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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…
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Do you keep your fag rich locked in chastity?
rich has been in chastity for the better part of two months now. And he’s beginning to understand that there well may be no end in sight.
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A few weeks after I had dinner and “extra dessert” with mikey’s dad, I learned that I was not the only college jock whose cock had been worshiped by the man. I don’t really remember how the subject came up as it was not my habit then (unlike now) to discuss my fags with others, but I learned that one of the linemen on the football team similarly had been “worshiped” and “entertained” by mikey’s dad. Then I started inquiring discretely and learned that mikey’s dad was an equal opportunity jock worshiper, and that in addition to me, in that and the previous year, he had serviced dudes on the basketball team, two guys on the football team, a sprinter on the track team and a lacrosse player. Little mikey was, in fact, pimping for his old man.
While most of these, as far as I knew, were one-on experiences, mikey’s dad started coming to my games maybe once a month. This attention continued on and off during the off season as well, probably 4-5 times a year for the entire four years of my college career. mikeys dad would call me and tell me he was going to be at such and such game or would be in town on such and such date and would I like to get together. it always involved a gourmet dinner, or a professional sporting event, followed by a night in a plush hotel room, and frequently a parting gift for me – some piece of electronic gear, or clothing, or a gift certificate at a sporting goods store.
I suppose it was inevitable, but eventually mikey joined in. It happened first over Christmas break my Sophomore year. mikey’s dad invited me to go sailing in the Caribbean on his sail boat. Having no home to go home to, I readily accepted. mikey and his dad were the only crew; I was the only passenger. The first couple of days out we wore speedos; after that, it was mostly naked, working on an overall tan. mikey’s dad was brazen in going after my cock several times a day. I would wake up in m bunk with dad’s lips around my dick, and the last thing at night was a long, languorous cocksucking session that could last for hours as mikey and I sat on the aft deck after dinner, chatting and drinking beer.
Then one day, I was aroused to the point where I took charge and dad’s cock worshiping became an intense skull fucking. I grabbed the back of dad’s head with both hands and pile drove his throat. dad started gagging and choking. Throat slime was everywhere and the bitch kept pounding my chest, begging me to back off so he could get some air. After about ten minutes of this, mikey had had enough.
“You’re not doing it right, dad. Let me show you.” mikey elbowed his dad aside and engulfed my cock completely in one … gulp I guess is the right word. There ensued one of the more incredible blow jobs I have ever had. mikey must have had some fish in his genetic makeup, cause I swear, the dude had my cock deep in his throat for maybe 20 minutes and never came up for air. mikey had to have been breathing through his skin. Peristalsis – the same sequential muscular action of the throat that moves food down into the stomach – was massaging my cock and massaging the loads right out of me. mikey’s dad was watching all of this like it was a junior high school science class demonstration. I, on the other hand, was cross-eyed and delirious. I shot two massive loads in the 20 minute, without ever removing my dick form mikey’s magic throat. mikey swallowed every drop…
From that day on, when I “got together” with mikey’s dad, mikey frequently would join in. Those were awesome nights for me – and I suppose for mikey and his dad. And strangely, as much as I would have wanted it, and as much as I encouraged it, mikey had no interest in worshiping my dick in the dorms or in the locker room. The only time mikey would show any interest in my cock was when his dad was around. Musta been a strange Oedipal thing.
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When I was in college the equipment manager of our baseball team was a kid named mikey. he was a pretty good equipment manager, in that our uniforms always were clean and hanging in our lockers for home games or neatly packed in our duffles for away games, there always were plenty of balls and bats out on the practice field, extra cleats available in a variety of sizes in case of need. It got to the point that if I broke a shoelace while tying my cleats, I’d call for mikey and he would just dig into his pocket and pull out a fresh shoelace for me.
Shortly after I started with the team, I learned that mikey also was equipment manager for the football team and the basketball team. I just assumed that mikey just liked to hang with the jocks; that he was another of these jock-groupies – interested in the sport, but not man enough to actually train, practice and play the game.
That was until about mid-way through the season my freshman year. After a game (we had won, 5-2, and I had gone 3 for 4 with a double and a solo home run) as I was drying off from the shower, mikey came up.
“Er, Jake, My dad’s in town. He saw the game and he’d really like to take you and me to dinner.”
The idea of a meal away from the university dining hall was attractive. “That would be sweet, dude.”
mikey and I met his dad at the restaurant at the upscale hotel where his dad was staying and it was a strange dinner indeed. His dad had a lot of questions about the game, the team, my playing, my background. mikey was practically silent throughout and any conversation between mikey and his dad was strained and uncomfortable. I was guessing (wrongly as it ultimately turned out) that mikey and his did didn’t get along. mikey could hardly wait to get away from his dad and as soon as dinner was over, mikey popped out of his seat, claiming to have to study for a test. I rose from my chair too, thanked his dad for the dinner and said I would head back to campus with mikey.
“Oh, Jake, stay,” said dad. “”We’ve got so much to talk about. I’ll make sure you get back to campus.” mikey already was half-way out the door. So I sat back down, and dad and i discussed baseball and sports in general for another 20 minutes over a second cup of coffee. Then dad suggested we adjourn to the bar for a drink.
“Sir, I can’t go into the bar. I’m only 18 years old.”
“Ah, I forgot. You seem so mature. We can have that drink up in my room.”
I was turned on by the prospect of the drink and I was naive so we went up the the man’s room. I won’t relate all the small talk and seduction, but before long mikey’s dad was begging to suck my dick. I was really resistant. How could I face mikey in the locker room, I wondered, after his dad had sucked my cock. “Not to worry,” dad assured me. “Mikey knows that i love to suck jock dick.
“And I love to take jock cock up my ass,” he added.
And so he did – for the rest of the night. I got back to the dorm around 5:00am – in time to shower and head out for my morning 10 mile run. None the worse for wear. And facing mikey in the locker room that afternoon was not as awkward as I had presumed. mikey just smiled and asked if I had had a nice evening.
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If you are only average looking like you claim then how do you get these beautiful women to date you?
I suspect by the same means by which I get so many fags to serve me. Force of personality. Alpha-ness. Sheer animal magnetism.
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Well, the title is misleading. rich knows better than to complain. he knows that he is lucky to be a part of my life, even if that part is to serve me. But over the past few days, I have sensed a note of displeasure on rich’s part – largely focused on my expectation (a nonverbalized expectation, but we have grown beyond the stage where my expectations need be expressly stated) that he care for the women’s clothing in the apartment.
My current squeeze is Amanda, a former fashion model in her late-30s (I would guess) who now runs a modeling agency. (Fashion modeling is a strange profession. The girls are pretty much washed up and played out by the time they reach late 20s or early 30s. A few live on in TV cosmetics ads. But most just drift into something else – like marrying sugar daddies – or exist in that stupor that is the result of the amphetamines that they relied on to maintain those rail thin bodies. The smart ones go on to run modeling agencies. They allow themselves to age with grace and beauty, they put on a little weight and become WOMEN, as opposed to girls.) That’s my Amanda.
In any event, Amanda has not moved in (and I haven’t pressed her to or even suggested that that might be a good idea). But she does stay over from time to time. And when she does, since she’s in a business where people notice what she wears, she keeps a few outfits at my place so she doesn’t have to go to work the next morning in the same outfit she wore to work the day before. rich, of course, is expected to maintain the outfits Amanda keeps at my place. That means caring for her undergarments and bringing her outer garments to the dry cleaners. his displeasure at this aspect of his service is plain from his attitude (and I expect that there will be some “attitude adjustment” in the near future).
But I think the real issue is that on the not infrequent nights when Amanda does stay over, rich does not get those middle of the night phone calls from me directing him to come down to my apartment so that I can fuck his ass. This is a bigger problem. rich knows that he has no right to demand or expect that I will fuck him whenever he wishes (since it is not my role in life to service rich’s sexual needs), but he is resentful nonetheless. This, I suspect, is going take a different kind of “attitude adjustment” and rich is not likely to find that a pleasing prospect.
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I came home form work on Tuesday and the apartment was cleaned up, and rich was no where n sight. he had not done a perfect job, but I was not about to point out the flaws in his work just yet. I noticed that the windows in his apartment were dark when I cam home from work so I assumed that rich finished his chores at my place and went into his office and was working late.
I went out to dinner in a neighborhood spot and ran into a buddy from the gym. We chatted and then hit a couple of bars, listened to some good music and I came home. Woke up abut 2:00am with a real need to nut. So I called rich.
“I need your ass down here. One minute.”
“yes Sir.”
Forty-five seconds later, rich let himself into my apartment and came into the bedroom. he knelt by the side of the bed awaiting my instructions.
“Clothes off, kneel on the bed on all fours, that beautiful ass-cunt up.
rich sprang to action like his life depended on it (as, in a way, it does).
And I was on him and in him like an animal. No prelims; I was balls deep in one thrust and then i piston fucked to climax in an unusually short time..
rich was breathless. I withdrew and rolled over on my back.
“Clean me off and get the fuck out. I need some sleep.”
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That last post about yourself and what makes an Alpha Man. That was SO on point and well worded. Goes back to my previous post to You. The brain is what truly makes and Alpha, and the actions that follow through. Thank you Sir, for wording that so other fags can “get it”. Once they understand their place, and Your place, then the world could be a fucking great place. I know my place and I embrace it. I will continue to follow your intriguing blog here, and spread the word.
The world truly is a better place when fags know their place.
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Can we see a picture of the stud Sir ?! I just recently started following and would truly love to see the Sir
There are no pictures of me or of any of my fags on my blog. For the time being, I prefer to keep it that way. My thoughts on this may change as time goes by.
I can tell you, however, that you are likely to be unimpressed by my physical appearance, even if I did post a pic of myself on my blog. I am quite ordinary looking. I was (and am) an athlete, and I have a pretty good body; not like those super defined or bulked out models whose pics I put on my blog. But a decent athlete’s body nonetheless – firm, tight, little body fat. I am just a shade under 6 feet tall and i weigh about 160-165 lbs. I have light brown hair, styled short, and killer green eyes. I think that what makes a Man an Alpha is not so much his physical appearance but rather, his bearing – how he moves, how he carries himself, how he reacts to the world around him. And, of course, his brain – how he thinks and how he translates those thoughts into action. Those things would not show up on a photograph in any event.
My dick probably is somewhat larger than ordinary, but certainly is not impressively massive. And I think it probably is a little thicker than most. I am blessed with balls that do the work of three or four men – literally. I can cum buckets or drop loads repeatedly. But again, what makes a man an Alpha is not so much what he’s got, but how he uses it.
