You want to breathe? Tough shit!
I’ve known and seen some remarkable Alphas in my time, but few have stunned me into shock like Chinese Master Leon (@s67leon).
He takes Alphahood to the NEXT LEVEL!
I mean, Master Leon RIDES HIS FAGGOTS! Have you ever seen anything like this?!? And I’m not talking about the stupid, childish bullshit some Alphas do with cash faggots in their videos. Master Leon wordlessly gets up on his faggot’s shoulders and enjoys rides through the forests of China, onlookers be damned!
I’m just blown away.
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I know a lot of my readers love extreme BDSM Masters who like to cause pain and fear for their faggots (and some of my readers are, of course, such Masters). I’ve never gotten deeply into BDSM because the scene feels forced to me. But maybe that’s the point.
But I recently came across a BDSM Master named @claude_xxx on Twitter. He runs a fetish site and OnlyFans account with a sizable following.
And I can see why:
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This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!
We last heard from little Alexander as he was taken by his new Master Simon to stay a weekend at the home of an actual slave Master named John. I was waiting anxiously for an update from either Alexander or Master Simon about this extreme training exercise, but they were strangely quiet. I began to worry that something may have gone wrong.
But finally Alexander managed to pull himself away from his homework long enough to recount his two-day experience living under the control of a brutal, real-life slave Master!
Here’s what the faggot said:
Master Simon took me to Master John on Saturday morning. He led me into his dungeon and I had to undress. He didn’t explain anything, but I was told on Thursday that I was only allowed to talk when I was asked, a slave obeys. Master Simon asked again, if I was really sure that I want to stay the weekend and I said yes, I want to. Master then drove away and I was on my on. It was a bit scary, but I really wanted to see what it is like and I was glad Master gave me the chance to find out.
Master John told me to kneel, then he put on a heavy metal collar around my neck and put a chain on it, he restrained my hands behind my back, and then he did the most terrible thing. He shaved off my hair!!! I really do love my hair and I cried a little, I think I was also panicking a little, because I realized that I’m alone with him now, and I wished Master Simon had stayed, but then I thought Master Simon would have never left me alone with someone he didn’t trust, and I pulled myself together and told myself that my hair will grow back.
He took the chastity device that I had told you about (CLICK HERE) and put it on my clit. Oh Sam, that was scary. I got hard and he somehow forced it inside and the spikes really did hurt a lot. Don’t get hard, boy, was all he said. Then Master John put a hood over my head – such a rubber thing – it was very tight and it had a dildo inside that went down my throat. That was very uncomfortable, I found it hard to breathe, but I couldn’t even tell him.
Next, I felt a lot of pain on my nipples and I realized that he had put on nipple clamps. It did hurt so much and I wanted to cry out but I couldn’t. I only choked. Oh, because of the hood I couldn’t see anything. I only felt the pain on my clit and on my nipples and I was afraid I would choke, but again I told myself it would be fine. I didn’t know much about Master John, but I trusted Master Simon.
Then he led me to a cage, of course I first didn’t know that he led me there, but I felt it when he moved me in. It wasn’t very big and I had to be on all fours, he restrained me, so that I couldn’t move and then I felt lube on my ass and I thought he’d going to fuck me now, but it was a dildo that went inside. Have fun, he said, I’ll look after you again tomorrow morning. With that he left and I was panicking inside again. I had so many questions, but everything around me was dark. I was scared again, but then I told myself that I need to drink and eat and that he MUST come again before the next morning.
Time passes very slowly when you’re alone in the dark. I drooled and I tried to concentrate on breathing, but I had so many thoughts running through my head, excitement and fear, I thought about Master Simon and that I actually hardly know anything about him, but deep inside me I knew I could trust him. And I already missed him so much.
Imagine being in this situation overnight, caged on all fours with a masked hood on and dildos in both your ass and throat! Terrifying!
After many, many hours, at least it seemed to me, for a moment I really thought the next morning had already arrived, I heard Master John approach. How is my new slave doing? he asked. Is it comfortable enough? I tried to say something but I couldn’t. He pulled the dildo out of my ass and his cock went inside. Then he fucked me. The fuck seemed to last forever, then he shot his load inside my ass and put the dildo back in. With that he left. I was so thirsty and I also needed to pee so badly.
After hours of waiting he came back. He pulled out the dildo and put in an assplug, a really big one. Then he got me out of the cage. He told me to go on all fours, as slaves aren’t allowed to walk, and he led me somewhere else. I was still wearing the hood and couldn’t see a thing. He told me to kneel, then he put off the hood. I could breathe again. He grinned. I wanted to tell him that I was thirsty and that I needed to pee so badly, but I got slapped as soon as the first word came out of my mouth. Slaves aren’t allowed to talk, he said, and slapped me again. And it was not like when Master Simon slaps me. This really hurt. He pointed to the floor. Now I realized the other slave was there also, kneeling on the floor as I did and I realized the bowls on the floor. One was with water, in the other was something indefinable, apparently we were supposed to eat this. Our hands were still restrained and Master John said You have three minutes. Go! With that his slave was at the bowl, eating as much from this as he could. I was still baffled, but then I understood that we only had three minutes and I tried to lick up as much water as I could. The ‘food’ in the other bowl looked and smelled so disgusting I couldn’t eat it. Master John then said “Finished” and kicked the bowls away.
Then he led us into his garden and the other slave lifted his leg to pee at a tree. I realized that was my only chance to pee and I did the same. Then Master John led us back into the dungeon. The other slave was bent over some kind of wooden thing, and restrained. I had to kneel on the floor and watch. Master John got a belt and started to beat the slave. After a while he changed to a paddle, then a whip. Every stroke seemed to hurt me as well. When Master John was finished with his slave he put him back into his cage. Then he told me to take the place. I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to obey and I bent over that thing and got restrained. I expected Master John would beat me now, but instead he fucked my ass again. After he had cum he got the paddle and spanked my ass. OMG, this did hurt so much!!! I only got ten strokes , but I was crying and I was begging him to stop after the first stroke.
Then the hood came back on me, with the dildo down my throat and I felt him putting weights to the nipple chain. Then I was put back into the cage, restrained, dildo inside my ass. I couldn’t move. My ass was still hurting and my clit tried to get hard in the spiked cage and caused me a lot of pain.
Just reading his recap makes me sad for the little faggot! I practically winced while reading this!
Again it seemed like hours and hours till he got me back out again. He led me through the dungeon and up stairs. Then he took of the hood again. To my surprise it was still daylight. He sat on his sofa and told me to massage his feet. I needed to pee so badly again, but I didn’t dare to ask. I kneeled before him, massaged his feet, then he fucked my throat.
He didn’t cum down my throat though, instead, he turned me around and fucked my ass again. I needed to pee so badly and he cunted me. I couldn’t help it, at some point I peed. It was very embarrassing and he didn’t say a thing, he finished inside my ass, then he turned me around and slapped me hard again. He said I wasn’t allowed to pee without his permission, he pulled me over his lap and spanked me. Then he told me to clean up my mess. I wanted to get a towel or something, but he slapped me and told me to lick it up. All of it. I hesitantly licked my pee off the floor, and I knew this wasn’t the last time I’d get spanked.
He fucked me again and then he said it was supper time. His slave had cooked him dinner, now he sat down to have dinner and we had to kneel near him. I realized how hungry I was. I expected we would get his leftovers, but when he was done eating he let us down again and we again got water and this disgusting something in bowls, our hands restrained at our backs. Five minutes he said and I immediately got to the water bowl and drank as much as I could. I didn’t dare to eat what was in the other bowl. It was evening now and I was put into a somewhat larger cage to sleep. The other slave wasn’t there.
So I had spent most of the day waiting in the cage I was really exhausted and fell asleep, though the cage wasn’t very comfortable. I woke up because the cage was opened in the middle of the night. I was pulled out and fucked and put in again.
What seemed like an hour later I was pulled out again and let upstairs. It was still dark outside and Master John told me to clean the bathroom, the kitchen and the living room, but thoroughly. I had my hands and feet restrained and the chain on my collar got attached to a hook on the ceiling and I started to clean. When I was finished with the bathroom he led me to the kitchen. Again the chain got attached to a hook in the ceiling and I started to clean again. I had to clean the floors on my knees and it really hurt after a while.
When I had finished with the living room it was bright day outside. Master John came, leading the other slave on a leash and he took us outside to piss and shit. It was so embarrassing. Then he took us back to the dungeon where he used a hose to clean us. He cleaned out our asses with ice cold water. I was about to cry. I hadn’t slept much, I was hungry and thirsty. Then Master John fucked the both of us.
After that we had breakfast. I only drank the water and Master John said if I wouldn’t eat he would spank me. I didn’t want to be spanked and I tried to eat the food, but it tasted so disgusting, I just couldn’t. I got spanked…
I spent most of the day again locked up in the cage, getting fucked now and then, getting spanked for nothing or for accidentally peeing. In the evening, after I had again refused to eat, he put me back into the cage he said he had paid a lot of money for me and I’d better learn to be a good slave. I looked at him, I didn’t dare to speak, and he laughed and said yes, Master Simon sold you to me. He‘s not going to take you back. You’d better get used to your new life.
He laughed again and put the hood over my face, the gag inside my mouth and I was put into the cage. I didn’t sleep at all. I thought Master Simon wouldn’t do that, but then I thought, I knew nothing about Master Simon. I was scared and I cried.
This might be the cruelest part of this very cruel story. It’s one thing to torture the body, but when you torture the soul, it is absolutely devastating. Making Alexander believe that his first Master sold him into this life of slavery is worse than thousands of lashes with a whip!
It was a terrible night. Everything hurt and I was scared that I would have to stay there for the rest of my life. He woke me again in the middle of the night and he fucked my throat and ass, then back in the cage.
The next morning I was taken out of the cage early and let outside to pee. Then he fucked me again and back into the cage. Then I was taken out again and let upstairs. The hood was taken off and Master Simon was there. I was so relieved that I started to cry!
The nipple chain and the cockcage was taken off. Such a relieve!!! And then I was allowed to put on my clothes and we left. We didn’t talk much as we drove back to Master Simon’s house. We went inside and I undressed, then Master Simon told me to go into the kitchen. He had made breakfast for me! Fresh rolls, butter, cheese!! Everything I needed. I realized how hungry I was and I started to eat. Master Simon didn’t say anything, he just watched me.
Suddenly I felt so tired and I nearly fell asleep over my breakfast. Master Simon said I should go to bed, and I did. I fell into the bed and and asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. It’s so good to be home, I thought.
When I woke up it was already dark outside and I realized that the reason why I had woken up was that Master Simon and shoved his cock inside my pussy and was slowly fucking me. When he realized that I’m awake he fucked me harder. He cunted me again.
Then we got up. He had already made dinner and we had dinner together. He said he was glad to have me back and that I had to tell him all. After dinner I sucked his cock, he fucked my pussy again and then I lay there with my head on his lap, his finger running through my hair and I told him my adventure.
When I had finished he asked if I still had the fantasy about being a slave and I said I’d rather prefer to stay his faggot.
BRAVO!!
I thank little Alexander for crafting this exquisite look into a dark world that exists below the surface of society, even below the seedy underbelly of most BDSM scenes. This is real-life faggot slavery, and it’s REAL. There are Men out there who want to own and use true male slaves and exact their sadistic toll on them.
As a faggot, I’ll never understand why one Man would do that to anybody. I wouldn’t do that to people I truly hate, let alone a little faggot who exists to please me! But, as I’ve often said on this site, the heart of Men is filled with rage and fury and passion. Sometimes it needs to be released in ways we cannot fully comprehend.
Regardless, the “adventure” Alexander endured was a difficult emotional read. I felt like a father watching his son go through a painful medical process and being unable to alleviate his pain.
But ultimately, the experience demonstrated two things unequivocally:
- Alexander truly loves being Master Simon’s faggot, and he has a new appreciation for the comfort and care of his new Owner.
- Alexander is about as tough as a faggot can get. He’s bold and fearless and stronger than an army of weightlifters. What would’ve forced manlier Men to tap out did not break Alexander.
I thank my little brother Alexander for this expertly-crafted personal experience. It was harrowing, heartbreaking, and ultimately joyful. Your big brother is proud of you!
love, sam
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The Two Types Of Alphas
When Men discover and comprehend the great power Nature bestowed upon them, a choice must be made. It’s a difficult choice, one that should involve sober reflection and consideration. It all hinges on a deeply personal question:
How should a Man use his power?
We live in a world where so many Men use their power for terrible things; shocking acts of violence, greed, hatred, and terror. They lash out in hideous ways against the innocent and weak simply because they can.
These types of Alphas (if they can properly even be called such) are what Sir Titus once called “destroyer Alphas.” These are Alphas who employ their strength and Hierarchical status to intimidate, harass, bully, crush, and harm those defenseless inferiors cowering in terror around them.
The BDSM fetish community is rife with destroyer Alphas. These sadists relish the pain they inflict on the faggots and females they enslave. They like the breakdown of the human spirit, the inhuman cries of their afflicted victims, and the physical marks their form of domination leaves on the bodies of lesser humans.
Many Alphas begin their Alphahood as destroyer Alphas. It’s the nature of young Manhood, sowing their oats and testing the limits of their powers. They often move in packs at that stage, pushing each other to deeper and darker depths of depravity. They use people at will, reveling in the easy submission of the weak and helpless. They bask in the worship and respect their aggressive dominance commands.
But after this early stage of Alpha development, the cream separates from the milk, and a new class of Alpha emerges – Protector Alphas. These are Alphas whose inherent sense of goodness, fairness, and duty override the base instincts powering destroyer Alpha tendencies.
Protector Alphas are real-life superheroes.
They gladly accept the worship and submissive service of those faggots and females they own, but each one in their care feels safe and appreciated. A Protector Alpha seeks to stabilize and support those serving Him even during the deepest moments of submission.
A Protector Alpha will look across a road, see an injustice, and move to act. A Protector Alpha is the first one running into a burning building, or assisting the elderly, or stopping cruel acts against minorities and the weak. They take up the cause of righteousness in their strong arms and carry it to completion.
When I say that Alphas are gods, I’m specifically talking about these Protector Alphas. Protector Alphas are the very best a Man can be, the purest distillation of Masculinity.
I have largely served Protector Alphas in my life. I credit this long time serving Protector Alphas with some of my sense of self-worth despite being a faggot. These great Men used me thoroughly, of course, but they always took time to reassure me that I was valuable property or provide aftercare when things got rough. Even just a “good boy” from a Protector Alpha makes a world of difference to a faggot.
For the longest time on this blog I couldn’t find many examples of Protector Alphas, because sites in this community typically favor destroyer Alphas. There were some standout examples, though – @natural-hung-bull, @straightalphamike, @firstamongmen, @alphaexploits, @alpha-dade, @thealphatank – but they were hard to find.
But recently I have uncovered some spectacular Protector Alphas out in the wild. The best examples are Master Nick and Master Nikola, the straight gods in Toronto who own four live-in faggots. Yes, they use their faggots thoroughly. However, their faggots all know their service is appreciated and they have the protection of their owners at all times. These two Protector Alphas paid large sums of money to rescue their faggot Lee from the homophobia of his father. Master Nick recently rescued his faggot Yul from a homophobic attack on campus.
Master Nick and Master Nikola are two of the greatest Protector Alphas I’ve ever known. The example of their lives should inspire other Alphas to raise their game and become better than the base instincts of ordinary Men.
Then, of course, are the examples of two more Protector Alphas I’ve featured here recently – Sir Rob and his teen Alpha son Master Kyle. My Master Sir Rob used his outstanding wisdom and respect for the masculine institution of Alphahood to seek out faggots in order to train his son properly. Every time I speak with Sir Rob, a shiver ripples through my body just from his words and how he expresses his deep knowledge of Alphahood and his own power. He is magical. The faggots who serve him will never fear or be left feeling like a discarded cumrag.
But it’s Master Kyle that is a real jewel currently being carved from the rock Alpha Manhood. I recently mentioned to Sir Rob that his son was still in the “destroyer” phase of his Alphahood, and while he didn’t disagree (after all, Master Kyle is currently leveling cities with his rut like some sort of big-dicked Godzilla), he cautioned that Master Kyle’s age likely had something to do with it. He sees great promise in his son, and I do as well.
To that end, I want to relate a story Master Kyle shared with me:
When I was younger, in my first year of high school, there was this kid in my grade at school. He was your stereotypical “gay kid” you know. Very girly, but very shy. I was not very close with him but I knew him. He was very sweet, a very good guy. But he always had this group of three boys, always on him, laughing of him, sometimes beating him up. One day, they made him cry outside, because they were laughing of him and his mother. ( His mother was sick and had no hair) That was too much for me. I confronted the guys, and as always I ended up in a fight. I beat up the leader and another before a teacher could arrive and separate us. I got detention. At the end of my detention, the gay kid was waiting for me. He thanked me and hugged me. They never bothered him again. Every time I saw him at school, he’d always say hi and give me a warm smile.He finally moved to another state. I remember that today and realized that it was my alphahood speaking again, telling me how to act. Even when I didn’t know, it was there, deep in me.
Then Master Kyle added this:
I always had this feeling in my stomach whenever I saw something not right or an injustice. Was it my alphahood speaking?
Indeed, it was, and speaking loud and clear!
Protector Alphas like these four Men are simply the greatest beings on the earth. They are the reasons why faggots submit their lives to serve them, why we gladly debase ourselves to satisfy their every whim and desire. These are the gods worthy of worship and praise, worthy of any sacrifice or pain in their service.
These four Men specifically have humbled me so deeply that I have decided to finally go into chastity for the very first time. To honor their greatness. To acknowledge their vast superiority over not only me, but also over all of those destroyer Alphas pretending to take their thrones.
By locking up my useless clit, I salute these greatest Alphas and their Manhood. What an honor it is to serve Protector Alphas!
To the destroyer Alphas out there, look at these examples and learn to use your power for good, not evil!
To all Protector Alphas, I say THANK YOU for being the true Kings of the Earth!
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This is the incomparable @Mslave31 using one of his fag slaves. He has tied the faggot down and completely wrapped its head, leaving only a fuckable mouth hole available. Then, of course, he fucks it.
This Alpha is an unapologetically brutal user of faggots. The fags who fall into his web get tangled up and dehumanized until they no longer remember the life they once knew.
It’s scary and exhilarating all at once!
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Sexually-speaking, the Japanese are a weird group of people. For a society that pushes order and repression of emotion, they sure seem to be aggressively fetishy. Much of their porn is rapey, violent, abusive, and borderline insane.
That’s especially true of their cartoons. Anime has long had a deep undercurrent of supernatural bestiality running through it. Its popularity speaks to the wide audience it’s apparently exciting.
I can’t say this kind of stuff does anything for me even though it ticks off many of my typical triggers (big dicks, violence, size difference). But somebody out there is LOVING it!
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This video is a bit unsettling. The faggot is transformed into an object with the oral O-ring gag. Then it’s mouth fucked until the Alpha cums into the fag’s forced-open face hole. Then the Alpha pisses into the fag’s mouth as well, nearly drowning it.
Some Alphas will definitely test a faggot’s limits and push boundaries. Be ready for anything, faggots!
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This is a faggot object known as @owned_object on Twitter.
Here’s what it captioned for this picture:
Flashback to the night it shed its identity and committed itself to being SIR’s object. The best decision it ever made. #owned #serviceobject #gaysubmissive #sublife
Here it is stored away by its Master:
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