The above excerpt comes from a failed negotiation between me and Alpha “Peter.” This is just one of the Alphas I will discuss in this latest update (the previous update can be accessed here).
When I last updated, Alpha Peter (a local Alpha) had threatened to rape me in a rather intense text message conversation. Peter is completely straight, but absolutely loves to have his big cock worshiped.
Unfortunately, I was at the same time getting hastily involved with California Alpha (see below), the dominant straight guy in California that eventually made a claim on me. California Alpha demanded to speak with Peter (since California Alpha considered me his property) about this situation.
During their conversation California Alpha convinced Peter that he should force me to pay $250 every time I sucked his cock. This, of course, excited Peter tremendously. In college, Peter had a much older doctor who would pay $100 every time Peter let him suck his dick, and Peter loved seeing fags so submissive and eager to service him that they’d be willing to pay him for the privilege.
Of course, I balked at such a steep price. Really, I don’t think I should pay for dick. Since I refused, Peter has stopped messaging me. However, I do think he will be back.
California Alpha had decided he wanted to own me, but I was already serving Texas Alpha (he is getting his own updates – here is the latest). Texas Alpha agreed to share me in a rather unique dual partnership. I received my orders in a group chat. They had me doing various chores like checking in with them every morning and evening to reinforce my submission to them.
Very quickly, though, the partnership began to crack. Texas Alpha thought California Alpha was “just kind of a fucking asshole,” while California Alpha kept trying to make me admit I’d rather have him as my sole Owner. The two stopped communicating with each other, making it difficult to know what was happening.
Then California Alpha mostly ruined the situation with Peter with his suggestions, most likely in an attempt to keep me chaste.
After that, California Alpha said he wanted to direct some of his personal fags to me so that I could help train them. I was intrigued by this idea, mainly because it would give me a chance to know more about this west coast Alpha. When asked, California Alpha told me he was making about $1,200 a month taking money from six fags he owned, but he wanted more.
Then, suddenly, California Alpha disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him, and I’m not sure I want to know. California Alpha had one of the sexiest personalities I’ve ever encountered, but he was also a bit toxic, too.
Things intensified with Eric, the gorgeous, big-dicked straight Alpha from Milan, Italy. In his mind, the plan to have me move permanently to Italy and become his slave was going to happen within the next year. In fact, he even picked out a maid uniform I would be wearing when not completely nude!
Eric is the perfect Alpha for me. He’s young, well-built, straight, and completely self-centered. For him, our proposed situation wasn’t about sex. It was about ownership. Eric loved the idea of owning a faggot and completely controlling its life. That sounded wonderful to me, too.
However, Eric expected it all right now. He would repeatedly text me all day and night demanding worship from me when I was trying to work or get other things accomplished, and he would get angry when I wouldn’t respond promptly. He also became quite upset when I explained that moving to Italy might be more complicated than he originally thought.
Eventually, it got to the point where I couldn’t breathe. The constant demands wouldn’t be a problem if I had no other responsibilities (i.e. if I were his full-time slave and nothing more), but I can’t do that in my current life.
So I finally blocked him. I know, I’m a bad faggot. I just felt like I couldn’t ever meet his demands and be the kind of faggot he really needs.
Glenn (the work Alpha)
As I said in my last update, I didn’t think things were going in the right direction with Glenn, the black Alpha who visits my office. He was getting back into his relationship with his old girlfriend, and between that and vacations, I hadn’t seen much of him in several weeks.
Monday of last week Glenn came into the office, and he was sick. The poor guy was miserable, but still looked fantastic. Glenn is good at putting up a front.
“I can make you some homemade chicken noodle soup,” I offered as I patted his muscular shoulder.
Glenn smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’d like that.”
“So when do you want me to bring it over?” I asked.
“Naw, man, I’m coming over to your place,” Glenn said sternly.
“You are?” I asked.
“Yeah, that way I can get the soup … and something else. It’s private over at your place.”
I smiled, slightly surprised.
“Maybe I can give you a key so you can get some whenever you need it,” I responded flirtatiously.
Glenn smiled widely. “Fuck yeah.”
Now I just figured Glenn was playing around with me – I never really believe this stuff is happening until it actually happens – so I completely forgot about that conversation by Friday when Glenn came by the office and strode over to my desk.
“You got that key?” Glenn asked immediately.
I slammed my hand down on the desk. “Oh no! I forgot!” I exclaimed.
“Damn,” Glenn muttered, obviously disappointed. “I almost called you last night to remind you.”
My mouth was probably hanging open so widely that a Clydesdale could’ve fucked it. Is it natural for a straight Alpha to be this focused on using a fag? If this is just flirtatious banter, doesn’t it seem odd that the joke has carried on for this length of time?
I’m still not sure if the situation with Glenn will go any farther. First I need to give him that key …