The title of this post is a direct reference to an old saying that goes something like this:
“If you love something set it free. If it comes back it’s yours. If not, it was never meant to be.”
Great change is coming to the Kingdom of Master Nick, and, as always, he’s handling it the way any great Protector Alpha would.
First of all, Chin – Master Nick’s first faggot – will be changing schools at the end of this semester and moving to Montreal for more school. This works out well, because Chin’s first Master, Jin, lives near the school.
So Master Nick and Master Jin conferred over a long phone conversation. Of primary interest for Master Nick was the continued development of Chin as a faggot. Like Master Nick, Master Jin is a big believer in chastity for faggot control and training. It was decided between them that Chin would remain in chastity under Master Jin’s watchful eye.
And so Master Nick gave his blessing on the move. Chin will be moving to Montreal in the coming months and staying with Master Jin as his live-in faggot once more! (side note: Master Jin currently has a girlfriend, but he has assured me that he doesn’t think owning Chin will interfere with that relationship.
Just focus on this point: Master Nick lovingly took Chin into his Kingdom after Master Matt failed, and made Chin one of his most valued possessions. And now he is setting Chin free so that he might grow and develop under Master Jin’s focused training. That is the quality of a true Protector Alpha!
But there is more, and it’s sensitive.
One of the four faggots owned by Master Nick is going through some difficult emotional turmoil right now. I’m not going to mention their name or discuss the problem in specifics due to its sensitive nature. But I will say that the issue is very complex and difficult to handle.
I discreetly asked a couple of Alphas (including California Alpha) how they might handle it, and they said they would dismiss the faggot until it managed to get through its issues.
BUT NOT MASTER NICK! Once he understood the depth and complexity of the issue his faggot was handling, he pledged to take his faggot to see a specialist this week, and vowed to stand by his faggot as he solves these issues!
Words cannot properly convey my profound pride, gratitude, and AWE I feel when considering the actions of Master Nick this weekend. THIS is the standard by which all other Alphas shall be judged.
Our greatest Men stand up in moments of our greatest trouble. They defend the defenseless, console the broken, and vanquish the wicked. They often do these tremendous things without even fully understanding or relating to the core issue. They simply act for the sake of righteousness.
That’s Master Nick. He is a straight Alpha who may not fully understand all of the issues facing his faggots or why they do what they do. All he knows is that he owns them – they are his property – and he will defend them and support them with his very last breath.
If you’re ever looking for proof of God on Earth, look nowhere else except at Master Nick. His strength, power, and goodness will never be supplanted, and is forever.
Flaming queers are a cancer in the gay community. Their self-absorption is boundless, their need for attention more desperate than a box of newborn puppies. They get the attention they crave because they sculpt tight little bodies and spend countless hours tanning and plucking and moisturizing.
But beyond the airbrushed artifice, they are empty, vacuous spaces howling with self-delusion. They are such voids of humanity that they have their own event horizons. These kinds of plastic faggots make me sick.
Just look at this “hot take” on the current racial unrest in the United States from one of these plastic princesses:
GO TO HELL, FAG BOYS! YOU ARE A STAIN ON TRUE PROGRESS!
America is being ripped apart, and it is the fault of one person – Donald Trump. He’s being assisted by the GOP of course, but ultimately his narcissism, criminality, and racism are entirely to blame.
Now we have found a perfect storm. A global pandemic he can’t spin in the media, coupled with the choking murder of an unarmed black Man named George Floyd, have finally opened the floodgates of the simmering hate for the barely-developed bowel movement occupying the White House.
I’m glad to see it. Ever wonder what it was like during the French Revolution when the oppressed took it upon themselves to bash down the castle doors and chop off the heads of their leaders? It may have looked and felt something like this:
In my neverending quest to bring the truth of the Hierarchy to the mainstream, I am constantly attempting new and different avenues of messaging.
One of the main visions I have for this is video, of course. The whole world runs on video, specifically tiny bite-sized nuggets of video information. Micro-blogging apps like Twitter and Snapchat make these types of videos wildly shareable.
Hence this new series of shorts, the Hierarchy Video Series.
The first one above deals with one of the most controversial aspects of Hierarchical reality, namely, the use of faggots as slaves and the use of the derogatory term “faggot” to describe them.
It is my hope that this can help clear the air on the use of the term.
NOTE: The video lasted on Twitter for less than five minutes before the entire account @fworshipalphas was deleted at 5,000 followers. More militant gays and their repressive mindsets!
Hi I’m a DL faggot that pretends to like chicks and has a girlfriend. I just come to this realization recently after sucking a good 10 big white cocks through a homemade gloryhole. I just can’t stop thinking about cock now. I’m always looking for men to suck anonymously. I want to suck without the hole but at this moment I’m kind of scared. Are there any thoughts or ideas you can help me with? Please!
Brother,
First of all, congrats on setting up your own gloryhole! That’s a big step, and many great cocksuckers work behind walls just like you!
My first bit of advice: stop pretending to be straight. You’re deceiving these females who are undoubtably dreaming of the house and white picket fence and the 2.5 kids with you. Free them, and free yourself.
I see nothing wrong with gloryhole service, but I’ve always favored regular cocksucking because the personal interaction helps me better serve his needs.
First and foremost, keep in mind that most Men who use faggot cocksuckers want things on the DL. They aren’t wanting a lot of attention on their activities. So you have very little risk of exposure by coming out from behind the wall.
But the main benefit of taking the next step happens inside you. You become more personally invested in serving the needs of your Men. That’s a huge and important part of your personal development.
I think you’ll know when the right time has arrived to ditch the barriers in your service. Just know I’m proud of you for these brave first steps!
This slave is learning how to deep throat. Although it still has problems with the gag reflex, it has found several helpful tips with that problem. Its current problem is with breathing. Obviously, air will not pass when a Cock is in its throat. When the Cock is pulled out of the throat, but still in the slave’s mouth, this slave is able to take air into it’s lungs, but can’t seem to ever exhale. The upshot is that this slave’s lungs fill to capacity and then it can no longer breath. It then panics and ruins the experience for the Alpha. Do you have any advice?
Brother,
I thought I sent an answer to this question already, but I think it’s similar to one I recently answered.
First of all, practice makes perfect, right? Much of breathing control comes from practice and thoughtful use of the throat. With practice, you will develop a rhythm to your sucking that will allow for breathing.
I liken it to swimming. When we first start to swim, we constantly think we are going to drown because our face is underwater so much. But eventually we learn WHEN to take breaths, and that makes all the difference.
But also keep in mind – you don’t have to have a Man’s dick down your throat constantly in order to please him. Switch it up. Come off the dick and spend time licking and slobbering all over it (and catching your breath at the same time). The variety of sensations are very pleasing to Men as well.
The Alpha above is Ashton Barnes. He’s a 21-year-old model (duh) and DJ. He’s also a cash Master who has been quietly raping faggots for two years.
When he was first approached by a faggot two years ago, he was confused by the offer but accepted the faggot’s $50 tribute anyway. Since then, Master Ashton has received $250,000 in fag cash as a tribute to his obvious Alphahood!
But now he hungers for more faggot cash pussy!
Tribute to your gods! You can find him on Twitter @HandsomeAlpha and on OnlyFans!
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Fag Josiah really set us up beautifully, We were at a very exclusive resort on a private island in the Caribbean. Josiah had arranged for a villa for us right on the beach – the waves lapping up against our doorstep, practically. Each morning I awoke with Josiah’s hot lips around my cock and to long, languorous blow jobs. In the afternoons, I didn’t as much fuck Josiah as we made love, in the traditional sense. In the evenings, Josiah encouraged me to pick up women at the resort bar. And I did, a different super hot twenty-something each night. And then I would fuck their brains out while Josiah watched and jerked off. And when I was done, Josiah would go down on the chick and suck my cum out of their twats. Josiah said he loved the difference between the taste of my pure cum in the morning and the taste of my cum mixed with a woman’s cunt juices in the evening. Always knew that Josiah was a connoisseur..
And the women! The first night was Jennifer. (again, not her real name). The next night, unknown to me, was Jennifer’s sister Jane. Both were super hot daughters of a billionaire hedge fund manager. The third night was Abigail – who was on her fucking honeymoon. (Of course, I couldn’t resist. The following afternoon, I fucked the brains out of Abigail’s groom. Got their marriage off to a rocking start. And, as luck would have it, they live in the same city I live in, so we’re all (me especially) looking forward to repeats.)
So, it was a farewell weekend symbolic of our relationship – Josiah’s and mine – full of sex and adventure. Hopefully I sent the fag off to China with memories that will last for months. I will journey to Shanghai in three months to remind Josiah of his fag duties. Flight reservations already have been made. And yesterday I drove Josiah to the airport. And I gave the fag a long kiss goodbye at the security gate. Not necessarily the “Alpha” thing to do. But I’m gonna miss the fag.
Sir, i’m a fag in indianapolis, scotty uecrckt (at) yahoo. Could i send a tribute Your way? i love Your blog, i’m so glad i found it this morning. i really appreciate Men like You for doing what You do for us fags.
pup, It is good that you find my blog enlightening and that it reinforces your sense of your fag self. it is my intent in this blog to educate both Alphas and fags and also to learn from them.
I do not accept tribute from fags with whom i do not have a personal relationship. An appropriate tribute to me would be for you to reblog pictures and writings from my blog that particularly resonate with you.
thanks for your modern attitude. no matter how accepted homosexuality gets in society and politics, hetero males are still gonna be superior to, and worthy of the service of, us faggots. it is my nature to be available for service and for abuse. i accept myself and my purpose. i accept your humiliations and i’m grateful to be of use to any straight man. it’s disheartening that so many heteros pretend to be respectful of guys like me. i’d rather be spit on. and then well skull-fucked. thank you.Anonymous
Anonymous gets it both right and wrong in his message. he is right, of course that he should be available for service to and use by Superior Men. But he does not go far enough in this respect. It is good that he “accepts” that this is his role in life. But, he needs to understand that such service, use and submission is the very purpose of his life. This is what gives his life meaning and substance.
I think that anonymous misses the point about growing societal acceptance of homosexuality. This has nothing to do with his being a fag. fags operate on an entirely different plane. The proof of this: a fag like anonymous must not only serve and accept humiliations (for a true fag, they are not really “humiliations” as much as they are “validation”) from straight men, but also from Alpha homosexuals.
Being spit on is a natural consequence of his being a fag. But anonymous will have to earn a skull fucking.
I know a lot of my readers love extreme BDSM Masters who like to cause pain and fear for their faggots (and some of my readers are, of course, such Masters). I’ve never gotten deeply into BDSM because the scene feels forced to me. But maybe that’s the point.
But I recently came across a BDSM Master named @claude_xxx on Twitter. He runs a fetish site and OnlyFans account with a sizable following.
This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
The title of this post is a bit misleading. Master Kyle, the godly Apex Alpha son of Sir Rob, has barely been quarantined during the recent pandemic scouring the globe. He’s been breaking the quarantine rules daily while going next door to breed his slutty neighbor and cucking her husband (more on that later).
Of course, silly little global pandemics mean nothing to a 17-year-old GOD with the dominant sex drive of several football teams combined. So as Canada began easing restrictions on their pandemic response, Master Kyle came out of hiding in a BIG WAY!
Here is the story:
It should be noted that this faggot, named Timmy, was the very first faggot Kyle claimed after his father introduced him to the use of faggots.
I asked Master Kyle about the special kiss on the head. He explained that he feels some special affection for Timmy the fag since it was his first. SO SWEET! Seriously … Master Kyle is a dream Alpha!! I am blessed just to know him!
Anyway, enough fan-girling! On with the story … so immediately after visiting Timmy, Master Kyle went to his second faggot’s house:
THIS IS HOW TO SHOW A MAN RESPECT!
MASTER KYLE IS GOD!
I considered calling this post “Master Kyle’s Legacy Tour” because he basically spent the day traveling around his town and hitting his favorite venues!
But what about the neighbors?
It sounds like we might have an announcement soon on whether or not Master Kyle has impregnated his neighbor!
INCREDIBLE!
Even better, Master Kyle stepped up his control over the husband he cucked.
Master Kyle is unspeakably powerful! The confidence he radiates could power a small industrialized nation!
AND HE ISN’T EVEN 18 YEARS OLD YET!
When I sit down to pee with my chastity cage on, I think about this GOD MAN in Canada for whom I wear it. It is my way of honoring true Men like him.
That, and chronicling his glorious and blessed life here, too!
You know, I’ve been around the BDSM world in one form or another for a long time now, and I’ve seen or experienced a lot of weird shit. Obviously there is no limit to the imaginations of human beings.
But BDSM involving food?
That video above contains certifiably insane behavior involving a dominatrix whipping eggplants and shit like that.
Who is this for? How can any of this improve or stimulate anyone?
I haven’t been subtle about my frustrations with findom. So many guys are putting up fake profiles or put on fake personas in order to get some of the easy fag cash swirling around the scene. Most of the time these guys are not Alphas, and ultimately not worthy of such rich tributes.
But every so often a true Alpha shows up and turns everyone’s head. I’ve featured a few here before, and they have gone on to be very successful in the scene.
But now the scene has a new figure who is quickly making waves. And with good reason – he’s an Apex Alpha so undeniably perfect in every way that one is forced to accept his rule as one of the Kings of the Earth!
His name is Angel Mateus. He goes by the name @Angelmateus15 on Twitter. He has an OnlyFans temple of worship at onlyfans.com/eldiablodemateus.
Gaze in wonder at this perfection, then get to tributing to him!
I was directed to your site by Max Potter, a fiction writer on Nifty (nifty.org). You say that you find Alpha Men at gyms, etc. How do you identify them? Are there visual traits? Just their attitude?
Yes, I love Master Potter (I always say it with my Alan Rickman impersonation). He has a large following of faggots who are either fans of his or slaves.
Yeah, there isn’t anything that physically defines an Alpha. I have always defined it as “confidence.” It’s a quality that you see in their eye contact, the way they address people. It manifests in their body language.
A few days ago I received a beautiful little message on Snapchat from an Irish faggot named Conor. He said this:
Hey. Fellow faggot here. I just wanted to thank you for all you do. Seriously your writing helped me come to terms with being a faggot at a time when I was trying to repress and I was living with my homophobic parents. Your website and tumblr encouraged me to accept myself and to put myself out there and serve as a faggot. I’m currently quarantined with my Gorgeous Alpha of six months and I was so happy this morning after he cunted me I was almost crying. So after while I was making Him breakfast in bed I just decided to thank as many people as I could who have helped me realize I was a faggot. So thank you so much faggot Sam. Thank you for all that you do in educating both faggots and sometimes even Alphas (my Master wasn’t worried about locking my useless appendage until I converted him by showing him some of your posts on the topic!). I’m currently 18 and who knows how long it would’ve taken for me to accept my faggotry without you. In conclusion, Thank you for everything!
Well, I couldn’t let that go unnoticed, so I started a lovely conversation with my brother. And what I discovered was a story about a boy struggling against the truth about himself, and his ultimate triumph in finding a natural-born Alpha named Master Alex to worship.
Here is his story:
I really remember that one of the first times I realized I was gay was when I was about 12 in the changing rooms after PE. Being around all those sweaty half naked guys made my flap hard. But because it was a conservative catholic all boys school I decided to do my best to repress it.
And so eventually I sorta moved my way into a friend group and when I was 14ish I met a girl through that group. She became my girlfriend. I really really liked her as a person and so I thought I could just be with her and concentrate on getting hard whenever she wanted to do something sexual.
This is almost identical to my own story, as I’ve said in the past. It’s pretty typical for faggots to attempt some sort of “normal” life, typically resulting in failure.
It kinda worked for a bit. At least when she would give me a blowjob I could pretend it was a man. But the first time she wanted to do full on vaginal penetration I just couldn’t stay hard. I was so fucking embarrassed. I kept trying to get my flap up for like 15 min and it was some of the worst most awkward 15min of my life. Broke up with her literally 2 days after that.
Again, pretty typical stuff.
I should mention that at this point I was forcing myself to watch straight porn except on weekends when I would allow myself some fag porn. I was just so self hating you wouldn’t believe.
Anyway after that break up I’d kinda proven at least to the other lads in my friend group that I wasn’t a faggot (since they were casually homophobic and I would join in). And I kinda just told them that there wasn’t a whole lot of girls that were as good as she was and managed to get away with not dating for a while.
Ah, yes. The dating ruse in order to throw straight homophobes off the scent!
But we can’t escape or hide from ourselves …
Anyway I think that it was around this time that I found an unopened dildo in the upstairs of my granny’s house (where my uncle and aunt were living at the time) in my aunts attic space. For a 15 year old self-hating fag I just couldn’t resist it and stole it taking it home by hiding it between my ass cheeks on the car ride home! God I was such a little faggot! It was such a great dildo. It was one of those super realistic one with veins and it was 6 inches (I measured!). On top of that it vibrated. The first time I fucked myself with that dildo whole watching fag porn I kinda knew there was no going back.
After enjoying the dildo for a number of months after I got back from a school tour one day I was horrified to see that the place I’d left it was gone! My dad had thrown it away! It was one of the most humiliating things ever to happen to me. He gave me this fucking god awful talk about how he knew I was just confused and that he knew that I wouldn’t disappoint our family by continuing down that “life path” as he called it.
So in order to make me more of “a Man” he told me that I was gonna sign up for our local rugby club. I fucking hated it at first since I’d never been a fan of sports. But I came to love the sports mainly thanks to my teammates. They were the first guys I could truly call my friends. The best thing was that there was already an openly gay guy on the team and they were totally accepting! I mean they gave him shit about sucking cock and liking it up the ass but you could tell it was all in good humor. He also had to turn around when everyone was getting changed and having showers! This might sound mean but the guys took it as a laugh and you could tell they genuinely liked and supported each other no matter what.
For a young faggot, this kind of support from straight Males is literally like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. You feel like you’re on top of the world.
When I was 16 I came out to them and they made me feel so accepted. At 16 I was also super getting into tumblr and that when I discovered a number of blogs discussing faggots and alphas and masters. Your blog was one of the first ones I found. I loved how long and detailed you went into every aspect of faggotry. It was such a useful tool for educating myself.
It was then that I finally totally accepted what deep down I’d known all along: I was, and am, a faggot.
Believe me, I am humbled beyond words whenever I hear things like this from people, whether they are faggots or Alphas. It’s the whole point of this website and my work.
I was spending as much time as possible away from my parents house at this point, sleeping over at friends etc. I also signed up to Grindr and started fully hooking up with guys. I took my first real Man’s cock up the ass a week or too after my 17 th birthday. I was a real slutty fag that first year! But it wasn’t really fulfilling getting filled with all that meaningless cock.
My little brother Conor learned this lesson much earlier and faster than I did! My slutty period lasted much longer!
Luckily my savior was right around the corner. Last summer before I started college I met Him. My mate from rugby introduced us cos he knew we were both gay. He was his cousin. 22 years old a fellow rugby player. I’m gonna call Him Master Alex cos I don’t wanna use his real name without permission. We went out for coffee in early November and it escalated from there. We hit it off immediately. We made each other laugh. We like the same shows and music. He had black hair and the most sexy blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He was a sexy muscular hunk. I was and am in love. I remember being so nervous thinking “please don’t be a bottom, please don’t be a bottom”! You wouldn’t believe the relief when he said he was a “total top”!
The first time we fucked. I knew it wouldn’t be the last as cliched as that me be to say. It was true. I remember afterwards him ordering me to make him some food and bringing it down to him like a good little fagwife and feeling so at peace. I just wanted to do his laundry, iron his clothes do anything to serve him. And I did and continue to do so.
Incredible triumph!! It just goes to show that being brave and honest with oneself can lead to a dream moment in life! But it gets better:
Anyway, though I know money should never be a factor when choosing a man to serve as a faggot, I’m lucky to say that Master Alex co owns a plumbing business with his brothers and Dad(who is absolutely lovely btw!) and so he has an apartment all to himself. I moved in just after Christmas. I collected my basic necessities from my parents house and I was free.
I know at some point I’m going to have to go back and deal with my parents. But for now lemme just say I’m glad there’s a quarantine. And another thing the whole quarantine made me so nervous because I was worried we weren’t gonna be able cope being stuck inside with each other all the time so suddenly but it’s genuinely been one of the best experiences of my life once I learned how best to serve him and to just do whatever he orders me to to please him.
It’s such an inspirational story, isn’t it?
After digging down further, I discovered that Master Alex is truly a Supreme Alpha of the best kind – the kind who knows it without needing to flaunt it.
Yes, more or less. (Master Alex) firmly believes that all relationships have a sub and a dom to some degree. He just took charge from day 1. Well at least day 2 definitely. Our second date was going to the cinema and he asked me what movie I wanted to see and I told him Ford vs Ferrari and he basically said “you can watch that another time. We’re gonna watch the Irishman.”
Pure Alphas like Master Alex deserve an adorable, devoted faggot like Conor (yes, I’ve seen a picture)! It’s PERFECT!
Stories like this one reinforce the absolute truth of Hierarchy. Our souls cry out for our proper place within it, and finally finding it leads to unbelievable peace!
I am so grateful to my sweet little brother Conor for sharing his true story of courage, honesty, and victory! It’s a journey I’ve shared in my own life, and I wish it for all of my faggot brothers out there!
Here is legendary straight Alpha @NYC_Alpha dominating a faggot with a fellow Alpha. Together they’ve cash raped what looks to be several hundred dollars from the fag, and now have it on a leash on the floor under their feet.
And then NYC_Alpha offers his brother the leash. “You wanna play with it?”
These are powerful Men who view the world and the people in it as playthings to either profit from or enjoy. It’s scary how confident they are of their place in it.
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My fag Josiah has been asked by his company to take on a special project. Apparently this is a huge feather in his cap and if it works out should put his career advancement on overdrive. The hitch: Josiah has to relocate to Shanghai and will be there for at least two years – possibly longer.
He begged me (literally) to go with him, but I declined for the obvious reasons (the fag follows the Alpha around, not vice-verse). Also, I have my own job and career to attend to. I did promise to visit him in Shanghai (or Hong Kong if he can get away) every three months or so.
Now I wish that I had started chastity training on Josiah rather than on fag Rich. I’d like to put Josiah in chastity as a reminder of what he really is while he’s off in China being a big deal in the world of international commerce. But three months of unsupervised chastity for starters is really too risky. So I’ve put together a collection of butt plugs that Josiah will use at my email or Skype direction.
Josiah is keeping the apartment here for my use while he is gone. And he and I are taking a long weekend (starting tomorrow) at some remote island in the Caribbean. Josiah thinks it is to say our good byes. My feeling is that the weekend is for the purpose of reinforcing in his mind what he is and what his role in life is.
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Now that it is clear that his Harvards will not make the Final Four (they were blown out of the tournament in Round Two, but the bitch did have at least one night of hope after the Crimson made it through Round One) and it is clear that he will not be released from chastity for the Final Four, fag Rich is finally confronting the possibility of perpetual chastity and is starting to get with the program I have in mind for him.
he certainly is not bitching about being in chastity anymore and I am sensing a hole that is a lot more welcoming to my cock than previously. I think we finally are on the way to transforming that hole into the cunt that it was intended to be, and rendering that mini-dick into an appendage whose primary purpose is to be played with and tortured.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young Apex Alpha, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank the anonymous Alpha writer for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
I told fag Rich that I would let him out of chastity if his alma mater Harvard made the Final Four. Well, the Crimson outsmarted and outplayed the New Mexico Lobos last night and Rich is beside himself with joy (and anticipation). Rich has gotten us courtside seats for the Final Four and the bitch will be insufferable if – by some miracle – his team lasts that long. I am going to add a butt plug to his “appliances” to intensify the tournament for him. Also, it’s time for the fag to start focusing on his hole.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young Apex Alpha, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank the anonymous Alpha writer for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
About a week or so after he moved in, Mike invited his bf and fb Kai to move in and share his bedroom..Mike had been fucking Kai regularly since the first day of freshman year and they were roommates sophomore year. I imagine there was a whole lotta fuckin’ going on in Room 302 in the dorms. Kai was on the baseball team too – sort of a second string pitcher. He was a decent looking guy, kinda tall for an Asian-American, with a pitcher’s body – firm, slender, wiry, with good upper body.
So, in abut three weeks we had converted Bill’s little suburban paradise to a jock frat house with live-in servant. Bill was taking to this nicely. Not only was he doing the laundry and our beds were made up with fresh sheets daily and fresh towels were laid out in our bathrooms every day. Bill did all the cooking (Bill bought all the food and never asked for reimbursement from us). And he was keeping the place clean (or as clean as possible with four horny jocks living there, fucking each other everywhere and bringing both guys and chicks over for sex-drenched parties. And, of course, Bill took jock loads daily. Best part; I didn’t have to tell Bill to do any of this. he just knew what a fag’s responsibilities were and he assumed them. the bitch obviously was thrilled to have so much raw male sexuality hanging around his house.
But I did have to lay down the law as to Bill’s presence. First, I wanted him here whenever any of us needed him, and so I told Bill he had to arrange his work hours to make himself available at the house in case any of us needed him. Fortunately, Bill owned his own business (a sporting goods store in town) and so he could arrange his schedule to suit our needs. Most importantly, I had to teach Bill about not being in the way – essentially to go to his closet when he wasn’t doing something for any of us. Bill needed to learn that his closet was where he was to be stored when not in use. This took some doing since Bill thought that what was in it for him was the opportunity to observe and possibly join n the jock-fun. It took some disciplining, beatings, ball torture, and ultimately some mind-fucking for Bill to understand the concept of storage. But eventually, he caught on. Bill was a good fag.
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Things fell into place as Casa Bill quickly. Without even prompting from me. Bill started to do our laundry. Mike was something of an exhibitionist (and with a body like that, why not) and would shuck off his clothes upon entering the house (sometimes even in the yard), leaving a string of his clothing on the floor as he made his way through the place to his bedroom or the pool or the TV room. Bill would follow in his wake, picking up his stuff and taking it to the laundry room (and I suspect grabbing a sniff or two of Mike’s sweaty, cum-stained jock). We would find our laundry clean and ironed and neatly folded and put away.
Maybe Bill did the laundry in order to encourage Mike to go naked. Bill would simply stare at the boy-god for hours as Mike watch TV, played Wii. or heaven forbid, studied. (Mike had a fag on campus who attended classes for him and did his assignments, and on occasion took tests for him, so he easily maintained eligibility.)
Bill also started cooking our meals – no easy feat, since Mike must have eaten maybe 30,000 calories a day ( an exaggeration, but not by much). Bill always had something tempting to eat.
Bill complained to me that with Mike using his car to get to campus, he (Bill) was having a tough time getting into town to work. I told Bill that was not my problem and that he was smart enough to find a solution on his own. So Bill bought Mike a new Toyota. I told Bill that that car was not suitable for a Man like Mike. Bill agreed, and so Bill kept the Toyota and Mike kept the BMW.
After a couple weeks Bill was riding my cock pretty regularly, and Mike was fucking Bill’s ass once or twice a day to boot. That’s when I brought this guy Kyle, who was on the swim team home. I told Bill that Kyle would be taking the third bedroom.
“That’s my room,” Bill said.
“Not anymore.”
“Where am I going to sleep,” Bill asked. “How about I move back into your room with you?”
I simply stared at him, giving the bitch one of those you’ve-got-to-be-kidding looks. We walked through the house until I spotted the front hall closet. “Empty this out and put your stuff in there,” I ordered. “This is where you live now.”
The closet wasn’t big enough for Bill even to lay down a mattress and eventually, we went to Costco and got him one of those doggie beds for him to curl up in.
And that closet became the place where we stored Bill when he was not in use for the rest of the time that we lived there. It took some mind-fucking to get Bill to understand that the closet was his storage space, but in the end, Bill knew where he stood.
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Bill and I left Starbucks and I followed him home. His place was about 10-15 minutes off campus, on a couple acres of wooded land – which proved to be convenient. The house was a three bedroom ranch house, with a nice in-ground pool in the back. The pool was surrounded by a really nice patio. And there was a pool house with a toilet, shower and kitchen behind the pool, backing up to the woods.
Bill showed me through the house: the living room, the kitchen, the little gym in the basement, and all three bedrooms (each with their own bath) until finally, the Master bedroom, which was huge, with large sliding glass doors opening to the pool deck and the pool.
“This will do just fine for me,” I said.
“This is my room,” Bill responded.
I just stared at him. He squirmed uncomfortably for a minute of so and then said, “of course, I want you to be comfortable here, Jake.”
I said nothing, because, of course, I was going to have what I wanted and he needed to learn that. I walked down the hall to the smallest of the three bedrooms (and conveniently, the farthest from mine) and said, “clean out your closet and move your stuff into here.” And portentously (although Bill did not at that time catch my drift), “that will work for now.”
The next day, I ran into my buddy Mike at the gym at the athletic center. Mike plays center field. Mike is about 6’4″, maybe 240 lbs of solid muscle. While I am firm and wiry, Mike looks like an anatomy text book – every muscle defined. Mike is fucking unreal. Mike also is gay, a total top (although he loves to suck my dick and for me to fuck him up the ass). And Mike is kinky as they come. I told Mike about my new living arrangement and suggested he come out to take a look and see if it would work for him.
Bill just about creamed his pants when he first saw Mike, since Mike was dressed in a pair of shorts that were maybe two sizes too small, his thighs threatening to burst the seams of his shorts and his junk on display. Mike was wearing a sleeveless Under Armour tee short that looked like it had been painted on. And sandals. (Mike has really beautiful feet, and we later learned that Bill was a foot man of the first order.) Bill followed us as I showed Mike around the place as if I owned it. Bill’s eyes never left Mike and to say that he was aroused is an understatement.
I explained (didn’t ask) that Mike was looking around to see if the place would be suitable for him to live in. While Mike was inspecting the house and pool, Bill said to me that he wasn’t going to pay Mike $200 a month to live here. “No problem,” I agreed. “But Mike will need transportation to campus, so he’ll need to use your Beamer..” Bill just gulped, but to his credit, said nothing. The bitch was learning fast.
Mike declared the second bedroom suitable, and I told Bill to drive Mike back to the dorm to pick up his stuff. Bill readily agreed.
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fag rich has been in chastity for several weeks now and is making slow progress (if any) in his training. he persists in the delusion that his sexuality is about his little dick, and will not accept (indeed, I think he is resisting) the idea that his holes are the center of his sexuality. I told fag rich yesterday that it looks like he will be in chastity for a loonnng time.
In any event, fag rich came though on his promise of tickets for the Final Four. He texted me this afternoon to tell me he had good courtside seats. (fag rich has some connection somewhere. He is always able to get seats that are impossible for anyone else to get.) the bitch pleaded to be taken out of chastity as a reward for getting the tickets. When that plea fell on deaf ears, he said he wanted to charter a jet to fly to Atlanta for the tournament. That way he would not have to go through airport security. I told him to book flights on a commercial airline, me in first class and him in coach.
Then I relented (who says I don’t have a heart) and told him that if his alma mater (Harvard) makes the Final Four I’ll take him out of chastity. Fuck! If Harvard makes the Sweet Sixteen, I’ll take the bitch out of chastity for the rest of the tournament. Guess I’m getting soft.
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By the end of my sophomore year at college I had about reached my limits on dormitory living, even though I had moved into the “Jock Dorm” with all the “privileges” and “benefits” that that was supposed to have provided. Fortunately, only football and basketball players HAD to live in the jock dorm. Those of us who played so-called “lesser” sports (like baseball – gimme a break) did not have to live in the jock dorm. (Professor Fag’s place was out because I also was fucking Mrs. Professor Fag regularly and even though each of them knew I was doing the other, it just would have been too awkward; not to mention exhausting and demanding – they both were such needy bitches.)
So a couple of months before the end of the school year I started looking for a place to live off campus. I checked out an on-line ad (Craigs List, I think) of this guy who was offering to rent out a room in his house close to campus. We met at a Starbucks and I could tell immediately that the dude was a total fag. (The dude was totally staring at the crotch of my shorts as I made my way slowly across Starbucks to where he was sitting.) We chatted up and he quickly (too quickly, really) offered to take me in. After all the arrangements were made, I finally said, “You know, we haven’t talked about how much.” He (the fag’s name was Bill) thought for a while and said, “how about $150 a month? How does that sound?”
“Well, no,” I said. “I was thinking that you should be paying me at least $200 a month.” Bill stared at me, saying nothing, his mouth quivering, but no sounds emerging. After about a minute or so of that, I stood up and started to walk away. “I guess you’re not interested,” I said.
“Oh, no,” Bill quickly recovered. “$200 a month will be fine.”
“And, you’ll want to wash my car once a week” I piled on.
“Yes, of course.” Bill was licking his lips – literally.
I moved in that afternoon. By the end of the week, I had invited a couple of my buddies on the baseball team to move in too. Bill didn’t know it yet, but his life was about to be amazingly transformed.
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My readers know that I just love to fuck, and fucking women is among my high priorities. Some women really, really know how to use their cunts to satisfy a man,and sex with a woman can be very, very satisfying. But my readers also know that I can draw real lines between fucking with women and fucking with men. For example, women give third rate (at best) blow jobs and I won’t even look for a BJ from a woman. Just not worth the effort or time expended. Male cocksuckers are sooooooo much better. .And as I’ve pointed out before, when you try to dominate or control or humiliate or degrade a woman you get all screwed up with gender politics. It’s just not worth the trouble.
Add to that list, gifts from women. Don’t get me wring. I firmly believe that an Alpha Male is entitled to take anything he wants from his fag. That includes taking his last pair of shoes – cleaning him out if necessary. But gifts from women are of a different nature. I have been “seeing” (that includes social evenings followed by incredible fucking) a woman. I think in the olden days they were called “socialites” – women of prominent and wealthy husbands with too much money and time on their hands. In any event the bitch gave me as a gift, a very expensive watch – I mean expensive in the $20,000 to $30,000 range. And yes, it keeps time. But the moment I slipped it on my wrist (taking off the $10,000 Rolex that had been given to me by fag Josiah) the bitch wanted my thanks and praise for her good(!) taste. “Don’t you think it looks great?” “You need to wear that all the time.” “Now every time you check the time you’ll think if me.” (9 times out of 10 I check the time on my cell phone. Watches are an anachronism.) The next morning, as I left her bed, with her sleeping in it, her eyes covered by a sleep mask, I left the watch on her night stand. Haven’t seen her since and won’t take her calls or return her texts.
This underscores the difference between not only gifts, but also sex with women and men. When you fuck a woman it is like she’s doing you a big favor. When a woman gives you a gift she expects gratitude and it is always with emotional (and sometimes physical) strings attached. Women just don’t understand. But fags do. When a Man fucks a fag, or humiliates him in public or degrades him, the fag is grateful. He understands that by doing so, you are giving his life purpose and meaning. When a Man accepts a gift from a fag, or demands something, the fag looks at this as a validation – of his place (no matter how inferior) in the Male’s life. The fag properly sees the gift as flowing from the Man to the fag, not the other way around.
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In two words: “Not much.”
Fag Rich has not gotten with the program. It’s been only a couple of days and the bitch is complaining that he is horny. I explained to Rich that that is the whole purpose of putting him in chastity – for him to understand that his horniness is of no consequence and that eventually he needs to learn that his life is not about satisfying his horniness, but rather it is about him satisfying mine. Ultimately, his horniness will be transferred from his cock to his hole. Once that happens, he will be pleased to know that he will be able to satisfy his horniness by satisfying mine.
He says that he resents having to sit to pee. I reminded him that only real men stand when they piss. He needs to get used to it, because even when the chastity device comes off – if it ever comes off – he will sit to piss.
In desperation, he complained about the metal cock cage and asked if he could have one of those all plastic ones. I said hygiene was difficult if not impossible with the all plastic ones and that I didn’t want a fag hanging around who smelled like a sewer. He said that he traveled a lot for work and the metal cage would give him trouble at airport security. I said; “How is that my problem?” Fag Rich is only beginning to get the picture.
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My fag Rich is starting to become troublesome. This is part of the reason, as I explained below, I like to deal with one fag at a time. My main fag, Josiah, is easy. He’s compliant, content with his station in life, anxious to please, yet he understands that he needs to stay out of the way and let me live my life. Josiah understands that his purpose for living is to serve real men, and he is gratified beyond belief that I have given him that opportunity to find purpose and meaning in his life.
fag Rich, on the other hand, thinks he’s one of the guys. Saturday night Rich wanted to go to this hot club downtown, where he always gets past the doorman. We’ve gone there once before, and like that time, Rich and I picked up a couple of girls and took them back to Rich’s place. Once again, Rich was unable to completely satisfy the lady and I had to follow through with his chick after satisfying my own lady. Not only do I resent having to finish up for him, but i find his attitude disrespectful.
Rich needs to understand that he is not my friend or buddy or even my wingman; that he is my fag. That his purpose is to serve me. I am not here to help him pick up ladies – and I def am not here to finish up with the ladies for him. The problem is that Rich still thinks of himself as a sexual being. And so I have decided to put the bitch in chastity until he learns that his primary sex organ is his asshole (and sometimes his throat) and not his little dick. My sense is that Rich is a slow learner and is likely to be in chastity for a while.
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There’s this guy at work, David. He’s a year older than me, graduated Penn State a year before I graduated college. He’s been at the job one year more than me. David and I are the two youngest guys in the office. When I started work the boss introduced me to David. He told David to show me around and make sure I know what’s up. By that, I’m sure the boss meant to show me where the Xerox machine and men’s room were and how to draw supplies from the supply closet. David took it to mean that he was to be my boss of sorts, and he soon became overbearing, wanting to edit and approve my work before I sent it on to my real boss – that kind of stuff. I firmly and gently, but quickly, disabused David of that delusion and a kind of uneasy truce has existed between us ever since. We are the two youngest guys in the office, and in that sense we hang together and help each other out. But David knows that he most def is NOT my supervisor in any sense of the word.
Well, a couple months ago, I’m sitting in the bar at a hotel not far from the office, waiting for this girl I’m supposed to hook up with. Who walks in but David and his girlfriend and they sit at a table next to mine. David introduces me to his girlfriend, Jasmyn, and asks me what’s up. I tell him that I am in the process of being stood up. “The bitch just texted me and said her aunt suddenly came in from out of town. Can you believe it!! I haven’t been stood up by a girl since 7th grade.” We had a good laugh at that. Well, David and Jasmyn did; I was still a little hurt.. We made small talk while we each finished our drinks. Jasmyn flirted some, I suppose to make me feel better about having been stood up. I flirted back. When it was time to order another round. I begged off, saying I thought I’d go somewhere for a bite to eat. Jasmyn spoke up: “Our place is close by. Why don’t you come home with us and I’ll throw together a salad or something?” David looked only slightly surprised, but the three of us headed off. I picked up the bar tab with one of the Josiah-paid credit cards.
We get to their place and David immediately heads to the kitchen to mix another round of drinks,, Jasmyn sits me on the two seater couch in the living room and plops down next to me, and picks up on the flirting, but more intense. She’s groping my genitals through my trousers, and by the time David emerges from the kitchen with the drinks, Jasmyn has my shirt off and she’s nursing on my nipples while her hand in in the waistband of my pants, fondling my genitals, which are, as usual, readily accessible since i don’t wear underwear. Strange. David says nothing, but he sits down in a chair across the room and watches the action.
And the pace of the action picks up considerably. Within minutes, Jasmyn has me undressed and I’ve helped the lady slip off her dress. Jasmyn too, is not wearing underwear (can women go “commando”?) and i am eating out Jasmyn’s pussy. After a good 15-20 minutes of that, Jasmyn and I are fucking like rabbits on the couch. David has put down his drink, pulled out his cock and is jerking off like a school boy. Jasmyn has two orgasms. On the second of these, I unload with a 4 day supply of cum. Jasmyn is in ecstasy. David had shot about three loads into his hand and eaten them (although it was difficult for me to keep count of David’s activities, the lady commanding the vast bulk of my attention).
After the sex, Jasmyn get off the couch and still naked, goes into the kitchen to make some dinner. It is awkward as hell to try to make small talk with David, so I walk into the kitchen, naked as well, and take Jasmyn from behind while she’s at the sink, washing vegetables. David is standing in the doorway, still dressed, but with his fly undone and his cock and balls hanging out, jerking off while I am fucking his girlfriend’s ass and fingering her pussy. Jasmyn has her third orgasm of the night.
Well, a salad finally gets thrown together, and the three of us sit down to eat (David dressed, Jasmyn and I still naked}. After dinner, I dress, peck the lady on the cheek and excuse myself.
Since that evening, David and I have had an uneasy truce at the office. We never mentions that evening again, except periodically, David invites me over to dinner with them. I always decline. David complains that Jasmyn will not have sex with him anymore. I tell him to be patient, she’s a good woman and a hell of a sexpot. She’s as horny as a toad and she’ll come around..
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Less is more, they say, but sometimes less is too much. Often a bit of clothing, carefully thought out, is far sexier than going naked. And often far more revealing as well: the hint of public hair above a low slung swimsuit (or sometimes, even more interesting, the hint of shaved pubes); the garment tailored to cling, to outline, and to accentuate what is covered. A few examples below.
I love dressing to impress. My dick gets hard when some chick – or guy – catches her or his breath when I walk into a room and they notice that I am, er, “noticeable.”
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Josiah, my current fag, in whose luxury apartment I currently am living asked me yesterday what i thought about the idea of his providing me with a weekly tribute of a set amount. Josiah didn’t propose an amount. He said – and I believe it – that he would pay any amount that I thought appropriate. The problem is that I don’t think any amount for a fixed, weekly tribute is appropriate.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not above bleeding a fag financially. I’m not above bleeding a fag into bankruptcy. And I don’t think bankruptcy is an imminent problem for Josiah and I’m certainly not above taking things from him. He’s really a generous soul. He’s already “graciously” given me the master bedroom and has redecorated the apartment to my liking. He sent me and my girlfriend Taylor to Paris on a first class weekend trip. He’s given me a ridiculously expensive Rolex watch and expensive clothes, gym memberships and the like. He’s upgraded my Boxter (a gift of my fag while I was in high school, Walter) to a 9-11 turbo. I have an American Express Black Card and a Visa Signature card, both essentially with unlimited spending authority, that are in my name but billed directly to Josiah.
My problem with the weekly tribute of a fixed amount is that that takes the fag off the hook. He gets the idea in his head that that is all he needs to do to keep me happy. A fag should never be that “at ease.” He should always be wondering if he is doing enough, if there is anything else (or more) he might do. A fag should always be in fear that he is not pleasing me enough, that he cannot please me enough. This goes not only to the quality of the blow job, but also to the sufficiency of the tribute.
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I met this dude at a Starbucks several months ago. I stop into this particular Starbucks several times a week on my way to work and I noticed after a while that the dude was always there, sitting at a table that gave him a pretty good view of the entire place, sucking on a latte. And I also noticed that the bitch was cruising me pretty intensely.
Good looking bitch – late 20s, early 30s, had definitely seen a goodly amount of productive gym time.
So, i did what any red-blooded man would do when a fag shows interest; I kinda slowed down when passing his table on my way out. After several such encounters the fag finally made his move – attempting conversation. “Looking good today” he said, nodding his approval at my jeans and tee shirt. “Yeah,” I grunted and continued on my way. The third or forth such encounter I stopped. “You wanna suck my dick?” I asked. He was silent for a long time – 15, maybe 20 seconds. I almost thought I had misread him. Then he nodded his head up and down. “Say it,’ I commanded. “Yes Sir,” He responded. “Yes Sir, what?” I insisted. “Yes Sir, i want to suck your dick.”
I nodded in the direction of the toilet. “Mens Room?” “My place is close by, if You have time Sir” he responded. Well, I ALWAYS have time for a blow job, so we went to the fag’s place and what started as a simple blow job became an intense skull fucking with me holding both sides of the dude’s head and power driving his throat. The fag was gagging and choking, throat slime everywhere. but he kept at it like a true champ and I rewarded him with a three day load. I was impressed by the sheer volume of cum that the fag got out of me. He lay there, exhausted and panting for air as I buttoned up my jeans and prepared to leave.
“Dude, that was awesome.” he said. I stopped in my tracks. “What?” I said. And I turned around, took a couple of steps toward where he still lay on the floor and hauled off and kicked him in the side of his head. “A fag always says ‘Thank You’ after he’s been favored with a man’s load.” I instructed, and I walked out if his apartment.
Next morning, I stopped by Starbucks on my way to work. The fag was there at his same table, sucking on his latte. The whole side of his head was black and blue where I had kicked him. “Thank you Sir,” he muttered as I strode by his table with my coffee.
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After a couple of sessions at Professor fag’s house, I became aware that he was not living alone in that house – that in fact a woman was living in that house. So I asked: “where’s your wife, fag?” It was a lucky guess. He acknowledged that he was married and that his wife was away on a business trip.
A few days later, I met Mrs. Professor fag, although I didn’t know at the time that the lady was his wife. I was in the college finance office inquiring about how my athletic scholarship was being credited and I was being helped by this totally hot woman in the accounting department. She was hot and so, of course, I was flirting. She was flirting back. After we got my finances squared away, I invited her to coffee at the student center. She agreed, and we continued our flirting there. One thing led to another, and then the discussion centered on where. I suggested the dorm. She asked if I had a roommate. I said I did. She suggested we go to her place, and I agreed. Her car was closer so she drove, and fuck if she didn’t drive straight to Professor fag’s place.
I was both amused and aroused; amused by the coincidence, aroused by the possibility that I would be fucking her in the same bed in which I had fucked her husband only two nights before.
I was not concerned that Professor fag would discover us, since I knew he had office hours that afternoon and that he was expecting me to stop by his office to let him give me a blow job. I knew the fag would wait a reasonable (even an unreasonable) time for me to show up and let him at my dick.
And so I did fuck the lady on her husband’s bed. It was a glorious fuck. There was lots of foreplay. I spent a long time eating out her pussy. After her second orgasm she shrieked “Oh my God! I never knew it could be like that.”
Afterwards, I went straight to Professor fag’s office. He went down on my cock almost the second I walked into his office and never noticed that the dick he was sucking voraciously was redolent with the odor of his wife’s pussy. Somehow I was not surprised by this.
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My fag of opportunity (Rich – see “Opportunity Knocks” below) called earlier this afternoon. He said he missed me. I explained that I had been out of town in Europe for a while. He said he really needed my cock and asked if he could come over to give me a blow job and eat a load of my cum. I said he needed to bring some cash. I didn’t say how much and Rich didn’t ask. Thirty minutes later, he was at my office. “I’ve got some money” he said as he handed over a wad of cash and dropped to his knees between my spread legs. I counted ten crisp $100 bills. “Is that enough?” he asked. “I didn’t have time to go to the bank,” he explained. I said nothing, but didn’t stop him from going down on my cock. He spent about 15 minutes working a load out of me. “Oh God!” he exclaimed. “That was wonderful,” as he cleaned off my dick and tucked it back into my jeans.
“You can go now.” I dismissed the bitch. Rich left my office a happy man. I know he considered it $1000 well spent.
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Ah Paris! My first visit was fucking awesome.
Taylor’s girlfriend Marie Claire also is a fashion model – actually a runway model – which is kind of a highly stylized bitch, kind of like a human greyhound. She’s gorgeous, but horny as fuck. She married this French aristocrat fag, maybe 25 years her senior. Before their wedding weekend was over, I had them both.
On Friday, the day of our arrival, we checked into our grand suite in our hotel and I spent the afternoon boning the very-luscious Taylor. I had her in the luxurious, super-king-sized bed, on the floor in the living room of our suite, and in the bath. Then we rested up, slept a little, Taylor nursed on my cock. Then about 8:00 pm, we dressed and met the bride and groom to be for dinner – the four of us: Taylor and me and Marie Claire and her husband to be, Jean Claude. I knew instantly, that Jean Claude was a fag. He quickly proved my instinct correct. Taylor and Marie Claire “repaired” to the ladies’ room to freshen up, and I suspect, catch up on the fashion industry gossip before dinner. I decided to head to the Mens Room to wash up and Jean Claude was right behind me. Once in the Mens Room, he slipped to his knees and without saying a word reached for the fly of my pants with this pleading look in his eye. I nodded. Jean Claude unzipped me and instantly, his nose was pressed against my pubes and his throat was massaging my cock. I let the fag work some for that first load. Later in the evening, after dinner, and before the brandy and cigars, he got a second load up is tight little aristocratic ass – in the same Mens Room.
Saturday was wedding day, and Taylor and I showed up at the hotel where the wedding too place plenty early. We were milling with the crowd at a cocktail reception prior to the ceremony when I slipped away to find the toilet. Walking down the hall, a door to a room opened and a young woman (who I later learned was one of the bridesmaids) stepped out on some errand. Through the open door, I could see the bride to be Marie Claire, who beckoned me in. “Quick,” she said as she lay back on a couch and lifted her elaborate wedding gown. She pulled me down on her and eagerly unzipped me and grabbed my cock and guided it into her cunt (as if I didn’t know where to put it). She wasn’t even wearing panties or a g-string or any underwear.
I swear, as she walked down the aisle not 15 minutes later, a spot of my cum was visible on the front of her wedding gown.
The bride and groom were warm hosts at the post-ceremony dinner. They each separately and together invited Taylor and me back to spend some time with them this summer at their villa in the South of France. I’ll be looking forward to that.
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This is the weekend I am taking the gorgeous fashion model Taylor to Paris for her girl friend’s wedding courtesy of my current fag Josiah. (See entry entitled My Current Fag, below). While lapping a load of my precious jizz out of Taylor’s cunt, Josiah overheard her talking about wanting to go to her friend’s wedding. Josiah offered to pay for the trip. So he’s arranged round trip first class air fare for the two of us., a car and driver while we are in Paris and a suite at the Ritz. He also bought me a custom tux (my third). We also swung by Armani last week for a couple of casual outfits (slacks, sport coats, awesome shirts). While I already have a couple credit cards billed to him, Josiah also just handed me thousand Euros, cash. Should be a great weekend in the City of Lights..
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Professor Fag loved my dick. He wouldn’t just give me a blow job. He would make love to my cock: long, drawn out sessions where the fag would lick and suckle on my tool for what seemed like hours before he would finally engulf it in one motion, with his nose instantly in my pubes and his throat spasming in ecstasy. Fuck! The dude worshiped my cock. “Love” is not a strong enough word. And as much as he loved to be skull-fucked, he loved to be ass-fucked even more.
And the bitch was ALWAYS willing and anxious. If a chick wouldn’t put out, or was a lousy fuck, I’d call Professor Fag after I dropped the cunt off at her sorority house or wherever and tell him I was coming over. Professor Fag always said “sure, great.” and never said “no.”
And I quickly learned that as much fun as it was to fuck him, it was even more fun to fuck WITH him; to fuck him up. This is consistent with my underlying philosophy that you always should keep a fag off guard. A man never lets a fag get too comfortable.
So, I started calling him at odd hours telling him to get ready for me. 3:00am sometimes. Sometimes I would text him and tell him to meet me in his office after his 10:00am Econ seminar. Sometimes I would call him and tell him I was coming over and then not show up for hours. Sometime I would call the bitch and tell him I was on my way, and then walk into his house 30 seconds later.
The fag never knew when I was gonna show up. But the fag never said no, and never was not ready, willing and anxious for my dick. Just the way a fag should be.
The fetish aspect of the natural dynamic between an Alpha and a faggot is one of those things that can get out of control pretty quickly. What begins as simple roles of dominant and submissive morph wildly over time to include a whole range of interests and “play.”
Oh, how I hate that word “play” when it comes to Hierarchical truths! Because that’s really the problem with the approach many take toward the Alpha/fag dynamic – they view it as “play” like they’re children on a playground. They don’t take it seriously as something that is an intrinsic part of their identity. They mistakenly believe it’s a costume they wear and then take off when they’re finished.
This focus on the temporary infects the entire movement, and ultimately robs people of one of the most powerful possibilities of the Hierarchy: OWNERSHIP. Yes, the natural Hierarchical roles assigned to us at birth give us the chance to experience the rich fulfillment inherent in ownership.
But Ownership is not meant for game players and pretenders. It is meant for people deeply committed to their natural roles and perfect it daily.
I had a wonderful conversation with a young Alpha named @cashmasterbrent the other day. He’s a 20-year-old findom Master, and on the outside he might seem like one of the many other young Alphas on Twitter playing games.
Then he said this:
I was truly blown away by the depth of that statement! Here he was, at the beginning of his reign, calling out fellow Alphas for failing to appreciate the gift of owning a faggot or other sub! The fact that this young Man could, at that age, comprehend what it takes to own a faggot day after day, train it, use it, and yes, care for it and its needs! It’s a staggering and complex thought!
Even deeper, he understood the value of the submission of the faggot! As I’ve said many times here, faggots have worth. Stupid or immature Alphas fail to realize that and mistreat their subs.
Hence, as Master Brent said, they are “not worthy.”
Indeed, it is a privilege to own faggots, to have them serving with all of their hearts! A worthy Man can look down at his loyal faggot, refined by training and care, and think with pride to himself: “That is MY faggot, my property. It serves only me.”
You know, it is a relatively easy thing to own another human being bodily. It is an entirely different thing to own the SOUL of another person, to have that person surrender its life to you. The difference between those two viewpoints is where the “privilege” of faggot ownership lies.
It’s refreshing to find a serious and thoughtful Alpha like Master Brent in a findom scene so transactional and prone to game playing. Even at a young age, he can likely teach many older and more experienced Alphas a few lessons on true Alpha masculinity! The privilege of ownership should be stripped from them and awarded to Men like Master Brent, an Alpha who can appreciate the value of it!
Gaze upon this young god, and then go find him on Twitter or tribute to him on CashApp: $Bre0203m
I have often shared my love of Twitter Alpha @soccerbro619 on this blog. I have a great affection for him not only because he’s gorgeous and funny, but also because I was the faggot who initially pushed him to start owning faggots.
I remember spending probably close to a year sending him adoring messages – nothing. And just when I was about to give up, he responded to me. And thus began this relationship between a powerful soccer-playing Alpha and a blog-writing faggot.
Slowly he has embraced the idea of findom and the worship of faggots. As tributes trickled in, he opened up more and more.
But nothing could prepare him for this weekend! The floodgates of faggot Findom opened wide and dumped treasures at his feet to the tune of more than $1,000 in one day!
He was so ecstatic that he sent one of his cash fags a pair of used underwear, and sent a hot message:
But the tributes continued to rain upon him the next day, getting him so worked up that he dumped a loud Alpha load all over some designer underwear:
I’m so proud of my King! It’s the life he was always born to live, and now it’s coming true! The rest of his reign will be a series of never ending triumphs!
Master @BrandtsBoys is an Apex Alpha of boundless power and creativity. I love the way he uses cocksuckers. His understanding of how to train us to do his will is unmatched!
Master Jack is a big-dicked Alpha on Twitter who goes by the blunt username @nineinchalpha. He’s an unapologetic and unashamed owner and user of faggots.
It’s one thing to have a big dick, but the truly powerful big dicked ALPHAS like @NineInchAlpha use their power to own and train faggots and cocksuckers.
Watch this video carefully and pick out what Master does right in training this faggot. This is more than just a throat fuck!
Master Jack puts his hand around the faggot’s throat and squeezes, cutting off some air. This induces a panic response in the faggot, which causes it to submit further and provides it with a shot of adrenaline and cortisol. This makes the faggot much easier to control.
The positioning of his balls onto the faggot’s nose and mouth give it a chance to breathe, but also breathe in his pheromones. This is powerful hypnotic.
The faggot incorrectly starts playing with itself. Master Jack swiftly and emphatically corrects it, tossing its hand away from its clit.
To further emphasize his point, Master Jack takes the faggot’s two hands and firmly locking them in place on its chest.
Keep in mind, these powerful lessons are being taught to the faggot WHILE MASTER JACK’S MASSIVE COCK IS DOWN THE FAGGOT’S THROAT! Teaching is fine, but Master Jack’s pleasure still comes first!!
It has been been such a privilege to get to know Master Jack a little bit, even if it’s just on Twitter. He’s truly a young Alpha to watch, and most certainly one to worship!
Here is a Man proudly filming himself breeding some boy’s pussy. It’s telling that the boy is hiding his head. There is some amount of shame involved in a sub’s surrender of its hole, at least at first.
But as it gets fucked more and more and begins to accept its purpose, shame turns to joy.
Hello faggot sam, i am a faggot who recently discovered your site. Over the years, i have gotten more and more attracted to cruel Straight Men, who treat fags like shit and have openly homophobic attitudes. At this point, it’s the only thing that gets me hard (e.g. a Man spitting on a fag, calling it “queer” and “cocksucker,” etc.). i was curious what your opinion was of these Men. i’ve noticed you seem to put on a pedestal the kinds of Men who are more benevolent and protective of Their faggots (maybe i’m wrong about this though?), but i’d like to know your opinion of Men who really think faggots are disgusting, inferior beta-males, and want to treat them like shit. Should i pursue Them or steer clear? Thanks, faggot peter
As a faggot who has experienced service to truly great, truly good Alpha Males, it makes me sad that so many faggots become attracted to Alphas that only wish to harm them. It’s part of a cycle of self-loathing that I find incredibly heartbreaking. Faggots don’t deserve to be treated like trash. Faggots have real value to Men.
Honestly, this desire for violent, cruel, and hateful Alphas is part of a fetishization of the worst aspects of the Male persona. Yes, there are truly some hateful Men out there who are deeply homophobic, but these are Men who should be reviled, not revered. It shows a weakness of character in a Man that true Alphas would (and should) never accept or tolerate. Neither should you.
Rather than focus on what “makes you hard,” (an inherently selfish pursuit that is not faggot-friendly). focus on the gifts you can offer to Men. Maybe then you would value them enough that you wouldn’t want to waste them on inferior Men pretending to be Alpha. Give them to truly great Men instead.
Help never been with a straight man, where can I find a alpha who wants a faggot? I live in small town and I am 58, don\’t have a clue
Apps like Grindr and Recon seem to yield pretty consistent results, but you might have a hard time finding a totally straight Man that way. Some faggots have used Tinder successfully by offering no-strings oral service to them. I’ve always been a proponent of in-person approaches. Straight Men can be found in gyms (huge one), parks, sporting events, bars, etc. Offering to help a straight Man financially almost always leads to something as well, but I don’t know the state of your finances, so that might not be feasible.
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My sophomore year, I took an economics course: large (125 seats,maybe) tiered lecture hall. Class met twice a week for 90 minutes at a time. During warm weather, I attended class in my usual gear: shorts (sometimes cargo shorts, sometimes gym shorts) and a sleeveless tee shirt, or maybe a wife beater, and flip flops. I liked to sit front and center, and WTF, 90 minutes is a long time for a teen age man to go without some kid of sexual stimulation, and so frequently, by the time class was approaching being over, i was taking notes with my right hand and stimulating myself.with my left (nice being ambidextrous as well as ambisexual), Sometimes even reaching into the waistband of the shorts to get at my cock directly (haven’t worn underwear since i was maybe 6 years old, so that made tings even easier).
After one such session of intense economics and self-stimulation, as he was dismissing the class, Professor Fag said “Mr. Xxxxxxx (that’s me), please see me in my office this afternoon at 5:00.”
At about quarter to six (I could have been on time, but I wanted to see how long the bitch would wait for me) I knocked on his office door. He said to come in. As I approached His desk, he started in: “Mr. Xxxxxx, I can’t help noticing …..”
I interrupted. “You wanna suck it now?”
He gasped and licked his lips. He didn’t have to say anything more. I moved around to the back of his desk and pulled down my shorts.
“Not here. Not now.” he protested. “Someone might walk in and see.”
“And?” I queried. “I been saving a load for you all afternoon.”
There was nothing more to say. In a flash, Professor Fag was on his knees and my cock was buried balls deep in his throat. The professor was quite an accomplished cock-sucker, but iI still made him work a good 15 minutes to win his reward. I pulled out and as he eagerly cleaned my cock, I said, “write down your address and cell phone number. I got an Econ quiz next week to study for, but after I;m done studying, I’ll want to come over and fuck your ass.”
It actually was almost 1:00 am when I called Professor Fag and said I was on my way over. I really hadn’t spent much time studying Econ, but there was a hell of a pick up basketball game at the gym and I was all sweaty when I finally arrived at his place, having come straight from the gym and all unshowered. It turned out, he liked me that way.
And thus started an awesome multi-year man and fag relationship.
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My fag Rich was upset because he could have taken me to the super bowl, but he had turned down the tickets. That was before he hooked up with me, and he had, at that time, no interest in going to New Orleans for the game alone. (Too bad because New Orleans is a super hot city – in every sense of the word). Rich tried to make it up to me by throwing a nice, catered super bowl watching party in his apartment. i invited a bunch of my friends and we feasted on roast beef and lobster, and fresh oysters and crab cakes (in honer of the Ravens) My buds and I gave Rich the privilege of receiving our loads throughout the evening (especially when the lights were out at the Super Dome and there was a half-hour oif no other entertainment. There was so much fucking and sucking going on that the caterer’s waiters became involved too, and as a tip for their excellent service, I suggested that Rich suck off both of the waiters as well.
And, Rich already has secured courtside seats for the Final Four.
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Some fags carry the seeds of their own self-destruction within themselves. It is up to a real man to identify those fags, to water and fertilize those seeds and to let that destructive force within them blossom. Like my freshman fag roommate Goeff. The fag was so fucking in love with me that he would endure the most outrageous abuse and humiliation in the expectation that it would please me. I learned that the way to ensure this self-destruction is to constantly raise the threshold of what pleases me until it reaches the level of absolute debasement of the fag, Then just sit back and enjoy the self-destruction of another fag,
I ran into another such fag the summer between my Junior and Senior year at college. I had taken a job as a lifeguard at the pool at a local country club. Really brainless work, but with fringe benefits – scores of beautiful, rich girls, with lots of time on their hands and lots of daddy’s money. A few weeks into the job, I noticed a middle-aged guy also spending a lot of daytime hours at the pool when he should have been off to work someplace. After a few days, he came over to the lifeguard stand and tried to strike up a conversation. I chatted with him while keeping my eyes on the pool and the good looking chicks playing around in the water. But i sensed where this dude was going and happily led him on.
He invited me out to dinner that night and I accepted. He picked me up at the house where I had rented a room in his Corvette and before the evening was over I was driving the Corvette (a beast of a car, overpowered and without the subtlety of my Porsche, but the fag didn’t need to know that I had my own Porsche) and the fag was sucking my dick while I tooled around country back-roads. “This is a cool car,” I said. He offered to let me use it for the summer, I accepted. Two days later i moved into the fag’s house. I quickly took over the fag’s life, telling it what to wear, having it pay for elaborate parties i would throw, inviting college guys over specifically to fuck the fag. The fag never complained and always was anxious to please me. My demands became more and more outrageous. I made the fag come to the country club pool while I was working just so he could blow me in the Men’s Room. Often, the fag would leave the Men’s Room with cum all over his face and return that way to his lounge chair until the next time I needed him. I wouldn’t let him wipe it off. My friends from school would come by the pool and summon the fag to the Men’s Room to blow them. The fag always would leave the Men’s Room and stare up at me in the lifeguard chair. I would nod my approval. The fag would smile, his face full of cum.
Then, toward the end of July, I completely reversed course. I wasn’t fucking the fag. He still serviced a dozen or so of my college buddies and teammates, but he got none of my dick. I was boffing an endless stream of co-eds and their mothers. Most were country-club members and friends of my fag. I would fuck these bitches in his house, in his bed, on the sofa in his living room, on the deck behind his house, is his pool. And every time when I was done fucking the girl, I would call the fag over to clean my cock. And he would do so in front of the girl or woman who was part of his country-club social class. Since I was not fucking him any longer, he was grateful to get any part of my cock under any circumstances – even this most humiliating of all possble circumstances. And pretty soon, I noticed that when the fag was at the country club pool, no one would use a lounge chair within 30 feet of where he was sitting. By the end of the summer when I went back to school, no one would talk to my fag. He moved somewhere – I don’t know where. But he gave me that Corvette (which I sold to pay for my books and part of my tuition). Never saw the fag again. .
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I’ve said before that I really prefer one fag at a time, but that sometimes I have more than one because of circumstances. Like what is happening in my life right about now.
While there is a small gym in our condo building, I have convinced Josiah to buy me a membership at this fancy,upscale gym in the neighborhood,and I work out there 4-5 times a week. This guy (I’ll call him Rich – rhymes with bitch) has been cruising me unmercifully for weeks. Well, a few days ago, he hung around the locker room –musta been 30 minutes – until I finished my workout. He struck up a conversation with me while we were showering and changing. He commented on the state of my muscular development and my antennas went up. We went out for coffee after the gym. Then a couple days ago, he said he was going that night to one of the hottest clubs in town, that he knew the bouncer and always got in and did I want to go. Of course I did. His car and driver picked me up that night and we went downtown to the club.
I had never been there and the place was hot. Rich was right, we cruised right in past the waiting line of wannabes. I drank a couple of $20 beers and then switched to $10 waters. I passed on the coke in the Men’s room. Rich and I picked up a couple of awesome chicks, and we took them back to Rich’s penthouse condo with spectacular city views.
i fucked one and Rich went after the other but I could tell that she was unsatisfied, So after chick No. 1 had her orgasm, I gave an orgasm to chick No. 2. Rich stood by in awe, and then asked if he could eat my load out of her twat.
“Go for it.” I said. And Rich did, with a vengeance.
Rich texted me the next morning, asking if I wanted to do the whole routine again. I texted back that Rich should consider eliminating the middle man (or middle women as it were) and take my load straight from the source. “Really” he responded by text. “As a matter of fact,” I texted back, “why not come over to my office now for a load.” Robert, my secretary, announced Rich’s arrival ten minutes later. That was Rich’s first load of the day. I texted him directing him to come back to my office mid-afternoon, and Rich again was there within 10 minutes. Robert was bemused; he knows me (and my cock as well). Rich took me out to an expensive dinner that night after which we went back to Rich’s penthouse and Rich got loads three and four of the day.
This morning Rich texted me asking if he could stop by my office at 10:00. I texted back that I’ll let him know if and when he can come over. Can’t let a fag get pushy. But Rich is, well, rich – fucking loaded. And pretty soon those loads are gonna start costing him – big time.
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I don’t think that my fag roommate Goeff set out to be the freshman class whore, but I knew from the first day on campus that the fag was not a virgin when it came to sucking cock. And it was clear, after only a few days that the fag really worshiped me and would do most anything to please me, once he understood that pleasing me was the road to getting at my cock.
So, there was potential there. And to be honest, the possibility of taking over the fags life and turning the fag into a cock-hound and cum-whore was making me fucking hard, It was a gradual process. Well not so gradual, but incremental. Things moved pretty fast. I wrote the other day about our suite-mate Jeff discovering me drilling the fag’s ass in the shower, and how before the day was out, Jeff also was fucking the fag. i quickly brought Jeff’s roommate, our other suite-mate into the action. Two weeks into the semester, the fag was servicing three men, and loving every minute of it..
Then, even though baseball season was in the Spring, the guys on the baseball team still had to work out every day. So I started bringing a couple of guys from the team back to the room after practice. My fag learned quickly, that he better be there in the room and prepared to service man cock when our workouts were over, so the fag started skipping his chemistry lab just to make sure he was prepared and available for our use. Then I could see that a couple of the guys on the team were probably going to have trouble maintaining academic eligibility, so I sent the fag to their classes, to take notes for them and ultimately, to take exams for them. That meant that the fag had to skip even more of his classes, but the fag was learning that he was not there to advance his own education. He was there for another, more immediate purpose.
Other guys who worked out with us at the gym learned of the fag and his service to freshmen mankind and started coming over. to be serviced. I made it clear to the fag what my expectations were. I took great joy in spreading the word among my friends about my creation and the fag developed a reputation around campus. The bitch couldn’t go anywhere without being called upon to service cock. A jock would encounter the fag in the library and pull him into the men’s room to have his dick sucked. The fag would get pulled out of line at the coffee shop in the student center so he could give head to some guy he didn’t even know. But he did so willingly because he knew that if he refused, word would get back to me and that I would be fucking pissed. And I kept bringing guys around to our room. In addition to all that cock sucking, by the end of the semester, the fag was getting fucked maybe 5-6 times a day (and not by me. I was no longer interested in fucking that loose hole). But the fag never gave up on trying to please me and to win my cock back into his life.
By the end of the first semester, the fag was constantly walking around in a daze, with cum dripping from his ass and half the time with a cock in his mouth. He was the freshman class whore – and on academic probation to boot. But as I mentioned, by this time it was clear to the fag that he was not at university to learn; that he had a different purpose. It was easy to finish the bitch off in the second semester. I pledged a fraternity and introduced my frat brothers to the whore living in my dorm room. The rest is history. By the end of the freshman year, fag Goeff was kicked out of school, an academic failure. i never saw or heard from the bitch again. .
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i wrote the other day about Goeff, my fag roommate my freshman year at college. Turns out fag was a jock – of sorts. he ran cross-country in high school, but was too much of a wimp to try out for the track team in college. But when i learned that the fag was a runner, i made the bitch get up every morning and run 10 miles with me, Most days, i would end the run by fucking the bitch’s brains out. Generally, the fucking occurred in our room, but sometimes it was in the shower in the little bathroom that we shared with the two guys in the room next door. One day one of the guys next door (also named Jeff, but spelled right) came into the bathroom and came upon me drilling Goeff’s ass.
“What the fuck!” Jeff exclaimed.
“Dude, it’s okay,” I said. “He’s my fag, loves being fucked. He’s like a bitch in heat. You should try it.”
Well, Jeff didn’t just then. Too surprised, I would guess. But that night, he came into my room through the bathroom that separated our rooms and after beating around the bush for only a few minutes asked if he could use my fag.
“Sure,” I said. “The room is yours and the fag is yours. I got a date with this awesome girl from my English Lit class.”
The fag just looked up at me with a pleading, desperate look in his eyes, but i just turned my back and walked out of the room. And so, Goeff was started on the road to becoming freshman class whore.
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I am not a fan of violence. I believe that a good mind-fucking is far more effective in keeping a fag in its place than a beating. But once in a while a beating is helpful in reminding a fag that it is stepping out of line.
Take my current fag, Josiah Sinclair III (not his real name; see below). I’ve been living in Josiah’s apartment (well, nominally, it’s Josiah’s apartment) for several months now. I sleep in the Master bedroom, Josiah sleeps on the floor in the smaller guest bedroom, since the bitch is no longer allowed to use the furniture. Josiah has bought me this huge flat screen TV, and nice lounge furniture so that I can watch the games and his grand piano and fancy antique furniture has been sent somewhere (def not in the apartment any more). Josiah understands that if he wants me to stay, he’s got to make the place comfortable for me. And Josiah really, really wants me to stay.
Josiah has been very accommodating to my needs and has been pretty good in anticipating my needs and desires. The bitch has gone a long way in making the sacrifices I expect so that I will continue to allow him to serve. One area where Josiah has def fallen off the track, however, is girls. I bring women home sometimes 4-5 nights a week and Josiah resents the hell out of it. The all night frolicking and fucking, the ladies moaning in orgastic delight, the sight of a woman struggling to deep throat me (a skill Josiah has finally mastered), drives Josiah off the deep end. He’s jealous, nervous, envious, neurotic – I don’t know.
The other day the fag had the nerve to complain to me about bringing women back to the apartment. I was stunned by his complaint. I don’t know what the fuck Josiah was expecting. Why should I fuck a chick in her cramped apartment (with her roommate hanging around or sent out to walk the dog or to hang out at Starbucks until we are done), when I can bring her back to my beautiful, comfortable place and take all the time I want.
So, I fucking beat the shit out of Josiah. I pounded his ass for a good ten minutes, all the time telling him that I’ll bring home who the fuck I want, when the fuck I want, and do what the fuck I want in the apartment. And if he didn’t like it, it was just the fuck too bad. The bitch immediately started back-peddling and apologizing, but I continued the beating until I was sure he understood.
So Josiah went off to work yesterday dressed in his suit and tie, with an awesome black eye and bruises all over his body, including bruises visible on his neck and face. Josiah is a banker or a lawyer or something like that. When he came back from work last night, it was with a nice Rolex watch for me.
I’m pretty sure things with Josiah are squared away for now.
Aside from a few hiccups, Master Nick’s transition from average straight Alpha to straight Alpha owner of faggots has been remarkably smooth. True, he owns four high-quality faggots who get along well together (always a plus) … but the success of it lies entirely at the feet of Master Nick. He simply has the power and the instinctive wisdom to own other human beings.
Some Men are born to rule. Master Nick is one of them.
Master Nick’s peaceful reign was briefly rattled this week when some faggot contacted Master Nick’s girlfriend and told her about how he owns four live-in faggots. This understandably upset her, and Master Nick had to spend a couple of days explaining his actions and reasoning with her. After much discussion, it seems that she is willing to work through this situation and attempt to adjust to this new reality.
It is much to Master Nick’s credit that he didn’t crumble like many Men would. He didn’t retreat from the truth or deny it. He has fought hard to create this little Kingdom of faggots around himself, and he boldly defended it against such judgments and attacks.
If the faggot who did this reads my site or is in any way affiliated with my writings about Master Nick, I want to say to you directly: YOU ARE PATHETIC. You are empty, petty, and vile. In your sad jealousy and self-hatred, you lashed out and tried to hurt a great Man (and, by extension, his faggots).
And let me say this, too: YOU HAVE FAILED. Unlike a sniveling worm like you, Master Nick is a POWERFUL GOD-MAN who cannot and will not be subdued or defeated. There’s a reason why I created that image above of him. Master Nick is a fucking MOUNTAIN, immovable and everlasting.
You are the chaff, but Master Nick is the wheat. He will always have value beyond anything you can even comprehend.
No human or society or world can hold Master Nick down. He is greater than these simple-minded things. Beyond it. He towers above it all, head in the clouds where only gods reside. He cannot be hurt by the toy arrows of children or their silly games.
Master Nick is one of the greatest straight Alphas who ever walked this Earth. He defines straight Alphahood and the confidence he carries everywhere he goes. It is impenetrable armor. It will protect him all the days of his life.
I now wear a chastity cage in large part because of him. Not because he demanded it of me, but because his Alphahood moved me. He inspired me to honor him that way. A Man that powerful should be respected and feared, not denigrated or attacked.
It’s a shame that this foolish and pathetic faggot tried something so ignorant and futile. This action disappears into nothingness like the death rattle of a homeless man.
Meanwhile, my great Master Nick will move forward with his blessed life intact, stronger and wiser for the battle. And I will be at his feet with his other faggots, safe in his long shadow and his strong hand on my head, leading me in glory.
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I must admit that I was absolutely floored by this recent true story told to me by Michael the faggot about how his Alpha father revealed his true nature at age 13. The depth of wisdom shown by Michael’s father Steve is almost incomprehensible to mere mortals. It just doesn’t square with the behavior of average Men. Of course, Alphas are not average Men.
When we left the story, Master Steve had helped his faggot son Michael understand the truth of his existence, and had encouraged Michael to offer services to their Alpha neighbor Brian. Michael dutifully followed his father’s instructions and began serving Brian by helping with homework and chores.
But I knew there was more to the story, so I pressed on. And sure enough, Michael began to relate to me the further extraordinary training he received from his father, and the real start of his career as a faggot.
I started out by cleaning (Brian’s) room, and before long, i was doing his laundry, changing his sheets and towels every other day, washing his car, doing the grocery shopping for him and his mom. My dad was watching this and clearly was approving of my performance as faggot to my teen Alpha neighbor.
One day my dad asked me how things were going with Brian, and i bubbled over with enthusiasm for my newly-found faggotry. “You know,” dad said, “One day, he’s going to need a blow job.” Dad explained that giving head is the ultimate way in which a faggot shows its dedication and submission to its Alpha, and that there is no greater physical pleasure that a faggot can provide to its Alpha. Dad explained that for a lot of Alphas, especially straight Alphas like Brian, getting his dick sucked was a major step psychologically; that they had to get over the idea that it was somehow “gay” to get their cocks sucked. Dad said that once they got over that prejudice, there was so much that a faggot could do to make its Alpha feel great.
My dad then asked if I had ever sucked cock. I told him that I had not. My dad then commenced to teach me. He explained the anatomy. He explained how even an average size dick was longer than the mouth and inevitably how the faggot’s throat would be involved. He explained how the muscles of the throat could work to enhance the pleasure that the Alpha receives. My dad explained how a faggot should breathe while its throat was stuffed with Alpha cock. And when it came time for me to practice, my dad let me practice on his cock. He talked me through it; he explained about the gag reflex, and both the positive and negative aspects of gagging on an Alpha’s cock.
WOW! I thought Master Steve’s training was extraordinary before! I had no idea that he actually had his faggot son practice on his own cock!
After that thorough training, Michael was ready to offer himself sexually to his new Alpha Brian. All he needed was an opportunity.
One Sunday afternoon, I was at Brian’s editing one of his school assignments on his computer when he came in from a date. “Shit, faggot,” he exclaimed. “I’m as horny as a toad, and Sarah (his girlfriend at the time) wasn’t in the mood.” I told him that I could take care of that.
“What do you mean?” he said. So, i got down on my knees and i pulled down his shorts. His cock popped out, already pretty hard (but little did i know then just how much bigger and harder it could become) and i reached for it.
Brian protested, “I’m not gay.” I explained to him that he wouldn’t become gay if i sucked his dick. If he sucked mine, that might be different. He seemed to accept that explanation, and i started in licking his cock, as my dad had taught me. Dad taught me that a blow job is not merely a sexual act; rather it is an act of worship. A faggot takes its time and gives its Alpha’s cock the respect and adoration it deserves. After all, it is the very font of the Alpha’s power, of his being.
But I could tell that Brian was on the verge of explosion and I didn’t want him to miss the full deep throat experience so I backed off of cock licking and took his truly gorgeous cock into my mouth and down my throat. The rest, as i wrote the other day, is history.
Master Steve also taught Michael the true worth of an Alpha’s cumshot.
The first time I tasted Brian’s cum was amazing. That was the first time I actually ever tasted cum — not even my own, as difficult as that may be to believe. Even while he was training me, my dad never ejaculated, so I never tasted his cum. I didn’t know what to expect, taste-wise, and I found the taste a little strange. The first impression was slightly salty; then I thought it tasted musty. It is not altogether an unpleasant taste and since then, many loads later, I have come to kind of enjoy the taste.
How I felt? Well, I felt on top of the world. All the bed making and laundry doing and errand running aside, when I brought Brian to orgasm using only my mouth, I had this tremendous feeling of having arrived at a destination, of having committed myself so there was no turning back. (And indeed, I have not turned back.)
I knew to swallow his load, because my dad impressed upon me the importance of doing that (although even without dad’s tutoring, I would have done it anyway. Dad said that beyond being disrespectful, when an Alpha gives a faggot his cum he is giving the faggot the
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