Thank you so much for this message, Sir! I’m always extra-happy when I hear that straight Alphas enjoy my stuff (or, even better, get off on it). First things first: I have been contacted by multiple fags around New Jersey, but you’re the first true Alpha I’ve met in the area. If you can send me contact information (Kik is handy), I’ll start sending them your way. As for California Alpha, he has come to appreciate me as a loyal and intelligent faggot, and so he wanted to put his stamp on me in that way. He does not abuse me like many online Alphas have (like online cash Masters who try to extract money from faggots). Anyway, I really appreciate your message, Sir. Please contact me if you’d like to use me to find fag slaves in your area, Sir.
Anything is possible with California Alpha. Of course, I suppose I should warn you that California Alpha has two children from two different women, and three other women are currently pregnant with children that he has no intention of claiming as his own. He’s very potent and virile, and very much enjoys impregnating women. So be prepared for that eventuality, but you shouldn’t expect to see him in the delivery room when you have the kid or expect to see child support payments in your mailbox.
It’s also convenient that you do not cite any examples of this. Look, I’m human … I do try to see all perspectives, but truthfully, I have my own interests and experiences and that’s it. However, I do think I try to be encouraging and fair to other lifestyle choices. For instance, I recently answered questions about chastity, something I’ve never done nor had any interest in trying. I’ve even made an attempt to admit when I think I’m seeing things from my own perspective or bias (see: “Gay Alphas”). Like I said, I’m not perfect, but I think overall I’ve made quite an attempt to stretch the fairly narrow subject matter of this blog to cover a wide range of things that do not interest me. But whatever … I can’t please everybody, so I’m not going to try and suit you alone. I’m just going to be me, and you can choose not to visit here anymore.
The threat of contracting STDs is very real, and definitely something to keep in mind. I’ve written about this on the site before (“Serving Safely”). Almost all STDs can be handled with a round of antibiotics, although they can very uncomfortable in the short term. Hepatitis, CMV, and of course HIV are the really dangerous, incurable, and life-altering STDs. It’s highly unlikely (like near 0%) that you would contract HIV from a straight Alpha/total top, but CMV and Hepatitis are quite prevalent across the human population. As always, I think it’s important to use safe sex where possible, but also have open communication between sex partners. If you don’t know someone well, insist on testing or proof of cleanliness. Also, it seems that PrEP has been effective in eliminating most risks of HIV infection. You should discuss this with your doctor.
Well, that’s one way to identify a friend as a potential fag. I think if you enjoy skullfucking him, why stop? You can use other fags, too. There shouldn’t be any reason to completely discard a fag or bottom who pleases you in some ways.
I received a two-part question from @milo-mayer and wanted to answer both at the same time. Here is his question:
Hi, Sir … First, congratulations and thanks for your great blog. Sorry because my English is not very good. I am 21 years old and a few months ago to serve Alpha 26 years. He is very dominant and ordered me to I put a permanent chastity device. His intention is that my genitals become something of a clitoris, I do not know. My penis and balls are somewhat larger, Sir, and I have a little fear. He insists that I put the gadget makes me chastity or castration.
My stupid question is: Is it advisable to carry the gadget permanently? How to take good hygiene with the apparatus of chastity always placed? Perhaps you or someone can help me in these questions, Thanks and forgive for your trouble with these questions.
First of all, thank you for the compliments, although I’m not a “sir.” I’ve had to repeat that a lot lately … not sure why it keeps happening. I’m a FAGGOT, not a “sir.”
First of all, congratulations on finding an Alpha to serve. Hopefully he’s a good Man as well, someone you can easily admire and to whom you can willingly surrender.
It is quite likely that this Alpha has two reasons why he wants you in chastity. First of all, it absolutely makes you hornier and increases your eagerness to serve. Also, if you do have larger genitals, he probably wants to remind you that he’s the Man and reinforce the idea that his genitals are the only ones that matter.
It’s somewhat rare that a penis cannot fit into a chastity device. This is certainly true in some cases – @biggerthanyobf is 6.5 inches limp, for instance – but most penises can fit into the devices on the market. It might be quite uncomfortable at first, but that’s also the idea.
If you wear the device consistently, your penis and testicles will eventually get much smaller. This is a result of the device preventing erections and male orgasms. There isn’t anything necessarily harmful about this (unless the device actually damages the genital region), but your genitals will be transformed if you wear the device long enough. You must be mentally/emotionally prepared for that.
Many chastity wearers (I’m not one of them currently) induce prostate orgasms (through anal stimulation with a dildo) in order to drain out excess semen. This is probably necessary in the first few months of wearing the device, or until your body adjusts to the lack of consistent ejaculations. A prostate orgasm is quite pleasurable, but very different from an ejaculation. It takes some practice to achieve a prostate orgasm.
Most cleaning can be done with the device in place. Typical chastity devices are made of plastic or stainless steel, and handle water and soap quite well. However, proper hair removal would necessitate the uncoupling of the device. I suggest waxing the area every 1-2 months (perhaps professionally) so that the hair grows in much slower and (eventually) with less frequency.
Male chastity (and, more extremely, castration) has been performed for many centuries. Overall, it’s safe, but the results are often permanent and definitely transform a male’s body image. You can try it out and see how you like it, although the first few weeks might be a bit tough (particularly while you sleep) as your erect cock fights against the cage. However, this discomfort is largely temporary. Many submissive males and fags who wear chastity devices find great comfort in them.
For more information, you might want to talk to @cagedjock, a beautiful faggot who has a lot of experience using these devices. Good luck to you, my brother!
I’m ABSOLUTELY willing to talk to you! Are you kidding? I’m here to help. You can always get a hold of me on Kik (normalsubmissive) or by email (fagsworshipstraights (at) yahoo). Don’t be afraid. You can find happiness and fulfillment.
Stupid fags like this one who cannot follow simple and obvious rules of submission (hey, I have no way to contact you if an Alpha is interested!) will be automatically deleted. It’s no wonder Alphas want to whip the shit out of most fags! You’re too stupid to be anything other than a punching bag! Brainless fag requests like this one are BY FAR The worst thing about running this blog.
Lazy pussyboys, behold your worst nightmare; a Man playing with your competition. It is a harsh truth to speak, i know, but it is truth nevertheless. A pussyboy should be, is meant to be, so very much more to Him than a simple sex toy; a thing for Him to dump His Seed into. Indeed a pussyboy who is dedicated to his submission and serving his Sir properly adds so much value to his Sir’s life in so many different and varied ways that such an unflattering comparison is unthinkable. But the pussyboy that fails to perceive his service unto Him as anything more than sexual fails to comprehend where his true worth unto his Alpha lies and in so doing lowers himself into a state of such competition. Therefore, to any pussyboys for whom “serving” their Sir is comprised only of getting Him off i say, hone your technique and pray fervently that they never make better fleshlights. For if they do, what then will He need you for?
Wise words from a true fag brother. A Fleshlight can get a Man off, but a Fleshlight cannot give a Man power over his domain. By truly submitting to a Man, a fag gives the Man so much more than a simple orgasm. A fag’s submission reinforces the strength, virility, and egotistical dominance that Nature implanted in Men. That is something a Fleshlight cannot ever provide.
If you’re serious about serving Men, then learning to suck dick properly is essential. Men love to have a talented mouth worshiping their cock.
Of course, dicks come in all kinds of shapes and sizes. Some Men don’t have particularly large dicks, and servicing them usually isn’t much of a struggle. However, many Alpha Males are well-endowed – it’s part of what makes them an Alpha in the first place – so mastering deep-throat techniques will help provide more pleasure for him and more self assurance for you.
I’ve served many well-endowed Men (remember, I have a fondness for black Men), so I’ve learned a few tricks that have helped me master the technique.
The first thing to remember about deep-throating is that it involves the mind as much as it involves any physical part of your body. Many fags give up in frustration and try to excuse their failure to fully deep-throat a larger cock. However, these excuses aren’t acceptable because:
(1) Barring a birth defect, the mechanics and dimensions of the human throat are extraordinarily similar. If anything, a male’s throat might even be (generally) a bit larger than a female’s throat, and we know many females can deep-throat. So no, faggot, your throat isn’t “too small” to accommodate an extra-large cock.
(2) All humans have a gag reflex. The gag reflex is essential for life, as it helps prevent larger objects from becoming lodged in the throat. While some might have more extreme reactions to the gag reflex, we all still have the same involuntary fight against an object in the back of the throat. However, some have obviously mastered their gag reflex enough to swallow a large dick. In other words, you aren’t some special flower with the most intense gag reflex in human history. You just aren’t trying to overcome it.
I think the reason many most people fail at deep-throat is because they don’t love the dick enough. To successfully deep-throat a giant cock, you must be absolutely HUNGRY for it. You must CRAVE to have that entire dick inside of you. When you reach that mental state, your mind helps to override your nervous system. Instead of being afraid of the gagging, you push yourself to get the cock inside of you. That can make all of the difference.
Of course, the gag reflex is real and sometimes cannot be avoided. It’s mechanical. However, in my experience, Men love to hear a cocksucker gagging on their large dick; it’s an ego trip for them that makes the encounter more pleasurable. Another bonus from the gag reflex is the production of additional saliva to help the dick slide into the throat with ease. So the gag reflex isn’t a terrible thing, nor should it be an impediment to fully deep-throating a cock.
To help train and overcome a gag reflex, it’s important to train your mind to remember that a cock isn’t going to lodge in your throat. It’s attached to another human being and will easily pull out. You cannot choke to death on a cock unless the Man behind the cock is a murderer out specifically to kill you, and even then it’s unlikely because you could bite it off.
If you want to develop this mental state, I suggest getting a dildo. It should be one that is either very long (so you can easily hold and control it) or has balls on one end to prevent it from lodging in your throat. Make sure it is silicone, as most other dildos have a terrible taste/smell that won’t wash off and could be harmful. Challenge yourself to take more of the dildo with each session, training your mind to want it completely inside your throat. Before long, you will be surprised by your abilities.
Most of all, you must learn to RELAX. Yes, that can be difficult when a Man has you by the head and is brutally face fucking you. However, if you relax and remember your mental training, you can successfully take his cock in ways you never thought possible.
As fags, we want to serve Men the way we know they deserve. Since we know they love having a talented mouth around their Manhood, it is our duty to become the best cocksucker they’ve ever had. By doing so, we give them pleasure and honor, as well as a very compelling reason to continue using us.
I have a companion article to this piece, designed to instruct how to handle extra-large cocks. Please CLICK HERE for more!
And don’t forget the balls! Here are some tips for properly worshiping a Man’s ballsack: Please click here!
I started this site with a mission: to educate fags and straight/gay Alphas and encourage them to embrace their places in the natural order and fulfill their respective purpose in life.
So of course, I love hearing experiences of people who have been helped by this message.
Today I received a note from @colonelrocq, a straight military Alpha in the Midwest. Apparently, he was drinking at an off-base bar with some friends when a 45 year old man stopped him as he was heading to the bathroom. They had a brief, inconsequential conversation before @colonelrocq continued to the restroom.
Then this happened (in @colonelrocq’s own words):
“I had my cock out pissing when he appeared next to me. He flat out asked if I had posted on your site. I affirmed that yes i did! He offered his fag throat for use and slipped his contact # in my front pocket, giving my left nut a good grab as he did so! Long story short, I had him come by early xmas morning and I throat raped him for almost 3 hours. Best fag service I’ve had in years! Thanks again for your site! Keep up the good work faggot!!!!”
It’s always wonderful to hear that an Alpha is being worshiped properly, but I’m especially encouraged to hear that one of the fags reading this site worked up this kind of courage! As I’ve said many times before, BE BRAVE and you will find fulfillment. Most Men will accept your worship if you show bravery, sincerity, and humble respect.
Several years ago I was serving this hot ex-military kid named Ben. I haven’t written much about Ben here, but I will eventually. When I met Ben, he was fresh out of his term of service and had saved up enough money to buy a small two-story house about 45 minutes from me.
Once Ben realized my true nature, he made good use of me sexually and domestically. I couldn’t even help myself; Ben was probably the most beautiful Alpha I’ve ever served. He was mixed, black and possibly Oriental, and these traits were mixed to perfection. He had wide, piercing eyes and fat, pouty lips that would split into a seductive smile. I really loved Ben’s smooth, cappuccino-colored skin, his long, fat cock, and his perfect, muscled ass. Like any Alpha, Ben loved being worshiped, and, despite his youth, he already had a storied history of using women and fags.
As Christmas approached that year, Ben told me I didn’t need to come by his place to clean over the holiday, as he would be leaving fairly early on Christmas morning for an extended break. Despite gaining some extra time to myself, I was disappointed. I always loved cleaning for him, especially when he was around to supervise.
So I decided to surprise him.
I got a large toilet paper box from a local grocery store and cut two large holes at either end. Then I wrapped it in Christmas-themed paper (leaving the holes exposed) and put a huge red bow on it. A handmade card on top said, “To: Ben The gift that keeps on giving.”
On Christmas morning I went over to Ben’s house, arriving around 6:30. I went to the back of the house and, using the key Ben gave to me for cleaning duties, I quietly slipped inside. The house was quiet and dark, and smelled of pizza and pot smoke. “I’m going to have a lot of work to do when Ben gets back,” I thought to myself.
So I found a nice spot in the living room near the stairs that lead to the upstairs bedrooms, took off all of my clothes, and wriggled into the box. The box was the perfect size, covering all of my torso but leaving my head, arms, and ass/legs exposed. Here is a very rough illustration:
I remained in that position for what seemed like forever (probably close to 40 minutes) before I finally heard movement upstairs. I was so excited to surprise Ben like this! When I heard footsteps approaching the stairwell, my heart started beating rapidly and I could barely contain my laughter.
Then I heard a female’s voice scream: “WHAT THE FUCK?!?” I craned my neck up to see a naked young girl frantically trying to cover herself with Ben’s robe. She turned and ran up the stairs yelling to Ben, “THERE’S A NAKED GUY DOWN THERE!”
I was too terrified to move.
I heard Ben stumble out of bed and race down the stairs. He was naked too. As soon as he saw me, he started laughing maniacally. “Stay there,” he commanded as he went back up to his room to deal with the hysterical girl still yelling as she got dressed. They immediately began fighting, but it lasted just a few minutes before Ben was ordering her to “GET THE FUCK OUT.”
Once dressed, the girl stomped down the stairs in full diva mode. “Fucking faggot!” she screamed as she stormed out. I was mortified.
Ben came back down, still gloriously naked, a huge smile on his face.
“I’m so sorry, Sir,” I muttered, searching for something to make the situation less awkward.
“Eh, don’t worry about it,” said Ben with a relaxed laugh, “I picked her up at a bar last night. She’s nothing.”
Ben knelt down in front of my face. His cock was getting hard. “You want a Christmas present too, huh?” he said with a bright smile.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Then get Daddy hard,” he said, sliding his dick in my mouth. His dick was sweaty and well-used from the night before.
“Can you taste her pussy on it?” asked Ben.
I mumbled “yes.” Ben moaned. “Then clean it off,” he ordered.
After a several minutes of casual sucking, Ben lifted me to my knees and stood over me so he could fuck my mouth. Soon he was moaning loudly. “You ready for your present?” he yelled. He then shot several thick spurts of cum down my throat. I was actually quite surprised how much he unloaded into me given that he spent the previous night fucking his latest whore.
He went limp in my throat as I greedily continued to worship his cock. Finally, he pulled out.
“Nice job, fag, but listen, “ he said, pausing for effect, “next time you want to do something like this, watch for strange cars out front.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Sir.” I mumbled timidly.
“Cool,” said Ben, heading upstairs, “now get out of here and have a merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too, Sir,” I replied as I quietly collected my things.
Thank you so much for this message, Sir. It’s been a rough week, and I really needed the smile. Sir, let me say this: in your case, it should be INCREDIBLY easy to find a faggot slave. If fags are already hitting on you, then half the battle is already won. Fags are generally very discreet since they don’t want anyone to know they’re fags, either. Just find a fag you think is tolerably attractive and use him in whatever way you desire. While there are certainly a lot of flaky fags or fags with diva attitudes, most fags will quickly fall into service mode when under the control of a straight or Alpha Male. Assert your dominance, and the fag will do whatever you desire. There is a reason you were hearing stories about your frat brothers using fags – fags serve Men completely, and that is always appealing to the Male ego. Go get yourself some fags, Sir, and please keep me informed! Happy Holiday, Sir!
I typically cover my feet, simply because some people find feet disgusting (although I have pretty attractive feet for a male). However, I don’t usually have sex with socks on unless it’s a rush job. I’m always grossed out when I see porn videos in which either party is wearing socks; it’s weird to me. That said, a Man can determine whether or not I have my feet covered in his presence. Some Men want their fags completely naked because it adds to the fag’s vulnerability. Again, if it bothers a Man enough, he will make the decision and say something.
Thank you very much! Yes, I have been pissed on. Like with whipping/beating, there is an enjoyment factor in it for me, but I do believe I’m good enough as a faggot to not deserve such harsh or extreme treatment. However, some Men wants these things, and some Men are definitely worth it.
I don’t mean to do that, but I also try to tackle things with bluntness and honesty. Growing older as a fag is tough, but so is growing older in general. Many, many non-fags end up old and alone, even people prone to long-term relationships. Do you want me to unlock the secret of life for you and guarantee you eternal comfort and protection? Sorry, kid. If this is your concern, then don’t be a faggot and see where that leads you.
Like I said the first time, it’s entirely possible that an Alpha would show intimate affection with a fag. I’ve served a couple of “cuddly” Alphas. I would just say it’s rare. Men rarely do that enough with females (it’s a common complaint from many women), so I would say it’s even less likely with faggots. Of course, anything can happen if the chemistry is right.
I suppose much depends on the Alpha. If he wants to have that kind of intimacy with a fag, then I’m sure it would/could happen. I would say that most Men don’t want that with a fag, particularly straight Alphas. If they wanted that, they’d most likely do it with a female.
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As I’ve said elsewhere, I was basically gay from birth. By the sixth grade, I had developed a crush on a boy named George (although I didn’t know what it meant at the time), and middle school/high school attractions to boys in class (Bob, I still miss you and your bulge in those tight pants!) further refined my obvious sexual orientation.
However, like most closeted gay youths, I was compelled to date girls in order to fit in with the budding heterosexual attractions of my closest friends. So, like a coward, I started dating girls.
My first few relationships were fulfilling in some way. Despite a general lack of attraction to their bodies, I was more than capable of performing sexually. Some of that probably had to do with the newness of sex in general, as well as the virulent hormones coursing through me at that age. Around that time I also discovered – much to my surprise – that I really loved boobs. For that period of time I was just like every other guy, dating a girl for a while in order to get some pussy before moving to the next one.
Of course, it was all a lie. I knew every kiss was a lie. I knew every thrust of my penis into a vagina was a lie. I knew every “I love you” was a lie. In the moment, it felt real to me; wet lips, warm bodies tangled, heavy sighs, and powerful, head-spinning orgasms. But in my quiet moments alone, a gnawing guilt remained.
When I met Roger (story here) I was dating a sweet, petite brunette named Lori. Unlike my previous girlfriends, Lori was a virgin. Lori spent months trying to convince me to take her virginity, but I kept resisting. We would lie in the grass of my backyard on breezy summer nights, Lori’s hips gyrating her tight pussy on my finger as if she wanted me to insert my entire arm. I would always stop these heavy petting sessions, leaving Lori breathless and confused. It was a frustrating time for both of us.
Once Roger entered my life, though, my inner truth became crystal clear. I suddenly became Lori, desperately trying to get Roger to deflower me. I knew right then that I needed to break it off with Lori; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Roger anymore. The end came a few months later when I didn’t give Lori anything for Valentine’s Day. Rightfully upset, Lori tearfully begged for a reason why I didn’t love her the way she loved me.
“I … just don’t,” I replied. The response was cold and cruel in that special way only selfish teenaged boys can master. And that mercifully ended my last relationship with a female.
Not long after that, Roger slid his enormous, granite-hard cock into my throat. I remember the feeling of his solid, swollen cock-head on my tongue, the salty taste of his foreskin, the firmness of his hands in my hair, and the look of disgusted lust in his eyes as he looked down on me. That first taste of a Man’s cock erased everything I imagined about my life before and reshaped it into something new.
However, I still hadn’t accepted the complete truth about myself. Even then, as Roger was using me as a human tube sock, I still believed that I could be loved. I would construct elaborate fantasies about being Roger’s lover, perhaps getting married somehow and building a life together. Every time he would throat fuck me I would try to make it terrific for him in the hope that he might finally leave his girlfriend for me.
It never happened. I found myself in love with him, flying into jealous, tearful rages and begging for a love that would never come. Eventually, my love-fueled hysterics ended our friendship. A similar thing happened with Aaron, the second Alpha I served.
All of these tragic, emotionally-devastating situations occurred only because I couldn’t be honest. I couldn’t accept the truth about myself. I once truly believed that I could be a straight Man, husband, and father. Then I believed I could be a gay Man, a partner, an equal in a committed relationship.
But, as time has passed, I’ve slowly accepted the truth: I am a faggot. I was not born to honor a wife or help raise children. I was not born to be the partner to a Man, the one who makes him smile every morning. I was not born to be loved or cherished or appreciated the way a spouse yearns for their mate or a child might look at a parent.
Instead, I was born to serve. I was born to serve Men. My holes are theirs to use. The works of my hands are theirs to take. My mind is theirs to plunder. My body, mind, and heart exist only to glorify their Masculine superiority.
Men have instinctively known this truth about me my entire life. Ever since Roger first pushed me to my knees in order to receive service, Men have been using me to get what they want. Deep down, they know that I’m nothing but a faggot born to serve them.
I just needed to understand it about myself before I could actually be free.
Still one of the more important things I’ve ever written on the subject.
When I first wrote about the rape that took my anal virginity several years ago (full story here), I was nervous about the response I might receive. Aside from a couple of very close friends, I had never really discussed the event at all. I figured I would probably hear from other victims, or perhaps receive messages of condolence or comfort.
But instead I received nothing at all.
At first I was mildly offended; I bared my darkest secret and nobody even cared! My vague disappointment eventually melted into a sort of resignation. After all, it was long ago, and it really doesn’t affect my life much anymore.
But as I thought deeply about the lack of response, the more it made sense to me. Why should anyone console me over an event that is simply part of the natural order of things?
Mind you, I’m not condoning rape in any way. For women, rape is a traumatizing violation of their being that utterly destroys their sense of security and self-worth. It is a despicable and inexcusable crime.
But we rarely talk about male rape. Even when we do, we talk about it in the hushed tones of a secret society. Instinctively, males understand other males. We know about male pecking orders, survival of the fittest, and the struggle for domination that often defines our masculinity. We understand the drive, the impulse, that fuels our lusts. In certain circumstances, we might even be openly honest about our collective understanding, but mostly we acknowledge it with silence and nods.
I bet that some of the Men who read that rape experience – if they’re honest – would admit to some amount of pride in what Kenny did to me that night. They understand it. Kenny was acting violently on his own sexual impulse to dominate me, and so he took what he wanted from me. I suspect there are many Men who, in their darkest and most honest place, fully understand and even approve of Kenny’s actions that night.
Here’s the crazy part: I do, too. Again, it was a traumatizing experience for me. However, I also instinctively know that, as a faggot, Men will use me as they wish. I am lower on the pecking order. I am weak. I am submissive. My role is to serve the needs of Men, and by resisting that natural order, I triggered a fight for dominance that I eventually lost.
Deep down, underneath all of the political correctness, Men understand this truth about each other.
We see this every time another female teacher fucks an underaged boy. By law, that is a rape. Morally, people should be outraged by this shocking crime against a child. Social media goes wild with breathless shock every time it happens.
But Men are never outraged by such a crime, are they? Instead, every Man across the country wants to high-five the kid for getting some pussy off of a teacher. Even while acknowledging the crime, Men in their honest moments take some pride in the act.
Prison sex is another example. Straight Men constantly rape each other in prison, mostly as a show of dominance or
aggression. As males, we intrinsically understand and accept this about
each other, often in unspoken ways. “You gotta do what you gotta do” becomes the curt shorthand for the things Men do in difficult, secret, or desperate times. We may not publicly agree but we rarely judge because we know the needs and pressures of the male spirit within each of us.
On the surface, I don’t think anyone is happy I was raped. However, I think Men understand that the rape reinforced the natural order between Men. As I mentioned in my original experience, the rape helped me accept my true nature as a faggot. The rape helped me embrace what I truly was in comparison to other Men.
Men may not admit this in public, but in the silence of their own masculinity they know it is simply part of the natural order between us. Deep down, the animal within them approves.
I just wanted to reblog this to reinforce what I believe based on my own experiences.
Thanks to this blog, I’ve been approached by several Alphas eager for my help in finding them fag slaves to own and use. When everyone cooperates, I’ve had some astonishing successes. My master Texas Alpha (latest very hot update here) is my greatest success story so far, but there have been others as well.
However, I’m always surprised when an Alpha approaches me and asks for help finding faggots. There are faggots EVERYWHERE, and they’re all absolutely CRAVING an opportunity to serve an Alpha, particularly a straight Alpha. It should be as easy for an Alpha to collect fags as it is to go to the grocery store and pick up a gallon of milk.
So what seems to be the problem? In some cases, it’s due to youth and unfamiliarity with fags in general (as with Texas Alpha). With others, there’s a real fear that using fags makes them “gay” forever and they won’t ever be able to stop that part of their life once it starts. I’ve also run across some Alphas who are too paranoid or too interested in game-playing.
Any Alpha Male worthy of real worship and devotion – you know who you are – typically exhibits the following traits:
I started this blog on July 5, 2015 after accidentally discovering that there were other fags out there serving straight and Alpha males. I had been doing this on my own for years without ever wondering if there were other fags like me out there.
Now, less than six months later, it has reached a pretty amazing milestone!
Serving Men is the single greatest joy I’ve ever known. I have served many great Alphas, and I will continue to give my life to them. This blog is simply a reflection of the profound gratitude I feel at the privilege of being a faggot and servant of Men.
Thank you for your support!
To celebrate, I’m going to reblog some of my favorite posts from the last six months.
For whatever reason I’ve had a couple of messages from fellow fags mistaking me for a Man and asking if they can buy me something from a wishlist. I have no idea why anyone would want to buy a fag something, but anyway … I have a wishlist. I tried to have some fun with it because I’m embarrassed by the whole idea of having a wishlist. You can click on the asshole above or click here.
I was drunk. We all were. We had been sitting by the fire all night shooting whiskey, telling awful stories and keeping everybody in the campground awake with our laughter.
I was distracted, though, my eyes constantly glancing at the tent I was sharing with Dean. Dean had stumbled haphazardly to the tent an hour earlier and disappeared. I wanted so badly to go with him, but I couldn’t arouse the suspicion of the others. So I sat there staring at anything – the tent, the stars wheeling above, the crackling fire – while I tried to tried to formulate a plausible excuse.
“Well, I think I need to lie down,” I mumbled, slowly getting up.
“Pussy!” yelled multiple drunk guys.
“Yeah, I guess so…” I replied, happily accepting their insults as I turned toward the tent. Not so fast I told myself.
“You two have fun in there,” said Jonah, eliciting laughter from the rest. I turned, shocked, but then kept moving toward the tent. The may have suspected I was a faggot, but surely they didn’t suspect Dean. Dean was the ace of our pitching staff and helped lead our team to state one year. He was tall and muscular, with deep green eyes and blinding white teeth. He was a well-known pussy hound since the day after he reached puberty. Surely nobody thought anything like that about him.
I reached the tent and slowly unzipped it. I could hear Dean breathing, and he didn’t stir when I slipped through the tent opening. Damn, I missed my chance I thought to myself. I knelt in the total darkness and started opening my sleeping bag.
Then, suddenly, I felt a large hand grip my head. Dean grabbed a clump of my hair and pulled me to him. I couldn’t really see anything, but I could hear him moving the top of his sleeping bag out of the way.
Then Dean pushed my face into his hard dick. It smelled musky and sweaty – we hadn’t showered after a full day of canoeing – and the scent triggered my instincts. It made me hungry.
Dean guided my head up and down the shaft as he swiveled his hips. When I reached the head, I skillfully slupred the fat head of his cock into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” whispered Dean, his breaths deeper now. I took the length of his fat dick into my mouth a few times, my saliva slicking it down. Then Dean gripped my hair tightly and held my head in place. He started thrusting upwards, his cock slamming the back of my throat repeatedly. He raped my mouth for multiple minutes while I tried to breath in between thrusts.
Finally I felt Dean’s cock swelling. His breaths were short, fast. “Yeah …” he muttered in the midst of a long, relaxed exhale. His body tensed, and hot spurts of cum rapidly filled my mouth. I swirled it on my tongue, savoring the sweet coconut water taste of his seed. Then I swallowed it as I gently cleaned him off.
When he was finished, Dean released his grip on my hair, almost tossing my head away in the process. Without a word, he rolled back into his sleeping bag.
I curled into mine. His seed was on my tongue, his warm, thick load in my stomach. It was the only gift he ever gave me, and we never spoke about it again.
For today’s post, I’m going to take a different approach from
usual. Yeah, sure, I could tell you about the cocksucker who blew me last night
or the faggot who sucked my dick the night before and then got fucked by me, but instead I’m going to tell you about my new long distance faggot,
Joey.
Joey first emailed me a couple weeks ago after reading my stories on Nifty. He
introduced himself as a fellow writer, complimented me on my stories, and told
me he is also an alpha. We exchanged several messages talking as though we were equals, but I noticed submissive tendencies in Joey almost immediately.
Right away, Joey started
offering to do things for me. Plus, when he suggested things to me, he used
phrases like “with due deference.” He sent an apology email and said he hoped he hadn’t offended me when I was too busy to
respond to some of his emails right away.
None of that is alpha behavior. When alpha
men contact me, they just compliment me on how awesome my Nifty stories or
Tumblr page are, maybe hint around that they deserve similar compliments to
feed their own egos, and talk about how great it is to use faggots for our pleasure.
When Joey started offering me advice on setting the right “tone”
on my Tumblr page, I decided he’d gone too far. Since he kept offering to help
with certain things, I gave him a task. He asked me if it was an “order.”
“Yes faggot. Do it now. Maybe you should start calling me sir.”
He quickly confirmed the task was completed, jokingly called me “sir”
in an email, and told me my message to him was the proper tone to set with followers, as if I needed his advice on that.
I decided it was time to call Joey out on being the sub I knew
he was at heart in a more serious sounding email.
“I must’ve really gotten into your head good with all the effort
you’re putting into contacting me and offering to help me out. I’m guessing
you’re a closet sub and you’re getting some sort of thrill out of all this.
Right? I’m happy to take advantage of you, but I want to make sure we’re clear
about what’s happening.”
He responded, “Closet sub? Actually I’m more of a take charge
type person.”
That was 6 days ago. Joey wasn’t quite ready to admit his true nature to himself, but I knew what he was.
The event that probably brought out Joey’s submissiveness the
most is that I got too busy to respond to one of his longer emails. I didn’t even
read it for a couple of days. I didn’t know how long it was for sure, but it was more than could fit on my phone screen at one time, so I didn’t try to read it.
After a couple days, Joey sent me a message calling me “buddy”
and giving me shit for not responding to him.
So I responded.
“I was at work until almost midnight last night and I’m packing
to get on a plane now. I’ve barely seen my family and haven’t even had time to
get a blow job since Tuesday.”
I considered adding, “Back the fuck off,” but I was trying to be
polite.
That email exchange showed once and for all who was in charge in
our “relationship.” Joey realized he needed my affirmation, and I was getting
along just fine without him.
By the time Joey read the “cocksucker fantasy” post I published
last night, he was ready to submit to me. He emailed me this morning and admitted he
was one of the “brethren faggots” I referred to in the intro. He was obviously thinking about how much better it would be to
suck my dick in real life.
He said, “I assume you expect “Sir” and “how
can I serve you” while you call me faggot from now on huh…haha.”
See Joey is like a lot of faggots just learning their true
nature. He says things jokingly because it’s easier to speak truth as a jest than to admit it openly. However, it was time for Joey to really accept
his nature, so I wasn’t going to let him get away with it this time.
I wrote back, “I think you know as well as I do that calling me
Sir turns you on more than it does me.”
He answered with another message that included a half-joking
attempt to call me sir.
“You wouldn’t keep doing it if it wasn’t reaching some part of your brain that needs it. Nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.”
That’s when Joey finally accepted his new role with me: “To be honest, I am not so much ashamed as
embarrassed Sir. Never tried submission and actually was, until now, pretty
sure I was a 24/7 non sub type. Your tumblr did strike an unconscious chord I
guess. Looking back you probably knew it earlier than I did and reeled me in
nicely lol. Submission to another guy especially a straight and younger guy needs
getting used to, Sir. But, judging from my arousal right now…. ready to be
trained by you to be yours and serve, Sir.”
Of course I knew it before him, and I just told you all how. Subs act different from alphas. They may not notice it in themselves or in other subs, but alphas spot it every time.
Since I’m not the kind of guy to gloat, I responded, “Ah, the feeling of
conquest in the morning … Good boy, Joey.”
Then I told him to go read this post and tell me how it made him feel. He told me it made him want to be my faggot.
Then he said he knows I don’t like my “boys” to orgasm without permission and
said he was hard.
I was a little frustrated by that message. If you want something, you need to learn to ask for it boys. Alphas like direct questions. Yes, we can usually read between the lines, but don’t make us guess your intentions.
So I asked Joey, “Is that your indirect way of asking permission to cum? Half the
fun of making boys ask is telling them no sometimes. Are you sure this is what
you want boy?”
After confessing that being called boy made his cock twitch, he said, “God yes Sir.”
I thought for a moment about telling Joey he couldn’t cum, but
it is important to build a bond with your faggots and reinforce that bond with the
pleasure and rush of endorphins that come with orgasm. So I told Joey he was a good
boy for asking permission to jack off and that he could cum but he only had
3 minutes to get it done.
On a side note, I don’t always give deadlines like this. Sometimes I like to do the opposite and give subs long masturbation assignments or
only let them stroke their dicks in particular ways that makes it very difficult for them
to cum. I did this with sub w a couple weeks ago. Those assignments always have a training motive.
Sub w now knows what it feels like to stimulate a particular area of a man’s cock to cause intense sensation because he spent an hour feeling nothing but that on his own dick. Although I wouldn’t have him do it to me for that long because it can get uncomfortable after a while, it is something that I enjoy having
attended to from time to time, especially if it is mixed in with other teasing techniques.
But back to Joey’s assignment. About two minutes after I gave
him permission to orgasm and his quick deadline, Joey emailed to say he had cum all over the
screen of his phone while reading my messages to him. He told me he’d been
driving his car when I gave him the green light and so he had to pull over to
take care of business before the clock ran out. He was so worked up from
chatting with me that it only took him about 30 seconds to cum. The other 90
seconds were spent cleaning up his phone and car and typing the message reporting everything to me.
Now came the crucial moment to reinforce the bond and work on establishing loyalty: “Good boy Joey. I’m glad you had a strong
orgasm while thinking about me. Remember the pleasure it gives you to submit to
me. I know what you need.”
So there you have it boys. Please welcome Joey, former self-proclaimed
alpha, to the rank of faggot.
A lesson here, my fellow fags. Be yourself. You were born to serve; EMBRACE IT. You will be happier and more fulfilled once you do.
Thank you! Also, please thank your Alpha for me! I haven’t heard anything from the Florida Alpha since that conversation. I do try to give Alphas their space and avoid bugging them if at all possible. That’s especially true in a case like Florida Alpha, where the Alpha is just discovering this information for the first time. It can be overwhelming. It’s better if they digest pieces of it at a time, and allow their natural curiosity to lead them to seek more.
I was whipped on a couple of occasions (same Alpha) with a leather belt. The whipping didn’t have anything to do with service; this Alpha just enjoyed my pain. I don’t know if I really enjoyed being whipped very much. I was glad he enjoyed it, but I don’t feel like I deserve to be beaten. I try to be a loyal, obedient, and intelligent fag. As I’ve said before on this site, I feel like I’m too good to be abused like that.
It can be awkward in those kinds of situations. I usually give the Alpha astonishing tips in order to make up for the situation. Of course, Alphas are used to being treated like that anyway.
Hey buddy. I have lots of wisdom of experience that it would be fun to share with a young horny budding Top. You have a bit of an uphill climb with your age and build. Most of the dominant archetypes are either older – Daddy, Teacher, CEO or bigger – quarterback, jock – or both – Coach, pro athelete.
However, there is one Alpha archetype you can aspire to as a young twink – the arrogant, privileged preppy.
To pull this off, you need to cultivate a sophisticated look and an aura of superiority. The preppy is used to getting the best. He is smart, dresses sharp and never settles of mediocrity.
He is used to waiters, chefs, maids, and valets doting on him. Although his privilege is a pure accident of being born into money, during his years of pampering he has convinced himself he has earned it.
Work out to get those twink abs to pop. Get yourself a great haircut. Always dress slightly better than necessary for any occasion. If someone in a service job displeases you, think to yourself, “I could get you fired.” Since you’re young and probably broke, start out your Alpha training by finding some older, more established subs. Turn the daddy/boy dynamic on its head. You can find older subs that will enjoy the power dynamic of a young stud reminding them of how they will eventually be replaced by their younger Superiors. At the same time you have to be playful, charming, and enjoy yourself while you’re being pampered. You need enough attitude to be intimidating, but not so much to be an asshole.
It will take you a while to find the balance. Experiment. You’re young and have plenty of time to make mistakes and learn.
Remember the preppy’s mantra: “Of course I deserve the best.”
This is absolutely terrific advice for young Alphas from this older Alpha stud. He pinpoints the one must-have quality any Alpha needs in order to attract subs and faggots: exuding confidence. Brilliant.
I’m actually thinking about ignoring this request from an Alpha based on the stupidity of it. How am I supposed to fulfill this request from an ANONYMOUS poster with NO CONTACT INFORMATION? I believe an Alpha should be superior not only in body, but in mind. I can understand fags being this stupid, but a self-professed Alpha? Unacceptable and unimpressive.
I know there are some married fags like the ones you describe. These are fags who hate themselves to some degree, so they project that hatred onto others. However, there are other married fags (like the one I mention in the post) who are genuinely confused, scared, and frustrated. I do have quite a bit of empathy for these ones.
I think it would be extremely rare. An Alpha is possessed of an extraordinary confidence that would seem to prevent them from submitting to another Man. I suppose if an “Alpha” was faking it to mask certain fag-like insecurities, then that “Alpha” could become a fag once his true self is unmasked and revealed.
Given that my blog traffics in so much homosexual imagery, it might seem odd to pose a question like the one in the title of this post. However, as the name of this blog indicates, I’m primarily concerned with straight Alpha males who use faggots like me. I have primarily served straight Men throughout my time as a faggot (as I’ve detailed on many occasions here), and usually avoid gay males altogether. I’ve just never found any Alphas among the gay population of my city, I suppose.
I recently met a black Alpha in Canada who has helped me change my thinking. This Alpha is completely gay and has never even had sex with a female before (hell, even I’ve done that). Nevertheless, he is as much of an Alpha as any straight Alpha I’ve ever met.
I think the stereotype of homosexual males colors my thinking here. Gay males (even the ripped, muscle-bound dudes) are generally perceived as limp-wristed and weaker than straight males. This has been my experience with gay males over the years. Even gay “tops” I’ve known in the past still want romance and cuddling and reciprocation. No matter if they are a “total top” gay male, they always seem to want a boyfriend and love and cuddling.
But this Canadian Alpha is a different animal altogether. Even though he is a homosexual, he wants to own and use fags rather than have a boyfriend. He wants a faggot slave to worship him, not snuggling and goo-goo eyes and love talk.
And this Alpha deserves to be worshiped. His body is shredded, with layers of defined muscle rippling beneath his dark, silken skin. He has a mind to match his body, too, his demanding, focused attention complementing his fierce intelligence and drive to succeed.
I find myself constantly giddy over his beauty and strength. He is an Alpha who, like most Men of his kind, could have any male or female he wanted. Most Alphas use both simply because their enormous appetites urge them.
But this Alpha is something unique in my experience: a true Alpha who only has interests in males. He possesses all of the traits common to these great Men, except one: he has no interest in breeding females.
He’s an unusual find, but I’m grateful to know him. He has opened my eyes to new possibilities in the Alphas I serve.
First of all, I’m not a “Sir.” The Alpha in Los Angeles will absolutely want pictures before he even talks to you, since he already has a bunch of fags serving him because he is a god. You should send me your stats, pics, and contact info (Kik works well) to fagsworshipstraights (at) yahoo.
I came close to marrying a girl once. We were young (she was a few years younger) and our personalities fit together perfectly. Even though I wasn’t particularly attracted to her body (she was Adele heavy), she had beautiful eyes and a radiant smile you could see from space.
Ultimately, though, I didn’t marry her because I knew I was gay and, even more importantly, a faggot. I cared for her enough to protect her from the harm my personal truth would eventually cause.
Since starting this Tumblr last July, I’ve met several faggots who are married to women. In fact, one of these faggots I consider to be a good social media friend. All of these married faggots seem like solid, respectable guys who are carrying around a secret lust to serve Men.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not disturbed every time I meet another married faggot.
I know that it’s possible to function sexually with females despite being a faggot. In my teen years I fucked multiple girls as I struggled to come to grips with my true desires. The sex was enjoyable – look, fucking anything when you’re 16 years old is awesome – but ultimately I knew it wasn’t for me. So, in the long run, I had to make a decision to stop having sex with girls in order to prevent myself from breaking their hearts or hurting them in ways they didn’t deserve.
I guess that’s why I’m constantly disturbed when I hear of married faggots who continue a public charade as a Man while secretly lusting for an opportunity to serve a Man.
My heart always goes out to the wives of these faggots. These are women duped into phony marriages by faggots who are unwilling to be honest with them and unable to be honest with themselves. It’s a terribly upsetting situation that seems to have no possibility of a happy outcome for the women tricked into participating in a sham. Imagine the shame and humiliation these women will feel when the truth inevitably surfaces! That’s an incomprehensible amount of anguish for someone to carry for the rest of their life.
Why does this situation even happen anymore? Some faggots are too ashamed of their true calling, or afraid of the reaction of family/friends. Other faggots want the security of a committed relationship while indulging in their true desires in secret.
But the real issue here is one of selfishness. The faggot, confused by his feelings, uses the woman as a protective shield of normalcy. The faggot builds up a lie around her and makes her believe it. Eventually, her life is irreparably altered forever when she becomes an unwitting pawn in the lie the faggot has constructed. That’s almost a textbook definition of the word “selfish.”
I always struggle to give advice to the married faggots who contact me. On one hand, I care about them as my brothers. I understand their desires and their conflict. But part of me wants to scream out to them that they need to correct this awful mistake. More than anything, I want them to free these poor women from the prison of lies confining their lives.
By doing so, the woman can find a Man who can really love everything about her, and the faggot can be free to finally fulfill his true purpose in life.
It sounds great to me, of course, except that I have a fundamental problem with the way the Middle East treats people in general. As a fag, I wouldn’t probably last very long before I would be beheaded or stoned to death or some other medieval shit.
Yes, I could be “tossed aside.” Rex could choose to do that even without getting serious about a woman. That could happen in any sort of relationship.
I have thought about this and even talked to Rex about it. He has told me that it would be His responsibility to determine how to have a serious relationship with a woman while having a servant. That matter is “above” me in His world view and not something that should cause me to worry.
For now, setting aside those thoughts is part of what makes my submission to Rex a very real thing. It is more important to me now to serve Rex to the best of my ability. The rest of life will just have to reveal itself to me when it is ready. As I have said before, this is not something that will happen suddenly.
One of the problems that often plagues heterosexual relationships is the female’s constant desire for security and reassurance. They always want to know where the relationship is going, and how long it will last.
This drives Men crazy. Men live in the moment, driven instinctively by their environment. They don’t want to talk about forever; they want to talk about right now. Fags do well to remember this about the Men they serve.
Rex should be incredibly proud of the fag who worships him.
I think at some subliminal, unconscious level fags want a Man to ejaculate inside of them. It’s part of our wiring. However, any bottom who gets fucked without a condom carries almost all of the risk, and the risk is real and potentially life-altering. I think there needs to be some sanity involved when serving a Man.
In your case, your top raped you, which is also quite troubling. I’m sorry. I hope you’re okay little brother.
Yes, Sir, that can be arousing for some “betas” or fags. When a Man penetrates a fag’s hole so roughly that it bleeds, it enhances the power of the Man in the eyes of the fag. Many fags have “martyrdom syndrome,” a kind of overly-dramatic reading of the events of their service. They want to be punished. They want to be humiliated. They want to suffer for the pleasure of their Man, even if it means bleeding for it.
I was enraged this morning by an incredibly stupid post written by @alpha4goodboi. His “advice” (full post here) was simple: a top shouldn’t fuck a bottom who insists that the top wears a condom because the bottom doesn’t trust the top enough.
This was my initial reply:
As @thecollegecumdump said, a deep connection happens when a Man
ejaculates into a bottom. The Man’s semen contains potent chemicals that
help “claim” the bottom and increase his subservience.
However, @alpha4goodboi
makes a claim that a bottom prefers to use condoms “solely based on
fear and brainwashing from their environment” as if using condoms is
necessarily a bad thing.
This is an incredibly thoughtless and irresponsible comment on a public forum.
It’s
very easy for a Man to say something like this since he isn’t the one
taking a load up his ass. For bottoms, there is a very real threat of
multiple nasty diseases, some fatal. This threat isn’t some imaginary
horror story conjured by “evil society” to scare people. No, these
diseases really exist and continue to wreak havoc in many societies,
costing millions of lives and trillions of dollars.
No
offense, but bottoms don’t need medical advice from any Man who is
unwilling to take a load up his own ass. A Man telling a bottom they
should let go of their fear and bareback carries almost no risk for the
Man, but it could be life or death for the bottom.
A foolish and embarrassing comment from a Man who should know better.
But I want to add this: the CDC has estimated that there could be hundreds of thousands of undiagnosed HIV infections out in the general populace. One of these infected persons could someday be mounting a fag’s ass and insisting on “trust” before fucking the fag bareback.
Trust is a wonderful thing, but it’s incredibly difficult to reduce the risk so that both partners can be intimate without concern.
When we talk about Men using fags, we need to remember that, in many cases, these Men are out also fucking other women and other fags. And Men need to keep in mind that fags are largely promiscuous, too. Trust is nice to have, but a realistic view of the situation is much more important.
I know many of these Tumblr blogs like to push the extreme fantasy elements of the Alpha/fag dynamic. Hell, it turns me on, too. But I have actually devoted my life to the service of Alphas – no, this is not a fantasy for me – and with that devotion comes a measure of responsibility. I cannot stand by and let someone (even an Alpha) make ridiculous and dangerous public statements that could influence someone to make poor, possibly life-altering choices.
I wouldn’t be a good fag if I didn’t do the right thing first.
I’ve come to a new milestone in my life in regard to sex. You guys know me. I’ve never been particularly fond of condoms. I prefer my sex bareback and get a kick out of having some dude’s DNA in me at any given time. However, I’ve started to question why exactly I enjoy this. I’ve ruled out self-punishment theories and I honestly don’t get a thrill out of the risk, especially now that I know I’m HIV immune. The only explanation I can come up with (and I think it’s true) is grounded in evolutionary psychology. At its core, sex is designed to serve a reproductive purpose via the transmission of bodily fluid from one person to another. In this transfer of fluid, the two bodies connect and form a bond of trust. The two people have a connection grounded upon the transfer of semen and that, my friends, is what sex is all about. What does this mean for gay sex? While sex between two men implicitly cannot serve a reproductive purpose, I believe the hardwiring of the reproductive imperative is still the basis for intercourse, even if the energy thereof is not directed in such a way that results in reproduction. Men engaging each other sexually still search for the bond the comes with reproductive intercourse. Whether you’re making love to your boyfriend after a romantic evening or you’re the 14th top in a gangbang, gay men establish the reproductive bond upon the transfer of semen. That’s why I believe condoms are a perversion of sex not only between men but in all circumstances. The moment the rubber enters a body, sex becomes shallow because the connection is lost. Whether I’m seeing a client or fucking for pleasure, the goal is to establish a connection. As of now, I refuse to ever have sex with a condom again, on entirely moral grounds.
The natural exchange of fluid – a trust connection
I like what @thecollegecumdump says about the purpose and the connection that comes with sex. I have always said to my bottom boys (and to my friends also) that when a guy requests a top to wear a rubber, he is basically telling him: “I don’t trust you, but I still want to get fucked by you.”
I refuse to fuck a guy who doesn’t trust me, and I won’t fuck a guy I don’t trust.
For many bottoms, their
thinking about condoms is solely based on fear and brainwashing from
their environment or from a prudish, religious and conformist backgroud.
In this transfer of fluid, the two bodies connect and form a bond of
trust. The two people have a connection grounded upon the transfer of
semen and that, my friends, is what sex is all about.
There comes a time when there should be trust between 2 (or more) people who will fuck together. For some guys, it takes several weeks, for some slut whores, it takes 5 minutes [or even less sometime] but there should be trust… otherwise, don’t fuck. I certainly don’t.
I have used rubbers in the past, but I prefer situations when there is a mutual bond of trust when I can remove the condom and fuck my boy bareback.
So, kuddo for @thecollegecumdump for going on a limb to express his views regarding condoms, and his new milestone.
SIR Alpha C.
As @thecollegecumdump said, a deep connection happens when a Man ejaculates into a bottom. The Man’s semen contains potent chemicals that help “claim” the bottom and increase his subservience.
However, @alpha4goodboi makes a claim that a bottom prefers to use condoms “solely based on fear and brainwashing from their environment” as if using condoms is necessarily a bad thing.
This is an incredibly thoughtless and irresponsible comment on a public forum.
It’s very easy for a Man to say something like this since he isn’t the one taking a load up his ass. For bottoms, there is a very real threat of multiple nasty diseases, some fatal. This threat isn’t some imaginary horror story conjured by “evil society” to scare people. No, these diseases really exist and continue to wreak havoc in many societies, costing millions of lives and trillions of dollars.
No offense, but bottoms don’t need medical advice from any Man who is unwilling to take a load up his own ass. A Man telling a bottom they should let go of their fear and bareback carries almost no risk for the Man, but it could be life or death for the bottom.
A foolish and embarrassing comment from a Man who should know better.
He is everything I will never be: powerful, confident, strong, decisive. He was born to lead, to own the world, and everyone in it.
When he stops by my place on the way home from his construction job, he looks at me without any emotion. He is like a rancher coldly inspecting his livestock, and I’m today’s pig for slaughter.
Without a word, he guides me with a firm hand to the bedroom. He calmly undresses; I follow his lead. He’s barely looking at me, but I cannot take my eyes off of him: the muscular chest, the milky skin, the narrow hips, the large, fat cock hanging semi-erect in the afternoon light.
Naked, I feel vulnerable and weak in his presence. Like any compassionate god, he accepts my humility as he pulls me to the edge of the bed and puts me on my back. I raise my legs, offering up to him the only thing he wants from me.
His beautiful, dispassionate face barely changes expression as he pushes his cock into me. Perhaps a sigh, a closing of the eyes. He’s focused only on the tight rings of muscle massaging his cock. He thrusts harder and faster, rutting me like a dangerous animal. It’s clear this visit has just one purpose, made clear with a few short grunts and the pulsing of his cock up my ass.
After he finishes, he pulls out of me. He grabs one of my shirts from the dresser and wipes his cock off. I’m still frozen on the bed, legs splayed in the air. I’m too rattled to move. I watch him casually dress and leave without a sound.
On the day God chooses us, can we rightfully decline? He is my God. When he calls, I willingly give him the sacrifice he demands.
As this blog has grown, I’ve been increasingly bombarded with questions. The one that sticks out most for me is a question I’ve received three times in the last couple of days: Are you serious about all of this? Isn’t this just a fantasy?
I don’t know how anyone could read the posts here and think I’m making this up, but apparently I’m not making myself clear enough. So let me try underlining this point: Everything I’m writing here is the truth. I’m really a faggot who serves and worships straight Alpha Men. And yes, I find tremendous fulfillment in serving them.
Furthermore, I’m not the only one. There are many faggots on Tumblr and elsewhere who are dedicating their lives to serving the needs of straight Men around them. Conversely, there are many straight Men whose lives are enriched and enhanced by owning and using fags. It’s a perfectly symbiotic relationship.
I believe the people (both fags and straight Men) who think this is all just fantasy role-play are too uncomfortable or insecure to find out the truth. They’ve allowed fear to prevent them from fulfilling their true purpose as either a fag or a powerful Alpha.
When a fag finds a Man to serve, the experience is mutually beneficial. Serving a Man brings harmony and peace into a faggot’s life. And when a Man owns a faggot, his power is reinforced and refined. Both parties receive what they need in the exchange, which is why Men continue to use faggots and faggots continue to serve Men.
The only times in my life when I’ve felt comfort and serenity is when I’m under the guidance and direction of the Alpha I’m serving. Placing his needs above my own brings me great happiness that I would never surrender.
This is not a fantasy, it is my life. I would never make up lies about a privilege so precious.
Actually, being “willing” has little to do with it, Sir. I was born to serve Men like you, so when a Man like you requests something of me, I am naturally compelled to obey.
I would certainly help you with this, Sir. You will need to contact me on Kik (normalsubmissive) or email (fagsworshipstraights (at) yahoo) and give me more information and what you’d like to find.
Back in September I wrote about “Flaky Faggots” who would contact me asking for help in finding an Alpha and then freak out. I suppose I bring the frustration on myself, really. Whenever someone comes to me for help (even a fellow fag), I always try my best to give them good advice or use some personal time to assist them.
However, the frustration level is amplified exponentially whenever an Alpha demands that I find him a faggot slave. Then I’m forced to deal with a deluge of game-playing faggots.
A few days ago an incredible, muscular black Alpha in the Toronto area contacted me and wanted me to find him a faggot slave (if you’re interested and in the area, contact me on Kik: normalsubmissive). I felt like I should have no problem finding a fag or two to serve this glorious Alpha.
Soon enough, interested fags started inquiring about this Alpha. I told them the truth: this Alpha is looking for an ongoing slave to serve him. Each one seemed excited by the prospect. I carefully manicured the responses, eliminating some for failing to follow directions (an absolute must) and interviewing others. It was exhaustive work.
Eventually I settled on two candidates: a 19 year old Latino, and a 27 year-old white guy. The Alpha seemed to be interested in the Latino, but the interview with him revealed that he wasn’t really interested in anything other than a huge dick for the night.
But the 27 year-old gave some promising answers:
So I was ready to hand the faggot over to the Alpha. The faggot seemed excited to be able to talk with him (as he should be), so I was hoping that I had possibly found a match.
Then the games started.
First, the fag wouldn’t answer the Alpha’s messages. Later, they ended up talking for a while, and the conversation went well enough that they agreed to meet:
Then guess what happened? The fag was a no-show.
I guarantee that this was what really happened: the fag sat around all day stroking its clitoris and sending out hot messages, had an embarrassing orgasm all over itself, and then disappeared out of shame/humiliation.
These pathetic, lonely pigs are the worst kind of fag, the kind that actually deserves to be beaten black and blue. What kind of sad creature has nothing else to do on a Saturday night besides waste the time of a real Man for their own pleasure? Why even bother responding to the needs of an Alpha if you’re emotionally unwilling to serve him?
I am very proud of fellow fags like @servingsuperiormen and others who have the courage to embrace their true nature and the strength to fully serve great Men. As these fags demonstrate, fully serving an Alpha brings tremendous fulfillment and happiness.
True fags like these do not surrender themselves to grotesque one-night encounters in dimly-lit bathroom stalls, or waste time jerking off to hot conversations that will ultimately lead nowhere.
Instead, these heroic fags dedicate their lives to serving Alpha Men of quality and distinction. A true fag provides a real Man with pleasure, comfort, and peace of mind. A fag greatly enhances the power of an Alpha and helps them reach their full potential.
Any “fag” too emotionally immature to take on this great responsibility should really stop bothering real Men and the true fags who serve them.
Given the nature of the human anatomy, there is no way to be “constantly ready” to be used by a Man. Preparation doesn’t usually require a lot of time, really, but any Alpha worth serving (read: has a functioning brain) should understand that a few minutes of preparation is necessary. Unless, of course, the Alpha likes it messy. I have a rather humiliating-but-funny story along those lines, but I’ll need a lot more bravery before I tell it.
