This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Easily the most intriguing aspect of the story of Jamie and his straight Alpha Dino was Alpha Dino himself. He loomed over that first post like a heavy thundercloud or some other force of nature. I was salivating over the opportunity to speak with the straight god himself, and Jamie kept promising me that he was willing to speak with me.

And after several tense days, Alpha Dino reached out to me.

Talking to him via email is like trying to wrestle a tornado. There is so much force and debris blowing into your eyes that you almost cannot concentrate, I finally found it best to simply let his words hammer away at my psyche like a jackhammer and succumb to their dark, primal beauty.

Can you tell I’m partially in love with this stunning Alpha specimen?

I’ll give you a taste of how Alpha Dino describes himself and the marriage he has with his fag wife Jamie. This was his response when I asked if he could provide video of his (apparently) legendary cumshots:

I glanced at your site before allowing My hole access and one thing I could not comprehend, why the fucking chastity devices? I don’t ever want to SEE my boys clitdick so it just wears a jockstrap 24/7 but it makes My superior dick jump when something I do or say makes My little cuntboy start trembling and wet his panties. The worst that’s ever happened is it got My leg a little wet once when after chowing on my dick for 4 hours it had cum so many times its jockpanty was soaked. It’s the supreme compliment to My Alphaness. If it takes too long to finish its orgasm then use Your Alpha power, slap (or punch if it can handle it) the cunt and get it back to the job at hand. It won’t take long for Your fuckhole to get the message. its God is what’s important, the cunts clitdick jumping is just a benefit of the honor of serving a REAL fucking Man. A faggot has a difficult life. It doesn’t hurt anyone to give it 5 seconds of pleasure especially when that pleasure is attained by its service to a superior being. Also, I don’t believe a faggot shouldn’t masturbate. I made My cumwhore a pet pen that sits at the foot of My bed. Inside where it sleeps are all My dirty socks, underwear, handkerchiefs etc… for it to play with in what little free time it has. It also gives the cunt a sweet little bed with the scent of its God all around. My faggot sees its little bed as My indication that I care for it and by surrounding itself with My belongings it will NEVER doubt it belongs to Me.I’ve said what I intended faggot. I’ll let you know if I decide to allow other pathetic holes have the opportunity to drool and cum while they see what a REAL Man’s orgasm is really like. sam you do have one thing to be proud of. you seem to be an intelligent cumhole. And speaking of cumholes, it’s time to fill the one I own. 

Startling, isn’t it?

Here’s Alpha Dino’s description of how he came to understand and finally own his faggot:

I am aware of boy’s adoration of me. I appreciate your acknowledgment of it but it is not necessary. You are correct,  before my retard the only contact I had with faggots was to beat them if they hit on me. Boy was different. I cannot describe it. It was something in its eyes at our 1st meeting. I knew it NEEDED to talk to me so, after a sleepless night, I went to the room where it was staying. As we talked I realized that (1) I kind of liked the fag (2) Here was someone who seemed to instinctively know a bit about me and appreciated me as none ever had. (3) I admired its courage in being upfront with me about his instant attraction to me. Also, in public it acted somewhat normally and didn’t fucking float across a room. (4) At the very least I’d get a ‘down low’ blowjob that, if it went well, I could use again in the future. It wasn’t very hard for me to ‘step over the line’ because I was in a dark period of life and also when I am attracted to anyone it is an attraction to the person and not their looks. I knew that as long as this faggot had feelings for me and was discreet I could have some good times with it. As far as my realizing my Alpha-ness, I knew growing up I had something most other males did not. For a time the young Man I was thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t respect most of the men I knew. I thought I deserved something more than them and I actively searched for it without even knowing what it was.  My bitch actually should be and has been credited with helping me realize my potential, which I have reached. The ways in which it loved, worshiped, and served me (perverted and kinky as I thought they were at the time ) helped me see the kind of life I could have. I have rewarded it many times for giving up its life to serve me and for sharpening my own outlook. We are unlike any other Alpha and faggot,  I’m sure. There is an extra something that allows me to love it not only as a worshipful faggot but as my obedient, submissive wife. It took time and hard work,  especially on the cunt’s part, for us to become what we are. I had trouble for years dealing with the situation but life and my hole’s undying love and faithful devotion lead to where we are now. What made Jamie different? Well, he was, in appearance, more of a beta male so I didn’t feel as awkward being seen with him as I did with other faggots at the time. You also asked what was the difference between women and my cuntboy? That’s easy.

Women: high maintenance, dreaming of equality, disobedient, etc…

Faggots: none of the above. Always willing to give, obey, serve, worship, and love its Man.

So their relationship blossomed from there, and, as is typical with faggots and straight Alphas, Jamie the faggot inspired Alpha Dino to new heights of Alpha exploration.

When I met My boycunt even it didn’t know all the perverted fetishes that My Alphaness would inspire. We kind of discovered them together. My superior everything along with drugs and it’s fertile creative mind gave it all kinds of delightfully twisted, nasty ideas of things to perform for it’s God. To satisfy a little of your hungry, perverted little soul I’ll share two or three of My favorites. My absolute favorite is the full-body wash, savor, and worship that I allow it to perform for Me. This is done at least once per week and can take seven hours or more depending upon My whim and its exhaustion level. If I see it’s half dead but still striving to give me all I deserve after many hours I will grab its hair, pull it up to My face, tell it that Daddy loves His faithful cunt, spit a huge loogie in its mouth. It always cums hard because it LOVES My goddamn spit almost as much as it loves My cum. I will then tell cuntboy to eat My hot thick Alpha cum, which it greedily and gladly does. The look in its eyes as My cum hits its guts and I pat its head appreciatively is something I actually cherish. I also enjoy the foot worship which was one of the first kinks that it tried. We were high as fuck one night when it just lost its head, grabbed My sweaty foot out of My sneaker, and pressed the sole against its face, inhaled it as if it were its last breath then shoved the stockinged toes in its mouth and came in a manner that impressed Me. Now all this strange (to me then) shit was making My big nuts tingle BUT it had not asked permission. This was early on when its had absolutely no right to do anything with asking for permission so I’m afraid I smacked My boy’s face then made it remove My socks and lie on the floor about an eighth of an inch from My bare sweaty feet for about an hour. It could not move to touch them. While time passed and it cried silently and begged to wash My feet with its tongue, I thought about how the situation made me feel. Whimpering faggot begging to slurp on dirty feet that had just an hour before had been running around a basketball court and My dick swelled and turned to steel. Needless to say I made boy come to me. I soothed its fears and told it that it could show Me just how completely it loved its God by the almost biblical washing of My feet. It was a very good evening and even I had something to learn. That was its best to take a chance and let the faggot worship Me as it chose on days I didn’t have any definite ideas as to what I desired beyond being worshiped. The cumhole’s favorite worship is burying its face in my armpits and licking and sucking up My funk. It will not stop until I push it away. It is one of My own favorites but the cunt is unaware of that. It is advantageous to Me that it thinks I can take it or leave it. If it knew how much that made the cum churn in My balls it might get a bit cocky so it’s best to downplay that. After our first three years or so My bitch likes to say that it knew how every part of My body looked, smelled, and tasted but one tiny part it was never allowed to touch and that was the inside of My asshole.  It loved and still loves to lick my hairy ass crack.  I allow that often but My asshole is a Man’s asshole NOT a faggots pussy. It does not need to be entered. The day I made it My faggot-wife I had it lying on the bed while I stood and fucked and abused its face. I decided that My faithful loving cunt deserved that one last part of its God’s body so I simply lowered My ass over its face. I heard My precious cumhole gasp as it realized what a gift it was about to receive.  I quickly stated that I did not have a pussy.  I had an Alpha asshole and it could lick that hairy ass crack as long as it desired and when it was ready it could take its tongue and insert it as far as possible into a REAL fucking Man’s shithole. It could not lick inside or move the tongue around, it was to go as deep as it could then it could remain inside Me, savoring My musky funk until it was sure to remember the flavor for life. Then it could remove it, orgasm, and find some Goddamn way to show Me its appreciation for letting it taste the last unknown treasure of its God. 

I mean, listen to this Apex Alpha speak!

I then asked about the stigma of a straight Alpha like him actually marrying a faggot.

It was not difficult at all to propose marriage, I didn’t ask the bitch. I told it that it was to take My name, wear My ring, and submit to Me in this final way. I knew My dirty boy would wet its panties the instant it realized it would have the honor of living life and going to its grave as My wife, My legal possession, and of course it LOVES the world knowing it is MY cunt. I like that as well. I made My fucktoy as respectable as it’s possible for a faggot to be about five years ago. I must be honest, before I took My cunt to a new level of life I thought it had done everything possible to surprise and delight Me in bed. I, for once, was incorrect. As soon as I slid that ring on its finger as My owned fag it surprised Me in creative and unexpected ways. I realized that I had made a great choice years ago when I decided to cunt the bitch. My family really had no idea that I would take a faggot for My wifeslave. Both My mother and grandmother approved of boy as a mate for me without really understanding how their Alpha Child could love a faggot. They did love it though. cuntboy’s mother realized I was as close as her child could get to marrying God. She claimed Me as her own and even admonished faggot to obey and honor Me. None of them could ever hope to understand the situation so I  just allowed them to draw their own conclusions about our relationship. I grew up in New York in a catholic Italian family. Use your faggot imagination and you will realize My family is a bunch of ‘rough customers’ if you are intelligent enough to grasp My meaning. That is one more aspect of My makeup that makes my cumwhore’s pussy clench, Daddy is a REAL badboy. female cunts are thrilled by that aspect as well. I will not answer the ‘do You still fuck bleeding cunts’ question. I will say it has been a long time since I deigned to allow a breeder cunt My magnificent cock. I don’t intend to purposely hurt My wifecunt and if I do take a lowly female I know that My boy understands My needs but it will also crush something in its soul. And that is all the info you need on that subject faggot.

Their life today has many of the trappings of the traditional husband/wife roles.

Yeah My faggot stays home and does all the girly things a submissive cunt is supposed to do and it LOVES performing all the household tasks. What’s more,  it takes great pride in keeping a home that is worthy of My presence. After the privilege of becoming my hole to cum in presented itself faggot gave (its previous life) up to fulfill its destiny and to serve and be a possession of Mine. As if I didn’t have enough reasons to be a proud Alpha and deserved egotist, this undeserving but willing cumhole threw all that to the fucking wind for a CHANCE to belong to Me. As My cum guzzler will happily tell you. I AM AWESOME in every way. I mean what I said though faggot, that Information does not go beyond your faggot eyes and ears. If it is used on your site or you tell Jamie that I told you I WILL hunt you down. It wants no one to know that it was EVER anything but MY faggot cumhole.  Got that, dick licker?

Now, I realize that much of what Alpha Dino wrote sounds punishing and even cruel. I wonder how many faggots out there could’ve handled the 15-year onslaught of Alpha Dino’s power the way Jamie has. But there is real affection and love there, buried beneath the constant aggression and bluster.

I will end this by saying I usually let my boy know in private how much I appreciate and love him. Just this once I wanted to publicly show my feelings for my fucktoy, he’s a good little bitch and he’d better remember his place after all this praise. 

It’s hard to describe what it has been like to get to know Alpha Dino. The best analogy my battered brain can come up with right now is that scene in the movie Independence Day when the giant alien spacecraft comes out of the clouds and starts obliterating everything in sight.

Alpha Dino obliterated me.

Without a doubt, he is one of the most dangerously-powerful Alphas I’ve ever encountered. Life and death seem to be in his hands. He makes me tremble from an email, for fuck’s sake … how would I ever hope to survive in his presence?

I had this hope that he might come onto the podcast and talk about his Alphahood and his life with his fag wife, but he rejected that idea. It might be for the best. I’m terrified to even speak to a literal god like him.

So I sit here in the aftermath of the storm, catching my breath and grateful to have survived with the experience.

Thank you Master Dino!

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Sometimes it takes a while to bring out the fag in a guy, especially when the bitch did not know he was a fag, or a more serious challenge, when the guy has been suppressing his fagdom – trying to convince himself that he was not a fag – for years.

But my roommate my freshman year at college was instant fag.  I could tell when I first walked into the tiny dorm room we had been assigned.  I think his name was Goeff, but honestly, from the very first day I called the bitch nothing but fag.  I didn’t go straight to the room upon registering.  Instead, I went over to the gym to talk with the baseball coach about my scholarship and shit.  So Goeff had pretty much set up his stuff and was relaxing, stretched out on the bottom bunk when I got to the room.  I was wearing spandex biker-type shorts, flip-flops and a sleeveless Under Armour tee shirt.  Goeff’s eyes just about popped out of his head as he sprung out of bed extending a hand to introduce himself.  I suspected that my roomie was going to be my fag.  So I tested this out.  I ignored his outstretched hand, and interrupted him as he tried to tell me his name.  I wasn’t at all interested in the bitch’s name.

“You’re on my bed.  You get the top bunk.”  I’m not usually an asshole, but the situation called for this now.

He hesitated for a moment, and then said “Oh sorry.  I’ll switch now.”

He started to unmake the bottom bunk and make up the top bunk.  I stopped him.

You’ll want to switch mattresses too.  You already laid out on the  bottom mattress, so that mattress is yours now.“

So, the bitch unmade the mattress on the top bunk and struggled with the mattresses.  I just sat on one of the desk chairs, my muscular legs spread and my junk on display through the spandex shorts.  Roomie kept glancing over in my direction.  He was sweating.  We were off to an awesome start.  As soon as he finished making up his bed I said,

“Help me get my shit out of the car.”  And he did. 

Once we got some of my stuff up to the room, I suggested that he could make up my bed since he had done such a good job on his own, which he did.  He also set up my computer, and I commandeered most of his desk for my electronic gear.  He said he didn’t mind since he liked to study in bed.  

“You got a car?” I asked.  He said he had his mom’s minivan for a few days, then he would have to return it home. 

“Perfect.” I said.  “There’s not a whole lot of room for stuff in the Porsche, as you could see.  I got a couple of boxes at UPS.  Could you drive me down so we can pick them up.”  It wasn’t intended as a question or a request.  The bitch understood.  “Of course.”

Walter had shipped up two pretty good-sized boxes of clothes, and bless his fag heart, had included a wallet that had a picture of him and me at the beach and a credit card.  When we got the boxes back to the dorm room and unpacked, there was not enough room in the closet for all of my clothes, not to mention all the boots and shoes that Walter doted on buying me and then worshiping, so I took over most of Goeff’s closet as well.  He said he didn’t mind as he folded his clothes and stacked them neatly in the corner.

I rewarded Goeff’s help by taking the bitch out to dinner at an off-campus restaurant.  We put the top down on the Porsche.  I also offered to drive home with Goeff over the weekend when he returned his mom’s minivan, and drive him back to campus.  The fag just about creamed His pants. 

That (Goeff creaming his jeans) actually came later that evening.  I stepped out of the shower in the bathroom we shared with the two guys in the room next door, and strode into the room naked as I toweled myself off.  Goeff just sighed.

“You like to suck dick, fag?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Yes Sir, you mean,” I corrected.

“Yes Sir, i sure do.”

“The go for it.”

Geoff got down on his knees and reached for my muscular thighs.

“No hands,” I corrected.  “Hands behind your back whenever you’re servicing me.” 

He complied, and went to work on my dick.  I could tell Goeff had had some considerable experience.  After a while I grabbed his head with both hands and thrust my dick deep into his throat which opened up nicely and I skull fucked the bitch.  He blew his load, without touching himself, just about the same time I shot about 6 or 7 searing blasts of my cum directly into the fag’s stomach.  The tone of my first year at college (which also was, as things turned out, Goeff’s last year at college – but that’s a story for a different time) was cast.

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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.

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My current fag is Josiah H.E. Sinclair, III. (That’s not his real name, but his real name has a Roman Numeral behind it and is just as waspy.  I’m just trying to protect the guilty here.)  In any event, I’ve been living in Josiah’s apartment for about 8 months now.  Josiah had been cruising me for weeks at a local coffee shop and when we finally struck up a conversation, I told him that i was looking for an apartment.  He said one was available in his building and that he would get the superintendent to show it to me.  But when I went to see the apartment  I told Josiah that I liked his better, and that I’d be just as happy moving into his place, which was, as it turned out, the most spacious apartment in the building. 

Well, following my usual practice it didn’t take more than a few days before I was sleeping in Josiah’s bedroom, and Josiah was sleeping in the guest room.  Within weeks I had imposed a number of other restrictions on Josiah’s use of the apartment and its furniture and equipment.  Josiah was disarmed and disoriented in his own apartment; although in a practical sense, it has become my apartment.  It is Josiah’s only in the sense that he pays the rent and he takes care of cleaning it and stocking the refrigerator. 

But Josiah is happier than a pig in shit nonetheless because Josiah loves sucking my cock and he swoons over the taste of my cum.  Josiah will do anything for my cum, including sucking it out of the cunts of the various girl friends i bring home.

One of his favorites is the lovely and extremely sexy Taylor, a blond fashion model.  A few weeks ago while he was lapping up a load of my jizz from Taylor’s voluptuous pussy, Josiah overheard Taylor telling me that her best girlfriend was getting married in Paris and how she really would like to go to the wedding.  After I put Taylor in a cab that night, Josiah pleaded with me to let him pay for a trip to Paris so that I could take Taylor to her friend’s wedding.  Reluctantly (!) I agreed. So Josiah has arranged for First Class air tickets, a suite at the Ritz in Paris, a car and driver for the three days we will be there.  And, yet another custom tuxedo for me (my third now since high school prom).

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I played baseball in high school (shortstop -batted third, and pretty good – started all four years).  Baseball is a great game, requiring skill, intelligence and real athleticism.  But it is not a sexy, spectator-attracting sport like football or basketball.  We generally played with only a sprinkling of fans, moms, dads (although not my mom or dad – they were totally uninterested), girl friends, in the stands.  No cheerleaders, no rah rah, no pom poms. 

But my Sophomore year I noticed this guy was always in the stands – sort of off to a side, not with anyone.  Late 20s, maybe early 30s, kinda nerdy.  Too young to be a dad, too old to be an older brother.  And he seemed to be focusing on me a lot.  He was at every home game and pretty soon he started to show up at away games.  I started to wink at him at the end of each inning when I came back into the dugout or when I went into the “on deck” circle before batting.  I hit a home run with two men on base in the bottom of the 9th inning to win the game once, and as I rounded third I doffed my batter’s helmet in his direction.  After that game, he was waiting for me as I left the locker room after showering and changing into cargo shorts, a wife-beater and flip flops, my usual street wear that year.  

“I know you hit that home run for me, Jake” he said. 

“No,” I responded, although surprised that=at he actually knew my name.  “We needed to win the game.”

“Still, an effort like that takes a lot out of a boy.  Let me buy you a steak dinner.  You deserve it.”

What the fuck, I thought to myself.  Either home for dinner for tuna casserole with my mom and dad who could give a shit about my home run.  Or steak dinner with this guy who is a fan.

“Sure,” I said.

“I think you look great in those shorts and shirt Jake, but I don’t think they’ll let you into Mortons wearing that outfit.  Do you have anything else to wear?”

“Nope, all the stuff in my locker is dirty and smelly.” 

He kinda sighed at that prospect, but said, “Well, we’ll just have to get you something to wear.” 

And fuck if we didn’t stop at the mall and he bought me a pair of $300 designer jeans that looked like they had been painted on me,  and a $100 designer tee shirt.  And some expensive cowboy-style boots.  (He really, really liked those boots.)

And when we stepped into Mortons that evening, I noticed that the place went silent.  And I know instinctively that the silence wasn’t for the dude, Walter. 

Walter was literally panting for breath as he tried to order.  So I took over and ordered for him.  I know he was grateful.  Over dinner Walter gushed about what a great athlete I was, how much he admired my skill as a ball player, how he thought i was the best looking guy on the team.  He subtly (well, he tried for subtle, but he was not) speculated that I had the biggest cock in the locker room.  My ears perked up at that.  “How’d you know?” I teased.  (Actually, I did.  Bigger than any of the players, any of the coaches.  longer, fatter. and I was only 15.)  Walter just about keeled over with excitement.   “Would you like to come back to my place?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t know.  I got some homework to do.” 

Well, after a little back and forth I agreed to go back to his place for a while.  (The nice part about having parents who don’t give a shit about you is that you can change plans easily and not even show up and they don’t even miss you.)  We went back to Walter’s luxury condo, and don’t you know that fucking Walter had shrine to me in his second bedroom.  Newspaper clippings about my playing, photos that someone (Walter probably) had snapped surreptitiously, a team hat and a ball that Walter claims was my first homer of the season. 

We sat around, chatting for a while and then I asked Walter to take me home.   He suggested that since it was late (all of 9:30) I should stay the night, but I insisted on going home.  On the way home though, in Walter’s 7 series Beamer I did say that I had a good time.  I specifically did NOT thank Walter however.  But what was left hanging out there was the suggestion (unspoken) that we should do it again.

That was all Walter needed.  We did it again, and again and over the course of some weeks, Walter became my first fag.  It proved to be an education for me – and for Walter.

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At the urging of some of my buds, I am starting this blog to set out my theory and practices in how a real man uses his fags.  A man understands that fags are put on Earth to serve men such as themselves.  A Real Man knows this, understands this and accepts the worshipful service of fags as his natural due.  

Even as a boy, i understood certain things.  I knew that I was a superior guy, a natural athlete and that I was born to succeed in life.  I understood that most guys around me were inferior, and that they could find fulfillment and purpose in their lives by serving men such as me.  I came to realize, early on, that this is the natural order of things – that some men are superior, and that others are born to serve Superior Men; that they NEED to serve Superior Men. 

My first experience in commanding the respect and service of fags was when I was in high school.  I learned that some men just simply needed to give me things and to worship my body; that it gave them deep satisfaction to sacrifice for me.  And I learned that sometimes a Man just can’t have all of his sexual needs served.  The girl may be having her period or sick or tired or otherwise unwilling.  Such a girl rarely gets a second date, but still, the Man’s needs are unmet.  That’s when the fag comes in so handy.  And fags are so willing.  A Man can call them at the last minute, in the middle of the night, or while they are in the midst of doing something that the believe is important to them.  Nonetheless, the fag will drop everything, and brave the gloom of night or awful weather to come to me and service my needs.  And the fag will be grateful.

From that realization, it was only a short step to being aggressive and affirmative in manipulating fags, mind-fucking them, and putting them in the context of their place in the real world.  I see this not so much as controlling them as in giving their miserable lives meaning and purpose.  I see this is my gift to fagdom.

In this blog, I will discuss my experiences in using and manipulating fags, and in enriching my life through their service.  I will discuss some of my past experiences and whatsis going on in my life right now.  I don’t think that I know it all, and I certainly am willing to learn from Men with greater experience.  But i do think I have something to offer other Real Men who understand and are comfortable with their superiority.

About me:  I’m now 22 years old, college grad and professionally employed, about 6 feet tall, firm, muscular body of an athlete (which I am).  Naturally smooth.  Jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, impressively hung and insatiably horny.

I’ll also post pics that I find on the web or in other Tumblrs.  I’ll try to avoid the cute captions.