Disciplining faggots is necessary, but only effective when done correctly.
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This post is part of a thread chronicling the Alphahood of Apex Alpha Master Ursus, a straight Alpha who has been owning and using faggots since high school. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Over the Fourth Of July holiday I heard from one of my new favorite Apex Alphas, Master Ursus. It seems that he hosted a couple of his previous faggots for meet-ups and rebreedings.
Here’s his letter to me:
I read your post on Master David and it made me smile because by chance, over the past month or so, three of my fags have come home to visit. Sadly one I couldn’t see because I was out of town the week he was here but we talked a fair bit before and after he visited. He and one of the other ones were back on leave from the military. Both of these boys (and several other before and since) I have convinced/helped/pushed into joining the military. The other one who was recently in town I encouraged to pursue things with an Alpha who was on vacation here that met. He has been a live-in boyfag/boyfurniture for the out of town Alpha for more than a year now.
The houseboy was one of many many young fags I’ve met around here who are just drifting around useless. Treating every day like a summer vacation Sunday even though they are inching up their 20s. I don’t know what is happening in this country, it seems like half the population under 30 is just living with their parents and doing nothing, maybe barely holding down a 15 hour a week retail job. I found this one jobs, tried to coach/mentor him, but it was no use. He needs someone who can make decisions for him and take care of him full time and just give him money for shiny things he likes. But that wasn’t going to be me. He’s still a fantastic fuck though, that’s a lucky Alpha!
I always think of my fags, especially the younger ones, as projects. So many boys now do nothing all day, and are incapable and anxious about doing anything. A hair appointment gives them panic attacks even if it was the only activity that week. But I always try to improve my fags, whether it is encouragement in school, or finding a job, or just trying to help them be adults, take things on, make decisions and plans. I’ve reviewed many resumes, bought neckties, and showed the fag how to tie it, driven fags to job interviews, helped them out of traffic tickets, everything an adult male should be able to do for himself. I’ve helped or pushed plenty to graduate college, or trade school, even professional school. As a result have attended several ‘faguation’ ceremonies. One guy I helped study for his GED at age 20 so he could join the Army.
The fags and other young people I have pushed into the military are all the better for it. The one who was home visit whom I didn’t get to see has really grown into himself. He was pretty straightened out before but just couldn’t fathom DOing anything because all his friends were still doing exactly what they had been doing in high school–smoking weed, playing vids, and surfing. The other one who was here recently was so nervous and anxious about everything he could barely leave the house for his part time minimum wage job so I drove him to the recruiter. Now he is confident, almost manly, good posture, eye contact, confidence, it’s Awesome. The military is great at giving boys who may be eager or smart, but have no direction or discipline, have never taken any criticism or responsibility, some organization in their lives so that they can actually accomplish things.
It’s really great to see former fags who are doing well for themselves and makes me proud I likely had a little to do with it. It is cute how these guys are to me when I see them after a long time. One recently just got on his knees as soon as we were alone and put his face in the crotch of my shorts for a long sniff. There’s another guy who whenever I see him looks me in the eyes and asks if he can please have some of my cum before giving me usually two perfect suckjobs in a row. Makes me happy knowing that even as they go on in life and meet new people and have new experiences, if I cunted them, whether once or many times, I will always be a part of them.
What a lovely letter, right? It has an almost wistful tone to it, like an x-rated episode of “The Wonder Years” or something like that.
But what Master Ursus says here about how he will always be a part of the lives of his faggots – that’s completely true. And we will always come back to the source of that life.
The heavy Alpha cock between the legs of Master Ursus is more than simply a tool for breeding or urination. It is a statement of his POWER TO POSSESS AND OWN. To make other humans his property for life. When he penetrates a faggot, he’s penetrating its soul as well as its body.
And through that simple act, all of the other aspects of ownership become possible as the faggot falls under his control. The reshaping of the faggot’s life, the new mindset it gains under his tutelage. He is able to make these faggots into better, more useful members of society.
But, in the end, they all return to the Man who truly owns them. They drop to their knees, and take in his scent once more. They open their mouths and choke on their Master’s cock once more. They bend over and take his babies once more.
They always come back for more. Why? Because Master Ursus owns their SOUL. No matter where they go in life, they will always belong to him.
Unlike abuse, targeted humiliation is a vital training tool to help both Alphas and faggots reach fulfillment!
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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.
One could replace the word “crave” with “need” given the sorry behavior of many faggots.
Sometimes being a faggot and also in charge of a large, dynamic website like this can be a difficult combination. It’s very easy to forget one’s place or leap ahead without respecting boundaries.
Sadly I made that mistake with the glorious married Alpha I featured the other day, Master Aaron (CLICK HERE). I excitedly published his letter to me in the hopes of inspiring other straight married Alphas like him.
One huge problem: I didn’t ask his permission first.
I was heartbroken to hear he was upset with me. I’ve found him to be a very precise and engaging intelligence for whom I’ve already developed considerable respect.
I want to formally and publicly apologize to Master Aaron for my impudence and poor faggot form. After all of these years I should certainly not be making rookie mistakes like that! I have let him down … and I’ve let myself down, too.
Master Aaron has given me permission to post pictures of his magnificent cock. I thank him immensely for these pictures! As you can see, he’s built to tear open holes and breed very deeply!
Again, I am so sorry for upsetting you Master! Thank you for your mercy and kindness!
If any of you want to serve and praise him, you can find him on Twitter @noscruples1.
– sam the faggot
This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Matt, a straight male and friend of Alpha Jin who slowly came to understand the wonders of faggot worship. Click here to read all of these posts in order!
When an Alpha decides on something, it should be assumed that he’s going to get his way eventually. Why would there be any other outcome? Alphas are the superior force on this Earth, gods among Men, so they can make anything happen.
I say this because Alpha Matt, long missing from this blog, re-emerged recently after breaking up his latest girlfriend like Rip Van Winkle waking up from a coma. He reconnected with Master Nick (and me as well) with a renewed sense of purpose and desire.
He now wants to own a faggot.
You might remember Alpha Matt’s first exploration into fag worship was more along the lines of “pump and dump” than meaningful ownership. And he was downright brutal to some of the faggots he used, too. The debris of broken faggot parts left over from his assaults littered the landscape like a battlefield from a World War.
But something has changed in Alpha Matt since leaving his last girlfriend. He wants ownership of a true faggot. He wants to learn to be a good Master. He has seen the Kingship of Master Nick and the life of pleasure he enjoys, and he understands the errors of his ways. He wants to become more.
That’s very noble and commendable, I think. Men change as they grow older, and priorities shift into place. I respect Alpha Matt for wanting that for himself.
So after several reunion conversations with Master Nick, Alpha Matt decided he would find a faggot to claim for himself.
Now, it’s not hard for Alpha Matt to find faggots. He’s hot, hung, and has Alpha confidence brighter than the sun. They have always flocked to him; a trip to the gym for him is like a buffet of faggots served hot and steamy.
But he was looking for the perfect faggot, one not chewed up by excessive whoring. And almost instantly he found it – a 20-year-old bottom named Michael. The boy is perfect for an Alpha at Matt’s level; smooth, attractive, built upper body, slender waist. Really gorgeous.
Michael caught Alpha Matt’s attention when Matt noticed his used shirt was missing from his duffel bag. He knew Michael was the one who took it, and, from his previous experiences with faggots, he knew WHY Michael took it.
So Alpha Matt, as he typically does, walked up to Michael at the gym and bluntly told him he wanted Michael to read my website and that he was claiming him as his faggot.
One problem: Michael didn’t consider himself to be a faggot.
This is a pretty typical pushback from faggots when they are identified that way. I did it to some degree, Chin did it, and probably most faggots do. It’s scary to step over that line and admit that you were born to serve Men.
What really terrified Michael was the idea that he had to be locked in chastity for good in order to serve Alpha Matt. He almost refused to submit to that.
I spent hours wrestling with Michael over this issue, and at one point I nearly gave up and thought “he’s not going to work out.”
Then I made a point with Michael that big submissive bodybuilders wear chastity cages. This seemed to resonate with Michael. Then I said this:
“Think of the cage like a tribute to Master Matt. You show your submission to him by wearing it. You honor him by wearing it. It’s like a wedding ring for a faggot. It shows you are owned by a powerful Man.”
And we had a breakthrough!
Let me tell you this: Michael is going to be an amazing faggot for Alpha Matt, a truly powerful but undisciplined Alpha.
Alpha Matt is finding his way to becoming a worthy owner of faggots, and Michael is finding his way to embracing his faghood.
They can take this journey together and see where it leads! Many discoveries lay ahead!
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:
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
This thread follows the development of a true Alpha/faggot relationship between a Supreme Scottish Alpha named Yannick and his faggot boyfriend Fionn. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread!
The other night I received a text from Master Yannick. He said that he thinks there is a young faggot in his department at work. He decided he was going to hunt it down and fuck it sometime during that shift.
Alas, the great Protector Alpha was too busy to fuck the faggot at work.
“I didn’t get to fuck the bitch at work,” said Master Yannick, “but I passed him a note to be at my place at 9 pm.”
“What was its attitude?” I asked.
“I didn’t wait for a response or for it to read it. Just passed it on while I walked by,” replied Master Yannick.
ALPHA CONFIDENCE!
Of course, the work faggot (human name: David, here called “bitch”) showed up at Master Yannick’s place – ten minutes early – and completely stunned Fionn, Master Yannick’s owned faggot. Here’s Master Yannick’s version:
I made the bitch mine last night. It was a bit of a drama with my faggot, but I put it in its place.
Well, first the bitch was ten minutes early. I slapped it and told it, that when I say 9 I mean 9. I told it to get naked and the faggot was standing there, mouth open, clearly struggling for words. I told it to close its mouth as I got my cock out and started to fuck the bitch’s face. Tears were shooting into the faggots eyes and it started to cry. It asked why I was doing this and if it wasn’t enough, blah, blah, blah. I told it to shut up, But it only got worse.
I came down the bitches throat, then I walked over to the faggot and slapped it. It was literally throwing a tantrum by then.
Then I told it to kneel in the corner, facing the wall, while I was fucking the bitch’s ass. The faggot was sobbing in its corner as I shot a big load up the bitch’s ass. Then I told the faggot to crawl up to me, and had it clean my cock. It was still sobbing. It refused to open its mouth to clean it, so I had to slap it again, and it opened its mouth. I forced my cock down its throat, cleaning it, while fucking its throat. I didn’t feed it my cum, though, when I was to cum I pulled out and shot it into the bitches face.
I told the faggot to go and kneel in its corner again and I placed the bitch at my feet at the sofa and had it lick my cock and balls while I was watching tv. I told the faggot to get me a glass of wine and a snack, and then I had it kneel in the corner again, facing the wall. I think it was under shock.
When I was hard again I fucked the bitches ass again and shot another load inside it. Then I told it to leave and that it should be at my place anytime our shifts would allow it. It thanked me and left.
You will recall that Fionn has had some trouble accepting its place in relation to Master Fionn. This demonstration by him is a rather powerful use of something I’ve called “The Nuclear Option” many times on this blog. I’ve had Alphas do something similar with me, and it was devastating and effective. Seeing MY Alpha using someone else while I was forced to watch will be forever etched in my mind.
As it will now be etched in Fionn’s mind: we are disposable and replaceable.
The lesson continued after the work faggot left.
The faggot had to sleep on the floor as punishment. I told it, that it’s got nothing to do with it, when I fuck another bitch, and it needs to understand it. I won’t tolerate a jealous bitch.
WOW!
For good measure Master Yannick went to work the next day and fucked his new conquest twice in a storage room!
While Master Yannick’s technique might feel a little harsh, it will ultimately yield peaceable fruit. Fionn is being refined in the fires of Master Yannick’s discipline. And a Man only takes this kind of attention and care with his craft if he intends to keep it for life.
Fionn is a piece of property Master Yannick intends to keep, so it must be perfect!
This thread follows the development of a true Alpha/faggot relationship between a Supreme Scottish Alpha named Yannick and his faggot boyfriend Fionn. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread!
I’ve often advised that Alphas stay out of relationships. Why? Primarily for two reasons:
1. Alphas are typically unable to be faithful to any kind of commitment. They need to hunt and conquer fresh meat.
2. Alphahood requires a level of submission and basic inequality in a partner that is usually untenable in any long-term relationship.
Despite this, Alphas continue to fall into relationships. I think it’s because they want the other thing, too – the stability of a steady partner, the sharing of intimacy, etc. Most Alphas are wonderful Men in addition to being the Lords of our world. They are Men of deep emotions and needs. So they seek out a relationship to satisfy those yearnings.
But the Alpha Beast rarely stays contained inside that relationship. Sooner or later his truly dominant nature will take over.
Such has been the case of Master Yannick, a 37-year-old Supreme Alpha (probably APEX) in Edinburgh, Scotland. He met 28-year-old faggot Fionn through a friend of a friend at a party a year ago, and there was an instant attraction. Master Yannick loved Fionn’s perfect ass. Meanwhile, Fionn was captured by Yannick’s obvious Alphahood.
The funny part is this: Fionn didn’t consider himself to be a faggot. Raised by a progressive family, Fionn was taught that everybody is equal and partners in relationships should be treated fairly.
So it began to rub Fionn the wrong way when Master Yannick began to take more and more control over the relationship. It started with small things – like Master Yannick demanding that Fionn do the cleaning and cooking – and progressed to very important matters like Master Yannick taking control over all of the money.
Sexually, Master Yannick began to demand SERVICE rather than a reciprocal sexual relationship. Things really came to a head more recently when Master Yannick decided to cage Fionn in order to keep Fionn from playing with himself. Fionn really struggled against this very personal change in their relationship. Master Yannick would use the term “faggot” to describe Fionn’s role in relationship to him, and Fionn would resist.
Enter me. Master Yannick instructed Fionn to read up on faggots and Alphas on my main site fagsworshipalphas.com. After that, Fionn contacted me to ask a few questions. What followed was an hours-long semi-argument over Fionn’s true purpose. He fought me on EVERYTHING – terminology, chastity, power, status.
Finally, in exasperation, I asked Fionn to have Master Yannick contact me.
When Master Yannick finally reached out to me, it was clear within a few sentences that I was dealing with an Alpha of incredible power. There’s a feeling I get when I speak to certain overwhelming Alphas, a kind of loss of strength. I was feeling that throughout my conversation with this Scottish god.
After hearing Master Yannick describe his needs and wants from his faggot (as well as an Alpha lifetime spent using faggots), I recommended that Master Yannick should sit his faggot down and lay out his expectations in the starkest possible terms. The faggot needed to be broken of its misconceptions immediately. Here’s what I wrote as my suggestion for Master Yannick:
“Just tell it – you are a faggot, you are my faggot. We are not equal, we will never be equal. I want to own you. You will never come out of that cage as long as I own you.”
My plan was to have Master Yannick rip the Band-Aid off of this relationship and expose it for exactly what it is – a true Master/servant relationship.
So Master Yannick took my advice. He sat Fionn down and largely told him what I wrote above. When he finished, Master Yannick mounted Fionn and rage-fucked the faggot in a way he had never done before.
Fionn went to bed with Master Yannick’s load in its cunt, and a cocktail of confusion swirling in its head.
But Master Yannick, fueled by a primal power unleashed by this new dynamic, woke up in the middle of the night to rape his faggot again. Fionn was awakened by Master Yannick’s Alpha cock being pushed inside its pussy. It was another rough fuck, culminating in Yannick pumping another load in Fionn’s cunt. After Fionn cleaned off its Master’s cock, they went back to sleep.
But it still wasn’t over. Master Yannick had to wake up early for work, but before he could get ready, he needed to rut again. So he once again fucked Fionn in the early morning darkness rougher than he had ever done before. Fionn was crying out in pain, but Master Yannick continued to pound away. After breeding Fionn again, he had Fionn clean off his powerful Alpha cock.
Then Master Yannick grabbed Fionn, pulled him into the shower, and put it on its knees. There, Yannick unleashed a huge stream of morning piss all over the faggot and in its mouth. After he finished, he ordered the faggot to allow the piss to air-dry on its body, and forbade it from washing it off all day.
Then he went to work, leaving the faggot shattered beyond words.
When Fionn could finally speak to me about the Alpha tsunami that had just leveled the architecture of its life, it used a tone reserved for the survivors of the world’s worst tragedies. Fionn spoke like a survivor of the Twin Towers collapse, dazed and somewhat incoherent.
But underneath it all was Fionn’s ultimate acceptance of its true place. After all of the brutality unleashed upon it at the hands of its Master, Fionn could only speak in the most reverential terms about the god that owns it body and soul.
In other words, Fionn the faggot was finally broken.
So what is the lesson here? Primarily, we should learn that these roles (Alpha, faggot, etc.) are perfectly natural assignments given to us at birth. Fulfilling these roles and accepting their truth leads to a kind of peace that nothing else can touch. And that nothing we might believe about ourselves based on family background or professional achievements is as true as the secret person we truly are inside.
The Hierarchy will always shake us loose of our self-deluding lies and set us free. Whether by Alpha power or faggot service, we will all be forced to accept our roles within this most ancient and natural arrangement between Men.
This is a new thread merging the true stories of straight Alpha Nick and straight Alpha Nikola as they begin a new adventure of full-time faggot Ownership! CLICK HERE for these new stories in chronological order!
I’m a faggot, so I’ve never owned faggots. However, I have seen what jealousy has done to my service arrangements with certain Alphas, and I’ve seen it destroy many beneficial Alpha/fag liaisons over my life.
This is why I’m constantly preaching to faggots to control their emotions and focus on service. Serving an Alpha properly is like walking a high-wire; you have much better success if you don’t look around or down and get your emotions involved. Look straight ahead and focus only on the next step, and you’re likely to complete the journey.
I preface this post with that aside because straight Alphas Nick and Nikola had to deal with a flash of jealousy among their three faggots. Specifically, it involves new faggot Lee from Hong Kong.
As I wrote recently, the Alphas bought feminizing panties for Yul and Lee. This was extremely stimulating to these straight Alphas. They spent more than a weekend practically raping the faggots again and again out of sheer excitement. It was all very intense, and the faggots spent the time in a permanent haze of deep subspace.
Alpha Nick was so thrilled with how hot Yul looked in his panties that he started telling Yul he was a “good girl” and even using affectionate terminology like “my good girl” when fucking Yul. This turned Yul on, of course. Every faggot wants a straight Alpha to think of them like a “good boy” or a “good girl.” The tenderness is intoxicating. So Yul started bragging about this breakthrough with his Master.
Now Alpha Nikola started telling Lee that he was a “good girl” as well. But Lee wanted to hear Alpha Nikola say “my good girl” like Alpha Nick was saying to Yul. It really began to bother Lee, and sharp words were exchanged between Lee and Yul about this very subtle difference in wording.
I spoke with the Alphas about this outburst. My primary motivation was to hopefully stop the Alphas from using specific affections in favor of one faggot over the others. However, their bigger concern (rightfully) involved keeping order in the house.
HOUSE MEETING
So the Alphas called a house meeting. They had the faggots all kneel in the living room, and they began to discuss the importance of not fighting and causing trouble with each other.
After the meeting, Lee started mouthing off about the message of the meeting. He likely felt he was being singled out. At that point, Alpha Nick had enough. He told Alpha Nikola to punish Lee (or else he would do it). So Alpha Nikola took Lee into the bedroom and spanked Lee’s ass with his bare hand.
I felt bad for Lee. He’s a brand new faggot in a new country. He’s still learning about his place in the world and within the Hierarchy. And he’s serving two of the most amazing straight Alphas of all time, and they’ve both cunted him. This is A LOT to handle. So understandably, he let his emotions get away from him.
After Lee was spanked, he was embarrassed and ashamed, not rebellious (a good sign). He asked me multiple times if I was angry at him (never, little brother). I could tell the punishment was having the desired effect.
Later that night, Alpha Nikola mounted Lee and fucked Lee’s reddened ass and bred it.
This morning Alpha Nikola took Lee into the bathroom for his cage cleaning. As Alpha Nikola did his usual hygienic chores for his faggot – disassembling the cage, cleaning it and Lee’s genital area, then reinstalling the cage – Lee stroked his Master’s cock.
After the cage was locked back in place, Lee, overcome with emotion, dropped and sucked his Master’s cock in a way more intense than ever before. Alpha Nikola called it “amazing” and “one of the best” blowjobs he’s ever received.
FAGGOTS NEED DISCIPLINE
What we can see clearly from this example is the need for Alphas to be vigilant and involved with their faggots. A dog doesn’t become really valuable to its Master naturally – it must be trained. The same goes for faggots. We are designed by Nature to respond to the direction of our superiors. We need that.
When Alphas apply their natural dominance to faggot training and direction, peaceable fruits are harvested. In Lee’s case, the spanking he received led to a greater appreciation for his Master’s authority and a deeper level of submission to that authority.
Discipline is a form of love. There really is no difference between these Alphas punishing their faggots or tenderly cleaning their chastity cages. In both instances, the Alphas are caring for their valuable property.
In these three faggots, Alphas Nick and Nikola own three luxury Lamborghini sports cars. They want those sports cars to retain their value and run at peak performance. An occasional tune-up is required and necessary.
A FINAL THOUGHT
I cannot express my continued astonishment at the confidence, poise, and power Alphas Nick and Nikola demonstrate as owners of personal faggots. These are STRAIGHT MEN who, until just a few months ago, never knew that anything like this was possible.
Now they rule over their Kindgom like seasoned Masters with many more years of experience. But it’s more than just a reign of power. They show remarkable insight and wisdom while dealing with the faggot mind (an admittedly weird and confusing place).
Hands-down, they are the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. It has been one of the most unparalleled privileges of my life to know them and watch their rise to GODHOOD. I will always be kneeling at their feet!
This is a new thread merging the true stories of straight Alpha Nick and straight Alpha Nikola as they begin a new adventure of full-time faggot Ownership! CLICK HERE for these new stories in chronological order!
I’m not a fan of religion, but occasionally you’ll find wisdom in the pages of the Bible. As a faggot, this is one scripture I’ve always embraced:
(Proverbs 29:17)
Anytime one human submits to the authority of another, discipline is often necessary as a training device to keep order. Humans are naturally rebellious and restless. Discipline acts as either a deterrent to the wise or as a corrective tool to those who resist.
One such corrective technique is the use of chastity cages on faggots. The four straight Alphas in Toronto have witnessed this first-hand, as they have watched with amazement as the cages transformed the minds and hearts of their faggots into obedient and dedicated servants. The cage is a disciplinary action; the Alphas are basically forbidding the use of their penises for anything other than urination. And when that law is obeyed, there is peace.
But over time, even a caged faggot can become unbalanced and need firm redirection. Such was the case yesterday with my dear brother Chin.
Yesterday while Lee was being deflowered I was hearing from everybody in the house … except Chin. I kept asking where he was, and nobody seemed to know. I found that very odd, and definitely out of character for him. Ever since his cunting by Jin so many months ago, Chin has been instrumental in helping to prep Yul and Lee and other faggots, and handling many responsibilities. Every Alpha who has used Chin has nothing but the highest praise for him. Indeed, he has been one of my finest students.
But nobody’s perfect. Apparently, Chin went to the library and lost track of time. He absentmindedly wandered into the apartment at dinner time to be greeted by a furious Master Nick (Master Nikola was busy fucking a third load into Lee at the time). When Nick asked Chin about his absence, Chin backtalked.
That was all it took. Master Nick grabbed Chin and pulled him into Nick’s bedroom where he proceeded to whip Chin’s ass with a belt for ten minutes. I was on the line with Yul when it happened, and Yul was terrified of Master Nick’s fury.
To reinforce the punishment, Master Nick forced Chin to sleep on the couch in the living room instead of sleeping in his bed.
Last night, Master Nick mounted Yul missionary style and pounded his faggot’s pussy for 40 minutes. Yul said it was the most aggressive fuck he’s yet seen from his Master. Clearly, Master Nick needed to work through his rage the way many Men do, by hate-fucking pussy and pumping out huge loads.
This morning, Chin was described as “quiet” by other members of the house. It was the calm after the passing of the storm. Chin was given much to think about at the hands of his Owner.
But Master Nick’s discipline was righteous and true. When given with precision and care, discipline yields peaceable fruits. He cares about his faggots, his possessions. By using his authority and power in such a manner, he has re-established order and kept his faggot in line.
