
Sucking cock is serious business. It is not something that a faggot should take lightly. First of all, sucking His cock is a privilege, not a right, and it should be approached as such. i know that Carlos gives me a tremendous gift when He allows me to suck His unbelievably beautiful cock. He rightfully expects that i will approach the alter of His manhood with respect and awe. He fully expects, and rightfully so, that i will attend to His cock with no distractions. Sometimes, i know, he makes sounds of pleasure at my ministrations, but i don’t hear them. Sometimes there are other Men in the room while i am worshiping His cock, but i am totally unaware of them. When He allows me to suck His cock, His cock is truly the only thing in my life at that time. And when He rewards me with His load,i am in ecstasy: my heart beats faster, my blood pressure spikes. Thisd is what i was born for, this is why i am permitted to exist on this planet.
If this Dude had a faggot, His bed would have been made up already, his dirty jeans wouldn’t be on the floor, but instead would have been in the washing machine, and His morning wood would have been taken care of
Trophies are displayed. Hierarchy is reality.
Carlos loves me in clothing thst reveals more than it conceals.
Daily affirmation
my name is faggot. i am a fag.

i LOVE being a faggot. i LOVE being able to serve and thus to give my life meaning. i am eternally grateful to the Man who commands my service as He enables me to fulfill the purpose for which i walk the planet.
What’s in a name?
The first time He took me out in public, Carlos introduced me to His friends as “my faggot charlie.” Since then He has introduced me as His faggot Mike, Steve, Richard, Walter. Of course none of those are my name.
Last night, after nearly a half hour of work i had sucked a truly impressive load out of Him (His third load of the day), He asked me how things are going and if i had any questions.
i allowed that things were going great; that my service to Him has truly been the high-light of my life so far. Then i asked Him why He used all those phony names when introducing me to His pals.
“Makes no difference what I tell them, bitch. Your real name is faggot.”
Then He elaborated. “That’s all you are. Your don’t deserve a real man’s name. You shouldn’t aspire to a real man’s name because you will never be anything but a faggot, a slave, a piece of property.’
Not only did the explanation make perfect sense to me, but it thrilled me that He thought of me that way,
Priorities established
Yesterday afternoon, Carlos texted me while i was at work. “Come on home now, bitch.” That was the message. i have learned that when Carlos uses the “B” word there is a sense of urgency – that He expects an immediate response. So i made up an excuse for leaving work early, took my lap top home and promised my boss that i would finish the project i was working on at home. i texted that i was “on my way, Sir.”
It turns out that Carlos had gotten out of work early and was home and in need of a blow job.
i am thrilled beyond belief that He felt that He was entitled to call me off of my job to take care of His cock. Of course He was entitled to do that. His comfort and pleasure is the Number One priority of my life. i understand that and of course He understands His entitlement. my life is getting more and more perfect by the day.



