Oh, to be that mirror!

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A fag wandering naked in the woods is a vulnerable thing. Predatorial Alphas stalking the area will see the fag and see only two available holes. Next comes the instinctual part – subduing and raping the fag.

It’s what Nature intended.

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Some Men are born breeders. They have more powerful prostates, more developed cervical muscles, and more intensity in their orgasms. In an evolutionary sense, these Men are developed through genetics and ensure the Alpha bloodlines for future generations.

Look at that enormous eruption of cum from this burly Alpha. A jet like that can reach all areas of a female’s reproductive organs. A cum rocket of that magnitude almost causes instant impregnation.

It’s glorious to see.

I have a tiny fag dick; it literally looks like a boy’s penis. And when it becomes erect (less frequently these days thanks to training), it is still very small.

In other words, my pee-pee doesn’t do what this amazing cock does. I think it’s fair this guy is the living definition of a “grower.” Mesmerizing. 

At the beginning of the video, fags are rolling their eyes with disinterest. By the end of the video, they’re in full-on heat. Fucking superficial, size-queen fags!

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When an Alpha needs to Rut, he rarely cares about anything else other than the sensations on his body and the sheer power of each thrust. He certainly isn’t concerned with the comfort or the yelps of fear and pain from a faggot.

This is the Hierarchy in its most basic and brutal form. One Man taking everything he wants from an inferior male without mercy.

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I totally subscribe to the scientific theory regarding the power of pheromones. These secret scents emitted by humans and animals are subconsciously influencing surrounding creatures, positively or negatively. If you have read any of the odes to Alpha Masculinity posted by Lord @Natural-Hung-Bull, you’ll know the sudden storms than can arise within a Man at the subtle detection of a certain scent. 

I say this because I received another email from a burgeoning Alpha living in Peru that I will call Alpha Saul. Last time I heard from him, he described how he was coming to grips with possibly being an Alpha while also learning to navigate a gay relationship and his own body issues. Alphahood is a process of discovery for some Men. 

Here he wanted to give me a recent anecdote to examine for him. Here is what he wrote:

The purpose of this email is to tell you something that happened last Saturday, and well… I want to read your thoughts on it. Last week, one of my boyfriend’s best friends stopped by our place because he was going to be in the city for one night only and needed somewhere to spend the night and sleep. This Man (yes, capital M) is one of the very few gentlemen I do respect a lot as a Man and as a Gentleman, and besides that, he’s absolutely straight, and I’ll never dare to touch him or to attempt to do anything. He is in fact, the kind of Man I’d love to be if I were 100% Straight. Let’s say he is a kind of role model for me, despite he’s actually younger than me.

Anyway, we took him to have some beers with a group (my boyfriend, some of his coworkers, me, and him). We got home, and the three of us had to share the same bed … nothing wrong with that. We both were like any other straight dudes… I ended up in my underwear only, my boyfriend and him as well… 

But then this man took his shirt off. He’s not muscular or anything, and certainly I didn’t see him in a sexual way at all, and I’ve seen him shirtless other times, but he raised his arms and I saw a pair of perfectly hairy, beer-sweated, armpits. I’m HEAVILY into Male armpits. And I mean HEAVILY… Even my own turn me on and make me ultra hard if I’m really sweaty. I saw his armpits for a couple seconds and didn’t give much of an importance, but I smelled his scent, and despite it was kinda normal for me, it’s like it got tattooed on my subconscious mind. He left the next day, and everything was fine. 

But that afternoon/evening, don’t know why, I remembered his armpits and got horny because I transformed this into “I wanna eat my boyfriend’s ass as soon as I get home”. I couldn’t focus at work, I was counting the seconds to get home… On the road back it was an odd mix of his armpits and my boyfriend’s ass, and when I got home… My boyfriend was sleeping naked (as we usually do), I tenderly kissed his ass and his back, and when slid the tip of my tongue on his crack… And felt he was freshly out of the shower… Something exploded in my mind… I started licking every part of his body, kissing him with all of my forces, rimming him so hard he almost came. 

I didn’t say A SINGLE WORD while doing all of this. I was just grunting, huffing, puffing… I felt like a complete animal. I ACTUALLY felt I was an animal and not a human being. I couldn’t even think. It was like if my most primitive caveman side got activated. I even felt like howling, roaring… Not sure if I did it or not. 

All I remember was, that there was a moment I realized my boyfriend had an orgasm without touching himself, and I thought in my broken thoughts “fuck until me cum sex fuck breed fuck” and I fucked him like I had NEVER, EVER fucked him before. But… Sometimes, flashes of this guy’s armpits came to my mind, and when I came… It felt like a total river (in fact, my boyfriend asked me later “did you piss in me? Because if not you came a lot”). I’m pretty sure it wasn’t piss.

After I came, it’s like my brain returned to normal, and felt I like a person again. Something like “What the fuck happened!?” I forgot about the other dude’s armpits, and after that, I think about him “Nah. He’s family. He’s a true Man, and off limits”. Just the same I’ve always thought of him, and I’ve lived my life just as usual… But my boyfriend got delighted. He told me I tore his ass, and even called me “my lovely ass breaker” hehehehehehe.

I thought I caught this Man’s pheromones and, despite no sexual thoughts on him, and despite I’d never touch him, he activated my primitive, caveman side, and well, what do animals do? BREED. This pheromone thing may be true… Not sure, but, what I can say is… I’m glad and proud of my armpits, man smells, and of the fact that we’re all animals deep down.  

Indeed. We are definitely all animals deep down.

Males are special creatures. They are triggered by the senses in ways more carnal and immediate than females. Men are the stuff of the Earth, basic and primitive in the most powerful ways imaginable.

Alpha Saul was overcome with sexual aggression and desire at the sight and smell of another Alpha’s armpits. Men who are “in heat” give off these kinds of pheromones, and they can trigger aggression in surrounding male animals as well. 

The violent breeding of his boyfriend was a stake on his claim, a stamp of ownership inspired by the Alpha pheromones of this “rival” Alpha. Men have a need to touch base with this primal aspect of their sexuality. Pheromones are one of the most elemental aspects of this animal instinct. 

I love hearing stories about Alpha Males expressing their power upon others and the world. Alphas are under constant pressure to conform to the expectations of society. But no law of restrictive societies are as powerful as a scent on the wind.

I really have gone through some form of hell to operate this blog. The constant hate messages and emails filled with threats have been occasionally overwhelming. Also, Tumblr’s repeated attempts to censor and destroy free expression has caused me many sleepless nights over fear of losing everything I created here. And I never mentioned this (I was instructed to keep it quiet), but someone attacked and tried to dismantle my website a couple of weeks ago, costing me $700 in order to professionally clean and secure my server. 

So why do I keep it going? I do it for you guys. And, more specifically, the reactions I receive from readers who read what I’ve written and have that wonderful “a-ha!” moment when all of the pieces snap into place. 

Messages like this, sent to my Twitter:

Hello fellow faggot! I read some of your blog and found out I am a faggot!

I love to service men and I worship cock! My Husband is an Alpha and I’m his faggot Bitch. I explained it to him and he said “Wow yes you are!” I feel so much better.

Finally searching for so long to find an identity … my identity has always been there and in a way it found me. Or i just came to an understanding of what my role in life is. Thank you so much! If you were an alpha male and you used me now i would understand.

Thank you so very much! Sir brother Fag

 I’m number #4 

Never knew why until i read your Blog. Thank you Brother!  

I remember the first time I was introduced to the actual concept of faggotry. By then, I had been serving as a faggot just like my fag brother above. But when it was expressed plainly to me, suddenly the facts of my life snapped magnetically into place. Everything became obvious and clear. 

That is true liberation. Everybody struggles with some aspect of their life. Many times, there are no answers to those issues. But when those issues can be unlocked, explained, and applied … the effect is similar to that final, head-clearing blow of the nose at the end of a bad cold. The person can finally breathe, sometimes for the very first time in their life. It’s rejuvenating.

That’s why I keep going with this blog, which has now begun to mushroom across various platforms across the internet. I want to heal faggots with knowledge just as much as I want to inspire Alphas with the truth of their existence in our world. The Hierarchy is of vital importance to human society, and I view myself as one of its custodians. 

So I keep lighting the lamps and provide the electricity powering the spotlight at the top of this lighthouse. I want to keep a beacon beaming out truth against the darkness, and help lead the lost home.  

Any long-term readers of this site know that I’m a faggot that adores black Men in general, and black Alphas in particular. In fact, I talk about them so much and so glowingly that some accuse me of race-baiting or fetishizing black Men (including some black Alphas – weird).

Is it a fetish if I think black Alphas are the most beautiful creatures on Earth? It just sounds obvious to me.

In preparing this article, I spent some time meditating on my many service arrangements and encounters with black Alphas over the years, which is surprising given that I’m a lily white fag from some very-white (and racist) suburbs. I have had A LOT of service time with Alphas (I’d say 50% of all Alphas I’ve served were black or mixed).

And as I reminisced, it began to occur to me – black Alphas have been the primary influence that has made me the faggot I am today. Here is a list of “firsts” in my faggot career directly caused or influenced by black Alphas:

• My first (and only) real rape
• My first creampie
• My first threesome (with two Alphas)
• My first Rut (which I’ve discussed elsewhere on this blog)
• My biggest dick (11 inches)
• My first time being rimmed
• My first time being choked around the neck (until nearly unconscious)
• My first time rimming an Alpha’s ass
• My first time being urinated on
• The first time a Man touched my fag penis (and laughed)

So you’ll have to excuse me if I sing the praises of black Alphas. They are exquisite sexual beings.

But that begs the question WHY … why are black Alphas so different sexually from most other Men? Really, the only ones who come close are Latino Alphas.

One of the explanations I often discuss here is my belief that their backgrounds have hardened them to such a degree that they feel more comfortable expressing themselves through fiery, aggressive emotions. The vast majority of the black population of the entire world have suffered the crippling effects of generational poverty. That’s the kind of poverty that screams of “GET A JOB” won’t easily fix. It’s the kind of cold poverty that seeps into the soul, father-to-son, and is almost impossible to shake off.

Socially, the end result of this generational poverty are scores of black Men growing up learning to fight for survival, even at an emotional level. I think that’s why black Men are so good at noticing faggots, because they read emotions on faces and are constantly assessing those around them.

Black Men are so hungry for validation and respect that they run to whatever might provide that as quickly as possible, whether it be basketball or football, rapping, R&B, and dance, or gangs and drugs. They spend their early years tuning their bodies into sharp, finely-cut black diamonds of great beauty and precision in order to excel at these validating pursuits.

Sex is also one of those validating mechanisms, and it’s something black Males take great pride in flaunting. The stories about black dicks exist for a reason; none of the black Alphas I served had anywhere near what science calls an “average” dick. And black Men use sex (via their cocks) as a weapon, although the war they wage is a staggeringly breathtaking and wondrous one. There is a reason why females are running to black Men in droves these days, and it’s for the same reason why faggots have been serving these Men for a very long time.

It’s because they are dominant, aggressive, strong, and incredible fuckers. Being taken by a black Alpha is like getting caught in a category 5 tornado in which everything you knew of the world is twisted and crushed out of existence while you are tossed about by the most extreme power Nature can conjure against you. When they’re finished with you, you’re left in a crumpled heap, panting and disoriented in a freshly disfigured world.

Sounds terrifying? It is, in a way. But it’s also the most alive I’ve ever felt sexually. And I will also add this important point – I’ve never felt more desired in my life than those times when I was held (and held down) by the arms of black Alphas and violated in ways I didn’t think possible. For a scrawny white faggot with some body issues, their attention (even the most violent kinds) were like drops of water in a parched desert.

Given what I’ve written here, I hope my faggot readers can understand why I implore all of you to offer yourself to these incredible black Alphas. They innately understand the purpose of faggots, and they instinctively know what to do with you. And for faggots yearning to be used, or humiliated, or fulfilled, you simply will not experience anything like serving a black Alpha.

Having said that, I want to introduce you to a dominant black Alpha with whom I have been having some intense and probing conversations. He goes by the name Alpha Kobi (@danobii on Kik messenger), and he’s a young, extremely dominant and well hung black Alpha living in Toronto. He would like to find that needle in the proverbial haystack: a true faggot to serve him faithfully. These are the parameters for eligible candidates:

• Must be a true faggot – no game players! Cash faggots might be accepted.
• Must be white or mixed
• Must be between 20-40 years of age
• Toned, in-shape body
• Hairless or shaved
• Must be drug/420/smoking/alcohol/ poppers free
• Must provide a full face pic and a full nude body pic

Prior to contacting him, he expects potential candidates to do homework, specifically, he wants you to examine the following posts carefully. If these types of things are beyond your ability as a faggot, then you should not apply.

Here are some pictures of Alpha Kobi. As you can plainly see, he is sculpted to perfection physically, mentally, emotionally.

I must say that Alpha Kobi is as spectacular of an Alpha Male as any faggot is going to see in a generation. He is as real as death and taxes, and just as serious.

Respectfully contact Alpha Kobi on KIK (danobii) if you meet his conditions.

If you are not close geographically but feel compelled to serve this tremendous Alpha as his cash faggot, then you may inquire – but approach ready to offer immediate tribute!

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Let me say up front: I think El Rey (GreedyFinDom on Twitter) is the greatest findom I’ve ever known. He makes a lot of money from this unique, internet-enabled business model which is built on prostitution, abuse, bravado, shame, jealousy, and a slippery moral justification. He’s unquestionably the best at it.

He’s so good at it that he can even hurt those who are not necessarily his target audience. Even people who approach with their guards up and their eyes wide open. 

People like me.

Any long-time reader of this blog knows of my general dislike of findom. I’ve talked to plenty of cash fags who have spiraled deeply into debt due to their addiction to findom. I think it affects the same part of the human psyche that gambling addiction does. Faggots and subs craving abuse and humiliation find it in abundance in the world of findom. Like any drug, it’s easy to become a slave to that need we have to waste ourselves and our lives to serve Superiors. 

During my adult life as a faggot, I only ever served Alphas in person. It was almost always sexual and domestic service. My service only occasionally involved money, and sometimes extravagantly so (I bought cars for two Alphas I served). So when I began this blog, I felt like it would be a good idea to experience cash faggotry and find out more about it. It didn’t take me long (and only a few thousand dollars) to realize that findom is very addictive (and also filled with fakes). So I generally dismissed findom as a lazy and dangerous form of service.

Still, I kept tabs on findom through the fags in my audience. And one name kept coming up – El Rey (GreedyFinDom). So I checked him out. He was an attractive, twinky Latino with a slick, arrogant attitude and an addictive sense of humor. I liked him and his shtick. 

Eventually I carefully contacted him. Much to my surprise, he had been reading this blog. It turns out El Rey (human name: Lucas) got his start on Tumblr and built a gigantic audience (200,000+) for a blog based solely around his personality. That impressed me. I was also impressed by his thoughtful and expressive answers to my questions. And there was never any mention of payment on either side. Every so often I would contact him and we would chat briefly. He was always very genial and pleasant with me, which was refreshing given that I am a faggot and he is an Alpha. I appreciated those interactions.

Several months ago I contacted him for some reason I can’t remember, and we ended up having a fairly expansive conversation about several aspects of his life, none of which I will recount.  During this conversation, I asked him if he would be willing to be interviewed. And to my surprise, he said he would! 

Well, life got in the way, and I failed to give him any questions. Even though we continued to have lively and detailed conversations, I always forgot to touch back on the idea of interviewing him formally. 

Then this picture showed up online:

This led to a long conversation about Blake Mitchell getting into findom (and being coached by Sir Lucas) and about the state of findom Alphas in general. 

I was so inspired by this conversation that I did something I have strenuously avoided – I opened my heart to him. I sat down and created a 45 minute audio file in which I told him all about the story of my Syrian son that I rescued from certain death in 2017. I cried through most of it. He was the first person online to know the whole incredible story (and, at the time of this writing, remains the only one). It was an open-hearted message of love and trust in him. 

At this point, I really wanted to interview him. So I asked again.

Excitedly, I crafted a wide-ranging set of interview questions. When I was ready, I asked him for his email address. 

I asked this because I had determined in my heart that I wanted to give him something out of sheer joy I derived from our many terrific conversations. So almost immediately I got on PayPal and sent him $100. 

Of course, given my relative inexperience in dealing with these kinds of transactions, I naively wrote some very kind words that, unbeknownst to me, endangered his PayPal account. He never mentioned any of this to me.

I never said anything about the tribute, and he never mentioned it either. And we were cool with that.

January turned into February and I never heard back from him about the questions. I nudged him jokingly at one point, but beyond that I just waited patiently. At one point he promised them at the end of the week two weeks ago. But they never arrived.

Unfortunately, I pointedly mentioned the questions today, nearly a month later.

That sudden shift in attitude jarred me, and we began arguing about this situation. From what I can make out, Sir Lucas was upset about the PayPal message (which wasn’t intentional, and was never corrected for) and for apparently feeling pressured to perform a trick (in the form of answering those questions) because I sent him $100.

This was never true, and I instantly regretted ever sending him the money because of how he took it. 

What ensued after that is too detailed and too long for an already overlong post. In a nutshell, I accused him of being a spoiled, wealthy playboy who isn’t so busy that he doesn’t have time to jet across the country, eat expensive meals, and shop for Versace. He rightfully countered with the fact that I’m a faggot who has no claim on his time, and especially not for $100.  

After a long and ugly fight, Sir Lucas cut me deep in my heart using the one thing I shared with him that really meant anything – my relationship with my Syrian son.

I stopped it there. He proceeded to publicly disparage me to his Twitter following, but I couldn’t feel anything anymore. It’s difficult when you trust someone with something so very personal and they use it against you in the cruelest way imaginable. 

I’m a faggot, but I’m still human. 

I guess I put this together because (thanks to Sir Lucas’ publicity) I was receiving so many questions about what happened between us. It’s easy to call someone a dumb faggot and mock that faggot with his coven of dommes, but the truth is more nuanced than that.

I left him with this:

And he left me this way:

And so we left each other bruised up and licking our wounds, but still agreeing on one thing: a faggot and an Alpha can meet somewhere in the middle, away from the trappings of findom, and share truth. 

And that’s priceless.

Fags love to be bred, and Alphas love to breed them. There is something liberating about a Man rutting a fag’s pussy and emptying his balls into it. Disease transmission notwithstanding, fag breeding is consequence free and an incredible way to cement a fag’s devotion to its Alpha. After all, it’s physically impossible for an Alpha to impregnate a faggot.

But what if impregnation was possible? What if an Alpha pumped so much cum so deeply into a faggot that it forced the faggot’s body to spontaneously create a womb and carry a fetus?

I must admit that the fantasy is hot to me, and I know for a fact that many Men and Alphas are totally turned by the idea. Such a thing would be the ultimate evidence of virility and power. 

I recently had a discussion with a wonderful faggot brother who is currently in a relationship with a dominant Alpha. The faggot mentioned that he and his Alpha often use role play about impregnation to increase the intensity of their sex life. 

I was curious to hear more, so I asked the fag to tell me about it. This is his account of their fetish fantasy:

The faggot told me that these fantasies have greatly increased the meaning and intensity of their fucks. I can completely understand this. For an Alpha, having a target of impregnation focuses him on a specific goal that increases his aggression. And for the fag, the fantasy makes every load it receives even more precious. 

I really appreciate this fag brother for sharing this intimate sexual fantasy, and its Alpha for allowing it. It’s nice to know there are other fags who feel the same way about getting pregnant with Alpha cum! 

It’s incomprehensible to faggots, the confidence Alphas have when receiving a blowjob. I often wonder what it must be like to be a Man when he stands over a faggot and watches his dick get slurped on and swallowed. I imagine it must take a supreme level of confidence and ego to stand there and expect worship. To know that this mouth slobbering on his cock exists for his pleasure, to use in whatever way he desires without even a hint of shame or embarrassment.

Most fags seem to be like me, revolted by the idea of any attention paid to our useless skin flaps. The idea actually fills me with panic. There have been moments (thankfully rare) when a Man has touched my penis and I flinched or recoiled like a rape victim (which I am). But I know it has nothing to do with any molestation, but rather a deep humility.

I simply prefer to please, rather than be pleased. It has always been that way,

So the Alpha ability to accept and demand worship is something totally alien yet absolutely fascinating to me. I have discussed this with many Alphas, and I always come away with a renewed sense of wonder at these incredible Men.

My fascination with this Alpha trait was definitely re-ignited when I came across this video. In it, a Bulgarian Alpha casually smokes while he stands over a black faggot and receives head. He is the picture of cocky swagger, making rude comments about the fag while his dick is down its throat. He has not a care in the world. He emanates an Alpha God vibe that makes my throat clit tingle and my mouth to drool greedily.

Just watch the video, and you’ll see what I mean:

I don’t know who this Alpha is or what’s happened to him, but I would happily live in a dog cage for the rest of my natural life and serve him.

I know … I have a problem. But this is the typical reaction faggots have when confronted by the confidence of Alphas.

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A couple of months ago I published a video I called “Mouth Rape” (see that here). It’s a brutal mouth fucking of a faggot by a disguised and extremely aggressive Alpha. As a rape victim, there was a slight flashback when I saw it, but it also gave my fag pussy a wide-on. 

I can’t be sure, but I do think the Alpha in the above video is the same Alpha from that first video. Who else does this to a faggot’s head? Regardless, it’s clear that this Alpha takes no prisoners in his complete domination of faggots. It’s terrifying. It’s thrilling.

It is the Hierarchy in its purest and most uncompromising form. 

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Over the years I have heard from many older faggots who feel useless and depressed in their later years. For faggots, service is the way we feel fulfilled in our lives. Service is our purpose. Without it, we can easily fall into depression and feel lost in our own lives.

That’s why I really loved a recent series of letters I received from a faggot named bob. He is 61 years old, and he has spent his entire adult life serving Men. But, like most faggots at his age, service opportunities eventually became harder to find. 

But rather than wallow in sadness, fag bob took action. Eventually, he met a straight, married, 62 year old Alpha online. I’ll let fag bob take it from here:

“I have been playing with other boy’s pp’s for as long as i can remember. my new Master is a wonderful man. He’s married and a former Marine. I met him on Squirt.org. We chatted a few times and he invited me to his house when his wife was away.

He made me strip as soon as i walked in the door. He had some computer work to do so he put me under his desk and told me to suck his cock and balls while he worked. About 10 minutes in he said he had to piss. He grabbed my head, pushed it down on his cock and started pissing. He told me to swallow it all and not spill a drop. i tried my very best but he was pissing so fast that some came out my nose. He thought that was funny and i have to admit it was.

After he was finished working he made me crawl to the living room where he had me suck and tongue fuck his ass for a good 20 minutes. Then he was soooooo horny that he had me put a condom on his cock then bent me over the couch and with just spit for lube rammed his cock in my boi cunt balls deep. Then he fucked me hard and deep for about 5 minutes and came so hard in inside me. That was the only time he has used a condom. Now he fucks me raw and i LOVE it. And he makes me suck his cock clean after and pisses in my mouth before i leave. Anyway he made me take the condom off and put it all in my mouth and suck his cum out of it and swallow it. Then made me clean his cock. He then kissed me on the forehead and told me to get dressed and leave. Oh and he calls me nasty names and that really helps. i need that. We have been together many times since. All great stories. He now shares me with others and i am in faggot heaven.”

This experience really isolates a common element in stories of faggot successes – COURAGE. It takes courage to overcome the feeling of worthlessness common to older people, and make oneself available to serve. That’s what fag bob did, and he has found bliss once again.

“As for advice for other older faggots………i felt the same way they do. Lonely and useless. That’s what happens when there is no Master to serve. But i just stuck with it and kept searching knowing that he was out there somewhere. And then i found him on SQUIRT and have been so happy ever since. i LOVE my Master. He uses me the way i have always dreamed of being used. He and his wife don’t have sex any longer so he uses me to fulfill all his sexual fantasies and i LOVE that. There are 2 bath houses he takes me to and makes me suck and swallow other guys and sometimes they all will piss on me as a group. and that is so so hot. But my Master is the only one who fucks me. As he says my cunt belongs to him alone. So advise the older faggots to just keep trying. It will happen.”

He added this bit of advice:

So inspirational! 

To all of my older faggot readers, I implore you to not give up. Resist the self-pity that wishes to define your later years. You have things to offer Men. You still have opportunities to feel that fulfillment of purpose you experienced in your youth. Age hasn’t changed your inborn purpose in this world! Be courageous and you will find success!

There is no doubt that dorm rooms around the world have been one of the primary vehicles of straight Male experimentation with gay sex. All of the necessary ingredients are there: hot guys at the height of their reproductive powers, freedom from parental authority, close proximity to other males, often in various states of undress, and the lack of constant female availability.

I doubt that there are few scenarios hotter for gay males, but it’s especially enticing for faggots. The idea of being used sexually as a fuck toy by a straight college stud is almost unbearably erotic. Some lucky faggots get to experience this personally (see my ongoing series of true stories about frat fag’s enslavement by a college Alpha named Duke), but the fantasy is shared by all of us.

Gay porn often tries to emulate this fantasy, but without good performances (a rarity in porn), the attempts often fall flat. But there is one gay porn scene that stands head-and-shoulders above all others. It is the instant-classic encounter between Blu Kennedy and Danny Bitho in the film Encounters: The Heat of the Moment by Lucas Entertainment, a favorite among gay audiences. The first time I saw this electric scene, I almost passed out from excitement. Most of that has to do with Bitho’s perfect Alpha college stud performance. Just the way he says “cock” is mouth watering. Also his confident stare, almost daring Kennedy to submit to his needs.

The only scene I can even compare to this one is the recent film “Mine” from Helix Studios featuring Blake Mitchell and Joey Mills. But even then, it doesn’t approach this level of pure Alpha/fag heat.

Enjoy:

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When I first saw this clip, I was mesmerized by it because I recognized the dominant emotion in the clip – cock hunger.

Cock hunger is probably the one thing that separates faggots from females or other gay males. It is the engine of the faggot drive to serve. That hunger pushes faggots to constantly search for cock to service, sometimes even looking for the next cock as they’re swallowing the load from the previous one. They search the night like ravenous and insatiable vampires, desperate to devour Male seed.

Part of the reason why cock hunger makes faggots so crazy is the simple fact that faggots rarely ever cum in their encounters with Men. So once the Man has had an orgasm, the faggot, still not sexually pleased, seeks out the next encounter. They remain in a state of sexual arousal that can only be quenched with oceans of cock.

I’ve been in this situation quite a few times. Honestly, the effects of cock hunger scared me, because I was capable of doing things under its influence that I never imagined possible in my life. All considerations of decency and decorum were tossed into the trash can, ignored, as cock hunger drove me to serve blindly. It’s like being on a drug, except that the end result is a belly-full of nutritious and enervating semen.

So when I see videos like the one above, I recognize the pure focus of a faggot cocksucker under the influence of cock hunger. I have been there too many times to tell. Even though I’ve changed my focus in service, I look back fondly when I was smothered in its grasp. Surrendering to cock hunger and releasing all cares is deeply satisfying and cathartic.

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Alphas, it’s just this easy. Command a faggot directly, without self-consciousness, and the faggot will do exactly what you tell it. 

Such is the glory of being a God-Man, a being of divinity and an object of worship. All things belong to you. Take them without apology.

The Alpha and his faggot in the video above have been posting videos together for years. Somewhere on this site is a video of these two early in their relationship (follow the “video” tab).

I find them so interesting because of the stark contrast at work between them. In every video, the Alpha lies back and presents his cock for service. His faggot furiously services its Alpha’s cock and lovingly slurps up every drop of cum.

Between them, this relationship is the most natural thing in the world. Each one is fulfilling their role, the Alpha embodying the worshiped God and the faggot working hard to earn its place as his slave. There are no arguments about roles, no doubts about what each person is receiving from each encounter.

They are like two perfectly-crafted puzzle pieces, their opposing parts snapping together into a harmonious picture. This is the fulfillment the Hierarchy promises us if we will only get out of own way and cherish our role in it.

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It isn’t easy being a faggot. We are typically despised by average society, cast aside as weak or pathetic. We are often the subject of abuse by sadistic Men, beaten and attacked and occasionally raped. Service to Alphas can be difficult, as it often constrains our schedules and saps our strength.  

But when a good faggot comes to serve a true Alpha, the faggot finally finds something rare in its life – PEACE and TRANQUILITY.

True Alphas are strong, reasonable, encouraging, and appreciative. They view their faggots as an extension of themselves, a representation of their power in the world. The faggot is his possession, and a valuable one. Every act of submission by the faggot reinforces his glorious and god-like Alphahood. 

In return, the Alpha offers the faggot something special – protection and acceptance. The urges a faggot has for submission and service might cause revulsion in the world, yet the Alpha encourages the faggot to express these  suppressed feelings. The Alpha allows the faggot the freedom to unleash its true self without any fear of embarrassment or shame. 

Beneath the shadow of a true Alpha, a faggot can gag and choke on a dick, tears streaming down its cheeks and throat slime oozing off of its chin, and finally feel accepted. It can get fucked and choked and twisted into a pretzel and come away feeling like the most blessed creature on Earth. 

All people want to experience the truth about themselves, to find their true place in this world and achieve fulfillment. Faggots find this oasis of fulfillment under the guidance of great Alphas who accept them without judgment. It is in the service of these Alphas that faggots find comfort and peace.

How do you go about cruising men and where would be the best places to go when you feel like cruising.

When I was more into cruising, I was primarily hunting (is that appropriate for me to use?) for straight Alphas. Of course, straight Alphas don’t cruise the way gay Men do, so I would focus on places where the testosterone is always pumping (like a gym) or bars or parks (where sports activities and exercise happens).

For gay males, places like parks or bookstores with questionable reputations work very well (every decent-sized city has areas like this for gays to hook up). Gay clubs and saunas also work very well, obviously. 

Cruising is really for the bold. Shyness is a killer in this situation. You need to have a sure understanding that all of the guys are there for the same reason. It’s not a dating show, it’s a mating show. Eye contact is a terrific lure, but so is walking up to a Man and offering a blowjob. It’s really not complicated between Men in a situation like that.

Straight Alphas are no-nonsense types. They just want service with no strings and no questions. They’ll use a mouth wherever they can get it and not get caught. Cars are hot for these quickies since they afford some amount of privacy yet it retains some of the thrill of public sex.

So here we have an Alpha stud lying back in a car and letting a faggot service him. The faggot is, of course, shameless, beaming with pride while stuffing his cock in its mouth. 

Afterwards the two part ways, unlikely to see each other again. But the Hierarchical truth behind this encounter – of two males fulfilling their roles – is reinforced once again. 

Hierarchy is Truth.  

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Aside from the earring, this male looks fairly masculine. He probably goes out to bars with his buddies on Saturday nights, and makes jocular small talk with his male co-workers during breaks at work. Everything seems average and normal and right with this single white male.

But he isn’t “one of the guys.” He’s a faggot.

From the first time he felt the warm ropes of cum splatter across his face, the salty, and the slightly bleachy taste and smell of a Man’s seed filling his mouth and nostrils, he was no longer like other males. He was changed in that moment, baptized into a life of true fulfillment. It is a baptism as old as the human race, one that washes away the false notions of one’s life and reveals the truth.

For every day after that baptism, this faggot will roam the world in search of Men to serve. Its craving will be for cock and cum. It will live to feel a hard dick penetrating its body just as a Man’s commands penetrate its soul. There will be no quest greater than this, no task as urgent and no completion as satisfying.

Baptized into the Hierarchy, where everyone finds a place eventually.

This is a magnificent, powerful, and incredibly heartfelt message from Ellen Page on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Through tears, she unequivocally condemns the current administration of America (and in particular Trump and Pence) for fostering a new era of hate against the LGBTQ community.

As Ellen eloquently says above, there IS NO DEBATE about what we are facing. This hideous administration OPENLY HATES GAY PEOPLE. They are NOT hiding it. 

Any gay person who is supporting this administration is DUMBER THAN DOGSHIT and deserves every last ounce of hate they receive because of their orientation. PERIOD. It’s like a Mexican or an immigrant or a Muslim or a black person or a union worker or a poor person supporting the Trump administration! This administration DOES NOT represent you! In fact, it is squarely ALIGNED AGAINST YOU!

It is time to wake up and pick a side. I expect my readers to choose themselves over a hateful ideology. This administration has been founded in hate, and that hate is directed AT YOU! Stop surrendering to it! Stop giving your soul up to it!

Choose yourself. Choose love. And then make a change for good.

This intense deepthroat training video is difficult to watch, but it’s instructive. Fags, how committed are you to serving Men? Are you willing to go through this level of humiliation? Can you surrender your ego to become a machine of pleasure?

Fags must really learn to let go of their pride and embrace humiliation to be able to go the extra mile to please Men.

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