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Of course, I had no great expectations of the dude on this count. And the dude fell beneath even my low expectations. he can barely type, has no idea how to do the company forms and paperwork, cannot figure out how to enter an appointment on my computer’s calendar. About the only thing he can do is make flight reservations, although his initial instinct was to charter a private jet. When I disabused him of that, he insisted that is I was going to fly commercial I must only fly first class. I criticize the dude’s work and tell him to find some other secretary to show him how things are done, knowing that the dude will be humiliated beyond endurance seeking such help.
But making haircut dude a first class secretary is not what this is all about. First of all, as I explained, this is only temporary. the dude is only holding a place until my permanent plan can be implemented. Second, the dude was badly in need of humbling. haircut dude is a guy who, from every appearance, has always had things go his way in life. Not anymore.,
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do you not even realize how awesomely fucking manly total submissive fag devotion is? it takes balls to be a true fag, leaving alpha-dom to be, ultimately, a form of worship. i don’t blame you: i feel the same way about men. maleness has no meaning if it is unused.
Anonymous presumes to know me when he does not. I understand and appreciate the incredible strength of fags. Self-awareness, especially awareness that one is something that generally is looked down upon by society takes a really strong person. But the real courage comes in acting upon that awareness, in following-through, and actually becoming fag to a Real Man. It takes enormous strength to submit. I recognize my fags for what they are: inferior, fawning, worshipful. But I never think of them as weak.
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Sir it is an honor to allow this 58 yr old fag send u this message. I just discovered your blog. In my mind I live to service the superior str8 man. Will my age hinder my finding a superior man to service ?
It should not. While none of my fags have been as old as you, several have been considerably older than me; as much as 30 years older.
your ability to find an Alpha to serve depends pretty much on your abilities and skills, your submissiveness, your attitude and what you have to offer a Man. your age, as well as your physical appearance, really should be superficial factors. Keep up your search for fulfillment, fag.
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The last game of the season my Sophomore year in college, I leaped (levitated probably is a better word) about 4 feet in the air to snag a screaming line drive that probably would have driven in the game-tying run for our opponent. I came down hard and at a bad angle. The out counted,of course, but I did some serious damage to my knee. The baseball season was over for me and as soon as exams were completed, I underwent some surgery to repair a torn ligament in my knee.
My coach and the orthopod decided on a course of physical therapy.
Therapy started that summer, and my therapist was a woman named Julie, who was in her early to mid-20s, not too long out of sports medicine school. Julie was totally HOTT! Well, as you can imagine, our therapy sessions were spiced by a lot of teasing. The teasing led to flirting, and it wasn’t long before the flirting led to some serious fucking. Julie justified this, reasoning that it was important that she assure that full body functioning was restored, and that frequently (although certainly not always in our case) the act of fucking required the male to put a lot of stress on his knees. So the fucking itself was a form of physical therapy (!). We fucked in the therapy room. We fucked in motel rooms, in my room in the dorm, in the back seat of Julie’s car, and once on the campus green (pretty late at night after a prolonged “therapy” session). I suspect that my physical therapy lasted long after I had reached maximum recovery.
That autumn, after school had started up again, I ran into Julie at a Starbucks off campus. I had just finished my workout and was still in my workout clothes – spandex biker-type shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt. I was sweaty as hell and probably smelled. Julie smiled as I passed her table and invited me to sit down. She introduced me to the guy sitting next to her.
“Jake, this is Trevor, my husband. Trevor, this is Jake, the guy with the torn ACL that I had in therapy last summer.”
Trevor extended his hand. “Hmmmm,” I thought to myself. “How much about our therapy sessions had Julie told her husband,” I wondered.
Trevor tried to make small talk: “I understand you play baseball?” “What position?” That kind of stuff. It was awkward as hell making small talk with Trevor, knowing that at least two of the three of us knew that I had been fucking his wife 3-4 times a week over most of the summer.
But I quickly realized that both of them – Julie and Trevor – were coming on to me. I consider myself a pretty cool operator, but this was a unique and strange circumstance. While Mrs. Professor Fag knew that I was fucking Professor Fag, and Professor Fag knew that I was fucking his wife, here I had no idea how much about my “therapy” sessions with Julie her husband actually knew about. And now, in Starbucks, with both of them coming on to me, I was like a deer in the headlights – kind of frozen. After about ten painful minutes, Julie got up and went to get more coffee for the three of us. As soon as she left the table, Trevor turned to me.
“Julie says you are an awesome fuck, and that your cock is just magnificent.” He licked his lips. ”Thank goodness for open marriages,“ I thought. Mystery solved.
Trevor continued: “I know that she would love more of that. And I’d love to watch. And clean up your cock when you were done fucking her.” Then he added, “And maybe eat your cum out of her snatch.” Pressing his luck, adding, “And lick your sweaty body when you are done fucking my wife.” Trevor pressed on: “And maybe you could fuck me.”
Julie returned with three coffees. “Have you guys worked everything out?” And we had, or more accurately, we did. Julie and Trevor were an on and off thing for the remainder of my college career. I am a great believer in physical therapy.
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Do you have m/any Alpha males following your blog or is it only fags?
A good number of my brother Alphas follow my blog.
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Hello Sir, You are truly a RARE MAN indeed!! It must be an honor for fags to be near your physical being. To be able to serve you must be a privilege beyond imagination!! In an effort to increase the servitude and use of fags to real Str8 Alpha Men, have you ever considered starting a Training Camp for fags? You could staff the Training Camp with ruthless, dominant Alphas who would take the fag through a training and indoctrination regimen to teach it complete obedience to its superiors.
I am dubious about anonymous’ idea of a training camp for fags. fags are what they are – they are born this way and serving real Men is the role that they have been assigned in life. One doesn’t train to be a fag one IS a fag, by virtue of its genetic structure, its psychological make up and its innate submissiveness and subservience.
As to teaching the fag “complete obedience to its superiors,” should a fag be lucky enough to find an Alpha to serve and to accept its submission, that Alpha will want to train the fag to His own particular and highly personal needs. I think the idea of pre-training the fag is not necessarily a good one. Personally, I’d rather not have to untrain the bad habits someone else has instilled in my fag before I lay down my own rules and expectations.
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One of the percs that comes with my new job and title is that I get my own secretary. And I get to hire whomever I want. Well, I gave this a lot of thought and I have worked up some plans, but I am not ready to implement them yet. So I needed an interim fix. Haircut dude immediately came to mind.
My loyal readers will remember haircut dude. he started following me around, showing up everywhere, trying to “be helpful.” Well he was starting to be a real pain in the ass, and so maybe 6-7 weeks ago I sat the dude down, gave him a pager and told him not to show his face until I paged him.
Well, this morning I paged him. I got my call back in about a minute.
“Sorry it took so long Sir, but I was in a meeting and had to excuse myself.”
I was pleased, but not a little surprised, that the dude was still even carrying the pager after I had ignored the bitch for so long. All I said was “Meet me for lunch at 1:00 today.” I named a restaurant, one of the toughest tables to get in town and told him to make a reservation.
“Yes Sir, Of course.”
At lunch, I explained what I wanted. I wanted him to be my secretary, but only for a month or two until something permanent could be worked out.
“No problem Sir., I can take a leave of absence from work.” I have no idea what haircut dude does for a living, but I suspect he’s pretty high up on the food chain, given his $100 haircuts, his expensive suits and the fact that he picked up our $200 lunch without even flinching. I told him that the job paid $60,000 a year, but that the money would be deposited into an account in his name but that was blocked. Only I could withdraw from the account and at the end of his tenure as my secretary, I would close the account and give him what I thought his services were worth. Again he didn’t flinch. the bitch starts Monday..
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Hi Sir, faggot is honored to read and learn from Your blog. faggot is about to move into a new apartment on its own, and is seeking to set it up to facilitate its sinking deeper and deeper into submission so that it is obedient and well-trained when it finally meets an Owner. The apartment has a living/kitchen room, small own yard, and a windowless basement bedroom. Do You have any recommendations about rules, routines, layout, or equipment so faggot can live the life it was destined to live?
This is an all-time first; I am being asked for interior decorating advice. And I am kind of at a loss here. I can go my my own experience. In both instances in which I moved into the fag’s place (Walter and Josiah, whose apartment I currently am living in while he is in China), I very shortly after moving in had the fag redo the apartment to my liking. Even when I did not move permanently into the fag’s place (like Professor fag when I was in college), I did make it known that I wanted certain changes to the lay-out to make me comfortable when I came over.
So I guess the answer to subserve’s question is “not to worry.” If he is lucky enough to find an Alpha to serve, his Man will tell him how he wants the apartment set up and decorated.
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Sir, i have two questions if You don’t mind answering them please. First, how can i find a Real Man to serve? You had found so many fags, how do i find a Real Man or show myself as an available worthless fag to be used by a Real Man? Second, are all of Your stories true? It seems like You have had so much luck stumbling upon fags that it’s almost unreal. Thank you Sir
Actually, I’ve answered both of these questions before. Just scroll through my blog. The reason you find it difficult to find an Alpha and I, as you say, find it so easy to find fags is that true Alphas are rare gods, while fags are a dime a dozen. As to how to find and submit to your Alpha, bearing in mind that we are rare beasts, once you spot one, be aggressive in letting him know your need to serve him. Much like the dude with the expensive haircut, who I have written about in the past (and about whom you will be hearing more in the near future).
As to your second question, I’ve said it before, I don’t write fiction.
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I have never considered fag rich to be a lover of a boy friend or even a fuck buddy. I’ve never considered it to be anything but a couple of convenient holes. Still, in the past, when fucking it, I never went all out. While certainly not “making love” to it, my fucking was relatively gentle.
Until last night.
I woke up around 2:00am, horny as a road. I summoned the fag with the electronic paging device. (I found this little electronic gizmo that attaches to its chastity cock sleeve. I can push a button on the console device and that gives its little cocklet a charge. I can adjust the amount of voltage but I’ve found that a small charge is sufficient to get the bitch’s attention. I don’t want to fry its genitalia – at least, not yet. Very convenient. Whenever I need to nut or to piss, just push a button and ….)
In any event, last night,m the fag was at my bedside, naked, its cunt quivering in expectation in less than 30 seconds.
“Better suck it well and get it plenty wet, bitch. That’s all the lube you’re getting.”
“Yes Sir. Thank You Sir.”
I really don’t know what got into me but when the fag had my cock dripping wet, I just turned it around and plowed into its ass balls deep in one brutal thrust, It gasped and then moaned loudly. I withdrew, reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a ball gag and gagged the bitch.
“Shut the fuck up, and take it like the bitch you are.” I reentered its cunt, which had loosened up slightly, again, balls deep in a single thrust. Then I started long-dicking the fag – for maybe 20-25 minutes, telling it the facts of life (at least the facts of its life) all the while i was fucking its ass. “This is how a man fucks his slave, bitch.” “This is why you were given a cunt – to make me happy.” “You like to have a real man pounding your hole, bitch, right.” And finally, “Take my fucking babies, whore” while I shot about 5 or 6 searing hot blasts of my awesome cum up its hole.
I was spent. Tears were rolling down the fags face. They were not tears of pain, but of joy. I could tell that it was a breakthrough event for rich. it had done a pretty good job of learning that its sexuality was centered on its hole not its dick (which has been locked up for months now). Now, for the first time, it understood what that really meant in terms of the kind of use it could expect. And it was overjoyed at finding this new purpose for its life.
I dismissed the fag and it crawled back to the slave quarters. I didn’t remove the ball gag, and it woke up this morning in a pool of drool.
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A few months ago I wrote about my promotion at work. The head of our little unit had been promoted to Assistant Marketing Director and I had been promoted to his former position. This jumped me ahead of this dude David, who had been employed a year before me and whose nose, as it turned out, was pretty much out of joint on account of this. Like I gave a shit – I had already fucked David’s girl friend – in his own apartment, with him looking on and jerking off. So, i had a pretty good idea (so does the world) what kind of dude David is.
Well, on Friday, the big boss called me in and informed me that I was being promoted again – this time as Assistant Vice President for Marketing, jumping over the back of my former boss, who remains as assistant marketing directer. The big boss likes my style and he says that he expects that my forcefulness in marketing meetings with clients will make for real sales improvements.
I gotta say that my dick got hard when my former boss, the guy who actually hired me, came into my now, corner office, congratulated me, and told me to let him know if there was anything he could do to help me in the transition. He called me “Sir,” this 45 year old career hack.
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do you find fag rich beautiful? are its looks and its physique of an appropriate caliber and masculine character for a fag in your service? after all, i assume that it must meet a certain standard in order to be eligible to be seen with you in public. i would expect, in fact, that it would be a rather exceptional and enviable specimen to anyone other than men of your rare superiority. do you require a certain fitness regimen for it, and direct physical improvements? grooming? attire?
rich is in his mid to late 30s, maybe as old as 40. it has thick, dark black hair and blue eyes. the fag is abut 5’9″ (a couple of inches shorter than me). it is in reasonably good physical condition, not fat, but not thin either, with a little bit of excess fat. (That soon will be taken care of. the fag doesn’t know it yet, but it is going on a diet and will have a pretty strict physical training regimen.) rich was suitable in its old role as fag. But in its new role, I will require it to have a much more impressive bod, and far greater endurance than it has displayed so far.
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Dear Sir, It is both an honor and a privilege to be writing to a Superior Alpha MAN such as you. I have read all 51 pages of your blog with interest and enthusiasm. I want to thank you for your existence and your proper use of faggots. It is only regrettable that society has not sufficiently evolved so that we fags could be used and abused more freely in public by our Superior Straight Alpha Dominators. I only wish I knew someone as ruthless as you SIR. May I write to you some more SIR?
Thanks for your message bitch. you are, of course, right. It is an honor and privilege for you to read my blog. As to society’s evolution on the matter of public use of fags, I believe this is a matter that both the fag and the Superior Alpha need to be aware of. The Alpha has to understand that his masculinity is in no way threatened by a public show of His fag’s worshipful service. And the fag needs to live its life with the understanding of its purpose, and the knowledge that it must perform that service at the will of the Superior Alpha – where He wishes, how He wishes. When this happens with regularity, the world will come to understand and accept what you already know – that that is what fags are for.
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it’s expensive but the DL-2000 is an electro-shock attachment for chastity devices, with remote control… even control through the computer. It’s evil, but looks awesome. dreamloverlabs.com/dl2000.php
Expense isn’t an issue. rich will be paying. I’ll look into it. Thanks for the tip.
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‘Children should be seen but not heard.“
My grandmother used to say that a lot (which probably explains my own parents’ attitude toward me – total avoidance of any involvement in my life and my activities, – as I previously have written).
Well now that fag rich is spending virtually all of his time in my apartment I have come to see my grandma’s wisdom: “fags should be seen but not heard”.
The reasoning behind my wanting fag rich to move into my apartment were multi-fold:
First, it would make the fag available to serve me at any time and for any reason. Bring me a beer. Change my bed linens after I finished fucking this hot chick and threw her out because they are all tangled and cum-stained. Suck my dick. Scrub the kitchen floor at 3:00am.
Second, I saw the fag’s near constant presence as a means of increasing the ways in which it could serve and the opportunities for service.
Most important, I saw this as the next logical step in my campaign to make me and its service to me the most significant and important thing in its life – eventually, as the only meaningful thing in its life.
But, alas, having the bitch around and underfoot constantly is also kind of creepy. The fact of the matter is that while it exists solely to serve me (well, not yet, really, but that state of existence is coming), it is not my job in life to constantly attend to its needs, whether its need is for more and more training and more and more reassurance that it is doing right, or whether its need is to have its hole (which is starting to twitch constantly and to become an insatiable pit) stuffed.
So I pondered a solution to the problem – how to keep the bitch close and available but out of the way and not in my face constantly. A buddy, an aficionado of internet porn, suggested a cage. But frankly, that scares me. I lock the bitch in a cage and go out on a date and the building burns down and roasts fag rich. More significantly, I want that beer, or I want my bed linens changed, or I just want to torture it a little or have my dick sucked. What am I gonna do? Walk over and unlock its cage? That doesn’t make sense.
So I finally decided on an old fashioned solution: slave quarters, or the modern urban version. These old apartments, laid out for living in a different era, work perfectly . Off the kitchen in my apartment is a small bedroom, obviously intended for a maid, with a tiny bathroom. I made the kitchen, that tiny bedroom, that tiny bath and the adjacent laundry room the slave’s quarters. the fag lives there, sleeps there, goes there whenever it is in my apartment, and stays there unless it is doing its chores or responding to my needs. And it says nothing, speaks not, makes no noise of any kind unless spoken to.
Now, to make this really work, I am looking for some kind of collar or ankle bracelet that is electronically charged, and that would give it a minor electrical shock when I pressed a button an a device so that I could summon it from the slave quarters when I needed it. I am sure there is such a device available on the market.
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Assuming rich was faithful while he was unlocked (he said he was, i trust he was), then it’s just about three months since he’s had an orgasm. Congratulations, sir, on training rich to be the sub-man he was always meant to be.
Wow! Has it been three months already!!?? Time flies when you’re having fun. (Well, at least I’m having fun.)
rich swears that he was “faithful” to me during the few days he was out of my control and I kind of have to take him at his word. the bitch told me that it locked itself back up because it understood that it was its hole not its cock that was the focus of its sexual need. In a real sense, things are no different now than when it was “running free,” it is not (yet) under my direct control and supervision 24/7. When it is at work, or running errands, it’s hole still is available to others should it choose to be a whore in addition to being a fag. That is one of the reasons why it is now living in my apartment when it is not at work – to limit the times when it could be “unfaithful.”
But if I ever find out that it was “unfaithful” during those few days, the bitch is dead meat in my eyes. fags are a dime a dozen; I don’t need to put up with any shit form a fag.
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the fag’s life is going to seriously change. This will be an incremental process toward the end of its complete and total dedication to me and my needs, to the exclusion of all else in its world. its service to me will be beyond the limits, because there will be no limits. Or, more accurately, the scope of its service to me will be limited solely by my creativity and imagination. And I am a very creative guy.
Do you think I am pissed!!! Well, yeah!!! the fag had some nerve thinking it could walk out on me. And its arrogance in even thinking that it could set the terms of its service to me is unforgivable. But this has been a growth experience for me. I simply cannot let a fag think that it has the ability to control its life. I need to bind a fag ever closer to me, until it understands that it’s life has no meaning, no purpose, without its service to me. And, I need to arrange matters so that the fag is constantly reminded not only of its need to serve, but of its miserable, lowly status.
All of this will unfold slowly, so that the fag’s tiny brain will be able to absorb it, step by incremental step. There’s no sense in letting a fag know of its descent more than one step at a time.
I took the first step yesterday, telling fag rich that it will be staying in my apartment from now on. it will come here straight from work. it will sleep on the floor in the kitchen instead of in its own apartment upstairs, in case i have need for it. it will go to its office directly from my place.
it just spent more than a million dollars on an apartment and it is unlikely ever to see the inside of it again. But it doesn’t know that yet.
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I had predicted that rich would want back in after he stewed for maybe a week or ten days. It took only about 3-4 days for the bitch to come crawling back. (BTW, those of my readers who ventured an opinion were more than 3:1 that rich would seek to return to being my fag.)
After I threw the bitch out, I took off to the beach with Amanda for the long holiday weekend. (Few things are as troubling as a weekend in the Hamptons with the fashion jihadists.) We got back late Monday night and I spent the night at Amanda’s place. So, I first showed up at my apartment on Tuesday, after work. It was maybe 7:30 or so when I stepped off the elevator. There was rich, kneeling in front of my apartment door. I kicked him aside and unlocked the door and started to enter the apartment. rich spoke up: “Sir, could we talk?”.
“About what, bitch?”
“Sir, i made a terrible mistake.”
“What was your mistake, bitch?”
rich stammered, but finally got it out. “i should never have presumed that i could set the terms of my service to You, Sir.”
“You want another shot at being my fag?”
“Yes, Sir. More than anything.”
“You understand that things will be much different than before.”
Rich knelt there, his lips quivering, and said nothing for at least a minute. Then, “As You wish, Sir.”
“Of course it will be as i wish.” Then I added, “you’ll have to go back into chastity.”
“i already am, Sir. Here’s the key back.”
“Oh?” I inquired. rich explained: “i took the cage off, but it felt so unnatural, my cock swinging free, that after a day, i locked myself back up.”
“Did you jerk off when you were free?”
“Oh no, Sir. i would never do that without Your permission.”
So, you wearing the same cock cage as before? That will do for now.“
rich looked at me warily. I continued: “First thing, we’re going to have your tongue pierced. Fucking your cunt is pretty good – not that there isn’t room for improvement – but you give third rate blow jobs. I can’t have any fag of mine providing less than superior sexual service. It’s an embarrassment.” I stared at the quivering mass of fag-dom kneeling on my floor. “Now get the fuck out. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
And so, the new order of fag rich’s service was commenced.
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On the day after I emphatically advised rich that he was not living up to my standards with respect to keeping my apartment clean (see “Fuck ups,” below) he called and asked if he could come down to talk to me. “Sure.” I had just come from the gym and was relaxing on the couch in a sleeveless Under Armour tee shirt, that was soaked through with my sweat and a pair of skin tight spandex gym shorts. rich did a double take, his lips quivering, when he first walked in and saw me, spread legged on the couch. Then he went into his spiel.
“I didn’t sign up for this.”
“You didn’t sign up, period,” I reminded him. But he obviously had rehearsed his little speech. he paused for a few seconds and the plowed ahead.
“I didn’t sign up to be your housemaid and punching bag.”
“You mean, you didn’t sign up to be my housemaid and punching bag, SIR.”
‘Yes Sir, i’m sorry Sir. I didn’t sign up to be your housemaid and punching bag, Sir.“
“As I said, bitch, you didn’t sign up, period. You’re a fag, and that’s a fag’s life. Your just doing what you were put on Earth to do.”
“Well, I resent it.” Pause. “Sir.”
“You can resent it all you want to, but its the facts of life boy. What are you gonna do about it.”
“Well, I’m not going to do it any longer. I’m 38 years old, a successful investment banker. I don’t have to spend three hours a day cleaning your toilet and I don’t have to go into work all black and blue because You want to beat me up.”
“Oh,” was all I said as I stared through him like a laser.
“I can serve you in some other e\way.”
“You will serve me in the way that pleases me. Do you understand that? That is what fags do.”
He simply stared. I continued, “I guess we’re at a stalemate.” More staring. I reached out my hand. “If you are not prepared to clean ,my apartment as I expect, you don’t need the key to my place.” I held my hand out and reluctantly, rich reached into his pocket and extracted his copy of the key to my apartment. he handed it over. I got up and walked to the fireplace mantel I opened a small silver box that was on the mantel and extracted a key. “Here’s the key to the padlock on your cock cage.” I handed the key to rich.
“Now, get the fuck out.”
Rich looked at me, a dazed look in his eyes. Obviously the conversation had not gone as he had planned. After about a 30 second pause, he slowly turned around and headed for the door. he closed the door quietly as he left.
I’m not a betting man, but I’d bet a steak dinner that in a week or ten days, rich will be back.
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josiah: As my readers know, Josiah was relocated by his company to its office in Shanghai. I have been living in josiah’s apartment while he is gone and I promised to fly out to spend some time with him after about three months. josiah and I have been staying in touch – kind of – by Skype, although the time difference (12 hours) kind of complicates things.
Well, I learned a few days ago that josiah wasn’t alone while we were chatting on Skype. I didn’t so much hear anyone else in the room with josiah as I sensed someone else was there and when I asked him, the bitch was forthcoming. he acknowledged that he had a work associate in the room with him, that he was trying to impress this guy by showing off me as his friend and the Man he served. I was pissed that he had violated our privacy and told him so. i immediately disconnected the call. josiah Skyped me a few days later and apologized again. I told him that I was not coming to China in June, as scheduled; that he could take his first class air tickets and shove them up his ass.
“i deserve to be punished,” he said.
“Your punishment is yet to come, bitch,” I responded.
rich As you know, rich has been assigned the duty of making sure my apartment is clean before I come home from work each day. the fag has been doing a decent job, but not up to the standards of my expectations.
This is where I have been fucking up. I should have called the bitch on it way sooner than last night.
But I came home last night and was in the mood to and had the time to “refocus” rich. I called him down on the phone. “Now!” was all I said when the bitch answered his phone, and he was in the foyer of my apartment, kneeling and trembling (and breathless) within about 45 seconds.
“You call this clean?”
he looked at me quizzically, and that pissed me off, so I hauled up and slapped his face hard. Tears came to his eyes. I dragged him by his caged dick through the apartment, pointing out deficiencies in his cleaning: a streak on the glass topped coffee table, another streak on the kitchen counter, a few crumbs on the counter near the stove, dust balls in corners throughout the apartment. Each time I pointed out a defect I punched or kicked rich, for emphasis. When we got to my bathroom, I pointed out a smudge of indeterminate origin on the inside of the toilet bowl.
“What’s than?”
By this time rich was quivering, not to mention black and blue all over his body.
“i don’t know, Sir.”
“Well, clean it up.” rich turned to head toward the closet with the cleaning supplies were kept.
“With your tongue, bitch.”
rich stopped dead in his tracks, and just stared up an me. I grew impatient and was about to strike the fag again when he crawled over to the toilet, lifted the seat, put his head inside and starting licking the side of the bowl.
I was simply astounded at how low I had brought the bitch. My mind was swimming with possibilities and my dick was rock hard…
