My apologies to the vast majority of cocksuckers out there that don’t need to be told these things, but clearly there are some of you out there who need to be told.
1. Be available. You know you have competition. Even if the number of men and cocksuckers were equal, you would be at a disadvantage. You can probably suck 5+ cocks a day, he probably can’t provide 5+ loads a day. If you are not available when he wants, you will lose more than he does. When he calls, stay at your sister’s wedding, but leave the gym even if you just got there.
2. Be on time. This is especially true of you’re meeting at your place. A text message five minutes after you were supposed to meet is not acceptable.
3. Be prepared. In most cases, you have more than five minutes to get ready. Use this time to make sure your mouth doesn’t smell like a place he will be afraid to put his cock. Make sure your place isn’t so messy he feels he’s taking his life in his hands just by walking in. Go to the bathroom. Put a pillow or cushion on the floor to pad your knees.
4. Don’t do things that will detract from his experience. Don’t use throat spray to numb your throat. It will get on his cock, and neither of you want him to have a numb cock. (Wear a sore throat as a badge of pride. It means you got his cock deep enough to reach your throat.) Don’t get drunk, stoned, or high. You will not be able to provide the level of service he deserves (even if you think you are).
5. Pay attention. If he gives you instructions (before, during, or after), make sure you follow them. Listen and watch how he reacts to what is happening, and do whatever you can to enhance his enjoyment.
6. Don’t get distracted. Turn your phone OFF (not just set to vibrate). Turn the TV off (if it is your place). Don’t play with yourself.
7. Think ahead. If you’re meeting at his place, it wouldn’t be a bad idea bring an extra shirt, and if you are likely to cum while sucking him, a pair of pants. Don’t embarrass him by letting his neighbors see you leaving with cum all over you. If you meet at your place, the time to look for a clean wash cloth to wipe him up is not when he’s ready to leave.
8. Swallow. Any cocksucker deserving the name should swallow. If you won’t, it should be very clear very early in your discussion. Don’t spring this on him at the last minute. You will need to find out what he considers acceptable if you won’t swallow; never spit it on him unless he has agreed in advance. (This applies only to cum. If you are expected to swallow piss/spit/snot/other things, that should be arranged in advance.)
9. Be pleasant, accommodating and respectful. Your competition is as much a cum rag as another cocksucker. Cum rags are convenient, do what is expected, don’t spit, and don’t create drama. That is the minimum you need to do. To get the cock you want, though. you need to exceed that level of service. If you have a chance before his cock is in you, thank him for choosing you. When he is done, thank him again. Let him know he has done you a favor, not the other way around. As you know all too well, a cum rag is not a substitute for a man’s cock. Make sure when he leaves, he feels you were worth the effort, wait, and inconvenience.
10. Don’t ask. For anything. Ever. Unless he allows it, don’t initiate contact. Don’t ask him to go easier on you, or to be harder. Don’t ask to use the bathroom. Don’t ask for a towel to clean up (that’s why you have an extra shirt). If you are at his place, leave quickly and quietly when he is done with you. if he is at your place, your duty to devote 100% of your attention to him ends when he leaves, not when he cums. Wait to wipe your face, send a text, or masturbate until he is gone.
I lost my anal virginity when I was raped at knifepoint at the age of 20.
Prior to that, I had only orally served one Alpha (my best friend at the time) as well as several younger guys my age and some creepy older guys I met through personals and other means.
One Saturday night I attended a huge 21st birthday party for a friend-of-a-friend. More than 150 kids were stuffed into this small reception hall, their sweaty, drug-and-alcohol fueled bodies writhing to thumping club music. It was yet another distasteful example of wealthy parents doing too much to spoil an ignorant kid.
Clubs have never been my scene (I’m much more of a laid-back sports bar or dive kind of fag), so I was largely disinterested in the faux-club atmosphere at the party. Additionally, I didn’t want to get too drunk and start dancing, which would be a dead giveaway to my faggish tendencies. So I chose to hang along the perimeter of the party, making idle chit-chat and slowly drinking draft beer. Soon, my friends (the guys who actually knew the Birthday Boy) were off trying to pick up chicks, leaving me to wander aimlessly through the crowd.
I was just getting bored enough to leave when I made eye contact with a tall, muscular black guy. He wasn’t thuggish like some of the other black guys in attendance; he wore nice jeans (actually pulled up over his ass!) and a plaid shirt stretched tightly over his impressive pecs. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
To my utter astonishment, he came over to me and introduced himself as “Kenny.” He said he was 22 years old and just finishing a Business major (aren’t they all?) at an out-of-state college. I barely heard anything he said because I was transfixed by his dark, deeply-set eyes, his wet, kissable lips, and his bright white teeth.
Kenny looked a bit like this (with less upper body development):
We talked about sports (we both love baseball) and movies, mostly. We also had a few laughs making fun of the painful dance moves of several drunk white boys. The conversation was easy, relaxed, and nothing remotely sexual. In fact, I figured Kenny was just talking to me to pass the time.
Then, as he was leaving, he came up to me. “Hey man, you got a phone number? Maybe we can hang out sometime,” said Kenny.
“Uh … uh … sure,” I stuttered excitedly. After retrieving a pen from a nearby girl, I quickly wrote my number down on a monogrammed napkin and handed it to Kenny.
“Thanks, man. Great meeting you,” Kenny said as he turned to leave.
My blood was pumping so hard I thought I might pass out. “You too,” was all I could squeak out in response.
Torturous days passed without a phone call. Then a week. By the second week, I had slumped into a depressive state with derogatory self-dialogues: Yeah, right, like he would be interested in you. You’re disgusting, and he’s a god. You could never get a man like him.
Then, that second Friday after the party, my phone rang around 5pm. It was Kenny.
“What are you doing tonight?” Kenny asked.
“Just hanging around my apartment. No plans,” I answered in the most nonchalant way possible.
“How ‘bout I come over and we hang out for a while?” he suggested.
“Uh … sounds good.”
I hurriedly cleaned my apartment. I had only been living on my own for a few months at this point, but it’s amazing how dirty a 20 year old guy can be when he lives alone. Fortunately, I finished the cleanup just before Kenny knocked on my door.
When I opened the door, there he stood looking even more amazing than he did at the party. Shined-up black dress shoes, tight blue jeans, a tucked-in black Oxford shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose his chest and a brilliant silver necklace. He was breathtaking.
I made a couple of drinks (rum and Coke) and we sat on opposite ends of the couch. We talked about the party, random stuff. It wasn’t a sexy conversation at all.
However, I couldn’t stop staring at his body; his chest, his long torso, his narrow hips, his arms. I hadn’t been in the presence of an Alpha like this since my high school best friend, and it was more intoxicating than the drinks.
I think Kenny saw how much I admired his body, and he liked the adoration. Soon, Kenny’s dick was visibly erect and running down his left leg. Kenny put his left hand over it, both as a disguise and as a way to rub on it. Of course, I caught that action immediately, and I found myself staring at it uncontrollably.
Finally, Kenny abruptly broke the ice.
“You like that, huh?” he said, rubbing his dick a bit more obviously. I nodded, almost unable to speak.
“You want to suck my dick?” Kenny asked. I looked at him, unsure of what I should do.
“Come here,” he commanded gently. I began to scoot over to him on the couch.
“Get down on your knees,” he commanded, a bit more roughly. I complied.
Kenny unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His enormous cock flopped back and onto his stomach. Kenny’s big right hand grabbed my head, pulling me close to his dick as his left hand positioned it upwards. Then Kenny pushed my head down on it.
Fortunately my high school Alpha had a very large cock, so I was already trained for Men of that size. I think this surprised Kenny, who suddenly realized that he had a skilled cocksucker between his legs. Kenny became more aggressive, pushing my head down on him and forcing me to gag. My eyes started to tear up.
As I sucked him, Kenny undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. I looked up at his flat, sculpted abs and defined chest. I began to run my hands across his lean torso, an act of worship that Kenny seemed to really like. He began to moan loudly, which only turned me on even more.
No matter what I did, though, I couldn’t get Kenny to cum. My sucking only seemed to make him more aggressive, but it didn’t do the trick. I was getting frustrated.
Then Kenny gave me another order. “Take off your pants, bitch.”
I undid my pants and pushed them down over my ass. Kenny reached over me and slid a finger inside me. “Ooh, shit, that’s tight.”
Before that moment, the only thing that had ever been in my ass was my own finger. Kenny’s finger probing me felt great, but I was also terrified because I hadn’t prepared myself for anal sex – I thought Kenny was just another guy I had no chance of landing. Now, suddenly, it seemed that Kenny was prepared for more than I ever intended.
Kenny pulled my head off of his cock, one hand sliding down around the back of my neck. He pushed me down onto my stomach as he crawled on top of me. I could feel his cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He pinned me to the floor, kissing my neck as he gyrated on top of me.
“Do you have condoms?” I asked, breaking the mood.
Above me, I could feel Kenny’s demeanor change. “No, do you?” he asked.
“No, I don’t,” I replied, thinking that would be the end of the issue.
I could feel Kenny reach down, moving his hips until the head of his cock pressed against my virgin asshole. “It feels better without a condom anyway,” he added.
Now I was in trouble. Kenny started to push in, and the pain of his entry paralyzed me. It also scared me. I started to resist, forcefully crawling away from his dick. Kenny tried whatever he could to get it back in.
Finally, Kenny climbed off of me. When i turned and looked up, Kenny was angrier than I could’ve imagined.
“What the fuck, man? Why suck my dick if you aren’t wanting to get fucked?” Kenny yelled. I didn’t really have an answer.
“I… I don’t know. I’ve never done that before. It hurts.” I said, searching for an excuse.
Kenny looked at me pathetically. “Fuck this, man,” he mumbled as he went into my kitchen.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I rested my head on the carpet. I felt like I had just escaped from a terrible situation.
Then a flash as Kenny punched me in the head, slamming my face into the floor. Before I could even breathe, the large butcher knife from my kitchen was at my throat. Kenny’s body was again on top of me, his legs pinning mine.
While holding the knife at my throat, Kenny used his other hand to position his cock at my asshole. Without any preparation, Kenny jammed it all the way into me, causing me to scream out in pain.
“Shut the fuck up!” Kenny hissed as he pressed himself into me, his mouth at my ear.
“Shut the fuck up and take it.”
Kenny fucked me hard and fast, grunting aggressively. It seemed like forever. I didn’t move; I was too terrified that I might be cut by the blade at my neck.
“Oh, yeah, that’s fucking tight.”
Finally, Kenny starting pounding on me even harder.
“Oh, fuck. Here you go bitch,” Kenny moaned as he unloaded in me. I could feel his cock pulse as he held it in me.
After Kenny finished, he pulled out. He pulled the knife away from my throat, but I was too terrified to move. I kept my face on the floor, hidden by my arms.
Kenny dressed wordlessly and left. After the door closed, I jumped up and raced over to lock it. I turned and looked at my apartment; it felt different. I could see the butcher knife laying on the kitchen table. There were spots of blood on the carpet where Kenny had punctured me. I stood there forever just staring, trying to process what had happened. In some ways, I’m still processing it.
I spent the next couple of years doing drugs, drinking too much, and even trying religion. I wanted to find some way to cope with not only the rape, but what the rape had exposed within me: that I am a faggot. It was a difficult time of denial and self discovery.
I didn’t hear or see Kenny again for a few years (I didn’t have his number or even know his last name). Then one afternoon Kenny called me. His tone was quiet, forlorn. He said he was sorry for what happened, that he was in a bad place at that time and didn’t mean to hurt me.
He wanted to know if I was okay. I told him that I was okay and that I had forgiven him. He asked to see me again, an invitation I politely declined. He seemed to understand and accept this.
Even today, I don’t blame Kenny for what happened. I’ve been around enough Men to know that this is part of their nature. Please keep in mind that I’m not excusing rape, because rape is a terrible violation of another person’s self-respect and free will. However, Men have these kinds of urges, and anyone unwilling to comply with those urges need to take care in how they deal with Men.
I’ve seen a lot of fantasy rape scenarios tossed around Tumblr. I do think they’re so popular on gay porn Tumblrs precisely because Men understand the urges of other Men so intimately. What would be absolutely devastating to a Woman is often shrugged off as “eh, that’s how guys are” by Men. There is some truth to that. After the fact, I actually respected Kenny to some degree for following his natural way. Does that make any sense?
In any event, my rape taught me much about myself, truths pleasant and unpleasant. While I wish I could completely erase the experience, I am in some ways grateful for the things I learned from it.
I don’t understand how anyone can read My blog and send Me shit like this. But I get these “I have this fantasy can you and your buddies make it happen” emails almost everyday. To be clear;
I don’t give a shit about faggot fantasies. I’m only interested in faggots who have their shit together, know their place and have fully accepted it, and have a deep desire to serve ALPHA men in any way those men see fit. One day ur running errands, the next ur a footstool during a game, next a urinal and so on. There is no script. Just service. And any true faggot should feel lucky it gets to be the one who does it.
“I don’t give a shit about faggot fantasies. I’m only interested in
faggots who . . . have a deep desire to serve ALPHA men in any way those
men see fit.”
This goes back to what I’ve been saying all along: being a faggot isn’t some fetish or weekend retreat fantasy. A faggot simply IS a faggot. We serve Men at all times in any way possible. That is our sole purpose.
So fellow fags, stop bothering Alphas with your fantasies and start serving them instead.
If one needs extra encouragement when servicing His balls i find it helpful to fix one’s mind on their true nature. His balls are the source of His Seed, His concentrated essence, Life in liquid form. Therefore you are not merely sucking His balls but Worshiping with your body roiling cauldrons of Life itself. What more inspiration could one need?
So negotiations continue with the multiple Alphas I’ve been talking with recently. I wanted to provide a quick update.
ALPHA #1 (I first discussed him here) – I’m going to name this guy Peter so I can stop referring to him as “Alpha #1″ (see below). In my last update (here) things didn’t seem to be going in the right direction. I hadn’t heard from him in days, and I figured that this straight Alpha with almost no experience had changed his mind.
Then I received a text out of nowhere two days ago from Peter telling me that he might need me on my knees servicing him soon. He said he’s been very busy with work and hasn’t had much free time to use me. I suppose that’s going to change soon.
Peter also sent me another picture of his enormous cock. He’s sent me several pics of it already, but this one made my mouth water.
After he sent it, he told me that he intends to fuck my throat with it. HELL YES. I guess you can see why I’m much more interested in Peter.
ALPHA #2 (I first discussed him here) – As discussions were seemingly at a standstill with Peter, I continued talking to Alpha #2. As I said before, he seems a bit too sadistic for my tastes. When I didn’t show much enthusiasm for immediate chastity, he suddenly stopped talking to me. I’ve sent a couple of friendly, flirty messages without any response. So I’m guessing that situation is officially done.
Last week a heterosexual salesman at work named Glenn made a sudden move to possibly start using me (I excitedly wrote about that here). Believe me, I was anxious to see him again this week.
Glenn finally showed up at the office Tuesday. I practically ran up to him, but it was immediately apparent that his demeanor was much quieter, calmer. I asked him about his weekend, and he told me that he went out on a date with his ex-girlfriend. My heart dropped.
“So … you’re back together with her?” I asked, obviously bummed.
“Yep, I guess so,” mumbled Glenn, barely looking at me.
I didn’t know what to say. I could see the situation slipping away.
Then, after a pause, Glenn added, “But she still won’t suck my big dick, though.”
My body tensed. “Well, I thought that was my job anyway,” I answered flirtatiously.
Glenn smiled slyly. He opened his mouth and started to say “Yeah,” but a co-worker walked up and joined the conversation before it could go any farther.
So I began to get used to the idea that it just wasn’t going to happen.
Then, later that afternoon, I was notified that I won a contest Glenn had encouraged me to enter several weeks ago. The perfect chance to talk to him! So I texted him about winning the prize. Glenn immediately called me back.
“You got to be kidding me!” Glenn said, laughing.
“Seriously, I can’t believe this! Thank you so much!” I yelled back enthusiastically.
Glenn’s voice suddenly lowered. “You know this means you owe me, right?” he asked.
I smiled. “Of course.”
“You gonna give me that deep throat, right?” Glenn purred into the phone.
I gulped. “It’s all yours. You know that.”
Who knows where this is going, but it sure is fun going there!
“I think there are a great number of faggots whose lives would be improved immensely if they could be brought under the domination and control of an Alpha Man. Regrettably, there are just not enough Alphas to go around and to bring every faggot under such control. . . . The lives of so many faggots would be immeasurably improved if they understood and accepted what they are.”
A lesson for cocksuckers
Now there is nothing wrong with wanting to suck on cock. I can totally see the necessity of that. After all, I need someone to suck on my cock.
Below is a list of things cocksuckers need to learn.
When I want a cocksucker, I want lips and mouth around my cock. I like that feeling. I can be hard, soft, or in between. I just want to feel a mouth there. A mouth. Not hands and fucking not teeth. So use your damn mouth and lips.
Most cocksuckers I came across are not accomplished enough to get me off with their mouths. That can only mean you are not sucking hard enough. Work harder, practice, and learn. Quite a few guys that tried to suck me off told me their jaws were sore after. While hearing about it after the fact is cool, don’t let that get in the way of your servicing me during the cocksucking. That is your discomfort. And a cocksucker’s discomfort should never get in the way of my pleasure.
I don’t care if you gag or not. If you have no gag reflex, good for you. But if you do gag, I want you to keep going. If your eyes water, let it run down. Don’t fucking stop. When it is just starting to feel plausibly good, a lot of cocksuckers back off. If you feel like you can no longer control your stomach, back off and take a couple of deep breaths, settle down and then immediately come back on my cock. You can apologize in the process, but that should be all you do. Keep my fucking cock down your throat. And don’t bother to wipe those tears, we both know they are there, why fucking hide it.
I like to cockslap a cocksucker. It turns me on. When you suck off a guy like me, don’t shy away or try to move away from my cock. It might hurt when I whip you across your face with my hard cock, but the truth is that you face is exposed to the elements, it is tougher than it looks. So just hold your head still and take it.
Look up at me. Sex isn’t all about physical pleasures. I want to know you are between my legs sucking on my cock and you are doing everything you can to please me. And you cannot please me if you are not observing what I am doing. You might be craning your neck in a weird angle. In that case, subtly shift so that you can look at me. I might not be paying attention to you, but a cocksucker should at all times pay attention to me. Don’t fucking look away and for god’s sake don’t fucking close your eyes. If you are looking away or closing your eyes from shame, then why the fuck am I wasting time with a cocksucker who doesn’t even want to suck cock?
Sometimes I will fuck your face. I will drill my cock into your throat and you will gag. But keep your eyes on me and don’t fucking pull away. Be thankful I am doing this. Because this is the one time you will learn what actually gets me going. Learn the intensity with which I am drilling your face hole. That is the intensity I want from your cocksucking. If I keep my cock inside deep and hold it there for a while and do that multiple times, that means I like having my cock buried deep. If I jab in and out quick and short, that means I like that speed.
Use your tongue. There is a reason why you have one more muscle inside that cocksucking mouth. Use it to press against the underside of my cock so it brings me more friction. Lick the underside of my cock when I am pulling out and about to jab back in again. Lick the head of my cock when I hold it in front of your face. There are a lot of things you can do with your tongue. Learn what I like and use it.
If you must stop because your entire mouth is numb and you need a bit of recovery time, you don’t just stop. You take that face of yours and rub it all over with my cock. Get my cock juice all over your face, including any facial hair. If you don’t use hair product or are bald, rub my cock on your hair/scalp too. Lick and kiss my balls. I am one of those guys that don’t really get into having my balls licked, but it does not hurt for you to show respect for the balls that generates my cum. You can also kiss my dick softly. A man like me loves my own cock. And you can show me how much you love it too by kissing and licking it. If you do a good job of that, I will ignore the fact that you are actually slacking off and let you rest a bit before getting back to sucking cock.
I will cum when, where, and if I want. My cum is a reward for a cocksucker. Just because you worked for like half an hour on my cock does not mean I will cum for you. You might not deserve it. If I don’t cum and leave, that can only mean you were lousy as a cocksucker. If I do cum, I cum when and where I want. If I cum on your face, don’t fucking try and dodge. Get your face right in front of me and be thankful I am creaming you. Trust me, ask any guy who cum on someone’s face, every one of them will agree that their cocksuckers look better when they have a face full of their cum.
If I am cumming in your mouth, don’t fucking pull away. I also expect you to swallow. That is the only respectful thing to do. If you must spit it out, you remove yourself from my sight when you do that. And for fuck’s sake do it quietly. Not cough and shit like that. I don’t fucking understand why some cocksuckers are so damn hung up about this one little detail. Guys leak precum and even some cum when they are hard. It is just a fact. So you if had been sucking on my cock, unless we used a condom, you swallowed some of it already. Why get all stupid about it now. So if I am cumming in your mouth, fucking just swallow it. If you want to enhance my pleasure, show me my cum in your mouth then swallow it.
So that’s a list of what I want my cocksuckers to do. Having this out here will teach some cocksuckers how to properly suck my cock.
YES SIR!!! thehandjb
This is a pretty good list of things fags need to keep in mind when serving Alphas. Love it!
and to think when my dad married your mom, they thought we wouldn’t get along because you’re such a fucking sissy and I’m such a fucking man, but having a fag for a step brother is working out great for me wouldn’t you agree homo? Shut up fag, it wasn’t a real question…you should know better than to try and talk with your mouth full.
The Alpha in this picture looks very much like Aaron, a straight Alpha I served several years ago (I’ve mentioned Aaron before here). And this situation perfectly sums up our eventual relationship (once he accepted me as his fag servant).
I gave Aaron a key to my condominium, and he quickly viewed it as his other house. He would drop by after a date or after playing football to be pampered. Sometimes he would have me make him food, followed by a foot massage/pedicure or a full body rubdown. Sometimes he would have me draw him a hot bath, and I would serve him drinks and rub his feet while he soaked. He loved how I would kiss him on the neck, the small of his back, or on his muscular calves. Basically, Aaron just loved to be worshiped by everyone, but he especially loved have a pet fag adore him.
One night Aaron showed up at my place late after breaking up with a particularly psychotic girlfriend. The weight of his muscular body bent my mattress, waking me up from a sound sleep. I immediately crawled over to him and started rubbing his shoulders as he sat there.
Then, without a word, he hissed, “Kiss my feet.”
I scrambled to the floor, took off his shoes and socks, and tenderly kissed his feet as he began to undress.
“Let’s go to sleep,” he ordered. I obeyed. We crawled into bed and started to sleep.
A while later I awoke to the bed vibrating. I could hear Aaron’s short breaths in the darkness. I quickly surmised that he was stroking his cock next to me.
I rolled over, which caused Aaron to temporarily stop. He didn’t know I was awake.
“Do you need some help with that?” I whispered in the dark.
I didn’t know what should happen next. Then Aaron said, “Go back to sleep now.” And so I did.
It was never the same after that.
While I’ve been a faggot most of my adult life, I only recently discovered the online phenomenon of cash domination. Thanks to the Internet, dominant people have been able to control the lives of submissives in different parts of the world via cash domination. In this scenario, the submissive gives money to their dominant Owner (usually via PayPal or Amazon), often in exchange for pictures/videos of the dominant Owner’s body parts or verbal humiliation. So the dominant Owner enjoys the money and the worship, while the submissive receives the negative reinforcement feedback they often crave and expect.
I decided to experiment with this lifestyle over the summer. While most of my experiences were terrible, I can say that some of my experiences were surprisingly exhilarating.
After spending some time digesting certain websites set up by Cash Masters (like Cash Master Jax) and trying to figure out the lifestyle, I got on the instant messaging app Kik and looked around for groups catering to the Cash Master/Cash Fag dynamic. To my surprise, there were quite a few groups available, so I joined all of them.
Almost instantly I was assaulted (yes, that’s how I would describe it) by ignorant “Alpha” males who would greet me with insults (”Hey, you fucking faggot” and stuff like that) and immediately demand money from me. I was apoplectic. Was this really how it works in the cash domination business? Do fags really give their hard-earned money to abusive scum who don’t even have the guts to show a picture before angrily demanding to be paid?
After several such encounters, I was ready to call it quits when I was contacted by a guy named Chris from Australia. Unlike the other so-called “Alphas” who had abused me, Chris was firm and confident, but also engaging. He reinforced my place as a fag, accepted me for what I am, but still took some time to help me accept our different roles. He also showed patience as he navigated my mind and learned what makes me tick.
And then, like any Alpha, he moved in to take my cherry.
It started off innocently enough. He simply said, “Are you ready to give me what I deserve?” By then, I was practically drooling over the guy. So he told me to send him $25 via PayPal, and I complied. My heart was racing as I hit the “send” button, knowing that I was giving a complete stranger control over me and my money. And I know that Chris was being satisfied on the other end of the transaction, another big thrill for me. After he received my tribute, he told me I was a good boy and that I was now his fag.
But a funny thing happened then. PayPal sent me Chris’ full name in the receipt, so I decided to investigate his real identity. Within minutes I found his online information, including a wealth of older pictures much different from the avatar photograph he used while talking with me. From these pictures, it was clear that Chris lied to me about both his physical appearance and his lifestyle in general. Frustrated, I blocked Chris and haven’t talked to him again.
This type of scenario happened a few times, with each fake “Alpha” using phony pictures or invented stories about themselves to lure desperate fags into cash domination. After several encounters, I came to the conclusion that the scene wasn’t for me.
Then I met Santi, a young Alpha male from Britain.
When Santi first messaged me, I immediately fell in love with his avatar pic (a shot of his gorgeous legs and feet) because it reminded me of a Man I once loved. At first, Santi addressed me as “faggot” and such, but never in an abusive way. Santi was very direct with me, and forced me to be honest with him in multiple ways (including live photographs and such) that exposed me in ways I didn’t expect. I spent much of our initial encounters nervous and anxious as Santi broke down certain emotional barriers. It was a difficult time.
Then one day Santi pulled me into a group chat with his personal friend, a guy named Ben who was skilled at dealing with cash fags. Santi watched as Ben abused me and forced me to pay him $120. Santi told me that, if I wanted to serve him, I had to pay his friend the money. So I did, but I did so practically in tears. I felt so awful because Santi acted so harshly with me in front of his friend, something I didn’t expect from him after we had built up a measure of trust.
Being the intuitive Man he is, Santi immediately sensed my distress and the ugliness of Ben’s behavior. While Santi believes he deserves the worship of fags (and he certainly does), cruelty isn’t really part of his nature. When Santi saw his fag being abused, he became protective of his property. It was an interesting moment in our relationship.
Since then, I have had the privilege of serving Santi financially on multiple occasions. Santi is never cruel to me, but he expects my loyalty and service as his right as a Man. I give him that willingly, but I now also serve him with my mind and heart. Regardless of my life or any Man I might serve in my personal life, I will always serve Santi. He is the kind of Alpha who deserves my worship.
The other night I spontaneously sent Santi some money without being told to do it. I just really wanted to surprise him and make him smile. It wasn’t about being abused or being forced by aggressive tactics or blackmail. Instead, it was about a faggot loving and serving a real Man and giving Him the kind of worship He deserves.
So in the end, I’m not only a fag, but also a cash fag. However, it doesn’t seem so ugly and humiliating anymore.
This Alpha is in complete control and owning His cunt. Hands around the fag’s throat, and owning the fag’s pussy. This is what drives Alphas. And it is what fag’s live for–the complete pleasure of The Man he is providing a hole for.
Exactly. Men need to be able to exert their power like this every so often, but it’s hard to find a Woman who can handle it. Fags are born for this purpose.
While I realize there are a number of Tumblr blogs out there glorifying Dad/son or brother/brother sexual situations, mine is not one of them. Most states have laws forbidding such situations – have you looked up the laws in your area? Also, while I understand some people have rape fantasies/fetishes, it is also illegal in most places. So given the potentially illegal nature of your questions, I refuse to advise you about this matter beyond what the law states. I do think you should seek some sort of help, though, since what your’e describing is potentially harmful for multiple reasons.
Hi fellow fag! Thank you for the nice words!
As for your desire to be used and abused … WOULDN’T WE ALL LIKE THAT? Since you live in Rome, Italy, you’re probably surrounded by one of the highest concentrations of Alpha males in the world. There should be plenty of Men to serve.
I would add this: we fags often fetishize “young Masters” because (a) young bodies are firmer and generally more attractive, and (b) they more closely remind us of the bullies who picked on us when we were young. However, many older Masters and Alphas have the kind of experience and firmness that many faggots crave. Don’t discount a Man based on His age.
In a recent article titled “The Dance” I discussed two potential straight Alphas I wanted to serve. While negotiations continue with Alpha #2 (the nerdy muscle skinhead), it seems that Alpha #1 might be just a tad too nervous to actually accept having a full-time fag serve His giant cock. That bummed me out, because I really wanted Alpha #1 more.
But now a new Alpha has (possibly) come into the picture, one I never expected to be interested in being served by a fag like me. Let me tell you a developing story about an Alpha named Glenn.
I’ve known Glenn for almost two years; he’s a salesman who periodically (two times a week) services my office. Glenn is a 31 year-old light-skinned black Man with a razor-like intellect, a bright, easy smile, and enough confidence to power a small city. And, like many Alphas, Glenn is wildly ambitious; in addition to his sales job, he also owns a successful cleaning business and is partnered in a successful catering service.
I was instantly attracted to Glenn. Physically, Glenn looks like this guy if you could somehow mix a little Chris Tucker into him:
Of course, like most fags, I was also drawn in by Glenn’s intoxicating confidence. Glenn was never shy about his conquests, often bragging about his beautiful live-in girlfriend and the bevy of side chicks he visited regularly. Our conversations were often interrupted by texts from these girls, begging for Glenn’s cock. He loved to flaunt this in front of me and the other guys in the office, although I think I was the only one jealous of the girls.
However, I kept my feelings in check because (a) I am not “out” at work, and (b) I respected Glenn’s prolific heterosexuality. I really treasured our lively, work-related friendship, and didn’t want to risk it by being too much of a faggot.
Then one afternoon Glenn was telling the guys about a particularly rough night of sex. The guys were hanging on every word, laughing and commenting as Glenn described pinning and spanking his latest whore. I shrunk back, quietly digesting the information and attempting to disguise my lust.
Then, suddenly, Glenn broke my concentration. “I bet you like to get manhandled too, don’t you?” he asked me, a big, greedy smile spreading across his face.
The guys in the office started laughing, but Glenn immediately noticed I wasn’t laughing. Instead, I lost my breath and chuckled incredulously. How did he know? I turned several shades of red and couldn’t make eye contact with anybody.
Later, when we were alone, Glenn brought the subject up again. “I hit a nerve earlier, huh?” he asked playfully.
I didn’t know what to say, but, for whatever reason, I decided to tell the truth. “How did you know?” I stammered.
Glenn smiled wickedly. “I just knew.”
After that day, Glenn started making certain demands. He told me he wanted me to start making him food on days he was scheduled to visit (people at the office told him I could cook). For instance, one week he told me to make him lasagna for lunch. The next week it was chili. Then the next week he wanted to try my blueberry pie. I absolutely loved doing this, as we all know the key to a Man’s cock is through His stomach. Fortunately, Glenn loved my food.
It was around this time that Glenn’s live-in girlfriend learned about his many infidelities and left him. It was a tough time, and Glenn was clearly frustrated. Still, he is too confident and positive to let a rough situation bring him down, and soon Glenn was back to projecting his typically forceful Alpha personality.
However, our friendship had subtly changed after his “manhandling” comment and my subsequent reaction (serving him food). I noticed that Glenn seemed more possessive of me after that, and he would occasionally (in a joking manner) reprimand me for paying attention to other people more than him. I never thought much of it, because guys make jokes like that all the time and it never means anything.
However, last week I was absolutely and unabashedly flirting with this tall, blonde muscle jock salesperson. I couldn’t help myself; the kid is heart-stoppingly beautiful (he looks a lot like a blonde muscular version of Jared Leto). It was all I could to keep myself from dropping to my knees right there in the middle of the office.
Unbeknownst to me, Glenn was in another part of the office observing my behavior. Typically, I make a beeline for Glenn whenever he visits, but this time I was too distracted by this friendly Adonis to notice Glenn nearby.
When the Adonis left, Glenn came over to me. “Uh huh … I saw that,” Glenn growled playfully.
I feigned ignorance, but my smile uncovered the truth. “What? What did I do?” I asked.
Glenn got into my face. “Don’t you be talking to other guys right in front of me like that, flirting and shit,” he said, firmly. My heart skipped a beat.
Glenn turned to leave, adding, “Do that again, and I’ll just have to beat your ass.”
I didn’t know what to make of it. Up to this point, I figured Glenn was just a heterosexual dude who selfishly liked receiving attention. But now he seemed to be staking out some territory.
I didn’t see Glenn again until this morning. In the intervening week I had forgotten about Glenn’s sudden burst of frustration over my behavior, and I approached him with the same warm smile as always. Glenn, however, wasn’t smiling.
“Don’t even do that … I’m still pissed at you ‘bout last week,” Glenn said, half-joking.
I suddenly remembered my infraction, and giggled loudly as I wrapped an arm around him. “Aw, I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” I replied, sweetly.
Glenn still seemed serious. “Yeah, I’ll forgive you. I should probably shove my dick down your throat.”
I stopped laughing. I couldn’t breathe. “Well … you probably should,” I said, my voice audibly cracking.
“I just might, fag.”
A bit later I was talking to him again. He seemed to be in a lighter mood now, which was nice.
“I was thinking that you should start working a second job and give me the money,” Glenn said out of nowhere. The comment seemed really bizarre given that Glenn makes significantly more money (collectively) than I do.
I didn’t know how to reply. “Well, fags are good for that, you know,” I said sheepishly.
Glen smiled. “Yeah, they are. They’re also good for giving great blowjobs.” He was studying my reaction.
“Yes they are, Sir” I replied, trying to act like I didn’t want to take the entire length of his cock down my throat right there in front of my coworkers. Searching for something else to say, I added, “Straight guys don’t know about that well-kept secret.”
Glenn paused, looking right through me. “The secret’s out,” he replied.
So now what should I do? It’s always difficult doing “The Dance” at work given the professional environment, but I very much want to serve Glenn and give him everything I can.
I think next week I might introduce the idea of doing some chores for him, and see where it leads. I have a feeling an Alpha like Glenn knows exactly what to do with a fag like me.
Such an imperious look from a Man this young sends shivers up my spine. Of course I would immediately do whatever he commanded of me. I am a fag.
Look at the stare coming from that young Alpha. Do you really think He cares at all about your reservations or anxieties?
Upon consultation with my Sir i cautiously respond:
While going through the process of gaining approval from my Sir to respond to this message we agreed that it seems remarkably similar to a question that has already been answered. Despite this my answer is as follows. your situation has nothing to do with the thought processes of an Alpha. What he did is not the action of an Alpha but of an abuser unworthy of the title. What he did is not Discipline well-reasoned and calculated to correct behavior but rather simply a person lashing out in anger with the intent to wound. Do not mistake such actions as a sign of a Dominant because they are not. They are a sign of a person who cannot control themselves which is infinitely problematic. A person who cannot control themselves in anger is a person who is inherently untrustworthy as they cannot be relied upon to behave in a reasonable and acceptable manner when tempers ignite. he has just proven himself to fit into this category. Today he unleashed his anger on your paintings with the clear intent to deal you a grievous emotional injury. Tomorrow the injury he inflicts might be less metaphysical.
his actions are not a warning sign so much as a blaring klaxon screaming at you to run. Not walk. Run.
PLEASE READ this important, well-written message.
Abuse is not dominance. Abuse is a sign of weakness.
THIS KIDS LIFE IS ALREADY SEALED- HE IS A CUNT AND A THROAT KUNT FOR SUPERIOR MEN- HE BELIEVES IN HIS COMPLETE INFERIORITY TO HIS VERY FAGGOT CORE- ALL FAGS SHOULD STUDY THIS FUCKING PURE SLAVE – HE WILL KNOW NO OTHER LIFE
Tears of joy.
There is a lot of negotiation that takes place between a straight Alpha male and a fag when the Alpha is trying to decide if he wants to use and/or own a fag. For the Alpha, some of this negotiation is internal; the Alpha needs to consider if He can overcome years of male conditioning and His own natural confusion about homosexual sex. The fag must also come to grips with the fact that it must now give up its life and interests to fully submit and serve the Alpha. These are weighty and important decisions for both parties.
I call these early negotiations “the dance.” The Alpha and the fag are circling each other, trying to decide if they are ready to engage in a mutually-beneficial situation.
I am currently involved in “the dance” with two straight Alphas who live near me and are both seeking a fag to serve them. If my beautiful and amazing online Master (a young bisexual Man named Santi over at AlphaFxcksFags) didn’t live in another country over 4,000 miles away, I would be serving Him full time as His eager and willing slave. However, I may never get to serve Him in person, so (of course) my faggoty craving to serve desires a more tangible and immediate Alpha.
I am, however, trying to decide which Alpha would provide me with the training and use I need. Here are my choices:
ALPHA #1: A 24 year-old white businessman who stands 6′3″ and weighs 180 pounds. Cute face, preppy look, with a nice flat stomach, decent chest, big hands, and a giant dick (more than eight inches). I desperately want to show you His amazing cock – one of the most attractive, dildo-like cocks I’ve ever encountered – but He told me I can’t.
Alpha #1 is looking mainly for a cocksucker to service Him, and perhaps a fag to take care of some daily chores (cleaning, cooking). Mainly, though, He just wants to be serviced because His schedule is too hectic to go find girls. We all know fags are good for that.
ALPHA #2: A 22 year-old white student finishing his college degree. He’s 6′0″ and weighs 200 pounds of pure, gym-worked muscle. He has the dangerous look of a nerdy, no-nonsense skinhead (if that makes any sense).
Unlike Alpha #1, Alpha #2 has some limited experience with using fags, although His use of these fags seems to be more about training/control and less about sex. For instance, He has put a couple of fags into chastity just for the control aspect. He recently told me that He likes to have fags get girls for Him to fuck, and then use the fag to fluff and clean His cock afterwards. We have yet to be intimate, and He’s already talking about shaving my entire body and putting me into chastity (something I’ve never experienced before).
For me, there is something very appealing about becoming a personal cocksucker for an arrogant straight Man who loves to be worshiped. On the other hand, there is something appealing about a Man who wants to take over my life and transform me into an object.
And, on the other end of the spectrum, both Alphas are currently weighing out the pros and cons of owning a faggot like me.
So for now, we dance around each other, all the while considering our steps carefully. Soon, though, we will stop dancing to the rhythms of flirtations and instead start dancing to the primal heartbeat all Men in heat share.
I, for one, am hungry for more.
There is no greater luxury, no self-indulgent pleasure more satisfying than to give yourself to the worshipful attention of a seasoned beta with the brains, maturity, and confidence to work your body with fervor and passion tapered with utmost respect and humility. It doesn’t matter what i look like; i am an object to you, an instrument of service. It’s what i do with my hands and mouth that will bring you to an explosive orgasm of the mind and body.
Let me pamper you. Let me give you the attention you deserve. Relax. There is no schedule, no expectations. i am here for you to give you what you need at the moment. Moan. Yell. Retreat into yourself and escape from the stresses of your life. i will take you to new heights of post-orgasmic pleasure as i work the hyper-sensitive head of your pulsing cock with my lips, extracting every last drop of your seed into my waiting mouth.
i will work your body to bring you slowly back down to a place of rest and calm once more, softly licking the thin sheen of sweat off your body – working the tender flesh of you inner thigh, sucking your balls, kissing and sucking the area just below your waist and then slowly moving my lips up your torso to caress your nipples.
And i will retreat in silence, letting myself out.
Yes laying back, eyes closed while catching my breath is pretty fantastic. Slowly licking. The bumps and ridges of the hairy lower abs; stretched ball sack, sensitive growing limp cock. Breathe. It’s almost as good as the feeling of, after recovering, strutting out of the beta’s house knowing all of his neighbors now know my name after the fucking. Men are entitled to the benefits associated with the full services provided by talented faggots. And Some of my most talented betas are handsomely mature men.
Do you really think that Alpha has trouble getting pussy? When you look like that and exude that kind of confidence, finding a girl isn’t difficult at all.
But girls are high maintenance if you want to get something from them.
A fag, on the other hand, is always a willing hole for a Man. Never a complaint, never excuses. That Alpha can do whatever He wants until he’s exhausted his primal energy. Then He can leave the fag there, filled with Seed and satisfied, while the Man goes on with His day.
Tips for bottoms #3
Most Men want their fags smooth and hairless. Few things can be more disturbing for a Man than getting hair on His tongue while rimming your ass.
But beyond that shaving your body also is a statement. It marks us fags as fags, it tells anyone that sees us that we are not real man. Hair is for Men!
But shaving is difficult when you are alone. That’s why you need a fag friend. Having another fag as a friend can be incredibly useful.
I have such a friend and once a week we meet up to shave each other’s butt and crack. When he covers my butt crack with shaving foam, when he fiddled around my dicklet I am always getting excited, but we both know that jerking off is not an option.
My Top is quite strict on that – that I only come when He fucks me. So for a while He used to watch us while we shaved each other. It is actually a great Sunday afternoon entertainment for Him. He was lounging in a chair, watching Sports, enjoying a drink, and me and my friend where next to the TV doing our business.
Afterwards he would always check my butt for residual hair. He can be quite fuzzy about it, so He always finds some hair. Sometimes He would get annoyed and shout at us “do your fucking job you dumb faggots!”
More than once I got slapped in my face for not doing it properly. I am thankful to Him for His harsh regiment, because ultimately it helped me improve and get almost to perfection.
Having a fag friend is not just good for shaving, it is useful in a variety of ways. You can exchange cooking recipes, work out together, exchange on nutrition and so on. Like Men have their buddies to hang out with, we fags should have 1 or 2 fag friends to exchange.
Having a fag friend also helps when your Top has been hard on you. Some Tops, especially younger ones, can be quite merciless and cruel. And while I believe it is their right to be like this, I also believe it helps us deal with it by talking it through with another fag.
I really like this tip quite a bit. I’ve never enjoyed dealing with many fellow fags (they can be quite bitchy and unpleasant when unrestrained), but this might be useful. Thank you!
Exerting His power.
There is no better feeling for a fag than this kind of situation; firmly pressed down by strong hands while the Man on top of you uses your tight pussy hole for His pleasure. I can only imagine the testosterone coursing through the Alpha as he takes what he wants.
Regardless, both parties are fulfilling their purpose, and there is nothing better than that.
Oh lord. This is a complicated question. I would highly suggest that you reach out to some submissives boys for some tips here. My advice is more generalized. More over, everyone is a little different. Here are some thoughts.
I do believe that practice makes perfect. The more you work at it, the better it will be.
Watch your teeth. It only takes a short scrapping to ruin the whole thing.
You have a tongue. Use it. Sucking up and down only goes so far.
I don’t like when a boy uses his hand to assist, some guys like that. You just have to get a feel from the guy.
I’ll give you a little tip to conclude. You know how most subs like dirty talk. Doms like it too. Compliment his cock. Tell him how much you love it. It has a psychological element that really makes the blowjob hotter.
All of these are excellent tips from an Alpha (particularly the tongue part). They should be required reading for fags out there eager to please.
As a fag, I might add this if I may:
The dirty talking is important, but a Man can tell if a Woman/fag isn’t enjoying it by their body language. Men are very intuitive creatures, and many of their responses come from the behaviors they sense in another person. If a fag is hesitant, nervous, or seemingly disgusted by the experience, the rest of the blowjob is generally a waste of time.
Want to serve Him. Look up at him while you work on His cock. Demonstrate by your body language that you love His cock. Moan like you’re savoring a delicious meal. And when He finally cums, show Him how much you appreciate Him by swallowing it and licking your lips afterwards.
Not only will He love what you’ve done, but He will more than likely come back for more.
Since I have a major interest in Men, cum, and photography, I decided to put out an ad looking for Men willing to allow me to film them ejaculating. I wanted to use my Canon 5d Mark III to get some quality HD shots and closeups. Yeah, I’m weird.
Almost immediately a young guy answered my ad telling me he was “very interested” and attached three photos. Take a look at that picture above and tell me you wouldn’t want to see that Alpha Man cum. I know I would.
Scary part: His face (which I can’t show) is just as beautiful. Hopefully I can do more than simply take His picture.
There’s just something about a straight dude with a huge hairy cock. You look at it and you know it was meant to plow deep into a real woman and procreate. You can just picture it blowing out huge gobs of thick white potent semen packed with egg-seeking sperm.
Think about this next time you’re lucky enough to blow a straight dude, or better yet, next time a straight dude is about to seed your rectum.
Guys like this know the world revolves around their Alpha cocks, and they absolutely love the attention it brings to them. Always show an Alpha how much you love His cock, and He will use you to the point of unconscious bliss.
So I bought this wonderful dildo and it arrived last night. As a fag, I believe it’s always a good idea to continuously challenge yourself and perfect your abilities and skills. Alphas appreciate a fag who works hard for their pleasure.
I don’t know if this is true for all of my fag brothers out there, but sucking a Man’s cock gives me intense and fulfilling pleasure. I could literally do it day and night for the rest of my life. If there was a legal way to suck dick for a living, I’d be incredibly wealthy and unbelievably satisfied. I can almost achieve an orgasm from having a dick in my throat.
Anyway, when this perfect dildo arrived I immediately started shoving it down my throat. Exquisite! It’s been several weeks since I had to leave my last Alpha (story coming soon) and I wanted something inside me.
A curious thing happened, though. After sucking and swallowing that dildo for a good while, I was so satiated that I fell into a deep sleep all night and had vivid, amazing dreams. I was a happy, well-contented cocksucker.
the intensity of the ejaculation that we share as men. Some of us, a
little luckier than most, spew squirt after squirt. Blasting cum.
In the hetero world, those guys are not as valued as in the homo world.
Makes sense right? No woman, from a college sorority girl to the
married wife in her forties what’s her face covered in splooge. When I
was dating, I remember I would hold back self-consciously for some
women, so as not to slow down and jeopardize the relationship. How
fucked up is that? Issues heterosexual men must face. On the other
side of the fence, however, in a man on man situation, there is no
holding back – ideally. (Despite the size of the Alpha…)
As opposed to a woman, a gay man is typically fascinated by a huge load.
He wants to watch, feel and eat multiple shots. The wants to feel the
warm sticky splooge splat on his chest, or back, or catch it in his
hungry mouth, spurt after spurt. The beta dreams of feeling a cock pump
his mouth full of cum; it may even spill out his mouth or even his
nose. Pathetic. He dreams of a fat cock shoved deep down his throat so
he can’t breathe as pump after pump is experienced by his Alpha. The
fag’s head held in place as his hands hold onto the solid firm ass of
his top. Tears of faggot joy caused by the brutal shove and force of
ejaculation flow from the beta’s eyes.
Or the ultimate for the beta, feeling that last brutal shove before is
Alpha seeds the fag’s man pussy. Being held down. His discomfort
disregarded, as he listens to is Alpha grunt and moan and try to breath,
and he feels the big cock throbbing in his cunt, flooding it spurt
For me, I am hyper sensitive after I cum. I’m amazed when I see porn
that shows a beta licking the cum off of a cock after the top comes.
Or even sucking the dick. I’m way too sensitive for that. Polishing my
Apple is out of the question for up to a couple of minutes after I cum
and my body stops shuttering. I am interested to hear the experience of
After almost five minutes or so of recovery and catching my breath, I’m
happy to roll the Magnum off my cock, careful not to spill the ounce or
so of jizz, and to offer my still warm seed to the faggot I just fucked
as his reward. His faggot fuel – my serum – entering his body and
marking him. Some will usually drink it down, linking us further. (Or
save it for later (Pat).)
The intensity of ejaculation like in these clips, and the multiple
spurts we enjoy, these are sexual aspects that make it great to be a
Just like this. Every fucking time. Just like this7 notes
Here is a revision of the graphic I posted a earlier following suggestions from a wise and more knowledgeable Alpha. The percentage of Masters has increased as has the percentage of fags and slaves based on Master’s experiences of there being far more slaves and fags available than there are Masters. Thanks to the Sir that helped me correct the graphic. It was originally posted, I believe, by a straight Master of gay slaves.
I was asked by a beta recently to describe what “worship” means to me. For me, being the object of a beta’s desire fuels my ego, reaffirming that my swagger is genuine. But more importantly for the beta, I believe it gives him the opportunity to explore an Alphas many nooks and crannies and do exactly what he wants with another man’s body without fear of judgement. He’s doing what is expected.
Worship means being undressed by a sub, listening to him adore you as he watches you standing there in your underwear. It means knowing that he will lick your pits clean, nuzzle his face in your man fur and lick from the chest down the happy trail. Taking his time and Testing your abs. It means he will tongue your hairy ass. You can fill his gut with your piss. And he’ll suck your cock, for as long as you want and need without getting tired. Just listening to him gag and gurgle gives me pleasure. Worship means using him as your fuck toy; being rough and fucking him just the way you like. Because that’s what he’s there for. It’s nature’s design.
Just like this. Every fucking time. Just like this.
Very interesting Alpha perspective.
One night a few years ago I attended the wedding of a fag hag’s friend. My fag hag asked me along as her date when her “guy of the week” backed out. Since I’m always interested in free alcohol and a dancefloor, I accepted.
While my friend socialized, I spent my time fluttering around the packed reception hall looking for hot guys. Almost immediately, I saw an incredibly muscular black male around my height (5′10″) whose upper body was straining the seams on his fitted and expensive suit. He looked something like this:
Instantly, everyone else disappeared from my view, including the chunky blonde white girl on his arm. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He felt like the center of gravity in the room, and everything seemed to swirl around his intense confidence. It was mesmerizing.
So I positioned myself in his field of view nearby, smiled, and noticed that his rum and Coke was nearly empty. So I went by him casually and told him that I was getting another drink and asked if he’d like me to fetch one for him as well. He looked me over in a moment of eternal tension, smiled cautiously, and said, “Sure thing, man.”
When I returned with his drink, his date had conveniently disappeared into the restroom with her friends. Perfect opportunity. After asking his name (Sam) and about his association to the mostly-white wedding party, I segued into asking him about his weightlifting. Turned out he was a bodyguard for a well-known televangelist and also a highway patrolman, which led to more animated conversation.
Once his girlfriend returned, I pleasantly excused myself, but remained in the area. Every time his drink ran low, I arrived with a refill. Sam quickly realized that I was treating him with more respect and honor than his girlfriend. He clearly liked the attention. So by the end of the night, Sam asked me to call him.
After a few weeks of occasional texting, Sam asked me to come to his condo downtown early one Friday night. The place was jaw-dropping: exposed brick, open, loft-like floor plan, Brazilian hardwood floors, granite countertops, and perfect accent lighting everywhere.
Sam was cooking beef tips in some sort of reduction with asparagus, mushrooms, and onions, as well as some rice with tomatoes and cilantro. I was immediately embarrassed; no Man should be cooking for me. However, I kept silent (it was his house, after all), instead offering to set out the dishes on his long, knotted dining room table. After I finished, Sam offered me a glass of his Merlot, which I gladly accepted (I was terrified).
Then Sam did something distinct to change the nature of our friendship. He put the spoon down and said, firmly, “Here, finish cooking this.” I took the spoon and began working while Sam went over to the breakfast bar and sat down. From there, he watched me work for him as he sipped his wine.
Conversation over dinner was pleasant enough, although my heart felt like it skipped every other beat. We mostly talked about religion. But Sam wanted to talk about something else.
“I really appreciate that you’re submissive,” he said casually. I tensed noticeably. Sam liked that reaction. “The way you were getting my drinks at the wedding and paying attention to me … I really like that in a person.”
It was one of the few times in my life when I simply couldn’t speak. I tried to smile, some weak and awkward smirk as my mind searched for the proper response. “Yeah, well I’m glad,” I mumbled, adding, “I just like to be nice to people, I guess.”
“Uh huh,” Sam said, standing up. He put a hand under my right armpit. “C’mon,” he said, almost growling.
Sam led me into his huge, dark bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one wall, and the lights outside streamed across the king-sized bed in the center of the room. Once inside, he turned and pulled me to him. His body was huge, like the Earth; being held by him was like being held by boulders. I’ve been blessed to be with many well-built Men, but Sam was by far the largest. My hands reflexively began to search his muscular frame.
The whole time Sam watched me, a smile crossing his face. “You like that?” he whispered in my ear. My mouth was too dry to answer.
Sam lightly picked me up and placed me on the bed. Casually, he took off his clothes; first, the maroon Oxford shirt, then the tight jeans, and finally the yellow bikini brief, until he was standing in front of me completely and gloriously naked. Then he gently fell onto the bed next to me.
“Now it’s your turn,” he ordered, nudging me on the back. Waves of body image insecurities flooded through me. How could I strip down in front of this muscular black god and reveal my puny, even pudgy white body? I was terrified, but I had to comply.
I skipped the sensual strip tease, opting instead for a quick “get it over with” approach. But as I finished, Sam said, “Stop.” I stood there naked, waiting for him to kick me out of his condo.
Instead, Sam smiled. “Stand over by that window.” Although confused, I complied. I felt even more exposed next to the open window, light from the street illuminating my unformed body.
“Perfect,” Sam muttered to my astonishment. Then Sam smiled so brightly that I could see his straight teeth through the darkness. “Come over here.”
Once in bed, Sam immediately grabbed my head and forced it down on his huge, fat cock. He fucked my mouth from multiple angles, every time his strong hands were around the back of my head or around my throat.
At one point Sam was sitting in bed, with me on my stomach in between his legs servicing him. Sam reached down and began spanking me. At first the hits were light, but they quickly evolved into vicious swipes. After every few, Sam would run a finger between my ass cheeks and gently probe by hole. I would arch my ass into the air, grinding into his exploratory fingers. Mainly, though, I didn’t want him to hit me anymore.
“You like that, huh?” Sam growled as he watched me writhe on the bed under his command. I mumbled in agreement as best as I could with an eight inch cock in my mouth.
Sam pulled my head off of his cock and slammed it firmly into the mattress. He climbed around behind me and began poking the fat head of his cock at my tiny little ass pussy.
“You want that, don’t you bitch?” Then another hard slap on my reddening ass.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe, my face held in the blankets and my body balled up against Sam’s immovable mass. I could feel Sam working his cock against my rebellious hole.
I began to feel panicked. “What about a condom?” I coughed into the mattress.
Sam’s only reply was to push his enormous cock into me in one long stroke. The pain was incredible, but nothing compared to what it felt like to have Sam then hold me down and angrily buttfuck me. He certainly wasn’t gentle, punctuating every few thrusts with another stinging slap.
“Uhhhhh, bitch, you’re so fucking tight.”
I felt like I might pass out, unsure of what to do. Then, suddenly, Sam’s home phone rang. “Aw, shit,” Sam bellowed as he pulled his cock out of me. I collapsed on the bed, turning to watch his enormous frame bound across the room to the phone. After a few short muffled sentences, Sam slammed the phone down.
“Been an accident on I-270, and I gotta go,” said Sam as he hurriedly picked clothes from the floor and forced them over his bulging body.
As he finished dressing, he came to the bed and loomed over me. “Stay here. I’ll only be gone two hours. I want to finish in you when I get back,” he said, staring directly into my eyes. My tiny cock leaked precum at the command.
After Sam left, I shivered in his bed. Eventually I went into the bathroom, where I discovered my asshole was bleeding slightly from the intrusion. I looked at my burning ass in the mirror; it was slashed with finger-like red marks.
My mind was racing – did Sam just try to rape me? Does he practice safe sex? If he’s this violent on the first visit, what might the future hold?
Terrified – and yet unsure of my true nature as a fag – I collected my clothes and ran out of Sam’s condo. I never heard from him again. A year later I went by his place, only to see a realty company sign in the window.
Rarely a month goes by that I don’t think about Sam and the way his natural Alpha instincts led to one of the defining encounters of my life. Had I been a better, more secure faggot at the time, I might’ve found myself in a fulfilling relationship faithfully serving a glorious god of a Man. My own fears and lack of personal insight prevented that from happening.
But I still have the memory, and it helps to motivate me even today.
First and easiest answer is to look online. Grindr, A4A, Recon and Craigslist. Second and more difficult answer is more organic. Find an alpha male and start doing things for him. Simple at first, opening doors and stuff, then up it to asking him if you can bring him a drink or food, then up it again and ask if he needs help cleaning, cooking or doing laundry – a true alpha male will see you for what you are at this point and you’ll end up on your knees with his dick in his mouth
Pretty good advice from an Alpha regarding those first few tricky steps to find an Alpha to serve. I’ve done this many times, and it works.
Many of the boys who bully fags at school do what they do because of high testosterone levels and their own basic alpha chemistry, which compels them to dominate and humiliate weaker males. Most say they are sexually aroused by the bullying, just as the fags are excited to be the recipients of it.
Bullying fags is a win/win…it helps the boys develop their sense of manliness and teaches the fags their place. It can never start too early.
It’s Nature, not Nurture.
I suppose I’ve reached a milestone of sorts. This month-old blog has accumulated 500 followers, which seems significant to me. And quite unexpected.
As a fag, I’m accustomed to serving without receiving appreciation or gratitude. However, this Tumblr experience has been rewarding for me personally mainly because of the people I’ve met and the sharing of philosophies with other fags and my Alpha superiors.
I’m hoping to expand into some other areas soon. Hopefully I can continue to reach out and help others develop a path that leads to greater personal fulfillment.
To my fellow fags: continue to serve Men everyday, because they deserve our worship.
To my beloved Alphas: Thank you for your example, Sirs. Please continue to mold the world to your advantage and make it a better place for everyone.
I am sorry I have not been posting recently. Thank you for the many messages expressing concern/annoyance with my disappearance. I know I left you hanging with unresolved questions about my service to Rex.
Rex returned from His vacation determined to have me set aside any anxiety and to focus solely on serving Him. It was pretty exciting to have Him behave so aggressively. It got rough for me emotionally one evening when He spent time carefully reviewing my blog and some of the blogs I have been following. He found every humiliating thing ever posted by a faggot and asked if I wanted Him to do that. Whenever I declined a suggestion, He had me “unfollow” that blog. He had never done anything like that, and it was embarrassing and difficult for me.
But then, something truly awful happened. My father died suddenly from a heart attack. He had not been ill as far as anyone knew, so it was a huge shock to me and my family. I am not going to say much more about that in this blog.
However, it is important for you to know that Rex has been amazing. He has shown me the gentle support and comfort only an Alpha can give. I had not expected so much tenderness from Him. He went to the funeral and charmed my entire family. I was feeling pretty vulnerable, and Rex seemed to know just what to do to ensure I remain loyal and devoted to Him. I have never been more sure of my desire to serve Him.
I am just getting back to work this week and still a bit overwhelmed by everything. I will try to give you a fuller update soon.
Not only is this fellow fag a hero of mine, but his Rex is the kind of Alpha every one of us longs to serve. An inspiration.
There are quite a few guys online claiming to be Alphas and demanding “fag cash” from “inferiors.” Aside from an occasional glimpse at their feet (not always a pretty sight), they mostly seem to use Googled pictures of hot guys to entice fags to pay them tributes.
Would a real Alpha need to resort to this level of deceit and obfuscation? It seems a real Alpha would be confident enough to display Himself proudly to inferior fags He intends to use in some way.
If an Alpha truly believes He deserves worship and tributes from faggots, then He should be willing to demonstrate His superiority in some way other than writing derogatory and anonymous comments to phony pictures of muscled Men. If you’re going to take fag money, at least have the courage to do in a manner that would befit any real Alpha male.
If not, then you’re not really an Alpha. You’re just another phony internet pretender hiding behind hot pictures.
(I apologize to any true Alphas who may read this. I recognize my inferiority and understand that it is not my place to speak like this. However, phony internet Alphas embarrass you Sirs who truly deserve our worship. Thank you, Sirs, for Your understanding, and please forgive me.)
I do love watching straight porn sometimes.
Ultimately, Alphas are meant to breed Women and conquer the world. His purpose is to own and control everything and everyone around Him. The world gives Him adoration. Women give Him children. Seeing an Alpha fulfill these things turns me on quite a bit.
Fags, on the other hand, are merely cumrags to straight gods. Servants. Fags are useful objects Alphas own to obtain pleasure or satisfaction. But whatever we can give Him to help him fulfill this purpose is better than never serving Him at all.
A cocksucker does much more than just suck your dick and bring you to orgasm.
1. He also worships your manhood. A cocksucker understands the enormous privilege he has when you allow him to suck your cock.The more you give it to him the hungrier he gets and the better he will perform, devoting himself exclusively to your total pleasure.
2, A good cocksucker makes your dick the center of the world while he’s on his knees. That’s a big turn-on for most men.
3. You don’t have to feel guilty about using a cocksucker instead of having mutual sex with him. A cocksucker wants to be used, wants to make it all about you and your pleasure, your cock, your masculinity. He’s on his knees to serve you, his feeder. A cocksucker doesn’t expect or want reciprocation. He is happy to go after he has served you.
4. A cocksucker allows you to express your dominance, as the cocksucker necessarily submits to you and allows himself to be used. Most men love to be dominant, and you can’t get much more dominant over another man than by using him for sexual pleasure and sticking your dick in his mouth. Having your cock worshipped by another man, on his knees, and seeing the hunger and need in his eyes, amplifies your power and reinforces your dominance. Over time you become more superior.
5. A cocksucker will allow your superiority to inform and guide his worship.In turn this will enable you to realise, if you didn’t already, that you can get a cocksucker to serve you any way you want and you don’t need to hold back.
6. Cocksuckers expect to be used this way. Its how they are and what they need to be fulfilled.
This is why men use cocksuckers. Or could if they wanted to.If you’re a feeder reading this, I’d love to hear what your cocksucker does for you and how it makes you feel.
A brilliant look at why Alphas use fags so often, and why fags love it.