Alpha Jin’s best friend and soccer teammate Alpha Matt really loved his first blowjob from a faggot. After fucking the throat of Alpha Jin’s faggot Chin, Alpha Matt grabbed a faggot from the gym and used it a couple of times as well. You can catch up on these posts by clicking here.
But Alpha Jin really wanted Matt to try fucking faggot pussy. The experience proved to be life-changing for Jin, and he knew his dominant Alpha friend would love it if he’d just try it.
However, Alpha Matt really struggled with the idea. He comes from a very religious family, and he felt the weight of their prejudice hanging over this decision. Alpha Jin and I kept reasoning with him, though, and he seemed to be coming around. Plans were made to have Matt come over to Jin’s house, eat dinner, and then fuck Chin. But then Matt got cold feet and backed out.
Then I had a pretty critical conversation with Alpha Matt after his no-show during which I used the example of a Fleshlight to better help him look at faggot pussy as simply a hole to fuck. His reaction to that example – “OMG” – showed me that he was turning a corner. Then I wrote “Take The Red Pill” (click here) with Alpha Matt’s struggle in mind; he noticed the message immediately.
So Saturday plans were made for Matt to come over and finally fuck his first faggot.
What happened next almost defies description. Alphas Jin and Matt returned from soccer practice, took Chin into Alpha Jin’s bedroom, and proceeded to double-team the faggot. Both Alphas dumped loads in Chin’s throat and pussy (four loads in total) before leaving to go to a bar to watch sports and celebrate.
From the bar, Alpha Jin texted me: “WE ARE GODS!”
Meanwhile, Chin was in a state of shock. He began describing how roughly they used him, egging each other on and sometimes high-fiving when they came. “Well get ready,” I warned Chin, “because I doubt if they’re done.”
“Are you serious?” asked Chin incredulously. OH YEAH. I told Chin to get ready and greet them in just a cute jockstrap.
And just as I predicted, the Alphas returned to see Chin in his jockstrap. This caused the Alphas to pounce on the faggot, roughly fucking him and dumping four more loads. three in Chin’s pussy and one in his mouth. For his final Rut, Alpha Matt picked Chin up from the missionary and bounced the little faggot on his thick cock until he blew his load.
Then the Alphas went out to celebrate some more, leaving Chin the faggot in a limp, cum-filled heap on the bed.
AFTERMATH
Alpha Matt wasn’t nearly done with fucking Chin’s pussy, so Alpha Jin made the generous offer of loaning his faggot to his friend whenever he needed to get off.
That happened the following day (of course … young Alphas reload almost instantly). Chin obediently went over to Alpha Matt’s place at 4:30pm the next day. Alpha Matt greeted Chin at the door wearing just shorts. He ordered Chin to get undressed while he rubbed his hardening cock. Then Alpha Matt took the faggot into his bedroom and had him worship his balls and cock for about a half an hour before violently fucking Chin.
In the course of Alpha Matt’s Rut, he popped Chin’s second ring and cunted the faggot for a second time. The sensation of having his second ring popped was so overwhelming that Chin’s body went limp and he momentarily passed out! Then Alpha Matt picked the faggot up and deeply flooded Chin’s pussy with yet another load.
When Alpha Matt put Chin down, Chin dropped to his knees and orally cleaned off Matt’s cock.
Once Chin finished, Matt simply said, “Get the fuck out.”
I asked Alpha Matt today what he thought of faggot worship, and he said: “It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.” He also said that “it doesn’t feel gay at all … it’s just a hole to fuck.”
He intends to find himself a personal faggot from the gym to own and use, but in the meantime, it looks like Chin will be doing double duty for a while.
The glories of faggot pussy! It transforms Men into Kings every day!
This is not true Alpha behavior. This is a Man with some serious mental and emotional problems. How insecure must a Man be to need to whip and beat a defenseless faggot in order to feel powerful?
One of the more remarkable stories of an insane month on this blog involved the story of Chastity Fag Matt. You can read it by clicking here. In short, Chastity Fag bravely wore his chastity cage openly in the locker room of his local gym, attracting the attention of a Supreme Alpha named Max.
After Max issued instructions that the faggot would serve him at the gym, Chastity Fag was excited but unsure about where things were headed. He was asking me if I thought Master Max would use him sexually at some point. I told the faggot to be ready for something the next day. I knew this particular Alpha, so bold in his initial claim of Ownership, would waste little time fully breaking in his new faggot.
And sure enough, it happened. Master Max made his claim official by brutally throat raping his faggot.
Here is Chastity Fag’s account of what happened:
Okay. I wrote it all down. It was such a rush to relive it so soon after!
Got there plenty early. Waited anxiously by his locker. Towel, water, and protein shake in hand. He showed up already dressed for his workout. I was slightly disappointed because I wanted another look at him in all of his glory! But he was wearing a tank so his arms were on full display!! Threw all his stuff in the locker, grabbed the shake from the bench and put it away. Then motioned for me to follow and put his earbuds in. Was soooo intense because he hadn’t said a word to me yet.
For the most part, all he said was weight amounts for me to add to the equipment at times. He kept his earbuds in almost the entire time. I pretty much was just a spotter, human cup holder and human towel rack. But his sweaty towel was heavvvven so I was fine being the rack. And I felt so useful to him that I didn’t mind serving essentially as a set of objects.
He did have me do squats while he did walking lunges with free weights. It was super hot to think he was seeing my ass go up and down like I was riding his dick. Kinda forgot I was wearing a thong though so he did laugh at me when he noticed and said “nice whale’s tail.” Took me a minute to realize. Sure I turned red once I did!
As his workout wrapped up, he told me he was going to the steam room. We went to his locker first and he stripped – felt very similar to yesterday!!! He didn’t linger long though. He took some gulps of the shake I brought before throwing me his bag of dirty laundry – just said “have it clean by tomorrow.” I was looking around at this point to see who may be witnessing this but no one was really paying attention. I just nodded back but he kept staring at me. His eyebrows went up as if expecting something more. So I said “Yes Sir.” He smiled slyly and told me to join him in a few and then walked off to the steam room still completely naked. I watched him grab a towel right before he entered. What an ass and a Man! My mind was spinning!!!!!!!
I got back to my locker with his sweaty towel and clothes with me. I just wanted to start sniffing them then and there!! I stripped down and covered myself with a towel. Wasn’t sure if now that he was owning me this way that he’d want me flaunting my faggot identity as much. When I entered, his eyes were shut and he seemed to not notice me or care. But soon after sitting across from him, his eyes locked on me again. And he never stopped staring at me. Only occasionally blinking. I felt so small and mesmerized. His deep brown eyes staring into my faggot soul.
After a while, as more Men came in, he motioned his head to leave so I got up thinking I was dismissed. But he followed behind me before walking toward the showers. I didn’t follow super closely not sure what he wanted to do until he looked back as if to say “you coming?” And of course I nearly RAN to do so. The showers are actually pretty private at the gym – thick tile walls between each and a full curtain.
He walked in but left the curtain open implying room for one more – me! He turned the water on to a temperature that seemed right for him. I tried my best to remember the feeling and how much he twisted the knobs so I could “draw a bath” for him in the future if lucky! Both of our towels were off at this point. He lifted his arms – pits glistening with sweat across somewhat trimmed hairs. I just stared in awe. Feeling so entranced. He gave me that same look again and I realized he was expecting me to and allowing me to WORSHIP. I dove face first into his sweaty pits – sniffing, licking and kissing. It was the best thing ever! It helps that he’s at least 6’2” (maybe up to 6’4”) and that I’m around 5’9”. Makes me almost at pit level.This went on for a bit and I liked his chest equally enthusiastically. He didn’t seem to want me on his nipples too long.
He began to push down on my shoulders and with no resistance I went straight to my knees. But before my mouth could even get past his belly button to his incredible (now harder and GROWING) cock, he turned around as he grabbed the back of my head and planted my face right in between the two mounds of his perfect ass. At first I just breathed it in. But then I realized that wasn’t serving him. So I repeated my worship as I had just done on his upper body. The taste was obviously more complex. Sweat, salt and that ripe taste that comes from a straight Man’s asshole when he doesn’t care about a person’s tongue coming into contact with it. It didn’t bother me the slightest. Bitter, yes. But so sweet because I was tasting him!
I all of a sudden tasted soap and realized he was lathering up while my face was still buried in his ass. His hole was tight but loosening up. I wasn’t going too deep in case he didn’t want that. He eventually pulled away, turned around and finished soaping up. I stayed on my knees watching – switching my gaze from his bathing actions to his erect cock pointing right toward my face. It gave me time to measure it mentally. I’m going to say 8.5” and thick. He rinsed off and then stared down at me. I’m sure I looked like a lusting whore on my knees with my mouth watering and my completely waxed clit locked up.
He kind of silently chuckled before he stepped forward, grabbed my head and in one motion, thrust his cock forward as my mouth instinctively and eagerly opened. From there, it was an absolute rape. He started slow for a few thrusts but then it was balls deep, for extended periods with constant pressure to still suck without him retreating much. Luckily the shower room is loud and music is playing because I wasn’t able to be silent. I was gagging and coughing a good bit and showing clear signs of distress and struggle. But he seemed not to care. Only once when I was able to back off for a second did I think he almost might say something or smack my face. So I dove back on his dick and he had me creating all sorts of throat slime with his powerful thrusts. Snot and tears were flowing but the shower water washed a good bit of that away. It felt like an eternity and like I would need stitches in my throat afterward but I made it through. He was enjoying it for sure. But you could see the aggression pouring out of him as he fucked my throat with abandon.
He didn’t signal when he’d cum but I sensed it based on how much he was squeezing my head and slamming his cock so deep. He came A LOT. I was trying my best to keep it all in my mouth with so much throat lube already being produced.
Once he was finished he looked at me. I swallowed hard and looked back in complete submission. I thought he’d walk out then but he kept holding his cock and looking at me. I just sat there like an obedient puppy. Then he let a stream of piss flow. It hit me on my chest first but he soon had it aimed at my face and hair. I instinctively opened my mouth even though my eyes were closed at the moment. I was further rewarded by him moving his aim to my mouth and I was able to open my eyes and witness this God of a Man piss in my mouth as I graciously swallowed several mouthfuls. Pretty clear piss but still plenty of taste!
Once finished, he leaned down – I thought to say something to me or maybe even KISS me! But he instead spit in my face. Like with his piss, I instinctively opened my mouth and he spit once more into it. With that, he grabbed his towel and walked out. Leaving the curtain open. I was so used. So fulfilled. So in a daze that it took a second to remember I was on my knees, soaking in piss with spit on my face and my locked clit exposed while the shower continued to run behind me.
I got to my feet before anyone walked by and got cleaned up before putting my towel around my waist and getting back to my locker to change. I went back to his locker after but he wasn’t there. I figured he left and without any instruction was done with me for now. I walked out almost skipping/floating home with a sore throat and the taste of his cum and piss lingering on my lips. It was an amazing day!
One note: I think chastity fags that expose themselves should beware that serious Alphas are the ones that will likely notice and do something about it. I think Max seeing my locked clit made him feel very comfortable treating me as a very willing faggot (which I am). There was zero ramp up and he certainly didn’t hold back using signs of dominance and marking his territory from the start. You’ll probably get more aggressive Alphas using my exposure method.
As Chastity Fag’s example underlines, bravery is the most important element in finding an Alpha to serve. A faggot can be physically attractive, socially important, or wealthy, but if it lives in fear, it will never find this kind of fulfillment.
I’m so happy that Chastity Fag has found an Alpha like Master Max. This kind of Supreme Alpha will test the boundaries of even the most dedicated faggot. I hope Chastity Fag is ready for the greater challenges to come!
In some respects, straight married Alphas are the most frustrated Men on Earth. These great Men, due to circumstance or rushed decision-making, find themselves trapped in marriages to females that cannot or will not satisfy their powerful needs. Alphas are born to be hunters, to be conquerors. They are born to lead and born to breed. These Men are gods born to be worshiped. Marriage is antithetical to everything an Alpha truly needs.
What is the answer to this problem? FAGGOTS.
Time and again, straight Alpha Males take a chance and use a faggot to relieve their sexual needs, and suddenly discover a whole new world of absolute worship. They find out that faggots are insatiable slaves born to serve cock, eager to do whatever they can do to please their Owner.
Suddenly, sex with the wife seems like a distant and insignificant concern.
Today I received a long series of messages from a straight married Alpha I will call Stan. I will just reproduce his breathless messages here since he does a great job telling his own experience:
Hello faggot. I have just been scrolling through your blog and you are so fucking right!!! Yesterday night I used my first faggot and it was so stunning!!! I would have never thought that guys like this exist!
I’m 38 years old, I’ve been married for five years and I have two little kids. My wife’s never been much of a sex fan and she never ever sucked my cock. It’s frustrating. I love her, but she doesn’t even want me to watch porn or jack off. She doesn’t understand I have my needs.
Last week I talked about it with a friend. I complained about her and that I don’t know what the fuck to do. He suggested I look for a gay boy to get me off. I was taken aback first. Wait! A boy? I’m not gay! He laughed and said it didn’t have anything to do with being gay or not. A man needs a hole to get off and boys have two holes and he had made the experience, that some gay boys are very keen to take a man’s dick.
So my wife decided to visit her parents over the weekend. She and the kids. My friend suggested we go to a gay bar and see if we can find some gay boys. So we go there and have a drink and this boy shows up, that my friend has fucked a few times and they disappear, leaving me alone. I felt some guys look at me. I’m attractive, tall, slim).
Then a guy approached me. He asked if I would invite him for a drink and I did. This guy very quickly brought up what I was thinking. He asked if I wanted a blowjob or maybe more. He was cute. Really cute. And very charming. He asked if I was single and I told him about my wife and kids. So he asked if I wanted a blowjob or maybe more and I said, yeah, maybe more, but I never had sex with a guy and he smiled and said it was the same then with women. Just stick it in! He asked if I had a place where we could go and I said, yeah, I have a house and my wife isn’t there for the weekend. He asked if I could get him another drink. I asked, if he shouldn’t invite me for a drink, I had already paid him. He smiled and said that he would, but unfortunately, he didn’t have any money with him. And actually, he needed a place to stay for the night. So if he could stay with me, he would let me use him sexually however I liked. Well, he was handsome, charming and well dressed, so I agreed and took him home.
As soon as we were inside he dropped to his knees and opened my pants!! He got my cock out and gently took it into his mouth! OMG!!! No woman ever had made love to my cock like he did! I was still in my jacket and I told him to stop and let me take my shoes and jacket off first. He stopped and started to open my shoes, and took them off my feet. I took off my jacket – I was already sweating – and let him into the living room. I dropped onto the sofa and he again dropped down at my feet. He gently pulled off my pants and then he got to work on my cock again. I came after only 5 minutes! I came into his mouth and he swallowed it all!
He then said ‘I’m sure I can get out more of your balls, Sir ‘ and he got to work my balls and cock again! This time I lasted longer and I got up and held his head and I fucked his throat, imaging it was my wife’s throat. He was still in his clothing and after I had cum the second time I told him to get naked. I wanted to see his body.
Then came the next surprise. He undressed really slowly and he didn’t wear underwear. Instead, he was wearing a chastity device (I didn’t know it was then – he explained it to me). So he explained he was owned by his husband, but his husband is having a boyfriend and he wants him to live with them. He hates the boyfriend and ran away from home. Honestly? It instantly made me hard again! He said it would make him very horny. Hungry for cock in his ass.
And I tell him to show me his ass. And he turns around and spreads his cheeks and I’m rock hard within a second! I tell him to go on his fours and I get over him, spit on my rock hard tool and shove it in! And then I fucked him like I have never fucked anyone before! If I would fuck my wife like this she would accuse me of rape. Never. You can’t do this to a woman. I’m sure I hurt him, I have a big dick. My wife always complains. But he didn’t. He just moaned.
So I fucked the hell out of him and I came right into his ass. It was too late to pull out. After I had pulled out he turned around and to my surprise he took my cock back into his mouth and sucked it clean!!! OMG! Imagine I would ask my wife to do that!
He stayed the night with me and in fact he is still here and I fucked him so many times that both his holes are sore. He still doesn’t complain! I feel a little sorry for him. He can stay another night, but tomorrow my wife will be back. Well at least I’m going to have him for another night. It’s a pity he’s married to such an asshole. I would love to have him around!
Oh and he introduced me to your blog. To make me understand my role and his.
Unbelievable!!
First of all, I’d like to thank Sir @whycantigetthenameiwant for creating an account and getting in touch with me about this awesome experience!
I’d also like to congratulate my nameless faggot brother/reader who completely fulfilled his purpose in serving this amazing straight Alpha and introducing him to the wonders of true worship! You did good!!
More than anything, this experience underscores the perfection of the Hierarchy and what happens when a dominant Alpha Male meets a truly submissive faggot. When both understand their roles properly, both experience an indescribable fulfillment.
I would say that I have a wide set of experiences fulfilling my role as a faggot over the last twenty years, and that has led me to form many of the ideas and perspectives I often discuss here. But regardless of my experience level, I’m always learning new things from the Alphas and faggots (and everything in between) I meet around the world. This has led me to evolve my thinking on some issues. Findom has been one notable example of this evolution. Another is the use of chastity devices.
As I’ve said, I have never been put into chastity. No Alpha has ever even thought of it (of course I’ve served a lot of straight Men, and they are largely ignorant of chastity), and I had my masturbation habit totally under control even from the beginning, so chastity never became an issue before.
So that lack of experience led me to develop a fairly indifferent attitude toward chastity. I always encouraged it with those drawn to its restrictive allure, but it was never something I felt carried much power. But recent experiences with faggots Simon and Chin helped me to see the value of chastity as a way to deepen submissiveness and even lead to cunting.
But this new experience really blew my mind.
It involves a faggot here on Tumblr named @chifaggotwhore. Here’s a picture of the faggot in some cute undies.
He’s a chastity faggot who was desperate to make himself more available for use by Alphas. We had been talking a little bit about possible ways to accomplish this when he asked me if I thought it would be good for him to walk around the gym locker room naked in order to display the cage to everyone there. I, of course, immediately encouraged that idea.
So the faggot bravely walked around the locker room on Friday completely naked, cage on full display. The courage of this act takes my breath away. All of the Men in the locker room noticed, of course, but the faggot saw one Alpha in particular nudge his Alpha buddy and point. Then they both snickered.
But the faggot wouldn’t give up. The next day the faggot repeated the chastity display, but this time he went into the steam room. Then the seemingly-impossible happened – the snickering Alpha from the previous day entered the steam room, too!
Here’s the faggot’s account:
The Alpha that pointed me out to his buddy – I now know his name is Max (swoon) – came into the steam room and wouldn’t break eye contact with me! There was a short minute where it was just us two in the steam room and he approached me. Told me he was hoping I’d be back. Said he had seen things about fags like me online.
Gave me his locker number and told me to meet him there fully clothed. I sat on the bench waiting with absolute butterflies in my stomach! He came over still in his towel. Right in front of me with my face at his crotch and ass level he dropped the towel and OMG. His strong, beefy ass was right in my face. He bent over to get his socks and underwear on and it took everything in my body not to dive face-first into his butt. His dick is AMAZING. Long and thick, perfectly shaped and cut. Only got a quick glimpse. He got his phone and asked me my number and then told me to leave. Got texts from him a few minutes later!
For a frame of reference, the faggot described Alpha Max as Chris Pratt in his beefy mode:
The texts Alpha Max started sending his new faggot were pretty remarkable:
Then the faggot had the great idea to either make or provide protein drinks for his new Owner’s workouts:
I then instructed the faggot to compliment Alpha Max and thank him for the display in the gym. I also told the fag to ask Alpha Max about his previous experience with faggots:
Then Alpha Max, showing great insight, tacked on a new instruction for his faggot:
INCREDIBLE!
I’m so impressed and proud of my faggot brother for showing such courage! This example has really shown me the power of the chastity cage. Straight Men and Alphas have a visceral, instinctive reaction to the sight of a male in a chastity cage. They know what it means, and what they can do with a male like that.
So never be afraid to express your need to serve! Alphas are looking to own you if you simply offer yourself!
And as for me, these last couple of months have really changed my opinion about chastity! Its power over the destiny of faggots is undeniable!
This was written long ago on Tumblr by a faggot in Australia. I wanted to preserve the work from the wreckage of the site.
#1 – Be able to host
#2 – Break your gag reflex by practicing with a banana or a dildo.
#3 – Never use your hands, unless told to
#4 – Look him in the eyes when his cock is down your throat.
#5 – Learn to listen and observe non-verbal cues that tell you how to suck him better
#6 – Pay attention to his balls as well.
#7 – Buy some knees pads so you don’t need to take a break
#8 – When he is cumming, keep sucking him all the way through until his orgasm ends.
#9 – Always swallow, unless he decides to blow it some other way, in which case, let him.
#10 – Keep his cock in your mouth after he has come, and let it get soft while he comes down from his orgasm. He might fall asleep with his cock in your mouth, let him.
#11 – When he is done cumming, your are done. Never expect him to reciprocate in any way.
#12 – Strive to make your mouth a replacement for masturbation. Many guys would much rather cum down your throat than jerk off.
#13 – Try to make note of when he usually contacts you. And the frequency of when he does, so you can make sure you are available when he wants to use you. When his balls are full, he’s not interested in what else you have going on in your life.
#14 – If he touches his nipples while you are sucking him, you should reach up and offer to work them with your hands for him.
#15 – If he lifts his legs back while you are sucking him, that often means he would like to get rimmed as well, and your should do that for him.
#16 – When you are rimming him, don’t stop until he is finished enjoying it, which can be over an hour sometimes. Get used to that.
#17 – Never touch your cock when you are sucking him, unless he tells you to.
#18 – Always provide amyl (poppers) if they enjoy using them. Allow him to use the poppers as much as he likes, and never use them yourself unless he puts the bottle under your nose. Never reach for them and never ask for them. There is nothing worse than a cock sucker that constantly stops sucking to sniff more poppers. Let him decide how much you get, and when.
#19 – Always provide porn from him to enjoy, and get the kind of porn he likes to watch.
#20 – When he is not using you, do not hassle him or bug him. At the very most, you can periodically let him know your availability, but never expect him to respond unless he wants to, when he wants to. And when he doesn’t feel like using your mouth, leave him alone to enjoy the rest of his life.
It’s one of the most famous choices in movie history. In The Matrix (1999), mysterious leader Morpheus offers reluctant hero Thomas Anderson a choice: take the blue pill and return to a world of blindness, or take the red pill and find out the truth about the world around him and his place within it.
Of course, Mr. Anderson chooses to take the red pill, leading him on a sometimes-painful path of discovery (and, most crucially, self-discovery) that will ultimately find him fulfilling his destiny as the new Messiah.
Alphas and faggots are real-life equivalents of the Thomas Anderson character, and like him, we are faced with a similar dilemma:
1. Take the blue pill, reject the truth about ourselves and attempt to slip back into the false narrative of our socially-acceptable roles, or
2. Take the red pill, accept the truth about what we are within the Hierarchy and embrace it so we might ultimately find true fulfillment.
The choice isn’t easy for Alphas or faggots. For this discussion, however, I want to direct this post to my Alpha readers and the choice they face.
Alphas are conditioned by society to believe that they must conform. They are taught that confidence is bad, that great achievements should be muted, that power must be contained. Alphas are expected to conform to the rules of “Manhood” and what is considered “proper” sexual and romantic behavior. Men don’t cry, Men don’t show emotions, Men don’t hug other Men, and they certainly don’t fuck other Men. The threats of emasculation and rejection are held over their heads to force them to submit to these behavioral ideals.
But Alphas are not born to submit to human rules. They are not born to follow, but rather to lead.
So naturally, the Alpha takes the red pill. Instantly his eyes are opened to the reality of his existence; he was born Superior to other males. His purpose is to rule the Earth as a King, be worshiped and adored, breed females and own faggot slaves. He realizes that he was actually born a GOD.
That’s an overwhelming truth to accept!
When Alphas follow their instinct and reach out to take the red pill – thereby rejecting the rules others blindly follow – there is a distinct period of panic. Much like Thomas Anderson after taking the red pill, there is discomfort and terror. That life of conditioning suddenly clouds their judgement, confuses them, and makes them feel doubt.
So begins the struggle for the soul of the Alpha. Will society suppress the truth from the Alpha and pull him back in line? Or will the Alpha embrace the Hierarchical truth of his existence and ascend to Godhood?
In The Matrix, Thomas Anderson (as Neo, his “Alpha” name) must face off and conquer Agent Smith, a program of the matrix designed to quash non-conformity. An Alpha like Neo threatens the placid, preprogrammed world of the matrix, and therefore must be eliminated. Meanwhile, Neo longs to be free, longs to become what he was meant to be.
Alphas have the same struggle. For example, an Alpha might enjoy dominating a faggot and fucking it for pleasure, but society says he “shouldn’t” because that isn’t what a “real Man would do.” If the Alpha pulls away from receiving that kind of worship or service, who wins? Society wins because it has beaten the Alpha into submission.
Straight Alphas often confront this pressure head-on when they finally experience faggot service and discover that it makes them feel more powerful than they have ever felt before. Society exerts pressure on the straight Alpha, telling him he can’t use faggots if he’s straight. Of course that’s nonsense; a Man can use a Fleshlight without being attracted to it, and Men often fuck a variety of objects (couches, mattresses, pillows, watermelons, etc.) without being sexually or romantically attracted to any of them.
So does the Alpha slink backward in order to fit in with the crowd? Or does he reach out and take all of that newfound power for himself?
Here’s the truth: the Alphas who grab hold of that unlimited power with both hands live in rarified air. They are the Supreme Alphas among us, true gods who owe no explanations and feel no remorse or fear. They live life completely on their terms.
And the world rightly conforms TO THEM.
So Alphas, the choice is laid before you. Nature has given you a great commission in this world. You have been blessed with the genetics, intelligence, strength, character, and ambition to become human gods.
What choice will you make? What choice should you make?
Why does my alpha like to punch my loins as he’s fucking me?
Since I’m a faggot, I probably can’t answer this as well as an Alpha might, but the answer is probably rooted in some form of dominance. By punching your loins, he is exerting his authority over you, emphasizing the importance of his cock while emasculating yours.
Do you think something happened in a fag’s early life that made them become fags? Is it the typical freudian “daddy didn’t love me enough” cliche or something a little more involved than that?
It’s definitely more involved than some Freudian pop psychology. You see, faggots are BORN THAT WAY. We are born with a basic need to submit and serve Men. We spend our days wandering through our lives somewhat lost until we finally come to accept this reality. Once we do, the skies open up and we can finally see our lives and purpose clearly.
When you get fucked, does entry feel extremely painful?
It doesn’t need to be extremely painful. Take your time with entry, and use plenty of lube (Gun Oil is best for this). Also, do the work necessary to prepare your hole for fucking – use a buttplug or dildo to open your hole and stretch it a bit.
There are few moments quite as profound as the moment a Man penetrates the hole of another male. The transformation is complete – the penetrated male has his Masculinity removed, and is forever altered.
It is the moment a male becomes a faggot, finally fulfilling his purpose as a hole for the needs of Men.
Notice how the faggot eagerly accepts the load of its Owner, and then immediately starts sucking his cock some more. Greedy little fucker!
This is the effect of an Alpha’s presence and his cumshot on the mind of a faggot. The overwhelming desire to forever suckle on his cock – and draining every last drop of cum from it – is hard to resist.
An Alpha might start slowly. He might even lightly kiss or caress his faggot. But the truth is he is mounting his fag to RUT and BREED it. The faggot is his hole, his cumdump, his toy, his bitch.
Above is @masterborojay (Twitter) fucking a new faggot for the first time.
When a Supreme Alpha like him takes a faggot’s pussy like this, it isn’t about lovemaking – it’s about POWER. It’s a Superior Male’s cock fucking and breeding an inferior’s hole and marking it forever at the most primal level. That it true Ownership!
After straight Alpha Jin had deflowered his first faggot Chin, he couldn’t get enough of fag pussy. As I mentioned in the post about the day of deflowering (read here), Alpha Jin fucked Chin six times that day, and every day after that involved multiple feedings and breedings. Alpha Jin filled his faggot with every drop of cum his Alpha balls could produce.
The net effect of so much potent Alpha cum on a faggot is profound. The cocktail of potent substances in semen (particularly in large amounts) produce a narcotic effect on a faggot’s willpower, making it “cum drunk” and open to suggestion. Mostly those suggestions involve servicing cock again and again, and the cycle continues.
So Chin the faggot was in that swirl of cum drunkenness, constantly craving Alpha Jin’s cock. The chastity cage that had been causing so much distraction and consternation for the faggot was lessening as Chin slid further into subspace. I knew it wouldn’t be long until Chin would let go enough to experience a true cunting.
It happened last night.
Alpha Jin called his faggot from soccer practice, warning it that he would be coming home early and that his balls were full. When he returned to the apartment, Alpha Jin did something truly remarkable to seal the coming deal – he didn’t shower. I had recently talked to Alpha Jin about the power of his natural male scent and its effect on faggots (read more here), and so he decided the test out my advice.
So Alpha Jin, covered in his potent sweat, lit some candles in his bedroom and pulled Chin into his room. Chin dropped to his knees and pulled down Alpha Jin’s shorts; his cock was rock hard. Chin sucked it, the scent of Alpha Jin’s musky crotch filling his nostrils and causing him to leak uncontrollably.
Then Alpha Jin bent the faggot over and started fucking it.
Unlike previous breedings, they tried a couple of positions. Alpha Jin put the faggot on his back and fucked it missionary style. Then they rolled over and Chin began riding his Master’s stiff cock.
All it once, it came over Chin like a powerful wave. His body began shuddering, and his pussy started involuntarily gripping and stroking Alpha Jin’s dick. Later, Alpha Jin’s described Chin’s face as one of shock, as if “his eyes were going to pop out of his head.” Then Chin experienced a full hands-free orgasm (while still caged, of course) that almost made the faggot dizzy with excitement. All of this convulsive stimulation led Alpha Jin to squirt his load deep in his faggot’s pussy, sealing the deal.
Chin woke up this morning to a special gift Alpha Jin had left for him – his dirty soccer clothes waiting to be laundered by the faggot. Alpha Jin did this on purpose, of course, now understanding the power of his scent on his faggot. Chin spent some time inhaling those clothes before cleaning them, further imprinting on his Master.
In talking to a breathless Chin early this morning, it was clear the faggot had been cunted. He spoke of feeling The Void in his pussy (read here), that yearning to have his Master back inside of him. Chin also mentioned that the cage no longer bothers him at all (a feeling echoed by Simon after his cunting).
Now, I just want to reinforce the fact that Alpha Jin was a completely straight Alpha Male who had never had any contact with (or knowledge of) faggot worship until a couple of weeks ago. And now he completely owns a faggot and loves it!
“This will not be the last faggot that gets a cunting from me,” said Alpha Jin ominously.
Look out, faggots! The world has a new Supreme straight Alpha on the prowl and looking for prey!
Cunting is one of the most profound moments in the life of a faggot. It is the line of demarcation between the world of Men and the world of true faggotry. Once a faggot has been cunted, there is simply no way to return to the world of Men and Manhood. The cunting utterly destroys that possibility forever.
I’ve written about cunting many times before, most notably in a 2016 article titled “Being Cunted” (READ HERE). There are many signs that indicate cunting, including uncontrollable shaking or reverse rutting as experienced by me (here) or Guillaume (here) or Simon (here). There is also a kind of paralysis as described by Brian the faggot of Straight Alpha Mike (here).
Regardless of the reaction, the faggot is altered mentally and emotionally by the experience, which is unlike anything Men typically experience. To put it in more organic terms, a cunting is probably as close to a female orgasm as a male can get. Hence the name. A faggot’s hole is transformed into a pussy, a cunt. And it will never be the same.
I think the one aspect of a cunting that seems to be universally experienced by cunted faggots is something I call “The Void.” When a male sticks something in his ass or even gets fucked, he moves on with his life largely unchanged.
But a cunted faggot ends up with The Void inside its pussy, a space where cock was and belongs again. The Void is constantly craving to be filled with cock again, to feel that sense of fullness and completion. Without cock, The Void is like a black hole, a howling vortex aching to be stuffed full of cock.
It’s an ache deep inside the faggot’s pussy. It keeps the faggot awake at night, yearning to be penetrated. Sometimes the rim of the faggot’s pussy tickles, teasing the faggot to stick fingers into it or find a cock willing to fuck it.
Cunted faggots are like converted vampires, damned to a life of neverending hunger to fill The Void that drives their need.
Of the many ways Men and Alphas control faggots – sexual use, scent training, discipline, chores – cunting is the most permanent and profound, mainly because of The Void. There will always be an empty space inside that cunted faggot, a space reserved for the Man who did the cunting.
Some of you may remember this startling momentwhen Chin the faggot was dragged off by straight Alpha Matt, best friend of Chin’s Owner Alpha Jin. Alpha Matt had heard about the ball-emptying service Chin was providing for his Owner, and Alpha Matt was curious to try it for himself.
Needless to say, Alpha Matt thoroughly enjoyed pumping his load down the eager throat of Alpha Jin’s faggot. In fact, he loved it so much that today Alpha Matt took a faggot he noticed at his gym, forced it to its knees, and fucked its throat.
Incredible!
I reached out to Alpha Matt after this momentous event to get his perspective. Here’s what he wrote:
Jin told me that Chin was a faggot and at first I just thought he was gay and did not understand the difference between the two. Jin told me to look at FWA and I would get a better idea of what faggots are all about. My girl has not been putting out. And that is why I thought I would try getting a fag of my own. Now I notice faggots all over the place. The gym seems a good place to find them.
“My girl has not been putting out” is a common complaint heard from straight Men who use faggots on the side. For these Alphas, faggots are human equivalents of cumrags or Fleshlights – places to dump a stress-relieving load.
Alpha Jin said Alpha Matt expressed shock at how easily faggots seem to willingly drop to their knees on command to take cock and cum. This kind of cock hunger is not typical at all with females. I’m sure it is bewildering for a young straight Alpha to experience for the first time. What an impression that makes!
Alpha Jin also said that Alpha Matt is unsure of where he wants to take this new avenue of faggot usage – Matt feels some aspects are “too gay” for him – but many straight Alphas start using faggots the same way and slowly come to the realization that using faggots doesn’t change their sexuality, but rather enhances it.
I’ve seen straight Alpha Matt – he’s gorgeous. Faggots will forever drop to their knees before this young soccer god.
Well, it finally happened. Straight Alpha Jin took his first faggot Chin into his bedroom, put the faggot on its knees, bent it over the bed, and took its virginity.
Then he fucked it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
That’s right! Alpha Jin – in true Alpha fashion – bred his faggot SIX TIMES over the course of yesterday. In fact, he forbade his faggot from leaving their apartment all day in order to have its hole available when he was ready to fuck again.
I began receiving distressed texts from Chin after the second fuck. His hole was quite raw and sore, and he seemed panicked at that moment. I tried to calm him down and recommended a couple of remedies. Chin started sticking ice cubes in its pussy to relieve the pain.
“I think he (Alpha Jin) might be done now,” said Chin, hoping for the best.
Of course, I had already spoken to Alpha Jin, who was rock hard again. “No, he’s not done,” I replied flatly.
I was right, of course.
At one point I told Alpha Jin that the faggot was hurting from the repeated fucking. “That’s not my problem,” said Alpha jin, “I need to empty my balls.”
And empty his balls he did, culminating in a massive 30-minute RUT that left Chin rattled and shaken from the power and intensity. I think Alpha Jin was shocked himself, frankly. I don’t think Alpha Jin ever unleashed his inner Beast like that with females.
After that earth-shaking Rut, Alpha Jin did something kind – he allowed the faggot to sleep with him in his bed.
This morning, the hurricane of Alpha Jin’s RUT had subsided, leaving Chin’s world disheveled but oddly fresh and renewed. Despite its pussy still being sore and throbbing, Chin was hungry for more of its Owner’s cock. “I think he wants more,” said Chin with a mixture of fear and excitement.
And indeed, Alpha Jin face-fucked Chin this morning to empty his balls once more. Afterward, Alpha Jin said he used the faggot’s mouth because he wanted to give Chin’s hole a rest. What a kind Master! And much to Alpha Jin’s pleasant surprise, he awoke to find his faggot licking and sucking on his balls!
Alpha Jin’s powerful Rut and his constant breedings of Alpha cum in both of Chin’s holes have completely unlocked Chin’s inner slut. Chin has developed a stage of faggot development I call “cock hunger.” It’s an intense and unwavering need for cock and cum that faggots develop, a level of deep subspace that pushes faggots to do almost anything to get more of it.
This morning I asked Chin if it had been fingering and stroking its pussy while thinking about the fuck it received. “How did you know that?” Chin asked incredulously. I know because I remember the feelings I had after my first fuckings, the tingle lingering in my hole like a phantom limb.
This level of subspace is one females rarely achieve. Faggots are unique in this respect, and that’s why we make such incredible slaves to serve the powerful needs of Men.
Today, Alpha Jin said, “I love having a faggot.”
Straight Men are coming to understand the wonders of faggot worship!! It is a Hierarchical arrangement by which a faggot fulfills itself, and a Man becomes a GOD.
Hierarchy Is Truth!
I saw this video this morning, and thought of my little brother going through this life-changing event. Enjoy!
I saw this video and couldn’t help but think about my beautiful faggot brother Chin. He lost his virginity today with a marathon, day-long fuck session from his Alpha Jin. I know he probably felt something like the faggot in the video above, but he soldiered through it.
The great black Alpha @mariogotstroke is so merciless and powerful that he makes my anxiety levels rise while watching him rape faggot pussy. His RUTS are brutal, legendary affairs filled with thunderous thrusts and soul-emptying moans of pleasure.
I’ve been fucked by plenty of black Alphas, some with truly enormous cocks. I’ve been raped by a black Alpha. And yet, I’m not sure I could handle the dominant power fucking of this Ultimate Alpha. I would try my best (I wouldn’t have a choice anyway), but I think I’d keep some smelling salts handy unless I pass out.
Alphas don’t care where they’re at – if they need relief and there’s a cocksucker available, you can be certain that they will drag that cocksucker into the nearest bathroom and throat fuck it mercilessly. They might even take video to show their friends or the internet.
Alphas aren’t shy. They aren’t shamed. They do not hesitate.
Yesterday I teased on social media that there had been something major happening with the story of Alpha Jin and his faggot Chin. This coming development was the reason why I made two posts about the importance of faggots accepting their role in the Hierarchy and embracing it.
You see, Chin had reached that point of acceptance. He was in pure “crave mode” when it came to his Master Jin’s cock and cum. This intensity had so impressed Alpha Jin that he began to talk about what he was experiencing as a new fag Owner with a couple of close straight Alpha friends on his soccer team.
And these teammates wanted to meet Alpha Jin’s new faggot slave!
So last night Alpha Jin made arrangements for his teammates to meet at a local pub for a few drinks, and he told his faggot to be there as well. Chin was understandably nervous, asking me repeatedly if he should go “because these guys are really Alpha” and he felt intimidated. I encouraged him to go, if for no other reason than it would be good to see his Master interact with other Alphas in a social setting with his faggot in tow. But I was also suspecting something else might happen.
And boy, did it ever!
I began receiving texts from Alpha Jin telling me how his teammates seem to really like the little guy and were chatting it up. Then I received a message from Alpha Jin: “Sam, my faggot is a slut. I think my buddy got a blowjob from Chin.”
I later interrogated Chin to discover that Chin had, in fact, sucked off a straight Alpha soccer player (and Alpha Jin’s best friend) named Matt. I’ve seen a picture of Matt, and I can confirm that he is really hot; dark hair, perfect, angular face, long, lean, athletic body.
After Alpha Jin left his faggot to talk with Matt and some others while he worked the room at the bar, Alpha Matt angled Chin to a place where he could have a semi-private conversation with the faggot. Then he made an approach.
“So, you’re a faggot?” asked Alpha Matt bluntly. Chin nodded in agreement.
Alpha Matt grabbed his crotch. “Would you like some of this?” asked Alpha Matt while watching Chin’s obvious lust grow.
So Alpha Matt grabbed Chin by the hand and pulled him into a secluded back room at the bar. Once inside, Alpha Matt pulled out his stiff cock. I’ll let Chin describe its reaction exactly:
“And I just fell to my knees. It was like a reflex action. I could not control myself.”
So Chin began sucking on Alpha Matt’s cock (which Chin describes as very much like Alpha Jin’s), but it didn’t take long before Alpha Matt’s dominant power took over. He grabbed Chin by the back of its head and forced his cock all the way down Chin’s throat and began throat fucking it. After several hard thrusts, Alpha Matt dumped a huge load down Chin’s throat. And Chin happily swallowed every drop.
Afterward, Chin began suffering from PTSG (Post Traumatic Service Guilt) due to realizing what its slutty and out-of-control natural faggot impulses might make it do. This is always a moment of growth for a faggot. We need to be pushed over and beyond our boundaries by Alphas to truly understand that our drive to serve completely is deeply rooted within us. We are born for this purpose. That all becomes clear in moments like this.
I talked Chin down from its PTSG moment, mainly directing its attention to Alpha Jin’s stunning reation to this bold act by Chin. A bit later I received a message from Alpha Jin saying that Alpha Matt came up to him and said “I need to get a faggot now.” Then Alpha Jin said this incredible statement:
“I am so proud of my new faggot. Faggots are fucking amazing.”
Indeed we are, Sir!
Today is the day Alpha Jin intends to mount and breed his faggot for the first time. He said he has deflowered many females, so he has some experience with opening virgin holes like Chin’s faggot pussy. But this is also virgin territory for Alpha Jin, who has never experienced the wonders of fucking a faggot and completely breeding it into submission forever.
Thank you to Alpha Jin and Chin the faggot for being so open as they experience this life-changing moment together. This has turned out to be one of the most incredible stories to ever appear on this blog. I hope I have managed to do justice to the facts and captured the spirit of this wondrous discovery you’ve shared!
So you might remember an episode of flagrant disobedience a week ago from Chin the new faggot. Alpha Jin had given him direct orders to prepare himself to be fucked for the first time, and the faggot basically refused to follow orders.
So Alpha Jin locked the faggot in a chastity cage.
I’ve never experienced a chastity cage before, mainly because (1) I have a teeny little pee-pee, and (2) I exert precise control over my masturbation habits. Alphas I’ve served were never bothered enough by the existence of my pee-pee to insist on locking it up (I guess).
Chin the faggot, on the other hand, kept masturbating every time he sucked Alpha Jin’s cock, which bothered Alpha Jin considerably (and prompted him to buy it). When the disobedience happened, that was the final straw. Alpha Jin immediately locked up the faggot’s useless penis.
The first couple of days were difficult. Chin was really chafing under the restrictions the cage imposed on him. Every day Chin would beg his Master to release him, but Alpha Jin rejected all of his requests. Every day Alpha Jin would face fuck his faggot and feed it a daily load like clockwork.
But a few days ago there was a marked change in the faggot’s demeanor. He began craving his Master’s cock (and specifically his cum) more every day. He breathlessly asked me if I thought it was okay if he requested additional feedings (LOL!!!), and began wondering aloud when he might get his Master’s cock (and that precious load) in his now-hungry pussy.
To satisfy the faggot’s needs, Alpha Jin graciously began to feed his faggot twice a day (once after waking up, and another before bedtime). Suddenly the faggot stopped worrying so much about the cage, and instead focused on the next time his Master would pump him full of cum.
Additionally, Alpha Jin was so turned on by this complete submission from his faggot (something he never experienced with females) that his testosterone levels started rising and his semen output increased to meet the demands of the faggot. Yesterday Alpha Jin needed to unload in his faggot three times to get relief from the surging needs of his activated Alpha sex drive.
So really, the power of the chastity cage extends beyond simply restraining a faggot’s useless nub. It is a training device that can deepen and strengthen the roles of both the faggot AND the Alpha. It’s an incredible invention that holds a key to true Hierarchical fulfillment!
So now that the faggot’s attitude has adjusted, Alpha Jin intends to fuck its virgin pussy for the first time tomorrow! This will be a deflowering for both of them, since Alpha Jin has never used fag pussy before!
A whole new and exciting world awaits both of them!
I’ve been chronicling some incredible stories over the last few weeks. First, there was the cunting of Karl the faggot (CLICK HERE). Then came the startling example of my beloved brother Simon submitting to a Supreme straight Alpha named John (CLICK HERE). Now, most recently, I’ve had the privilege of aiding my beautiful faggot brother Chin as he submits to serving his straight Alpha roommate Jin (CLICK HERE).
All of these stories have a common thread: the faggots needed to make a major adjustment in their thinking, finally accepting within themselves the truth of what Nature intended them to be. It’s not an easy process, and there are definitely peaks and valleys on the road to that acceptance.
But it must be accepted if a faggot is going to find fulfillment and peace.
On November 6, 2015 (the first six months of this site) I wrote a seminal article regarding this process of acceptance. It involves peeling back the layers of what we believed about ourselves, looking at ourselves and our needs honestly, and then resolving to pursue that true purpose.
When I did that, I found freedom.
Given that my brothers above are in that process now, I thought I would reprint that post here.
The Importance Of Acceptance
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.
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.
It’s shocking how liberal other parts of the world are concerning sexual content. America – supposedly the beacon of freedom and liberation – still retains a Puritanical view of sexuality, particularly anything that deviates from the norm.
One example of this sexual liberation can be seen in the Portuguese film O Fantasma (2000). The film chronicles a trash collector named Sergio who slowly discovers an interest in guys, of course leading to trouble. It won several film festival awards the following year despite containing graphic gay sex scenes in it.
This incredible post was written by Sir Titus, known as @alphaexploits on Tumblr.
The day after I moved into my apartment here, I went around to the neighbors on my floor to introduce myself. I always found that having made this face-to-face introduction makes for better interactions with them if needed in the future (asking them to turn their music down, needing to borrow a cup of sugar, etc.). Cody’s was the last apartment on my rounds.
“Hi. Just moved in and wanted to introduce myself. I’m in the last apartment at the opposite end.”
I extended my hand but he looked both confused and distracted, eyeing me up and down.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologized, after an awkward moment. “Thought you might have been the food delivery guy I just buzzed in. I’m Cody.” He shook my hand and I could feel how small his hand was in mine. The physical differences between us were noticeably apparent. He was about 6″ shorter than me, younger in his mid-20s, shaved head, and a nervous glimmer in his eyes that tried to hide what I had immediately been able to tell: he was a fag in need.
His small hand was dwarfed in mine and I tried not to crush it. “Well, Cody, it’s good to meet you,” I said, holding his little hand longer than usual as I looked him in the eye. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no food. Haven’t even had time to stock my fridge yet.”
The elevator down the hall dinged and a guy carrying bags with food started walking towards Cody’s apartment. “Well, Sir, if you need any help moving in or with anything, I’m right here if you need,” he said with the verbal acknowledgment of my status in the hierarchy.
“I’m not an Officer; you don’t need to call me ‘Sir’, you know.”
“I know, but you look like someone people would call ‘Sir’, so you never know.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I laughed. “Well, your food’s here. Good to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
“I hope so, Sir,” he said, emphasizing my title, as I headed back to my apartment.
Oh yeah, he’s a fag, I thought to myself.
The next morning, I spotted Cody heading in to work as I was walking in. We exchanged some small talk, he asked how I was adjusting to the constant heat, and talked about where I was working. Turned out that our work centers were near each other.
“Do you drink coffee in the morning?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m not much of a morning person, so it’s kinda a necessity. I go all “Hulk Smash!” if I don’t get my caffeine,“ I joked.
“I’ll try not to piss you off then,” he smiled. “I used to wrestle in high school. I was pretty good, but I don’t think I was ever good enough to take down someone as big as you.”
“Did you just call me fat, tiny?” I barked at him.
“No! I meant you’ve got a lot of muscle on you! I didn’t mean…” He looked at me and seeing me crack a smile, realized I was fucking with him. “Jackass.” He laughed.
“Be careful what you call me before I’ve had my coffee,” I reminded him playfully.
Cody bought me my morning coffee before we split to report in to our work centers.
After work, I headed to the gym. Although the gym is air conditioned, when it’s over 100 degrees outside, it doesn’t stop you from sweating your balls off even when you’re just standing around.
“Here, it’s better than the water fountain, trust me,” I head a familiar voice say to me. I turned around and Cody was handing me a fresh bottle of water. “Thanks, stalker,” I said, greedily gulping down the water. The cold water hit my throat hard and I let out a much needed burp.
“Classy,” Cody joked. “And oh so manly.”
“If you think that’s manly…” I said, pointing a finger up, telling him to wait.
“I don’t get it. What am I…” and at that moment, my silent protein fart hit his nose. “Holy shit! What the fuck died in there?” He laughed through the fumes.
I laughed. “Just my dreams and aspirations.”
Cody laughed and took a deep breath. “Yeah, you’ve got enough protein in your diet, Sir.”
“Never enough, boy. Anyways, I think I’m done here. Gotta get some real food for my fridge. What time you working tomorrow?” I asked.
“I have to go in early for the rest of the week.”
“Ah. I’ve got orientation all week, so same time for me. See you around, kid.”
I didn’t turn around, but I could see in the mirrors that Cody’s eyes followed me as I left the fitness center.
The next morning, I got in to work and found a thermos of coffee at my desk with a Post-It note: “Dr. Banner’s coffee”.
I smiled. “Kid’s got a sense of humor.”
At the end of the day, I left the dirty thermos where I found it and headed out.
I didn’t see Cody again that week, but every morning, a fresh thermos of coffee waited for me. Kid was certainly trying.
The next time I ran into Cody was at the gym the following Wednesday. “Thanks for the coffees, kid. Haven’t had to punch anyone…so far,” I said.
“You’re welcome, Sir. So how’s the move going? Adjusting?”
“Not too bad. Still living out of my suitcases until my stuff gets here. Almost out of clean clothes and not looking forward to doing another run to the laundry room.” The laundry room in our apartment building is on the ground floor and is a pain to lug laundry up and down the elevator. It’s not hard, just a pain in the ass.
“I actually love doing laundry,” Cody said. “If you want, I wouldn’t mind doing yours for you. I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on with the move and everything.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. Find it relaxing; making order from all that chaos. Sounds weird, I know…”
“I mean, I’m not going to make fun of you if it means I get clean clothes and don’t have to do them myself,” I replied.
Cody laughed. “Plus, I’m off tomorrow and can do them then. I can pick them up from you later if you’re around.”
“Cool, well, I’m almost done here and then I’m heading back to the apartment. I’ll be home all night.”
“I’ll be there, Sir.”
I had barely entered my apartment and had time start refilling my water bottle when I heard the knock on the door.
“Hey, come on in. Didn’t expect you so soon,” I said as I let him in.
“I can come back if you’re busy.”
“Nah, it’s cool. Haven’t had a chance to shower yet though. Mind giving me a few minutes to get out of these so I can add them to the pile?” I asked, tugging at my sweaty gear.
“Not at all, Sir. Mind if I watch some TV?”
“Make yourself at home,” I told him as I headed to the bathroom. I took off my sweaty shirt and poked my head out of the bathroom. “Hey, Cody! Think fast!” I said, and threw it at him. He turned around just in time for it to land right on his face. I laughed and went back to shower.
I came out in just a towel and found Cody watching TV while holding on to my t-shirt like it was some sort of security blanket. His faggotry was confirmed.
“Goddamn, you have a nice body,” he said when he saw me. “You’re fucking huge, Sir!”
“You mean this?” I asked, popping a double bicep pose for him. As I flexed, my towel unintentionally slipped from my waist and got caught on my dick. “Not what I intended to happen, but oh well,” I laughed. “Not that you would mind.”
“What do you mean, Sir?” He asked, slightly timidly, eyes down, as he tried to keep his gaze from scanning my body.
“We gonna keep playing this game, kid? I know what you are, boy.”
“And…and what’s that, Sir?” He asked timidly.
I moved in front of him on the couch, towel still hanging on my cock, inches from him. “You’re a faggot,” I stated plainly the way you would say that the sky is blue.
“I think there might be a mistake. I don’t know what you think, but I’m not…”
I held up my hand to stop him. “Look, I’m going to give you a choice. You can either take my laundry and go do it and we won’t talk about this again. Or…”
“Or what, Sir?” He asked, his voice slightly shaking. He looked up at me for the first time since I began this confrontation.
“Or you get off my couch, get on your knees, and admit that you’re a faggot. If you do that, if you come clean to me and to yourself, I’ll let you rub my muscles.”
He paused for a moment, got off of the couch, and when I sat down, dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Sir, if I was a faggot, would you still want to be around me?” He asked, afraid that the answer might be “no”.
“Of course,” I said reassuringly. “I’ve known you were a fag from the day I met you. The coffees and attention made it kinda obvious too.” I laughed.
“I was hoping you’d notice, Sir,” he said, “but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it. You never know how people will react.”
“How could I not know?” I laughed. “You practically drool whenever I’m around.”
We both gave a laugh that diffused his nervous tension that had filled the room. I leaned forward, took his chin in my hand, and asked, “So tell me, what are you?”
“I’m a faggot, Sir,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes.
“You want to be my faggot while I’m out here?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well, let’s call this your audition. You want to touch my body?”
“Please, Sir.”
I readjusted the towel horizontally, continuing to cover my crotch. “Alright, let’s see what you can do. Anything covered by the towel is off-limits. Everything else is your playground. You’ve got 30 minutes. Go.”
Cody took my right leg in his hands and caressed down until he reached my foot. He pressed in on the arches at the pressure points before taking my toes in his mouth. He sucked on my toes and licked between them while quietly moaning. He switched to my left leg and did the same thing. It felt good to just relax while getting worshiped. His hands slowly moved up to my calves and rubbed them firmly. As I flexed them, he traced the muscle divisions with his fingers.
I looked at the clock. “Fifteen minutes has elapsed, boy.”
Cody knelt up and without looking at me in the eyes, asked, “May I smell your armpits, Sir?”
“You may.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He spent the next fifteen minutes going from one pit to the other, licking my nips and kissing my chest as his mouth moved to the other side. Nose in my pit, he breathed deeply, then gently took my armpit hair in his mouth and sucked on it as he tried to taste any sweat I may have missed cleaning in the shower.
After thirty minutes, his time was up.
“And that’s time,” I announced. “You did a good job, but I need to jack off, fag. Time for you to get the fuck out.”
“Can I help you with that, Sir? Even just to watch?”
“Don’t be greedy. You have to earn it,” I told him.
“Yes, Sir,” he said disappointed but without complaint as he headed to the door.
“Hey, fag…”
“Yes, Sir?” he asked, turning around.
“Good job. Keep it up.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he said, the smile returning to his face.
The minute I heard the door close, I grabbed my cock and stroked it. Didn’t take me long before I was ready to cum. I looked around and saw my sweaty t-shirt that Cody had left on the couch. I grabbed it and shot my load onto it. After catching my breath, I got up off of the couch and took my cum-stained t-shirt to the laundry basket.
“Shit,” I thought to myself, and grabbed my cell phone. I took a photo of my laundry and sent it to Cody with the message, “Forget something?”
Less than a minute later, there was the familiar knock. I grabbed my laundry basket and took it to the door. I opened the door and handed him the laundry. I stood there naked, cock swinging in the breeze.
“You need something, fag?”
“No, Sir. I’ll have this done for you tomorrow.”
“I know you will,” I said warmly, and closed the door.
Five minutes later, I received a text from Cody. Captioned with, “couldn’t help myself”, it was a selfie of him with my dirty t-shirt in his mouth, sucking on one of my cum stains.
I had to laugh. This assignment might not be so bad after all.
I have worshiped Lane Rogers (formerly Blake Mitchell) since the first time I saw him as a young porn star in the Helix Studios stable. Back then, he was just another pretty young thing with a nice cock.
But my Alpha radar was always pinged when I watched him. Even when he sucked a dick on-screen, I never believed he was anything other than a DOMINANT ALPHA MALE. But anytime I would say that, faggots would scoff at my suggestion.
Then he did a film called “Mine” with fellow superstar Joey Mills. And finally he was able to fully express that true dominant Alpha side of his personality.
The results are in the video above. It is glorious to witness. Every faggot on Earth needs to bend a knee to Lane Rogers and worship him. He is a gift to us all.
Black Alphas are uniquely qualified to handle multiple faggots at the same time. Why? Because their natural dominance forces all of the faggots in their presence to submit completely. One faggot will obediently wait its turn while the Alpha fucks another – this is rare behavior. But that is the reality for black Alphas.
Here’s the other thing, too – black Alphas are bottomless volcanoes of cum. They love nothing more than to fill every hole they can find!
Watch this glorious video. Especially the end – look at that black Alpha pump his second load deep in the faggot’s pussy! Glorious!
I have a long history of serving black Alphas. I can confidently tell you that a faggot hasn’t truly experienced subspace until it has submitted to the Rut of a black Alpha.
What is so special about black Alphas? It has nothing to do with cock size. Black Alphas are simply more in touch with their animal side. They deeply understand the purpose of faggots, and have no qualms about using faggots for this unique service. And we, in being used, find fulfillment.
Watch the black Alpha in the video above as he pounds the faggot in multiple positions, calls the fag’s hole a “cunt,” and finally pumps it full of cum.
It is a perfectly symbiotic relationship, each one fulfilling their role.
Okay, so when we last left Alpha Jin and his faggot Chin, Alpha Jin had just given the faggot a bunch of gifts (purchased at his own expense, mind you) in preparation for a special planned event – the deflowering of Chin’s fag pussy, as well as Alpha Jin’s first opportunity to experience the wonders of fucking faggots.
Before Alpha Jin left the faggot for the day (he had soccer all morning), he told the faggot to get itself ready to be fucked. There were explicit instructions given to the faggot to have itself completely shaved smooth. I know this because the faggot wrote me this after Alpha Jin left for the day:
“… But today is going to be a special day for me. Jin is planning to use my pussy for the first time after he gets back from soccer practice this afternoon. But he left lots of instructions. I have to shave all my crotch and balls and ass baby-smooth.”
So things seemed to be on track for the main event. While I was going about my day, I was frantically checking for any updates on what was happening.
Then I began receiving enraged texts from Alpha Jin. The seemingly-impossible had happened:
THE FAGGOT DIDN’T SHAVE ITSELF COMPLETELY CLEAN!
I was apoplectic. How could a faggot fail such a basic and simple test of obedience on such an important and momentous day?? Nothing made any sense.
Needless to say, I completely agreed with Alpha Jin’s response. First, Alpha Jin took the faggot and personally shaved its entire genital area with a razor until it was baby-smooth – something an Alpha SHOULD NOT EVER HAVE TO DO!
Then Alpha Jin bent the faggot over, grabbed a hairbrush, and mercilessly spanked the faggot’s ass until it cried. The faggot, shocked by this punishment (it later wrote: “He punished me like I was a little kid!”), locked itself in its room and sulked.
Alpha Jin patiently waited until the faggot came out of its room. Then he further stunned the faggot by taking the lock off of its door. Then, in an ultimate demonstration of locked doors, Alpha Jin personally installed the new chastity cage on his faggot.
Alpha Jin was bitterly disappointed. “This (behavior) is almost as bad as girls,” he said later. I was crushed.
The lesson cannot be any clearer: FAGGOTS MUST OBEY. We exist to SERVE MEN. Disobedience displays a lack of appreciation for the authority of Men. Disobedience leads to suffering, fear, and ultimately sadness. Alphas can replace a faggot in the blink of an eye, so never think you’re some special little princess with the magic pussy. Obedience will keep a faggot in good graces with great Men.
This episode really rattled my cages. There is simply no excuse for such a careless, ignorant mistake. NONE. This faggot should be absolutely ashamed of itself for violating clear and direct orders.
I am beyond pissed. And Alpha Jin is beyond THAT. Disgusting.
After a night filled with forgiveness, redemption, and a terrific blowjob, Chin the faggot woke up this morning feeling lighter than air and incredibly happy. Before bedtime the previous evening, Alpha Jin told his faggot that he intended to fuck it the following night. He told the faggot he wanted the faggot to completely shave itself baby-smooth, and prepare its hole for its first fucking by an Alpha.
This, of course, thrilled Chin the faggot. Even though it had sucked a few dicks in its young life, it had never been fucked before. And now it was about to not only lose its virginity, but also give its virginity to its Owner and Master. What an honor!
So Chin the faggot went to the bathroom this morning, and discovered an incredible series of gifts carefully arranged and waiting for use by the faggot.. Here are the pictures from Chin:
ISN’T THIS AMAZING???
Notice the chastity cage carefully placed on a towel in the first pic! Yes, Alpha Jin fully intends to cage his faggot’s tiny pee-pee so that it is no longer an issue!
I asked Alpha Jin where he got some of these choices, and he said that he had talked to Alpha John (yes, Simon’s Alpha!) and he had offered some suggestions. So Alpha Jin slipped off to a local sex shop and made a few purchases!
Remember, two weeks ago Alpha Jin was a straight soccer stud fucking girls with abandon … and now he owns a faggot and is making preparations to breed that faggot and change both of their lives forever!
When I last wrote about Alpha Jin (click here), he was preparing to apologize to his faggot after overreacting when the faggot accidentally came while serving.
Alpha Jin was waiting at the apartment when the faggot, Chin, arrived. Chin looked upset, as if it had been crying for quite a while. The faggot slipped quietly into its room.
Alpha Jin went into the faggot’s room and asked it to come into the living room and kneel on the floor there. Probably assuming it was time for its “feeding,” the faggot obediently did as it was told.
Then Alpha Jin began to stroke the faggot’s hair like it was a beloved dog. And then Alpha Jin did something so rare for many Alphas – he told the faggot that he was wrong in overreacting, and that he was sorry for hurting the faggot’s feelings.
And with that, the faggot began to weep tears of relief and joy as it looked up at its Master.
This is such a critical lesson for Alphas everywhere. It’s easy for us to idolize Alphas, to imagine them as infallible gods who never bend, never yield, and never apologize. But being humble enough to admit mistakes, to show tenderness and kindness, can engender the kind of worship and devotion that no amount of bluster can create.
After his apology, Alpha Jin took the faggot into his bedroom. The symbolism here is important, because Chin the faggot views being invited into its Alpha’s room as a form of “promotion” in its service. Alpha Jin then laid on his bed and offered his cock for worship. The faggot, cheeks still stained with tears, happily sucked his Master’s cock and swallowed his massive two-day load.
This incredible episode, though small, is filled with deep meaning. Ultimately, it shows how an Alpha and a faggot can, with an appreciation for their respective roles, fulfill one another in ways difficult to describe. However, its truth is inescapable. If a straight Alpha Male can suddenly find this level of intense satisfaction and growth through the Ownership of a faggot, then the truth inherent in this Hierarchical arrangement cannot be denied.
Through Alpha Jin’s clear, firm direction, his faggot had begun to obey his orders to stop masturbating while serving him. Remember, this happened over a period of just a couple of days, so the faggot deserves a lot of credit for making such rapid adjustments!
But the adjustments haven’t all been easy.
This morning I awoke to a frantic email from the faggot:
Sam,
Sir was going to feed me anther load last night, but it was totally different than the previous blow jobs. This time he took me into his bedroom and lay on his back. And told me to get down and worship his meat. I have to tell you I was dripping pre-cum from just being in Sir’s room.
So I got to work licking his balls and licking up and down his shaft for several minutes. Then something really bad happened – I shot my load. And some of it went on Sir! I was immediately dismissed from his room. Now I feel just horrible!
Later, I spoke with Alpha Jin, and he was indeed quite pissed off. Not only did the faggot get some cum on his leg, but also on his bedsheets. It called it “disgusting” and wondered aloud if chastity might solve such a problem in the future.
I spent quite a bit of time talking Alpha Jin down from his rage and tried to help him see reason. I carefully explained that pre-cum and spontaneous ejaculations can happen when a faggot descends deeply into subspace. This is something new for straight Alphas to comprehend since they are accustomed to ejaculations equaling selfish pleasure. I had to reinforce with Alpha Jin that the faggot obeyed him, and that it was simply an accident.
Then I encouraged him to do this:
I think you should talk to it and apologize for overreacting. Tell it that you have never owned and used a faggot before, and some things are unfamiliar to you. Explain to the faggot that you understand why it accidentally came, and that you don’t blame it for the accident.
Have it kneel before you while you talk to it, and maybe stroke its hair like a dog. Make it feel safe.
That advice seemed to click with Alpha Jin. As he left for home today, he told me he was resolved to go back home (where the faggot spent the day cleaning the place and the soiled sheets) and reassure the faggot that everything is okay.
This will be a huge step given what is coming next – Alpha Jin plans to fuck his faggot this weekend! STAY TUNED!
Well trained faggots who have truly accepted their nature in the Hierarchy instinctively know to keep their hands off their pee-pee. There is only one cock that matters, and that’s the Alpha’s cock hammering away at their holes.
Notice this faggot. Legs in the air, pee-pee lying there untouched and ignored. Its sole focus is on the pleasure of the Alpha grinding on top of it. Providing him with a sensual, pleasurable experience. Opening itself wide to accept his Rut and his cum.
Everything is just as Nature intended. Hierarchy Is Truth!
Needless to say, Alpha Jin absolutely loved using his faggot roommate’s mouth for the first time, and he was eager to pump more cum down its throat. So the following day, he resolved to get more head from his faggot.
When the faggot returned to their apartment the following day, Alpha Jin calmly stated, “Time for a feeding, faggot.” However, the faggot ignored the command and went to its room.
Bad idea. Alpha Jin stormed into the faggot’s room, grabbed it by the arm, and pulled it into the living room. “Get on your knees!” barked Alpha Jin, and the faggot obeyed.
“This is what you are to do every time I tell you it’s feeding time, understand?” commanded Alpha Jin. The faggot nodded meekly. Then Alpha Jin proceeded to rape the faggot’s throat aggressively, just to emphasize the point.
And when it came time for Alpha Jin to blow his load, he made sure the faggot knew it needed to swallow his entire load. And sure enough, every last drop of his Alpha cum was swallowed by the faggot this time – not a drop wasted!
Still, Alpha Jin was frustrated. The faggot was constantly playing with its pee-pee while it was supposed to be focused on its Owner’s cock. As a Straight Alpha, this sight was completely disrespectful and bothersome.
So Alpha Jin asked me what to do about this problem, and I, of course, recommended a chastity cage. I even suggested that Alpha Jin buy a cage and then use it as a threat first, just to see if that would motivate the faggot to train itself. Alpha Jin was intrigued by this new idea.
But the faggot was less than thrilled. It came home to find Alpha Jin looking online for chastity cages. There was an “oh fuck” moment flashing through the faggot’s mind as it quickly realized that its life was about to change.
“Give me your credit card, faggot,” said Alpha Jin calmly, “I want to buy one of these for you.” With that, the faggot flew into a hissy fit, refused to obey, and locked itself in its room.
Mustering the kind of knowing patience only true Alphas can muster, Alpha Jin waited and continued to browse for options online. Then, after a while, he heard the faggot’s door open.
The faggot walked into the room and handed Alpha Jin its credit card. It will be caged by the end of the weekend.
I absolutely love having this website and this kind of reach because of one primary thing – I have been blessed to help so many straight Alphas discover the wonderful world of fag Ownership. Most straight Men do not realize the tremendous benefits that can come from owning faggots. They often dismiss the idea outright due to homophobia and general disgust at the idea.
But then they get worshiped by a faggot, and suddenly a new world of dominance and power materializes before them. They find out that there was a need they had inside of them all along that they never realized existed. And it was only through the use of faggots that such a need was finally fulfilled.
Seeing that realization in the lives of these straight Men thrills me endlessly. It’s why I do what I do.
My latest success story is a doozy. It happened during the final week of my latest (final?) Tumblr incarnation. I received a message from a straight Korean Alpha named Jin. He just recently started a new semester in college, and he has a new roommate named Chin. Alpha Jin noticed that Chin was tidy and constantly cleaning up after him, but never paid much attention to it.
Then one night Alpha Jin caught Chin reading my website. In his spare time, Alpha Jin looked over my website and began coming up with all sorts of questions. So he reached out to me for clarification.
His first message to me started off this way: “I think my new roommate is a faggot.” He then went on to describe the situation and the stuff he noticed from Lo that matched my descriptions.
“Yes, he’s a faggot, Sir,” was my swift reply.
So Alpha Jin was intrigued by this. He asked if this faggot could be used for chores and other menial tasks. “The faggot can be used for anything you need, Sir,” I said encouragingly.
“Well, I could use a place to dump my loads when there aren’t any girls available,” said Alpha Jin, testing the waters.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied assuringly, “that’s why faggots exist.”
Since Alpha Jin wasn’t completely convinced that his new roommate was a faggot, I proposed a test. When the roommate came home later that night, I wanted Alpha Jin to confront him about reading my site and ask him if he’s a faggot. So that’s exactly what he did. And sure enough, the faggot lowered him head and sheepishly admitted the truth.
“Come here and get on your knees,” said Alpha Jin immediately. And much to his shock, the faggot Chin did exactly that. So Alpha Jin pulled out his cock and fucked the faggot’s throat until he came!
And even though there were hiccups – for instance, the faggot didn’t swallow all of his load – Alpha Jin later remarked that “it was much better head than he ever got from girls” and he was thrilled that he owned a faggot cocksucker.
Then he asked a critical question: “So how long should I wait until I can use it again?”
I smiled, and replied, “Sir, you can use your faggot as much as you want … multiple times per day … faggots will suck your cock day and night and swallow every drop of cum you have to give.”
“Seriously?” asked Alpha Jin incredulously.
“Yes, Sir. Seriously.”
This has been a rapidly-developing story, and I will try to get the details hammered out quickly. The next episode is … wow.
The gorgeous Alpha in the picture above is Lord J (@cashkinglordj) on Twitter. He’s straight and British and quite dominant. He has that aloof, dispassionate air about him that drives faggots crazy.
I recently engaged in a conversation with him, and I asked him how he began to understand the purpose of faggots. He responded this way:
Christ, now there’s a long story that needs cutting down 😂
When I left college an old “friend” Instagram messaged me one night, he confessed to me his foot fetish and said that he had always admired mine during college and that he would love to worship them. I told him I couldn’t afford to travel to see him. This was a lie because quite honestly I had no interest in it, but we all have kinks, I didn’t want him to feel as though his was completely ridiculous so figured that was the easiest way to let him down.
With that, he offered me £200 to make a journey that only really needed a £10 petrol top-up in the tank. I went to his house and he worshipped my feet. Called me his god and said that he would do anything to please me. I chanced it and told him to get me more money. I said it half-jokingly because in my mind he’d already more than earned the privilege. But at that point, he sprung up and went to the cashpoint to get me a further £100. I’ve been obsessed with the power I felt that night ever since.
I searched for financial domination on twitter and it looked to be an almost entirely female-led market, but I did find a couple of cashmaster profiles and realized there was clearly a market for it so here we are.
Here’s the reality – straight Alphas are discovering a whole new world of power through the use of faggots. Findom has been a crucial engine behind this movement, as the lure of money pulls in Alphas for worship. But once they receive faggot worship, they suddenly realize that ANYTHING they want to take is theirs for the taking. That’s a heady realization.
Such is the nature of the Hierarchy. These Men deserve to be treated like gods. Many of them simply don’t know that’s possible through the Ownership of faggots. Alpha J knows, though, and so do many other straight Alphas!
This marvelous post was written by @smustangs2020 on Tumblr. I preserve it here for posterity.
I was talking to Sir yesterday about two very different types of anal orgasm he has given me and he told me to write about them so other fags can read about my experience. I’m curious to know if other fags and bottoms have similar experiences.
The first type of anal orgasm is what I think of as a true prostate orgasm. It builds slowly with steady massaging of the prostate and ultimately feels like a weaker, or at least more diffused, regular orgasm (like the pleasure is more spread out inside my body instead of being intensely focused on my dick). Being able to cum this way takes time and concentration for me. I have to steadily clench the muscles inside my pussy and around my prostate while a dick or toy slides past and pushes into my prostate to massage it. Eventually, I have a dry orgasm or sometimes I cum a little (I cum more the longer Sir works on my prostate). This is what I think most fags who’ve never had an anal orgasm are hoping to achieve since it allows you to squirt some cum. If I’m really diligent, I can make myself cum like this with a dildo or butt plug.
The second type of anal orgasm is what I call an assgasm. While a prostate orgasm takes concentration and time to build up, an assgasm is a sudden and completely involuntary response to being fucked hard at just the right angle. For a prostate orgasm, I have to clench all of my muscles around the prostate to feel pleasure. An assgasm happens when those same muscles involuntarily “push out” like they are trying to expel the invasion instead of clenching to pull inward. It sounds gross, but the muscles feel kind of the same way they do when I’m pushing as hard as I can to take a huge shit (I don’t know any other way to describe it), except deep in the middle of all that pushing is my prostate shooting waves of intense pleasure throughout the middle of my body. It happens when Sir is pounding directly into my prostate, hammering it relentlessly. It builds very quickly and causes me to suddenly lose complete control. Even when I empty my bladder completely before getting fucked, sometimes I end up pissing all over when this happens because I have no control over the muscles and can’t stop them from pushing out. Even though it sounds disgusting, it feels absolutely amazing and turns me into a total slut begging for more. This is what I think of when I read about fags being cunted because you completely lose control of your body and feel amazing in a way you’ve never felt before and cannot replicate on your own.
The first time Sir gave me an assgasm I was scared because I didn’t realize what was happening and I thought I was having a cramp in my bowels. I thought I was going to piss and shit all over the place. When the muscles began to relax (after several seconds), I immediately missed the feeling and knew I would do anything for Sir if he would give me that feeling again.
Over time, Sir has become an expert at knowing the exact angle to fuck me (either with his dick or a toy) to give me an intense assgasm. When I saw him yesterday, he used a toy I bought to give me SIX assgasms over about 30 minutes. It was the best “fuck” I’ve ever had and I’ve been clenching my plug against my prostate all day trying to recapture just a little bit of that amazing pleasure. I’m so lucky to have such an experienced master who knows how to give me the kind of pleasure I need as a fag!
How do I stop a faggot from falling in love with me?
First of all, it’s difficult to really assess your situation since you haven’t really told me what’s going on. Is this a faggot you are using sexually or otherwise? Is this a faggot friend who wants more than just friendship? Or are you just asking for any future encounters?
Let me just put out there first that faggots generally have trouble controlling their emotions when it comes to straight Men and Alphas. It’s perfectly understandable; we are talking about the world’s greatest Males, pinnacles of human evolution and the rulers of our Hierarchy. To a faggot, you are the personification of God.
The emotions involved with worship operate in the same region of the heart as those feelings of love. They share similar flushes of excitement, adoration, desire, yearning, and hope.
Hence why so many faggots end up falling in love with straight Men they either serve or wish to serve.
If you’re concerned about a faggot falling in love with you, then the most obvious first step would be to either not fuck the faggot, or stop fucking it if you already are.
You need to make sure you’re always honest and upfront with the faggot, and then follow through on what you’ve said with clear, unambiguous actions. For example, don’t tell the faggot you cannot love it, then buy it a teddy bear two weeks later.
Youll need to minimize contact with the faggot to service-oriented times. If your faggot is performing domestic duties for you, allow it to continue, but dismiss it after the task is completed. This retrains the faggot’s mind to focus on service and reminds the faggot that it is not your equal and not in a relationship with you.
If none of these things stabilize the faggot’s emotions, it will need to be dismissed. Keeping the faggot around is only going to exacerbate a volatile situation. The faggot needs a “cooling down” period to reorganize itself and correct problematic control over itself.
I hope this helps, Sir. Like I said, I’m kind of shooting in the dark without complete information. Thank you, Sir!
I get quite a few questions from faggots asking how to train their fag pussies to handle cock. It’s always a bit shocking to me that the obvious answer – the insertion of penis-like objects into the pussy – doesn’t seem to cross their minds. I was sticking things into my fag pussy about as soon as I figured out what it could do.
To go along with my standard answer of dildo training and work with a three-step buttplug, I’ve decided to include this post featuring the pussy training videos of hardcore Twitter Master @Dom8258. This Alpha is deadly serious about Ownership, having enslaved a gorgeous faggot years ago for some extreme torture and bondage.
One of the training devices he uses that caught my eye is an inflatable buttplug. Pretty clever! With the inflatable bulb, the size can be adjusted to almost any size needed to stretch the hole open.
So look at these videos, and maybe find yourself this peculiar and useful tool for your own training!
This question comes from an intriguing, very thoughtful Alpha that I’m just getting to know a bit better. I think you’ll understand my interest once you read his question.
He wrote:
I never understood – or understand – why a fag would want to be ab-used. I mean, I love to use them, make fun of them, disrespect them on a superficial level – that’s part of the role. But when it gets down to the core, to being human, I don’t get what’s in it for the fag.
There is this one fag I have known, met, and used on an irregular basis for years. What he really craves is a partner that looks after him, yet he is consistently looking for alphas to degrade him. To me, this seems self-destructive, but I’ve seen it in many fags, only this one is closer to me. He’s a nice guy but I’m not interested in much more than using him for sex.
So what is it that fags get out of the deepest humiliation that’s not purely sexual anymore, but touches their core? Are they too fed up with life as a human being, unable to cope? I’d love to understand.
Thank you, Sir!
As you mention, this is pretty common among faggots. I have a definite fetish for humiliation and degradation, although mine doesn’t run as fast or as deep as it does in others.
Anytime a person seeks out and returns to those who cause them harm physically or emotionally, it’s always due to something they believe of themselves. Deep down, this is what they know is the truth about themselves, or what they believe to be the truth.
A great example of this is that typical fat and/or ugly chick we’ve all known who sleeps around with any guy who will have her. She turns herself into a bar-closing punchline as she’s passed around like a community cumrag. Why does she do this? Why does she keep allowing Men to treat her this way? Because she knows she isn’t attractive enough (low self-esteem is a bad personality trait, too) to really find love, so she accepts the temporary solace of sexual contact and momentary passion.
It’s the same with faggots. I’ll be the first to admit that I am not equal to Men. I was not born with the gifts that Men have, the power and force of will they have, the killer instinct and the drive for dominance they have. I am a lesser male. An inferior male. A failed male. I think most faggots will relate to that.
But don’t pity me. I accept that about myself, obviously, and have instead found a way to assimilate those feelings into a framework that fits – the Hierarchy. It’s here that I find a sense of purpose that invigorates me. Men may use me, call me a faggot or a bitch or a loser, but that is because that is my purpose. I feel less shame because of it.
It’s that assimilation process that I believe explains why faggots get turned on by the use of the word “faggot,” Why it is such an important identifying word. When we absorb that identity down into our soul, it becomes the quiet mark we carry in our hearts. When a Man calls us a faggot, it is like he sees THE TRUE PERSON WE ARE, not the facade. And that feels liberating every time.
For faggots, these humiliations (or “abuses” as you call them) trigger the same type of reaction a heroin addict might receive when they get another hit. It’s pleasurable, comfortable, home. And, like drug addiction, we faggots go out a lot and find these humiliations in sometimes the darkest, dirtiest places. Also like drug addiction, this need and desire for humiliation and degradation will likely be a lifelong craving that no amount of love can fix.
I often hear faggots say they want to find true love and settle down. I never believe them. That’s because I know the howling void inside of them, a place where the whistling winds whisper reminders of their inferiority and their need to submit. The comforts of love are just rest stops on a dark, restless highway always beckoning them onward.
Down that road there are more feet to kiss, more whips, more slaps, more spit in the face, more urine, more humiliating profanities, and a lot more cum.
Faggots do not belong in the world of Men, to live lives like normal Men. When we try, it’s forever the wrong outfit for the wrong occasion. ill-fitting and uncomfortable.
Soon enough, we find our keys, start our car, and head out onto that nighttime highway once again.
Whenever I receive questions from Alphas, I like to highlight them. I just feel like their questions reveal the workings of the Alpha mind, and give us a perspective on topics of Alphahood that we might not ordinarily consider.
This one was posed to me in a private discussion with @bowatmyfeet, an Alpha I have covered before on the main site (most notably here featuring his perfect feet).
Sir asked the following:
Being a server I think is inherently a role more suited for fags, but do you think alphas can thrive in those kinds of settings? Meaning service-oriented jobs like a bartender, server, barber, customer service, etc. or something similar where your job is pretty directly to “take orders” from the customer, rather than a figurative boss?
My reply:
In my experience, Alphas tend to do very well in tip-based service jobs where their natural charisma and general flirtatiousness can lead to big money. Typically, though, such jobs exist for Alphas to make quick cash and network while they’re plotting the next big career advancement.
What do YOU think?
While we are on the subject of @bowatmyfeet, he shared with me a picture of his cock. I just have to show it off – it is so fucking beautiful. This is the kind of cock that I would put down my throat and just never stop sucking it!
While he was feeling generous, he also shared with me a picture of the ass he had fucked the previous night. He called it a beautiful ass, which I took to be a compliment since it looks A LOT like my own ass!
Thank you Sir for all of your wisdom and your Supreme Alpha power!!
I knew Simon was in trouble last night. I had just finished a discussion with Alpha John, the straight Alpha who now owns Simon. Alpha John was seeking reassurance from me following his monumental Rut from the previous night that appeared to leave Simon shaken and speechless (read here).
Once Alpha John realized that his Rut – once of the fundamental power tools in the arsenal of an Alpha – is something he deserves to express fully and is something Simon needs, he was ready to get back and REALLY FUCK Simon. “I’m really going to let him have it all,” said Alpha John at the close of our conversation.
I knew Simon was dead meat.
Once again, I awoke today to new messages from both of them. They both sounded amazed by what happened the previous night. Alpha John went home and mounted poor Simon with unbridled lust.
And in the midst of Alpha John’s furious Rut, there was a “pop” inside Simon’s pussy. John felt his thrusting cock puncture something inside his faggot. His eyes, trained on Simon’s face, watched as Simon’s eyes rolled back into his head and he went temporarily limp. Simon later said he “blacked out” for a second. Alpha John kept going and finally bred Simon – Alphas don’t stop in the middle of a Rut – but it was clear to both that something unique and incredible had happened.
Alpha John punctured Simon’s second ring!
The human rectum is built with two rings of powerful muscle tissue. The outer ring (at the anus) is composed of voluntary muscle tissue that is under our control. But several inches inside the rectum is a second ring of muscle tissue that is involuntary and designed to automatically control the flow out of the body.
The feeling of a Man puncturing through that second ring of muscle is profound for a faggot; it’s like a gunshot to the soul. It also feels incredible for the Man, as this involuntary muscle group grips his cock with every thrust.
Today, Simon breathlessly described the event, noting how Alpha John’s cock noticeably grew bigger and stiffer once he punctured that second ring. “Is this normal?” asked Simon. That is the perfect question because really there is nothing “normal” about straight Alphas. They are Gods instead of Men.
Simon’s pussy is now constantly “twitching” (his words) and craving to be filled with Alpha John’s cock and seed. And Alpha John’s cock spends every day rock-hard and eager to fuck Simon’s tight fag pussy more thoroughly than the day before.
This is the result of a Supreme Alpha fully realizing and embracing his Alphahood, and a faggot offering himself to that Alpha so that he might be a God. It’s the Hierarchy.
Simon’s second ring was a sacrifice to his god, Alpha John. The effects will live on forever.
This incredible post was written by Sir Titus, known as @alphaexploits on Tumblr. I consider it to be essential reading for all Alphas.
There are two main schools of thought regarding Alphahood: development and destruction. Each Alpha naturally gravitates to one of those two paradigms. Personally, I tend to try and develop my subs/fags, and while there can be some overlap, that’s the style of Alphahood that feels natural to me. There’s a lot that comes with being an Alpha. There’s the obvious perks (sex, service, adoration), but there’s also the added responsibility when you’re a developer. When someone submits to you, they are trusting that you will help them grow and improve. They are trusting that you will not take advantage of them beyond comfortable limits. And sometimes, they are trusting that you will be there no matter what. Last night, I was my fag’s terra firma.
I was horny; couldn’t sleep. Cody, my current fag, conveniently lives in an apartment down the hall from me. I texted him three simple words: “I need head.” Ten minutes went by without a response. This was out of character for him because he would always message me back, even if he was busy, to let me know his availability. I texted him again and waited. Five minutes later, he messaged me back to say he would be over in 10 minutes. I realized that this would be 30 mins later than what I originally wanted, but it was better than nothing. When he knocked on my door, I opened it and could see that his eyes were red and puffy. He came in, went to my living room, and dropped to his knees as he has been trained without addressing something out of the norm. I walked to him, stood him up, and brought him to the couch to sit beside me, asking him what was going on. He said he didn’t want to bother me with anything and was sorry he had made me wait so long. I put my hand to the said of his face and held it there, stroking his cheek with my thumb. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”, I asked him. As horny as I had been, all that went away when I saw how bothered he was. Cody belongs to me, and I don’t like seeing my claims in harm. He pressed his head into my hand and began to cry. He had received a phone call from his half-sister that their father had had a heart attack and was in the hospital. She didn’t have any information for him other than that, but wanted him to know. Cody had never spoken to me about his family before, but when I pulled him close to me, he opened up and collapsed onto my chest with complete exhalation.
Cody grew up in Nevada. When he turned 16, his father rented him a cheap motel room and an even cheaper hooker in an attempt to set his son on the “straight” and narrow path. He hoped that if Cody fucked her, he wouldn’t turn out to be a “fucking faggot”. But he knew the truth, Cody said. He had always known the truth. Cody’s dad went back to the motel room the next morning to pick up his son. The hooker was leaving as his dad came in. Her parting words were that she that she was keeping the money despite Cody never get hard enough to fuck her. As the door slammed on her way out, his father’s fist slamming into the side of Cody’s face. It wasn’t the first time his father beat him. I wasn’t the last. Two years later, Cody joined the military. He got out of Nevada. He got away from his father. He thought he would never have to go back. Cody would have considered himself completely cut off from that old life if it wasn’t for his half-sister. They were close, but when they talked, they would never discuss their father. They only talked about their jobs, music, or guys they were seeing. He felt bad for leaving her, but she understood. It helped that not only did she live with her mother and not with their father, but also that it was her idea for him to enlist. The military took Cody away from Nevada, around the world, and now it had brought him to me.
As we talked, he admitted that he felt ashamed and angry, not because he was crying, but because of whom he was crying for. Tears for a man who had beaten him emotionally and physically for years, had never accepted him, and had never shown him any attention or kindness. For a man who was missing out on an opportunity to know someone loyal, committed, and caring. As I listened to Cody, I felt rage surge inside me. Cody is a faggot, but he’s my faggot. No child deserves growing up with that sort of a parent. I could see why Cody gravitated towards strong men; his search for a true father-figure. I wondered if this rooted desire was common among fags and subs. Something to explore for another time. Last night was not the time to probe his psyche. It was time to just listen. And so I listened. Once the pent up cacophony in his well ran dry, I led him to the bedroom, we stripped the remainder of our clothes, and we got in bed together. We spooned and I held him close. I could feel as his body tried to relax, but then it would tremble from the emotional tempest within. I pulled him to me, hoping he would find comfort in my arms. With every exhale, his spasms of emotional dissonance became less intense than the previous surge until I felt him finally fall asleep.
Being an Alpha isn’t about only about being a Dom in the bedroom. Sometimes, it’s about being the person others look to when they are incapable of tending to themselves. Sometimes, it’s about being the dam when life tries to flood the fields that others tend. And sometimes, it’s about being the constant for a scared faggot who just needed to be held and made to feel safe. It’s about being their terra firma.
This is a masterpiece, easily one of the best essays ever written on this site regarding Alpha rulership and responsibility.
@alphaexploits is one of the most purely dominant Alpha animals I’ve ever met, which I’ve found striking given his intellect. It’s that duality in him that makes me crumble in awe, much the way @natural-hung-bull or @straightalphamike have always brought me to my emotional knees in wonder. The way @alpha-john makes Simon feel.
The greatest Alphas transcend the sexual roles of Dominant and submissive and touch the very heart that beats at the center of the Hierarchy. They become more than a Dominant Man – they become God. They become the great mountain where inferiors can find safety and comfort.
Sir Titus, @alphaexploits, is that great mountain, that God. Thank you, Master, for reminding us why.
love lifting a fag up when i’m in my RUT. makes them feel so submissive and inferior. makes it clear that i’m the ALPHA. i am your superior! understood fag?
Is there anything a guy should watch out for or be aware of before fucking around with fags?
I think any Man looking for a faggot to own and/or use should avoid club or heavy-partying faggots. I think they should avoid faggots who are heavily into degradation or nasty behaviors.
Why? Because these types of faggots tend to have drug problems, serious personality problems, and are involved in high-risk sexual behaviors that would needlessly encroach or endanger a Man’s life.
Also, I think a Man should dismiss a faggot immediately if it doesn’t follow through with the first instructions it is given. If a faggot isn’t going to follow orders or show up for the first service assignment, then that shows a lack of seriousness and promises a lot of headaches in the future.
The whole point of owning and using faggots is to MAKE LIFE EASIER, not harder. So be on the lookout for QUALITY faggots, ones who have their act together and who are serious about service.
For the faggot: a Man’s cock is entering its hole, opening it up, preparing it for rutting and breeding. Everything it once believed of itself as a Man – or even a male – is gone forever now. Its hole is a pussy, and it’s purpose is only to please the cock and the Man to whom it belongs.
For the Alpha: That’s a boy pussy. It’s not a female bent over and submitting this time. It is instead a male – or, rather, a former male – bent over and taking his cock. Beyond this point, the Alpha becomes more than simply a Superior Man, breeder of women. He becomes a GOD, BREEDER OF ALL.
God Biaggi and one of his typically dominant Ruts. His big Alpha Bull balls are so breathtakingly beautiful that they should be one of the great natural wonders of the world.
I wish there was a way I could be of service to Cody Christian. He looks like he could use someone to prepare his high protein, carb and antioxidant meals. Someone to rub out his sore muscles. Someone to sniff (I mean wash) his sweaty gym clothes. Someone to wash him down like a prized statue in the shower. Someone to suck his dick to help him relax after a hard day. Someone to take his fat dick to help him get it all out. Someone to hold and cuddle and play with like a beloved doggy companion.
Reading up on all those alphas has officially made my wrist and boy pussy hole sore How can they be that real All the guys around me are fat dumb and stupid I’m such a fucking faggot
It’s awesome, isn’t it?? I’m always so grateful to know these great Men and be able to serve them!! No finer privilege for a faggot!
Rides, meals, rides for my friends… a couple online fags do my homework sometimes when I’m too busy. In addition to tributing me of course. The number 1 way for me to appreciate a faggot is if they tribute me their hard earned cash. A faggot that realizes that their money is my money is a successful faggot.
Haven’t gotten the opportunity to use a fag for household chores just yet but now that I’m back at school at my apartment that should change soon.
Oh gosh … I’m almost afraid to say this … but I feel like I might thank him.
I know how horrible that sounds. But honestly, I learned so much about myself from that experience. I discovered a strength inside of me that I didn’t understand before that rape, and only came to appreciate it years afterward.
I still feel a little bad about my reaction when he called me a couple of years later. I wasn’t yet ready to process it with him then. I would’ve done things differently if I could.
I just hope he has found peace with it … if it bothers him at all.
The day I’ve waited for has finally come and I couldn’t be happier! Master Studbudjock decided to collar me and surprised me with this incredible weighty token I can wear every day to show His claim on me, His property, even to work!
I’m embarrassed He spent His hard earned money on His faggot but am eternally grateful for this gift and will spend the rest of my life repaying Him with impeccable service and loyalty.
Master, my mind, body and soul are yours to use and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I wear the symbol of your ownership with pride and will strive every day to be the best faggot you’ve ever owned. Thank you so much.
LOOK AT THIS!!
Isn’t this such a beautiful sight?!? There is NOTHING quite like being collared by an Alpha and marked for all to see as his property! It is the wedding ring for a faggot!
I am so proud of @butlerboi27, and elated to see this dream come true for him! I get so many questions from faggots who feel sad or despondent or lost – look here, brothers! If you work hard and surrender yourself to the Will Of Men, great things can happen for you!
What are the chances of a faggot finding an alpha who’s a virgin?
Well, if you’re a 16 or 17-year-old faggot, the chances are pretty decent, at least as far as fucking faggots is concerned. But beyond that, the chances are slim-to-none.
Three weeks ago Alpha John was a straight Alpha who had never even considered owning and using a faggot sexually.
And now that he understands what it means to be worshiped and served like a god by a faggot he owns, his entire world view has changed. He got rid of his lazy girlfriend and moved his faggot into his home instead. And he’s finally learning about his own Rut and the power of it.
Now that he knows this power, he wants to wield it properly, which is why he said that quote above. And that is not only inspirational, but it’s also HOT AS HELL!
“Wow. It’s great to find real Alphas also. I have talked to Men online and served virtually with a few, but that’s nothing at all like the real thing.”
I would love to be a frat house’ resident faggot. To have a new batch of hot young sexy alpha males to serve every few years. To be an outlet for all their aggression and a tool for them to bond over.
That would be quite an assignment! Of course, as Frat Fag discovered, just servicing ONE frat Alpha was more than enough!
Who’s your favorite online Dom that you tribute? Why this one?
Two of my favorite online Alphas are here on Tumblr – @straightalphamike and @natural-hung-bull. I’ve developed a deep relationship with these two Alphas as we produced content on this subject side-by-side on Tumblr for years. I have shared things with these great Men that transcend mere tributes.
Most of the Alphas online beyond Tumblr tend to be straight Alphas I’ve met and come to know.
Besides Simon, what sub are you most interested in lately? What are they doing that is special or unique, worthy of note?
Many of my connections with the faggots I was tracking were severed when Tumblr destroyed my original blog. I continue to keep in touch with Karl (click here) and I have been trying to get back in touch with a couple of others, like my Asian faggot friend who apparently got married (yes, it’s driving me crazy that I can’t get hold of him). Faggots are really bad about touching base.
Is love as beautiful as they say it is in movies and music?
Oh, I don’t know. I’ve only experienced anything close to real love when I met Baby Boy, but that was fuzed through incredible tribulation. But it has been so deeply inspiring that I have been writing songs about him/us. So yeah.
So as you may remember, straight Alpha John surprised his new faggot Simon with a new car (and shocking my readership in the process), and then he had Simon move in with him. This caused a problem with Alpha John’s (former) girlfriend, who was then promptly dismissed. Why would a Supreme Alpha require a bitchy, lazy girlfriend when he had a full-service faggot utterly worshiping him day and night like a god?
Simon was initially nervous about this situation because he felt like a homewrecker. That quickly dissipated once Alpha John allowed Simon to sleep with him in his bed. Faggots understand the symbolism inherent in an Alpha allowing it to sleep beside him; females expect it, but for a faggot, such a privilege is like being invited into heaven by God.
Simon was literally in heaven emotionally by this point, and he turned up his submissiveness even more over the next day or two (how that’s even possible, I don’t know … the fag is incredible).
Then yesterday afternoon, Simon told me how he planned to really spoil his Alpha. He planned to make a nice meal, run a nice bath in order to make him comfortable for a relaxing evening. “Maybe I’ll even get a load from him,” said Simon innocently.
My reply: “You definitely will.”
Well, Simon definitely got a load last night. In fact, he received two loads from Alpha John last night. The first load Alpha John pumped into Simon’s stomach following a luxurious bathing by his attentive servant.
But it’s the second load I want to highlight. You see, Simon was cunted again last night by his first true experience with something I call The Straight Alpha Rut.
I first came up with the concept of “The Rut” years ago to describe what I experienced during my time as a faggot serving straight Alphas. In time, I applied it generally to all Men, but in terms of a pure Rut, straight Alphas do it like no other animal on the planet.
Simon found that out last night, as Alpha John literally pounded Simon into complete submission for twenty minutes, culminating in a cataclysmic orgasm deep in Simon’s fag pussy. Afterwards, Simon noticed that he had involuntarily ejaculated from the sheer power of Alpha John’s straight Rut.
Simon was quiet afterwards, and even the following morning as Alpha John drove his faggot to the university. Sweetly, Alpha John expressed a concern that he had hurt or upset Simon by his Beast-Mode raping of Simon’s pussy. Similarly, Simon was struggling to put into words what had happened. He sounded dazed, like a New Yorker stumbling from the wreckage of the World Trade towers.
I had to explain to both of them that Simon was dealing with a form of SHOCK. When a faggot first encounters a Straight Alpha Rut, it’s like being fucked up the ass by a freight train. Or having the full-force of a Category Five hurricane bearing down. It is an overwhelming experience.
To ease Alpha John’s concern, I had this talk with him today:
“You what it (Simon’s dazed behavior) is, actually? It’s his submission, triggered by your Rut. I don’t know if Men truly understand that their Rut is part of how they keep women and faggots in line and submissive. The Rut forces them to acknowledge your ultimate power over them.”
“I am starting to understand this,” replied Alpha John.
“Yes, Master. It’s a power you were born with,” I said encouragingly.
“You can fuck a faggot good and hard and they really love it. It is just fine to fuck faggots like this,” replied Alpha John in amazement.
“Absolutely, Master. There really is no ceiling. In fact, the rougher and more aggressive you are – the more you let go and unleash yourself – the more attached and submissive your faggot will be,” I said, finally.
This is something I firmly believe in regards to the Straight Alpha Rut – it’s a straight Man’s natural assertion of his dominance over the inferiors (females and faggots) who service him. In turn, that powerful Rut forces the recipient into a submissive mindset that is difficult to shake once it’s been established.
Aside from procreation, this is where straight Alpha have an evolutionary advantage over gay Alphas. Straight Alphas have a more natural desire to DISPASSIONATELY BREED and SUBDUE. And it is this drive, this killer instinct, that makes their Rut so unique in the entire animal kingdom.
I am so grateful that Simon got to experience The Straight Alpha Rut for himself! For a faggot, there is no greater sense of fulfillment. Surviving it is like coming out of a furiously-violent thunderstorm; everything is drenched and disheveled, but the light is a bit more golden and the air is fresh and clean.
You stumble back out into that world dazed, yet serene.
Congratulations Simon! And thank you to Alpha John for your great power!
Why would a straight man buy his fag a brand new car?
Um, because he’s an INCREDIBLE ALPHA MALE!
I asked Alpha John about this, and he wrote the following:
Just because I am straight does not make me an ass. I have a lot of respect for people. I would never take advantage of someone. It is a code I have lived by. I like building people up around me not putting them down.
So there you have it. There’s nothing weird or unseemly going on. Simon has surrendered his soul in service to Alpha John, and like any Man would care for a beloved dog or a prized possession, Alpha John is responding favorably to the worship.
It’s what the Hierarchy is meant to be in its purest form.
What’s the t with Simon? Are they gonna kiss and cuddle and sleep in the same bed? Co sign a lease/mortgage? Go on vacations? Make babies (that last one I a joke)? I’m legitimately interested in the arrangement. Short term and long term
Simon is two weeks into serving a STRAIGHT ALPHA. They have an Alpha/faggot service arrangement right now. Let’s hold off on marriage plans at this point, okay?
Except girls are built to take dick and tend the hearth. And their soft gentle bodies are just awesome.
Then why are faggots known to take dick better than girls? And I don’t know if you’re living in Walnut Grove circa 1885, but females don’t “tend the hearth” anymore. Faggots do.
Simon dresses like he wants to be beat up or gay bashed or some shit like that
Do you even understand what a godawful piece of revolting shit you are? Everybody, please take a look at some of these outfits Simon has displayed on his Tumblr:
Simon is a beautiful and stylish young male. He doesn’t necessarily dress “gay” or offensively. I wish I had one-tenth of his style and taste. He is a clean-cut and empowered young kid who happens to be a faggot and also my little brother.
Do shitheads like you even think before you say these horrible things? If you did, you’d REJOICE that young gays in some parts of the world have the freedom to express themselves and their individuality in 2019. THERE ARE OLDER GAY PEOPLE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES AND LIVED IN SHAME JUST DECADES AGO so that the younger generations could live a better and more fulfilling life.
Simon is one of the most beautiful souls on this godforsaken site. Or anywhere on this planet. He is brave and uncompromising, and his literally-impossible dream is coming true RIGHT NOW. The universe is smiling upon him because of his purity and goodness.
He doesn’t deserve to have your darkness encroaching anywhere in his life.
It’s too bad that you have none of his bravery. Come out from behind your anonymity, asswipe. Simon’s Alpha is now on here and he would probably PULVERIZE YOU if you did. And after he’s done, I will gleefully light your remains on fire.
Any advice for my first time fucking a fag. All I know is that I’ll be watching lesbian porn to stay nice and hard. And distract from the fact I’m fucking a dude’s shitter.
Sir, can I just suggest this: don’t fuck a faggot. Nobody is forcing you to fuck a faggot, right?? So if it bothers you THIS MUCH, then simply don’t do it.
This paranoia about fucking a “shitter” is silly. If a faggot cleans itself out, there is no shit involved. Then, it isn’t a shitter anymore – it’s a hole. A hole to fuck IF YOU WANT TO.
It’s always stunning to me when straight guys fly into a childish gagging hissy fit whenever they think about fucking a guy’s “shitter,” but then they are the first ones in line to stick something up a female’s “shitter.” They’re functionally the exact same thing.
NEWS FLASH: Female shit doesn’t come out like odorless rabbit pellets wrapped in pink bows. Females SHIT just like Men SHIT. It’s all the same thing, SIR.
So grow up, okay? Make up your mind if you can handle this like a rational human being, or if you need to stop fantasizing about this and go back to fucking females.
What’s the end game for a faggot life? No kids or grand kids it seems. No drive to succeed so no successful career followed by a successful retirement. Is a fag really gonna be tying shoelaces and scrubbing floors at age 80.
You no idea what you are talking about. I am a faggot, and I’m not unsuccessful. Do you realize that there incredibly wealthy and successful business leaders who are total faggots?
Is being a faggot a typical life? Not at all. Does it need to be a “failed life” full of emptiness and poverty? NOT. AT. ALL.
How do I tell my alpha i want to terminate our relationship because I’m having mental problems and would like some time to myself?
I’m sorry you’re struggling, brother. There is nothing easy about serving Alphas, so when life gets to difficult to handle, there’s simply no way to serve properly and stay sane.
I don’t know if your Alpha is a Man in whom you can confide and trust, but if so I wonder if you can talk to him about your issues. Alphas are generally level-headed and rational, and he might be able to offer solutions.
Otherwise, you’re just going to have to explain your needs to him and ask him for a leave of absence. Assure him it isn’t his fault, and that you’d like to return to serve him more (and better) once you’re well.
Any reasonable and descent Alpha will look favorably on that!
I got turned on by reading your humiliating description of your fag body. You sound cute. Tiny arms but big ass I’m guessing? Try CrossFit style squats and see how that works out. Squat down low and slow but not all the way, then come up slowly half way like sitting in a chair. Hold then go back down slow but not all the way. Going down all the way gives you a spring up when you come up so you don’t work all your muscles. Then stand up and repeat. Then do split squats. Then weighted versions
Hahahaha thank you Sir! 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈
I KNEW I shouldn’t have said anything! Your description of me is dead-on, Sir. Baby Boy is always giving me trouble about my “big white American ass” and comparing it to the ass on Jennifer Lopez. My uncomfortable writhing gives him endless amounts of amusement. I really hope he doesn’t read this, actually.
Thank you for the excercise tips, Sir! What I really need to do is recruit one of my muscle friends to motivate me more.
There isn’t really much of a difference. “Boy” might have a somewhat more affectionate ring to it, and might indicate something about how an Alpha feels about his servant. But both terms are forms of degradation and diminishment appropriate to the circumstances.
The humiliation side of me adores it, honestly. It’s one of those fag duties that is deeply shameful and degrading, being treated like an object rather than a human.
On the other hand, I have a hard time shutting down my brain during these times, and my self-awareness is too heightened for me to absolutely let go.
What do you think goes through the mind of a man during a rut?
While I have never experienced a Rut from a Man’s perspective, those I’ve talked to say that their minds go blank during the Rut. Their bodies go into automatic overdrive, involuntarily pushing forward toward the goal of breeding.
The blankness of their minds probably explains why many Ruts are so violent and rough for the recipient; most Men don’t realize what they’re actually doing in that moment.
Maybe some of my Alpha readers can chime in with their experiences and perspectives.
Are regular straight men beta males or sub-alphas?
I really favor the idea of a “sub-Alpha” class. I’ve definitely encountered (and know) of straight Men who are absolutely not Alpha, but are also not beta (or submissive). In a broader sense, “beta” simply means ANY male who is not Alpha. But there is definitely a sliver of the beta class who are not submissive enough to warrant the full moniker.
I might mull this over a little bit and see if there’s a suitable name for this class. Thanks for the excellent question!
What is it with straight boys/men and cars? You seem to know a lot about the straights. So I was wondering if you had some insight.
Men in general love cars. Ever seen a car with its hood up? Guys will congregate around it immediately and stare into it like they are going to help fix something. I’m not sure it’s sexuality-based. It’s just the nature of Men and their mechanically-oriented brains.
What are your thoughts on foreskin and circumspection?
Each has their advantages, so I don’t have a preference. A cock is a cock. The foreskin on an uncircumcised cock provides more possibilities for stimulation, but it also requires a bit more work when sucking it.
Religion is to blame for much of the misery in the world. Last july, i met this cute Indonesian guy who is extremely miserable because he is a gay in a muslim majority country i tell ya it was incredibly painful to hear his story made me count my blessings a thousand times, we have our fair share of problems here but at least i don’t fear for my life because I’m a man who likes other men. I sure hope the progress we’ve made isn’t undone by four more years of pissfuck.
I agree with you completely. Honestly, the 4+ years working on this site has completely exposed me to the oceans of heartbreak felt by my gay Muslim brothers and sisters. It is sometimes overwhelming. It was especially difficult in the spring/summer of 2017 when I was desperately spending days and nights for months searching for a way to save Baby Boy from Syria. I came across so many young gay males trapped in sometimes awful circumstances … they haunt me even now, and probably always will.
Great, now I’m crying again.
I couldn’t save them all. I just barely managed to save one, my angel. Sadly, I’m just one little person who isn’t rich or well-connected. I swear to you that, had I the money at that time, they would’ve all been rescued. Maybe someday I will have the money to rescue them and give them someplace safe to live. In the meantime, I just send up my hopes to the universe to look after these innocent ones who are trapped or persecuted by the religions of this world. My heart bleeds for them.
I’m so sorry about this Indonesian gay guy. I hope you were able to comfort him, and maybe even give him a taste of the forbidden fruit he so desperately craves. I know that sounds a bit obscene, but these are real needs that humans have.
And every human on Earth deserves a chance to experience love and affection and sexuality on their own terms.
