I'll never get tired of mentioning it, 'cause is the truth; I'm perfect. And I'm pretty fucking sure everyone knows it. Every silly dumb chick that I bang after a party, every man that falls for me... Well, they're not men. You can't call that way those little submissives faggots that are born to give everything they own to a real man. To someone like me.
Deep inside of me, I've always known that. But it wasn't after I started to took away everything from the first fag [just as he deserved] that I started searching for that kind of so called men. Unfulfilled and sad faggots that craved to serve. And you would be surprised of how many of them are waiting around for a REAL man to show up and make them realize where they belong: serving Me.
Don't misunderstand me; I love woman. A fat, juicy pussy is always welcome. But there was something about taking everything away from those fags and making them realize that they are nothing, that they need to worship and be humiliated in order to be happy... Something about that gave me a boner. I can't help it.
That's how I met Jamie. Searching.
JAMIE. He even has a faggot name.
I met him at the gym [you would be surprised to know how many submissives little boys go there just to admire studs and have material to jerk off later]. He looked like an average rich and "handsome" fuckboy, but I knew he wasn't. But not just because of the way he looked at me. Jamie... He just had that special thing in his eyes that BEGGED to be treated like the scum he was.
"You're doing it wrong. Stick out your butt in order to get the results you want." I told him one day, out of the blue. We were lifting weights, and he wasn't doing it wrong at all, but I wanted to see his reaction... What I said could have an... Interesting meaning to a fag, and I was sure he was going to get it.