I’m back
Hey, faggot, remember me? It’s Manuel — we talked a few months ago.
Some time ago I realized I never really got back in touch with you, or told you what’s been going on in my life since those conversations we had.
So I guess now’s a good moment to reconnect.
My life has completely changed, honestly. I used to worry a lot — thinking it was the right thing to do — about whether the bottoms I slept with were enjoying it, whether they felt comfortable, and I tried to treat them the way I thought they should be treated. But I’ve come to realize that most of them are just fags who refuse to accept their place in the hierarchy. And I’ve stepped fully into the role of the dominant alpha they really need. Now, I only care about my pleasure and that my cum is treated with the respect it deserves.
I can't stand it when a bottom gets hard or even tries to touch the little clit he has. My new favorite sport is smacking their balls the moment they try to touch themselves or get hard — it instantly refocuses them on what matters: the pleasure of my cock, and only my cock. Before, I used to make sure they came and left happy; now, I just use them and kick them out right after I’ve finished in their ass. Drives them crazy. They fall in love, I swear.
Also, I think I told you — I don’t use lube anymore. It’s banned. I tell them their job is to lube me up properly with their mouth, and if they do it well, their ass will feel it. If not, I’ll enjoy hearing them scream like a bitch. And don’t get me started on the moralists who try to lecture me about equality — I shut them up with a single line and my dick in their mouth, which is what they really want anyway.
I still don’t feel ready to have a faggot of my own — in my country it’s not that easy, with this fake idea of equality and mutual respect we both know is a lie. So I’m still experimenting. I’ve had a few regulars — I even let one come to my place, fucked him, used him, and made him run errands around the house the next day (I was generous and let him sleep over). He was like a devoted wife: made breakfast, did the laundry, cleaned the house. I still hit him up sometimes, and he shows up all excited. Maybe he’s close to earning a fixed spot. But I don’t want him getting any wrong ideas or hopes. So I remind him that I’m just fucking him — that’s it. You know how quickly faggots start imagining things.
I love fucking. I love breeding. I love using faggots. And to think, when I first arrived here, I almost believed this world was all wrong. Look at me now. I’m honestly glad I reached out to you back then — you made me realize just how much of my damn potential I was wasting.
P.S. I’ve had a strong need to get a woman pregnant — to have a child of my own, a future alpha. I used to not even consider heterosexual sex, let alone starting a family. But I’ve been sleeping with women lately, and I’ve discovered something: many of them drop the feminism act the moment a real man fucks them, and they actually love being put in that place. Strange, right? What do u think?
