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This post is part of a thread following Koko, a 17-year-old virgin faggot in London who has been enslaved by his sister’s 25-year-old Alpha boyfriend named Oscar. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
There are probably many faggots out there who have rough stories of initiation at the hands of a dominant straight Alpha. I’m one of them, of course, and I’ve covered quite a few other true stories of initiation like mine over the last six years of this site.
But I’m not sure if I’ve covered one quite as dramatic as the one currently happening to a 17-year-old faggot I’m calling Koko.
A couple of days ago I received a frantic and confused message from Koko, a closeted gay boy who lives with his parents and his older (unnamed) sister. It involved a surprise attack in the kitchen by his sister’s 25-year-old boyfriend Oscar.
I’m 17 yrs old and I’m gay but I haven’t come out because my parents are very conservative and I think they couldn’t handle it. Now my sister has a new boyfriend, he’s 25 and he’s really hot. He spends a lot of time at our house and a couple of weeks ago, I was in the kitchen making breakfast and he walked in naked (my parents had already left for work), his big cock was half standing and I couldn’t help myself but stare at it.
He seemed in a bad mood and as he walked in he said ‘come here faggot, I got a job for you’. I just stood there and stared at his cock, I didn’t understand what he was talking about and he walked over to me, grabbed my hair and pushed me down on my knees. He said my fucking sister was on her period again and wouldn’t let him fuck her but he needs to get off. Then he slapped me and said I have told you to get to work! I was absolutely confused and stammered that I wasn’t gay and he laughed and said he knew a faggot when he saw one and I should the fuck start sucking and he slapped me again and then he shoved his huge cock inside my mouth.
I had never sucked dick before and I didn’t know what to do and he started fucking my throat till I had to puke. I felt so ashamed but he didn’t stop till he came down my throat. Then he pulled out and said Fuck, next time I’ll fuck your ass. And he walked back into my sisters bedroom. I was left absolutely destroyed and confused.
I don’t know what to think of it and I’m scared he will fuck my ass when my sister is on her period again. I can’t look into his eyes and I’m afraid my sister will find out and tell my parents. I can feel his eyes on me when we’re in the same room and when he’s alone with me he calls me faggot and grabs my ass. A couple of days after he had made me suck him he said he had thought about it and he would think it was my natural duty to serve him when my sister couldn’t or didn’t want to. I didn’t know what to answer.
He also wants me to have breakfast ready for him when he gets up and i do it because I’m scared he might tell my parents that I’m gay. I have so many contradicting feelings at the same time. I’m ashamed but something inside me feels proud that he finds me hot. What do you think?
I, of course, told Koko that this behavior is pretty standard for a very dominant Alpha who has sniffed out a faggot. Then Koko added this:
This morning he pulled me aside, pulled down my boxers and slid his finger inside my hole!!!! He said I was wearing the wrong underwear and I should change that. Does he want me to wear thongs or jockstraps? I’m so confused.
I explained to Koko that Alpha Oscar has laid a claim on him and he’s taking control of what he considers his new property. I also explained to Koko that he needs to go to the store to get lube and a sexy jockstrap and probably a buttplug or dildo because it was clear that Alpha Oscar was preparing to pop Koko’s cherry. This frightened Koko, so I commanded him to make plans to go to the store immediately to get those items in the hopes that taking action might ease Koko’s apprehension.
I didn’t hear from Koko for a while, and I assumed he had followed my direction and gone shopping. But then I received this:
OMG You won’t believe what happened. I was just about going out to get those things you told me to get when he (Oscar) came in. He asked where my sister was and I said she’s out riding and I wanted to get out and he grabbed me and said that was good because he had a present for me. Then he pulled out a bag and told me to open it. It was a jockstrap! He said he had worn it as he was working out and that he had cum on it. And I thought that’s disgusting but he told me to smell on it and I don’t know but it actually smelled kinda interesting.
Then he told me to put it on and I said yeah I will later (after I would have washed it) but he insisted I’d do it now. I said I don’t have time I need to get some things and he said then you will have to make time. Put it on now. I wanted to go into the bathroom to put it on but he insisted I do it before his eyes. I said I couldn’t do that and he looked into my eyes and said YOU PUT IT ON NOW! I stripped off my trousers and reluctantly my boxers and he grinned when he saw my little dick and to my embarrassment it was a little hard. I put on the jockstrap and he told me to take off my shirt and I said I really don’t have time and wanted to change back I to my boxers and trousers and he slapped me and said I would do what he tells me to. NOW TAKE THAT SHIRT OFF. I reluctantly did that because I didn’t want him to slap me again.
I was standing in front of him only wearing the dirty jockstrap and he looked at me for so long I only looked at the floor. I was so ashamed. He told me to turn around and I nearly cried. Then I had to bend down and spread my ass cheeks for him. He let me stand there like this for an eternity and though I couldn’t see him I felt his eyes on me. Eventually he said the jockstrap would suit me very well and then he pressed his cock at my ass. He was still in his trousers but I could feel his cock. I can’t wait to take this pussy he said and I told him I was about to get lube and dildos to stretch it and he slapped my ass hard and said I wouldn’t do such a thing. It was HIS pussy and HE would decide what goes in there. He would mold it though I don’t know what that means.
Then he let his trousers down and he pressed his hard cock against me but without penetrating. He said I had a tight pussy and he would LOVE tight pussies. Yes, he said only his cock would go inside my pussy, nothing else, not even my own finger. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me around and fucked my throat violently. Again I had to puke and he just laughed. This time he came inside my mouth and he said I must hold in on my mouth till he allowed me to swallow it. All the time he called me faggot, not by my name. Even when he walked in he said hello faggot. I hope he won’t call me faggot in front of my sister. Then he put back on his trousers and told me to get him a cold beer. I wanted to put my clothes back on but he stopped me. He said I had to wear that jockstrap day and night and he would check and that I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes when we’re alone, only the jockstrap, and that when I sleep I’m only allowed to wear the jockstrap and not lock my door. And that he would take my pussy soon.
I got him his beer and he sipped it while he had me kneeling in front of him, licking the tip of his cock. He was still hard. He said he had never fucked my sister’s throat and she was a bad cocksucker but I would soon be an expert. He fucked my throat a second time and then he said put your clothes on and left me there. I’m in my bed now but I locked the door. This man is an animal. I’m sure he could have fucked a third time if he had had time. My sister came back home just 15 minutes after he had gone upstairs. He can’t be serious about me wearing that dirty jockstrap day and night.
Koko’s indignant tone amused me quite a bit. The new faggot had quite a bit of fight still remaining even after multiple violent throat fucks and physical/verbal humiliation. I tried to impress on Koko that it’s pretty clear Alpha Oscar has used faggots before and understands how to manipulate them for his own advantage, but Koko’s rebelliousness kept manifesting itself.
And I’m not only not allowed to finger my hole I’m also not allowed to touch my dick! Can you imagine?? Who does he think he is? I’m so confused about my own feelings. He doesn’t love me? Right? He’s not gay? I’m like a fleshlight for him? A living fleshlight?
This is the process almost all faggots must go through in order to reach acceptance of the truth. It’s not always pleasant or pretty. Oftentimes it requires the firm, sure hand of an Alpha to coax the faggot into service, occasionally using some amount of force. It’s a form of natural selection that shapes each of us into the vessel Nature demands.
Little Koko could barely accept that he was gay before Alpha Oscar came into his life, and now he’s learning that he’s actually a born faggot. You can tell how triggered Koko is by his eagerness to run off and get items to please his forceful new Master. This remarkable discovery was made possible through the fearless application of Alpha privilege and power.
This experience from Koko highlights why it’s so important for Alphas to hunt and conquer faggots. By doing this, Alphas are cultivating and harvesting the crops of Hierarchy and feasting on the faggot fruits ripe for consumption. All of this is part of the Natural Order. Alphas who refuse to impose their will on faggots like this are actually failing an important part of their purpose.
Speaking of purpose, poor Koko is learning to accept his. He really doesn’t have a choice anymore. Alpha Oscar is not going to be denied his prize, and Koko’s triggered inner faggot can’t help but surrender it.
And the circle of life continues to spin!
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The following post is part of a thread following the 18-year marriage between gay Apex Alpha Master M and his fagwife Baldwin. CLICK HERE to read all posts in chronological order!
When I talk about Hierarchical fulfillment, I’m usually talking about it in the context of sexual encounters. Those sexual encounters will often lead to service relationships, which bring even deeper levels of fulfillment.
And sometimes, that Hierarchical fulfillment leads to true love and marriage.
I recently developed a friendship with a dear fag brother named Baldwin. He’s been married to a gay Apex Alpha named Master M for 18 years. They live a quiet, comfortable life together in a beautiful, neatly-appointed home in the Netherlands.
My brother has crafted a stirring account of his life-long love affair with his husband and god.
What more can i tell you: we have been together for 23 years now and have been married for 18 years. My Husband was the first and only person i have ever slept with. He finds it extremely appropriate to know that i saved myself for Him and that he de-flowered me.
From a very young age it was clear that i was/am gay, which my parents could not accept. On top of that i was a very girly kind of little boy: i hated playing with other boys, i felt more connected/understood by girls. i hated sports, i didn’t want to do any boyish activities or toys. i loved playing with my cousins’s Barbie dolls, but my parents made it quite clear that was despicable.
i was abused, verbally and physically, by both my parents throughout my entire childhood, my mother especially. This has left me with scars that have not gone and will never completely go away. i have learned to accept that this will always be part of me and will always hang over me. i have had extensive therapy and with loads and loads of love and TLC from my Husband i can cope most of the time. However there have been and will continue to be periods of darkness where i feel overwhelmed by the outside world, hiding in my Husband’s arms. He loves me so much it hurts sometimes. I often feel that i am not worthy of Him and that i am a burden to Him. i don’t know if you understand what i mean but i am pretty convinced that you do. Thank you for that, my sweet little faggot brother!
I managed to escape from my parents just before my 23rd birthday in 1998. I had found a dear little apartment and i felt liberated but also extremely intimidated. i moved in beginning of February. Around the same time i had found and bought a Dutch magazine for gay youngsters. i felt really embarrassed when i had to hand it over to the cashier of the bookstore at the Central Station in Amsterdam, because she’d realize that i was gay. As if she hadn’t spotted that as soon as i walked into that store: i have GAY written all over me! Somehow the need to buy this magazine was stronger than my feeling of shame and embarrassment. i am a great believer that certain things are meant to be and i am very spiritual. i still have my faith and it is of comfort to me, even though the Catholic Church is not stepping up with the times. Can you guess what i discovered in that magazine, little brother? It was a contact advert that a 27 year old young Man had placed in which He described that he was looking for a sweet, cute boyfriend. i felt instinctively that i MUST write to this Man, don’t ask me why but i felt it extremely strongly. The advert also said: NO PIC NO REPLY. i felt too awkward about the picture. Back then i was convinced that i was too hideous for words and if i sent my picture this Man would run away as fast as His legs could carry him. So i sent a handwritten letter (remember, those were the good old pre-internet days). i wrote as neatly as i could, and at the same time i was worried sick that this Man would find my handwriting too ‘girly” (i have been ridiculed by my parents that i write like a girl, especially when dotting my i’s: i always put circles or little hearts instead of a .). What would He think of me……
Things didn’t turn out the way i had feared: about 10 days later i found a letter in my letterbox and the handwriting was not familiar to me. i opened it and: HE had written! i cannot think about this joyous moment without crying, even to this day (here i go again. i feel so proud and grateful, little baby and brother and above all fellow faggot that i can share this with you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!). He wrote that He found my handwriting so pretty(!) and was so charmed by the gracious and respectful tone of my letter that He decided to write back. Even though i had broken the no pic no reply rule. He also wrote that He had shown all the letters He had received to His friends and they all urged Him to pick me. Can you imagine how proud and honoured i was to read this? A Man who called me SPECIAL? He even went as far as to send His letter in 2 versions: one written and printed out from His computer and a handwritten version. He explained that He has a very bad handwriting and He wrote it by hand first and then wrote the same text on His computer so He would be sure i could read it. He told me i should consider myself extremely honoured that he also sent the handwritten version; He never does that to anyone else. I read and re-read His letter, kissing the sheets of paper and walking around with butterflies in my stomach. At the same time i was extremely nervous and anxious about it all: what if this goes further? What will happen if He wants to see me? Will He just run away fast as the wind? Will He laugh at me for being so stupid to think that He could possibly be interested in somoene who is too ugly for words? How will i ever be able to cope losing my new found Prince?
In the end i overcame my fears and decided to give Him a call. I was so afraid He would just laugh at me because of my voice ( my voice is your stereotypical high pitched girly gay voice and people have made cruel jokes about it all my life. So i am always very nervous when i have to speak to strangers or speak in public. It is one of my biggest nightmares). Again i was worrying myself into a total state of despair for nothing! He was friendly, even though He hates phone calls, He was interested and sincere. Also i loved his voice: Masculine! We then called for hours every single day for 10 days and then my big fear became reality: HE wanted to meet me in person……. i was so scared but i knew i had no choice if i did not want to lose my Prince. So i accepted.
He decided (the first signs of Him being Dominant then and there!) that we would meet at the Meeting Point sign at the Central Station. Date chosen Friday the Thirteenth of March 1998. i felt sick to my stomach during the quick trainjourney from where I lived and where we still live close to Amsterdam. i was convined i was going to be dumped straight away and an hour later i would be back home crying myself to sleep…..There was this incredibly manly Man waiting by the sign dressed in nice, manly clothes with thinning hair, slightly taller than me with a bit of a belly. And i felt so attracted to Him i desperately tried to gaze at Him without drawing attention. He turned around, looked at me and gave me a HUGE SMILE! To this day, 23 years later, He gets all shiny eyed with a huge twinkle in His eyes when He spots me. I could not believe it: He liked me, otherwise He would not have smiled at me! Oh little brother, sorry for being so detailed but i simply HAVE to tell you my love story. And i know you will not betray my trust! He took me out for dinner, He had booked a table for two at his favourite Italian restaurant. i felt nervous because it was expensive and i was a poor student back then. Once again i was worried sick for nothing. He treated me like a princess and made it quite clear that He had decided that i was the one and He wanted to start a relationship with me! He paid for diner and everything and i just felt so special.
So now you know how we became involved. Six months later He moved in with me and we have been together ever since. We got married 11th of March 2003 and had our honymoon in Paris. He told me then and there: “You are mine and exclusively mine. And now I even have the Law behind Me. You are my little princess and I am never ever letting you go!”
My Husband has been the key to my self-acceptance and the gradual change that i have made in my perception of myself over time: from self-hatred to acceptance to pride. He has made it clear to me that He doesn’t give a damn about other people’s opinions or views on me and our relationship: He is my Man and i am His princess and His wife.
The first time we had slept together at my place He whispered in my ear:”you are the prettiest little boi I have ever met and you are adorable. However, there is one thing you are going to do for Me in order for me to be even more attracted to you; you are going to shave your entire body and rub it with body lotion. This you will do every day for the rest of your life!” i am very hairy when i don’t shave. The thought had never crossed my mind that this could be a way to become even more feminine and attractive. I told him with a huge amount of shame that I did not have any body lotion in my house. He grinned, said: I knew you wouldn’t, princess” and gave me a plastic bag with lady razors and body lotion. i went to the bathroom, red as a tomato but also excited. When i was completely shaven and put on the body lotion i scurried back to the bedroom. For some reason i felt He wanted to see me naked. i felt afraid, ashamed and extremely turned on. He told me to cuddle up next to Him. He started stroking all over my body and whispered:”now you are perfect.”
A couple of weeks later He asked me why i had such a baggy dress sense? He couldn’t work out why someone who has such a slender small body was wearing XXXXL sized clothes. i told Him that that was not my decision but my mother’s. She felt that if i wore tight clothes or size S (my real size is S or XS, depends on the brand) i would look even more gay and ridiculous. I had never been allowed to choose/buy my own clothes and i had to confess i had no idea what type of clothes/style would look good on me. He stared at me in disbelief and then said:”right, young lady. Get your coat on NOW. We are going to Amsterdam for some proper clothes for you. i had to protest and confess i had no spare money for clothes. He turned around, asked: “what the Hell has your money got to do with it? I am buying clothes for My princess and you keep your wallet at home!” Once again He showed authority over me and i ADORED it! We went to H&M, he chose several sets of clothing for me that i had to try one piece after piece and show Him how it looked on me. i obediently did so and after i had tried everything on, He told me: “now you will do the following and I will not take NO for an answer: You will pick the 2 pairs of trousers/jeans, the 2 shirts and the 2 t-shirts you like best and you will give those to me!” i could not believe what was happening. He took them, paid for them, and then came back to me with the shopping bag. i was not even allowed to carry it. He felt that was His job, carrying His gift for His princess. Can you even begin to imagine how liberating that moment was for me, little precious one? My Man buying stuff for me, but also being interested in what i liked? Being supportive and telling me how gorgeous i was looking?
As you will understand by now, my little brother, my Husband has been capital in my life and i cannot imagine life without Him. Sometimes i think about how time has flown by these 23 years and how amazing it has been. When i think about how we probably only have another 25/30 years together before one of us dies, i get in a complete state of panic and i don’t want to live anymore.
Isn’t that gorgeous? Baldwin is such an open-hearted angel, and Master M is the prototypical Apex Protector Alpha, calm and confident, full of power and wisdom.
Baldwin shared a bit that shows how they share a love of the finer things in life:
i’m sorry my last answer was brief: i was shopping at Primark when i read it. My Master ordered me to go shopping there and get some extremely slutty summer gear. i think/hope He will be pleased with what I got: a very tight pink singlet (xs), pink shorts, 10 pairs of pastel colored sneaker socks from the ladies department (i have very small feet, luckily) in the colors pink, lilac, neon yellow, orange and mint green. And a lot of stuff for personal grooming. My Husband only allows me to go shopping at Primark for clothes that are not work related or for when we visit His family. i don’t have any contact with my parents since they cut off all ties 13 years ago. you will guess their reasons for it, brother. In those situations i am allowed to wear clothes and shoes from Zara.
My Husband only wears very expensive brands, both for clothes and shoes. He feels that this helps other people to see the difference in status between us: the Alphamale in expensive clothes, His faggot/bitch in cheap slutty gear. He also demands i always wear my engagement ring and wedding ring on my left ring finger and my rose gold slave ring on the right. He also makes me wear a slave necklace clearly displayed in public. In bed and during BDSM sessions i wear ones in leather, during the day i get to wear metal ones with heavy locks. Also he makes me wear feminine accessories in public: last week He got me a pastel light green backpack and a pink wallet that i always have to have with me when we go outside. He loves this forced feminization on His faggot and I adore Him for forcing this on me: anything to please Him and make Him feel proud and superior!
Last night Baldwin and I shared a five-hour phone conversation (Master M was out of town on business) during which we shared intimate stories along with many laughs and tears. In that conversation Baldwin shared a darling story about dolls that so clearly demonstrates his Master Husband’s incomparable Apex Alpha wisdom. They are both beyond description.
I couldn’t wait to share this story with the world. I want Alphas and faggots alike to know with confidence that complete, life-long fulfillment and happiness can happen when we accept our truth and live it honestly!
If this story doesn’t accomplish that lofty goal, then I have at least gained a new brother and lifetime confidante. I thank my dear Baldwin and his glorious Master M for sharing their truth with me!
HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
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The Power Of Humiliation
This thread follows the adventures of two powerful Apex Alphas, Master Nick and Master Matt, as they join forces to rule an Earth full of faggots! CLICK HERE to read these stories in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since we’ve had an update from Master Nick and Master Matt and their Kingdom of faggots in Canada. I think the COVID crisis finally wore them down (like most of us) as the weeks and months went on, and they settled into an isolated routine (again, like most of us). I will give the Masters credit – they strictly enforced quarantine in order to protect their faggots. They do take the care of their property very seriously.
But now they and their flock of faggots have received vaccinations and the crisis is coming to an end, and like the spring flowers after a passing storm the Masters have begun opening themselves to new experiences. I wrote about one of the recent developments – financial domination of online faggots. That continues, with their faithful online cash fag Amir tributing hundreds of dollars to each of them every month.
Now there has been a new wrinkle in the way Masters Nick and Matt deal with their faggots – humiliation and degradation. Honestly, it’s surprising that this hasn’t really been a feature of their domination from the start. After all, they are both straight Alphas, and traditionally straight Alphas are not particularly kind to faggots. However, both Masters have been somewhat loving and affectionate with their faggots to this point, a trait they’ve shared with some of my best past Masters as well. I think that’s why my heart has been bound so close to them for so long now – they remind me of my best memories.
Ultimately, though, both Masters need to grow and become the truest versions of themselves. I would never want to deny them that opportunity for growth.
The art and technique of targeted humiliation is something many Alphas strive for but few truly master. When applied successfully, humiliation can reinforce a faggot’s purpose and reinvigorate both the faggot and its owner to form a more powerful bond. How? Humiliation of a faggot forces the faggot to confront its own weaknesses and expose its fragile heart. Once exposed, an Alpha can then give the faggot what it needs to feel alive and purposeful again.
Men who incorrectly apply or abuse humiliation are like the proverbial bull in a china shop, destroying without purpose.
Humiliation and degradation was recently applied to Jeremy, one of Master Matt’s two outstanding faggots. Jeremy’s attitude had shifted, and he was becoming “a bit of a princess” during the waning days of COVID. Something needed to be done. After consulting with one of my favorite older Alphas, @superiormen (formerly @FirstAmongMen), they decided to take action.
A week ago both houses assembled at Master Nick’s place. So present that day were all three of Master Nick’s faggots and Master Nick, and Master Matt and his two faggots. The two Masters had all of the faggots strip naked. Then they placed Jeremy on all fours on the coffee table and forced him into the bitch position, all of his faggot brothers standing around him.
Jeremy was forced to remain in the bitch position for an hour while Masters Nick and Matt degraded Jeremy and called him names. They made him loudly beg to be fucked and bred repeatedly.
The Masters knew their humiliation was working because Jeremy’s little fag clit was leaking precum out of its chastity cage. They put a saucer beneath the dribbling clit to collect the precum. After a while, they made Jeremy lick up his own precum.
After they felt like Jeremy had begged enough, the Masters took turns fucking and breeding Jeremy on the coffee table in front of his faggot brothers.
I could hear the change in attitude when I talked to Jeremy later. “Sam, I now love being in chastity!” exclaimed Jeremy at one point. The experience was meaningful.
Friday the Masters got together with Jeremy again for another session. This time they put Jeremy in the bitch position and milked him together while humiliating him. Then Master Nick mounted Jeremy’s ass while Master Matt fucked Jeremy’s throat, and they bred the faggot from both ends.
Did it help?
Well, yesterday Jeremy came home and knelt before his Master Matt. The faggot had a gift he bought for his Master – a Starbucks travel mug. Master Matt was touched by the gift, something his faggot gave willingly from his heart. Master Matt rubbed his humble faggot’s head and said, “good boy.”
Why was Jeremy so moved to do this? Because targeted humiliation of a faggot can produce a state of grateful humility in it. To the world, what Masters Nick and Matt did to Jeremy might be considered cruel or even inhumane. But they don’t understand Hierarchy or the true workings of faggots and Men.
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I hear about it every week, how I shouldn’t glorify or discuss the seedier and morally-debatable aspects of Hierarchical mechanics. “You endorse rape!” they scream at me from the safety of their computer keyboard.
But if we’re honest, we must admit that sex and sexuality between Men is complicated and raw. It definitely cannot be neatly packaged or pigeonholed. The Alpha/fag dynamic of Hierarchy is Male sexual mechanics at its most extreme and volatile. Of course it’s going to be messy in every way imaginable … and also controversial.
The following experience from a brother named Kyle.
Where I’m at there are a lot of spots that are frequented by guys looking for sex. It’s also a spot where alphas/straight guys can use faggots in a discreet NSA way.
A few days back I went to a local spot and saw this younger twink sucking off an muscular alpha who was definitely a few years older than the twink. Because I also enjoy to watch and listen to other guys I watched them for a bit.
This alpha finally told the fag twink he was to bend over so he could fuck his ass, but the twink was apprehensive and said a couple times he didn’t want to get fucked. But the alpha being an alpha bent the twink and took his ass anyway. The faggot did struggle a little as well as say no.
I knew what was happening, but preferred to watch the faggot get used as it should be. It’s like nature taking its course.
By any modern definition, the twink was raped.
But here’s the hard truth: as males, we know deep down that this is how it’s supposed to happen. Alphas grabbing faggots and using them at will.
Kyle could’ve become indignant and tried to stop the Alpha from “raping” the faggot. He could’ve expressed moral outrage.
But he didn’t. He watched it happen while silently nodding his head in solidarity with the moment.
“As it should be.”
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This post is part of a thread following the service of a faggot named Noel who has become enslaved by a powerful Latino Alpha known as Master CT. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
First, let me say that Latino Men are naturally among the most dominant on Earth. But Latino ALPHAS? Just forget about it. Black and Latino Alphas rule the world. The Latino Men I have served have been so aggressive that it still rattles me after all of these years (and I’ve been raped!). Any faggot attempting to serve them needs to be ready for anything.
I open that way to prepare you for the wild experience a fag brother related to me last night.
I’m naming this faggot “Noel” in order to preserve his anonymity. Noel has been hiding from his faghood for many years, but ultimately (as I often preach here) the truth cannot be denied.
I wanted to put in the subject line “Advice for a new fag” but that’s not quite right. I think I’ve probably been a faggot forever, and I’ve been in denial for about as long and afraid to say those words. But now, because of your site, I’ve started to not only accept the idea but have started to identify myself that way to dom / top / alphas and I’ve used the phrase I learned from you: “may I serve you?” Or other variations that make clear I’d like to be of service. I’ve not been successful every time, but doors have opened that were previously closed. No doubt about that.
I’m very proud of Noel for putting these things into practice. It takes guts and studious effort, but incredible things can result from it, as we are about to see …
Last weekend I met an Alpha. He knows I’m writing to you (and knows your site, too) and instructed that I refer to Him as Master CT. He is a powerful, muscular Latino man in His 30s, bearded, handsome, deep voice, and confident. After meeting online,He gave me instructions to come to His apartment and perform some chores. Before arriving He instructed me on what to bring.— some detergent and other laundry supplies.
When I arrived at His apartment, He told me to come in, take off my shoes and then had me kiss His ring and then get on my knees and kiss His feet. It was strange, disorienting, and exciting. I’ve never been in a situation like that before. Next, He gathered His laundry and showed me what I needed to do to operate the washer/dryer, and then had me clean His dishes in the kitchen. I did as I was told, it’s why I was there, yet I also found myself wondering, “Why am I doing this? This is so weird.” Yet, I did it without question. More so, I was nervous and wanted to perform the task well, to His satisfaction.
As I was finishing He called me to the bedroom where He was standing shirtless in His underwear and told me to take off my shorts (only) and get on my knees. Then, He told me to smell his crotch. And inhale deeply. Sam, the smell was so powerful, sweet, indescribable. Next He took off his underwear and held my head so that my nose was buried in His pubes. The smell was even stronger, better, and I felt like I was being marked somehow. I wanted to lick His balls and take His soft, plump dick in my mouth but somehow knew that was not His will and was not allowed.
After marking me with His scent He gave me a bottle of massage oil and laid down on His stomach and instructed me to massage His muscular back, then hard butt and strong legs. The chance to be this close to a man like this, and to touch Him was such a privilege. I also realized that as excited as I was to be rubbing down this incredible Alpha, I was not hard but I was incredibly turned on. Again I though, “This is weird” but I didn’t want to stop.
Master CT then rolled onto his back, exposing again his huge cock which was still mostly soft. He instructed me to continue massaging His quads, then calves, then feet. As I did, Master CT asked me if I understood what a privileged faggot I was. When I said “Yes Sir” and “Thank you, Sir” I noticed that His cock would get a little harder. It was so tantalizing but I still somehow knew that I was not allowed to touch Him unless invited.
When He had enough of me rubbing His feet and legs, He told me to lay down beside Him and suck His nipple. I was SO excited now, yet still soft myself. His bulging pecks and perfect chest muscles were the first thing that attracted me when I saw His picture online. Now, after offering myself and submitting, my mouth was on His chest and I was licking His nipple! I must have moaned a little because that’s when He put my hand on his uncut cock which was now a raging hardon. I couldn’t see it with my mouth glued to His chest, but by the feel it was as big around as a beer can and at least eight but probably nine inches long. He told me to stroke His cock, which I did excitedly, stroking faster while sucking His chest even harder.
As I repositioned my hand from the base of His dick closer to the top I could feel the slick wet of precum on downstrokes when the head of his cock must have been partly exposed with the foreskin pulled down. This only made me more excited, sucking harder and stroking faster until I heard him moan, then felt a splash of warm cum hit my face, and He grabbed my hand to stop stroking, which I did but I was allowed to keep holding His dick which I could feel throbbing as it unloaded five or six more shots of creamy clear cum onto his chest and stomach until the last of His load was dribbling down His dick onto my hand.Then, He grabbed a handful of napkins and told me to clean Him up. I was about to start licking the cum, but He said no and told me to use the napkins. I obeyed.
After that, He told me to get dressed, gave me some final instructions for the dryer along with some recycling to take out when leaving. Lastly, He told me to kiss His ring, and get out.
What an incredible first experience! Master CT is clearly a seasoned and experienced owner of faggots!
Noel was confused by some of what happened (or didn’t happen) during the encounter, so I tried to explain it this way:
It sounds like Master CT is very powerful and extremely dominant. He knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it.
I also agree with you that he’s clearly experienced. I can tell by the way he seems to be subverting your expectations and hopes while focusing your attention on SERVICE FIRST. I absolutely love this. It’s an advanced training technique. Master CT is most definitely a very powerful Alpha!
My first bit of advice is to try and continue to follow your instincts to obey him to the letter. Don’t run ahead of him. Simply do what he commands to the best of your ability and wait for his next instructions. You did that VERY well during your first encounter!
As for your second question, all I can say is there are some Alphas who refuse to give their Seed to faggots at all. I have talked to some Alphas like that, and they say their Seed is too precious to waste on faggots. My argument against this practice is simple: Nature designed cum to facilitate Male dominance over the recipient, so why not use that power on faggots who are born to be subjugated?
Now, it might be that Master CT is subverting your expectations regarding this as well in order to see if you’ll serve even if you are not given his loads. That’s entirely possible, and it’s delicious to consider that possibility (at least as delicious as his cum!). I hope this is true and that he secretly plans to breed and feed you. Breeding cements the power dynamic between a Man and his faggot forever.
I am beyond excited for you, brother! You have found the type of Alpha that all faggots dream to serve! Just open yourself completely to his control and focus on each task he assigns as if your life depended on it. Allow Master CT to guide and mold you into the perfect faggot!
I meant every word of that. Apex Alpha Masters like Master CT command every breath, every blink, every thought. They see through faggots like we are made of glass. There is no avoiding the truth while in their presence.
Noel is well on his way to becoming the owned property of a stunning Apex Master. I fully hope Master CT plans to cage, collar, and cunt Noel, thereby completing the natural process of complete ownership.
And, most of all, I hope Master CT secretly intends to feed and breed his new faggot eventually. After all, that is the reason why the balls of Men produce seed and cum in the first place, to claim property.
The true fruits of this new service arrangement still lie ahead, but what an amazing first encounter! Master CT sounds like the Latino God of every fag’s dreams!
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My second and even more astounding interview with Master @FindomVince!
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This post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of Miami fag, a prolific cocksucker in Miami, Florida. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since we’ve heard from professional cocksucker Miami fag. Believe me, I know how much sucking dick can consume one’s life, so the delay didn’t rattle me.
But boy, he returned with a vengeance! Check out this true story my fag brother unloaded on me (gross!) two days ago:
Back when I was working from home a lot, there was a huge construction project near my apartment in DC. It was a multi-year project and took a long time to complete. On one corner of the huge two-block lot was the construction site headquarters/office building – really just a little trailer with an office inside, as I envision it. I lived in a relatively quiet part of the city, but the neighborhood was full of apartment buildings, some houses, retail buildings, etc. I passed by the construction office twice daily on my walk to work. And on the days when I’d stay home and service Men, as I mentioned to you previously, I might walk by quite a few times on my way to the store.
Soon after the construction project began, I happened to notice one of the construction managers or foremen regularly. He looked young – my age – early 30s. He was about my height (5’10) but built – like very muscular. He always had on a button down shirt, nice jeans, heavy work boots, and his hard hat. His job, or so it looked, was to oversee the site, make sure deliveries were made on time, make sure the work progressed on schedule. He was tough, I could tell. He never looked happy or friendly. He only ever looked agitated and angry. I watched him really boss around the guys as I’d walk by. This was a Man who was in charge.
One day, I walked by the morning and saw him. He caught my eye, and I caught his, and he gave me a little nod. Big frown on his face. But it was an acknowledgment that we see each other daily. That evening, he was leaving right around the same time I was headed out. In fact, he almost hit me with his huge pickup truck exiting the site as I was crossing the sidewalk. (You know those pickups with the huge freaking tires?) He rolled his window down and said sorry he didn’t see me. I was pretty upset, actually, because this monster truck almost hit me!
He turned off the engine and stepped out and offered a super sincere apology. And seeing that he was so serious, and seeing him up close and realizing what a fucking stud he was, I shook off the bad feeling. He introduced himself as Tony and shook my hand with incredible strength. And his hands, they were absolutely huge.
What happened next was incredible. He and I talked for a few minutes, I told him I live in the area, he asked about the neighborhood, he told me about the project, small talk. Friendly enough, but he was all serious. No smiling, no frivolity. After some time, he simply said, “let me park this truck. Be right back.” He backed up his truck, parked it by the trailer, and beckoned me over. I approached and he said, “give me a tour of the neighborhood.” OK, I said, I like making new friends. And he was so fucking hot. One of the most masculine men I have ever met.
So we start walking, and I point out a few buildings, including my apartment building. We end up standing in front of my building, and I try to say goodnight to him. He said, “I was hoping you’d give me some head, to be honest.” I couldn’t believe it. It was a dream come true. My adrenaline was rushing like crazy. I took him upstairs, and he walked in like he owned the place. Never saw him smile. He just walked in, kicked off his work boots, and dropped his pants. I never said a word. I slid off his tight white underwear, and the day’s scent was all over him. His cock was incredible. It was hard already, and beer-can thick. Literally beer can. His nuts were HUGE. I gave him the best head I possibly could, and he lasted quite a while! About 30 seconds in, he became VERY forceful. Calling me a faggot, and even spitting in my face. Sam, it was fucking amazing.
After a while – I don’t know how long – he simply put his giant paw on the back of my head, pushed himself down into my throat, and unloaded. One deep low grunt. He stood up, said thanks fag, and pushed me HARD down on the floor. Like kind of hurt me. As I tried to get up, he held me down with his hand on my chest and said, “see you tomorrow faggot.”
And for the next 16 months, I serviced him at least four times a week. 🙂
Magnificent!
Notice how subtle Miami fag was in dealing with Tony the foreman. Miami fag gave this foreman enough safety and normalcy that he felt comfortable enough to simply demand service.
But the best lesson in this story is for any Alphas reading this. THIS IS YOUR RIGHT. As Alphas, it is your right to be impolite about your needs, to expect that inferior males should kneel and service you on command.
Why would any Man ever worry about offending a faggot by demanding head? THIS IS WHY WE EXIST. So this is what it really comes down to: Alphas acting on their true impulses rather than attempt to conform to society’s expectations.
“Miami fags” are everywhere, mouths open, begging to be used.
[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]
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I often use the analogy of a loyal dog when describing the relationship a Man or Alpha might have with his owned faggot. Neither a dog nor a faggot are equal to the stature of a Man, but like a faithful dog a faggot can be a beloved possession of the Man.
At least that has been my experience. Of course, my faggot sensibilities and perspective probably color my point of view, too. But honestly, I’ve met so many Alphas who confirm to me that they feel like the dog analogy fits their general view of their faggots.
So I guess that’s why I was a bit surprised (in a nice way) to read the following comment left by Alpha Ranger, an Alpha who runs a blog on BDSMLR about Hierarchy-related issues.
Hey faggot, new commenter here. I’m a gay alpha muscle dad type who has checked out your site from time to time and occasionally binge the podcast on long solo drives.
Anyway, I wanted to comment on the pet dog comparison. I don’t think that is a perfect analogy at all as someone who owns dogs and currently one fag. Most fags who have served me have more than a little masochist side. Dogs dont. I would never slap, push around, or be rough with my dogs. My fag thanks me. My fag understands why my boot is on his face – my dog wouldnt.
Men, especially alphas, all have a lot of aggressive (maybe even a bit violent) energy we carry around and arent allowed to express in polite society (which is a good thing). Fags serve to let us unleash and vent some of that stuff – I think it’s one of their most important roles.
That said, I wholeheartedly agree that beating a fag, or causing serious injury is a step way too far and a man that does that kind of stuff needs a therapist more than a fag.
I love how blunt Alpha Ranger is in describing these primal needs of Men. It’s true. Men often do require ways to express the various shades of rage in their lives, and faggots provide that perfect outlet.
I think it’s an important adjustment I need to make in order to refine my application of this analogy. I think the fag/dog analogy works, but certainly not in all cases or with all Men.
What do you think?
I thank Alpha Ranger for making me look at things from the Alpha perspective!
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This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It was an auspicious introduction.
Hey fag, you there? Alpha here with a point to make.
A lot of the time when you say ‘hierarchy’ you really mean ‘imperium’. Not all the time, but sometimes. And I think the distinction is a good one to make. Hierarchy is about superiority. One better than the other. Imperium is about control, about domination.
Imperium comes from ancient Rome, it describes the field over which one exercises authority. It is the expansionist philosophy of the rulers of the world.
WOW! What an opening statement! I’ve said it a billion times – intelligent, thoughtful Alphas win over body AND mind! I had to know more.
What I discovered is a burgeoning gay Apex Alpha named Phillip. He has been called “King” by his owned faggots in the past, hence his name here.
Then he began telling me about his overall life thus far in owning and using faggots:
Dominating other guys has been a recurring theme in my life for a long time; since high school.
About seven years ago, though, it hit a fever pitch and I started to discover a whole new side of myself. I’ve been playing the Alpha/fag game off and on since but I haven’t ever fully owned a faggot. I’ve gotten close several times but my life is busy and owning one of you takes time. I haven’t been able to explore more until now. So I mostly stuck to subs, not slaves or faggots, for this reason.
Another reason is that I have been almost exclusively interested in sexual service so far. Domestic service isn’t something I’ve ever received and only recently realized I can get if I want it. Also FinDom isn’t something I’ve done but several subs I’ve had have told me I would make a great Cash Master. So that’s where I’m at right now: about to set out on a fag hunt after a long hibernation.
Although in that opening King Phillip makes it sound like he isn’t really a Master of faggots, he immediately contradicted that with much of what he’s done already:
I bloomed a little late, I think I was 21, but I honed my skills quickly.
I’ve been mulling over a proposition, lately. Another Alpha offered to let me train one of his fags, and I’m considering it. I’ve talked to him for a few years, and he and I have used the same faggot before – never together. The only reason I would turn down the offer is I sense he’s less than trustworthy.
But his faggot is cute. And very broken in that erotic way faggots are. The Alpha, his name is Tom, called me a few times and had me speak to this faggot, who was bound and servicing him for the night. I’m good at working my way into a faggot’s mind, the control that creates is what gets me off.
He says he calls me up like that because he wants the faggot worked up, but I always got the sense he couldn’t do what I did himself. The last faggot this guy and I shared chose me over him, though. It soured our friendship, he got a little competitive. It did make me feel great though, one of his faggots leaving his service because of me and giving me his collar.
During our discussion of King Phillip preparing to take ownership of a new faggot, he asked me if I had any advice for him. It was then that I used the term “firm benevolence” for the first time to describe what I believe to be the critical-yet-harmonious poles of faggot ownership.
Strict benevolence may win out, though haha.
And thus, once again, Alpha wisdom and insight improves a faggot! The new concept became “strict benevolence” for good! (Thank you, Master!)
As far as power is concerned, King Phillip is not lacking. Here was a recent example he shared:
The fag that had submitted itself to me last night and promised to make his holes available for ownership fucking bailed. No contact whatsoever. It was poor behavior.
I went on Grindr, found a bottom, had him over to my new apartment, and decided that this was my faggot. I fucked his face for a good long while (he didn’t advertise as kinky but when you see it, you know it) and wrecked his hole for about 40 mins on my bed.
Afterwards, I asked him about his life and gave him advice, we talked for a long while and he kept staring in my face in that submissive way, with big open eyes that are eager to receive things; orders, cock. He is one of those that has the desire to serve but doesn’t have a master. That connection couldn’t be made without showing him that I can see through that. And that happens with advice and wisdom. And with making him aware that I know he wants to submit.
Startling, unlimited power! What I love is King Phillip’s attention to aftercare. Like a good salesman, aftercare is the “cool down” phase of the sales process where you reassure the customer/faggot that they made the right decision.
In the case of faggots, aftercare only deepens King Phillip’s hold on its soul.
I also love King Phillip’s appreciation of the fact that worship is the key element, and every faggot can be useful.
The last time I was exploring my Dom side, I had two cocksuckers, who I didn’t own, but who were definitely under my control. One was a tall thin business major (college town) I used to facefuck in his apartment in between home and work. He called me King and used to rub my feet after sucking me off, my cum in his hair. I saw him in public a few times and he would bow his head to me slightly, blushing and looking downwards. He was forbidden to be higher than my cock when we were alone. I guess that lesson transferred.
The other one wasn’t as pretty, so he serviced me with the lights out. He was the one I’ve probably cunted most. I would order him to be ready, come to his apartment, and rape his mouth and cunt open over and over until my balls were empty. He whimpered loud and loved it when I sneered at him. And my favorite part was leaving, after I delivered some aftercare, because he was always so worshipful. He wanted it badly, and even when I wore him out totally he was sort of sad to see me go. He valued the strict ruthless power I had over him.
King Phillip has a large cock over seven inches, and decorated by two of the most beautiful balls I’ve ever seen. And with this equipment and his power, he has successfully cunted multiple faggots. I thought he had some interesting thoughts on that:
It’s like putting a collar on a faggot, except this collar is inside their deepest, tenderest place. It feels like power.
He describes the effects of cunting on his faggots:
Mixtures of elation, addiction, and anxiety. One I cunted once, like, six years ago still flirts with me and fawns over me occasionally. He loves to recount to me what I felt like inside him, and can’t help himself but tell me how extraordinary I am. It’s extreme, no doubt. But they love it and I love it. And I love owning a piece of their will.
Cunting is important to King Phillip, because he doesn’t cage his faggots until after they’re cunted.
I can’t tell you what it means to me to discover extraordinary young Apex Alphas like King Phillip in the world! Men like him rule with both body and mind.
I am so grateful that King Phillip reached out to share his insight and his life with me! LONG LIVE THE KING!
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Hierarchy is so intrinsic and interwoven into the lives of human beings that it’s almost hard to see. It’s like swimming in the ocean; you only see the water splashing immediately around your head, and not the vast expanse that surrounds you everywhere for miles.
That’s one of the motivators of a site like this one. I am laser-focused on drawing attention to the Hierarchical truths embedded at a near-genetic level in all of our lives. Understanding and accepting these truths is critical to finding fulfillment and, ultimately, peace.
At the outset, my goal was to reach and inspire young people. They are, after all, the next generation to rule or serve in our world. But along the way I’ve met many older ones who stumble across the message of this site and suddenly experience what I call “the lightbulb moment” – that shocking “a-ha” moment when everything suddenly snaps into place and the light of Hierarchical truth illuminates the darkest and most confusing places in their lives.
When they come to me, they are often so astounded that they even struggle to express their joy. Many experience overwhelming relief after so many years of struggling with their sexuality or their purpose. And let me tell you, there is no amount of money that can reward me better than hearing these lost ones finally come to the truth. I’ve often compared this site to a lighthouse on a cliff overlooking a dark and stormy sea. These lost ones are the reason why the light stays on here, and always will.
The latest example of this came this weekend in the form of a comment left on a post here on the site. It’s from a faggot brother named Vinny. This is what he said:
Hi, Sam. Just wanted to drop you a line to say … Thank You!, Thank You! Thank You for ending 30 years of anger, bitterness and hatred.
I’ll explain. Thirty years ago I was working seasonal hours for the U.S. Postal Service in a busy mail facility after my day job. Management and coworkers liked and respected me…all but one. There was an older guy in his mid to late 40’s who was a seasonal worker as well (I was 30 at the time). He approached me on the job, out of the blue and commanded me, very rudely to perform a task for him. I ignored him and continued with what I was doing. I was thinking to myself what a prick he was and tried to avoid him going forward. That didn’t help. Every time he saw me he tried to order me around commanding me to do tasks not only for him but for other workers as well. These other guys always gave him an odd look and told him they can handle it. I guess they all thought he was a shithead too.
One day this asshole followed me into the restroom. We were the only people in there. He leaned up against the sink and said to me in a whisper with a smirk on his face “Hey, why are you so skinny?” I was fucking pissed! I wanted to charge at him and clock him across the jaw. The asshole was getting personal now and I needed to get away from the son of a bitch. I left the restroom in huff. I asked management if there were any other spots available outside of this facility. There was and I was transferred.
As I said that was 30 years ago but I kept playing that experience in my head for 30 years and it enraged me to think about it. I would fantasize about what could’ve happened if I had stood up to the prick but those fantasies just made me more angrier as I felt like a pussy. I’ve always been submissive but never felt so low before. All of those hurtful, hateful feelings have disappeared thanks to you and your wonderful, informative and enlightening site. I came upon your website accidentally through YouTube. I saw a thumbnail of an incredibly handsome guy with a beard and thought I’d check it out. In the video you were interviewing a guy named Alpha Jay. The content of the interview made me curious so I thought I’d visit your site and see what is was all about. I’m glad I did. I read stories about “Hierarchy”, classifications of Alphas and faggots and personal experiences from your readers.
After processing this information I realize now I’m a faggot and the guy at my job was an Alpha who recognized what I was. I understand perfectly now! It’s all clear! The Alpha was just trying to follow the natural order of things and use me as his faggot. This realization got me interested in learning more about myself, the faggots and Alpha men. There are some great literature out there on the subject and faggot training videos to allow conditioning and programming into the faggot mind. I watch those videos a lot. As I mentioned earlier, I used to fantasize about standing up to the guy now I fantasize how I should have behaved the first time he gave me an order. I would have jumped to my feet (I was kneeling at the time working a bottom shelf) and said “Yes Sir! Right away Sir!” performed the task and hurried back over to him for more orders to obey. I even imagined going to his place after work and pampering him with a neck rub and foot massage while he humiliates me the way he did with the “weight” comment in the restroom. These new fantasies cause me to masturbate furiously. I think of new scenarios about myself and this Alpha each time I get myself off.
You have no idea, Sam the weight you removed from my head with your website. I now have a different perspective of my life and get through my daily routines without a negative thought regarding the Alpha. I hesitated writing this to you for the longest time out of embarrassment but you need to be aware how helpful your website is in helping Alphas and faggots like myself understand our true nature.
By the way, I cannot say I missed an opportunity to be the Alpha’s fag as I was in a three year committed relationship with a great guy and wouldn’t have changed that. The three years have developed into thirty four years (this month) with the same wonderful guy. We are legally and happily married now and I will not change a thing. My husband is the one in charge and I’m submissive. He is a Dom and I am a sub but there’s still a natural order for the two of us. Thanks again Sam and keep up the great work! You’re very important! Cheers! – Faggot Vinny –
I can’t tell you how wide my smile was after reading this! I was happy all day thinking about the effect of Hierarchy on the lives of all of us, and how just one bit of understanding about this truth can unlock the questions of an entire lifetime!
I’m so happy that my brother Vinny (not to be confused with my cousin – badum-bum-tiss) still managed to find an Alpha to serve and worship within the safety of a committed relationship! He deserves such completion and happiness! I also commend his Alpha husband for training up an amazing and insightful fag-wife!
I am so grateful to be in a special position to help steer people toward the light of Hierarchical truth! They look wonderful dancing for joy in it!
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Fag Hunting In The Wild
One of the best decisions I ever made for this site was the creation of a direct Q&A section very much like the old feature it had in its Tumblr days. It has allowed people the opportunity to anonymously ask me very personal questions or safely relate wild experiences to me. I’ve met some incredible people through it (like Alpha Jaguar) that continue to inspire me to this day.
Last night my inbox was blessed by another remarkable Alpha who calls himself Ursus. That name is significant, because “ursus” refers to a genus of the family ursidae (bears) that includes brown bears and polar bears (side note: I fucking LOVE intelligent Alphas who test me this way!). The name alone tells us a couple of significant things about Alpha Ursus – he’s a bear, and he’s smart.
And he’s also an Apex predator.
Here’s the scintillating tale he shoved into my little box last night (wink):
I only found this site a couple days ago and have been reading quite a bit. It’s given me a lot of ideas and vocabulary on things I have known and done for a long time. Thanks.
I was going to write about how I came to know I am an Apex Alpha now that I know what one is, but I am a little worried about how much information you publish about people you correspond with, so wanted to see how it works first. But anyway, finding your site had good timing. Faghunting in the wild has been difficult because of covid and I hadn’t caught one since last summer until couple weeks ago. A friend who’s firm I do a lot of business with was having a party to open their new office (They’d been in there a long time but waited on the party b/c covid). My friend ended up having a sick baby and didn’t come, and I didn’t know anyone else there all that well except to say hi to. They had a boy and girl putting out food, opening wine bottles etc.
The boy caught my eye immediately. Total fag. Posture, expression, movement, looks, clothes. Very slim and tall, one of those ’hourglass’ shaped twinks, widest at their bony hips. Longish hair, very cute, those drawstring pants with elastic cuffs pulled way up, showing off his little ass that was like two large mangoes with a deep valley. I started talking with him. Was in college, I think at the local CC, being all awkward and totally submissive. I presented my bulge and he couldn’t take his eyes off. I kept innocently touching him as we talked, getting my hand onto the small of his back a few times–and he arched it. I came back for another drink later and told him to meet me upstairs in 10 minutes.
I waited upstairs and sure enough he came. We went into one of the unfinished back offices that I sometimes set up my computer in when I was there. I picked it because it had a heavy old leather love seat in it. I pulled him in and shut and locked the door. No one would come up there anyway. As we stood, he reached to touch my cock but I pushed his hand away, put my hands on his shoulders (he is a lot taller than me) and pushed him down till he got the idea and sat on the carpet. I pulled his head into my crotch and rolled his face around my full jockpouch. I’ve mostly worn jocks for years since I was first in Iraq. I got my pants down and let him lick the jockpouch. I knew we had to be quick so I pulled it down and stuffed my now-hard cock into his mouth. I let him lick it and work it a bit and then began to fuck his face.
This is getting too long but basically he lost a little steam working my cock so I put him over the arm of the sofa, pulled his flimsy little pants and undies down, spit on his beautiful pussy and pushed in. He and the situation had me so hot I busted in a minute or so, which was fine in the circumstance but I usually pride myself on lasting a long time when I am digging up such a nice twat. I wiped my cock on the back of his undies and noticed him wiping his load out of the front of his briefs as he pulled them up. haha.
I got his number but he got all flaky on me before we were able to meet up again. He definitely needs to be owned. Many of the disorganized, flaky, undisciplined boys around here do. I still don’t know who he was, it wasn’t a catering company or anything so him and the girl must have been kids or neighbors or something of someone who works there!
So credit Alpha Ursus for coming up with the term “Fag Hunting In The Wild” that forms the title of this post! It’s a wonderful phrase that accurately describes exactly what happened in this instance.
The experience also really underscores a vital lesson for all Alphas. YOU HAVE THE POWER TO TAKE WHAT YOU WANT. A faggot is essentially a robot slave with two convenient, ever-ready sex holes and an overwhelming need to serve. Why would any Alpha ever hesitate to assert Alpha privilege when he spots a faggot in everyday life (i.e. “the wild”)?
Alpha Ursus found himself in a strange social situation, saw a faggot, and demanded service from it. Then he took it and used it. It cannot be any simpler or more natural than that.
I hear far too many Alphas say that they cannot find a willing faggot to use or own. Seriously? Faggots are literally everywhere, dying to serve. It literally takes a stare and a crotch rub, or an arm grab and a firm command, and an Alpha can have whatever he wants from a faggot.
Listen to the techniques Alpha Ursus used in his hunting of this faggot. The crotch rub, the hand in the small of the back, the direct command. It’s all right there, and it’s effortless.
Hunting faggots should be the easiest sport on Earth for any Alpha Male, but you won’t catch any if you never get into the woods and reconnect with your inner predator. Apex Alphas like Master Ursus are making trophy kills using simple, instinctual techniques.
Just as Nature intended!
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Territoriality And Alpha Dominance
This thread involves the rise of Alpha Jaguar, a frequent visitor to this blog who has chosen to share his experience as a straight Alpha who learned early about the usefulness of faggots. You can read all of his posts in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!
One of the truly awe-inspiring Alpha voices to ever appear on this site is that of Alpha Jaguar. He reminds me of Natural-Hung-Bull in that he’s a straight, married Apex Alpha predator who is also very thoughtful about the inner workings of his dominance. But whereas NHB falls on the side of a civilized predatory response, Alpha Jaguar is more in touch with the animal side of that same instinct.
It’s thrilling to me. Through Alpha Jaguar, I get to see Alphahood through the heightened senses of the world’s most potent conquerors.
His latest question hints at exactly the kind of raging Alpha Beast lurks beneath the façade.
I have become aware of something peculiar about myself.
Even though fags have thrown themselves at my crotch my entire life I do not really find fags attractive, to me they are means to an end (ie holes). I find there submission hot. I am however drawn to younger alphas who may or may not know themselves Yet. When I see these young studs I actually feel a charge through my body and my dick stirs. I want to throw them down, wrestle them into submission and fuck them till they can’t walk. I know if they get me horned up to a certain level nothing could stop it. I usually resist this as I don’t want be socially unacceptable or a rapist. On occasion I have even mentored some young guys, benevolently.
Still, I kind of guttural growled at a young alpha yesterday at a convenience store when he sized me up. It was very instinct based, he looked terrified, deflated, and left quickly. This is not a usual practice for me but rather just my natural reaction.
Is it weird that I like young alphas? What does it say about me? What are your thoughts? This is a very real question.
The two examples of Alpha instinct that Alpha Jaguar cites here are very real and quite natural. I’ve seen one much more than the other, but in the animal Kingdom these instincts are absolutely common in predatory animals.
The first instinct involves mentoring. Alphas have an ability to recognize brother Alphas (is it by smell? Visual cues? I don’t know.) and they pair up just like lions. Older Alphas look at younger, less experienced Alphas and they feel the need to mentor them. They truly do take this sacred and instinctual Alpha tradition of mentorship very seriously.
What is the value of this ancient mentorship program? Well, it preserves the meaning and power of Alphahood. It keeps the Alpha bloodline clean and protected. It also allows superior Men to test and improve each other; remember the old saying “by steel, steel itself is sharpened.” It’s something like why Men love to get together to play sports against each other, pushing themselves and the boundaries of other Men in order to grow in strength or knowledge. It’s instructive to watch Alphas in a gym setting, with each one pushing the next to lift more weights, mock each other for failures, wrestle and play and ultimately share personal things with each other. These great predators of equal power, confident in their place within the Hierarchy together, help each other to become better Alphas. This Alpha brotherhood is rarely discussed (mainly because so few of us are in the club), but it is very real.
Now the second example Alpha Jaguar provides is even juicier. His “growling” at a younger Alpha who was sizing him up is ABSOLUTELY a predatory instinct found among virtually all land-based mammals. It is essentially a non-verbal “laying down of the law” by the older Alpha Jaguar, letting the younger Alpha know that his “territory” of Alphahood is not to be supplanted or disrespected.
I love how Alpha Jaguar expresses these experiences with a sense of surprised wonder at the behaviors rising up inside himself. “Where is that coming from?” he asks himself. It’s simply the inner animal with Alpha Jaguar erupting from beneath the veneer of the civilized family Man he lives as every day. I believe all Men are suppressing this instinct to some lesser degree, but for Alphas the urges are almost uncontrollable. Mainly because Alphas are not born to be controlled.
SIDE NOTE: Alpha Jaguar started his question with the following paragraph that lends some vital background about where he is coming from with his Alphahood and his enhanced understanding of it.
I appreciate your service, as you helped me to understand myself better and not be ashamed of my natural predatory nature. This I wouldn’t have gotten from general society, so I’m thankful to know that there is a something deep within our evolutionary makeup to explain and that I’m not alone. I believe you have helped me to make myself a better man and even father, as I can gently make love to my wife without hurting her because I know that I can use any fag who wanders into my hunting range to express my aggression and rage, and they will like it! Never really thought about it much before I found your website but makes sense to me now.
This is the key. Alpha Jaguar has discovered this incredible power within himself that explains the rest of his life prior to understanding it. These new discoveries have given added dimension to his life.
And I love this great Alpha predator more for it. Thank you, my Animal King!
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The New Reign Of Sir Titus
This is another entry in the incredible life of Apex Alpha Sir Titus. For all of his true stories, CLICK HERE to read them in chronological order!
So I received a fair amount of thrilled feedback from readers after my recent entry about the return of Sir Titus after a stint of service in the military. Many were curious about his new arrangement in Montana and this new wealthy sugar daddy cash fag bankrolling his new living situation.
Well Sir Titus told me an extensive true story about his first trip to meet the cash fag and see the new place with his two faggots (who are no longer serving) from several months ago.
If you’re unfamiliar with the stories of Sir Titus, buckle up.
I enjoyed my claimed fags here in Georgia, but I’m looking forward to Montana. I prefer Midwest boys to southern boys. I know – I got to sample while I was out there.
So I asked him more about this first trip out to Montana with his two faggots (mentioned in the previous article).
Fag Steve owns a ranch home outside of Missoula. How we met is a story for another time.
He flew me and my two claimed fags to spend some time up there in beautiful “big sky country”. My fags left a few days earlier because they had school to come back to, but I was able to spend a couple extra days there. Fag Steve arranged a dinner party of sorts; him, me, and three of the local guys he was familiar with through various channels. The guys who showed up were all early to mid 20s and judging by the way they looked at me when I met them, that’s when things clicked about the type of dinner party it was meant to be.
Mid dinner. I got up, saying that I had to “go use the bathroom”, but I actually went to my room, stripped completely naked, and then came back to the dining room like nothing was any different. That’s how you control the energy in a room. One of them finally got the courage to ask if I wanted my cock sucked. The other two looked pissed that they weren’t so bold first. Fag Steve just looked amused. I told him no, that I wanted to finish my steak, but he could worship my feet. (Total tangent, but the steaks fag Steve got were amazing. Tasted fucking fresh from the market).
I turned the conversation from the less mundane to the more direct. That’s when they told me about how they knew fag Steve, why they were there, etc.
In a way, I think it was a test of sorts on fag Steve’s part. Maybe not so much as a test, but an evaluation. It’s easy for someone to say that they are Alpha; it’s another to demonstrate it in action. For all fag Steve knew, I could be just another Alpha-for-pay, as we’ve all seen enough of those before. I felt like I was being observed, and since I actually enjoy displays of my Alpha skills, thought that I would further demonstrate “truth through action”.After dinner, fag Steve cleaned up and I took the 3 fags into the living room because they each had brought me an offering. I’ll be honest, I chuckled a little to myself at the biblical allegory of being a savior gifted three times. I get it though. He’s offering his house and willing to pay a stipend to me, he probably wanted to make sure I was the real deal. You would’ve thought that the two fags from GA I brought and fucked in front of him would’ve demonstrated that, but it sounds like he arranged this prior to my trip there.
They gave me their gifts as I essentially interviewed them. Easier to ask questions (limits, kinks, turn-ons, etc.) before things heat up. I made them strip for me, and it’s a good thing they were cute because none of them could dance. Haha I got a metal cock ring, rubber ball stretcher, and fresh bottle of poppers. I let the ones who gave me the cock ring put it on me, I put the ball stretcher on myself, and the four of us went outside to the jacuzzi to chill, relax, and talk some more. I knew they wanted to get down to business, but you know how I am: I was going to make them wait as long as possible. Haha.
So for the sake of simplicity, I’ll refer to the 3 fags as Irish, Ass, and Pretty. Irish because he was a pasty ginger with the milkiest skin, Ass should be self explanatory for the Wrangler-wearing fag, and Pretty because he was one of those guys who is so well groomed, I just wanted to ruin him.
The four of us sat in the jacuzzi and relaxed as the sun went down. If you’ve never seen a Montana sunset, it is truly something spectacular to behold, even in the cold winter. Amazing colors in a big open sky. We shot the shit as I had my legs spread wide over the laps of Ass and Pretty. They massaged my legs (after some hesitation since they didn’t know what was/wasn’t acceptable) as Irish fondled slowly my cock and balls that were pulled in the stretcher. None of it was with a purpose or anything other than pure worship and adoration. Fag Steve brought us drinks and I sipped my whiskey-sour.
We talked about their lives, their majors, and their experience as subs/fags. Irish was in an open relationship that was loving but devoid of service opportunities. Pretty had a sugar daddy who fawned over his every need, so similarly, he was there to fulfill his need to give. Ass had probably the most experience as a service fag, having transitioned from power bottom to faggot. Faggot Steve just sat back and watched. He did not engage in our conversation unless he was directly spoken to or told to get us something. I love meeting new people and extrapolating “profiles” of them.
When I had a pretty good idea of the pieces on the board based on their true natures and not just the masks they wore during polite dinner conversation, I asked which one of them wanted to kiss me. All three raised their hands immediately. Irish was positioned best so I said he could kiss me first. He scooted forward, thinking I meant on the lips, so I pushed him back with a foot. I lifted my legs up on the edge of the jacuzzi so my cock was poking out over the water, nodded to it, and told him to kiss me. Ass and Pretty just watched as he did exactly as he was told. I pointed that out to the others because when you’re training in a group like that, the focus of training can be taught to the others directly. As I started oozing precum, I had Irish share it with the other two by kissing them. I think they enjoyed their “dessert”. Haha
I finally gave them permission to share my cock with some very specific guidelines.
– I was to be sucked, not sucked off.
– They were to share.
– Only one cock mattered: mine. They were not to touch themselves.
I basically just laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed 3 eager mouths as they worked my cock. I took notes here and there of which ones gave better head, which ones seemed to improve, the usual stuff. I closed my eyes and it was sunset.
I opened them again and the sun had already gone down and the back porch was lit by dim fairy lights. I was properly edged and it was time to play “cock potato”, which is basically “hot potato” but with my cock in their mouth. I stood up (not without difficulty since the whiskey had hit a little harder than I expected) and fag Steve timed 20 seconds for each of them to try and make me cum. They thought they each had an equal chance, but I have pretty good cum control and knew exactly which one was going to get my load. This is the level of an Apex: to know exactly how to motivate and improve your fags. An Alpha plays checkers; an Apex plays chess.
It wasn’t going to be Ass because I knew that if he didn’t get it, he would be inspired to work harder to get my next one. It wasn’t Irish because his cocksucking skills needed some work. After a few rounds, I had Pretty on my dick. I grabbed him by the back of his head and forgetfully deep throated into him. He panicked a little but I didn’t let go. It was particularly hard for him to learn to submit, but it was also so the other two could understand that resistance truly was futile.
When I felt his throat relax a little, that change in tension was all I needed to cum. He swallowed most of my cum, but I held back a little as I pulled out, leaving the last shot or two for his face.
I stepped back to admire my work and told the other two to clean him up. It was like piranhas at feeding time.Fag Steve, like a good faggot, was ready for me with a fresh towel. I let him dry me off as the 3 fags got out of the jacuzzi. I told them that they should go prep and do spot checks to make sure they were cleaned out deep before we moved inside. They practically tripped over each other trying to get to the bathroom. I let fag Steve suck my cock for a while as I finished my whiskey.
When the fags were all done prepping, I told each of them that I would give them 10 minutes of alone time with me in the bedroom. I wanted to see what they wanted and without the distraction of the others around.
Irish went first and as you can see, what he wanted to do was worship my cock (photo evidence provided to Sam). Ass and I wrestled a bit and he really got into sniffing and licking me all over. Pretty also wanted to suck my dick again. The power and effect of Alpha cum in his gut was very apparent. Eat your heart out, Jane Goodall; I was in my element making observations about fags in their natural habitats.
After they each had their one-on-one time with me, I went back into the living room to grab the poppers and the other two fags. The five of us went into the Master bedroom.
I’m about to go off on a rant right now. I hate condoms. I truly fucking hate condoms. They never fit right, they dull the feelings, and cumming inside one just doesn’t feel the same. That being said, despite all of us being on prep, Irish and Pretty asked that I wear one since Irish has a boyfriend and it is one of Pretty’s sugar daddy’s rules. Fag Steve is friends with Pretty’s SD too, so I wasn’t going to push there, and Irish was so timid, I didn’t want to scare him.
Ass had the right attitude when I asked him privately about it. He basically said, “men were meant to breed, so do what you feel you were born to do”.
To be honest, I remember how it started and I remember how it ended. Everything else was a blur of sweat and skin and cum. It started with Ass sitting on my face after I cracked open the bottle of poppers. Irish helped put the Magnum on me and Pretty sat on it, facing Ass so they could kiss as he adjusted. Supposedly I’m a “little” bigger than his SD. Irish was between my legs, licking at my balls which felt amazing since they were tight in the stretcher. Then like I said, the rest was a blur of grunts and moans and slapping skin on skin. I know Irish rode me next and the three of them did a good job switching things around.
I remember when the condom came off and it felt like my cock could briefly breathe again, even if it was for a few short moments before I fucked Ass. I remember my second load went in him.We took a break and Irish was going to have to get back home soon since it was getting late. He went outside to have a post-sex smoke. I went out and joined him. I don’t usually smoke, but I needed something to mellow me out a little. I remember telling him that smoking was bad for him, taking the cigarette from his fingers, and claiming it as my own. Even with that, let me tell you: Montana in the winter at night is not pleasant. Fortunately, fag Steve had those heater umbrellas so we huddled under one of them. We talked, I did some psychological aftercare with him, made sure he was centered. One thing led to another and I ended up having him against the side of the house, my raw cock fucking him. I couldn’t cum (too cold and I knew that he and his boyfriend would’ve viewed breeding as truly crossing the line), but I did let him jack off until he sprayed his weak little fag cum on the ground. He sucked my dick clean, gave me a cigarette for later (a fag from a fag), and then left.
And then there were two. Ass and Pretty were making out when I got back into the room. Fag Steve was just watching from the corner where he had been sitting the whole time. I snapped my fingers and he went to get Gatorade for me and waters for the fags.
They asked me if everything was okay because I was out there for a while. They acted surprised when I told them I had just bareback fucked Irish. I reassured them that I didn’t cum and that the next load was for one of them. I put Pretty on his knees sucking my dick and Ass rimming me. Fag Steve came back and, this I found funny, Pretty asked him if he could get a Gatorade too. The minute fag Steve was out of the room, Pretty got up from his knees turned around, backed his ass onto my dick, and started fucking himself on my raw cock. Seems like Irish wasn’t the only reticent condom queen. Haha. He stopped when we heard fag Steve coming down the hall and went back to sucking my dick. Probably for the best because he turned me on so much by his ballsiness that I almost busted my nut, and if that has happened, fag Steve definitely would’ve seen.
Round 2 was more of the same blur. Fucking Ass raw, condom on, fucking Pretty, switching things up as fag Steve held the poppers for us and handed us drinks. There was a moment where I remember fucking Pretty doggy style and I was getting really hot and sweaty. I started chugging water and it started running down my body and collecting in the nape of Pretty’s arched back. Ass licked the water from me before drinking from the pool that collected in Pretty’s lower back. It was hot to see Ass so attentive. I’m definitely going to have to use him when I move there. After Ass was done “drying” us up, he got under Pretty in a 69 with him. I kept getting really close but just couldn’t cross that finish line; fucking condoms. I pulled out to catch my breath and leaned back to watch the fags sucking each other. From underneath, Ass gave me a kind of wave. As I leaned forward, he slipped the condom off of me and lined my cock up with Pretty’s hole. I didn’t really need the aiming assistance since he was pretty gaped already. From where faggot Steve was sitting, and with the low light of the room, he never could’ve seen me sliding in raw. Pretty told me later that he and Ass had already discussed this and the only reason he told me to use a condom was because he was afraid fag Steve would tell his SD. So I’m fucking Pretty raw and I feel his ass start to tighten. I’m all too familiar with this and know he’s about to cum. I feel his ass twitch and hear both him and Ass moan. I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to (which I didn’t) and I flooded his guts. When I pulled out, all of my cum and his juices splattered on Ass’s face and Ass immediately rimmed Pretty; this way it would appear as if I had cum on Ass’s face instead. Didn’t take long before Ass was whimpering about cumming so I shoved Pretty’s face down and made him taste Ass’s pathetic fag cum. I have to admit it was fun watching him retch a little in a way he didn’t do when taking my cum down his throat for obvious reasons.
When they were done, Pretty rushed off to the bathroom and Ass let fag Steve lick my cum off his face, which I thought was nice. I followed Pretty into the bathroom (again to make sure he was okay). He was a little shaken and nervous because he was afraid his SD would find out. This was when he told me about the plan for getting me to BB him. I told him he was fine and the two of us showered together. For being a fag I started off wanting to destroy completely, it was a pretty tender moment of reassurance.
Ass came in to tell us that fag Steve was getting tired and asked if I was too. To be honest, I was a little, but I was still horny because #alphaneeds. Pretty got dressed and left, leaving just me with Ass and fag Steve. Fag Steve asked if we needed anything else and I told him I was probably going to go have my other cigarette. He told me that Alphas shouldn’t smoke cigarettes, then proceeded to show me his humidor. Yes, this faggot had a fucking humidor.
The three of us went back onto the patio while I smoked, shooting the shit under the heaters. I got about halfway through a great sweet chocolate cigar but had reached my limit.
We all went inside and fag Steve told me he needed to set the alarm. (Tangent – why someone on a somewhat remote ranch with no neighbors needs an alarm system is beyond me). What this meant, however, was that Ass was either staying the night or leaving right then. He looked at me and I wish I could’ve bottled that look up.
I told fag Steve “he’s staying”.
So Ass and I took the Master bedroom (obviously) and fag Steve took the guest room adjacent to it. For the rest of the night, Ass and I talked, fucked, and had a proper breeding session. I wondered if faggot Steve was turned on by the noise we were making, but I think we both know the answer to that question. Haha.
May I remind you, all of that was just the first trip to check out the new fag-funded digs!
HOLY FUCK!
Granted, this is not the first monstrous Sir Titus fuck session I’ve covered here, but it’s different in that we see how Sir Titus uses Apex Alpha privilege to get exactly what he wants when he wants it. The control is unparalleled. He wields a group of faggots like a master magician, coaxing each one to perform tricks under his sure and steady hand.
His former faggot Cody has told me how amazing it feels to have Sir Titus’ huge cock pumping cum into its hole, and how Sir Titus has a neverending supply of it to feed his property.
Well it sounds like all of Montana will be swallowing liquid manna from his Apex Alpha cock very soon!
Site note: Sir Titus is now an editor here at FWA and will begin writing his experiences directly. He’s a gifted communicator, so I’m looking forward to what he writes going forward!
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This post is part of a thread about a young Alpha fresh out of high school named Sir Willem and his journey to understand his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Part of what excites me about young Alphas learning to use the muscles of their Alphahood is their sense of wonder about their newfound power. It’s a bit like watching Superman first realize he can fly or pick up Pa Kent’s truck. They begin to realize that literally anything is possible, and it both frightens and excites them.
They also begin to question the mechanics of their power, its boundaries and moral implications. That’s no more clearly shown than in the question young Sir Willam asked me last night.
What makes faggot rape so appealing? Is it making someone powerless to oppose you? Seeing the fight go out in their eyes as you cunt them? Or the thrill of the “taboo”?
Great question! I answered him this way:
Well, rape is an interesting and complicated topic within Hierarchy. It definitely appeals to both Alphas and faggots alike, but obviously for different reasons.
Alphas (and lesser males as well) have a natural urge to rape. It is pure animal instinct, a power move unlike any other. Most males won’t admit this openly, but their blood pumps faster when they think about grabbing whatever they want, holding it down, penetrating it forcefully, and breeding it against its will.
Alphas have the most powerful hunting instincts in the animal kingdom and are its most dangerous predators. And just like any animal predator, Alphas like to hunt, capture, and “kill” their prey forcefully. It’s an act of power.
Now, faggots like the idea of being raped because we feed off of the power of Alpha males. We want to be forced and taken by the power of Men. And honestly, faggots exist in part to take all of the rage and force of the Alpha sex drive.
I hope that answers your question, Master.
Why did I answer him this way? Because I wanted him to understand that the rape urge is a natural extension of Alpha power. That doesn’t mean it’s okay to rape. It’s simply giving him permission to work through his feelings safely and without self-loathing. I want him to understand that his feelings are part of the natural process Men go through as they explore their dominance.
I don’t think it’s going to be long before Sir Willam finds a faggot to service him. For now, his girlfriend will suffice. But I sense a yearning within him to begin owning faggots.
And like any true predator, the scent drives him to pursue a kill.
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This post is part of a thread about a young Alpha fresh out of high school named Sir Willem and his journey to understand his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Young Alphahood is amazing to me. Every experience is electric, every new sensation seared into the consciousness. The surge of power, wild and uncontrolled, takes over the Alpha mind. Their imaginations go everywhere, eager to explore the limits and possibilities of their inherited Kingdom.
It’s been fun watching high school Alpha Sir Willam begin this exploration for himself.
He’s been asking me for advice on various topics since we first met a few weeks ago, his inquisitive mind eager to learn how to integrate faggots into his heterosexual life.
Then, like many young Alphas, he wanted to talk to more experienced Alphas to get an Alpha perspective (rather than a faggot’s). I connected him with Master Cody for mentorship.
But even with that arrangement, Sir Willam still wants an experienced faggot’s perspective on some sensitive topics.
Here is a recent question:
I need to ask something that’s been on my mind for a while. How is getting your ass licked and tongue fucked as an Alpha not submissive? Shouldn’t an Alpha’s asshole be a sacred place that’s only used for shitting and giving fags food? An exit not an entrance?
First of all, what a great, insightful question for a young, straight Alpha to ask!
Here was my answer:
That’s a great question with a (somewhat) complicated answer.
Ass licking is basically always about dominance. If an Alpha licks an asshole, he’s probably getting it ready to be fucked (the same way he’d eat pussy). But an Alpha isn’t going to get fucked in the ass, so why would having his asshole licked be a thing
First of all, it feels amazing.
But beyond that, it’s about POWER.
When an Alpha has a female or faggot lick his ass, the ONLY reason they’re doing that is to honor and worship one of the most sacred and sensitive (and taboo) places on his body. You called it “sacred” yourself.
The sub is reducing itself to something akin to toilet paper for the pleasure and worship of an Alpha. The act has ONLY that function.
Oh, and did I mention it feels amazing?Every single straight Alpha who has resisted rimming came back to me to tell me that they were amazed by how powerful they felt from the act.
EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
I’ve heard “damn, you were right, faggot” a lot from surprised Alphas over the years for much of my advice, but especially when Alphas have taken my advice about having their asses licked. Their minds are BLOWN by the power they’ve felt.
So trust me, Master. The first time a faggot licks your ass you will shift into a new gear in terms of dominance.
Yours,
sam the faggot
Sir Willam was grateful that I put his mind at ease, and vowed to make that an area of exploration when he finds a faggot to own.
Just imagine, though – this Alpha is just 18 years old, and he’s looking this deeply into Hierarchical issues!
The sky is the limit for inquisitive, thoughtful Alphas like him!
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This is another entry in the incredible life of Apex Alpha Sir Titus. For all of his true stories, CLICK HERE to read them in chronological order!
There are three Apex Alphas that I consider to be touchstones for the perspective of this site. Two of them are gifted writers of true Hierarchical texts. GOD Natural-Hung-Bull is one of them. The other is the legendary Apex God Sir Titus.
During my first dalliance with him a few years ago, he leveled entire forests of Hierarchical understanding with his massive, extinction-level explosions of power. He redefined what was truly possible for an Apex Alpha – namely, anything and everything.
And then, in an instant, he disappeared into military service.
The debris of his catastrophic rampage settled over my life like bits of trees after a particularly violent storm. And there was a sad quiet, too. I never thought I would ever hear from him again.
As an experienced faggot, I’m accustomed to Alphas disappearing; it’s part of the job description for a faggot. But this loss ached. I had touched the soul of God in Sir Titus, and now that light was gone.
And then, like a transmission from an astronaut lost in deep space, I received a message from Sir Titus!
I saw your post, fag. I’m still around (kinda). Just been keeping a low profile after my Tumblr got shut down.
I’m good. Getting out of the military. Fucked up my knee pretty badly so getting a medical separation with tons of disability, so it’s a good thing.
Been getting ready to move. Going to U of Montana to finish my degree in physical therapy. Got a place all ready for me out there in big sky country.
You know I got back from Bahrain to here in Georgia, but then we kind of fell out of touch. I don’t agree with everything you post on the site, but I understand your reasoning for it and think the site does more good than harm. Since getting back, had two live in fags to train (first in July, second in September). I was on quarantine and they were out of school, so it made things VERY convenient for my needs.
So I asked more about the two live-in faggots he owned in Georgia.
The two fags I had living with me offered to pay me rent and give me money and I turned them down because I knew they couldn’t really afford it. They paid for groceries, but I handled the utilities and things because it impacted me less.
They handled my other needs which allowed me the freedoms to be the Alpha I am. It was the first time I had ever had two fags at once in this fashion and living with me, but it worked out because I put my foot down early and enforced the hierarchy. Because they abided by the law of nature, things worked out great. Hierarchy is the natural order.
Ahhhh … nobody understands the true application of Hierarchy better than Sir Titus! It was so refreshing to hear him say this!
Then, he mentioned how he used the Hierarchy podcast as a tool for training his two faggots! (Blush)
There were a couple I listened to with my fags as part of their training. I’d have them suck my dick while we’d listen and then quiz them afterwards to make sure they could multitask. It didn’t go so well at first. Haha. Whichever one answered more questions correctly got rewarded. Haha. You know me, you know how I train.
So then I needed to hear more about the new arrangements in Montana.
I’m going to miss my fags here. They served me well. Montana is going to be interesting since it’ll be the first time I’m living with a “sugar daddy” fag. I don’t know how else to describe him. Haha.
Okay, so there’s some backstory. There’s a wealthy faggot from LA who has a ranch/house outside of Missoula. He’s only there a few times a year. He’s letting me stay there rent free in a kind of “housesitting” arrangement. I’m also getting paid for it which, considering what tuition costs even with my GI Bill and disability, helps cut down costs. It means I don’t have to work while I’m in school unless I want to, and can focus on my education.
He’s a cashfag for other Alphas, so this is no different for him. He found me and asked if I was ever in LA or Montana. He flew me and my two fags up in January to check out the place. First time I ever flew first class without getting upgraded for being military.
Definitely different from anything I’ve done before, and I know I said I’d never take money from a fag, but the offer is too good to pass up. There are some caveats, but none I have an issue with.
Ugh. I hate when cashfags think they can make demands of the Alphas they serve! But these demands don’t seem outrageous (yet):
Only caveats are:
– when he’s in town, he’d like to have me let him service me uninterrupted which is fine
– he has cameras throughout the house (except in the toilet parts of the bathrooms) which I’m fine with. I don’t need privacy and I want him to know that I’m fucking fags in his house
– weekly Skype chats which I agreed to only if they were short
– make sure the mail is brought in
– and to not wash any rags I use for cleaning up cum
Pretty simple.
To be completely honest, I wrestled with it for a while. The idea of being given money seemed antithetical to the notion that an Alpha should be self sufficient.
I eventually settled on the fact that it’s a means to an end, and not some sort of control being done by the fag. The reality is that I could move there and be completely self sufficient.
However, it’s just like sex. I could jack off, but why not be worshipped?
I could live in a small apartment and live okay, but why do that when I could have this?
He’s absolutely right, of course. Alphas deserve such worship, Apex Alphas doubly so.
Then Sir Titus dropped this bit of solid gold truth he learned while training his two Georgia fags:
True, but women are more selective, and sometimes it’s easier to help the fags who haven’t yet accepted their place in the hierarchy understand their role. Some are just visual learners.
Some fags have to “come out” twice; first as gay, then as fags.
One of my boys had no issues with it. The other took some time. Everyone is on a different path. I just provided a place where he could admit his desires without being judged or made to feel guilt about it.
The other thing that helped was my first fag who was already with me. They bonded quickly and I didn’t interfere in that since I’m not fluent in speaking fag. Haha.
Honestly, no Alpha on the planet speaks “fag” better than Sir Titus. He is a Master of the highest order. For more evidence of this, feel free to read his mastery over his last faggot Cody before he disappeared (Cody’s Last Ride) or the absolutely essential post Terra Firma he wrote about faggot training.
There is simply no Alpha, Apex or otherwise, who can touch the supreme power of Sir Titus. He is the uninhibited forces of Nature distilled into the form of an ultimate Man.
For me, a little faggot forever on the ground, it feels good to have the light of this true god beaming down on me again!
Thank you always, Master!
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I love checking the comments section of this site because occasionally somebody will drop a personal experience that blows me away.
Such is the case here with a comment a reader named Zack left on an article about cunting. When I first wrote about cunting a few years ago, I didn’t know if anyone would be able to relate to my own experiences with it. Instead, it turned out that my posts on the subject finally put words to the experiences faggots were really having while being fucked by their Alphas.
I think this comment really demonstrates the transformational power of cunting.
I wasn’t properly cunted until a couple of years ago. I was 28, and at the time I was still living as a straight man, and was engaged to girl. I had played with guys and had bottomed but had never really given myself to it fully, had always tried to hold onto my masculinity, always wanted to top too, had always told myself that it was just kind of a bit of fun, and I’d never been fully dominated by an alpha.
Then I met an alpha god called James through a personals ad. Even his tone in messages was dominant. I knew this was something different than what I’d experienced before. I was scared, but I was excited. Something at the back of my mind told me it was important that I meet him.
So I did. And he transformed me. It wasn’t just the way he used me physically, though that was intense – he fucked me powerfully and repeatedly – but he got into my head, into my soul. He made me say things about myself that I knew were true. He made me give voice to desires that I hadn’t even admitted to myself. And he degraded me and humiliated me in ways that made me feel special, made me feel seen, and made me understand my purpose.
I served as his faggot for over a year after that, until work took him out of the country. He used me as a servant and a fucktoy, he shared me with his friends. There was no shred of the resistance I’d had before, and no desire in me to hang on to some idea of being masculine. He’d shown me what I am, and what I’m for, and I’ll always be grateful to him for that.
I’ve tried chasing the feeling of euphoria that came from that first cunting, but nothing has really come close. It’s life-changing.
What incredible testimony!
When I talk about the power of Men, it’s really about this right here. It’s the ability an Alpha has to take a sub male living a lie and forcing that male to accept the truth about itself by the sheer power of his cock, his cum, and his dominant will.
Alphas who do not carry out this divinely-sanctioned commission to use their power in this way are incomplete. A cock is more than an instrument for breeding. It is the manifestation of transformational power. The cock and balls of a Man are tools uniquely designed for this purpose.
When an Alpha mounts an inferior, it’s his Hierarchical duty to reinforce natural order through dominance, cunting, and breeding.
Listen to the grateful words of the faggot above. It was changed forever by this natural Hierarchical process. The forceful application of Alpha power is the only thing that makes this beautiful event a reality!
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Alphas have privileges other Men don’t, but only through the application of Alpha privilege do they fulfill their Alphahood.
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This is a magnificent tweet from Master David. Punchy, direct, and true.
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Here is the inimitable Lane V. Rogers (formerly Helix Studios golden boy Blake Mitchell) enjoying a cigar and looking quite dashing in his gorgeous beige jacket. He’s celebrating his recent acceptance into college.
I just love this about the Man. Lane never stops trying to improve himself despite already achieving phenomenal success at a young age. Alphas are like that. They are constantly hungry for new achievements and goals.
But lets not forget that, beneath the civilized veneer he projects to his professional audience, Lane is still an Alpha Beast beneath it.
Here he is absolutely face fucking his boyfriend faggot Chad Alec with abandon. “Get over here!” barks Master Lane as he gets ready to unload in his pet faggot’s mouth.
There is no way to ever suppress the true animal of a Man!
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This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the things I preach emphatically to all Alphas is the use of Alpha privilege. What is that? It is the natural right all true Alphas have to take what they want.
Some people always push back and tell me I’m encouraging rape, blah blah blah. I’m not talking about rape, but rather the exertion of Alpha power to encourage inferiors to fulfill their natural purpose and take the inferiors to places they want to go. So, in my opinion, the exertion of Alpha privilege is part of reinforcement of Hierarchical principles that have been around since the dawn of mankind. When Alphas push their privilege, both the Alpha and the inferior experience Hierarchical fulfillment.
And also, magic happens.
For example, consider this shocking new experience from Master Cody. A simple trip to the coffee shop rapidly becomes an unforgettable example of what happens when an Alpha uses his privilege to take what he wants.
I went by a coffee shop Monday evening. No one else was in line. The guy working the counter got so flushed all of a sudden. I love when they’re pale enough for me to see it. I talked to him a few minutes and watched him get clumsy and forgetful. He apologized and I told him don’t sweat it because it was almost end of shift for him.
I asked him when his next day off was. It was the next day. I don’t intentionally do this, but I just began smiling and joking around with him. I told him that he needed to enjoy himself and relax. I paraphrased a line from Scarface that I love and said “you look like you haven’t got laid in a month.” He was beet red by then. I love embarrassing fags a little but in a light-hearted way. I asked what he was going to do. I don’t remember what he said but I just said “I should come by then.” And he agreed, a little breathless. It’s like hypnosis.
I got his apartment number and went over there yesterday morning. He clearly hadn’t woke up yet when he answered. He seemed pretty lost so I told him let’s go to back to his bedroom. I laid down and kept my shoes off the foot of the bed. He instinctively took them off. I had to pull him down on the bed. He must have thought this was a fever dream. It was a nice day. He made lunch for me. Aaand he got thoroughly fucked in both ends. He was a shaking mess each time. Even sucking my dick he would make little moaning noises and had these hyper movements. He was fucking ravenous for dick. He liked licking my pits, taint, and so much else. He washed me in the shower later in the afternoon. It was just a full range of service and he clearly enjoyed all of it.
I let him snuggle me after ruts. From what little I learned from anatomy, all that oxytocin just makes women and fags need that physical bond. It can create mismatched expectations between me and them though. Luckily he didn’t seem to have any expectations with that. But all it takes is a little gentle coaxing and they’re no longer in control.
Masterful use of Alpha privilege! That isn’t rape, folks, but clearly the coffee shop faggot had no chance. Master Cody decided that he wanted to breed the faggot, and casually flexed his superior privilege to make the faggot submit.
I followed up Master Cody’s message with a question about how he knew the guy at the coffee shop was a faggot. Master Cody’s response was insightful:
The blush was part of it. Most guys don’t act surprised or suddenly anxious when I strike up a conversation. Then there’s the forgetfulness and clumsiness. Most of them cannot hide it. The retail setting already puts him in a servile position. Once they can shake off the distraction in their mind they’re usually a little more attentive to making your order perfect, giving you extra things for free, etc. The anxiety for them is amusing for me. I don’t do it to be mean. Their minds are poisoned by rules of etiquette that says they can’t be overly friendly with a customer, or that you’re not supposed to just be upfront about wanting to fuck, don’t fuck when you first meet someone, or whether there’s a time and place for certain things to happen. Fuck all of that. Plus my brain reads that embarrassed, flirtatious anxiety as “I need to be fucked.”
They’re too guarded for most men to feel comfortable making a move, and they’re too shy to make it themselves. People like that don’t get what they need sexually. They want someone to fall out of the sky and just tell them that they want to fuck them. So, I make myself fall out of the sky for them. Part of the reward for me is that they’re always hungry as fuck and want to make the opportunity count once they get it.
I was so proud of Master Cody for zeroing in on what is really happening here. His line about how his “brain reads that embarrassed, flirtatious anxiety as ‘I need to be fucked‘” is very telling. I’ve often tried to describe how Alphas have a sixth sense, not for dead people, but for faggots and other submissives around them. I’ve always marveled at how easily Alphas see through the fragile, tissue paper walls behind which faggots try to hide. Those walls might as well be a red cape waved in front of a bull.
I actually think that instinct inside Master Cody’s brain is evolutionary, an intense primal instinct passed down the Alpha bloodline genetically. Hierarchy is reinforced by the genetic pruning of evolutionary development, and the exertion of Alpha privilege is part of that development.
However, the key word here is “exertion.” It must be exercised, like a muscle. That takes purposeful action.
Master Cody confidently exerts his Alpha privilege, and his life is better for it. Hierarchy is better for it. All Alphas should do the same.
[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]
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It’s amazing how quickly young Alphas learn about findom and how to own and use faggots.
Brand new on the scene, young @MuscleG0d already has the poses and the physical presence to make inferiors weak and eager to serve!
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This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
At the end of the last update you might remember that Michael said that his office boss and Master, William, told Michael that he would be accompanying his god/son Master Theo to whatever college he was going to choose in order to continue serving and pleasing him there.
Well, Michael excitedly wrote to me once he received the news of his new assignment:
Sam, It was a tough competition but UCLA is the winner. It beat out a couple of Ivy League schools and another top-flite state university and it WON my Alpha Theo as a student and for its baseball team. Los Angeles is an awesome city for an Alpha Male and His lucky faggot. i’ll keep you posted as to the exciting details as they unfold. Regards, michael
Michael is right – Los Angeles is a perfect city for a young, virile Alpha King to stay for a few years. There is a lot of delusional, attractive pussy to fuck, lots of money flying everywhere, and the spotlight of the nation beaming directly onto it.
And behind the scenes, working tirelessly to support Master Theo’s L.A. Alpha lifestyle, will be his trusty faggot Michael! It’s a dream assignment for any faggot, and definitely a reward for Michael’s faithful service! I’m just as excited as he is!
[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]
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This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
During the last few weeks while I was wasting my time with childish hoaxes Master Cody had been sending me email updates of his further sexual adventures. They were pretty hot and (as always) well written, so I thought I would try to preserve his timeline on the site while I still have him around.
I stirred around this morning with a very subtle blowjob from Mattias. It must have been a really light touch. When I finally woke up I was so hard that it hurt. I usually don’t care about being noisy but I didn’t want to alarm his parents.
I’d like to have spent the rest of the day with Mattias but he had other obligations. I decided to go back to campus. It’s usually a crypt on the weekends and I don’t like being there too much. I don’t really have a need for caffeine but I do like cold tea so I stopped in at a Starbucks. I ran into one of my ex-girlfriend’s less annoying friends.
I really have a thing for girls in sundresses. I thought I would do an experiment. We started chatting. I kept my eyes locked with hers. I complimented how she looked in the dress. That part was actually legit. I would have taken her in Starbucks. I find that a lot of guys are chicken about compliments. I’m just forward without being creepy.
I qualified the compliment further. I told her that sundresses just compliment the feminine form, they’re classy, wholesome. I wanted her to feel sexy. She was enjoying it. She gave me some complimentary feedback as well. I peacock pretty well.
She was hooked. I took her back to my room and fucked her senseless. Just good sweaty, hard, cervix bruising breeding. We spent a little time after but she had to go and shower. She was meeting up with my ex-gf and their friends later. She was so fucked up afterward. Aches, mental fogginess, fatigue, and a mixture of mine and her sweat. She got as presentable as she could and headed out.
My roommate was watching out of the cracked bathroom door the whole time.
But then the experimental part. In about an hour I got a call from my ex bitching that I was fucking her friends. I asked if her friend had told her that I fucked her. She answered no. I acted like a dick and said that I was really confused then. I’d guess it was a combination of factors: my scent, her wiped out physical and mental state, that mix of bodily fluids. My ex picked up on it all. Knowing her she became insanely jealous if not aroused by it. I can’t help but be touched.
I just came back to my parents’ house to study and spend the night. The funny thing is that I tend to think much more clearly after an orgasm than the woman (or faggot) does. Unless it was a really intense session like when I fucked my roommate then I’m usually able to put my mind to other things. They’re usually cheerfully clumsy and ditsy acting after.
Anyway, that’s that.
Of course, Master Cody doesn’t take long to reload.
My ex’s friend – the one I fucked yesterday – texted me. Another friend from that circle was interested. I shrugged it off but then she clarified that she meant both at the same time.
I love 2 girls at once. Big surprise, I’m sure. I like it when neither of them is attached to me romantically in any way. It’s all about me and they’re sooo suggestible. That’ll be later though. They probably saved my poor roommate’s ass.
But I still felt like being a dick. I told him I was going to fuck two girls tonight. I asked him what he thought of that. Now that he’s more open and honest he just admitted that he thought it sounded gross.
I told him to masturbate in front of me and stop studying. I put on straight porn, girl-on-girl. He clearly didn’t want to do it. I made him get naked too. It was pathetic but funny. It wasn’t even that his dick was that bad. He just looked extremely uncomfortable (and funny). He would try to close his eyes but I made him watch the video.He finally nutted a tiny amount. I made him eat his own cum.
I’m not sure if this is milking or some other thing, but I had him do it 4 times. All of it was to girl-on-girl or solo girl. I took off my shirt and would pull down my shorts to try to distract him only to scold him into watching girls again.
I’d love to make him try fucking a woman. It would be hilarious. I told him if he could get hard again that I’d let him suck my dick and touch me anywhere. He couldn’t get it up at that point. I just shook my head and pulled up my shorts and put my shirt back on.
I’m glad I didn’t jerk off today. Now I won’t have to tonight. I can’t wait. I’m going to make both of them get nasty.
I’m not sure I understand why straight Alphas love to make us watch lesbian porn. I think they like to see our vacuous, slightly-annoyed faces. In this case, it was all about humiliation; Master Cody wanted to demonstrate that his faggot roommate was not even a Man at all. Of course, swallowing multiple loads of pure Alpha cum from Master Cody’s prodigious cock probably taught the faggot that much already.
But the fag humiliation was just a distraction. Master Cody was hungry for more pussy, so he arranged a threesome:
Last night was fuckin wonderful. I only wish we could have stayed there overnight. Having to break it up and come back to my room was unavoidable though. I got to breed both. At first though I got a nice two-on-one blow job from them. I love that too. Big shocker. I finished off jerking off on them. I had them put their faces together. I had them lick it off each other and French kiss with my nut. Like I said, they’re so suggestible in that state. I thought a little about what I did to my roommate. I think what it boiled down to was exploiting his discomfort over his maleness. He was embarrassed to try to perform as a non-faggot. Something about forcing him to jerk off to girls was funny to me. Now I wish I had time to make him try to fuck a girl. Men who are uncomfortable with being men are more common than I thought. He’s definitely one of them. He’s not trans. It’s hard for me to explain it probably because that’s foreign to my nature.
We have a reforested area here on campus. I’ve gone running on some of the trails. Sometimes I just take a walk there. I came across one of the dorm fags. We went off the trail and got my balls drained. I love anything outdoors or public. A little under 2 years ago I was at a party. Of course sex came up. This chick from another school said she was an exhibitionist. Most everyone was high or intoxicated. I probably had a couple of drinks. Most people didn’t think one way or another about it. They wouldn’t do it. I asked them why it was such a big deal. So since I seemed okay with it the dares started coming.Long story short, we had full blown sex in front of about 20-30 people. They all disappeared from my thoughts and I was totally focused on breeding her. No one even said anything about going in raw. Everyone seemed pretty impressed with it all. Some of them got to see a real female orgasm and a real rut for the first time. As intense as I was, no one tried to stop it. I did nothing different than I would have in private. I pushed her down on the bed, undressed her, and called the shots. I kept my eyes locked with hers. Even if she was totally kidding, or just fantasizing, I put her in a space where she was comfortable and ready for it. It could have been a nature documentary (and I’m sure somebody was recording it). I wasn’t all that interested in doing this at first, but once the dares started coming I just didn’t care. I felt perfectly at ease about it. She talked to me about it afterward about it. She said, even despite the talk, that she never ever thought she would actually do it. But after about a minute with my gaze and boldness she wanted to be taken. She felt desired. She thanked me.
Anyway, I’m all over the place. I’m hungry. I’m going to get some early dinner and re-center my thoughts. It’s a big week of finals.
Along with these hot stories of his recent sexual conquests, Master Cody sent me four more pics of himself in various states of sweat and undress. He’s exactly as hot as you imagine. I’m hoping he will finally give me permission to use them in some fashion on the site.
I guess the sum total of the above emails serve to remind us that Alphas don’t live like ordinary Men, and for the most part they simply CAN’T. It’s not in their programming to live like other males. ‘
The school year is finishing up, which of course means there will be ample time for Master Cody to expand his hold on humanity. It’s such a privilege to be able to document his rise to infinite power!
[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]
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As I said in a recent post, I’m keenly aware of the Alphas hovering over this site and dispassionately observing it the way a scientist might watch the behavior of mice in a cage. We are all playthings in a world ruled by Alphas. They study curiosities like this site the way a cat studies a foolish mouse.
I received a message from one of these Alpha overlords a couple of days ago during the meltdown over a failed post. He’s an Alpha I’ve never met before and didn’t know has been out there watching the rise of this site over the years. He’s had his eye on the site the way NASA scientists track faraway objects in space. He just never made his presence known … until now.
In an email delightfully titled “TO SAM, THE SWEET FAG: DONT GIVE UP”, this mysterious Alpha known as “Soares” revealed both his presence and his purpose for interjecting at this point.
Don’t give up on your projects, little Sam. Certainly don’t give up on your website, even for a while. Your activities matter to you as much as they do to thousands of faggots desperate for male attention, who see in themselves only sick and disoriented creatures.
In a fierce storm of sexual beings concerned about the lust or disgust of their own instincts, you, little fagot is a beacon of light. Its website is a safe haven where creatures of all peoples and languages recognize, in your words, the nature of their condition, the primary instinct under the skin that makes some human beings bow to the strength and determination of the most powerful individuals of the species, and others rise to occupy the rightful place in the world.
I, as ‘the’ alpha, deeply appreciate your retraction about Jake and Henry’s silly story, which I learned from a beautiful little piece of rapemeat that serves me, and which I forwarded to see your posts a few months ago (he needed to understand elements of his condition). It is the kind of honesty about error, and the desire to correct deviant conduct, which I demand from all my servants, not all, clearly, can have a posture like yours. When your retraction was read to me, I smelled between the lines, a certain disappointment that seemed profound, not only because of the time and feeling you invested in the false story, but because, it may have felt that such a story was just the bait to demolish part of your convictions and work. So I command you Sam: Don’t give up.
I now understand better the degree of your submission, when I see that your desire to help a fellow faggot, and your unrestricted admiration for alphas, blinded you to certain suspicious elements of the story. Faggots, often pathetic in their services, betas and children’s alphas will be more judgmental about you and your mistake. I give you this: The price of your mission is the possibility of error, and the judgment derived from it. Accepting risk is the price of having an “exclusive greatness” in its own way (Just a figure of speech, you see, a fag can only be great under the shadow of an alpha and under the weight of his servitude).
I clearly do not endorse the disgusting lies used by these pathetic figures in order to deceive a humiliated creature like you. And although I am not in favor of violence, I feel that I could produce excruciating delights if one of them ever falls under my care. Sometimes I think it is my mission to restore the correct balance of the world, and fags (as they can only be), eluding other fags is a presumption of importance and a steal of indispensable time that you could devote in the service of true masculinity…
I have always considered myself a meticulous observer, and yet, it still surprises me as a small, weak and humiliated creature like you stood up to carry this message of adoration of manhood. You naturally do not have the strength, wisdom and power of your superiors, but nevertheless, you seem to enjoy an unusual conviction of purpose even for most alphas.
It turned me on for more than a moment, surprisingly, to imagine this conviction directed to personal service, most of the submissives, betas and some ‘alphas’ become boring after some time. A lack of conviction about their place in the world replaced only by high doses of lust and service: a lifeless sexual object. Others simply break down or dilute physically and mentally in the hope of mixing their pale existence in the shadow of my greatness, seeking to become an extension, even if it is in the form of a toy. I am hopelessly sadistic for their happiness, or their doom, of course.
I will not write again soon. I never wrote before in the almost a decade since I discover your existence…(it would be a lie say I was following you carefully). But the time to write looked me just right, in view of your emotional state and the exceeding time of today. So stay warned: A man also has his own purposes, and time is a precious input that does not run faster or slower for me than for the ordinary masses in the world.
Bruno, the servant, who types my words, is slow enough to take more time on this than I would have liked to have given. I will give him some physical ‘incentive’ to type faster in the future, he looks forward to it and I think it is purposeful … (he has a smile in his cuntface typing this), he sends you greetings.
At some point in the future, I hope to find you anxious and on your knees, at which time your conviction will be tested in delightful ways, to my sole satisfaction.
From Me to you,
“the One”
As you can imagine, I quivered with awe at the words above. The letter reads like a missive from Mount Olympus high in the clouds to a little humble servant on the ground. Indeed, that is probably the truest characterization of it.
The glorious words, though, gave me strength.
I am resigned to the fact that I may never hear from this Alpha again, and that makes me sad. There’s a sort of gravitational pull around his presence that feels both ominous and inescapable, like if black holes could be Alphas. I would almost relish the opportunity to be sucked in and pulverized by a Man as mighty as him.
So my great Sir, wherever you are, I thank you publicly for this great and rare gift! May your reign by fruitful and everlasting!
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This post is part of a thread chronicling the adventures of Miami fag, a muscular executive faggot who travels and services white collar Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Well, the first story featuring the adventures of Miami fag really inspired a bunch of faggots out there. They were positively vibrating with excitement!
That’s the power of the direct approach in action!
Frankly, Miami fag was pretty thrilled to see his story published and the positive feedback it received, too. So he wanted to share another true story (see disclaimer below) of a crazy encounter he had … with his boss.
OK. Here’s the story of me sucking off my boss. One of the hottest things that’s EVER happened to me.
So about 10 years, I was living in Washington, DC. I work as a consultant. My boss and I were always close. He was a real mentor to me when I was first starting out, and he hired me just when I needed a job. He’s a great boss too. He is 12 years older than I am and much taller (I am 5’9, he is 6’4). For a guy in his late 40s, he is in incredible shape too. We would occasionally work out together, and he could run circles around me in the gym (and I know my way around the equipment!). Long story short, we were always close, but he was also always the boss – I followed orders, he gave them.
One day, I decided to take a sick day so that I could spend the day giving head. Twice a month I’d get in the habit of posting craigslist ads offering no recip oral sessions for straight, hung men. Had a lot of great experiences doing this and have been able to provide oral relief to hundreds and hundreds of men over the years.
This one day, I posted an ad, and I received a great response. The guy said he was married, never got head, and his wife had basically stopped interacting with him. He said he needed a muscular faggot to push around a little bit and to take care of him. He sent a picture – lean, athletic body, but no dick pic included. I do not require face or dick pics to meet; however, given my professional status and my personal looks, I consider myself to be a cocksucker only for top notch Alpha men. When a man shows up for head, I can tell if he is a real Alpha or not. The fake ones, I always turn away. So, it doesn’t matter if no face or dick pic, because I will absolutely turn them away if they do not meet my expectations. (I’m sure this will cause some cocksucker controversy!!! :).
(This is a bit bothersome. It’s unwise for faggots to be this arrogant. Nothing against Miami fag here – what he’s doing is working – but having this kind of attitude will lead to disaster more often than success.)
So, I take the risk. I gave him my address and we decided to meet about 1 hour later. Whenever I’m about to service a Man, I get butterflies in my stomach – the adrenaline rush is unbelievable. So, the time came, and I went outside (I lived in an apartment building at that time) to wait.
And then I saw him, my boss. He had parked his car and was walking towwards my building. He saw me. He put two and two together. So did I. He approached me, and I just said, “It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” And he just said, “Promise?” And I said, “Yes. 100%.” He looked so nervous, but we went upstairs anyway.
As soon as we entered my apartment, his entire mood changed. He is usually the nicest and friendliest guy. All of sudden, he became extremely serious. Made me take off my clothes and tell him why I deserved to suck his dick. He put his big hand behind my head and put my face right in his and said, I will never forget, “I’ve always wanted to fuck your face, faggot.” Then he spit right in my face. He took off his shirt, and then everything but his underwear. He made me pull those off and I couldn’t believe my eyes. One of the biggest Manhoods I’ve ever seen. It was a good length, probably 8″, but the girth was incredible. Thicker than a beer can, or so it seemed.
I went in to start servicing, but he pushed me away. “Smell it first.” He made me smell his dick for a good few minutes and tell him why I should be allowed to suck it. I was in heaven, Sam. It was unbelievable. Finally, he let me suck it. And when he got close, he asked if I swallow. I said “Yes, sir, I do.” And just like that, he came, right down my throat.
He got dressed, left, and we NEVER spoke of it again. And we had a great working relationship after that too. (I should explain that, while I am a faggot and I am meant to serve men, and while I LOVE all men and their beautiful penises, I only service the highest quality alphas. I am an “alpha” in real life myself – I always make more money than the men who want their dicks sucked, I am great looking, have an incredible body, etc. For me, I need a TRUE alpha to feed me. It’s hard to find TRUE alphas. Some men just pretend. They see this as role play, as a game. They want to feel 15 minutes of power by pretending to be a real alpha who is in charge. When I find men who ARE truly in charge, my heart races and my adrenaline pumps.)
Never sucked him again. But, thanks to you, the next time I see him, I will be VERY direct about it. I have a plan. Hoping to see him in September at an event. Planning to say something to him like, “If you need a repeat, sir, you know where to find me.” Just let him know it’s all good.
This was handled impeccably. Business-like, appropriately. I mean aside from the spitting and throat fucking and the cumshot, of course.
Ask yourself – if you saw your boss walking up the drive on his way to use your mouth, would you have the nerve to go through with it? Would you be able to steel yourself and improvise on the fly in order to make sure you perform properly?
This is what separates faggots from the pretenders. True faggots can put everything in the line for the sake of purpose!
Thank you Miami fag for sharing this amazing story!
[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]
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[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]
I’ve been sucking straight dick for more than 20 years. When I first began writing about my experiences wrangling straight Alphas and serving them, I was roundly criticized for making shit up.
Six years ago when I started this site, I was one of the loudest voices publicizing this basic truth, and I was genuinely baffled by the disbelief I received. Later my stance was supported by powerful straight married Alphas like Natural Hung Bull or Straight Alpha Mike who verified that straight Alphas do indeed use faggots, and that they are approachable by faggots.
Then I began to explain how I make an offer to straight strangers I meet in life. And yet again I was blasted by unbelievers who told me I was full of shit.
But every so often I get a message from a faggot who gathers up the necessary courage and tries my advice … and they come back to me with awesome success stories.
The latest story comes from a faggot I’m going to name Miami.
Hi Sam. I am a HUGE fan. I love what you do. I have dozens of great stories of times when I have sucked cock BUT it wasn’t until I started reading your site that I got the courage to be direct about it.
So literally just last week, I met up with a colleague of mine. A man I’ve worked with for many years. He was in town and we decided to grab dinner. We’re both mid-30s professional dudes. He’s married with a few kids. I’m single but date around occasionally. We’re friendly but not necessarily friends. We grabbed dinner and talked business, figured out what we needed to.
Then, as we were having a last drink (we were at a restaurant a few blocks from his hotel), he hinted that he was hoping to find a woman while he was in town. I can’t be judgmental of others, and I don’t have any judgment about his marriage or who he does what with.
But it was my opening. I remembered your advice to cocksuckers to be direct.
Now let me tell you about him quickly: He is about 6’2 and I’d say 180-190 pounds. He works out regularly but really more of a dad body with muscular arms and shoulders…at least that’s all I’ve been able to see. Dark wavy hair; extremely handsome masculine face; dark features, And my favorite…HUGE hands. It was the first thing I noticed about him when we met 8 or so years ago.
So, he makes this comment about finding a woman, And I said, “You know, P—, there’s an easy way for you to get your rocks off.” He was surprised to hear me talk like this. I said, “Have you ever heard of a cocksucker?” He laughed – god his smile is so amazing – he thought I was joking.
I kept a straight face and he said, “What do you mean?” Seeing that I was serious. I said “there is a special sub-class of gay and bi men who identify as cocksuckers. This means that they live and die to just suck dick.” He opened his eyes even bigger and said “Really?” I told him that cocksuckers live to be between a Man’s legs and will focus on all of the areas that a woman just doesn’t know – his balls, under his balls, his thighs, his feet.
He leaned in and said really quietly, “How do I find one?” I said you’ve been working with one for 8 years.
The check just happen to come at that moment, and he threw down a bunch of cash. He said, “I have to make a phone call, but come to Room such-and-such in 30 minutes at the hotel.” So of course, I went.
He had propped the door open, and was seated on the couch at the end of the room. When I walked in, his back was basically to me, but I could see that he was shirtless. I walked around the couch, and he was sitting there, legs spread, in nothing but his boxer briefs. He was slightly stocky, but his torso was covered in this beautiful dark fur and his arms were just resting on the back of the couch. I could see his pits. Big biceps, big shoulders, beautiful pecs. A real man. And his legs. Hairy and muscular, with a set of Size 14 feet ending each.
“Get to work.” That’s what he said! I could have cum right then.
I got down on my knees between his legs. And I helped pull off his boxer briefs. The smell of his crotch hit me and I was gone. Passed out in faggot heaven. His dick was starting to get hard and was so perfectly thick. He wasn’t too verbal, but I edged him quite a few times. After about an hour, he said his balls couldn’t take it any more and he “needed to nut.” I kept going. About 30 seconds later, I felt his huge left hand come down HARD on the back of my head, which pushed his Manhood deep into my throat, and he gave me a wonderful load.
I cleaned him up, and he was extremely grateful. And PROMISED to feed me again next time I see him. All thanks to you!!!!!
I fucking love success stories like this from brave faggots who follow my advice and push themselves and their offer out there to straight Men. I’m telling you, there will be lots of success stories if you do the same.
Thanks to Miami fag for sharing his amazing victory with me!
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Faggots come to this site all day every day because they supposedly worship Alphas. They breathlessly call Alphas “god” and swear everlasting devotion to their power.
Then an Alpha does something totally outside their comfort zone or comprehension and they instantly call him fake.
Folks, these incredible acts and accomplishments are exactly why they are designated as Alpha! They are not supposed to be like other Men!
I am a true worshiper of Alphas because long ago I accepted that Alphas are capable of anything. I don’t doubt them or underestimate them.
I accept them for what they truly are: wondrous miracles of Evolutionary Creation.
They are my superheroes. And they keep me in wonder.
So I’ll leave the darkness of doubt and disbelief to those still still on the ground. I’m too busy flying.
~ sam the faggot
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Many of you remember the post I published on February 23, 2021 entitled “Opportunity of a Lifetime” (CLICK HERE) about a bachelor party from the UK that was supposed to take place this summer in both New York and Las Vegas.
I’ve received stuff like this before and largely ignored them. But this time the request came from an older Alpha named Max with whom I had previous dealings. I trusted him to be telling the truth. He had a very specific game plan for the two-week party that I reproduced faithfully in the post. He put me in charge of assembling potential faggots to serve at both locations, and even though I had no time for such an assignment, I gave it my best shot.
Much to my surprise, a lot of quality faggots applied for the assignments, including a shocking number of toilet fags. And this was really the joyous part for me, seeing good faggots reach out for an opportunity to serve that way in real time.
But then Max became unresponsive. I started demanding answers about the faggots I was sending his way. Finally, Max shut off his Kik and apparently ghosted me.
I have to listen to Alphas bitch about the fickleness and unreliability of faggots, but in my experience there are just as many immature, game-playing Alphas out there. In my opinion, these dumbasses are WORSE than faggots. The idea that these time-wasting children masquerade as Men sickens me because they are insulting to the very idea of Alphahood.
So, to all of my brothers who applied to serve these parties, I apologize. I also thank you for making my heart very proud.
If you have any issues with this time-wasting prick, you can contact him yourself:
KIK: MAX_A_00
EMAIL: Max_a_2000@outlook.com
What an embarrassment.
~ sam
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This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There is a pic of Apex Alpha god Master Cody. I’ve seen his face (he hasn’t allowed me to share that pic yet), and let me tell you that his face is as hot as his body!
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One of my favorite accounts on Twitter is Master David (@davidtentwoone). He is a wise and luxurious executive Alpha who doles out truth bombs to eager boys desperate for direction.
Here are his Ten Commandments.
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Hierarchy often veers wildly into uncomfortable truths and difficult-to-imagine scenarios. We are dealing with Male sexuality and the Male sex drive, possibly the most unpredictable force in human society.
As I’ve said before with previous stories involving male children, the Hierarchical realities of Male dominance sometimes comes into play in unpleasant (and sometimes sad) ways. Child abuse is nothing to be taken lightly or tossed off like it’s any other sexual fetish. It’s very dangerous and destructive.
But child abuse and its effects should not be ignored, either.
The story I’m relating here involves an older faggot named John. He told me two stories about experiences with straight Alphas who used him and made indelible impressions on his life. The first was his stepdad when he was a child:
My stepdad was my first Master when I was very young (13). He taught me cocksucking, disciplined me with his belt. and gave me detailed lessons in eating his asshole. At my request, he also let me worship his feet.
I served him all through high school and into college. He and my mom divorced and he moved to the East Coast. I last saw him more than 40 years ago.
I find it very interesting that John calls this abusive stepdad his “first Master” which could be interpreted as an affectionate term. Like rape victims (including myself), victims of sexual trauma often find gratitude in the experiences they suffered and for the ones who inflicted them. Perhaps there is a tendency in the human mind to search for the good out of terrible events, like searching for lone flowers in a forest devastated by fire.
But familial service continued for John into his later life. He got married to a female and ended up serving his father-in-law.
My best experience with foot worship came many years ago when I was serving my then father in law. He was a straight alpha and 30 years older than me. One of the things he liked most was humiliation and he used his feet to do that. When I came to his place he’d be sitting in his chair barefoot. He made sure the soles of his feet were filthy and he made me ask politely if I could lick them clean. He would also use my face as a footstool while he talked on the phone. He had a couple of alpha friends who he’d let watch. He also had me tongue clean their feet. It was amazingly hot.
I cannot emphasize enough how dangerous it can be for family members to engage in these types of relationships. Fortunately, it seems to have worked out for my fag brother John, but there are countless others who see their lives (and the lives of the associated family) ruined by this.
I appreciate this brother’s honesty, though. Hopefully someone out there reading this can be helped by it.
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Ever since I wrote the post “A Little More About Rape” way back in 2015 (CLICK HERE) I have been bombarded by hate and accusations of fetishizing or advocating rape.
What these accusers fail to comprehend about articles like that is that they are public displays of the inner workings of my own mind on the subject. As the victim of a violent rape, I was left with many conflicting feelings about my experience. From those feelings arose an ever-solidifying viewpoint on rape from a Hierarchical perspective that I freely admit is not conventional and could be offensive. But I believe within it lies a fundamental truth.
That truth is this: rape is a Hierarchically-sound part of the sorting process among dominant and submissive males. Alphas sometimes rape faggots, and these acts reinforce proper and necessary roles between males. Mind you, that is not an advocation of rape. It is simply a Hierarchical explanation for rape as a natural process.
Why do I feel emboldened to say such a thing? Because ever since I wrote that article I have received countless letters from other faggots who have been raped who came to similar conclusions. While all of these messages and letters have been personally validating, I’m not sure I’ve ever received one that so powerfully explained how I felt during and after my own rape. It’s from a faggot named Sean, and the story he tells is both horrifying and inspirational. Read:
I felt compelled to write to you to weigh in on the complex and controversial topic of faggot rape. I understand you do not — and should not — promote rape. However I also wanted to share my personal insight as one who has endured rape and why I am ultimately thankful for the experience and to the Alpha who raped me.
First I should say I have had more than one experience with what most people would classify as rape, including my first sexual experience. I am 46 now and so back in the day, newspaper ads were a way to discreetly meet Men. I was a sophomore in college and I answered an ad from 2 Men (a couple) who wanted to fuck a bottom. I responded and told them I was a virgin which excited them. I was picked up and taken to their place. We relaxed and I sucked their dicks for a bit before one of them reached around from behind with a chemical smelling cloth and I was almost instantly knocked out. My belief is that I was chloroformed. When I came to, I was already being fucked by a large-dicked Man with my face pressed into the balls and “saddle” (sides and under the balls/taint) of the other. Quite a way to regain consciousness. I felt no pain. In fact it was highly pleasurable. I believe they did this as a favor to me for my first penetration to reduce my pain on entry. They wore condoms (relevant to the actual story I want to tell). They both fucked me and I was fully conscious for the remainder of the night. At one point one of the Men sucked me briefly, which horrified me. It felt so wrong and my dicklet instantly retreated.
It took me a while to understand how being knocked out and sodomized (some might say raped) by 2 Men felt fine and normal, but being sucked was a big violation. I hadn’t put the pieces together that I was a faggot. Until I met the next Man.I had a few experiences in between, always bottom, always seeking more and more Dominant Men. So by 1997, the internet was widely available and like every “male” I instantly tried to use it for porn and meet-ups. It was my very first internet meet-up I’m here to discuss.
I found a profile for a really attractive, strong, masculine, large-framed and self-described Dom. He was a Baltimore County police officer, I learned. Older than me. I was 22 and he was about 40. He struck me instantly as different. Demanding I provide some times I’m available instead of the usual “games” back-and-forth or vagueness I was used to. He also DEMANDED that he pick me up, despite my offer and preference to meet him out or at his place. I realized later this was all about control, and perhaps, his plan.
He picked me up and I was so excited by how attractive and Manly he was. I felt so weak and small and shy! We chatted and went out to eat at a pizza place. He asked me what I liked from the menu and ordered for me, which was a powerful move in my mind at the time and I loved it. He commented that he’d fuck the waiter, which struck me as odd at the time considering we were on a “date.” Oh, how much I had to learn about Alphas and how he viewed me. He paid, which I liked.
After dinner there was no question we were going to his place. I was surely going to suck his cock, maybe get fucked, so I was sure to be cleaned out just in case. I had made it clear that I was open to getting fucked, but with a condom only. He didn’t agree or disagree to that or even really acknowledge my request. But I felt he would not do anything I didn’t consent to. I was wrong.
The Man wanted to fuck and I reminded him about the condom. At that point, the situation changed dramatically and an element of violence filled the room. His demeanor changed into an abuser and a predator and I was terrified. Before I could even try to make an exit I was pinned down in an impossible hold. I could not struggle away and had no use of my arms or legs. So me face down on his bed, he brutally and violently penetrated me. The pain was absolutely searing. I didn’t know what kind of damage was being done but I do know he didn’t care. At that moment, despite the situation, can you believe it came into my mind that I was glad I cleaned out well? Even at that moment I was thinking about his experience, something which I thought about a lot later. Something was happening to me. he was verbalizing and I remember mostly hearing the words “faggot, bitch and pregnant” but there was a lot more said, all deeply degrading.
In his final and very purposeful thrusts and ejaculation into me I was feeling glad this would be over and also like a chemical reaction feeling like something had changed in me forever. I had never been bred before and it was monumental to have his DNA inside me. I felt victimized but also desirable that he wanted to make me a part of him in that way. It was complicated.
So he finished and there was surprisingly little tearing and blood, but some. He got off me and we cleaned up and he was exactly normal. Not fazed at all that he has just raped me. Of course he still had to drive me home which was extremely humiliating, but also chivalrous? Again, complicated!
He said he wanted to see me again. Afraid, I said OK, but just wanted to get away with no intention to see him again. It was honestly a trauma.However, after the soreness subsided I started thinking about him again. I thought about how Dominant and controlling he was in every respect and about how small and insignificant I felt in his presence. Something was clicking. What was he calling me? Oh yeah. A faggot.
I ended up calling him again!
A young fag answered, though and I retreated, despite the fag saying it’s fine and he doesn’t mind getting the Man to talk with me. I hung up, sort of thrown by somebody else answering and I did not contact him again.
Now, why am I thankful to this Man who committed this act against my innocent young self?
I’m thankful because I learned there are Men, and there are Alphas and they do not operate by the same rules. I hadn’t known that. I am thankful that he opened up my true self. He saw what I was before I even knew! He saw a faggot that was his to take since he had the planning and power to do so. Once the dust settled I knew I had an identity and a purpose. It suddenly all came together why in my first experience I was happy to be knocked out and fucked but not OK with some oral attention on myself. I was a faggot. He didn’t make me that way, but he opened my eyes and it changed everything.
I’ve had similarly eye-opening experiences though not as monumental the first time a Man spit in my face and the first time a Man really slapped me. Spit because it’s the epitome of disrespect (“spit in the face of”…is a common phrase for the ultimate disrespect, usually figuratively, of course). But I liked it. And being slapped because of the wave of shock, humiliation and the true sense of being OWNED that washed over me and I do gravitate to Alphas with an abusive streak ever since (I did take in and mostly agree with your podcast about aftercare). But I do respect a Man that hits faggots.
I did live in fear that the rapist had given me a disease of course. Nothing flared up and before long I was off to an overseas life adventure where I had to be HIV tested. Thankfully, I was negative.
I don’t condone rape and I do believe in using condoms. But I am thankful and appreciative that I was seen for the REAL me. I’m not “proud” of being a faggot. That’s not the right word. But I so accept it and understand I have a purpose that I have been working on now for years.
I was truly rattled after reading this account. The account itself is devastating. But then reading how my brother Sean came to the same conclusion as I did regarding the rights of Men and the function of rape as Hierarchical reinforcement. There is something to this. Why do so many faggots have the same perspective I have about what happened to us? Are you simply all broken in the same way?
I admit that part of me remains unsettled after so long. I don’t think I should feel this way about my rape or the rape of other faggots. But then again, is it the pressure of societal views on rape causing this shame?
I just think somewhere in this mess of Hierarchical bumper cars the actual truth exists.
Thank you to my brother Sean for his bravery!
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This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
College dorm faggots largely exist for one thing – to be fucked and used by college Alphas. The problem is that many faggots enter college totally unaware of themselves and that purpose. They simply haven’t had enough life experience to find out.
That’s where college Alphas come in to play. Alphas can see through a façade to the faggot hiding inside of it. Then they use their extraordinary charisma and strength to force the faggot into submission, ultimately entering and breeding it. Afterward, the faggot feels complete and whole in a way it never experienced before, and it is finally able to simply accept its Hierarchical role in life. No more lies.
Through this mysterious process Alphas transform other males into faggots. Crucially, we can look at this seemingly rough and rape-like aggression for what it truly is – an Alpha setting a faggot truly is inside, and setting it free.
This Hierarchical process of forced transformation gained another faggot yesterday as Master Cody, in a fit of overwhelming sexual power, marched into their shared dorm room and essentially took his roommate’s virginity … in the most unequivocal way possible.
I had to really think about what I did this morning. But when it happened there was no rational thought at all. I texted my roommate on my way back from the pool. I told him to lubricate and lay face down and wait.
He obeyed. Something in me felt cold. I asked him where the fucking lube was and he pawed around for it and handed it to me behind his back. I was already hard as steel. No oral this time. I stripped down, lubed up, and started pushing against his hole.
Normally, just because of “various factors” I’ll let a fag control that first push. Not here. I didn’t force it in and hurt him, and he was pretty loose by the time I got there, but I felt it pop through and split him open.
From there, there was nothing could have stopped me. He let out this weird yelp so I bent over him and covered his mouth and put my forearm around his neck. I fucked him harder than I would usually enjoy myself. It was less about pleasure though. I’m always rough and forceful but this was way different. Looking back he had to keep himself limp. If he had intentionally struggled at that point he could have hurt himself. I breathed and grunted right over his ear. When I let go his neck my hands went elsewhere. I had a death grip on his traps and around the nape of his neck. I was back down over him, put my hand around his neck, grabbed his arm overextended his shoulder joint. Then I told him to struggle and try to get free. He squirmed underneath me. I love that feeling probably more than anything in this world. He was shaking under me. Once I popped cherry no. 2 his whimpering got way more high-pitched. The extra sensation on the head of my dick just pushed me over.
I didn’t last too long before pumping him full. I pulled out and left him there to go wash off. He curled in a ball, and pulled the blanket up over his shoulders. He was breathless and terrified. I’ve been told I can be a little scary while fucking.The kicker: he thanked me. He’s not the first to do that but it was the strangest. It broke the silence. I didn’t answer him though. I had to come down from all of this too. I had to re-center and feel human. I was even asked in class if I was angry about something. My nostrils were flaring and my eyes were focused in the distance. This nerdy chick in another one of my math classes offered to massage my temples. She’s crushed on me all semester. She had me close my eyes and she rubbed all these little points around my eyes, cheekbones, under my jawline, and face. It worked beautifully. Women, in general, are amazing at stuff like that.
There was nothing “off” about my roommate when I saw him later this morning. In fact, I’d say he was more at peace and cheerful than I’ve ever seen him. He winced a little sitting at an open table with a couple of friends, but that was it. There’s an irony there since there was nothing about what I felt inside that wanted this to be a cause of cheer. He enjoyed this.
First of all, I was electrified to read Master Cody’s vivid description of Alpha sexual rage. The “coldness” he felt when he headed to the dorm to violate his faggot roommate is 100% a predatory animal reaction. It is the blank emptiness that a killer feels during the moment of the kill, the pure instinct of a lion clamping its jaws onto the neck of a gazelle. So horrifying … and honest.
But here’s where I might diverge from the average reader horrified by what I just wrote about Master Cody – I believe this kind of pathological Alpha rage and force is not only proper, but necessary.
What Master Cody felt during this entire process is the drive all Alphas have when they see what they want. It is the engine of Alpha power that transforms our world on a macro scale and enslaves faggots on a micro scale. His description of that primitive, elemental emotion is unforgettable.
Right now Master Cody’s cum has entered his new faggot’s bloodstream. Master Cody has claimed it so thoroughly and genetically that it will be forever his property no matter where they go in life. This is the perfect fulfillment of Hierarchy, and it is beautiful violence.
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During the recent flurry of back-and-forth emails between Master Cody and I regarding his subjugation of his dorm roommate Master Cody shared a little story of a pregnancy scare he experienced with his first girlfriend, and how his first real Alpha Pack helped to steer him the right way. It was significant enough that I felt like it warranted its own post.
My calc professor, the one who did an early final, had her baby today. I’m at my softest around babies. I hope she brings him in.
But it got me to thinking back to my first girlfriend, Katie. We lost our virginities to each other. It’s kind of a strange thread of how alphas groom alphas.
After that night with me, my swim teammates asked if I had finally gotten MY cherry popped. I told them yes. I got some of the greatest validation from that moment. Tre’von, the only black swimmer on our team, asked if we had used protection. I hadn’t. That caused anuproar of how Cody raw-dogged his girlfriend. These guys carried enough condoms on them to melt into a tire. So they gave me some.
I. Hated. Them. And I always have. I tried with Katie and took it off.This is the hard part to explain. Katie and I had been fucking for a few months. We were very close. We both knew how reproduction worked in theory. And we were almost performative in that regard. I knew I could impregnate her. I liked how that power felt. She liked how that felt. She liked how her pelvis felt. But it was like both of us had the idea of pregnancy as something that didn’t happen to anyone but adults. We were idiots but it was just nature taking its course.
I also knew her cycles. She was so embarrassed by her period. And, I don’t know, I just didn’t care. I know what a period is. I was such a fucking simp, I guess, because I tried to make her feel amazing during that time and was never grossed out. I would fuck her during her period. By sheer dumb luck, she realized that actually made her period discomfort better.
Back to the locker room. I started having misgivings about the period thing. I asked Tre’von and another guy, Matt Reynolds, about it. I never once lived down telling them that I fucked her on her period. But in the near term I let it slip that I washed my dick off afterward.
They knew I was still raw-dogging her. The whole mood changed. They asked how often we fucked. How long had it been since her last period. Short story, I was dumping enough sperm to jumpstart my own planet while she was ovulating and I kinda thought her cycle was late.
Tre’von talked to my coach, who then called Katie’s cheerleading coach, and Tre’von took us to the health department. We looked like two kids who brought home a bad report card. The nurse was this really blunt southern lady. She asked what was up. We didn’t speak. Tre’von gave her the basics. She was really decisive. She talked to Katie first, then me alone, then both of us together. She got pregnancy tested. She asked Katie a lot of stuff just to make sure she was safe, I wasn’t pressuring her, etc. I got scolded not being safe with Katie and got a lecture about consent. Katie wasn’t pregnant. Thank. God.
Katie got an implanted birth control. Georgia, for all its faults, is actually pretty cool about minors and birth control. Especially Atlanta.I never used condoms with her. But lessons learned. The alphas on my team could be assholes but they also looked out for me and groomed me in a lot of ways. Tre’von was a great team captain his senior year too.
One last thing: I ran into Katie last semester at a grocery store. A lot of things were still virtual on campus. We went to one of the open tables at the hot bar/deli and talked. She said that, whether I knew at the time or not, I was the reason she was not ashamed or embarrassed of her periods. She never felt gross or unattractive because of it. She said so many other guys treated her like a leper, were grossed out, etc. I’m not saying it’s great. I don’t have a menstruation fetish. But I just think of less of men who act all squeamish about their woman’s body. I don’t think she stays their woman for very long.
This is the magic of Apex Alphas. Or, more specifically, Protector Apex Alphas. Absolutely in control, fearless, effortlessly comforting, and a builder of people. And, in the case of Master Cody, a certain form of humility. He recognizes his Alpha lineage and those who have contributed to the masterwork of his life. He dutifully accepts his role as a superhero and exemplar of true Manhood.
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