My master is a follower of yours and he told me to ask you this question. Can a fag like me really become addicted to masters seed? It is like a crave his cum inside me. Even if he fucks an other fag I want his cum in my mouth or ass. Is this normal?
Hi brother!
YES you can absolutely become addicted to your Master’s seed!
Cum is the most magical substance on Earth. Not only does it create life, but it’s also cleverly crafted inside the Man’s balls to take over a recipient’s mind and body. Semen contains substances like serotonin that act as mood regulators. Like any other drug that causes addiction through the pleasant feelings they produce in us (like sugar, or heroin), cum causes addiction through these chemical reactions in our brains.
I think the effect is more pronounced in faggots than females because every time your Master breeds your pussy his semen directly enters your bloodstream and affects your physical chemistry directly (unlike the vagina, which is impermeable).
That is why it is imperative that Alpha Males breed often and aggressively. The more cum they pump deeply into faggots and females, the more control and power they assume over these inferiors. In that case cum becomes a vital tool in an Alpha’s arsenal to maintain Hierarchical order.
We cum addicts will do whatever they demand once we’re hooked on the good stuff!
I hope that answer helps you! And thank your Master for me, too!
This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s hard to serve a straight Alpha. Eventually, they will fall in love with a girl and leave many parts of their past life behind. Friends that aren’t convenient, sporting activities that take up time, etc. Almost always the first things to go are the whores and, more specifically, their faggots.
I remember when my first Alpha (who was straight) fell in love with a girl. Suddenly there was no time to feed me anymore. The phone calls dried up. There were awkward glances between us when we’d see each other socially. I occasionally forced myself into his life; we had a couple of early morning screaming matches that always left me in tears. It was an ugly end to what was just the beginning of my new purpose.
And I was almost 19 years old! Imagine what poor little Michael experienced when his Master Bob did the same thing!
Here’s Michael’s story about the end:
After a few years of regular service to Alpha Bob He started dating a regular girlfriend. In my experience, this had heretofore resulted in the end of previous arrangements with other Alphas. One evening after dinner, which was always at 6:30 in our house, the phone rang. Like most families in the days before personal cell phones, the youngest always scrambles to answer the phone out of sheer nosiness about who is calling and it was Bob. He said He wanted to talk to me at His house. When i arrived He seemed to be home alone and took me into His bedroom, which He also shared with His older brother Scott. Scott had the same build as Bob, but Scott had black hair.
Bob told me to sit on the side of His bed. As usual, i had questions about what we were doing and Alpha Bob said, “Just sit and wait. We can’t mess around yet because Scott is in the shower getting ready to go out. After He leaves we can mess around.” Then He left the room and went to the basement. I heard the shower stop and about 3 minutes later a wet-haired Scott walked in with a towel wrapped around His narrow waist. Nothing was said. I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the dresser. Scott stood with His back to me facing the dresser, reaching in a drawer and pulling out a pair of white briefs which He slowly placed on top of the dresser. He seemed to hesitate and then turned around to face me while dropping the towel.
There i sat face to face with a very large Alpha cock staring me in the face. Long, thick, cut, and with a dark bush of pubes around the base. His balls hung loose and free in the warmth of His freshly scrubbed scrotum. Scott just stood there and i just stared with my mouth slightly open. All He said was, “Well?” I knew what was to be done and leaned forward to suck yet another big teen cock. His right hand settled on the top of my fag head and He guided my strokes until He nutted. That fast He turned away and said, “Go downstairs. Bob is waiting.” I was up off the bed and out the door like a shot.
When i found Bob sitting in the rumpus room in the basement He was sullen. No tv was on. He was just staring a bit flush. He said, “Did you do it?” I said, “Yes.” He replied, “Ok.” I was left to figure out what happened on my own, but to this day I believe older Alpha prevailed upon younger Alpha to share the fag and i also suspect there were some unpleasant exchanges over it. Kind of like when a friend asks to borrow your car and you think that is a bit too much to ask, but get pressured to give in. He seemed to feel ill used and put upon. For the next two hours He fucked me all over that house. He fucked me in His shared room with Scott, the living room, the garage, and once it was dark enough out He took me in the back yard and planted His seed under the stars. It felt very much like He was reasserting ownership of His fag. Interestingly, once seemed to have been enough for Scott. He never asked for any other favors and acted normal if distant around me the few times we encountered each other after that.
There were other instances of sharing as well. One involved a pool match in His basement. Master Bob told me to come over one summer mid-morning. His house was empty of family. When i knocked He let me in and told me to go downstairs. As i got to the basement with Bob right behind me i saw another guy standing at the pool table with a cue in His hand.
We were not introduced and i did not recognize Him. He was older but had that look where He could have been 16 or 25. He wore jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers. Over the next hour or so i was used in the following ways: Stripped naked and gave head to both of them, but they did not cum. A pool cue was unscrewed and the blunt end was inserted in my pussy while i knelt on the table to the great mirth of the unknown Alpha. The guy kept saying i can’t believe he lets you do this! Bob said, “he LIKES it!” The “fun” culminated with them playing a game of pool to see who got to fuck me first. I just remember wishing they would finish the game and get to it because the pool cue was not comfortable and i had to stand against a column with the threaded end of the cue wedged on the floor and not move.
While standing there Bob’s mom pulled into the driveway. The race was on to get dressed and look natural before that woman made it from the driveway and into the house! Since i was the only naked person at that moment i ran into the bathroom with my clothes and came out dressed. The other Alpha had left and Bob just said, “Let’s finish the pool game.” We did and then He told me to go home. It was a long time before He called me again.
More girlfriend, less fag. We were at a point where His random calls for service were becoming less frequent and my need for Cock was growing stronger. I needed dick and began approaching my friends to feel out their proclivities. Which of my peers might be open to some fun. I had two or three closer friends and i started with them. Carl was a Catholic boy and attended a parochial school (St. Joseph’s) and Mark was a Methodist and he attended the same 5th grade class as me at Northside Elem School. Carl was a swimmer, tanned and had blonde hair. All summer long he smelled like chlorine…lol. Mark was also fair-skinned but with brown wavy hair. Carl was as much a horn dog as i was and we had great mutual fun. Unfortunately, his family moved away a few months after we started playing around.
Mark was the best friend i had mentioned in an earlier piece. A few years after his original condemnation of my slut nature he was on the cusp of puberty. We started the normal playing around trying to reach those dry orgasms together. Then one day he asked me what i did with Bob. Considering we both had our pants down and were stroking each other’s boners i felt safe to tell him. “You suck him?” I said yes and he asked what that was like. I told him i liked doing it a lot. He looked slightly troubled by that information, but seemed to quickly recover. He dropped back on his elbows and said, “Suck me then.” This continued for several years and to his credit Mark stayed a fast friend continuing all the mutual hobbies together, vacations, church camps, etc until we graduated high school. He did stop letting me blow him during times when he had a girlfriend.
But Alpha Bob was not entirely out of the picture. Our meetings were infrequent, but building in intensity as i think He grew more and more to realize His dominance and my fag nature. Each time He seemed to be testing the limits He could push me to. This may seem ridiculous and obvious to anyone reading this now, but i was experiencing it in real-time and without the benefit of hindsight. The pool game was an example of this. Other examples included increasing His verbal degradation of me during sex. Forbidding me to wear underwear. Presenting me with a jock strap altered into a thong (it didn’t last long as He made it with regular cotton thread and it came apart), and making me blow Him for hours but not cumming. My jaws were exhausted, my throat was raw and my knees were screaming by the time He fed me.
By our last session He was not using lube to fuck me and was inserting objects in my pussy. One that comes to mind was a bundle of popsicle sticks (i don’t know how many) He put It in like a poorly designed butt plug and left them there while i sucked His cock. They were inserted dry so they stayed in place. When He thought He heard a car door He knelt on the sofa to look out the window. False alarm, but our change of positions resulted in His butt being level with my face. The visual when He glanced back must have inspired Him. “Kiss my ass faggot”. I kissed His right cheek and then His left. “No. Kiss my ASS!” You see where this was going. i definitely failed another test of manhood here when after some pleading for a reprieve that fell on deaf ears, i tasted His Alpha asshole. He loved it and after a few licks so did i. By this time i was about 12. i could be described as a seasoned fag willing to do anything for an Alpha.
Bob did some nice things for me over the years. First of course was allowing me to serve Him. But he also protected me. For example when i attended my first football practice in 7th grade He was on the HS team and showed up as a student athlete to help the Jr. High coaches. All beginning athletes are worried about older kids picking on or hazing them. The day before He saw me in our neighborhood and asked if i was worried. i acknowledged i was a little anxious. He told me to not worry, He would not let anyone mess with me. Sure enough the first day there were bullies circulating those unattended moments looking for smaller boys to harass. Just as they got to me Bob popped up and just said, “Leave him alone, he’s cool.” The bullies moved on and i was spared.
Bob eventually knocked up His girlfriend, got married and the last time i saw Him was in a food court at the mall wife and baby in tow. We locked eyes, i looked away to respect His situation and left the area so He could relax. No one wants their fag around during family time. Lol
What a bittersweet ending!
I was so impressed that Michael, handling all of this at an age much younger than I was, dealt with the loss of his first Master in such a matter-of-fact way.
Ultimately Michael went on to have a prolific career as a faggot for multiple Masters, and now enjoys his days in service to his King. So don’t weep for him, or even over his lost childhood. What he experienced has carried him through a joyful life!
hi Sam. the Alpha next door has been talking about getting a pedicure. ive seen His Feet and would love to be the one who does it. where can i learn to do pedicures so i give Him the excellence He deserves?
Hi brother! Yes, giving Men pedicures is one of the great pleasures in the lives of foot fags like me and you. I learned mostly by trial and error because video resources like YouTube were still in their infancy. Now, there are all sorts of instructional videos on pedicures you can watch (I probably should find the best video on the subject and put it on the site). After that it’s just a matter of getting the supplies you need.
One of my little tricks was to use this very coarse salt after the foot bath that would leave the skin very soft and easily manicured. I’d massage the salt into the feet and then wash it off, leaving a residue of natural salt on the skin.
I really got into it – candles, soft music, white towels, everything. I got dick A LOT from these foot sessions.
P.S. The Alpha next door probably knows you’re a faggot and that’s why he’s mentioning pedicures in the first place! BE BOLD!
This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!
So far in Michael’s story we have discovered how he was manipulated to reject many norms of “proper” conduct and accept his destiny as a faggot. This involved circumventing many important societal controls like parents, the family unit, the authorities, and even friendships.
But there was one huge hurdle remaining: religion.
It often takes years for a faggot to overcome religious guilt. The faggot follows its natural instinct to serve, but is then wracked with guilt over the implanted idea of an all-seeing god condemning them for what they cannot control. According to religion even the faggot’s thoughts are being watched by this god! It’s terrifying and difficult to uproot.
But young Alpha Bob had a unique and joyfully blasphemous way to deal with that existential crisis going on inside of Michael. Read:
I think maybe it would be good to share what my introduction to faggotry felt like in my head. For one thing it wasn’t easy or instantaneous. There were a lot of competing influences at the time.
My family was “progressive” for the times, but the times did not include any notion of “gay” acceptance and i lived in a small town in a rural area. We were suburbanites. My dad was an ex-marine, not fond of long hair, hippies, free love, rock and roll or fags. His progressive side embraced equal rights for people of color and women. That’s about the extent of it. He liked to tell colorful jokes and drank to medicate a long list of issues in his life. He believed in corporal punishment. His belt was feared by all of his children. My mom was self medicating with alcohol for all the same things my dad was.
My sisters were so much older than i that they where out of the house by the time i was 6. That left me with two jock brothers. You already know how that turned out. The fag baby brother was just an embarrassment once they were done using me as their “buddy”. This seemed logical to me internally. Being a fag was not acceptable and they were understandably concerned that if it got out it could affect their good standing. And so it was a well kept secret by everyone concerned. I guess it was a version of mutually assured destruction if the rents found out.
Like all secrets though, as more people were brought into the loop the less likely it remained a real secret. As time went on it became more of a tidbit of gossip shared within the hierarchy of kids and teens, but rarely with adults. What will become interesting is how many of the Alphas quietly decided to test the veracity of the information. More on that later.
So my fag brain was in a fog. I was strongly drawn to Alpha males and fascinated by dicks, balls, Men’s bodies in general and their dominance. I struggled with the social issues surrounding my newly discovered submission. The worst thing a kid could call you was a fag and i was that thing. My family attended church and i was indoctrinated into the Christian anti-gay theology of the time.
Each day and by that i mean almost every day after being cunted, i was faced with the “moral” struggle between being “good” and being a good fag. Being a good fag won each time, but also left me in a quandary of praying and trying to bargain with God to make me more like the other “guys”. More straight. No, that’s wrong, i prayed that God would make me straight without any qualification. This ebbed and flowed a lot throughout the summer of my 8th year and into the winter when i turned 9. At this point i had guzzled enough Alpha cum to populate a third world country. My close friends also were starting to ask me why i was always hanging out with Bob. My best friend even commented about how every time Bob showed up i just left with Him. He asked why and even asked if i was “fooling around” with Bob. When i confided i was he just said, “You shouldn’t do that. It’s bad.” Interestingly a few years later the same friend fucked my face every chance He got. Lol I know this is getting long, but it brings us to this point.
Springtime is just a few weeks away and i have been sucking Alpha Bob’s big dick almost daily and loving it. Anal sex on the other hand has been less frequent by the co-necessities of time and privacy/clean up ability. One can blow your Master anywhere, but getting fucked comes with some grunting, mess and the need for minimal supplies. It also still caused me internal strife as i knew it made me a real fag and it still hurt (remember Alpha Bob had a pretty large cock and wasn’t prone to gentleness).
On this particular after school occasion my Owner was in my room (same place i lost my cherry) and as i was on my knees blowing Him He stated He wanted some pussy (another source of conflict as i felt my boyhood slipping away each time i cooperated with being feminized to amuse Him). I don’t know why but this time i said, “No”. A debate ensued with me invoking Jesus and stating flatly, “Jesus does not want us to do THAT”. Yep, fag actually said no to a Man. It was unwise and i truly am ashamed of my conduct, but there it was. Bob got oddly calm and said, “Let’s get dressed and go for a drive. I want to show you something”. I was on alert and feeling weird as i had apparently just won an argument for the first time with any Alpha! There had to be a catch.
A bit about Bob. He was not a good person by most definitions. He had started school a year late and failed a year to boot. His dad was a Teamster truck driver, His older brother worked on a loading dock my guess is Alpha Bob eventually also worked in the trucking industry, but that is speculative. At this point He was employed part time as the custodian of His Church. Saint Peter’s Lutheran Church allowed Him to keep keys to the building so He could clean, empty trash and polish floors on a flexible schedule.
He took me there. It was in our neighborhood and we could have walked, but He drove. Upon arrival i was all questions from the car to the door. What’s going on? Why are we here? He just said He had some stuff to do and i needed to be quiet. When He unlocked the main door we walked into an empty and dark church. The sun had not quite set yet and there was ambient light coming through the windows. It wasn’t an old gothic church, but 1960s vintage with stained glass windows in the sanctuary. The rest of the building resembled a school corridor with various classrooms and offices off it. First thing He did was use His pocket knife to open the small wooden box on the wall labeled “For the Poor”. He emptied it of four dollars while i was horrified at His willingness to steal in a church and from the poor. He told me to shut up and i did. He offered me one of the dollars, which i flatly refused so that one went in His pocket too. I might have been a cum guzzling fag with a blown out fuck hole, but i was not a thief. He quickly went through the building and ensured no one was there. He got the buffer out and parked it in the hallway. Then He took me into the sanctuary.
It was a typical Lutheran sanctuary. Wooden pews, deep red carpet, a raised pulpit and four or five stairs leading up the altar. The focal point was the huge crucifix on the wall with a life sized Christ hanging from cross and lit with spotlights from the ceiling. I was feeling a mixture of bored (limited attention span) and creeped out in the dimly lit room with Jesus looking down.
Bob had been quickly moving through the pews picking up old bulletins and returning hymnals to the holders and He came up beside me. “Ya think Jesus doesn’t want us to fuck?” This line stated in a church sanctuary shocked me. I replied quietly, “No”. Bob simply said, “Let’s see.” He pushed on my shoulder and i sank to my knees. Good fag. My Alpha opened His 501s and presented His cock and said simply, “Do your job”. I did my job right in front of Jesus. I was a good fag, but i knew i was probably going to get struck by lightning (amusing to me now, but it seemed like a real possibility then). After a few minutes of oral He told me to get as much spit on His dick as possible. I knew what was coming at that point. He turned me to face the altar and pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. He had me kneel on the stairs and did me. Alpha Bob knew how to fuck and He took me fast and hard. The whole “service” was accompanied by grunts, groans, yelps and a final few grunts as He unloaded His seed in my pussy. While He was resting on my back, cock still inside me He said in my ear, “Jesus doesn’t care who fucks you. He knows what you are.”
It wasn’t poetic. It wasn’t romantic. It was a lesson.
As we left He asked me what i learned? I pondered it for a second and then said, “You can fuck me whenever you want.” Bob just smiled (He had nice teeth and silky strawberry blonde hair with blue eyes) and then said, “Fucken A!” For my part the angst was gone and so was most of the guilt. I still worried about being discovered, because those consequences were real, but all anxiety caused by religion was cured. I was a good fag.
Sam, i hope the setting doesn’t freak out the Alphas and fags. I also don’t want you to think this was some Satanic ritual it wasn’t. For me it was totally out of the blue and for Alpha Bob i am pretty sure He was just turned on by the idea of sitting in church every Sunday remembering how He knocked off some fag pussy in front of the altar.
In retrospect i am struck by two things. It was a brilliant way to counter my feeble attempt to enlist Jesus to get out of my duty. The second thing is i was, and still am, more struck that He would steal the money donated to feed the poor than i was by His fucking me in His church. Thieving from the poor is just wrong.
A powerful and creative way to remove the stranglehold of religion from a young faggot’s life! Once that ended, Michael was free to pursue what would become the central purpose of his life: serving Men as a true faggot.
I’m so grateful to my brother Michael for showing bravery in sharing this very personal and controversial story! It’s terrifying to put yourself out there where people might harshly judge you!
But honestly, Michael deserves praise. Circumstance allowed him to understand his purpose at a very young age, but instead of running from it, he overcame all hurdles and embraced it. And he became a stronger and more dedicated faggot because of it!
Here’s one for you Sam. I’m a bisexual 27 year old Alpha – handsome, very, very muscular (training since I was a teen), blessed with a big manhood and I know how to use it, and my tongue. Body hair only getting thicker and spreading as I get older. Total package. I’ve had girlfriends, boyfriends, and faggots. I like the cmnm and cfnm scenes – of course I like to be the naked guy at the centre of attention (men are usually more interested in this than women sadly, but both are great). I fucking love getting unwrapped like a present, it’s ego I know but damn it turns me on. I like being coveted. But lately I’m just really, really into the idea of being a boy toy for an older woman. I mean 60+ older. Damn I guess there isn’t even a question here haha I just wanted to talk about it. Might give you food for thought for your musings on the hierarchy, who knows. But the idea of making a mature woman shake the way I make women and men my own age, and faggots of any age, shake is really turning me on. I don’t see many other Alphas talk about women on your site (understandably, given what it’s about) so I thought I’d put it out there. Hope you’re keeping safe in the current state of the world.
Sir,
Thank you so much for writing! While it is true that I don’t have many Alphas discussing their sex life with females very often, I occasionally do get Alpha Predators like you on the site who devour it all and love it. I appreciate Alphahood in all forms, Sir, and it’s all welcome here. I watch straight porn probably as much as gay porn if I’m honest. So brag away, Sir!
Your goal of bagging a much older woman is a pretty typical Alpha thing. I don’t understand the significance, personally. Incidentally, I was talking to California Alpha (who’s around your age) and I showed him your “question” above. He started laughing and said, “Yeah I remember the first old lady I fucked. It was great.”
Here’s my question: if you like being cherished and worshiped so much, why don’t you own any faggots, Sir? They would be there to worship and service you daily, serve you meals, clean and do laundry, etc. The life of a true King!
Here’s another question: if you’re so in love with being the center of attention, then why do I not have any pics and videos of you in my email inbox, Sir? It’s fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com (wink)
Anyway, thank you for sharing that, Sir! It’s awesome that you and California Alpha are out there keeping Alpha Masculinity alive and well!
I read the articles about Dodo the fag and his twin brother and his father putting him in his place (HERE) and the story of Nikki and his three brothers (HERE). I know people think that stuff like that is outrageous and impossible but I’m sorry, incest is real and faggots are literally real. We should really stop trying to make it seem like everyone follows this cookie cutter idea of reality. I (male) gave my virginity to my younger, by three years, stepbrother. Then my half-brother, stepbrother and I had a tryst that carried on for somewhere around 4 years regularly. I wouldn’t say we were alphas, I think I’m more of an Omega perhaps. Maybe my half-brother is an Alpha but my stepbrother is definitely a faggot and he loved it. When my half-brother and I were horny or wanted anything our stepbrother did it. He even wanted to marry me at one time. And if our stepbrother wasn’t available I would be the one to satisfy our half-brother. It’s just the way it was and we didn’t see anything wrong with it. Shit happens and shit is true.
Thank you Sir for your story and support!
So I assume that when you say “lost my virginity” you meant that you were the one fucking your stepbrother, right?
These stories about Dodo and Nikki caused plenty of people to either (1) accuse me of making things up, or (2) catering to the prurient interests of pedophiles and fans of incest or (3) both.
I report these stories (once I can verify their veracity) because they’re important accounts about real Hierarchical behavior, something none of us can escape. Thank you for adding your experience to that growing catalog!
I really want to talk to you about your experience if you’re up to it. My email is fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com.
This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Every faggot remembers their first true Master. It’s the moment the faggot makes reality what was once just hot fetish role play. It’s a rather shocking life development, probably the most significant change a faggot will ever undergo. It’s a bit like jumping from a sauna into an ice-cold lake.
Now imagine you’re eight-years-old and handling it!
That’s exactly what happened to Michael the faggot 55 years ago!
I’ll let my eloquent brother tell it:
The older teen next door was Bob. Another true Alpha Male. I think my brothers clued Him in on my pussy status and that after two years of service to their cocks I had not told on them to anyone. I was safe and reliable.
So the April I turned 8 I was home alone right after school. I always had a 1 1/2 hour window of time after school when i was unattended. This day there was a knock on the front door. I answered it and it was Bob. I knew Him and He was always friendly. I thought He was there to see my brothers but they were both at sports practices. He said, ‘I am here to see you buddy.” My heart skipped a beat; buddy was a trigger word for my fag side to come out and play. Did Bob know this? He walked right in and I was really confused. Then He started up the stairs to my bedroom and plopped down on my bed. I had followed Him up there and now stood in the middle of the room looking at this 6’ tall lean muscled strawberry blonde Man on my bed. I also was staring at his very noticeable bulge.
He told me to sit on the bed with Him and scooted over to make room. I complied and he said, “I know you want to see my dick. Don’t deny it. I see you looking all the time!” That was probably true as I had become very interested in watching Men’s crotches. Then He said I will do you a favor and let you look at it, but you have to take it out of my pants yourself. After some debate I finally reached out and undid His belt and unbuttoned his 501 Jeans. He wore white briefs under the jeans and He told me to lift the waist band and pull everything down to His knees. When I did it revealed an 8” masterpiece of circumsized cock. It was rock hard, ramrod straight and surrounded by blonde pubic hair. I knew what to do. I asked if i could stroke it and He nodded His Alpha head. I started stroking it and clear pearls of goo started to form on his piss slit.
Bob told me that goo appeared because i was making Him feel good. He told me to taste it by touching my tongue to the head of his cock. It took some cajoling to get me to do it , but my 8 year old fag self leaned forward and licked hard from the underside of the head up and over the piss slit and down the back side getting a tongue full of the precum. It was good and i told Him so. He then demanded that I suck His cock. He used just the right tone to get my mouth moving on His big dick. Bob was very different than my two brothers. Bob told me what to do and I just knew to obey Him. I put His large cock head in my mouth and He immediately put His hand on my head and started controlling my movements….how deep, how fast. I gagged a lot. As time progressed He would train that gag reflex out of me, but for now each thrust in delivered a serious gag from me. Finally He took me into my bathroom and made me kneel at the commode. The blow job was started all over again with him face fucking me real hard, but the toilet was right there in case I puked. I did not, but His penis did. It shot cock snot straight into my unsuspecting mouth and filled my mouth with the musty salty flavor. I immediately rebelled and started to spit His sperm out into the toilet. Then He struck a blow, hard to the left side of my face with His strong hand. The slap knocked me to the floor along the side of the commode. He was livid that I had spat part of His load out. He dragged me up and got in my face. “Don’t you ever disrespect a Man like that faggot!” “From now on you swallow whatever Men put in your faggot mouth.” I have never violated that order to this day.
But Bob wasn’t satisfied with only using Michael’s mouth. He also wanted to take Michael’s virginity.
The second lesson would begin the following week. Weekdays were best as they insured a solid hour and a half of privacy. We had developed other locations over the weeks. His parents had a basement with a pool table and i blew Alpha Bob a lot in a corner of the basement that allowed enough reaction time if a parent or sibling came down. I was quite dedicated to my duties as cock sucker too.
I can’t recall exactly the day, but my sense is it was a Monday after school. Alpha Bob came over. Now he just walked in as the door was never locked and the veil of civility was no longer needed. He came in and went straight to my room where i was waiting. He reminded me we would be doing something new and he had brought a small jar of Vaseline with him. He put that on the table by the bed. He told me to strip naked and lay face down on the bed. He placed a pillow under my hips and tummy and he laid down beside me on the outside edge of the bed. He was also naked. I was curious but not alarmed. I was well past being frightened or timid. He was my owner and i had heard Him defend me to another kid who called me a name.
He was whispering in my ear that i needed to be a good boy for Him and do as he said. While this was going on he retrieved a gob of Vaseline on a couple of His fingers and began lubing my asshole. Now i had an idea of what was in play as my brother John had tried a number of times to gain entry to my butt. I started to express some concern but i was shushed and told to relax and let Him play. H did this for quite a while until He had worked two fingers in and was able to finger fuck me easily and the discomfort was manageable. He said, “You are ready.” He moved to a position on top of my back and said i should relax and “…let me in.”
I felt His dick head pushing and rubbing on my hole, but it seemed He would not be able to slip in. He whispered, “Push out like you are trying to poop.” I pushed and almost instantly His fat cock head breached my sphincter. The screech i emitted could probably have woken the dead (maybe it did!) and i shot out from under Him like a bolt of lightning. He looked shocked at first and then just rested on his elbow and watched as i ran around the room holding my no longer virgin ass. It realistically took about a minute for the ice pick sensation to die down and i had settled on the floor against the far wall. He waited a bit and then, “Did the pain go away yet?” I acknowledged it had and He simply said, “Come back then we have to finish what we started.” Any Alpha boy, any Real Boy, any victim would have told Him to fuck off and left the room or even told on Him. But a faggot in the presence of an Alpha does none of that. I simply got up and walked over to Him and crawled back onto the bed. His smile was radiant and i knew i made the right choice.
This time He put me face up, pillow under hips and mounted me in the traditional missionary position as i willingly spread my fag legs to allow Him access to what i knew He wanted. The fuck went much better on the second try. I pushed out and He slid in until the head of His beautiful cock was lodged in side my sphincter. He began sucking and biting my nipples which helped distract me from the log in my asshole. Then He gradually worked His entire 8” into me and fucked for about ten minutes until He came a huge load into my new cunt. When He pulled out it felt like His cock was still inside me. As my gaping hole started to close up i quickly settled down with a slightly stingy, achy feeling in my butt. He looked at it and said it was all fine, no blood and we could do it again whenever He wanted. He went to the bathroom (i presume to clean His cock off) and then returned to dress. He said, “From now on you should try to shit before I come over.” I stood and started to reach for my clothes, but Bob simply said, “Stay naked until I leave bitch.” So i stood there not knowing what to do and feeling His cum start to leak a little and run down the back of my right thigh. In a second He was dressed. On His way out He stopped in front of me took my face in His hands and said, “You are a pussy boy now.” I had questions, but He was out the door before i could even say a word. I had an identity…fag, cock sucker and now pussy boy. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and for not the last time gave birth to His jelly babies.
My life had changed forever and i knew it. I also knew it was going to be challenging and sexy and sometimes scary.
Yes, things were about to become quite challenging … like when young Master Bob introduced threesomes into their play.
Once i was popped and more orally skilled the content of our sessions varied usually based on time and location. The time part is obvious, the locations varied from my room, His house (basement or bedroom), the woods, His car, a tool shed and even a church. The significant next issue was being used by Him and a friend. In this case the “friend” was my middle brother. You might recall he had been trying to get in my butt over the past year or so prior to Alpha Bob taking over. I had resisted out of panic and a lack of understanding i think. Once popped though it is apparent Alpha Bob shared that tidbit with my brother and the following happened about two or three weeks after my initial cunting.
It was still Spring, warm outside but not yet hot. It was a weekend evening. Parents were “out” somewhere, oldest brother also out. I thought i was alone except for my middle brother, who i shared a bedroom with upstairs. He called out to me telling me to come see him. Fags are obedient and this was no exception. I went upstairs and opened the closed bedroom door. He was not alone. He sat on his bed along one wall and Alpha Bob was sitting on mine. I stood in the doorway. Alpha Bob said, “Come here.” I was hesitant and He repeated, “Come here.” I asked what He wanted while glancing back and forth between the two. I of course did not know my brother knew about Bob. Alpha Bob said in a tone i had heard before, “Come here and suck my dick fag.” I said, but HE is here, nodding toward my brother. “I don’t care. You need to listen.” My brother chimed in, “Do it.”
Slowly i walked across the small room to Alpha Bob. “Kneel”. I did. “Take it out.” I did. He leaned back on His elbows and said, “Suck it.” I obeyed. If the fag hook had not been set firmly before this, these simple acts of obedience certainly erased any doubt. While i was working on my Owner’s cock there was some type of non-verbal communications going on between the Males in the room. Seconds after throating Bob’s cock He locked His hand behind my head. i could move some but could not come off the cock in my mouth. My brother approached from behind and yanked my shorts and briefs down. What followed was my first spit roast. It didn’t last long. Both Alphas came quick and Alpha Bob was gone. My brother left the room and i assume He was washing the Vaseline and pussy juice off.
To be clear, the sex did not bother me. I was used to sucking cock and being fucked. My Owner’s cock was at least an inch longer and just as thick as my brother’s so it fit. The loss of privacy and anonymity of it did though. I was coming to grips with being a fag, pussy boy but in these times it was a closely guarded thing to know about someone. I really liked sucking Alpha cock and looked forward to it. Butt fucking was still bothersome, but i did what was needed. Big Brother came back and sat on His bed and gave me a talk about never telling anyone what happened and how much trouble we would be in. I swear He seemed scared and more upset than i was. After that, He would ask me to blow Him once in awhile, but that faded away when He got a girlfriend. He never mentioned it again, but also never tried to stop me from serving Alpha Bob or anyone.
From an adult perspective, none of this is easy to read. Michael acknowledged this fact several times (almost apologetically, even), and has waffled about even telling this true story.
But from a Hierarchical perspective, this story is invaluable.
Why? Because Michael’s experience unequivocally demonstrates that Alphahood is something inborn in certain Men. It also shows how Hierarchical roles supersede sexuality or morality.
When Males of any age are grouped together for a period of time away from prying eyes, ANYTHING can happen. Novels like Lord of the Flies express this fact. So do our prison systems.
And so does the account of Michael the faggot.
But the story definitely doesn’t stop there. The next installment involves a training exercise so genius and diabolical that I’m not sure it would’ve been concocted by Men twice (or three times) the age Alpha Bob was at the time.
Hi, I have been with my bf now for around a year and recently I have realized that Im a faggot. Ive mentioned to him a few times that I would like him to be dominant around me, but so far only slight progress has been made in that regard. I love him and want to please him and serve him but don’t know if he’ll ever be alpha around me. Is there anything I could do that might unlock any potential alpha within him?
Before we get into this, I want to add this caveat upfront: we sometimes see Alpha qualities in Men we are overwhelmingly attracted to and serve, even when they aren’t truly Alpha. It’s something WE SEE IN THEM rather than WHAT THEY ARE.
But let’s assume that you have judged your boyfriend correctly and he really is a latent Alpha. The question then isn’t what he needs to do to become what you imagine, but instead what YOU must do to draw this out of him. Alphas are like lions … if you offer them the right kind of prey, they will pounce on it. Here’s what I want you to do:
Refer to him only as “Sir”
Greet him by kneeling and kissing his feet.
Show extra attention to his feet, massaging and kissing them throughout the day.
Back and shoulder rubs.
Do not sit with him as he eats or watches television. Instead, be kneeling beside him.
SERVE HIM by serving him his dinner and waiting until he’s finished before cleaning up and then eating your own food.
Tie up any loose ends in terms of domestic service. You should be doing it all impeccably.
These rather extreme adjustments should either cause him to pounce or recoil in disgust. Either way, you’ll have your answer.
Sometimes I look at other “Alphas” On Twitter and positively want to FUCK them Hard. There are some Real “Bulls” that I wouldn’t fuck with, but the majority of the “Young alphas” out there Make my pre cum Drip at the thought of Grabbing them and rutting them mercilessly as I would a submissive.They would fall in love with me! I look occasionally to see how other dudes use fags on Twitter. Call it inspirational if you will. Can’t escape the feeling that if I met them in real life, they would end up my bitch! Regards, Alpha Jaguar ps. Since you’re my go to for the fag perspective I thought I would ask: Weird or not? I guess I just like to conquer
My Master Jaguar! The legend returns after another stint stalking the jungle! I hope you and your loved ones are well!
As you know all too well, the Hierarchy is built based on levels of dominance. You are an Apex Alpha, so when you look at these so-called Alphas on Twitter, you see inferiors. And to be honest, I see inferiors as well, Master, and I’m a faggot. LOL
As you also know, many times Alphas like you must “force the issue” and make these fakes and imposters submit to you. My first Alpha had to make me get on my knees and take his cock in order to finally break the silence around my own faghood. Some people call this rape, but it’s not. It’s simply Alphas enforcing the natural order within the Hierarchy.
I would love it if you did exactly as you proposed and tested these so-called Alphas. You would be separating the wheat from the chaff, and distilling a finer and more purified Hierarchical structure. Alphas like you are the ultimate police officers of the Hierarchy, the judge, jury, and executioner of its rules. You will always have my encouragement in this process, Master.
I hope you are well, Master. It’s so wonderful to hear from you!
This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who discovered that his roommate Chin is a faggot and took ownership of the faggot’s life. CLICK HERE for all relevant posts in chronological order!
Much praise has been heaped upon Master Jin on this blog since I first met him in September of 2019. Back then he was just another straight Alpha living the life most college jocks do.
But then he was put in a dorm room with a faggot named Chin, and the rest seems inevitable when looking back on it. Jin took ownership of Chin, and they both learned how to fulfill their roles together, a sort of on-the-job training.
From there, Jin became a true Master of faggots despite being a straight Man. He enforced chastity, learned how to discipline, and truly came to value faggot ownership. His example led Masters Nick and Matt to own faggots as well, each following the path blazed by Master Jin.
I’ve called him many complimentary things; a visionary, a pioneer, a leader, a mentor.
But now let me add another: Master Jin is BRAVE.
I’m going to share this little incident from the other day. Master Jin recently started dating a girl he liked. But then he made a bold decision: he was going to tell her that he owns faggots.
Lots of straight Alphas use and own faggots, but they keep that on the DL (as we say in the streets) and away from the eyes of the females in their lives. In their mind, the admission of owning faggots is simply too personal and too scary.
But Master Jin is proud to own a faggot like Chin. He loves the service and attention Chin provides him. And he’s not ashamed to admit it.
So he sat the girlfriend down and told her that he owns and uses a faggot, and he will probably own more in the future.
The girlfriend predictably flipped out, upset and demanding that Master Jin stop messing with his faggot. In response, Master Jin said this:
I told her that it is not negotiable. Chin is always going to be my faggot.
Holy fuck!
Once again Master Jin is paving new paths for other Alphas to follow! This is EXACTLY the kind of example that will embolden other Alphas to be proud of their faggots and the worship they receive!
I thank Master Jin for never backing down and never fearing the opinions of others to the exclusion of what he wants in life!
This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’ve had this true story for more than a week. First of all, it took some time and further discussion to further verify the story. But secondly – and most importantly – it was one of those stories that tend to make people uncomfortable.
This site has never shied away from disturbing experiences of questionable morality. It’s been my belief all along that these are really things that happen between males within the context of Hierarchy, so they deserve to be discussed and understood.
This particular story occurred in the early-to-mid sixties, beginning when budding faggot Michael (ugh, so many faggots named Michael!) was only six years old.
And it began with Michael serving his two Alpha brothers.
Again, this is far from the first time I’ve covered this type of thing between brothers so it’s clearly happening. I’m not sure exactly how to explain this phenomenon, other than to suggest that the Hierarchical roles override the incestuous aspects of it.
Given the size of this story, I’m splitting into at least two parts. And given that some of the people in the story have died since these events took place, I will use their real names.
Here’s Michael to set up the scene:
I was six. The youngest of six children. My two older brothers were David (6 years older than me) and John (4 years older). David zeroed in on my fag status first. He was 12 and horny and i was six and pliable. I would do anything for attention.
David invited me to sleep in his bedroom with him one night and kept saying, “We are buddies, right?” I would do anything to be His buddy. He was tall and handsome and already a stud athlete. I was already exhibiting fag traits. I had a sibilant “es” when i spoke, was more interested in the cheerleaders than the football game, chose colorful clothing and was a known tattle tale. I even had to be told to stop carrying my books like a fag when i started elementary school. So, you get the picture. Stud older brother, sissy younger one.
David had his own room because he was the oldest of us boys. It was winter and the house was cool so when we got into bed, being a fag, i slid over next to David for the body heat. The lights were out. The house was quiet. Both my parents were functional alcoholics so were normally sound asleep every night by 9pm. David started letting His hands roam all over me. I was wearing white briefs and a pajama top that was a hand-me-down from one of my brothers. The bottoms were no doubt long worn out and discarded. He said it would warm me up. When He pinched my nipples they stood up hard and He asked if that felt good. I was a little and didn’t answer right away so He repeated Himself a little more assertively. “That feels GOOD DOESN’T it?” He followed that with “Answer me.” I picked up on the tone and quickly said, Yes! He was pleased and whispered this is what buddies do and it is secret. If you tell a soul then we can’t be buddies. I swore i would not tell. His hands went down and He slowly slip my underwear down and started stroking my junk which was hard as a spike already.
This was the icebreaker. What He really wanted was my hands on Him. He told me to do everything to Him He had just done to me. I started but was too slow and He took both of my hands and directed them straight down to His big boy stiff cock. Once He had me stroking Him the correct way He lay back and just enjoyed being jacked off. Oddly, He never ejaculated in front of me. I am certain He did finish the job once i fell asleep. The next day He and John watched me closely. They were around me all day it seemed which was odd as they usually went out of their way to avoid me so they could do big boy stuff. Not this day though. One or the other popped up every time I was around my mom or dad. That night David asked if we were still buddies. I of course said we were. He said, you know if you tell anyone we won’t be. I recognized a veiled allegation when i heard it even at 6. You learn those nuisances quick when you have a large family. I insisted i had done nothing to jeopardize my new found buddy status!
Time for bed buddy. Second night He dispensed with the foreplay and told me to get under the covers and get friendly with His cock. I scurried under the blankets and found He had already lost His underwear. He told me to get between His legs and lay facing His dick. I was under there stroking His big cut cock for my buddy and He said, “Do you like him?” I answered i did like it and thought it was pretty. He said, “if you like it you should kiss it.” Smack….that kiss landed right on piss slit. He said do it again and this time stay longer and use your tongue to taste it buddy. Buddy was like a magic word! In no time He had my fag mouth slobbering all over His dick, sucking and kissing it and licking and kissing His balls. I got tired and fell asleep and he finished the job.
Next day I was surveiled once again and passed the test. That night my other brother said “Wanna be my buddy tonight?” Damn, word was out and the buddy sharks were circling me. This arrangement went on for two years until David was 14 and had a girlfriend. I cried when He told me i could not be His buddy anymore. By then i was used to a steady diet of dick meat and took orders very well indeed. My other brother John continued using me to jack him off and rubbing his huge cut cock up and down my ass crack always hoping for an opening to pop my cherry, but i never would allow it. Don’t judge me too badly. I know a good faggot jumps on a dick when told to, but I learned that lesson from my next owner.
I’ll stop there, because the story of Michael’s next owner – a young neighborhood Alpha named Bob – is much larger and more complex.
In all of these kinds of stories we see a fair amount of predatorial brainwashing. This was especially effective in the sixties, long before things like the internet opened people’s eyes to these situations. Little Michael was on his own and defenseless.
But notice – Michael doesn’t sound angry or regretful about the situation he endured. Why? Because, like me with my rape, Michael can see the Hierarchical truth behind what happened.
The next installment will cover Michael’s first true Master … at the age of eight. Stay tuned!
I know this video seems like porn fantasy, but California Alpha has described trade parties similar to this conducted by him and other wealthy faggot Owners.
At these parties the faggots are bought and sold like cattle, sometimes for tens of thousands.
An Alpha I met online suggests I have sex with his female slave for his amusement. But I find the idea of having sex with a woman repulsive. Should I comply anyway? I want to please him.
Boy oh boy this type of scenario comes up more often than I ever expected it to when I started this blog five years ago. I’m so grateful that none of my Alphas ever pushed this type of thing on me!
I’ve had sex with females. It was okay, just a little embarrassing, You’ll survive it. Just do it and get the issue behind you. Your Alpha will get a good laugh over it and probably move on.
Now if he wanted you to eat her pussy … that’s another story. Eating pussy is fucking disgusting.
Im a guy in my early 20’s, and i was reading the story of the faggot Michael, the one with the alpha father (that i dont believe he was an alpha at all), and some thing rang true for me. It turns out that when i fall in love i become somewhat of a resourceful fag: I cook, I take care of the guy, i like to make him feel good, give him bj’s, feet massage and all. But if the guy starts disrespecting me, or doesnt reciprocate, or becomes an asshole, i become competitive with him to the maximum, maybe subconsciously trying to overpower him… and i even start treating him like if he was a fag: i become bossy, vindictive, cocky, and sadistic towards him. With regular guys i take control always, during the dates, friendships, conversations… everything. Even at my workplace… But when im emotionally smitten, i become a puppy (sometimes even thinking “what the hell is wrong with meeeee?”
Am i a switch? or what?
I just want to point out the stupidity of you judging the Alphahood of someone you’ve never met at all while being unable to properly assess your own situation. Real swift.
You’re making a common mistake. You’re confusing bitchiness and vindictiveness with Alpha characteristics. I think you’re probably a faggot with an ego problem.
I was distressed to hear that my almighty Master has gotten pretty seriously sick. He took a COVID test yesterday, and we are all anxiously awaiting the results.
It’s hard to imagine such a powerful Alpha could ever get sick at all, let alone come down with a life-threatening virus.
My heart hurts that I cannot be kneeling by his side. I’m so grateful that he has his four faggots waiting on him hand and foot!
Hi, hope all it’s going well. More than a question I need an advice; 2 weeks ago I started to talk to an Alpha, literally the most perfect Male I encountered in my young life, we really shared fantasies and some likes outside sex, the day past and we agreed to meet each other, all went normal, but the day before our meeting he ghosted me and blocked me from all social media. I really swear I was respectful, followed every instruction he gave me and didn’t tried to get to intense. I don’t know how to handle this, I felt very sad, like I fail my purpose. Thank you for reading me.
Little brother, thank you for writing to me!
Don’t be upset. There are a lot of game players online, even among Alphas. Honestly, it’s pretty sad that an Alpha would act so cowardly. You deserve better than that for showing such bravery!
You did everything correctly and you have nothing to feel ashamed about. You definitely did NOT fail your purpose – HE FAILED.
What you do is stand back up, be grateful you didn’t end up with that pathetic excuse for an Alpha, and go out and find a real Alpha! There are great Men out there who would want to own you! Just don’t give up!
Faggots are different from any other creature on Earth. We exist solely for the service and worship of Men. This fact can be quite startling to straight Men the first time they encounter and experience faggot service.
I recently heard from a straight Man named Wyatt who wandered into the spiderweb of a hungry faggot and discovered the wonders of such devoted service.
I didn’t know much about the feeling of being worshiped but I put a post up on doublelist looking for someone to give me a massage and maybe jerk or suck me off.
I found a very submissive guy who called me sir and was so focused on every detail of helping me relax and so eager to serve me. I really got off on it. From washing me in the shower to constantly complimenting my body, the whole thing was hot. Getting off was good, but that’s not what I enjoyed the most. I liked the total dedication to my needs.
This is how it goes. Men want this kind of service, but they never know where they can get it or how much they can take. With faggots, they discover that they can literally take anything they want.
Now Sir Wyatt is looking around for more faggots in his area so he can have more worship! Another Alpha is born!
This article by Sir Max Potter was inspired by his response in the comments section (CLICK HERE).
Not all Alphas want to ruin the lives of their Fags. Owning a Fag comes with a lot of responsibility. Where Alphas may make it tough on the Fag, wise Alphas will assure the Fag can continue to serve.
A Fag may have a spouse, job, bank account. If the Alpha costs the Fag these, it may break the Fag so severly as to no longer be abe to proivde the service the Alpha deserves. A Fag’s spouse may see like a distraction, but for a Fag in a happy marriage, the Alpha breaking it up will send the Fag into a tailspring of depression, so service could be discontinued or at least dispirited. The same is true for forcing the Fag to quit (or to lose) his job. If he’s been providing money, that ends. How will he live or have a cell phone to be summoned? Will the Alpha move the Fag into this house?
A wise Alpha will not destroy a Fags life, but assures the Fag is not distracted by those problems and can focus on the Alpha. Some of the articles on this site describe Alphas bring in Fags to live with them, or be sure they finish school. By managing the Fag, the Alpha gets a better servant. A servant more dedicated to the Alpha.
Some Alphas do disregard the life state of their Fags, and by doing so the Fag may feel compleled to withdraw service, or be made unable to serve. Burning through Fags means you have to constantly train new ones in your preferences.
Alphas who want a talented Fag devoted to him will assist the Fag, even if that is limited to not interfering. Guiding the Fag in staying loyal to marriages, working hard at their job, means the Fag will be on call and ready for years, providing more and more unquestioned service and more tailored to the Alpha’s preferences.
For an Alpha, providing good guidance is an inborn ability. For a Fag, following such good advice is a gold mine.
I have a “straight” boy who I use to fuck. When he got a girlfriend he said he wanted to stop. But recently has told me he still wants to suck my dick. I had him come to do it and he begged me to fuck him, that he missed daddy’s cum. Should I tell him he needs to dump the bitch if he ever wants this nut again?
Thank you Sir for writing!
I think it’s imperative that you breed this boy immediately and often. This poor faggot is trapped in a prison of self-delusion, and your cock is the key that can set him free.
Being fucked by a Man is a traumatic reality check for closeted faggots. When you’re bent over or held down and fucked/bred by a Man, there is simply no way to excuse that away. You can fuck away the lies that are blinding him.
As far as ordering him to break up with the girlfriend, I advise that you do not do that, Sir. You don’t want to introduce too many changes, which could very well cause the faggot to panic and shrink back. The faggot needs to come to his own conclusion and make changes based on his own courage and convictions rather than a direct order forced upon him.
Meanwhile, you’ll have the pleasure of fucking and breeding him … and let your cock and cum work their magic!
This thread follows the development of Tanner, an experienced cash fag, as he begins his journey beyond findom and into real-time service. CLICK HERE to follow this thread in chronological order!
Anybody who has followed this blog for a decent amount of time knows that I’ve had a change of heart about financial domination (findom). I used to rail against it constantly, and in the process I would hurt and offend the many cash fags in my audience. But after developing several meaningful relationships with both cash fags and cash Masters, I slowly changed my stance.
But while I now consider findom to be a viable expression of service to Alphas, I still think it’s nowhere near as effective or as life-altering as real-time service. That’s why I’m always pushing for cash faggots to reach out and find local Alphas they can serve in person. It makes a huge difference.
Which leads me to Tanner. This cash fag has been following this site since the crazy early days on Tumblr. It seems that, after many years of serving as a cash fag, he may finally be ready to emerge from his findom cocoon and fly like a beautiful, faggy butterfly.
Here’s the gift he gave to me the other day:
I followed you on Tumblr back in the day, and recently discovered your website and podcast! It’s definitely helping me a lot!
I have been exploring my submissive faggot-slave nature via findom online for years. It has been a great journey of self-discovery, but I’ve been hearing an inner voice saying that only real-life submission will truly satisfy me. I have also spent over $20,000 through the years (could be more, I really have no idea, need to add it up someday…) and I don’t regret any of it! Sacrificing for the incredible men I have met online over the years has taught me a lot.
((**This paragraph is an aside point: more for context about myself: I think I am only attracted to straight Alpha men, so I haven’t been really focused on sexual service because I don’t expect any straight alpha to actually want a faggot to suck their dick. I was shocked to hear about the Alphas from Toronto because I live in a smaller city just 50 minutes away and I still find it hard to believe any straight guy would allow that, but I am open-minded to the possibility.)
Anyway, this is the story about how a year ago I did something I never imagined I’d have the balls to do… I approached this Alpha named Adam at my gym, to hand him an envelope containing $100 saying “From a fan(g)”. (I actually made the ‘g’ in a dotted line on top of the ‘n’ so it could be read as either word…
I knew he was a real Alpha because I was introduced to him by this cashmaster I served for a short while online like 5 years ago, who lives in another city in my province of Ontario. This cashmaster was on steroids so I was asking him if he knew anyone that could sell me some because I was sorta interested in trying. He connected me with this old friend of his named Adam who is a bodybuilder about 30 minutes away from me. Then he joked: “but don’t go serving him now…” so I realized his friend might also be an Alpha. So I got Adam’s number and we eventually met at a gas station for me to purchase some roids. I was nervous and he almost gave me a heart attack when he jumped into the passenger side of my vehicle. I was blown away by his size and energy, I had never been so close to a real Alpha! We just talked a bit and he was also really nice, told me to add him on instagram @AlphAdam … “OMG the name I thought… good thing I added extra money to his envelope!!”
I didn’t even add him on Instagram right away because at the time I was like afraid he would see how much of a fag I was. I hadn’t reached the “Acceptance” stage you brilliantly talk about in episode #63 Acceptance of your podcast. So I just lurked in the background for a while because at the time he didn’t even live in my city. He was really interesting on Instagram though – not afraid to put himself out there, always posting stories from his unique life, going on amazing rants about life. I was so entertained and impressed by this lone wolf, cocky-as-fuck, mouthy, 29-year-old Alpha muscle god who owns like 6 dogs, a Mercedes, and a house that he rents rooms out of. An incredibly hard-working, regimented beast who sleeps like 5 hours a night, works out like twice-daily, eats whatever he wants and also has a heart of gold.
As I began to learn that long-distance online servitude via findom had its limits and was probably not the best route for me long term, I began to fantasize and wonder how I could possibly serve a real Alpha some day. It seemed like a far off dream but I fantasized a lot about things like domestic service. I would think to myself “imagine if a man like Adam would let me rent one of his rooms and then I could help him out around the house!!!” What a dream…
Imagine my intrigue, when one day I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of my gym, smoking up before my swim, when I saw a Mercedes parked near me that looked just like his! I checked the license plate against his pics on Insta like a crazy stalker, and my heart started RACING as I realized he was in there working out! Now, he would talk on Instagram about how he liked to go around to different gyms in nearby cities to workout sometimes, so I had no idea he had actually moved to my city. I would not have had the guts to do what I did next if I thought he would ever see me again. I immediately walked to the nearby hotel to their ATM in the lobby, took out $100, and asked the concierge for an envelope. I knew I would see him somewhere in the gym, and of course there he was immediately as I entered the workout area, in the semi-private stretching area… how am I so blessed. My god I was nervous, I went up to him and could barely speak but I managed to basically say “Hi Sir, sorry to interrupt you, I just wanted to say thanks and let you know I’m a big fan of your instagram, it has really motivated me and I wanted to show my appreciation”. He friggin’ loved it…
Then, imagine my horror, when I realized he actually lived in my city and went to my gym every day! I would have to occasionally run into him and I was horrified and scared. It was what I needed though – to be seen and accepted as a faggot! I was surprised that he was really chill and pretty comfortable with it. Things didn’t progress very fast though, it literally took a year!! I would offer to buy him weed from time to time, and once contributed a good amount to his GoFundMe for one of his dogs to get emergency surgery… but I was used to something different online, and some of this hidden world was new to him. I would try to tell myself he didn’t really “get it” – for example, when he wasn’t really comfortable calling me a faggot at first. It was a slow burn, off-and-on over about a year, with us both learning from each other, for me to finally realize today that what I’ve always wanted has been right in front of me! Another reason it took a year is I was distracted by my scouring the internet for the most incredible, real and magnetic Alphas online — I found a couple that blew my mind. Basking in their intense energies was like a religious experience at times. I thought I had found my true forever master – this super wise, scarily powerful guy from Russia (whom I still think I might serve in some capacity forever) but the language barrier and downsides of long-distance finally led me to today…
Adam and I hadn’t talked in months but lately I was really into watching his stories and today I commented on a couple of his pictures (I usually hide…). His instincts kicked in right away, and he made his move by telling me to buy him some weed (lol). Thanks to my spiritual transformation with my Russian master, I think I was feeling so accepting of my true fag nature that I was able to speak to him in such a frank and open way that we launched into an epic conversation where I realized he actually is far greater of an Alpha than I even imagined. In an instant I was his. I’m embarrassed it took me so long to realize I am literally made to serve him, but it never would’ve happened if I didn’t have findom (and your blog/podcast!) to help me deeply accept and embrace my true nature.
The rest of the story is yet to be written – I don’t think he even realizes how serious I am, but I’m just telling you, I feel a “deep knowing” right now that the next phase of my life has just begun. Serving him will be my sole focus. He will motivate me to be my best: a strong and healthy slave for him. I dream of one day being his tenant, serving him financially with the help of my $100K/year income and helping him walk dogs, cook and clean. (I don’t imagine it will be sexual service, the most I could dream of is to be able to worship his feet or lick his ass, even just once… oh god who knows) I will try to keep you updated on my progress!
This is a HUGE development! Why? Well, like I immediately told Tanner, this Alpha is going to use him! Yes, of course he’s going to use him financially … but he’s also going to use Tanner as a personal faggot and, most likely, as a sexual slave.
Why do I say this? First of all, he’s a bodybuilder. and all bodybuilders love to have their bodies worshiped. Secondly, this Alpha has clearly had faggots offering him things in the past given how comfortable he is with Tanner’s approach. And thirdly, the aggressive way he demanded service of Tanner as soon as Tanner made his availability known.
You just watch! If Tanner continues to cultivate this, it’s going to yield delicious, cum-flavored fruit!
My adorable little fag brother Alex wrote this to me this morning as he was on his way to Master Matt’s condo for another breeding. I wanted to memorialize this because it’s such a crucial place for faggots to reach in their development.
A few days ago Master Nick contacted me and told me he wanted to cunt Michael, Master Matt’s new faggot. I knew it was coming, but I wasn’t expecting it so soon.
Then Master Nick said, “I’m thinking about giving Alex to Matt to fuck while I’m cunting Michael.”
This presented an interesting wrinkle. Anyone who has been tracking this story might remember how Master Matt essentially raped Alex last fall with one of his legendary power fucks.
The Alphas told the two faggots to meet them at the gym Saturday morning. Full of excitement, the faggots put on spandex shorts (to show off their cages in the gym) and met up with their Masters. Masters Nick and Matt worked out by themselves, leaving the faggots to do whatever faggots do besides work out at a gym. Most guy watching.
“Sam,” texted Michael, “Nick and Matt are both walking around with hard-ons while they work out!”
So the stage was set for the rest of the day!
The four of them went to Master Matt’s condo. When they got inside, the faggots dropped to their knees and began kissing the feet of their Masters while they took off their clothes. Then the Alphas took the faggots into the bedroom. There, they put the faggots side-by-side on the bed, and the fucking began, Master Nick plunging into Michael and Master Matt ramming Alex.
It was not a gentle, romantic fuck session. I found out later that the two Alphas were having a competition between each other to see who would cunt their faggot first. So with bragging rights on the line, both Alphas were mercilessly hammering away at their respective faggots.
But, truth be told, there probably isn’t a Man on the planet who fucks harder than Master Matt, and soon enough Alex was “screaming like a bitch” (Master Nick’s words) from Master Matt’s relentless assault.
SIDE NOTE: Alex claims he cried out for Master Matt to stop, but none of the others heard him say that. I will refer back to this later.
Soon after the screaming started Master Matt felt Alex’s pussy muscles clamp down on the end of his cock and all the familiar traits of cunting occurred. A few seconds later Michael experienced a cunting right alongside his brother.
Then both Alphas shot their loads simultaneously, sealing the deal.
After the faggots cleaned off the cocks of their Masters, the foursome headed to Master Nick’s place. When they arrived, Master Nick’s remaining faggots greeted them on their knees at the door and kissed their feet.
Then Master Matt grabbed Lee and took him into one bedroom to breed him, while Master Nick took Yul and Oliver into his bedroom and bred both of them. While all of this was happening, Michael and Alex began making a dinner of roast chicken with a couple of sides.
After some time of hard fucking, the faggots came out of their respective rooms to join their fag brothers in the kitchen. The Masters, drained beyond belief, both took pre-dinner naps.
But the pause was short-lived.
As dinner cooked, Yul and Ollie snuck into Master Nick’s room. Yul woke him up by licking his balls. Soon, Master Nick was fucking the two faggots once again! Meanwhile, Alex and Lee went in to wake up Master Matt, and they both got fucked again! (You see, Alex went right back to Master Matt for more!)
When dinner was ready everybody came out exhausted and disheveled from their rooms. Masters Matt and Nick were still naked. They sat down at the kitchen table and were served their food. Master Nick ordered the five faggots to eat their dinners kneeling at the coffee table in the other room.
When dinner was finished, Masters Nick and Matt got up and walked into the living room. As they sat down on the sofa, Master Nick said: “Faggots, we’re going to have a worship session. Get to it NOW.”
So all five faggots scampered to their feet and began worshiping them. One faggot per foot, plus an additional faggot on their cocks. The faggots would trade positions like a well-oiled machine, each taking turns serving their cocks.
Eventually they concentrated solely on sucking their cocks and ending (somehow) with cumshots from both of them!
At the end of this exhausting day of faggot breeding, Master Nick simply said “FAGGOTS are the best!”
And Master Matt said, “We feel like Gods!”
Indeed they are!
POSTSCRIPT
Somehow Master Matt awoke this morning with a semi-hard dick and wanted more fag pussy. So he called Master Nick and asked if he could use Alex for the day, and Nick quickly agreed.
So Alex and Michael spent this morning cleaning up Master Matt’s condo while he worked out. And when he returned home, he fucked both of their brains out.
Most PORN STARS can’t fuck like these two young Alpha Kings in Toronto!
Master Nick (along with Master Matt) has spent the day emptying his balls into all five of his faggots today. This is what he just sent me inbetween sessions. #HierarchyIsTruth
I have long followed and promoted a young Alpha who goes by the name @Wagyu_99 on Twitter. Built like a Greek statue and beautifully-endowed, he was mysteriously very quiet and largely ignored on the platform.
Then I got involved and started a relentless promotional campaign for him. It actually offended me that nobody seemed to be worshiping him!
Now he has almost 60,000 faggots following him, and I am a much happier boy these days because of his success.
He recently released pieces of a fuck session online, so I pieced them together into a long video highlighting his fuck stages.
This slave is married and, as per its Master, remaining chaste sexually to honor its husband. Its husband has ED and a bad heart, so “the little blue pill” is not an option. Master Max requires this slave to practice its ass with a dildo daily. Is it possible for a faggot to self cunt with a dildo?
I personally don’t think it’s possible to self-cunt. Cunting is both a physical and emotional process that often requires incredibly powerful rutting to occur. That’s just not possible to replicate with a dildo or vibrator.
Would your husband (or Master Max) be opposed to you finding an Alpha that can give you this experience?
Here’s why I ask this – not only would you need an Alpha in order to be cunted, but also faggots do need to be fucked and bred in a general sense anyway. Faggots are like flowers that wither and die without regular feedings. Without the discipline of Male cum, faggots tend to go off-course.
But I don’t mean to step on anyone’s toes here. Ultimately it’s your relationship, and you’ll need to make decisions about what’s right for YOU.
Breeding is a quintessentially Masculine act. It separates Men from boys, players from pretenders.
Alphas like @totalalphatop are almost uniformly breeders. There is something almost holy about this type of breeding, because it reinforces Hierarchy and transforms faggots.
I’ve been getting into this D/s, Master/slave, Alpha/faggot dynamics. When I first got into it I tried submitting and found that…enjoyable at times, but it always felt like work and I always kept thinking that these “Alphas” were subpar. I could just be the luck of the draw but I only had bad experiences. Recently I have been Dominant and boy does that hit differently. I think I prefer it frankly. I get more satisfaction. Still somewhat curious about submission, but I think that’s more out of a desire to have new experiences. Would you suppose this dissonance with submitting might imply Alpha hood? I enjoy it more.
Sir, thank you for writing to me!
Congratulations on your journey into the realm of Hierarchy! I think you have already learned that this is really the truth about human sexuality, and when we explore this dynamic and fulfill our individual purpose we can find peace.
Which brings us to you. Please know up front that you are not alone with this unusual experience. I’ve encountered and counseled Alphas like you who mistakenly thought they might be a sub or a faggot.
Why does this confusion occur? In some cases, I discovered that the Alpha had some sort of childhood experience or trauma that caused him to think he was a faggot. But overall, I think people who are unsure of their sexual preferences (like you) gravitate toward faggotry first because it is the more extreme position. Then, once they try it and find themselves unsatisfied, they realize that they are probably Alpha (and this is verified through experiences).
That latter example perfectly describes you, Sir.
I absolutely think you have been a latent Alpha waiting to blossom. I think as you use more faggots and even own some, you will find the power your soul has been craving will grow and you will begin to feel “home” with yourself and your place.
Sir, I really commend you for being honest with yourself and approaching the problem with healthy curiosity and humility! You are finding your way, and I couldn’t be happier for you, for the faggots who get to serve you, and for the Hierarchy at large. We are all better for it!
Like every faggot, I fucking adore balls. There’s something so lustful about a pair of swinging nuts! They’re the most delicate and sensitive body part on a Man’s body, yet they imply such strength and potency!
One of the hottest porn pages on the internet is Just Call Me Henry. He’s an Alpha blessed with a big fat dick and a greedy heart. He knows that faggots belong on their knees or bent over so they can take his cock.
But maybe my most favorite thing about him is his VOICE. His groans and dirty talk really trigger me!
You can follow him on Twitter (@justcmh) or at xtube.com/profiles/justcallmehenry.
Man sex is rarely clean and neat. It’s full of animal urgency in filthy, uncomfortable spaces. It happens in secret places where nobody can hear the growling and screaming, the struggle of bodies. It ends with a Man gasping happily over a dripping fag’s hole.
This post may be geared more towards my Alpha brothers, though faggots might gain some valuable insight.
I heard an interesting observation yesterday.
“No matter what a woman does, society never questions that she is a woman.
No matter what a faggot does, it’s still a faggot.
But to be an Alpha, a Man must prove Himself every day.”
Elite strength in body, courage of heart, mastery of hands and honor in action – all of these things which I believe define the best of Alphas – will not develop within an Alpha who is too weak to embrace conflict. Being an Alpha is to embrace tragedy.
To an Alpha, comfort is death. If we cannot wake up each day and challenge ourselves towards these four Alpha-defining virtues – strength, courage, honor and mastery- in the face of constant personal and societal push-back, we are not worthy of Alpha status amongst other Alphas.
This hyper discipline and relentless drive is why Alphas generally have a hard hand with faggots. We live our lives walking into chaos in hopes of making something glorious. We are mercilessly demanding of ourselves and therefore, by nature, demanding of a faggot. When we finally stand over you at the end of a long day, we demand your full attention, impeccable listening comprehension and immediate execution of any task we require. This is the discipline that defines our personal development. This is the discipline that grows our kingdom. And this is the discipline we exert over our faggots as well.
Sadly, a lot of betas snarl at the word Superior when referring to Alphas. They see Alphas as arbitrarily egoic and in need of constant validation. And while Nature impersonally favors Alphas with potent virility and elite physical characteristic, an Alpha has to earn his greatness every day for Himself and his Alpha Pack.
An Alpha who is respected in His Alpha Pack, would likely be worthy of the word Superior because that is the bar He sets for Himself daily. And as a result, his accomplishments, his mindset, his personal and professional victories, his sex life, IS Superior.
It’s more than ego. It’s more than just natural selection.
Think more deeply about Alphas, faggots.
When an Alpha takes you by the neck and forces you into submission, think to yourself: these are the masterful hands that build kingdoms.
When an Alpha drains your body of all resistance by shoving His sweaty, hard pecs into your faggot face, be grateful for the heart of courage that resides behind that powerful shield of muscle you worship.
When you worship Our feet, consider how far we’ve walked to bring honor and justice to this world.
When you lie underneath the weight of our towering frame, recognize that Our strength is superior because of our discipline.
This is how you begin to understand what WORSHIP really means, faggots.
We are more than your porn. We are your religion.
We are more than many women, betas, and faggots ever see. Remember, there are nuanced reasons why we do what we do. Nothing is arbitrary. This should solicit your awe, your worship, your fear, and the feeling that you are safe in our arms.
I recently received a frantic series of text messages from Michael, the new faggot of Master Matt.
“Sam, my pussy has changed shape!” he exclaimed worriedly.
Knowing what Michael’s new pussy had been through recently with Master Matt’s giant cock, I understood the issue instantly. “Yes, I know,” I replied, “it’s okay.”
“But Sam, it looks like a pussy! Master said it looks like a real pussy!” he repeated.
“It’s okay, brother. It’s normal.”
One of the great miracles that comes from a Man fucking and cunting a faggot is the actual transformation of the faggot’s body into something unique in the human family. The faggot turns into a slave, an object, the personal property of a Man through physiological and metabolic changes resulting from deep breeding. And, from a physical standpoint, the faggot’s throat effectively becomes a Fleshlight.
And, most crucially, the faggot’s hole becomes a literal pussy.
As the picture above shows, a well-fucked fag hole becomes slit-like and develops “lips” around the rim. The muscles inside the faggot’s pussy become trained to mimic the stroking necessary to bring the Alpha to orgasm the way a female vagina does.
This new pussy, when combined with chastity of the faggot’s dicklet and/or jockstrap, makes the faggot appear most feminine. This physical transformation of the faggot’s body makes it more palatable for Men, particularly straight Men who like the look and feel of female vagina.
And this creation of a female-like pussy from the hole of a faggot is caused solely by the power of Alpha cock!
And Men love the look of a faggot’s pussy!
Some faggots object to the use of the term “pussy” to describe their hole, but as I’ve shown, active faggots do indeed develop a pussy by natural means through intense sessions of fucking and breeding. So the term is not only appropriate, but also necessary in order to describe its true function.
Faggots are a natural part of the Hierarchy, and like all things in Nature, the form fits the function. Through the fulfillment of its purpose a faggot naturally develops a pussy as part of its transformation into the thing Nature intended it to be.
Like poor Michael, this change can be shocking at first, even scary. But it is merely Nature’s way of remaking a faggot into a tool and piece of property useful to satisfy the needs of Men.
So rejoice in your pussies, by faggot brothers! Be proud! Your purpose in life is being fulfilled!
This post was originally written by a (now deactivated) Tumblr called @breaking-in-whores. I’m preserving this useful information for posterity.
Something I find slightly annoying as a dominant guy is how few (but otherwise completely good) sluts don’t really get how to do dirty talk. So here’s a guide based on my experience as a dominant man.
Inevitably this is going to reflect some of my personal tastes but hopefully it’s also general enough to be useful to any slut who wants to please a man by being the filthy talking whore he dreams about:
1. Beg
Most men, unless they’re unsafe assholes, don’t want to go too far and hurt you (at least not too much). This means their natural instinct is to hold back. But even if they’ve learnt not to hold back then it’s pretty much always the case that hearing you beg for more makes it easier to forget that nagging instinct and to know that they have an eager little slut to use.
So say things like “Please fuck my cunt/throat/ass” or “Please rape me/fuck me hard” or “Please make me your whore” and any variations on those themes. Whatever he’s doing, beg him to do more of it. Plead with him to use you. Not only will he love hearing you beg but he’ll also use you even harder as a result.
Win win.
2. You don’t “want”, you “need”
Hearing a whore say she wants your cock is nice. Hearing that she needs it is better.
You want him to know that you’re a mindless slut who needs to be used. Who doesn’t just want what he’s doing to you but who craves it. Much like 1) it helps him think that you really are a complete slut who loves what he’s doing to you.
So whenever you’re about to say “I want X” say “I need X” instead.
Say things like “I need your cock in my ass/cunt/pussy” or “I need to be filled with your cock” or “I need to taste your cum”. I guarantee he’ll appreciate it.
3. Flatter him
We all like compliments. Men especially like them about their cocks. It doesn’t matter how big he is or isn’t, or how well he fucks. If you want to make him enjoy himself then compliment him.
Saying things like “your cock feels so big inside me”, “oh my god, I love your dick” or “I love it when you fuck me like this/do X to me” will help stroke his ego and make him enjoy using you more.
You can also extend this to praising whatever he’s doing. If he’s making you feel good then tell him how good it feels, moan like a slutty little whore as you tell him how amazing his cock feels inside you (this also has the advantage that it encourages him to keep doing something you’re enjoying). Or if he’s hurting you then praise that as well, let him know that you’re a filthy pain slut and what he’s doing “hurts so good”.
All of these will encourage him to double down on how he’s using you and bring him more pleasure. And since that’s the only thing that should matter to a good little whore then this is definitely something you need to do.
4. You love being degraded
This one’s simple. If you’re having the kind of sex where dirty talk makes sense then it’s already going to be at least a little degrading and you wouldn’t be having that kind of sex unless you enjoyed it (or hate it but are addicted to it).
So all you need to do is make it clear how much you enjoy (and need – remember that from earlier?) being degraded and used. This will help spur him on to use you remorselessly to satisfy his urges so if you’re craving being thoroughly fucked and used then this is the kind of dirty talking for you.
The simplest way to do this is just to ask him to do degrading things to you – or to keep doing the degrading things he’s already doing. Ask for things that humiliate and objectify you and tell him how much you love them.
Say things like “I love being your worthless cum dump”, or “thank you for treating me like the pathetic fucktoy I am” or “please let me taste my ass on your cock” or “I love gagging on your thick cock”. Again, it doesn’t matter if you don’t actually like the kind of degradation you’re talking about or if he doesn’t actually do all the things you say you like when you’re dirty talking.
What matters is that what you’re saying will put him in the mindset to use you the way he most enjoys and lets him know that you’re his dirty little toy for him to use. And, trust me, that’s the kind of thing that will thrill him and keep him coming back for more.
5. Repetition
There are some things in life where the same thing happening over and over again can be boring. This is not the case with fucking. If you love a particular position then you’re going to enjoy fucking more, not less, if that position is one you use every time you fuck.
Similarly for guys, if there’s a bit of dirty talk they like then hearing it on a regular basis will make fucking better, not boring. If there’s a particular genres of porn he likes then odds are he’ll usually watch porn in that genre. In the same way, if he likes his girl begging to taste his cum then odds are he’ll usually want her to say that every time he’s getting ready to cum in her mouth.
So if he gives a sign of liking something then continue on that theme. If he’s fucking your ass and you feel his cock twitch when you tell him you love being his ass slut then you’ve hit upon a topic that turns him on. So don’t just switch to something else, expand upon that theme. You’re not just his ass slut, you’re also his “filthy anal whore”, you need him to “ruin my ass with your huge cock” and you want him to “make me your anal slave” or any other variations on that theme you can think of.
The same applies to any other topic he seems to like. Don’t just say something once, repeat yourself over and over again and embellish what you’re saying. Return to similar themes every time you fuck. If it ain’t broke then don’t fix it as they say. So once you’ve worked out what gets him going then there’s nothing wrong with repeating yourself – if he enjoys you telling him that you “love your cock destroying my throat” then, guess what, he’ll enjoy that every time you say it.
So don’t overcomplicate things. If you’ve found something he enjoys then use it on a regular basis. It requires less imagination on your part and he’ll enjoy it more, not less.
6. Follow his lead
You’re not a mindreader so you won’t always know what a man likes. That’s why it’s important to pick up on the cues he gives you. In fact, this is one of the simplest ways to get into dirty talk if you’re new and nervous to the topic.
Just wait for, and encourage him to say something dirty, then seize on that theme and build upon it. 9 times out of 10 if he says something to you then it’s because it’s something he’d enjoy hearing you say to him.
So if he says “you’re a dirty little slut aren’t you” then the wrong response is just to say “yes” and keep on fucking like nothing happened. The correct response is to say “mmm, yeah, I’m a dirty little slut”,” I’m a slutty whore who loves getting fucked”, “please fuck this dirty slut Sir”, “I’m your slut, I’m your dirty slut”, etc.
You can very easily make him happy just by picking up on the hints he gives you and repeating back the things he says to you. In fact, if you do nothing else then just do this – because there’s nothing more frustrating than saying something dirty to a girl you’re fucking and her not embracing it and telling you the kind of things you’re hinting to her that you like.
Conclusion
So there it is. Six instructions to follow to be a dirty talking slut who’ll drive wild any man fucking you.
This guide is far from comprehensive and every man is different but if you follow what I’ve said then you shouldn’t go too far wrong no matter what.
I hope you’ll find this guide useful on your way to becoming a better fucktoy and, as always, if you follow my advice in real life then I’d love to know how it works out for you.
Well, I guess it depends on how you define “bisexuality.” I have known multiple faggots in heterosexual marriages with children. While these faggots love their wives and children, I wouldn’t call them bisexual. They’re more often faggots trapped in misguided marriages because they couldn’t (for a variety of reasons, but mostly due to a lack of courage) accept the fact that they are, in fact, a faggot.
I don’t judge these brothers at all. It’s not easy to accept that about oneself or express it in any meaningful way. Fortunately, the social winds are blowing toward freedom in most parts of the world, so hopefully people will be able to live their authentic self and not hide behind false fronts anymore.
Can Alphas serve and worship other alphas? im an Alpha ( I believe ) but recently I’ve been craving to be dominated but it feels faggy for me to do so like I can’t submit completely to someone but like I’m interested in worshiping other men and some men are just so fucking sexy that it’s so hard to not want to worship them but like I won’t because it’s not in my nature to be a fag what do you think
Thank you for writing to me Sir!
Yes, it is possible for Alphas to worship other Alphas. In the Hierarchical model I’ve described (CLICK HERE for more detail), there are multiple levels of Alpha Males. Apex Alpha Sub-Alpha Each level down is “subservient” to the ones above.
Keep in mind that the submissiveness I’m talking about among these Alphas occurs largely subconsciously. It’s not like a faggot, which is literally submissive and literally a slave to Alphas. Between Alphas, the submission is expressed in forms like admiration, respect, or imitation. When you meet these upper-level Alphas, you might subconsciously think that they are better looking or better than you socially or financially, and you want to be near them or cater to them. This is very natural, and not at all like a faggot.
You probably feel it’s sexual because Men equate power dynamics with sex. You can get “turned on” by your own power, or the power someone has over you. It has nothing to do with your sexuality or your Hierarchical position, Sir. It simply means that you’re sensitive to power dynamics and turned on by it.
If you’re overly curious about it, then perhaps find a fellow Alpha you particularly respect and submit to him. See how it feels for you. It can’t hurt you to try, Sir. Otherwise, I wouldn’t worry about it … this is relatively normal for Alphas.
From the moment Master Matt locked up and claimed Michael as his first owned faggot, one thing was certain: Master Nick was going to eventually mount and breed it.
Why? Between Alphas, the sharing of faggot meat with Alpha brothers is a bonding experience. There are few things better for an Alpha to hear than his brother complimenting him on his faggot, because it’s not just a compliment on the faggot’s attractiveness, but also the Alpha’s power and control over his faggot.
For a faggot, there is no better way to serve an Alpha than to be the reason for such a compliment.
So last Saturday it was determined that, after their workout in the morning, Masters Nick and Matt would return to Matt’s condo for lunch and a threesome.
Alpha Life! Isn’t it amazing?!?
So Masters Nick and Matt arrived at the condo to see Michael kneeling at the door. The faggot appropriately kissed both pairs of feet.
Master Matt ordered Michael to change into something sexier, and Michael immediately went into the other room. The faggot returned wearing only a jock strap to cover its chastity cage.
Then Michael served these two hungry Kings the lunch it made: spaghetti and meatballs. Master Matt had Michael kneel next to the table quietly while the Men talked and ate.
But having this obedient faggot kneeling silently at the table really triggered Master Nick; his giant dick was growing larger by the minute. Michael saw it rising in Nick’s pants and knew what was coming.
Then Master Nick got up, grabbed the faggot, and dragged it into the bedroom. There he began fucking Michael for a quite a while.
Then Master Matt walked into the room sporting a giant erection of his own, and shoved it down the faggot’s throat.
The Alpha brothers double penetrated Michael for a while until Master Nick could no longer hold back. He began squirting massive streams of his superior cum into Michael’s pussy. The sight turned Master Matt on so much that he started pumping a load down Michael’s throat.
Simultaneous breedings!
After the Kings finished, Master Matt commanded Michael to get in the bitch position so Master Nick could take a look at Michael’s cum-filled pussy. Then Master Nick carefully inspected Michael’s chastity cage to make sure it was securely fastened around the faggot’s clit.
Then the Kings retired to the living room to drink some beers (served by the faggot, of course) and revel in their own glory.
When I was talking to Master Matt about the encounter afterward, he said this to me:
“Nick was very impressed with my training.”
Remember what I said at the outset about how the ownership of good faggots are a special blessing to Alphas because of how the faggot makes them look in the eyes of their brothers?
Master Matt loves owning Michael not just for the excellent service, but also for the respect he receives from his fellow Alphas like Master Nick!
The accuracy of this faggot is astonishing. Most males (who are – ahem – not sitting due to chastity) have trouble hitting a TOILET BOWL let alone a little plastic cup!
I’ve known and seen some remarkable Alphas in my time, but few have stunned me into shock like Chinese Master Leon (@s67leon).
He takes Alphahood to the NEXT LEVEL!
I mean, Master Leon RIDES HIS FAGGOTS! Have you ever seen anything like this?!? And I’m not talking about the stupid, childish bullshit some Alphas do with cash faggots in their videos. Master Leon wordlessly gets up on his faggot’s shoulders and enjoys rides through the forests of China, onlookers be damned!
hey sam! I wondered if you’d heard anything more from the twins, Master Daniel and his twin fag brother tom. As a younger fag I found that story particularly enlightening and I’ve tried hard since not to let my age prevent me from serving Alphas.
I’d love to hear more from them!
This question refers to THIS STORY about identical twins who became sex partners.
I reached out to the faggot twin via email, and the email came back as undeliverable. I dunno … sometimes people freak out when they see their information or personal stories online on a website like this one. I do hope they’re okay, though!
This is going to be a (hopefully) brief message about important updates coming to FWA.
The most important current development: I am in the process of building a Craigslist-like CLASSIFIED ADS section into the site!
It’s very clear that this is probably the single most requested tool Alphas and faggots want in their search for service opportunities. I tried to fundraise money to build an app for this, but people didn’t support it. So now I’ve figured out how to build something very much like those beloved old Craigslist personals ads that should fill the void. Which brings me to the next subject …
The time of FWA being a free site is coming to an end. Until now, all of the work and expense of running a site this big has fallen on me. So far, the site has been running on my own love and passion for the message of Hierarchy, but those things don’t pay bills.
I don’t want to make the entire site a subscription-based site, but that might be happening. I could make the personal ads section a pay-per-use function, but I don’t know.
I am open to suggestions from the peanut gallery. Leave them in the comments below.
All I know is this: in whatever form the subscription takes, those wonderful people who have been Patreons until now will receive everything free for life. These are the people who stepped up and put their money down for the site, and I’m rewarding their faithfulness and support. It’s the least I could do for their inspiration.
Anyway, this is where we’re at right now. I’ll keep you updated as these changes roll out.
This thread follows the true story of Master Ahmed, a straight 21-year-old Apex Alpha who has discovered faggot ownership. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
In true Apex Alpha fashion, Master Ahmed has wasted almost no time expanding his empire of faggot slaves. He’s been expanding on two fronts: (1) in-person owned faggots, and (2) online cash fags. Both scenarios present new challenges for a straight Man just learning exactly what he can really have as a supreme being.
The New Faggot
Let’s start with his new faggot Valentin. The training of this faggot (one that resisted its purpose at first) has been steady, but increasing in detail.
Valentin has been making some progress: these days, I was pleasantly surprised as he has been spontaneously calling me “Sir”, or “Daddy” ! Until now, I did not require him to call Me “Sir”, but, as he did it by himself, I won’t complain. Two days ago, I commanded him to come over to my apartment, and he collected my piss in his blue water bottle. He had to drink it all day long the following day (yesterday)! I think he loved it (as he begged to come to see if I needed to be served). You’ll have to explain to me, sam, what you fags love about Alpha pee. I really don’t get it. I then wanted to have some fun: I commanded him to crawl on the floor whenever he wanted to move around in the apartment: it was so empowering to watch! I really felt like a King. To be honest, I already read your articles on “cunting”: it was very interesting. I decided to try on him. In fact, his (I almost want to say “her” hahaha) hole’s already a good pussy (and God knows I hardly find women capable of taking all my Cock). That was what happened: his cunt was literally WET. He didn’t even have to jerk!
I insisted that he probably didn’t actually cunt his faggot just yet. Then Master Ahmed added this beautiful detail to his molding of his new faggot:
I don’t know if I completely cunted Valentin. What strikes me most is the fact that he experienced a huge orgasm without touching his cock at all, at the precise moment when he was saying “Fill me, fill me, fill me with your cum Daddy…”. I did check and his hole was wide open with cum dripping out of it, contracting and dilating by itself, as if it was a living species by itself. I don’t believe that I cunted him yet, but with me dicking him down so frequently, it’s only a matter of time, haha. But I don’t want to be rough or hurried: after fucking him and having him clean my Cock, I took him in my arms to comfort him, and tell him how proud of him I was. He has to understand that he’s Mine, and that he doesn’t have to fear anything when I’m here. I’d definitely love, of course, to let you talk with him. However, he does not speak English at all, and, as I already said, he still feels very uncomfortable to assume his submissive relation with Me (in fact, I think he’s in love…). But I understand your approach (I understood that some idiots accuse you of telling fake stories) hope you’re not too rushed to talk to a fag of Mine. Anyway, I’ll soon, in the months or year to come, have more English-speakingfags to train, and you’ll be able to discover Master Ahmed’s subs. After all, my “Kingdom”, as you said, is still in the making, isn’t it? I decided to let you put on you next post a pic of my cock. Moreover, I’ll let you choose between this one, and another I’ll give you when your new post will be ready. Just let me know (and beg Master Ahmed to have it. You won’t have it otherwise).
So I begged:
Valentin went on a little family holiday, and when he came back he went directly to his Master:
Valentin came back. I still don’t want him caged. But I collared it. Now, he really looks like a pet. I gave him for the night all my dirty clothes of the week, and I commanded him to sleep on them tonight. Right now, he’s cleaning my shoes with his mouth, before cleaning my feet. Tonight, I’m going to breed him : it’s such a pleasure to leave one’s semen in a fag’s pussy, as if it was a female haha. Valentin feels so feminine.
So Valentin came back, and this happened:
Valentin was completely overjoyed. In fact, when I collared it, it stuck out his tongue like a dog. After cleaning my sneakers, and then my feet, I made it lick my ass. I sat on him, and it was like being a King sitting on his throne. To breathe, he had to sniff my butt, and to breathe while I was farting on him. I commanded him to wear his collar when he is in my apartment or when I am in his. However, I can’t understand this practice of caging a fag… It seems to me quite barbarian. A fag is a fag, sure, but it’s a human too. How is it possible to make such a violent act? I require Valentin not to cum until I tell him (it’s been two weeks it hasn’t) but I can’t stand the idea of caging it…
I was so proud to hear that Master Ahmed finally had his faggot lick his ass. I had been pushing him to try it because I know what it does for straight Alphas.
Now I need to convince him that caging his faggot is the best thing for it. Baby steps, people …
Ahmed The Cash Master
As I wrote before, Master Ahmed was originally not interested in becoming a findom cash Master. He felt it was beneath the station of an Alpha like himself.
Well, that seems to be changing.
Master Ahmed lives in France, and the attention he began receiving from faggots on this site were largely in America. This frustrated him, because he wanted to own them, too. So findom seemed like the best (or only) option.
You’re right, the American fags should be cash fags, as well as the Spanish one. I currently live in France. Try to contact them ok ?, and talk to them about me. I’m getting hornier and hornier about the idea of financially dominating someone. Of course, I’ll add my personal touch. I thought about it and I believe it’s even a condition to a healthy findom relationship. Don’t you agree?
Yes, I do.
So one of the faggots from this site (living in Chicago) submitted itself and officially became Master Ahmed’s first cash fag. This faggot, Eddie, was immediately enthralled to speak with this straight Alpha and began obeying his commands. One of the first was the demand to receive a pic of Eddie showing its pussy with writing on it declaring its devotion to Master Ahmed.
So now Master Ahmed is officially a cash Master as well!
Master Ahmed wants more faggots to serve him financially. As Eddie has discovered, Master Ahmed is a very kind and thoughtful owner. He could be your owner, too.
While we patiently wait for Master Ahmed to create a Twitter account, any faggots interested in being contacted by this straight Alpha should leave their contact information in the comments below. Believe me, he’s watching at all times and he’s very sharp.
What a joy to be a part of a great Alpha’s rise to ultimate power! I’m a lucky faggot indeed!
I recently moved into a new neighborhood. I got to know my neighbors and they had a 15-year-old son. He was awkward, nerdy, and seemingly anxious. Admittedly, I like that kind of “prey” when they’re not underage. However, this fucker has started trying to seduce me. It started as minor things: bringing gifts over, spending time at my house, compliments, etc. Then it escalated to him showing up shirtless this summer. He’s touchy-feely. He’s so awkward about it that it borders on adorable, but he’s really trying hard to bait me. He saw someone leaving my house last weekend (a guy I fuck regularly) and then he started asking questions and I can tell from his goddamn Cheshire grin that he has an inkling that there was at least fucking involved. He’s hormonal as hell. I know how that was. He’s remarkably bold for an otherwise nerdy fag. I guess I’m “safe” because he has plausible deniability from never actually saying “fuck me” and that he can get more openly randy with me figuring I won’t likely beat the shit out of him. But I wish he would stop. He’s getting bolder though. Any ideas?
This is an interesting “problem” to have!
We all know how it was when we were 15 years old and horny for older people. I had a neighbor (straight, married) that I wanted to suck off at that age, but fortunately I very rarely ever saw him so it never developed. So I sympathize with this young faggot stalking you.
The nice thing about this scenario is that this 15-year-old faggot will eventually be an 18-year-old faggot that you can then enslave as your new servant. Until then, it might be fun to enjoy the show while restraining yourself. Hell, you could even tease the little bastard, too.
When I was in my early twenties I got to be friends with a couple of Alphas who were 15/16 years old. They knew exactly what I was, and took great delight in teasing me with their feet and cocks. They would often tell me to give them foot rubs and pedicures. I never had underage sex with them, but it was fun to let them tease me.
I just think you should enjoy the attention for what it means about you and your power, Sir. Also, bear in mind that allowing this young faggot crush on you is helping the faggot feel comfortable with its burgeoning purpose as a slave for Men. Hierarchically, you are doing the Lord’s work, Sir.
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!
When I started using the terms “Protector Alpha” and “Destroyer Alpha,” I think some people thought I was being overly dramatic. This idea that some Alphas were superheroes worthy of extreme gratitude and worship seemed over-the-top.
And yet, we see Alphas in their day-to-day lives performing tremendous acts of heroism that often go unappreciated by everyone except the females and faggots who serve them.
That’s why, as a faggot, I’m so proud to share the story told to me by Master Kyle, the young Alpha son of Sir Rob. Master Kyle has already had a lot of jaw-dropping moments since accepting his Alphahood and claiming faggots to own as part of his Kingdom.
But now he’s made a statement about his Kingdom: the innocent are safe in his shadow.
Read this:
I was walking home from my girlfriend’s house around 11 at night. It was dark outside and there was no one. I was walking with music in my AirPods when I heard a girl scream. I went towards the sound and I didn’t really think about what I was doing. I finally found in an alley a girl with a man over her who was obviously fumbling to get his pants off to rape her. I grabbed the motherfucker and shoved him to the ground before beating him up. I saw red and couldn’t stop. He deserved it.
I stopped and turned to that girl, in her early twenties, very pretty with red hair. I calmed her down and because she was in a state of shock she couldn’t talk or do anything. I took her in my arms and took her home. I didn’t really think about what I was doing but that was right in my eyes. My family was at the cabin out of town for the weekend so I had the house to myself. I put her in my bed and slept on the couch that night.
Next morning, she was feeling better and thanked me, I offered her a coffee, and after a bit of hesitation she gave me her number. She left. It was the first time I didn’t do anything with a girl I had bring home.
The next following days, I couldn’t stop thinking about people who actually got raped, that didn’t have someone who helped them out, like I did to that girl. I thought of you, how you must’ve felt like after you got raped. It got me angry idk why. I had to calm myself down on the punching bag for at least half an hour to evacuate what I was feeling.
The girl ( her name is Amber) and I text quite a bit. I went out with her a few times for coffee or walk together. I like her a lot.
You see what I mean? These Men are SUPERHEROES.
I feel like the luckiest faggot in the world to worship this King. I mean, he not only rescued Amber from clear danger, but then he even thought of me being raped and it angered him enough to beat up his punching bag.
So humbling!
I love Master Kyle with all of my silly faggot heart. He is astounding, a God-Man of unlimited power. I hope someday to kiss his feet and thank him for his greatness and benevolence!
It’s a question that merits thoughtfulness in a world that is loud with contradictions – contradictions about what a Man is, what a True Alpha is, and yes, what a faggot should be. I pondered a few of these contradictions in my last (first) blog post.
I want to explore what I believe to be two or three fundamental non-negotiables about Alphas. They’ll be more in later blogs, but for now…
Let’s start with the obvious – the basics. A definition that I imagine every Alpha and faggot can agree upon.
Alphas are 100% Penetrative – Men that instinctively Dominate with their Cock. This is in My DNA. It’s how I’m made. And this is intrinsic to every Alpha I’ve talked to. If We so much as sniff a hint of submission within you, We will own your cunt and your mind if it pleases us. It may be through means of mental manipulation, it may be through brute force. I’m certainly guilty of “tricking” a beta bitch into doing things to reveal its true nature as a Cock slut. This is the hardwiring of an Alpha, in my opinion. To this day, I haven’t really seen an anomaly to this.
I shouldn’t even justify this with discussion, but for the sake of addressing content on fagsworshipalphas.com, I know there has been light discussion from readers about “Alpha Bottoms”. Which frankly, for me is like an unruly dog that needs to be house trained. For all of time, Men have asserted their Superior Masculinity over a lesser fortunate beta, woman, or fag, by physically placing them in a position of sexual submission and seeding them with Their Cum. How, the FUCK is this “Alpha”. What you are, bitch, is an entitled bitch bottom that needs to be dismantled psychologically and sexually.
I’m always going to come back to Nature and Hierarchy. These things stand the test of scrutiny for time in memoriam. Look to this truth if you think spreading your pussy open and taking My Man Seed is anything other than submission to my Cock. Alpha Bottom is a fucking joke.
So, I assert the Active Position for every Alpha because I believe that it is a fundamental truth.
Now, in a faggots mind, being Dominated by Cock is as deep as they are capable of going with this conversation. Their logic and reasoning become numb in the presence of a slab of Alpha meat dripping with pre-cum Forget it. They have no more to give other than to keep their eye on the prize and do exactly as they are told. We can leave the faggots here for now. (Except for the truest of faggots who see the worship of Alphas as their religion.)
Another truth I believe to be fundamental to Alphas – Alphas are Archetypal Symbols of Masculinity.
But what does that mean? Just go to twitter and you’ll find a hundred twinky “findoms” who shave their body as much as a girl, primp as much as a girl, and have no signs of testosterone beyond their 21 year old sex drive and the need to make rent. And guess what, faggots respond because they can’t think passed the D. Alphas, remember this always – what a faggot responds to can not and will never be a gauge for what a Great Alpha is. They rush to the next shiny thing all the time, don’t fault them. They are a walking void for Cock and they don’t understand Greatness like We do.
Go back to the truth. Hierarchy. Nature. Nature has created POLARITY. It is this polarity that is absolutely essential to the relationship between an Alpha and a faggot. When an Alpha finally understands the power of polarity, They will forever use it to Their advantage. I am a disciple of polarity. Nature gave Men thick beards, chest hair, a larger frame, bigger muscles, hairy horse balls between our powerful hairy thighs, and a scent that permeates from our pits and crotch that naturally triggers submission. Alphas need the determination to vehemently defy societies domestication and refuse to emasculate themselves by shying away from the God-Like Masculine qualities that Nature bestowed upon Us. Display and exploit polarity as much as you possibly can – in your self-care and in your demeanor. Ignore the fags that chase after less masculine “Alphas”. They will be back when they’re through eating “fast food” and need a real meal.
As I see it, classic manliness is the most powerful contribution to polarity. That and the feminization of your faggot with body shaving, chastity, and other options. Polarity triggers something subconscious. In you and in the faggots. It solicits a deeper, more fulfilling submissive response from women and faggots. I encourage all Alphas to embrace all that is fundamentally masculine and use it for Your advantage.
Let’s talk about one last aspect of Alpha-hood that is likely most powerful and too often ignored.
Alpha Community.
Loner Alphas, or what some call “Sigma” Alphas, disappoint me sometimes because they fail to see the power of a community of Alpha men.
Consider this. A room full of Superior Men, enjoying camaraderie, doing Man Things. It’s intriguing to women, nerve-racking to beta boys, and thoroughly humbling to faggots. This situation naturally reminds them that they do not belong in this circle. The degree of Raw Masculine Power in Numbers of Alpha Men asserts the truth of Hierarchy more than anything ever could.
Alphas who want to strengthen and enhance their Alpha-hood, in my opinion, MUST be more open to connecting with other Alphas in whatever way fits their lifestyle. Iron sharpens Iron. Embrace everything about your Masculine Society. It’s a society that is exclusively Yours. So stop killing hours playing video games by yourself. Call up your Alpha brother and do something that fucking scares you. Become an adrenaline junkie. Go learn a few Manly hobbies. The bonding will make you better and you will gain an appreciation for Classic Masculine Culture – which is arguable the most effective reinforcement of polarity that I can think of.
I hope that this is helpful to my Alpha brothers. I also hope it makes some faggot out there collapse in awe of Alpha Greatness.
I wanted to pose this question because I think that it’s imperative that faggots as well as Alphas become more nuanced in their day to day understanding of what Alpha means.
I will preface by saying that I, while Alpha, will not profess to be at any arrival point with everything, including answers to these questions. I am truly committed to forever becoming greater and increasingly superior in my Alpha-hood and that includes the area of Masculine wisdom. In this, I have always vowed to be a truth seeker.
I do believe that sam the fag is on the right track when he acknowledges Hierarchy. Natures Laws rule all, and this will be our guide when filtering down our argument later on in following posts.
But for now, let’s look at the contradictions between our assumptions about what Alpha is and what nature teaches us.
Falsehood 1. Alpha men build Kingdoms and faggots are here not to build, but to serve, pleasure, and support the glorious vision of the Builder Alpha.
I know plenty of faggots that build their own little empires and your very own sam the fag is an example. (He is an entrepreneur. He is a business. And frankly, you faggots should be giving him money for being a resource geared to benefit Alphas like me – which in turn benefits you. Consider that for a moment. Check in with yourself. Are you actually showing your devotion to your position as a fag if you can’t even support the very resource that teaches you how to be a better fag to us Alphas and lets you in on our world? Shame on you faggots for be so fucking selfish.)
Side rant. Now back to the contradictions.
I also know “Alphas” who literally build nothing. They’re useless. They couldn’t fix a loose cabinet even if they had to. They have no entrepreneurial drive whatsoever. They don’t even have the self awareness to know how to be useful to this world, to a community. I reserve judgement on these Alphas and I have plenty of judgement there. But I’m just here to point out the contradictions.
(And I can hear you faggots justification in worshiping these useless Alphas. It’s their dick, eh? Let’s look at that next.
Falsehood 2. Alphas have the biggest dick. Nature favored their manhood and therefore it deserves to be placed on a pedestal to be worshiped.
There are thousands of faggots with huge dicks. I’ve fucked them. And there are thousands of Alphas with less than 9 inches. So what are you chemically responding too, faggot? We’ll answer this in a future post.
First of all, I will be transparent. I am anti-porn. I believe that it numbs a faggot to real life circumstances and results in them missing opportunities of service in the real world. I’ve seen it a hundred times with myself and other Alphas. Porn by nature conditions you to need larger-than-life situations to reach a high degree of arousal. Not that it can’t be educational for a buddy fag. But this is the exception, not the rule. And the conditioning on your mind will eventually require you to need greater and greater extremes in order to achieve the same dopamine high you have received in the past.
The filter you view your world is distorted by training your neurological pathways to only respond to extremes.
This is a scientific fact and you can reference studies in “Your Brain On Porn” to source.
Why does this matter?
Go back to nature. *It’s inconsistent with nature’s truth about what is Alpha to only allow dick size to determine your willingness and readiness to submit because as we stated before, this does not always reflect reality. And the reason for my side note about porn – you are becoming more and more useless as a faggot the more you train your brain to respond only to outrageous porn dick. Unless you wanna stay in your basement and never be of service to Alphas in the real world which come in all shapes and sizes, consider what you’re doing to yourself.
Okay, I’ll give you this. I can’t say I’ve ever seen a small dick Alpha. While it’s a generalization, I think it’s safe to say that Alphas are hung above average. Personally, I’m a true eight inches, thick, with a huge dick head that is made for breeding. Flaccid, it hangs thick and outward in a way that demands cock hungry bitches at the gym to trail behind me. Now, eight is well above average. But seven inches is actually above the average dick size and I can’t believe I’ve seen faggots abandon their duties and walk away from my seven-inch-hung friend to cruise some nine inch fucker in the locker room. It’s not like I don’t understand it. I understand you faggots want to be consumed by Cock and if you could handle 10 x 10 I’m sure you would try.
But don’t miss my point. Your priorities as a faggot are too often affected by the exaggerated realities habitually fed to you by your porn use.
Bottom line. If the occasional use of porn enhances your service to Alphas great. If it desensitizes the faggot and narrows it’s responsiveness, not good.
Concluding our second contradiction…
Again, there are thousands of faggots with big dicks (which I would cage, lol) and thousands of Powerful Specimens of Masculine Superiority which are not as hung as the porn you’re obsessed with.
I believe there may be other assumptions/contradictions we are guilty of too, and I’ll consider more and continue writing.
I welcome all thoughtful nuanced comments. Whether you agree with me or not, the quality of conversation around this is valuable to everyone.
What other contradictions can you find between our assumptions about Alpha/faggots and what Nature’s Laws are showing you? I’ll consider them and lend my thoughts.
After that, I’ll move to what this is NOT to what this IS on the deepest most subconscious level possible.
One of the great discoveries of this shitty year has been the revelation of Alpha Parker. Trapped in a long-term relationship, this stunning Apex Alpha has recently allowed himself to become unleashed. He is now claiming faggots left and right and basking in the glory promised him since birth.
Highly intelligent, Alpha Parker has been learning specific lessons from his experiences that illuminate important aspects of the Hierarchy. Since I worship this great Alpha and his impressive intellect, I wanted to carve out a place here to preserve his writing and where he can always express himself.
I will create THIS NEW PAGE to document his journey!
I don’t know the ins-and-outs of what goes through a fag’s mind. Cunting is kind of like the old Supreme Court definition of obscenity: I know it when I see it. Virgins are few and far between for me, but even with bottoms who have been topped there is something ‘new’ when I fuck them. The usual shivering you describe, occasional tears, breathlessness – all of this is there. Maybe it’s the sense of rush because – when it comes down to it – these guys (and women) want to be taken and taken good. There’s also the feeling of powerlessness, I guess. I can’t be sure what the bottom experiences and what’s different from any other guy who has fucked them. To be honest, it wasn’t until I saw more gay porn that I even had the idea that what I saw, and what my bottoms experienced, wasn’t remotely typical.
Sir,
Thank you for writing! You make an interesting point. Perhaps you are accidentally every faggot you fuck, but generally speaking, cunting is a specific event unrelated to virginal status or experience with Men. I was certainly cunted long after I lost my virginity, and I wasn’t cunted by every Man who fucked me. The same has been true with every faggot I’ve ever interviewed about this phenomenon.
I think it would be instructive to talk to you, Sir. You might have some Alpha perspective that could shed some light on this. If you have a chance, please write to me at fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com! Thank you Sir!
When a Man states “I’m going to cum” while rutting your hole, he is really making a statement of intention. He is telling you “I’m going to breed you.”
In that moment, everything goes blank. Fear disappears, and you become nothing but a receptacle of cum.
