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.
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!
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.”
