.  Both were super hot daughters of a billionaire hedge fund manager.  The third night was Abigail – who was on her fucking honeymoon.  (Of course, I couldn’t resist.  The following afternoon, I fucked the brains out of Abigail’s groom.  Got their marriage off to a rocking start.  And, as luck would have it, they live in the same city I live in, so we’re all (me especially) looking forward to repeats.)

So, it was a farewell weekend symbolic of our relationship – Josiah’s and mine – full of sex and adventure.  Hopefully I sent the fag off to China with memories that will last for months.  I will journey to Shanghai in three months to remind Josiah of his fag duties.  Flight reservations already have been made.  And yesterday I drove Josiah to the airport.  And I gave the fag a long kiss goodbye at the security gate.  Not necessarily the “Alpha” thing to do.  But I’m gonna miss the fag.

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Sir, i’m a fag in indianapolis, scotty uecrckt (at) yahoo. Could i send a tribute Your way? i love Your blog, i’m so glad i found it this morning. i really appreciate Men like You for doing what You do for us fags.

pup,  It is good that you find my blog enlightening and that it reinforces your sense of your fag self.  it is my intent in this blog to educate both Alphas and fags and also to learn from them.

I do not accept tribute from fags with whom i do not have a personal relationship.  An appropriate tribute to me would be for you to reblog pictures and writings from my blog that particularly resonate with you.

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thanks for your modern attitude. no matter how accepted homosexuality gets in society and politics, hetero males are still gonna be superior to, and worthy of the service of, us faggots. it is my nature to be available for service and for abuse. i accept myself and my purpose. i accept your humiliations and i’m grateful to be of use to any straight man. it’s disheartening that so many heteros pretend to be respectful of guys like me. i’d rather be spit on. and then well skull-fucked. thank you.Anonymous

Anonymous gets it both right and wrong in his message.  he is right, of course that he should be available for service to and use by Superior Men.  But he does not go far enough in this respect.  It is good that he “accepts” that this is his role in life.  But, he needs to understand that such service, use and submission is the very purpose of his life.  This is what gives his life meaning and substance.

I think that anonymous misses the point about growing societal acceptance of homosexuality.  This has nothing to do with his being a fag.  fags operate on an entirely different plane.  The proof of this:  a fag like anonymous must not only serve and accept humiliations (for a true fag, they are not really “humiliations” as much as they are “validation”) from straight men, but also from Alpha homosexuals. 

Being spit on is a natural consequence of his being a fag.  But anonymous will have to earn a skull fucking.

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My fag Josiah has been asked by his company to take on a special project.   Apparently this is a huge feather in his cap and if it works out should put his career advancement on overdrive.  The hitch:  Josiah has to relocate to Shanghai and will be there for at least two years – possibly longer. 

He begged me (literally) to go with him, but I declined for the obvious reasons (the fag follows the Alpha around, not vice-verse).  Also, I have my own job and career to attend to.  I did promise to visit him in Shanghai (or Hong Kong if he can get away) every three months or so. 

Now I wish that I had started chastity training on Josiah rather than on fag Rich.  I’d like to put Josiah in chastity as a reminder of what he really is while he’s off in China being a big deal in the world of international commerce.  But three months of unsupervised chastity for starters is really too risky.  So I’ve put together a collection of butt plugs that Josiah will use at my email or Skype direction.

Josiah is keeping the apartment here for my use while he is gone.  And he and I are taking a long weekend (starting tomorrow) at some remote island in the Caribbean.  Josiah thinks it is to say our good byes.  My feeling is that the weekend is for the purpose of reinforcing in his mind what he is and what his role in life is.

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Now that it is clear that his Harvards will not make the Final Four (they were blown out of the tournament in Round Two, but the bitch did have at least one night of hope after the Crimson made it through Round One) and it is clear that he will not be released from chastity for the Final Four, fag Rich is finally confronting the possibility of perpetual chastity and is starting to get with the program I have in mind for him.

he certainly is not bitching about being in chastity anymore and I am sensing a hole that is a lot more welcoming to my cock than previously.  I think we finally are on the way to transforming that hole into the cunt that it was intended to be, and rendering that mini-dick into an appendage whose primary purpose is to be played with and tortured.

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I told fag Rich that I would let him out of chastity if his alma mater Harvard made the Final Four.  Well, the Crimson outsmarted and outplayed the New Mexico Lobos last night and Rich is beside himself with joy (and anticipation).  Rich has gotten us courtside seats for the Final Four and the bitch will be insufferable if – by some miracle – his team lasts that long.  I am going to add a butt plug to his “appliances” to intensify the tournament for him.  Also, it’s time for the fag to start focusing on his hole.

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About a week or so after he moved in, Mike invited his bf and fb Kai to move in and share his bedroom..Mike had been fucking Kai regularly since the first day of freshman year and they were roommates sophomore year.  I imagine there was a whole lotta fuckin’ going on in Room 302 in the dorms.  Kai was on the baseball team too – sort of a second string pitcher.  He was a decent looking guy, kinda tall for an Asian-American, with a pitcher’s body – firm, slender, wiry, with good upper body.

So, in abut three weeks we had converted Bill’s little suburban paradise to a jock frat house with live-in servant.  Bill was taking to this nicely.  Not only was he doing the laundry and our beds were made up with fresh sheets daily and fresh towels were laid out in our bathrooms every day.   Bill did all the cooking (Bill bought all the food and never asked for reimbursement from us).  And he was keeping the place clean (or as clean as possible with four horny jocks living there, fucking each other everywhere and bringing both guys and chicks over for sex-drenched parties.  And, of course, Bill took jock loads daily.  Best part;  I didn’t have to tell Bill to do any of this.  he just knew what a fag’s responsibilities were and he assumed them.  the bitch obviously was thrilled to have so much raw male sexuality hanging around his house.

But I did have to lay down the law as to Bill’s presence.  First, I wanted him here whenever any of us needed him, and so I told Bill he had to arrange his work hours to make himself available at the house in case any of us needed him.  Fortunately, Bill owned his own business (a sporting goods store in town) and so he could arrange his schedule to suit our needs.  Most importantly, I had to teach Bill about not being in the way – essentially to go to his closet when he wasn’t doing something for any of us.  Bill needed to learn that his closet was where he was to be stored when not in use.  This took some doing since Bill thought that what was in it for him was the opportunity to observe and possibly join n the jock-fun.  It took some disciplining, beatings, ball torture, and ultimately some mind-fucking for Bill to understand the concept of storage.  But eventually, he caught on.  Bill was a good fag.

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Things fell into place as Casa Bill quickly.  Without even prompting from me. Bill started to do our laundry.  Mike was something of an exhibitionist (and with a body like that, why not) and would shuck off his clothes upon entering the  house (sometimes even in the yard), leaving a string of his clothing on the floor as he made his way through the place to his bedroom or the pool or the TV room.  Bill would follow in his wake, picking up his stuff and taking it to the laundry room (and I suspect grabbing a sniff or two of Mike’s sweaty, cum-stained jock).  We would find our laundry clean and ironed and neatly folded and put away.

Maybe Bill did the laundry in order to encourage Mike to go naked.  Bill would simply stare at the boy-god for hours as Mike watch TV, played Wii. or heaven forbid, studied.  (Mike had a fag on campus who attended classes for him and did his assignments, and on occasion took tests for him, so he easily maintained eligibility.)

Bill also started cooking our meals – no easy feat, since Mike must have eaten maybe 30,000 calories a day ( an exaggeration, but not by much).  Bill always had something tempting to eat. 

Bill complained to me that with Mike using his car to get to campus, he (Bill) was having a tough time getting into town to work.  I told Bill that was not my problem and that he was smart enough to find a solution on his own.  So Bill bought Mike a new Toyota.  I told Bill that that car was not suitable for a Man like Mike.  Bill agreed, and so Bill kept the Toyota and Mike kept the BMW. 

After a couple weeks Bill was riding my cock pretty regularly, and Mike was fucking Bill’s ass once or twice a day to boot.  That’s when I brought this guy Kyle, who was on the swim team home.  I told Bill that Kyle would be taking the third bedroom. 

“That’s my room,” Bill said.

“Not anymore.”

“Where am I going to sleep,” Bill asked.  “How about I move back into your room with you?”

I simply stared at him, giving the bitch one of those you’ve-got-to-be-kidding looks.  We walked through the house until I spotted the front hall closet.  “Empty this out and put your stuff in there,” I ordered.  “This is where you live now.” 

The closet wasn’t big enough for Bill even to lay down a mattress and eventually, we went to Costco and got him one of those doggie beds for him to curl up in. 

And that closet became the place where we stored Bill when he was not in use for the rest of the time that we lived there.  It took some mind-fucking to get Bill to understand that the closet was his storage space, but in the end, Bill knew where he stood.

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Bill and I left Starbucks and I followed him home.  His place was about 10-15 minutes off campus, on a couple acres of wooded land – which proved to be convenient.  The house was a three bedroom ranch house, with  a nice in-ground pool in the back.  The pool was surrounded by a really nice patio.  And there was a pool house with a toilet, shower and kitchen behind the pool, backing up to the woods. 

Bill showed me through the house:  the living room, the kitchen, the little gym in the basement, and all three bedrooms (each with their own bath) until finally, the Master bedroom, which was huge, with large sliding glass doors opening to the pool deck and the pool. 

“This will do just fine for me,” I said.

“This is my room,” Bill responded.

I just stared at him.  He squirmed uncomfortably for a minute of so and then  said, “of course, I want you to be comfortable here, Jake.”

I said nothing, because, of course, I was going to have what I wanted and he needed to learn that.  I walked down the hall to the smallest of the three bedrooms (and conveniently, the farthest from mine) and said, “clean out your closet and move your stuff into here.”  And portentously (although Bill did not at that time catch my drift), “that will work for now.”

The next day, I ran into my buddy Mike at the gym at the athletic center.  Mike plays center field.  Mike is about 6’4″, maybe 240 lbs of solid muscle.  While I am firm and wiry, Mike looks like an anatomy text book – every muscle defined.  Mike is fucking unreal.  Mike also is gay, a total top (although he loves to suck my dick and for me to fuck him up the ass).  And Mike is kinky as they come.  I told Mike about my new living arrangement and suggested he come out to take a look and see if it would work for him. 

Bill just about creamed his pants when he first saw Mike, since Mike was dressed in a pair of shorts that were maybe two sizes too small, his thighs threatening to burst the seams of his shorts and his junk on display.  Mike was wearing a sleeveless Under Armour tee short that looked like it had been painted on.  And sandals.  (Mike has really beautiful feet, and we later learned that Bill was a foot man of the first order.)  Bill followed us as I showed Mike around the place as if I owned it.   Bill’s eyes never left Mike and to say that he was aroused is an understatement. 

I explained (didn’t ask) that Mike was looking around to see if the place would be suitable for him to live in.  While Mike was inspecting the house and pool, Bill said to me that he wasn’t going to pay Mike $200 a month to live here.  “No problem,” I agreed.  “But Mike will need transportation to campus, so he’ll need to use your Beamer..”  Bill just gulped, but to his credit, said nothing.  The bitch was learning fast.

Mike declared the second bedroom suitable, and I told Bill to drive Mike back to the dorm to pick up his stuff.  Bill readily agreed.

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fag rich has been in chastity for several weeks now and is making slow progress (if any) in his training.  he persists in the delusion that his sexuality is about his little dick, and will not accept (indeed, I think he is resisting) the idea that his holes are the center of his sexuality.  I told fag rich yesterday that it looks like he will be in chastity for a loonnng time.

In any event, fag rich came though on his promise of tickets for the Final Four.  He texted me this afternoon to tell me he had good courtside seats.  (fag rich has some connection somewhere.  He is always able to get seats that are impossible for anyone else to get.)  the bitch pleaded to be taken out of  chastity as a reward for getting the tickets.  When that plea fell on deaf ears, he said he wanted to charter a jet to fly to Atlanta for the tournament.  That way he would not have to go through airport security.  I told him to book flights on a commercial airline, me in first class and him in coach.

Then I relented (who says I don’t have a heart) and told him that if his alma mater (Harvard) makes the Final Four I’ll take him out of chastity.  Fuck!  If Harvard makes the Sweet Sixteen, I’ll take the bitch out of chastity for the rest of the tournament.  Guess I’m getting soft.

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By the end of my sophomore year at college I had about reached my limits on dormitory living, even though I had moved into the “Jock Dorm” with all the “privileges” and “benefits” that that was supposed to have provided.  Fortunately, only football and basketball players HAD to live in the jock dorm.  Those of us who played so-called “lesser” sports (like baseball – gimme a break) did not have to live in the jock dorm.  (Professor Fag’s place was out because I also was fucking Mrs. Professor Fag regularly and even though each of them knew I was doing the other, it just would have been too awkward; not to mention exhausting and demanding – they both were such needy bitches.)  

So a couple of months before the end of the school year I started looking for a place to live off campus. I checked out an on-line ad (Craigs List, I think) of this guy who was offering to rent out a room in his house close to campus.  We met at a Starbucks and I could tell immediately that the dude was a total fag. (The dude was totally staring at the crotch of my shorts as I made my way slowly across Starbucks to where he was sitting.)  We chatted up and he quickly (too quickly, really) offered to take me in.  After all the arrangements were made, I finally said, “You know, we haven’t talked about how much.”  He (the fag’s name was Bill) thought for a while and said, “how about $150 a month?  How does that sound?” 

“Well, no,” I said.  “I was thinking that you should be paying me at least $200 a month.”  Bill stared at me, saying nothing, his mouth quivering, but no sounds emerging.  After about a minute or so of that, I stood up and started to walk away.  “I guess you’re not interested,” I said. 

“Oh, no,” Bill quickly recovered.  “$200 a month will be fine.”

“And, you’ll want to wash my car once a week” I piled on. 

“Yes, of course.”  Bill was licking his lips – literally.

I moved in that afternoon.  By the end of the week, I had invited a couple of my buddies on the baseball team to move in too.  Bill didn’t know it yet, but his life was about to be amazingly transformed.

For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

My readers know that I just love to fuck, and fucking women is among my high priorities.  Some women really, really know how to use their cunts to satisfy a man,and sex with a woman can be very, very satisfying.  But my readers also know that I can draw real lines between fucking with women and fucking with men.  For example, women give third rate (at best) blow jobs and I won’t even look for a BJ from a woman.  Just not worth the effort or time expended.  Male cocksuckers are sooooooo much better. .And as I’ve pointed out before, when you try to dominate or control or humiliate or degrade a woman you get all screwed up with gender politics.  It’s just not worth the trouble. 

Add to that list, gifts from women.  Don’t get me wring.  I firmly believe that an Alpha Male is entitled to take anything he wants from his fag.  That includes taking his last pair of shoes – cleaning him out if necessary.  But gifts from women are of a different nature.   I have been “seeing”  (that includes social evenings followed by incredible fucking) a woman.  I think in the olden days they were called “socialites” – women of prominent and wealthy husbands with too much money and time on their hands.  In any event the bitch gave me as a gift, a very expensive watch – I mean expensive in the $20,000 to $30,000 range.  And yes, it keeps time.  But the moment I slipped it on my wrist (taking off the $10,000 Rolex that had been given to me by fag Josiah) the bitch wanted my thanks and praise for her good(!) taste.  “Don’t you think it looks great?”  “You need to wear that all the time.” “Now every time you check the time you’ll think if me.”  (9 times out of 10 I check the time on my cell phone.  Watches are an anachronism.)  The next morning, as I left her bed, with her sleeping in it, her eyes covered by a sleep mask, I left the watch on her night stand.  Haven’t seen her since and won’t take her calls or return her texts. 

This underscores the difference between not only gifts, but also sex with women and men.  When you fuck a woman it is like she’s doing you a big favor.  When a woman gives you a gift she expects gratitude and it is always with emotional (and sometimes physical) strings attached.  Women just don’t understand.  But fags do.  When a Man fucks a fag, or humiliates him in public or degrades him, the fag is grateful.  He understands that by doing so, you are giving his life purpose and meaning.  When a Man accepts a gift from a fag, or demands something, the fag looks at this as a validation – of his place (no matter how inferior) in the Male’s life.  The fag properly sees the gift as flowing from the Man to the fag, not the other way around.