This experience was sent to me from xtopstudx, an experienced Alpha from Colorado.
Here’s another example of never knowing where you’re going to run into a beta/faggot or an Alpha.
I needed to start getting ready for work, but had to run to the store first. I walked down an aisle and saw a nice looking black man. He had a nice beard and hairy arm and was wearing an employee shirt. He saw Me walking towards him and I could see his eyes give Me the once over. As I got closer he looked at Me again and when I passed him he dropped his eyes and head. I said hi as I walked by and he said “hello sir.” I didn’t think anything of it, calling a male Sir, is just good customer service. About halfway down another aisle, I saw him walk across the end and he was looking down the aisle I was in. Again not thinking much about it. A few aisles later I see him again adjusting products on a shelf. He looked up at Me, smiled, then looked away. As I got closer I noticed a bulge in his pants I didn’t see before, and believe Me, I would have noticed before.
That’s when it hit Me. I stopped right in front of him and asked him where a product was. he said, “Sir, I’d be more than happy to show you.” Emphasis on Sir. Following behind him and getting a good look at his ass, made My dick start getting hard. In front of the product, he again stood sideways to Me and said “here you go Sir.” He once again looked at My face but when he saw Me looking back, he lowered his head. As he did I saw him take a glance at the bulge in My jeans, and I noticed his bulge had gotten bigger. I grabbed the product from the shelf, brushing his hairy arm. I said “thank you” and he said, “anytime Sir. Anything else I can help you with.” I wanted to use him right there, but said “not at this time.” He looked Me in the eyes, with a smile on his face and said “yes Sir. Please come back and see us again real soon.” You better believe I’ll be back soon. I’ll be looking for a certain employee.
For the faggot looking for an Alpha/Master, it’s not hard. We are everywhere. If you see a Man you like, give Us your sub/faggot signs. Look the Man in the eyes, when He looks back, lower your eyes and head. If He happens to speak to you, find a way to inject the word “Sir” into your reply. Go out of your way to show Us you’ll do anything for Us.
This is awesome advice. I’ve said it many times – Alphas are constantly scanning the people surrounding them and categorizing them mentally. Some might be threats to be subdued. Others might be romantic interests. And some, like the faggot above, might be potential fuck meat.
So just know that even a faggot’s most subtle submissive gestures are not lost on the Alpha Male. They see it all, and will use it to their advantage whenever they want.
Thank you, Sir!
This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
Just when you think Master Kyle cannot shatter any more expectations, he goes and not only shatters those expectations, but he pulverizes them into a fine dust and blows them away!
As I’ve been telling you, the primary goal Master Kyle had when he started boning the hot wife next door (and cucking her husband in spectacular fashion) was to impregnate her. She was childless, and her hapless half-man of a husband wasn’t able to put a child into her womb. Additionally, Master Kyle was eager to flex the power of his genetically-superior seed.
So Master Kyle spent the last few weeks pumping an ungodly amount of Alpha cum deep in her pussy. breeding was happening almost daily.
And now, it’s official! Earth has a new prince or princess!
Here’s how he told me today:
Then he proceeded to tell me what happened when he found out:
So yesterday I had the cuck go out and buy a pregnancy test (btw he said (to the cashier) what I told him to say, that his wife is having my kid … apparently the cashier said “no surprise to me” lol.) While we waited for the results I made the cuck suck my dick. When she got out and I saw the positive, I just jumped on her and started fucking. We had a real fuckfest of a celebration. My dad (Sir Rob) came by for a bit and we fucked her pussy together.
After that we both cunted the sissy cuck for the first time! I fucked all night!
UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!!!
He said the wife was ecstatic with joy, crying uncontrollably when she wasn’t getting her brains fucked out.As for the cuck, he experienced a true cunting by the most powerful Alpha father and son combo on earth. Master Kyle said the cuck passed out a couple of times as they completely removed the last traces of its Manhood.
The only semi-sad aspect of this story is the fact that the couple will be moving away in a couple of months, so Master Kyle will not be there day-to-day to check on the progress of his first child (of many to come). But you can be rest assured that this infinitely powerful young Alpha will keep a close watch from afar to make sure his cuck slave is raising the child correctly!May I remind you that Master Kyle is still only 17 years old?!?
This site and my life changed dramatically when Master Kyle and his father Sir Rob introduced themselves. It has been the exquisite privilege of my little fag life to not only come to know them, but also to take part in the development of Earth’s new Apex Alpha God!And now he’s creating the next generation of superhumans, one powerful cumshot at a time!
Congratulations to my beloved Master Kyle for this greatest of achievements, and also to proudest poppa Sir Rob! They are my Kings, and I am their faggot.
I’ve never been prouder to serve as a faggot than I am today!
When your man is working from home, you must ensure he’s fully satisfied and that your both your boypussy and your mouth are always ready to be (ab)used😈
HIS PLEASURE IS YOUR PRIORITY.
This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!
The title of this post is a direct reference to an old saying that goes something like this:
“If you love something set it free. If it comes back it’s yours. If not, it was never meant to be.”
Great change is coming to the Kingdom of Master Nick, and, as always, he’s handling it the way any great Protector Alpha would.
First of all, Chin – Master Nick’s first faggot – will be changing schools at the end of this semester and moving to Montreal for more school. This works out well, because Chin’s first Master, Jin, lives near the school.
So Master Nick and Master Jin conferred over a long phone conversation. Of primary interest for Master Nick was the continued development of Chin as a faggot. Like Master Nick, Master Jin is a big believer in chastity for faggot control and training. It was decided between them that Chin would remain in chastity under Master Jin’s watchful eye.
And so Master Nick gave his blessing on the move. Chin will be moving to Montreal in the coming months and staying with Master Jin as his live-in faggot once more! (side note: Master Jin currently has a girlfriend, but he has assured me that he doesn’t think owning Chin will interfere with that relationship.
Just focus on this point: Master Nick lovingly took Chin into his Kingdom after Master Matt failed, and made Chin one of his most valued possessions. And now he is setting Chin free so that he might grow and develop under Master Jin’s focused training. That is the quality of a true Protector Alpha!
But there is more, and it’s sensitive.
One of the four faggots owned by Master Nick is going through some difficult emotional turmoil right now. I’m not going to mention their name or discuss the problem in specifics due to its sensitive nature. But I will say that the issue is very complex and difficult to handle.
I discreetly asked a couple of Alphas (including California Alpha) how they might handle it, and they said they would dismiss the faggot until it managed to get through its issues.
BUT NOT MASTER NICK! Once he understood the depth and complexity of the issue his faggot was handling, he pledged to take his faggot to see a specialist this week, and vowed to stand by his faggot as he solves these issues!
Words cannot properly convey my profound pride, gratitude, and AWE I feel when considering the actions of Master Nick this weekend. THIS is the standard by which all other Alphas shall be judged.
Our greatest Men stand up in moments of our greatest trouble. They defend the defenseless, console the broken, and vanquish the wicked. They often do these tremendous things without even fully understanding or relating to the core issue. They simply act for the sake of righteousness.
That’s Master Nick. He is a straight Alpha who may not fully understand all of the issues facing his faggots or why they do what they do. All he knows is that he owns them – they are his property – and he will defend them and support them with his very last breath.
If you’re ever looking for proof of God on Earth, look nowhere else except at Master Nick. His strength, power, and goodness will never be supplanted, and is forever.
Flaming queers are a cancer in the gay community. Their self-absorption is boundless, their need for attention more desperate than a box of newborn puppies. They get the attention they crave because they sculpt tight little bodies and spend countless hours tanning and plucking and moisturizing.
But beyond the airbrushed artifice, they are empty, vacuous spaces howling with self-delusion. They are such voids of humanity that they have their own event horizons. These kinds of plastic faggots make me sick.
Just look at this “hot take” on the current racial unrest in the United States from one of these plastic princesses:
The Alpha above is Ashton Barnes. He’s a 21-year-old model (duh) and DJ. He’s also a cash Master who has been quietly raping faggots for two years.
When he was first approached by a faggot two years ago, he was confused by the offer but accepted the faggot’s $50 tribute anyway. Since then, Master Ashton has received $250,000 in fag cash as a tribute to his obvious Alphahood!
But now he hungers for more faggot cash pussy!
Tribute to your gods! You can find him on Twitter @HandsomeAlpha and on OnlyFans!
Hierarchy Is Truth!
Look at what Hierarchy does for an Alpha’s life:
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:
This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
The title of this post is a bit misleading. Master Kyle, the godly Apex Alpha son of Sir Rob, has barely been quarantined during the recent pandemic scouring the globe. He’s been breaking the quarantine rules daily while going next door to breed his slutty neighbor and cucking her husband (more on that later).
Of course, silly little global pandemics mean nothing to a 17-year-old GOD with the dominant sex drive of several football teams combined. So as Canada began easing restrictions on their pandemic response, Master Kyle came out of hiding in a BIG WAY!
Here is the story:
It should be noted that this faggot, named Timmy, was the very first faggot Kyle claimed after his father introduced him to the use of faggots.
I asked Master Kyle about the special kiss on the head. He explained that he feels some special affection for Timmy the fag since it was his first. SO SWEET! Seriously … Master Kyle is a dream Alpha!! I am blessed just to know him!
Anyway, enough fan-girling! On with the story … so immediately after visiting Timmy, Master Kyle went to his second faggot’s house:
THIS IS HOW TO SHOW A MAN RESPECT!
MASTER KYLE IS GOD!
I considered calling this post “Master Kyle’s Legacy Tour” because he basically spent the day traveling around his town and hitting his favorite venues!
But what about the neighbors?
It sounds like we might have an announcement soon on whether or not Master Kyle has impregnated his neighbor!
INCREDIBLE!
Even better, Master Kyle stepped up his control over the husband he cucked.
Master Kyle is unspeakably powerful! The confidence he radiates could power a small industrialized nation!
AND HE ISN’T EVEN 18 YEARS OLD YET!
When I sit down to pee with my chastity cage on, I think about this GOD MAN in Canada for whom I wear it. It is my way of honoring true Men like him.
That, and chronicling his glorious and blessed life here, too!
Thank you, Master Kyle! My god! My King!
I haven’t been subtle about my frustrations with findom. So many guys are putting up fake profiles or put on fake personas in order to get some of the easy fag cash swirling around the scene. Most of the time these guys are not Alphas, and ultimately not worthy of such rich tributes.
But every so often a true Alpha shows up and turns everyone’s head. I’ve featured a few here before, and they have gone on to be very successful in the scene.
But now the scene has a new figure who is quickly making waves. And with good reason – he’s an Apex Alpha so undeniably perfect in every way that one is forced to accept his rule as one of the Kings of the Earth!
His name is Angel Mateus. He goes by the name @Angelmateus15 on Twitter. He has an OnlyFans temple of worship at onlyfans.com/eldiablodemateus.
Gaze in wonder at this perfection, then get to tributing to him!
A few days ago I received a beautiful little message on Snapchat from an Irish faggot named Conor. He said this:
Hey. Fellow faggot here. I just wanted to thank you for all you do. Seriously your writing helped me come to terms with being a faggot at a time when I was trying to repress and I was living with my homophobic parents. Your website and tumblr encouraged me to accept myself and to put myself out there and serve as a faggot. I’m currently quarantined with my Gorgeous Alpha of six months and I was so happy this morning after he cunted me I was almost crying. So after while I was making Him breakfast in bed I just decided to thank as many people as I could who have helped me realize I was a faggot. So thank you so much faggot Sam. Thank you for all that you do in educating both faggots and sometimes even Alphas (my Master wasn’t worried about locking my useless appendage until I converted him by showing him some of your posts on the topic!). I’m currently 18 and who knows how long it would’ve taken for me to accept my faggotry without you. In conclusion, Thank you for everything!
Well, I couldn’t let that go unnoticed, so I started a lovely conversation with my brother. And what I discovered was a story about a boy struggling against the truth about himself, and his ultimate triumph in finding a natural-born Alpha named Master Alex to worship.
Here is his story:
I really remember that one of the first times I realized I was gay was when I was about 12 in the changing rooms after PE. Being around all those sweaty half naked guys made my flap hard. But because it was a conservative catholic all boys school I decided to do my best to repress it.
And so eventually I sorta moved my way into a friend group and when I was 14ish I met a girl through that group. She became my girlfriend. I really really liked her as a person and so I thought I could just be with her and concentrate on getting hard whenever she wanted to do something sexual.
This is almost identical to my own story, as I’ve said in the past. It’s pretty typical for faggots to attempt some sort of “normal” life, typically resulting in failure.
It kinda worked for a bit. At least when she would give me a blowjob I could pretend it was a man. But the first time she wanted to do full on vaginal penetration I just couldn’t stay hard. I was so fucking embarrassed. I kept trying to get my flap up for like 15 min and it was some of the worst most awkward 15min of my life. Broke up with her literally 2 days after that.
Again, pretty typical stuff.
I should mention that at this point I was forcing myself to watch straight porn except on weekends when I would allow myself some fag porn. I was just so self hating you wouldn’t believe.
Anyway after that break up I’d kinda proven at least to the other lads in my friend group that I wasn’t a faggot (since they were casually homophobic and I would join in). And I kinda just told them that there wasn’t a whole lot of girls that were as good as she was and managed to get away with not dating for a while.
Ah, yes. The dating ruse in order to throw straight homophobes off the scent!
But we can’t escape or hide from ourselves …
Anyway I think that it was around this time that I found an unopened dildo in the upstairs of my granny’s house (where my uncle and aunt were living at the time) in my aunts attic space. For a 15 year old self-hating fag I just couldn’t resist it and stole it taking it home by hiding it between my ass cheeks on the car ride home! God I was such a little faggot! It was such a great dildo. It was one of those super realistic one with veins and it was 6 inches (I measured!). On top of that it vibrated. The first time I fucked myself with that dildo whole watching fag porn I kinda knew there was no going back.
After enjoying the dildo for a number of months after I got back from a school tour one day I was horrified to see that the place I’d left it was gone! My dad had thrown it away! It was one of the most humiliating things ever to happen to me. He gave me this fucking god awful talk about how he knew I was just confused and that he knew that I wouldn’t disappoint our family by continuing down that “life path” as he called it.
So in order to make me more of “a Man” he told me that I was gonna sign up for our local rugby club. I fucking hated it at first since I’d never been a fan of sports. But I came to love the sports mainly thanks to my teammates. They were the first guys I could truly call my friends. The best thing was that there was already an openly gay guy on the team and they were totally accepting! I mean they gave him shit about sucking cock and liking it up the ass but you could tell it was all in good humor. He also had to turn around when everyone was getting changed and having showers! This might sound mean but the guys took it as a laugh and you could tell they genuinely liked and supported each other no matter what.
For a young faggot, this kind of support from straight Males is literally like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. You feel like you’re on top of the world.
When I was 16 I came out to them and they made me feel so accepted. At 16 I was also super getting into tumblr and that when I discovered a number of blogs discussing faggots and alphas and masters. Your blog was one of the first ones I found. I loved how long and detailed you went into every aspect of faggotry. It was such a useful tool for educating myself.
It was then that I finally totally accepted what deep down I’d known all along: I was, and am, a faggot.
Believe me, I am humbled beyond words whenever I hear things like this from people, whether they are faggots or Alphas. It’s the whole point of this website and my work.
I was spending as much time as possible away from my parents house at this point, sleeping over at friends etc. I also signed up to Grindr and started fully hooking up with guys. I took my first real Man’s cock up the ass a week or too after my 17 th birthday. I was a real slutty fag that first year! But it wasn’t really fulfilling getting filled with all that meaningless cock.
My little brother Conor learned this lesson much earlier and faster than I did! My slutty period lasted much longer!
Luckily my savior was right around the corner. Last summer before I started college I met Him. My mate from rugby introduced us cos he knew we were both gay. He was his cousin. 22 years old a fellow rugby player. I’m gonna call Him Master Alex cos I don’t wanna use his real name without permission. We went out for coffee in early November and it escalated from there. We hit it off immediately. We made each other laugh. We like the same shows and music. He had black hair and the most sexy blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He was a sexy muscular hunk. I was and am in love. I remember being so nervous thinking “please don’t be a bottom, please don’t be a bottom”! You wouldn’t believe the relief when he said he was a “total top”!
The first time we fucked. I knew it wouldn’t be the last as cliched as that me be to say. It was true. I remember afterwards him ordering me to make him some food and bringing it down to him like a good little fagwife and feeling so at peace. I just wanted to do his laundry, iron his clothes do anything to serve him. And I did and continue to do so.
Incredible triumph!! It just goes to show that being brave and honest with oneself can lead to a dream moment in life! But it gets better:
Anyway, though I know money should never be a factor when choosing a man to serve as a faggot, I’m lucky to say that Master Alex co owns a plumbing business with his brothers and Dad(who is absolutely lovely btw!) and so he has an apartment all to himself. I moved in just after Christmas. I collected my basic necessities from my parents house and I was free.
I know at some point I’m going to have to go back and deal with my parents. But for now lemme just say I’m glad there’s a quarantine. And another thing the whole quarantine made me so nervous because I was worried we weren’t gonna be able cope being stuck inside with each other all the time so suddenly but it’s genuinely been one of the best experiences of my life once I learned how best to serve him and to just do whatever he orders me to to please him.
It’s such an inspirational story, isn’t it?
After digging down further, I discovered that Master Alex is truly a Supreme Alpha of the best kind – the kind who knows it without needing to flaunt it.
Yes, more or less. (Master Alex) firmly believes that all relationships have a sub and a dom to some degree. He just took charge from day 1. Well at least day 2 definitely. Our second date was going to the cinema and he asked me what movie I wanted to see and I told him Ford vs Ferrari and he basically said “you can watch that another time. We’re gonna watch the Irishman.”
Pure Alphas like Master Alex deserve an adorable, devoted faggot like Conor (yes, I’ve seen a picture)! It’s PERFECT!
Stories like this one reinforce the absolute truth of Hierarchy. Our souls cry out for our proper place within it, and finally finding it leads to unbelievable peace!
I am so grateful to my sweet little brother Conor for sharing his true story of courage, honesty, and victory! It’s a journey I’ve shared in my own life, and I wish it for all of my faggot brothers out there!
The fetish aspect of the natural dynamic between an Alpha and a faggot is one of those things that can get out of control pretty quickly. What begins as simple roles of dominant and submissive morph wildly over time to include a whole range of interests and “play.”
Oh, how I hate that word “play” when it comes to Hierarchical truths! Because that’s really the problem with the approach many take toward the Alpha/fag dynamic – they view it as “play” like they’re children on a playground. They don’t take it seriously as something that is an intrinsic part of their identity. They mistakenly believe it’s a costume they wear and then take off when they’re finished.
This focus on the temporary infects the entire movement, and ultimately robs people of one of the most powerful possibilities of the Hierarchy: OWNERSHIP. Yes, the natural Hierarchical roles assigned to us at birth give us the chance to experience the rich fulfillment inherent in ownership.
But Ownership is not meant for game players and pretenders. It is meant for people deeply committed to their natural roles and perfect it daily.
I had a wonderful conversation with a young Alpha named @cashmasterbrent the other day. He’s a 20-year-old findom Master, and on the outside he might seem like one of the many other young Alphas on Twitter playing games.
Then he said this:
I was truly blown away by the depth of that statement! Here he was, at the beginning of his reign, calling out fellow Alphas for failing to appreciate the gift of owning a faggot or other sub! The fact that this young Man could, at that age, comprehend what it takes to own a faggot day after day, train it, use it, and yes, care for it and its needs! It’s a staggering and complex thought!
Even deeper, he understood the value of the submission of the faggot! As I’ve said many times here, faggots have worth. Stupid or immature Alphas fail to realize that and mistreat their subs.
Hence, as Master Brent said, they are “not worthy.”
Indeed, it is a privilege to own faggots, to have them serving with all of their hearts! A worthy Man can look down at his loyal faggot, refined by training and care, and think with pride to himself: “That is MY faggot, my property. It serves only me.”
You know, it is a relatively easy thing to own another human being bodily. It is an entirely different thing to own the SOUL of another person, to have that person surrender its life to you. The difference between those two viewpoints is where the “privilege” of faggot ownership lies.
It’s refreshing to find a serious and thoughtful Alpha like Master Brent in a findom scene so transactional and prone to game playing. Even at a young age, he can likely teach many older and more experienced Alphas a few lessons on true Alpha masculinity! The privilege of ownership should be stripped from them and awarded to Men like Master Brent, an Alpha who can appreciate the value of it!
Gaze upon this young god, and then go find him on Twitter or tribute to him on CashApp: $Bre0203m
I have often shared my love of Twitter Alpha @soccerbro619 on this blog. I have a great affection for him not only because he’s gorgeous and funny, but also because I was the faggot who initially pushed him to start owning faggots.
I remember spending probably close to a year sending him adoring messages – nothing. And just when I was about to give up, he responded to me. And thus began this relationship between a powerful soccer-playing Alpha and a blog-writing faggot.
Slowly he has embraced the idea of findom and the worship of faggots. As tributes trickled in, he opened up more and more.
But nothing could prepare him for this weekend! The floodgates of faggot Findom opened wide and dumped treasures at his feet to the tune of more than $1,000 in one day!
He was so ecstatic that he sent one of his cash fags a pair of used underwear, and sent a hot message:
But the tributes continued to rain upon him the next day, getting him so worked up that he dumped a loud Alpha load all over some designer underwear:
I’m so proud of my King! It’s the life he was always born to live, and now it’s coming true! The rest of his reign will be a series of never ending triumphs!
I just love this admission and video from @nineinchalpha. He was BORN to own faggots, just as we are BORN to serve him!
Here is a Man proudly filming himself breeding some boy’s pussy. It’s telling that the boy is hiding his head. There is some amount of shame involved in a sub’s surrender of its hole, at least at first.
But as it gets fucked more and more and begins to accept its purpose, shame turns to joy.
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This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I must admit that I was absolutely floored by this recent true story told to me by Michael the faggot about how his Alpha father revealed his true nature at age 13. The depth of wisdom shown by Michael’s father Steve is almost incomprehensible to mere mortals. It just doesn’t square with the behavior of average Men. Of course, Alphas are not average Men.
When we left the story, Master Steve had helped his faggot son Michael understand the truth of his existence, and had encouraged Michael to offer services to their Alpha neighbor Brian. Michael dutifully followed his father’s instructions and began serving Brian by helping with homework and chores.
But I knew there was more to the story, so I pressed on. And sure enough, Michael began to relate to me the further extraordinary training he received from his father, and the real start of his career as a faggot.
I started out by cleaning (Brian’s) room, and before long, i was doing his laundry, changing his sheets and towels every other day, washing his car, doing the grocery shopping for him and his mom. My dad was watching this and clearly was approving of my performance as faggot to my teen Alpha neighbor.
One day my dad asked me how things were going with Brian, and i bubbled over with enthusiasm for my newly-found faggotry. “You know,” dad said, “One day, he’s going to need a blow job.” Dad explained that giving head is the ultimate way in which a faggot shows its dedication and submission to its Alpha, and that there is no greater physical pleasure that a faggot can provide to its Alpha. Dad explained that for a lot of Alphas, especially straight Alphas like Brian, getting his dick sucked was a major step psychologically; that they had to get over the idea that it was somehow “gay” to get their cocks sucked. Dad said that once they got over that prejudice, there was so much that a faggot could do to make its Alpha feel great.
My dad then asked if I had ever sucked cock. I told him that I had not. My dad then commenced to teach me. He explained the anatomy. He explained how even an average size dick was longer than the mouth and inevitably how the faggot’s throat would be involved. He explained how the muscles of the throat could work to enhance the pleasure that the Alpha receives. My dad explained how a faggot should breathe while its throat was stuffed with Alpha cock. And when it came time for me to practice, my dad let me practice on his cock. He talked me through it; he explained about the gag reflex, and both the positive and negative aspects of gagging on an Alpha’s cock.
WOW! I thought Master Steve’s training was extraordinary before! I had no idea that he actually had his faggot son practice on his own cock!
After that thorough training, Michael was ready to offer himself sexually to his new Alpha Brian. All he needed was an opportunity.
One Sunday afternoon, I was at Brian’s editing one of his school assignments on his computer when he came in from a date. “Shit, faggot,” he exclaimed. “I’m as horny as a toad, and Sarah (his girlfriend at the time) wasn’t in the mood.” I told him that I could take care of that.
“What do you mean?” he said. So, i got down on my knees and i pulled down his shorts. His cock popped out, already pretty hard (but little did i know then just how much bigger and harder it could become) and i reached for it.
Brian protested, “I’m not gay.” I explained to him that he wouldn’t become gay if i sucked his dick. If he sucked mine, that might be different. He seemed to accept that explanation, and i started in licking his cock, as my dad had taught me. Dad taught me that a blow job is not merely a sexual act; rather it is an act of worship. A faggot takes its time and gives its Alpha’s cock the respect and adoration it deserves. After all, it is the very font of the Alpha’s power, of his being.
But I could tell that Brian was on the verge of explosion and I didn’t want him to miss the full deep throat experience so I backed off of cock licking and took his truly gorgeous cock into my mouth and down my throat. The rest, as i wrote the other day, is history.
Master Steve also taught Michael the true worth of an Alpha’s cumshot.
The first time I tasted Brian’s cum was amazing. That was the first time I actually ever tasted cum — not even my own, as difficult as that may be to believe. Even while he was training me, my dad never ejaculated, so I never tasted his cum. I didn’t know what to expect, taste-wise, and I found the taste a little strange. The first impression was slightly salty; then I thought it tasted musty. It is not altogether an unpleasant taste and since then, many loads later, I have come to kind of enjoy the taste.
How I felt? Well, I felt on top of the world. All the bed making and laundry doing and errand running aside, when I brought Brian to orgasm using only my mouth, I had this tremendous feeling of having arrived at a destination, of having committed myself so there was no turning back. (And indeed, I have not turned back.)
I knew to swallow his load, because my dad impressed upon me the importance of doing that (although even without dad’s tutoring, I would have done it anyway. Dad said that beyond being disrespectful, when an Alpha gives a faggot his cum he is giving the faggot the very essence of his being, of his Apha-hood. It is a gift of a god, and the faggot MUST swallow, to capture that essence within himself forever.
Alpha Brian’s reaction followed the pattern of most straight Men who experience their first blowjob from a faggot – surprise, confusion, and finally gratitude.
Brian’s reaction? It took me about 10 minutes or so to bring him to climax. When he did orgasm, he must have shot 4 or 5 shots of cum down my throat (I didn’t actually taste him until started to withdraw and the last load sort of dribbled across my tongue. His words were “On my fucking god!!” He had had blow jobs before, he told me, but never like this.
It was my first blow job, and from my current perspective, I know it probably was a pretty lousy bj. But it was not the last one I gave Brian. In fact, it became a pretty steady thing — to the point that sometimes he would text me to come over and take care of him before he headed to school, or to practice. There was an initial period of, I guess, guilt or confusion in his part, but he got over that quickly.
And so began Michael the faggot’s career of serving Men!
Most faggots develop like I did, by trial and error, asking questions, humbly accepting advice, and lots of meditation. But Michael’s incredible development into the courageous worship machine he is today was made possible by the once-in-a-lifetime, hands-on instruction of his father Master Steve.
When Alphas take the time to groom and train faggots, passing on their knowledge of Hierarchical truth, they sow the seeds of proper and valuable service to Men. The ripple effect of this is incalculable and profound. For example, Master Steve’s training of his faggot son has led to many other straight Alphas receiving service from him, even down to this very day many years later.
It is my sincere hope that Alphas reading this account will take these lessons into their heart. Alphahood is about more than simply blowing a load. It’s about being a LEADER OF MEN. It is about being the captain of a great ship and commandeering every male on the vessel to steer it to its destination.
It is Nature’s way. The universe gives Alphas tremendous blessings, but also a sacred commission. The greatest Alphas – Apex Alphas like Master Steve – proudly take hold of that commission with a serious mind and unwavering focus.
And our world is better for that kind of leadership.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young Apex Alpha, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank the anonymous Alpha writer for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
Sometimes it takes a while to bring out the fag in a guy, especially when the bitch did not know he was a fag, or a more serious challenge, when the guy has been suppressing his fagdom – trying to convince himself that he was not a fag – for years.
But my roommate my freshman year at college was instant fag. I could tell when I first walked into the tiny dorm room we had been assigned. I think his name was Goeff, but honestly, from the very first day I called the bitch nothing but fag. I didn’t go straight to the room upon registering. Instead, I went over to the gym to talk with the baseball coach about my scholarship and shit. So Goeff had pretty much set up his stuff and was relaxing, stretched out on the bottom bunk when I got to the room. I was wearing spandex biker-type shorts, flip-flops and a sleeveless Under Armour tee shirt. Goeff’s eyes just about popped out of his head as he sprung out of bed extending a hand to introduce himself. I suspected that my roomie was going to be my fag. So I tested this out. I ignored his outstretched hand, and interrupted him as he tried to tell me his name. I wasn’t at all interested in the bitch’s name.
“You’re on my bed. You get the top bunk.” I’m not usually an asshole, but the situation called for this now.
He hesitated for a moment, and then said “Oh sorry. I’ll switch now.”
He started to unmake the bottom bunk and make up the top bunk. I stopped him.
You’ll want to switch mattresses too. You already laid out on the bottom mattress, so that mattress is yours now.“
So, the bitch unmade the mattress on the top bunk and struggled with the mattresses. I just sat on one of the desk chairs, my muscular legs spread and my junk on display through the spandex shorts. Roomie kept glancing over in my direction. He was sweating. We were off to an awesome start. As soon as he finished making up his bed I said,
“Help me get my shit out of the car.” And he did.
Once we got some of my stuff up to the room, I suggested that he could make up my bed since he had done such a good job on his own, which he did. He also set up my computer, and I commandeered most of his desk for my electronic gear. He said he didn’t mind since he liked to study in bed.
“You got a car?” I asked. He said he had his mom’s minivan for a few days, then he would have to return it home.
“Perfect.” I said. “There’s not a whole lot of room for stuff in the Porsche, as you could see. I got a couple of boxes at UPS. Could you drive me down so we can pick them up.” It wasn’t intended as a question or a request. The bitch understood. “Of course.”
Walter had shipped up two pretty good-sized boxes of clothes, and bless his fag heart, had included a wallet that had a picture of him and me at the beach and a credit card. When we got the boxes back to the dorm room and unpacked, there was not enough room in the closet for all of my clothes, not to mention all the boots and shoes that Walter doted on buying me and then worshiping, so I took over most of Goeff’s closet as well. He said he didn’t mind as he folded his clothes and stacked them neatly in the corner.
I rewarded Goeff’s help by taking the bitch out to dinner at an off-campus restaurant. We put the top down on the Porsche. I also offered to drive home with Goeff over the weekend when he returned his mom’s minivan, and drive him back to campus. The fag just about creamed His pants.
That (Goeff creaming his jeans) actually came later that evening. I stepped out of the shower in the bathroom we shared with the two guys in the room next door, and strode into the room naked as I toweled myself off. Goeff just sighed.
“You like to suck dick, fag?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Yes Sir, you mean,” I corrected.
“Yes Sir, i sure do.”
“The go for it.”
Geoff got down on his knees and reached for my muscular thighs.
“No hands,” I corrected. “Hands behind your back whenever you’re servicing me.”
He complied, and went to work on my dick. I could tell Goeff had had some considerable experience. After a while I grabbed his head with both hands and thrust my dick deep into his throat which opened up nicely and I skull fucked the bitch. He blew his load, without touching himself, just about the same time I shot about 6 or 7 searing blasts of my cum directly into the fag’s stomach. The tone of my first year at college (which also was, as things turned out, Goeff’s last year at college – but that’s a story for a different time) was cast.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young Apex Alpha, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank the anonymous Alpha writer for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
I learned early on, when I was still in high school, that fags NEED to worship real men, that they NEED to humiliate and debase themselves, they NEED to sacrifice. When a fag sucks my cock in public, like at a party or someplace, it is as much about giving me his self esteem as it is about giving me head.
The bitch NEEDS to sacrifice and I deny him fulfillment of that need if I thank him or in any way show the bitch appreciation. Giving me head, getting fucked by me, just being in my presence is the reward the fag seeks. He understands that he is giving me only what i am entitled to by my natural state as a true Alpha. I ruin it for the fag if I thank him, if I even acknowledge his submission or even his presence.
Gifts are the same way. They begin to count for the fag when they begin to put a strain on his resources – when they are more than he can afford, or when he gives me something extremely important to him personally – like his own courtside season basketball tickets. The fag gives me these things because (1) he understands that i am entitled to them, and (2) because he gets fucking hard just giving me such gifts. I ruin it for him if I even say “thanks.”
A fag once took me to a basketball game and we had awesome courtside seats, second row. I complimented the bitch on the seats and so he gave me his season pass. I took one awesome girl after another to the basketball games for about a month. Then one of my dates had to back out – she was on a photo shoot in the Islands somewhere. So at the last minute I called the fag and asked him if he wanted to go the game with me. He had some dinner appointment for his business, but he rearranged everything so he could go to the game with me. His car and driver picked me up and we went to the game, As we entered the arena, I ran into an old college bud and we started talking. The fag stood off to the side. As game time approached, I invited my bud to sit with me and gave the fag my bud’s tickets in the nosebleed section. I told the fag to stop by from time to time to see if we needed anything. The bitch did – about 6 times during the game. He spent more time going up and down stairs than watching the game. But I know that the bitch was so thrilled to be with me that it probably was the best time at a basketball game he ever had.
For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young Apex Alpha, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank the anonymous Alpha writer for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!
Ever since high school, I have been fascinated by the power i have over fags. I didn’t seek this out, but once I recognized that I had this effect on fags, I have to admit that I get fucking hard dominating fags.
This is especially so when I come across a guy who has not yet realized what he is, and who I have to bring into the realization of what he is and what his purpose in life is.
They are so innocent. They delude themselves into thinking that they are just like real men. But i can spot a fag a mile away – the longing glances at my crotch, the hungry look in his eyes, the nervousness when I approach, or even look in his direction.
I remember once in high school, this student teacher, Mr. Huff, was taking over our English class. He was still finishing college, getting his Education degree. He was teaching the class about King Lear but his eyes were on me all of the time. After about a week, I encountered Mr. Huff in the cafeteria one day. He was sort of standing along the wall, monitoring (I guess it’s called). But his eyes were riveted on me. I finished my lunch and left my tray of dirty dishes on the table – an absolute no-no, we were supposed to bring our trays to the conveyer belt that led to the dishwashers. As I approached the door, Mr. Huff approached me, but before he could say anything, I said, “Take care of my dirty dishes. But before you do that, finish what I left on my plate.” He looked at me, and said nothing but went over to the table where I had been sitting, sat down, and picked up the fork I had been using and ate the rest of the food I had left on my plate. I stood watching from the edge of the room and just about creamed my jeans.
Why be ashamed of what Nature made of you? You have a purpose in the Hierarchy! Embrace the truth, live it, and experience fulfillment!
This post concerns the ongoing saga of California Alpha, one of the earliest and greatest Alphas I’ve ever chronicled on this blog. If you need to catch up, click here for every post about this glorious Man!
More than a year and a half has passed since I last heard any serious updates from the legendary California Alpha (August 30, 2018 to be exact – CLICK HERE). California Alpha is a bit like the Halley’s Comet of this website, periodically lighting up the sky and firing the imagination for but a brief moment, then disappearing into the blackness once again.
Two days ago I was blessed by another appearance of my powerful Master’s presence, and we had one of our typical text conversations while he lounged on a beach with his brother under quarantine.
THE FAG FARM
Before I get into the main topic, I wanted to update my readers (some of whom keep asking) about California Alpha’s proposed fag farm, a large property California Alpha purchased north of Los Angeles, California in order to house about 30 of his faggots.
It seems the deal almost fell through at the beginning of the year because the state wouldn’t approve certain licenses California Alpha sought for the property involving its use. However, as wealthy, connected Alphas often do, California Alpha pulled some strings and got the approvals he wanted. The fag farm is now in its design phase!
SONS OF ALPHAS
The Alpha Gene (if we want to call it that) runs powerfully through California Alpha’s entire bloodline. If there ever was a case to be made for genetic Alphahood, California Alpha’s lineage would be exhibit “A”.
It seems that California Alpha’s oldest child, Dale, is now thirteen years old and very much an Alpha like his father. When Dale was around nine years old, he came to California Alpha and told him that he felt different from his friends at school. Dale was bigger than they were, and more aggressive. They seemed weak to the budding Alpha, even at that age, and it was making him curious.
So given that knowledge from California Alpha, Dale proceeded to enslave his first faggot at age nine, a childhood faggot friend who served as Dale’s first cocksucker. Since then, Dale has been experimenting with fag fucking and the like while also pursuing girls.
But after telling me about Dale’s progress, our conversation turned toward a seldom-discussed topic: California Alpha’s early grooming by his own Alpha father, a powerful Man named Mike.
And so it was that Master Mike taught his son California Alpha about his own use of faggots, and it sparked the need within him – a need all true Alphas have – to own and use faggots as part of their Kingship.
And now California Alpha is passing on that legacy to his blossoming Alpha son Dale!
I have chronicled so many stories like this that it’s obvious that Alphahood is (a) genetically inherited, and (b) groomed. True Alphas understand this heritage and have deep respect for upholding it among themselves. They sharpen one another, protect one another, and occasionally police one another.
I, for one, am so glad that this sacred commission is being curated by California Alpha’s bloodline! He remains one of the most astounding Alphas I’ve ever known, a Man of deep conviction and respect for his Alphahood. The fact that he was given the tools of this trade by his father, and now he’s passing it onto his son … it’s breathtaking.
Our world is safe in their hands.
If an Alpha needs it, a faggot can act like a better version of a Fleshlight Launch: a dick milking machine. It’s better because the Alpha doesn’t need to hold it in place…the faggot does all the work while the Alpha gets all the pleasure!
Speaking of a Fleshlight Launch, here’s a great deal on one:
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!
The very first post from my faggot brother Michael last month was a knockout punch. In it (CLICK HERE), Michael told the story of how he slyly offered oral service to one of the Alphas in his apartment building, and it soon mushroomed into servicing multiple Alphas there every day.
My audience reaction to Michael’s story was overwhelming. Some, of course, thought it was too good to be true. Many others were both envious and encouraged by Michael’s courageous example. Meanwhile, I was sitting back with a knowing, self-satisfied smile on my face. Faggots like Michael keep proving that the gospel I preach is accurate and works in the real world.
Now Michael returns to update this situation, and it’s a doozy. It seems that the first Alpha that Michael blew – the one who started the chain reaction of Alphas within the apartment complex – has upped claim on the enterprising faggot.
Here’s Michael:
The awesome, gorgeous, clearly Alpha Gen Z guy, the first “neighbor” that i gave head to; let’s give Him a name, because this story really is about Him. i’ll call Him Jake here (although that’s not His real name). This is the story about Jake’s awakening. And i’m kinda proud that i showed Him the way. I mentioned that after i blew Him, i cleaned up His apartment. i started to do that pretty regularly (like every day; just to lay eyes on Him), i would come down to His place, knock on the door, and when He let me in i’d start cleaning, Most times, He didn’t even want to be blown. He’d be busy working on His computer, and i’d just go about doing my business. After a few times of this He asked me why. i told Him i did it because He was entitled (that was the word i used) to have someone clean His apartment — that He deserved a clean apartment and that He had too many other things to do than to clean His place. “A man like you,” i told Him, “should be spending His time doing things that give Him pleasure, not drudgery.” i framed my answer to His question in terms of His entitlement, not in terms of my need to serve. After all, as you know, a faggot’s focus always is on the Alpha.
Let’s stop there. That last part (italics are mine) is a CLASSIC maneuver that only experienced faggots with the correct mindset truly understand and practice, and it is successful far more than not. I literally laughed out loud when I read this, because I use the same technique constantly and I know it works. I hope you’re paying attention, because my dear brother Michael is dropping truth bombs into your eyeballs.
Jake said nothing. He didn’t probe further about my answer, but i could tell that He was pondering the implications. So, a couple days later, when i asked Him how He liked His laundry done, His only answer was “Every other day.” And so, i started looking for additional ways that i could serve Him, as is a good faggot’s wont — that’s the way i was taught. Small things: picking up His mail every day at the mail room, clean sheets on His bed every couple of days, always fresh towels in His bath, cooking His dinner in so He didn’t have to mess with carryout from one of the local restaurants. And after a few weeks, His work was deemed “critical” and He had to go into His office daily. He called me in to tell me. He gave me a key to His apartment and advised me that now His shoes needed to be perfectly polished every day. And i was to insure that His suits were dry cleaned. He woke me one morning at 6:00am observing that His dress shirt had a wrinkle and i immediately rushed down to His apartment and ironed it again.”Don’t let this happen again,” He warned, and i was thrilled that He was really getting His Alpha on. And of course, now that Jake was going into work every day, He advised me that His car needed to be detailed. And He expects me to be in His apartment when He returns from work so that i can take off His shoes and massage His feet. Sometimes He even lets me suck His toes.
i didn’t make Jake an Alpha Male, because as you know Sam, Alphas are born, not made (just like faggots). And Jake is not the first Alpha i have had the privilege of awakening (my first was a kid in my high school). But every time i help to bring another Alpha to the fullness of His Alpha-hood, i feel proud to be a faggot and to enrich the world with another supremely confident, entitled Alpha god.
I know the feeling Michael expresses here. As I’ve said before, I’ve had the privilege of being the First Faggot to multiple Alpha Males in the past, and it never gets old. There is this sense of wonder that comes over them (described by Michael above) as the truth dawns on them. That moment when they realize they are not being tricked, and that the faggot standing before them is their possession to use however they want. It is profoundly moving and wondrous to behold.
This might be one of the most powerful First Faggot transformation stories captured on this site since Home Depot fag and his Alpha. I’m overwhelmed by the truth and power of this experience, and I’m extremely grateful to my brother Michael for sharing his wisdom with everybody!
P.S. Michael has another incredible story to tell that will help explain more about how he has become so adept at submitting to Men. Hopefully we can tell that soon!
Harri Oakland of London, England is that prototypical “bad boy” every faggot yearns to service. They’re called “scally lads” in the U.K., and their allure to faggots is undeniable.
Master Harri uses that to his advantage. His Twitter feed (@harri_oakland89) and his OnlyFans (onlyfans.com/harri_oakland89) are filled with videos of him using fag pussy on construction sites or getting head somewhere.
Here he is getting satisfied in a bedroom.
One of my favorite recent Twitter discoveries is the gorgeous Alpha who calls himself Wagyu (like the beef). Here he is in all of his stunning perfection:
Funny thing about him – he barely wrote anything on his account, just posted torso pics. His DMs were turned off. His account had very few followers and it seemed like he was being ignored.
But I couldn’t ignore him. I had this strong Alpha vibe coming from him; something in his posture or the way he carried himself set off my Alpha alarm bells.
So I began a flurry of retweets of virtually every one of his tweets, unleashing all of my best flowery, descriptive praise upon him.
And finally, I cracked the shell! He started responding to what I was doing, and I could see in his material a newfound confidence. It was exciting to witness!
Now my amazing Master has gained around 3,000 followers virtually overnight (currently almost 4,000), but even better, he is now posting videos of him fucking and using his faggots!
Master Wagyu (@iwz_99) is a young Greek god come to life! Bow before his power!
This thread follows the astonishing story of 24-year-old identical twins Christophe (Alpha) and Dodo (faggot). CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Honestly, when I published the story of the Alpha/faggot relationship of identical twins Dennis and Tim, I thought that would be the most intense and shocking true story I would ever feature on this site.
Then I was contacted by a faggot named Dodo.
Actually his real name is Jacques, but he was renamed Dodo by his Alpha twin brother Christophe when, at age 13, he was claimed as his brother’s faggot.
And here’s the kicker: this arrangement was orchestrated by their father!
I’m going to let Dodo tell the story in its entirety:
We were born 24 years ago. First my brother Christophe, then, thirty minutes later, me. I’m Jacques, but my brother named me Dodo after he had made me his property. I grew up in Christophe’s shadow, though we’re identical twins, he always seemed stronger, more muscular, more talented, braver than me, a King. Everyone loved him but ignored me.
Christophe was my father’s favourite, I was a little girlish, mummy’s little boy. Christophe and my father often went away for the weekend to fish and sail, I wasn’t interested in it. My father also is a very strong Alpha. Someone you can’t ignore, people adore him.
When we were 13 we spent the holidays – as usual – in our country house. My mother was away for work and we spend the days on the lake, fishing (them, not I) while I would read. My brother often teased me for being so girlish and shy, he often grabbed me and crushed my balls, or sometimes he would try to stick things up my ass. He often was a bully, but he also protected me from other bullies. He always told me he was superior to me and I agreed. There was no doubt he was.
A few days after our 13th birthday, our father and my brother had spent the day fishing, while I had stayed at the house reading, and my world changed.
They came back in the evening and they were in a really good mood. My brother had been successful and had caught some big fish, and my father told him several times how proud he was to have a son like him. I could feel something was different, some tension, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Then my father turned to me and said that I – opposite to my brother – had been nothing than a disappointment. He had always hoped I would turn into a man one day, but now that we had turned 13 he had to face the truth. One of his sons was a faggot. I had never heard that word before, but my brother seemed to know what he was talking about. I felt ashamed for being a faggot, because I knew my father felt that way. He continued that at least one of his sons was a real Alpha and he smiled at my brother. I could see how proud he was.
I didn’t know what Alpha or faggot meant, I just knew that Alpha was something to be proud of and faggot something that I should be ashamed about.
My father looked at me. As it happens that your brother is an Alpha and you are a faggot, I have decided that it’s best if your brother will take care of you. Faggots need to be guided and protected by Alphas and your brother will be the best choice for you. I was absolutely puzzled. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but I kept my mouth shut.
“Tonight your brother will make you his property. From now on your purpose is to serve your brother in every possible way and whenever he demands it. I expect you to be a good boy and do as you’ll be told,” said my father. Needless to say that I always had been a good boy, I always did what I was told to do and I also did a lot of things for my brother. I was even more puzzled.
(I should mention that my brother had started humping pretty much anything since he had turned twelve. He masturbated daily and he and my father watched porn together. Straight porn. I wasn’t interested in my dick yet, but I loved to put a finger inside my asshole and play around.)
We were in the kitchen and my father told me that I was my brother’s faggot. I was only wearing swim trunks, because it had been a hot day, and my father told me to take them off. Meanwhile I was really confused about all that talking and I hadn’t understood a word, I only understood that my father said he was disappointed by me and it almost made me cry.
My father pulled me onto his lap. “Shhh,” he said, “you don’t need to cry. It’s not your fault, nature intended you to serve your brother. It happens. That’s your purpose, boy, and you will be a good faggot.”
Then he asked me if I ever had touched myself, if I played with my dicklet, like my brother did with his cock. I said that I only touch it to pee and he said that from now on I wasn’t allowed to touch it anymore. It was a clit now, and a clit was only used to pee. I asked how I should pee and he said faggots only pee sitting or squatting, never standing, because they weren’t men. He said men are having cocks and assholes, faggots have clits or dicklets and a pussy.
With that my father pushed me from his lap and told me to show them my pussy. I was so confused I just turned around and bent over for them to see it. My fathers finger probed my pussy and he said that was the most important part of my body. This and my throat. They, and the rest of my body, would belong to my brother now, and he could use them in every way.
I must have had question marks on my forehead, I had absolutely no clue what he wanted from me, but I got a feeling that I knew it.
My father then said I should be a good boy and let my brother take my pussy. My brother had been sitting on the sofa while my father was talking and only now I realized that he had his cock out and that he was stroking it, lubing it up. I suddenly felt something cold on my ass and realized that my father had lubed my hole for my brother. He told me to go on all fours, like a dog. I did what he had told me and then I felt my brother’s cockhead pushing on my asshole.
I felt him pushing inside, then he pulled out again and went back inside. It did hurt, but it also felt exciting. He started to fuck me harder and my father told him to go deeper, fuck me even harder. I don’t know how long he went on fucking me, I somehow, I don’t know how to describe it, I was in another mindset. At a point I nearly passed out and eventually he shot a big load inside my ass.
He pulled out and my father said I was a really good boy and that my brother owned me now. Then my brother stood in front of me and held his still hard cock in front of my mouth. My father said a good faggot would clean the man’s cock after it had been used. I put my tongue out and licked my brothers cock. It tasted like shit and lube and something else. When I was halfway done cleaning it my brother pushed it inside and fucked my throat. So much slime came up, I thought I was going to die. He came inside my mouth and I realized, that this something else that I had tasted on his cock was his cum.
“Good boy,” he said, and patted my head. I felt proud.
I was still on my knees and I wanted to get up, but my father told me to stay, he said he needed to try my new cunt. With that he was inside and fucked me so deeply that I nearly passed out again.
When he was finished he also held his cock in front of my mouth and I cleaned it. I knew what he expected. And I wanted him to be proud of me.
Before I went to bed my brother said that every time he would enter the room, or I would enter a room he’s in I had to go on my knees. My father added that I must call them Sir, of course only if no one else was around.
I got caged soon after that. I was only allowed to remove it for when I had to get naked in school, or I had to see a doctor. I think because of the cage my clit didn’t really grow. My brother’s dick is really big, while mine stayed small. They were identical when I got caged.
Since that day I have been serving my brother. We’re 24 now.
Needless to say, I was floored by this incredible story, all of which was corroborated later in an independent conversation with Alpha Christophe.
Speaking of Alpha Christophe, Dodo told me a bit more about him and their current situation. They live in France together with Alpha Christophe’s girlfriend who accepts his use of faggots. He also owns other faggots, and occasionally uses them with his brother, something Dodo finds “embarrassing.”
Their father currently lives in Canada, but still fucks Dodo whenever he visits them.
It was really the father’s role in this that intrigued me, and Dodo didn’t really have much insight into it (since he wasn’t at the fishing trip that preceded it all).
But my follow-up conversation with Alpha Christophe unearthed an amazing story in and of itself that will require its own post.
TOMORROW: Origins Of Alphahood: Alpha Father Shane
This thread follows the true story of Tom and Dennis, 16-year-old identical twins in Cambridge, England who have become Alpha/faggot sex partners. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
Disclaimer: I have always maintained a strict policy of avoiding questions and stories involving underage participants. However, the following story was so urgent and so important Hierarchically that I felt compelled to feature it despite my personal stance. Be warned that this true story involves minors engaged in very sexual situations.
FIRST CONTACT
I received a rather frantic message from a stranger a couple of nights ago. It was a 16-year-old boy named Tom. His opening paragraph was a doozy – his identical twin brother Dennis is an Alpha, and Dennis had forced him into a new role as personal cocksucker and faggot. As Tom was struggling with this new reality of daily face-fuckings, Dennis told his fag brother to start reading FagsWorshipAlphas.com in order to learn its true place in the Hierarchy as his faggot.
And that led Tom to write to me. While he understood that he was always naturally submissive to his twin brother, the throat fuckings were an unexpected and increasingly aggressive new twist to their sibling rivalry.
But the situation was threatening to take an even scarier turn: Dennis was intent on fucking Tom’s virgin hole. Tim was terrified of what he was sure was going to be a lot of pain.
Tom wanted to know if any of this is normal. I wasn’t sure how to answer that, since my only previous experiences with brothers involved twin brothers who owned faggots together (remember the Twin Alphas from 2018?). The idea that an Alpha brother would enslave his faggot twin and start using it sexually was brand-new territory for me.
I tried my best to talk Tom down from his panic. It was clear from our conversation that Tom was feeling fulfilled in a peculiar new way when his brother would use his throat and force him into submission, but I generally don’t like to advise people to enter into service relationships with family members. However, this particular situation seemed like it was barreling toward inevitability.
BREEDING
Any doubts disappeared when I began receiving messages from Dennis, the Alpha Twin. From his opening words it was clear that he was (a) totally straight, (b) extremely dominant, and (c) hell-bent on fucking and breeding his faggot brother and owning him.
“Faggot, when I get home I’m going to fuck (Tim) and breed him,” said Alpha Dennis in that determined tone he uses. And that’s exactly what happened, too. Alpha Dennis got home, forced his dick down Tim’s throat, then tossed him onto the bed and mounted him. When Dennis tried to enter his brother’s boy hole, Tim reflexively tried to scurry away. And Dennis grabbed his brother, pinned him down, and rammed his dick all the way in with one powerful thrust. Tim screamed from the initial pain, but soon Tim was “moaning like a bitch” according to Alpha Dennis. At one point Tim went to play with himself and Alpha Dennis slapped him and told him he was not allowed to play with himself.
Then Alpha Dennis pumped Tim’s new pussy full of cum, breeding it thoroughly. After finishing, Alpha Dennis pulled out, spun Tim around, and demanded to be cleaned off. Tim resisted, so Alpha Dennis slapped him hard and forced his dick into Tim’s mouth until Tim finished cleaning it.
With that accomplished and feeling full of newfound power, Alpha Dennis left his fag brother in a heap and went to fuck his girlfriend. Tim began texting in a wild panic, his whole life seemingly falling apart around him. There was some shame, yes, but he was also excited in a way he had never felt before. He said he wanted to masturbate, but he was told he couldn’t. I said, “you really need to go into chastity,” which upset Tim very much. It was like I was pushing for the total removal of his masculinity (which I am). But mainly I felt like chastity would help Tim avoid beatings by his Alpha brother over masturbation.
CUNTING
Later that night after finishing with his girlfriend, Alpha Dennis was grumbling to me about Tim touching his clit and having the audacity to play with himself in his presence. I mentioned chastity, and Alpha Dennis immediately agreed to that course. But he wondered if Tim would submit to that given that Tim seemed to be resisting each level of control placed on him.
“You really need to cunt him,” I mentioned.
“What’s that?” asked Alpha Dennis curiously. I was a bit surprised that this young Alpha, an avid reader of mine for at least a year or more, didn’t know about cunting. So I sent him this link of my primer on cunting. Then he disappeared.
What happened next is classic Alpha behavior. Early the next morning Alpha Dennis went into the bathroom to wash his hands while his brother was showering and caught the faggot playing with himself. In a rage, Alpha Dennis pounced on Tim in the shower and started violently fucking him. That’s when Tim felt a “pop” inside of him and he almost passed out.
Cunted!
Alpha Dennis was so proud that he texted me, “I cunted my first faggot!” Meanwhile, Tim was delirious with excitement after that first feeling of being cunted. Suddenly he was much more submissive and compliant. “Sam, that felt so good!” said Tim.
A bit later Alpha Dennis put Tim under his desk and made him suck his dick while he did homework. After a nice long blowjob, Alpha Dennis came down Tim’s throat.
But Tim had something else on his mind. “Will you cunt me again?” he asked. “Sure!” exclaimed Alpha Dennis, who then grabbed Tim by the hair, pulled him onto the bed, and started fucking him with a newfound ferocity.
And it happened again, only much more spectacularly. Alpha Dennis fully penetrated Tim’s second ring, causing Tim to collapse and involuntarily ejaculate. Said Alpha Dennis: “I could feel the faggot’s muscles gripping onto the head of my dick!”
And here was one interesting twist: Alpha Dennis said that he could feel Tim’s powerful and involuntary orgasm within his own body as if they are one connected being. “It’s a twin thing, but it was pretty awesome!” he said.
THE NEW ORDER
Alpha Dennis has now fully embraced his role as a natural-born Alpha, and Tim has accepted his true role as his brother’s personal faggot and cumdump.
“I think I like fucking faggot pussy better than regular pussy,” said Alpha Dennis. Then he considered the larger scope of the matter and said, “Nature intended it to be this way. My faggot brother always was inferior. Always.”
Speaking of Nature, Alpha Dennis also summed up the fundamental truth hidden within this Hierarchical arrangement. “I also think there’s a reason why cocks fit so perfectly into faggot pussy and why the prostate is at this place (in the male body),” he said matter-of-factly, “It’s natural.”
FINAL THOUGHTS
As I stated at the outset, I had my reservations about sharing this story or even advising them on what to do. On the other hand, I felt responsible for the situation (after all, it was my website that inspired Alpha Dennis) and it was going to happen regardless of what I did.
So I made a choice to break my rule and get involved.
And I’m so very glad I did. It’s clear that Alpha Dennis is an Apex Alpha (I will be writing a follow-up article about Alpha Dennis, because there is so much more to his story of Alphahood) who is at once powerful yet thoughtful, a young Man who can be blunt yet charmingly funny.
And in Tim I see myself, blindly stumbling through a new and alien landscape, yet feeling perfectly at home.
But the one thing this insane story teaches us is the fact that Hierarchy and the roles in it are aspects of our personalities with which we are born. Alpha Dennis had no choice but to become Alpha, yet his identical twin was destined to be a faggot. The faggot of his Alpha twin brother.
In these brothers we have two human males who literally share even the same genetic code, but they couldn’t be any more different. That’s because Nature makes the choices and moves the pieces into their proper places. Nature has written the song of our lives since the day we were born.
We only have to acknowledge it and be brave enough to sing it.
