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He insulted me as well. All I did was ask where he was from and he freaked out saying that Americans can get a tan too. And that I looked like I would only go for foreign or black big dick trash. Literally the rudest not just escort, but human being I've encountered in a long time. And previous to my question he was following up constantly with me to see when I was going to book. I don't think he actually gets hired very often.

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That link is now dead. He constantly creates new account, which I’m guessing is because he keeps screwing up. There are other people on previous threads who had experience with him (ask them for details), and the consensus is “steer clear”.

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The funniest part about these self-professed alphas who mistake their anger and self-loathing for “alpha-ness” is now quickly they turn into subs behind closed doors.

When I was a starting-out muscleboy living in Venice, I was picked up at a bar by another musclehead (let’s call him XXXXX) was a few years farther along in his progress. He played the alpha role to the T, and me being younger and eager to learn, I was attracted to that. 
 

He had a phenomenal body; looked like a handsome Marine and had the attitude to go along with his attributes. Sadly, I was a little too alpha and independent for him, and that was it. He couldn’t control me.

I’d see him around…sometimes working as a personal trainer, barking orders at people and generally playing the alpha role to the  T.

Every so often he’d call; tell me he had been watching me in the gym (by this point, I was 230 (5’9”) at 10 percent body fat) and told me he wanted me to come over so he could “use” me. I declined  each time. I was no wallflower, and was hooking up at least twice a day. It was just that I wasn’t into all the anger and self-loathing. He became notorious and the stories circulated about his antics….always about him losing his temper and treating guys really poorly.

After a couple of years, the muscleboy circuit was saturated with the stories and he became somewhat unpopular. 

i was at a party one day and was approached by two musclehead boyfriends from West Hollywood. We had seen each other at parties but never chatted before. They knew somehow that I lived in Venice and asked me if I knew XXXXX). I said yes but left it at that, assuming they were friends. They proceeded to tell me about how they had picked up XXXXX, and once they got him back to their house, he begged to be chained to where they chained their dog on the porch, and made to eat out of their dog’s dish. He begged to be “owned” by them. There were a few other details which escape me now, but it was all quite interesting.

I have nothing against fetishes but, in his case, this just kind of confirmed to me that he really was just a tortured soul wearing an alpha mask. He disappeared pretty quickly after that and I’ve always wondered what happened to him.

I will always give him credit for pushing me from mere muscleboy to a monster. I was very young, and those years in Venice and Hollywood were amazing, and for me, especially so. I was gainfully employed and didn’t have to scrounge for a living, and when I wasn’t working out, eating or sleeping, I was having sex. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 hours ago, Jeffster said:

The funniest part about these self-professed alphas who mistake their anger and self-loathing for “alpha-ness” is now quickly they turn into subs behind closed doors.

When I was a starting-out muscleboy living in Venice, I was picked up at a bar by another musclehead (let’s call him XXXXX) was a few years farther along in his progress. He played the alpha role to the T, and me being younger and eager to learn, I was attracted to that. 
 

He had a phenomenal body; looked like a handsome Marine and had the attitude to go along with his attributes. Sadly, I was a little too alpha and independent for him, and that was it. He couldn’t control me.

I’d see him around…sometimes working as a personal trainer, barking orders at people and generally playing the alpha role to the  T.

Every so often he’d call; tell me he had been watching me in the gym (by this point, I was 230 (5’9”) at 10 percent body fat) and told me he wanted me to come over so he could “use” me. I declined  each time. I was no wallflower, and was hooking up at least twice a day. It was just that I wasn’t into all the anger and self-loathing. He became notorious and the stories circulated about his antics….always about him losing his temper and treating guys really poorly.

After a couple of years, the muscleboy circuit was saturated with the stories and he became somewhat unpopular. 

i was at a party one day and was approached by two musclehead boyfriends from West Hollywood. We had seen each other at parties but never chatted before. They knew somehow that I lived in Venice and asked me if I knew XXXXX). I said yes but left it at that, assuming they were friends. They proceeded to tell me about how they had picked up XXXXX, and once they got him back to their house, he begged to be chained to where they chained their dog on the porch, and made to eat out of their dog’s dish. He begged to be “owned” by them. There were a few other details which escape me now, but it was all quite interesting.

I have nothing against fetishes but, in his case, this just kind of confirmed to me that he really was just a tortured soul wearing an alpha mask. He disappeared pretty quickly after that and I’ve always wondered what happened to him.

I will always give him credit for pushing me from mere muscleboy to a monster. I was very young, and those years in Venice and Hollywood were amazing, and for me, especially so. I was gainfully employed and didn’t have to scrounge for a living, and when I wasn’t working out, eating or sleeping, I was having sex. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Interesting story. Very sidebar. But interesting.

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