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Yesterday afternoon, we had a meeting at the office and the big boss was there to tell us that the guy who supervises our little unit has been promoted to Assistant Marketing Director, and that I have been promoted to take his place as supervisor of our little unit. This came awfully fast. I’ve been here less than a year, and it pissed off my co-worker David who had been at the company a year longer than me. I guess Alphaness just shows in all aspects of life. That David was passed over is no surprise. A dude who will watch while i fuck his girlfriend in his own apartment – twice in one night (see the blog entry below, “A Guy from Work”) – probably does not put out the kind of vibes that will encourage the boss to put him in charge of anything, let along any body.
It’s not alltogether great news however (although i certainly did not turn down the promotion). I get a decent salary increase, and an office of my own. But the days of coming to work in jeans and tee shirt are over. I am expected to wear shirt and tie to the office. Fag Rich was, of course, thrilled with my promotion. He insisted that I dress right and so he took me to Armani’s where I got three suits, two sport jackets, five pair of slacks, about a dozen shirts and ties. and three new pair of Italian shoes. The tab was well into five figures – astounding! Then afterwards to a fancy restaurant for diner.
I told fag Rich that none of this would have a bearing on his chastity and that he could look forward to still being in chastity when we were in Atlanta this weekend for the Final Four. But I did give the fag an awesome (if I do say so myself) fuck when we got home last night..
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Hello Sir. Are you financially well off. How much money do you think fags have given you over the years? Thank you Sir
I graduated college last year and have a good job that pays reasonably well and that presents real possibilities of advancement and career growth. I am able to support myself.
But over the years, my fags have enabled me to live a life style that is beyond the ability of my salary to support. If you have read my blog, you know that I live in Josiah’s luxury condo and will continue to do so even as Josiah himself is living in China. My fags have given me performance cars, expensive jewelry, clothing, gym memberships, foreign and domestic vacations and designer clothes. I have credit cards that are paid by my fags. And yes, i have even been provided with cash by my fags and other admirers.
I do not quantify these benefits because, frankly, I operate on the assumption that I am entitled to all off them; that the lifestyle that they enable me to enjoy is my natural due – essentially that all this comes to me as of right – as does the worshipful service of my fags. I understand and firmly believe that chicks and fags are put on Earth for me to use and to fuck – that they are part of the Supreme Being’s plan for the world and for me.
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Hello Sir I am an 18 5’5 110lbs fag. How old are you? What are you into? can we chat on yahoo Sir?
I am 23 years old
I am “into” baseball and basketball, working out, good music and mostly, I am into fucking. Read my blog.
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Fag Josiah really set us up beautifully, We were at a very exclusive resort on a private island in the Caribbean. Josiah had arranged for a villa for us right on the beach – the waves lapping up against our doorstep, practically. Each morning I awoke with Josiah’s hot lips around my cock and to long, languorous blow jobs. In the afternoons, I didn’t as much fuck Josiah as we made love, in the traditional sense. In the evenings, Josiah encouraged me to pick up women at the resort bar. And I did, a different super hot twenty-something each night. And then I would fuck their brains out while Josiah watched and jerked off. And when I was done, Josiah would go down on the chick and suck my cum out of their twats. Josiah said he loved the difference between the taste of my pure cum in the morning and the taste of my cum mixed with a woman’s cunt juices in the evening. Always knew that Josiah was a connoisseur..
And the women! The first night was Jennifer. (again, not her real name). The next night, unknown to me, was Jennifer’s sister Jane. Both were super hot daughters of a billionaire hedge fund manager. The third night was Abigail – who was on her fucking honeymoon. (Of course, I couldn’t resist. The following afternoon, I fucked the brains out of Abigail’s groom. Got their marriage off to a rocking start. And, as luck would have it, they live in the same city I live in, so we’re all (me especially) looking forward to repeats.)
So, it was a farewell weekend symbolic of our relationship – Josiah’s and mine – full of sex and adventure. Hopefully I sent the fag off to China with memories that will last for months. I will journey to Shanghai in three months to remind Josiah of his fag duties. Flight reservations already have been made. And yesterday I drove Josiah to the airport. And I gave the fag a long kiss goodbye at the security gate. Not necessarily the “Alpha” thing to do. But I’m gonna miss the fag.
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Sir, i’m a fag in indianapolis, scotty uecrckt (at) yahoo. Could i send a tribute Your way? i love Your blog, i’m so glad i found it this morning. i really appreciate Men like You for doing what You do for us fags.
pup, It is good that you find my blog enlightening and that it reinforces your sense of your fag self. it is my intent in this blog to educate both Alphas and fags and also to learn from them.
I do not accept tribute from fags with whom i do not have a personal relationship. An appropriate tribute to me would be for you to reblog pictures and writings from my blog that particularly resonate with you.
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thanks for your modern attitude. no matter how accepted homosexuality gets in society and politics, hetero males are still gonna be superior to, and worthy of the service of, us faggots. it is my nature to be available for service and for abuse. i accept myself and my purpose. i accept your humiliations and i’m grateful to be of use to any straight man. it’s disheartening that so many heteros pretend to be respectful of guys like me. i’d rather be spit on. and then well skull-fucked. thank you.Anonymous
Anonymous gets it both right and wrong in his message. he is right, of course that he should be available for service to and use by Superior Men. But he does not go far enough in this respect. It is good that he “accepts” that this is his role in life. But, he needs to understand that such service, use and submission is the very purpose of his life. This is what gives his life meaning and substance.
I think that anonymous misses the point about growing societal acceptance of homosexuality. This has nothing to do with his being a fag. fags operate on an entirely different plane. The proof of this: a fag like anonymous must not only serve and accept humiliations (for a true fag, they are not really “humiliations” as much as they are “validation”) from straight men, but also from Alpha homosexuals.
Being spit on is a natural consequence of his being a fag. But anonymous will have to earn a skull fucking.
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My fag Josiah has been asked by his company to take on a special project. Apparently this is a huge feather in his cap and if it works out should put his career advancement on overdrive. The hitch: Josiah has to relocate to Shanghai and will be there for at least two years – possibly longer.
He begged me (literally) to go with him, but I declined for the obvious reasons (the fag follows the Alpha around, not vice-verse). Also, I have my own job and career to attend to. I did promise to visit him in Shanghai (or Hong Kong if he can get away) every three months or so.
Now I wish that I had started chastity training on Josiah rather than on fag Rich. I’d like to put Josiah in chastity as a reminder of what he really is while he’s off in China being a big deal in the world of international commerce. But three months of unsupervised chastity for starters is really too risky. So I’ve put together a collection of butt plugs that Josiah will use at my email or Skype direction.
Josiah is keeping the apartment here for my use while he is gone. And he and I are taking a long weekend (starting tomorrow) at some remote island in the Caribbean. Josiah thinks it is to say our good byes. My feeling is that the weekend is for the purpose of reinforcing in his mind what he is and what his role in life is.
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Now that it is clear that his Harvards will not make the Final Four (they were blown out of the tournament in Round Two, but the bitch did have at least one night of hope after the Crimson made it through Round One) and it is clear that he will not be released from chastity for the Final Four, fag Rich is finally confronting the possibility of perpetual chastity and is starting to get with the program I have in mind for him.
he certainly is not bitching about being in chastity anymore and I am sensing a hole that is a lot more welcoming to my cock than previously. I think we finally are on the way to transforming that hole into the cunt that it was intended to be, and rendering that mini-dick into an appendage whose primary purpose is to be played with and tortured.
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I told fag Rich that I would let him out of chastity if his alma mater Harvard made the Final Four. Well, the Crimson outsmarted and outplayed the New Mexico Lobos last night and Rich is beside himself with joy (and anticipation). Rich has gotten us courtside seats for the Final Four and the bitch will be insufferable if – by some miracle – his team lasts that long. I am going to add a butt plug to his “appliances” to intensify the tournament for him. Also, it’s time for the fag to start focusing on his hole.
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About a week or so after he moved in, Mike invited his bf and fb Kai to move in and share his bedroom..Mike had been fucking Kai regularly since the first day of freshman year and they were roommates sophomore year. I imagine there was a whole lotta fuckin’ going on in Room 302 in the dorms. Kai was on the baseball team too – sort of a second string pitcher. He was a decent looking guy, kinda tall for an Asian-American, with a pitcher’s body – firm, slender, wiry, with good upper body.
So, in abut three weeks we had converted Bill’s little suburban paradise to a jock frat house with live-in servant. Bill was taking to this nicely. Not only was he doing the laundry and our beds were made up with fresh sheets daily and fresh towels were laid out in our bathrooms every day. Bill did all the cooking (Bill bought all the food and never asked for reimbursement from us). And he was keeping the place clean (or as clean as possible with four horny jocks living there, fucking each other everywhere and bringing both guys and chicks over for sex-drenched parties. And, of course, Bill took jock loads daily. Best part; I didn’t have to tell Bill to do any of this. he just knew what a fag’s responsibilities were and he assumed them. the bitch obviously was thrilled to have so much raw male sexuality hanging around his house.
But I did have to lay down the law as to Bill’s presence. First, I wanted him here whenever any of us needed him, and so I told Bill he had to arrange his work hours to make himself available at the house in case any of us needed him. Fortunately, Bill owned his own business (a sporting goods store in town) and so he could arrange his schedule to suit our needs. Most importantly, I had to teach Bill about not being in the way – essentially to go to his closet when he wasn’t doing something for any of us. Bill needed to learn that his closet was where he was to be stored when not in use. This took some doing since Bill thought that what was in it for him was the opportunity to observe and possibly join n the jock-fun. It took some disciplining, beatings, ball torture, and ultimately some mind-fucking for Bill to understand the concept of storage. But eventually, he caught on. Bill was a good fag.
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Things fell into place as Casa Bill quickly. Without even prompting from me. Bill started to do our laundry. Mike was something of an exhibitionist (and with a body like that, why not) and would shuck off his clothes upon entering the house (sometimes even in the yard), leaving a string of his clothing on the floor as he made his way through the place to his bedroom or the pool or the TV room. Bill would follow in his wake, picking up his stuff and taking it to the laundry room (and I suspect grabbing a sniff or two of Mike’s sweaty, cum-stained jock). We would find our laundry clean and ironed and neatly folded and put away.
Maybe Bill did the laundry in order to encourage Mike to go naked. Bill would simply stare at the boy-god for hours as Mike watch TV, played Wii. or heaven forbid, studied. (Mike had a fag on campus who attended classes for him and did his assignments, and on occasion took tests for him, so he easily maintained eligibility.)
Bill also started cooking our meals – no easy feat, since Mike must have eaten maybe 30,000 calories a day ( an exaggeration, but not by much). Bill always had something tempting to eat.
Bill complained to me that with Mike using his car to get to campus, he (Bill) was having a tough time getting into town to work. I told Bill that was not my problem and that he was smart enough to find a solution on his own. So Bill bought Mike a new Toyota. I told Bill that that car was not suitable for a Man like Mike. Bill agreed, and so Bill kept the Toyota and Mike kept the BMW.
After a couple weeks Bill was riding my cock pretty regularly, and Mike was fucking Bill’s ass once or twice a day to boot. That’s when I brought this guy Kyle, who was on the swim team home. I told Bill that Kyle would be taking the third bedroom.
“That’s my room,” Bill said.
“Not anymore.”
“Where am I going to sleep,” Bill asked. “How about I move back into your room with you?”
I simply stared at him, giving the bitch one of those you’ve-got-to-be-kidding looks. We walked through the house until I spotted the front hall closet. “Empty this out and put your stuff in there,” I ordered. “This is where you live now.”
The closet wasn’t big enough for Bill even to lay down a mattress and eventually, we went to Costco and got him one of those doggie beds for him to curl up in.
And that closet became the place where we stored Bill when he was not in use for the rest of the time that we lived there. It took some mind-fucking to get Bill to understand that the closet was his storage space, but in the end, Bill knew where he stood.
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Bill and I left Starbucks and I followed him home. His place was about 10-15 minutes off campus, on a couple acres of wooded land – which proved to be convenient. The house was a three bedroom ranch house, with a nice in-ground pool in the back. The pool was surrounded by a really nice patio. And there was a pool house with a toilet, shower and kitchen behind the pool, backing up to the woods.
Bill showed me through the house: the living room, the kitchen, the little gym in the basement, and all three bedrooms (each with their own bath) until finally, the Master bedroom, which was huge, with large sliding glass doors opening to the pool deck and the pool.
“This will do just fine for me,” I said.
“This is my room,” Bill responded.
I just stared at him. He squirmed uncomfortably for a minute of so and then said, “of course, I want you to be comfortable here, Jake.”
I said nothing, because, of course, I was going to have what I wanted and he needed to learn that. I walked down the hall to the smallest of the three bedrooms (and conveniently, the farthest from mine) and said, “clean out your closet and move your stuff into here.” And portentously (although Bill did not at that time catch my drift), “that will work for now.”
The next day, I ran into my buddy Mike at the gym at the athletic center. Mike plays center field. Mike is about 6’4″, maybe 240 lbs of solid muscle. While I am firm and wiry, Mike looks like an anatomy text book – every muscle defined. Mike is fucking unreal. Mike also is gay, a total top (although he loves to suck my dick and for me to fuck him up the ass). And Mike is kinky as they come. I told Mike about my new living arrangement and suggested he come out to take a look and see if it would work for him.
Bill just about creamed his pants when he first saw Mike, since Mike was dressed in a pair of shorts that were maybe two sizes too small, his thighs threatening to burst the seams of his shorts and his junk on display. Mike was wearing a sleeveless Under Armour tee short that looked like it had been painted on. And sandals. (Mike has really beautiful feet, and we later learned that Bill was a foot man of the first order.) Bill followed us as I showed Mike around the place as if I owned it. Bill’s eyes never left Mike and to say that he was aroused is an understatement.
I explained (didn’t ask) that Mike was looking around to see if the place would be suitable for him to live in. While Mike was inspecting the house and pool, Bill said to me that he wasn’t going to pay Mike $200 a month to live here. “No problem,” I agreed. “But Mike will need transportation to campus, so he’ll need to use your Beamer..” Bill just gulped, but to his credit, said nothing. The bitch was learning fast.
Mike declared the second bedroom suitable, and I told Bill to drive Mike back to the dorm to pick up his stuff. Bill readily agreed.
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fag rich has been in chastity for several weeks now and is making slow progress (if any) in his training. he persists in the delusion that his sexuality is about his little dick, and will not accept (indeed, I think he is resisting) the idea that his holes are the center of his sexuality. I told fag rich yesterday that it looks like he will be in chastity for a loonnng time.
In any event, fag rich came though on his promise of tickets for the Final Four. He texted me this afternoon to tell me he had good courtside seats. (fag rich has some connection somewhere. He is always able to get seats that are impossible for anyone else to get.) the bitch pleaded to be taken out of chastity as a reward for getting the tickets. When that plea fell on deaf ears, he said he wanted to charter a jet to fly to Atlanta for the tournament. That way he would not have to go through airport security. I told him to book flights on a commercial airline, me in first class and him in coach.
Then I relented (who says I don’t have a heart) and told him that if his alma mater (Harvard) makes the Final Four I’ll take him out of chastity. Fuck! If Harvard makes the Sweet Sixteen, I’ll take the bitch out of chastity for the rest of the tournament. Guess I’m getting soft.
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By the end of my sophomore year at college I had about reached my limits on dormitory living, even though I had moved into the “Jock Dorm” with all the “privileges” and “benefits” that that was supposed to have provided. Fortunately, only football and basketball players HAD to live in the jock dorm. Those of us who played so-called “lesser” sports (like baseball – gimme a break) did not have to live in the jock dorm. (Professor Fag’s place was out because I also was fucking Mrs. Professor Fag regularly and even though each of them knew I was doing the other, it just would have been too awkward; not to mention exhausting and demanding – they both were such needy bitches.)
So a couple of months before the end of the school year I started looking for a place to live off campus. I checked out an on-line ad (Craigs List, I think) of this guy who was offering to rent out a room in his house close to campus. We met at a Starbucks and I could tell immediately that the dude was a total fag. (The dude was totally staring at the crotch of my shorts as I made my way slowly across Starbucks to where he was sitting.) We chatted up and he quickly (too quickly, really) offered to take me in. After all the arrangements were made, I finally said, “You know, we haven’t talked about how much.” He (the fag’s name was Bill) thought for a while and said, “how about $150 a month? How does that sound?”
“Well, no,” I said. “I was thinking that you should be paying me at least $200 a month.” Bill stared at me, saying nothing, his mouth quivering, but no sounds emerging. After about a minute or so of that, I stood up and started to walk away. “I guess you’re not interested,” I said.
“Oh, no,” Bill quickly recovered. “$200 a month will be fine.”
“And, you’ll want to wash my car once a week” I piled on.
“Yes, of course.” Bill was licking his lips – literally.
I moved in that afternoon. By the end of the week, I had invited a couple of my buddies on the baseball team to move in too. Bill didn’t know it yet, but his life was about to be amazingly transformed.
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My readers know that I just love to fuck, and fucking women is among my high priorities. Some women really, really know how to use their cunts to satisfy a man,and sex with a woman can be very, very satisfying. But my readers also know that I can draw real lines between fucking with women and fucking with men. For example, women give third rate (at best) blow jobs and I won’t even look for a BJ from a woman. Just not worth the effort or time expended. Male cocksuckers are sooooooo much better. .And as I’ve pointed out before, when you try to dominate or control or humiliate or degrade a woman you get all screwed up with gender politics. It’s just not worth the trouble.
Add to that list, gifts from women. Don’t get me wring. I firmly believe that an Alpha Male is entitled to take anything he wants from his fag. That includes taking his last pair of shoes – cleaning him out if necessary. But gifts from women are of a different nature. I have been “seeing” (that includes social evenings followed by incredible fucking) a woman. I think in the olden days they were called “socialites” – women of prominent and wealthy husbands with too much money and time on their hands. In any event the bitch gave me as a gift, a very expensive watch – I mean expensive in the $20,000 to $30,000 range. And yes, it keeps time. But the moment I slipped it on my wrist (taking off the $10,000 Rolex that had been given to me by fag Josiah) the bitch wanted my thanks and praise for her good(!) taste. “Don’t you think it looks great?” “You need to wear that all the time.” “Now every time you check the time you’ll think if me.” (9 times out of 10 I check the time on my cell phone. Watches are an anachronism.) The next morning, as I left her bed, with her sleeping in it, her eyes covered by a sleep mask, I left the watch on her night stand. Haven’t seen her since and won’t take her calls or return her texts.
This underscores the difference between not only gifts, but also sex with women and men. When you fuck a woman it is like she’s doing you a big favor. When a woman gives you a gift she expects gratitude and it is always with emotional (and sometimes physical) strings attached. Women just don’t understand. But fags do. When a Man fucks a fag, or humiliates him in public or degrades him, the fag is grateful. He understands that by doing so, you are giving his life purpose and meaning. When a Man accepts a gift from a fag, or demands something, the fag looks at this as a validation – of his place (no matter how inferior) in the Male’s life. The fag properly sees the gift as flowing from the Man to the fag, not the other way around.
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In two words: “Not much.”
Fag Rich has not gotten with the program. It’s been only a couple of days and the bitch is complaining that he is horny. I explained to Rich that that is the whole purpose of putting him in chastity – for him to understand that his horniness is of no consequence and that eventually he needs to learn that his life is not about satisfying his horniness, but rather it is about him satisfying mine. Ultimately, his horniness will be transferred from his cock to his hole. Once that happens, he will be pleased to know that he will be able to satisfy his horniness by satisfying mine.
He says that he resents having to sit to pee. I reminded him that only real men stand when they piss. He needs to get used to it, because even when the chastity device comes off – if it ever comes off – he will sit to piss.
In desperation, he complained about the metal cock cage and asked if he could have one of those all plastic ones. I said hygiene was difficult if not impossible with the all plastic ones and that I didn’t want a fag hanging around who smelled like a sewer. He said that he traveled a lot for work and the metal cage would give him trouble at airport security. I said; “How is that my problem?” Fag Rich is only beginning to get the picture.
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My fag Rich is starting to become troublesome. This is part of the reason, as I explained below, I like to deal with one fag at a time. My main fag, Josiah, is easy. He’s compliant, content with his station in life, anxious to please, yet he understands that he needs to stay out of the way and let me live my life. Josiah understands that his purpose for living is to serve real men, and he is gratified beyond belief that I have given him that opportunity to find purpose and meaning in his life.
fag Rich, on the other hand, thinks he’s one of the guys. Saturday night Rich wanted to go to this hot club downtown, where he always gets past the doorman. We’ve gone there once before, and like that time, Rich and I picked up a couple of girls and took them back to Rich’s place. Once again, Rich was unable to completely satisfy the lady and I had to follow through with his chick after satisfying my own lady. Not only do I resent having to finish up for him, but i find his attitude disrespectful.
Rich needs to understand that he is not my friend or buddy or even my wingman; that he is my fag. That his purpose is to serve me. I am not here to help him pick up ladies – and I def am not here to finish up with the ladies for him. The problem is that Rich still thinks of himself as a sexual being. And so I have decided to put the bitch in chastity until he learns that his primary sex organ is his asshole (and sometimes his throat) and not his little dick. My sense is that Rich is a slow learner and is likely to be in chastity for a while.
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There’s this guy at work, David. He’s a year older than me, graduated Penn State a year before I graduated college. He’s been at the job one year more than me. David and I are the two youngest guys in the office. When I started work the boss introduced me to David. He told David to show me around and make sure I know what’s up. By that, I’m sure the boss meant to show me where the Xerox machine and men’s room were and how to draw supplies from the supply closet. David took it to mean that he was to be my boss of sorts, and he soon became overbearing, wanting to edit and approve my work before I sent it on to my real boss – that kind of stuff. I firmly and gently, but quickly, disabused David of that delusion and a kind of uneasy truce has existed between us ever since. We are the two youngest guys in the office, and in that sense we hang together and help each other out. But David knows that he most def is NOT my supervisor in any sense of the word.
Well, a couple months ago, I’m sitting in the bar at a hotel not far from the office, waiting for this girl I’m supposed to hook up with. Who walks in but David and his girlfriend and they sit at a table next to mine. David introduces me to his girlfriend, Jasmyn, and asks me what’s up. I tell him that I am in the process of being stood up. “The bitch just texted me and said her aunt suddenly came in from out of town. Can you believe it!! I haven’t been stood up by a girl since 7th grade.” We had a good laugh at that. Well, David and Jasmyn did; I was still a little hurt.. We made small talk while we each finished our drinks. Jasmyn flirted some, I suppose to make me feel better about having been stood up. I flirted back. When it was time to order another round. I begged off, saying I thought I’d go somewhere for a bite to eat. Jasmyn spoke up: “Our place is close by. Why don’t you come home with us and I’ll throw together a salad or something?” David looked only slightly surprised, but the three of us headed off. I picked up the bar tab with one of the Josiah-paid credit cards.
We get to their place and David immediately heads to the kitchen to mix another round of drinks,, Jasmyn sits me on the two seater couch in the living room and plops down next to me, and picks up on the flirting, but more intense. She’s groping my genitals through my trousers, and by the time David emerges from the kitchen with the drinks, Jasmyn has my shirt off and she’s nursing on my nipples while her hand in in the waistband of my pants, fondling my genitals, which are, as usual, readily accessible since i don’t wear underwear. Strange. David says nothing, but he sits down in a chair across the room and watches the action.
And the pace of the action picks up considerably. Within minutes, Jasmyn has me undressed and I’ve helped the lady slip off her dress. Jasmyn too, is not wearing underwear (can women go “commando”?) and i am eating out Jasmyn’s pussy. After a good 15-20 minutes of that, Jasmyn and I are fucking like rabbits on the couch. David has put down his drink, pulled out his cock and is jerking off like a school boy. Jasmyn has two orgasms. On the second of these, I unload with a 4 day supply of cum. Jasmyn is in ecstasy. David had shot about three loads into his hand and eaten them (although it was difficult for me to keep count of David’s activities, the lady commanding the vast bulk of my attention).
After the sex, Jasmyn get off the couch and still naked, goes into the kitchen to make some dinner. It is awkward as hell to try to make small talk with David, so I walk into the kitchen, naked as well, and take Jasmyn from behind while she’s at the sink, washing vegetables. David is standing in the doorway, still dressed, but with his fly undone and his cock and balls hanging out, jerking off while I am fucking his girlfriend’s ass and fingering her pussy. Jasmyn has her third orgasm of the night.
Well, a salad finally gets thrown together, and the three of us sit down to eat (David dressed, Jasmyn and I still naked}. After dinner, I dress, peck the lady on the cheek and excuse myself.
Since that evening, David and I have had an uneasy truce at the office. We never mentions that evening again, except periodically, David invites me over to dinner with them. I always decline. David complains that Jasmyn will not have sex with him anymore. I tell him to be patient, she’s a good woman and a hell of a sexpot. She’s as horny as a toad and she’ll come around..
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Less is more, they say, but sometimes less is too much. Often a bit of clothing, carefully thought out, is far sexier than going naked. And often far more revealing as well: the hint of public hair above a low slung swimsuit (or sometimes, even more interesting, the hint of shaved pubes); the garment tailored to cling, to outline, and to accentuate what is covered. A few examples below.
I love dressing to impress. My dick gets hard when some chick – or guy – catches her or his breath when I walk into a room and they notice that I am, er, “noticeable.”
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
Josiah, my current fag, in whose luxury apartment I currently am living asked me yesterday what i thought about the idea of his providing me with a weekly tribute of a set amount. Josiah didn’t propose an amount. He said – and I believe it – that he would pay any amount that I thought appropriate. The problem is that I don’t think any amount for a fixed, weekly tribute is appropriate.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not above bleeding a fag financially. I’m not above bleeding a fag into bankruptcy. And I don’t think bankruptcy is an imminent problem for Josiah and I’m certainly not above taking things from him. He’s really a generous soul. He’s already “graciously” given me the master bedroom and has redecorated the apartment to my liking. He sent me and my girlfriend Taylor to Paris on a first class weekend trip. He’s given me a ridiculously expensive Rolex watch and expensive clothes, gym memberships and the like. He’s upgraded my Boxter (a gift of my fag while I was in high school, Walter) to a 9-11 turbo. I have an American Express Black Card and a Visa Signature card, both essentially with unlimited spending authority, that are in my name but billed directly to Josiah.
My problem with the weekly tribute of a fixed amount is that that takes the fag off the hook. He gets the idea in his head that that is all he needs to do to keep me happy. A fag should never be that “at ease.” He should always be wondering if he is doing enough, if there is anything else (or more) he might do. A fag should always be in fear that he is not pleasing me enough, that he cannot please me enough. This goes not only to the quality of the blow job, but also to the sufficiency of the tribute.
