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!
For every straight Alpha who decides to start using and/or owning faggots, there is usually a moment of truth. It’s the point when the Alpha must decide how open and free he can be with his faggot as part of his everyday life.
Some Apex Alphas have shown the way, boldly and proudly displaying (and even sharing) their faggots with the people in their lives. I’m reminded of the story of slave Tim (I haven’t heard from him in a while …) and his straight Master who regularly parades his faggot in public on a collar and leash. Of course, that’s really pushing the boundaries of society’s acceptable social behavior, but some Alphas simply don’t give a fuck.
Speaking of not giving a fuck, Master Dino almost assuredly falls into that category of Alpha. When Master Dino found a faggot like Jamie that worshiped and served him the way he knew he deserved, he didn’t give a fuck that he is straight or what society might think about his ownership of and marriage to that faggot.
But putting that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude to the test in public can be rough, and ultimately reveals the true emotions that lie beneath an Alpha’s adamantium exterior.
Master Dino shared this revealing anecdote with me, and it was too incredible to not share with his growing legion of faggot worshipers.
faggot,
My boy convinced me in various ways to listen to your podcast of 11/3. It just loves your site and is constantly wanting me to see something. I admit I am favorably impressed by most of what I’ve seen. My hole is over the moon by what you’ve said about Me/us on it and I am reconsidering the podcast if I could use a device to disguise My voice. I could care less if most of the lemmings out there know I cum in a faggot but in My profession, I must use discretion.
I wanted to impart some info today. I’m not a bodybuilder per se but I do lift and workout twice per week and play basketball with friends at least twice per week. I probably wouldn’t workout anymore but My bitchboy loves worshiping Daddy when He comes home all sweaty with Man funk (I haven’t used deodorant for over a decade, my boy convinced Me that I wouldn’t regret its request that I not use it and instead just smell like a Man) and it also loves My Badboy persona to which lifting adds a great deal.
Yes, I/we have had a rough life, it’s true. Let me tell you something about a situation that jamie and I had years ago. About 4 nights ago, the reminiscing we’ve done for your nervous questions jogged both our memories. I had taken the cunt for My own about 3 months before and as deep as I was in this new, GOOD fucking pussy I was still taking baby steps in the ‘living life’ part of owning it. I decided to see if it could ‘pass’ in My world (Which is NOT the dangerous place it used to be but is still no goddamn nature walk either). Three stupid motherfuckers tried to double-cross this Alpha Male in a deal. This was beyond ignorant because they KNEW Me. One started waving a knife around and the other made the SUPREME mistake of pointing a piece at My boy. I only remember My mind flashing the words ‘No fucking punk is gonna threaten My new cumhole’ and I felt a tightness in My chest and in My nuts which I would remember later as the 1st real stirrings in Me for My faggot beyond normal satisfaction.
Anyway, I saw this fucking scumbag was gonna shoot my boy and I lunged in front of him and was grazed, well the bullet hit a rib, traveled on it around my side and popped out the back. In all it created a 10-inch scar but they thought they’d hurt Me. I had the advantage. I have no idea exactly what happened next but my next memory is seeing the ‘men’ in a pile. (They were still breathing sam don’t have a breakdown) Evidently, they had tried to stab My boy and had put about an inch long slice on his chest when, babyboy says, I leaped to My feet, beat them down and threw the gun out a window. I picked My bitch up and carried it out (I know it hasn’t been stated but My bitch is exactly My height but not muscular. Still, it is not a dainty faggot. Lol)
But, back to the story. Boy drove home, begging Me to go to a doctor. Back then My faggot didn’t have a real sense as to what My life was. One couldn’t if one didn’t experience it. Back home, boy was trembling like a, well, like a faggot when I gathered the appropriate equipment and commanded it to sew up the bullet hole on my side. (It was fine. I made sure it had only a minor cut before I had it turn its sewing talents on their ear and stitch up its Man) It was pale as fuck as it wordlessly did as told. When it finished I checked its work and I smiled at my sweet faggot boy. I said, ‘Good boy’ and upon hearing I was pleased it hit the floor, passed out cold. Hahaha!
Later on, it told Me that when it saw Me take that bullet protecting it that it KNEW I loved it. I must say I felt much the same when My boy completed My demands and waited until it knew I was satisfied before My pussyboy fainted. After that I was pretty sure this faggot could handle being My possession.
(BTW, upon waking the dudes I beat the fuck out of I found the money they’d tried to take from Me was in MY pocket, along with everything of value that they’d been carrying-including their wallets with all their personal information.)
Now, life no longer contains such incidents and I didn’t take jamie to work with Me after that. That one time told Me everything I needed to know about boy’s handling of a crisis and being able to handle ALL aspects of My life. My faggot is a tower of jelly when it comes to My power but has a steel core when confronted by the world and can handle quite a lot as long as it knows it belongs to Me. It says it can endure anything as long as it is MY cumhole and I believe it. I’ve said it before, I’m glad I cunted this faggot.
I hope you enjoyed this piece of Mine and My cumwhore’s love story. Isn’t it interesting that this incident is when we both realized our deepening love for the other? Life is NOT a dull thing, especially when one is a God. Hahahahahaha
Keep up the good work. Fuck you faggot.
Not exactly the love story from Titanic, obviously, but I’m sure there are Alphas who can relate to Master Dino’s feeling of protectiveness just as much faggots can relate to that feeling of gratitude Jamie felt when being rescued by the Superman who owns it.
Stories like this one help to reinforce my original argument that Master Dino is a blend of both types of Alpha, Protector and Destroyer. He might be the perfect blend.
My cunt puckered with excitement just a little (re: a lot) when Master Dino suggested that he’s thinking about coming onto the podcast. I can only imagine what it might be like to cram his massive personality into a podcast episode! Keep stroking his ego in the comments, and maybe that magical event could become a reality!
Meanwhile, I feel blessed every time he shares with me his thoughts in an email. I hope you faggots out there feel the same!
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!
After I received Master Dino’s jaw-dropping responses to the many faggots hungry for more information about him, I had a few quick follow-up questions of my own for him.
I wrote:
After reading your comments, I have a question about your Alpha friends. Do they all own faggots Master? Did they come to own faggots through your influence? Are these friends people you’ve known for a long time, or did they come into your life through the Dom/sub community?
Little did I know that my simple question would inspire another incredibly detailed response from Master Dino! Buckle up, faggots … this is a rocky one!
sam the faggot,
I have known a handful of Alphas over the years and we really don’t do well with friends. For the last 15 years I have spent all My free time grooming, feeding, controlling, loving, and fucking My faggot. I do not appreciate interruptions so friends and family alike have been offended and downright pissed with Me for turning them away at times. I don’t give a fuck, if I’m busy filling up the cunt that I own the world can burn to the goddamn ground and if I haven’t pumped out My nut then it can all go to hell until I am satisfied. Mine and My bitches universe revolves around My wants and My needs. So others tend to get upset. The other Alphas are dudes I met in prison. Lots of Alphaness in the pen, in NY anyway. 2 of them were actually good buddies and understood My home life because they were the same as Me with their own faggots, although one dude was brutal with his faggot. So much so I had to beat the snot out of him and threaten to take his faggot for my own. Dudes usually listen to My words because they KNOW I’m a serious dude who will whip your ass and THEN give your name to the only people in the world that you DO NOT want coming to visit, you dig? We moved to a different state for a time and lost touch with My best bud. Anyway they had their faggots when I met them and they helped a little in My understanding of the Alpha Male and faggot world. I don’t know anything of a ‘community’ because I don’t need anyone other than a willing, obedient hole, and it doesn’t even have to be particularly willing. Heh heh.
I know almost every faggot alive would love to see My load, you don’t HAVE to flatter Me faggot although that usually makes one more apt to receive whatever one is trying to get from Me. I already know how fucking unbelievably handsome I am. My mirror, My faggot, and the slobbering stares I get when entering a room tell Me every day. I know I’m a smoking hot stud who can out-fight, out-fuck, and out-cum every man. I’ve ever met. I’m a ‘badboy ‘ in the strongest sense of the term-a thug who enjoys drugs, faggots, fighting, and female pussy. I’ve beaten 6 men at once and am so potent that I had 4 sons by the time I was 20. Every time I fucked a female cunt it got fucking pregnant and tried its best to trap Me without any hope of success. Since almost every lowly female I fucked out either had My son or had an abortion (and lots of sluts did get their cunt-baby scraped out when I fucking wouldn’t let them have control) I did marry the last one of them but it turned out to be mouthy and disobedient, also disrespectful. As soon as that happened I left the unworthy girl and met My faggot the next day. Every year on that day I now allow My faggot free access to My dick for the day. For 24 hours My fag boy can suck, fondle, kiss, or ride My dick without contest. In other words, it can empty My nuts as many times as it desires. That is its reward for giving me its entire being on that September day so I give it Daddys love and cum all day long. (And one of those days was the time of the bloody cum).This should answer your questions. It should come as no surprise that since I’m an outlaw that friends wouldn’t be prevalent. I take pride in being a powerful, deservedly egotistical asshole, a dangerous testosterone-filled Stud God which is probably not conducive of a great friendship.
I’m done for now faggot. I think I’ll give ‘the little wife’ its 5th load today. Sometimes I think I’m just too giving to you cum guzzlers. Good evening faggot sam.
P.S. my cumhole doesn’t PUSH Me into anything but rather sucks and worships me into granting its little wish. Life as God is as fulfilling as I knew it would be. Hahaha…
And fuck you, faggot…
Good Lord … there’s just nobody quite like Master Dino. His fury and power are almost uncontainable. And yet, below the bluster and rage, there is a sweet tenderness (at least toward his faggot) that peeks through. I sometimes worry about faggots who get involved with Alphas like Master Dino, but I’m not worried about Jamie. The faggot is living a dream life safe at the feet of this truly superior Alpha.
Thank you to Master Dino and his faggot for this unparalleled look at their incredible 15-year relationship!
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!
Apex Alpha God Dino has been reading your hyperventilating comments and questions after I published my explosive interview with him last week!
This is going to be PART ONE of two because he responded to some follow-up questions I had after reading what he wrote below. Believe me, he’s so intense that reading all of it at once might cause aneurysms, heart failure, or death.
Here are his responses to my readers:
faggot,
My cuntboy was not going to calm down until I contacted you about some other faggot’s questions about Me. The hole is so excited that others of his stature recognize My power that it has begged, worshiped, and flattered me until… in other words it has used its position as My possession to encourage Me to allow your faggot readers to glimpse My greatness. After My usual hesitation of ANY acknowledgement of a desire on My boy’s part, I decided to write.
Question 1- Yes I kiss My bitchboy. Interesting to Me is the fact that kissing was the LAST barrier to taking the cumhole as My wife. Its a straight Man thing. Once I truly loved My jamie as an ‘it’ and really saw it is a faggot, NOT a Man, then kissing wasn’t an issue. If any of you faggots are interested, yes, it gets the occasional full on ‘romantic’ kisses when deserved but, on a regular, receives My ‘face-eating’ kisses much more often.
Question 2-As our relationship progressed through the years so has what I allow the public to see. At first, it was My buddy in public and My bitch at home. Now, I allow the public to see some of what I have in My jamie and will speak to it almost as I do at home, it proudly wears My ring, makes sure others know it has My name, and other things faggots do to let the world know how incredibly awesome its ManGod is.
Question 3-Ok faggots, My stats are as follows: 6′ 4″ 220bs. Italian Black hair. Blue/black cruel eyes Tattoos don’t cover me but I have them everywhere except My ass and My Junk, which is sacred and needs NO adjustment. My arms are 20 inches around. (My cuntboy LOVES them) I have chest hair at the top with a nice fur trail down to the good stuff. From the waist down there’s plenty of hair which My boy plays in constantly. My dick is 9.3 inches long and 5.4 inches wide. The amount I cum is anywhere from one quarter to one third of a cup. ( I own a HAPPY cumwhore who amuses me so I allow it to measure occasionally) I have cum up to 13 times in a 24 hour period at which time I discovered that if My body cannot produce cum as quickly as needed then My load is a mix of cum and blood and it is time to rest awhile. That’s enough of Me for any faggot to know unless it’s MY faggot.
Question 4-Other Alpha buds have offered their own fags for My service, say when we’ve all been watching the game, but I have THE perfect fag for me. Between all I have taught it and it’s own natural instinct as to what I need from it, everything is just how I desire to be worshiped and adored. Why throw added elements into a perfect situation? My own faggot is all I need in a servile, enthusiastic cuntwife. It has served and adored Me more, in more ways, than ANY living creature should ever worship anyone and that’s exactly what I deserve. Some say faggots are stupid or should be treated as if it is beneath contempt. That’s bullshit. My faggot is very intelligent and not just intellectually. It must anticipate My every thought, move, and action-especially concerning sex and love-but in life as well. It makes My dick a little harder knowing that My faggot-wife is smart and gave up a full, successful life for a CHANCE to become My faggot. It was smart enough to find a way to become My cumhole which took real work on its part.
Question 5- I am considering allowing you faggots to see either some part of My body or maybe even see a clip of Me filling My faggots mouth with My cum. I’m torn. If it gives you faggots some hope, My own faggot is so proud that I’m its owner/Alpha Husband that it is pleading for me to allow you all to see my load. Maybe, we’ll see. The best way to handle a faggot’s deepest desires is to deny it what it wants-at least for a while. Heh heh..
Well sam, I’ve answered the questions. I trust the faggots will be squirming in their seats and clenching their stickpussies while they dream of belonging to Me, a true Alpha God.
Fuck you faggot…Hahaha
Who else talks like this? Thinks like this? Feels like this?
Master Dino is easily one of the most magnetic and intense forces to ever be featured here on this site. Keep your questions coming below, because he is paying attention to all of the little faggots gathered around his fireplace!
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.
