Fucked senseless. Have you ever been fucked senseless? Wanting him to stop and praying he never will.

Senseless means a hung Bull has made you faggasm with his cock while fucking you. Faggsam?  Have you?  

Your body shaking uncontrollably as you’re being fucked and his man paw covers your mouth because your faggot moaning is staring to distract him. “Shut the fuck up faggot,” he whispers. Have you been slapped to bring you back to your place under him as his whore as he’s fucking you?

Have you been fucked so long and so hard for such a relentless time that the Bull male’s cock makes you cum without touching yourself. AND he keeps going and going, with no intention of stopping until HE cums. 

Have you ever been Fucked by a hung handsome hairy mature Alpha male’s thick Bull cock for so long that you wonder when he’s going to finally cum? Wanting him to cum “Pleeeaase Daddy, please cum…” so it will stop. 

You’re placed in multiple positions as he fucks through you. You’re a toy to him by this point. Have you been fucked by a relentless long lasting Bull for over 40 minutes and/or more? Pounded so you become delirious?

That’s right. The faggot breaking point. Where one human male animal is physically broken by another human male animal. Broken for life. The lesser fucked faggot Crawling back to an Alpha (any Alpha) for more; just to get that moment of sexual bliss back. 

Searching for faggot makers and male breakers like myself. Craving to both serve and be dominated; just to be close to and needed by a Real Man. 

One who can and will fuck you senseless.  “Pleeease Sir…”

Pathetic.

Just like this.

This is part of an ongoing column written entirely by The Hung Bull, a straight married Apex Alpha with a big heavy cock. I present this with all of the humility and gratitude a faggot can muster for a Man who so richly deserves it. I consider his experiences and Hierarchical writings to be essential reading. – sam the faggot

I got a birthday note from my girlfriend Andy, and it’s not even my birthday. It’s his. I really believe his years absorbing my DNA has changed him.  He is definitely my property.  My stable boy.  My seeded fuck-fag mattress.

Grandiosity is a psychological condition suffered by persons who think they are more than who they are. Reading this make me think I am more than who I am. In truth, I’m just an endowed 51 year old with a sex life journal. I’m no different from any other horn-dog healthy male out there.  This blog gives you a peak into our lives.  How cheating married guys think and fuck and grow.

Oh, and by the way, there is no way in hell that a woman would ever write to a man this way.  This is a full surrender of my sub Andy, to me. It made my cock hard.

From my faggot Andy:

Happy Birthday to me.

You didn’t know it was my birthday.  But I’m thankful for you because you’re my favorite present.  I was thinking about how long I’ve known you.  8 years.  I was 36 and working hard like a maniac when we first me.  You probably don’t remember how you’d calm me.

 I feel Iike Sex between a true bottom and a true top is a sacral act.  A male relationship depends both on the sameness (maleness) of both partners, as well as, and more importantly, our difference.  You are an extraordinary man, in every way.  I worship you.

Your magnet sexuality as a TOP is masculine: expanding, entering, exploring, conquering, reaching outside itself, penetrating, discovering. Filling.

My equally dominating sexuality as YOUR bottom is feminine although in my business world of Tech, I’m all man.  As YOUR bottom, you make me accommodating, drawing-in, opening, submitting, beckoning, receiving, being-discovered.  Filling me with man.

For you my Stud, I willingly sacrifice  my maleness by spreading my legs and allowing my Alpha, you, to penetrate me conquering me internally.  You’re breeding seed fills me, altering my mood for days.  I feel and smell you through your seed after you fuck me.  This receptivity, submission, accommodation is very feminine. But it is precisely *as a male* that i perform this feminine act for you.  I welcome your assault.

It is as a male and only as a male that I am able to give my maleness as an offering to YOU.  It is very free, even and very natural. Having given my entirely to YOU, I then receive from you YOUR own maleness, which moves inside me and ultimately releases inside of me.  Again, I feel you after you fuck me for days.  Your DNA reinforces me, making me stronger and, yes powerful.  I become yin and you  are yang; and we are two men united in a perfect union of masculinity and femininity.

Anal sex is key, because it is the most intimate act two men can share, as well as the most fitting way for a bottom to submit to his top, and for the top to dominate and fill his bottom. As a true man, your hairy muscular body is a sexual organ.  Your god-cock is my alter.  I’ll do anything for it, to touch and taste it.   I ride “Johnny” weekly when you’re not available to seed me.  That it even exits is astonishing and an acknowledgement of your simple Superiority.  

I’ve never known a man who tasted better.  I love your feet, the small clump of black hair on each toe.  I love your curly eyelashes; reminding me of your Roman Italian roots, my Stallion.  I love your full head of wavy greying hair; I can’t believe you’re in your 50s with so much hair.

My primary sexual organ is my anus/rectum.  Yours is your entire body, centered by your veiny cock.  You are, as always, clearly masculine, my dominant partner.  I appreciate it when you allow me to press your prostate however.  You know how convincing I can be.  I’m a successful gay man so I see you as my ultimate challenge. And nothing is sexier for me than sucking your perfect cock and balls while I have a full finger or two in your hairy ass as I press your prostate.  Your so masculine.  Moaning as I milk it; selfishly capturing the flowing precum.  So much cum.  It’s amazing.  You’re amazing.

Still, I understand that It is totally inappropriate for a bottom to try to command or control his top. Rather, a I should revere and submit to you, my man.  I constantly try to please you.  

I lost you once years ago, when I told you I loved you.  But then I saw you again at the gym, an understood my limited role if I was to touch you again.  I came back to YOU and I now appreciate your role in my life.  You are a Man.  I worship you from afar as you live your life with your family.

As you know, I love you.  And while I can’t have that part of you in my life, I will serve and worship you for as long as you allowed it.  You’re my addiction, and I have embraced you since I was 36.  

Today is my 44th birthday. You’ve witnessed my success. I’ve created a business, now I own homes and am more successful than I ever thought possible. And I thank YOU for being my steady rock. For calming me.  My release, Although I’ll never cum in your presence.  It’s too embarrassing, my male parts in your shadow. That you don’t even expect me to is always so hot.  And no other man has ever made me orgasm while being fucked.  No other man can do that.  is why I believe I’m connected to you.  

I hope you keep me under you in every way.  I’m thinking of you on my birthday because YOU are my greatest birthday present.

Yours always.

Andy.

Just like this.

This is part of an ongoing column written entirely by The Hung Bull, a straight married Apex Alpha with a big heavy cock. I present this with all of the humility and gratitude a faggot can muster for a Man who so richly deserves it. I consider his experiences and Hierarchical writings to be essential reading. – sam the faggot

July 30, 2021, SF

I’ve attended several HorseMarket adventures in San Francisco and I wanted to share my experience.  I love the primal nature of it: Stud Bulls, Stallions, Thoroughbreds, Young Bucks all fucking willing mares.  

I’m 51, sexually, confident, naturally muscular with a full hairy chest, 5’9, 190lbs, fit, with true Bull-cock 8×6.5 thick, with my own “stable” of bottoms in SF.  I’m all top.

I got there before 7 and there was already a line of Stallions, I was impressed by the diversity in age of the men.  I chatted up a handsome bearded guy from LA, about my age.  There were lots of younger guys as well.  The check-in was very precise.  Be sure you have your papers in order.  As always, the stable hands were great, and I think we gave them the show they expected.

After sign-in, I undressed with other Stallions; excitement in the air.  You’ll have the opportunity to get your junk photographed with your Stallion number.  Then, the Stallions were led into the stable.  Already, I heard the moans of mares.  You’ll hear that all night.  The wondrous sounds of guys fucking.  The mares were the center clusters around circular fuck areas, play benches, were available and padded tables on the back wall. 

I’ve ventured to the back of the room where I saw two young mares (late 20s early 30s bent) over a padded bench side by side. Asses up waiting patiently. I sat between the two young mares and whispered to the mare to my right, “Suck my cock”.  A young fit stud; lean, great ass, blond, in his 30s with a hairy chest.  He leaded over and took me into his warm mouth as his ass was exposed and ready for mounting.  He was a great cocksucker.  The cute mare to my right was now about to get mounted.  I leaned over and kissed him, describing the Stallion taking his man-cunt, “he’s mid-thirties, 5’8, 175ish, handsome about a 6 inch dick…”  The young mare was moaning as we kissed and he got fucked.  The mare between my legs became distracted as he also got his first mount. 

After 5 minutes or so, the Stallion on my left moved on giving me the opportunity to fuck the cute “fun-size” mare.  He was tiny, comparted to me; like a 30 inch waist and maybe 5’7.  Still bent over, I grabbed his waist, lubed my 8×6.5 inches, and slowly entered him, aware of my thickness entering such a small mare.  He took it like a champ.  “I’m thicker than your wrist…” I whispered, squeezing his wrist for emphasis.  Listening to him moan.  This mare was a prize.  The perfect size for this Stallion to dominate.  I told him to trust me, and I carefully guided him to a St. Andrews Cross station.  I pressed his chest onto the padding, stretched his arms out to hold the handles, spread his legs so his body matched the “X” of the cross, and mounted him again, standing, pressing my full weight into him.  So deep, I was lifting him to his toes with each thrust.  We were there for probably another 10 minutes.  Then, I moved him carefully to an available sling.  I fucked him and remember the moment I breached his second ring.  His moaning was so hot.  We had an audience I felt like I was now being selfish.  “Say ‘Thank you’”.  “Thank you, SIR”, fingered his mouth just before I moved on.  He remained on the sling for the rest of the night, getting fucked by virtually every Stallion in the stable.  I checked on him throughout the night, concerned.  But he was delirious and having a great time.  I moved on and rinsed my cock.

I came across a handsome mare standing nearby.  He was nervous, like he was about to leave.  Sculpted fit athletic body and a great ass.  Smooth, while silky skin.  My height, 170 lbs, early 40s.  I touched him and he jumped.  “Shhhhh”.  I touched his chest, ass and body, and inspected him like he was an object.  Kissing him deeply, I felt him melt in my arms.  My hand pressed down on his shoulder and he knew what to do and made me granite hard.  “Fuuck, Sir…”. I remember thinking this guy knew how to throat a big dick.  The blowjob was slow and amazing.  I leaned against the brick wall and observed the room.  Masculine bodies in full fuck everywhere.  I eventually helped him stand, and found him a spot on the padded fuck bench where he joined 4 other mares.  My hands held his ankles, positioning his beautiful ass in place as I cunted him.  We were connected.  I don’t know how long I fucked him.  Probably for too long, and again I was being selfish.  But he was such a prize.  I almost came, and would have been happy if I did, he was that good, but I also wanted to play and fuck more men.  We kissed, and he thanked me.  I remember him being led out of the room by two stable-hands. What a great ass.  I don’t think I saw him come back.  I was now almost an hour into the market, fucked two mares and 3 mouth-holes.

To my left was a small fit hungry bottom. Again, I love fucking smaller men.  We made out for a while. The padded bench area opened just a bit for us I kicked-back and he worshiped my cock and Bull-nutts.  A second lonely mare close by leaned in and kissed me.  I guided him to my pits & chest, which he greedily licked.  HorseMarket mares understand their role is pleasure and service, which I love.  

Soon, I positioned my mare with his chest on the bench.  The other mare was now getting fucked.  We fucked in that position for a while.  So tight.  We had an audience and as soon as I pulled out, I stepped aside for another.  I told him I’d find him again.  “Yes, please”.  I didn’t fuck him again, although I saw he was used throughout the night.

I went and washed off my dick again, and took it all in.  If you’re a mare, you should know that there are lots of Stallions watching and waiting for mares to become available; Stallions are getting sucked, fucking, and using mares just as you’d expect.  At this HorseMarket, I’d say there were 2-3 Stallions for every mare.  

Walking back, hoping to make it to the main area, I found an offer I couldn’t refuse.  A handsome mare on a sling.  He was gently being fingered by a small lean Stallion.  I flopped my dick on his shoulder and he leaned in.  “Suck my cock…”.  Soon my fat hog was granite hard.  The other Stallion smiled and stepped aside.  (Not all Stallions who attend are there to mount.  Many attend to watch and to also tend to mares.)  I mounted him and soon “clang, clang, clang…”.  I was able to hook the heals of my boots to the sling base, and grabbing the bars above him, I pressed my full cock deep into him and let him ride me, pressing deep on my phallus as he swayed and did all the work.  He was a beautiful otter of a man with olive skin.  Moaning like a whore, I felt myself breech his second ring deep in his cunt, causing his body to shutter in a deep man-gasm.  He explored my hairy chest and hard abs with his hands and was so loud.  “clang, clang, clang…”  I don’t know how long we fucked, but now 3-4 Stallions were watching.  The Stallion next to me and I took turns, swapping mare cunt.  He was built in his 30s and equally hung.  Two Stallions, and one grateful mare.  Too close again, so I pulled out wanting to save my load. 

Now I’m in hour 2.  I washed off again and walked back to visit the first mare I fucked on the sling.  He was delirious.  There was a group of 4 Stallions who were enjoying him. His hands, mouth and cunt, all full.  “Clang, clang, clang, clang…”  I sat on the bench nearby and watched a man in his early 40s take over and rut into him like a Bull Stallion trying to inseminate his mare.  It was a porn quality scene, what is more amazing than to watch a beautiful man, unload.  His body shuttering, pumping his essence deep.  The brutality of it.  Primal.  He pulled out and staggered back, leaning against the padded bench to catch his breath.

The back area was close to where the mares were resting.  Eventually, a Stable-hand was walking back in a beautiful specimen.  This mare was 30s, 6ft, 200bls, athletic and very fit, and very hung.  I caught the Stable-hand’s attention, and he brought me my pony.  “Who’s your Daddy?” And soon he was on his knees.  I kicked back and watched another Bull Stallion fuck the mare on the sling.  What I’ll never forget about this guy is the sway of this Stallion’s low-hanging nutts as he slowly fucked.  It was I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that.  

I could hear the mare sucking my dick moaning.  I hadn’t shot my load so it was time to focus.  I was starting to regret not flooding the first two mares I fucked; who were both incredible bottoms.  I told him to trust me and lead my athletic mare to a protected space on the floor, away from the scene.  I laid back on the cold concrete, he kneeled between my legs and continued his worship.  Eventually, he climbed on top and rode my dick.  The two of us on the concrete floor.  Watching his beautiful masculine body riding me was amazing.  A perfectly sculpted human male mare.  With his fat cock flopping on my abs.  His hands explored my chest, he leaned in and kissed me occasionally, but this mare was sooo deep in his head, the sounds, the lack of sight.  His fantasy was being fulfilled; and so was mine.  He embraced the full experience while riding me.  Again, an audience.  And unfortunately, one Stallion distracted him by trying to get his cock sucked.  My mare leaned in for protection.  I rolled him over and started fucking him missionary.  Another Stallion reached in and held his ankles back so it was a bit easier.  Missionary on a concrete floor kinda killed the buzz for us.  So I thanked him.  I helped him back to the center of the space, to a pad, and told him “You’ll get a lot of play here.”  He became very popular.

Well into my second hour, it became kinda a blur.  I fucked hole after throat after cunt in the center padded fucking area.  I grew overstimulated.  Then, I came across a fit hairy mare, in his 30s, I think I fucked him earlier because he remembered by cock and body.  His perfect ass up and waiting for his Bull mount.  A handsome masculine guy, just my type.  He quickly had me rock hard with his mouth and hands.  “Thank you Sir”.  I guided my thick 8 inches into him, his ass.  His man-cunt was warm and lubed and I fucked him senseless for sooo long.  Just standing there, rutting him.  I was shacking the bench, fucking him.  Steady.  Observers.  A stallion kissed me and twisted my nipples as I fucked my lucky mare.  His moans, Mmmm.  But eventually, it was just us.  Two Real Men fucking.  And I shot a huge load.  He moaned feeling me unload my essence deep into his gut, reaching under and tugging my Bull Nutts.  So much cum.  He was almost too exhausted to reach around: “Thanks, Stud”.

That was it.  I was spent and the evening was not over.  I now regret not staying longer because the room was still full of fucking, but it had been over 2 hours, and my chrome cock-ring was slipping off my flaccid spent overstimulated cock.  Next time, I’m closing the place down.

According to my Fitbit, I was there for 2:15 hours, and my high heart rate peak was at 175, and I burned 1500 calories.  Fuck, what an experience.  By the time I left, things were slowing down.  The visuals, the sounds, the flesh.  It was amazing.  I’m grateful to the HorseMarket organizers for making this fantasy play a reality.

It is with a very heavy heart that I bring devastating news. 

Many Tumblr readers (especially any who follow me on social media) know of Master @natural-hung-bull, the great Apex Alpha writer whose blog was trashed by Tumblr recently. 

Well, last week Master’s dear sister died of COVID. 

As a tireless warrior against the current administration (and its incompetent/criminal mismanagement of COVID), you can only imagine the extraordinary anguish Master is suffering through right now.

I know many of you discovered your purpose through his blunt-force words and power. He’s been invaluable to me as I’ve expanded my understanding of Hierarchy over the years. Simply put, he is one of the greatest Alphas you’re ever likely to meet online. 

Please keep him in your thoughts as he works through this.

– sam the faggot

The luxury of entitlement.

An Alpha Bull performs and works all day. A fag serves because not only is being a tool for service a part of his natural role in life, but because pleasuring his Superior is his destiny.

Just like this.

I have a very active sexual imagination.  And I don’t know why I think I’m so special; because I’ve come to understand over time that most men think of sex constantly.  From the Alpha males on down to the slaves.  We all want sex.  It really is, all in the delivery.  And you may be astonished to learn that women also crave sex, just not as often.

Which brings me to this, a faggot dreaming of me and my cock.  When faggots tell me they dream about me, I believe them and it makes me hard.

From the beta flock:

I thought about your cock all night. I had a dream about it. I was leaving my apartment and I forgot to get something. I walked back in and you were standing inside with your cock out n hard. I had to beg you to let me inside. But you wanted more than just begging. There was a ceremony where I commited myself to you n your cock. No like marraige but like one of those promise ceremonies, where I promis to worship your cock and only your cock. I then had to swallow your cock infront of a bunch of Alphas to show I was claimed. Swallowing all your cum my face covered in it. I woke up and had to massage the tip of my clit until i came like a fag. Thank you for that powerful dream Sir.

Just like this.

Making you nervous. I can always tell when I’m in the presence of a fag; mainly by how I make him nervous. I caught a police officer checking me out today while in line at the atm. I totally caught his eyes staring hard at my crotch. “Nice day…” I say w a nod, giving hime the opportunity to recover. He was in his 30s handsome and fit; masked.

The hung Alpha male. Is always naturally muscular. Usually hairy with a Hard body. He smells good. He looks good. It taste good. He becomes engorged.

God help the manwife who’ll have to take this 8 x 7“ the base trophy cock after work before I head home to the wife and kids. 5 1/2 inches long soft. Mmm, those were the days.

Embarrassing this officer made my day. Hairy versus smooth. Hard versus soft. Muscular versus flexible.

Nature’s brilliance.

Just like this.

The destruction of the blog Natural-Hung-Bull by Tumblr crushed the hearts of many faggots and even some Alphas. The writer, a straight married Alpha owner of faggots known as “The Bull”, was a towering and almost legendary presence among those who accept Hierarchy.

This site managed to squirrel away some of his incredible writing before the sudden obliteration of his Tumblr blog. It is my hope he will begin to write here as an Apex Alpha voice and viewpoint … but if he doesn’t, then this remains as a memorial to him.

Please feel free to comment below and discuss how this greatest of Men changed your life with his words and/or his giant cock.

Yours faithfully,

sam the faggot

I received a lot of questions about the status of straight Alpha god Natural-Hung-Bull from Tumblr. It seems he was deleted due to complaints from Trumptard snowflakes about his scathing attacks on the criminal in the White House.

(EDIT: Now I’ve been terminated, too, despite not doing anything offensive!)

Shame on Tumblr for silencing such a unique and powerful voice in the Alpha community!

For now, you can find him on BDSMLR by CLICKING HERE.

That site is really awkward and messy (especially the backend), which is why I’m encouraging him to continue his writing here. He is an unforgettable teacher for both Alphas and faggots, and he has been a blinding light of truth in the community for years. It would be an honor to craft a place here (like a mini blog) for his incredible writing.

My other idea would be to create a site for him on my server so that it would be safe and uncensored forever.

The truth will not be silenced or extinguished on my watch. I will fight for that truth and for my Masters with every last breath, believe me.

This is not the end. It’s a beginning.

Just like this.

#servethebull

It seems that the greatest Alpha voice on Tumblr has finally been silenced. Natural-Hung-Bull is no more. 

We instantly connected when I arrived on Tumblr over five years ago. He was everything I am not – a Man, an Alpha, well-hung, wildly successful in the business world, and the keeper of a well-balanced, varied, and robust sex life. I didn’t deserve to ever get to speak to an Apex Alpha like him, but instead he shared things with me that I will always cherish.

I always had this nagging instinct to create a site on my server and pull his Tumblr site onto it in order to rescue all of those glorious tone poems to Alpha Male sexuality, but NHB always seemed to treat his writing there as transitory and even disposable.

That’s a strange way to look at a work of sexual and Hierarchical art that changed the lives of so many. 

Over the years I have managed to grab some choice gems from his Tumblr and copy/paste them onto fagsworshipalphas.com. They are under the Natural-Hung-Bull category on the site. I hold it there as a flickering flame of truth.

I will miss you forever, my glorious Master. Nobody can replace the massive 8.5″ hole you’ve left on Tumblr, in our pussies, and in our hearts.

– sam the faggot 

The following is a recreation of a post by straight Apex Alpha Natural-Hung-Bull from Tumblr.

What is your purpose faggot? What is your purpose. Is it to be taken advantage of my an “Alpha” Male? No, I don’t think so. Don’t complain to me about being taken advantage of. Demanding yes, but Superior Males never exploit. You control how you serve. You chose. And when you feel the NATURAL pull to service, you find your purpose.

Submission is power. This power is held by a faggot. The power to consent, fully. Your relinquishment of your masculinity is your choice. And from my perspective, that is so hot. To find a confident sub who knows his place.

Is this your purpose faggot? To please him in any way imaginable. To make his life better? To taste him. To lick his delicious sweat. Smell him and lick the lowly part of the sole of his feet. Just to hear him say “mmm, feels good faggot. You serve him. Tribute him, knowing that your give is service make his life easier and that gives you purpose.

Or is your purpose to do his rank laundry. To fill your faggot lungs with the scent of a real man. So enthralled by his scent, you get drunk on him. “Thanks fag” is all you get. Almost as satisfying as folding his jockstap for him, knowing the cloth will soon cup his balls.

Or is this your purpose. To kneel and serve a beautiful married cock any way he wants. Hearing him moan. “That’s right faggot, suck that fat cock…”. Waiting for his cum to fill you, and replenish your masculine deficit. Kneeling to satisfy your thirst for the human male animal.

Or is this your purpose. Being HIS pet. HIS man wife. Serving him and making him happy by taking the backseat in everything. Making HIS life better at your expense. “Such a good Princess, faggot…”. You submit and give yourself because he is a man. You are not. He keeps your secret.

Or is this your purpose. A tongue , mouth, hole, cum receptical. A urinal. Craving to drink a man’s piss just because. Just because. A man’s waste becomes a faggot’s nurishment. “Thank you Sir” you manage to say as you gulp him down.

Or is this your purpose. To hover close to a Real Man. Straight. Naturally masculine with curly black hair. A Soccer Dad. A father, a husband, your boss, your doctor, your Captain. An Alpha male. You know it when you see it. You shower him gifts. Your choice and you do this Because you want to make his life better, hoping he will acknowledge you for just one second. Hoping for a whiff of his scent.

Or is this your purpose. To be his afternoon delight. Available as a fuck buddy when he calls. Happy to drop to your knees after you get his call. Service with a smile for a handsome man with a cock full of cum.

Or is this your purpose. To open for him. Feel the pain he selfishly inflicts. Just for the opportunity to glimpse deep into his eyes, the man’s soul as he fucks you. Mentally Diving into him during this vulnerable moment as he physically dives into you. Pain and pleasure. Feeling him fuck you, is that your purpose?

Or is your purpose to be his whore. Because every man need a whore.

Just like this.

I am saving this magnificent story by Natural-Hung-Bull for posterity.

“It’ll be amazing…”. He convinces you. It’s time, his eyes tell you. You’re going to lose your virginity during your sophomore year to a graduating senior.

If you’re a woman or a bottom, your first time will hurt. Nature. Women tear their hymen the first time they are penetrated by a man. And tight young bottoms in college and of age also feel pain and even bleed when penetrated for the first time, especially if it’s a big dick.

“That’s it. Breathe…”

Pain. I’ve caused it for both sexes, that first time. I’m patient and appreciate the gift of taking the flower. Sweet, bloody cherry.

“….I’ll go slow. Relax…”.

But I think for a male, the pain associated with being entered by another man is also psychological, going with his natural desire while going against everything he’s been taught about being a “Man”. An “unnatural” act that couldn’t be more natural.

“… I’m almost in…Now push back…”

But that first time, punishing pain. Being a Man, sex is pleasurable. Entering a tight hole is as pleasurable as entering a tight cunt. Giving birth is painful for the female; making life is pleasurable for the man. Fucking a fag is both painful and pleasurable for the fag; but pure pleasure for the man.

“…that’s it. Shhhh. Feel that? Shhh. I’m in. As slow as you want…”

There is no pain for me, unless my 8 inch tool inflicts it. Nature’s cruel realities for men who spread for their Superior Males.

Just like this.

I’m not an Alpha, nor am I a Man. I was born to serve them, not fully understand them.

But legendary Apex Alpha Natural-Hung-Bull from Tumblr is most definitely an Alpha, and an exquisite Man. He is the type of Man from whom any Alpha can learn much.

Here is a delicious piece of advice he gave recently:

I wish I could help young men understand how amazing you are, right now, at this stage of your life. Many seek perfection, not knowing you are already perfect in every way. Yes, keep that 33 waist for a lifetime. That should be your marker.

I wear 501s only. Always have.

You, pick a brand and if those fuckers get a little too tight, do something about it. In my 20s I had a 32 waist, now I’m a 33-34. And that’s fine w me.

Look at yourself. Accept yourself. Find your confidence. Because confidence “sells”.

A Real Male is a male human animal who has found acceptance. When you accept yourself, nature will back your confidence. Expect to make mistakes. Lots of them. Learn and grow. Be kind. People will see that. You choose your path and don’t look back.

Just like this.

My Tumblr Master, the great mature Alpha Natural-Hung-Bull, received the following experience from one of his faggot readers.

I reproduce it so that Men will learn how their confidence and their scent can subdue and enslave any faggot.

I was 22, just came out. He was this gorgeous guy in a bar and we started chatting and I was hypnotized by how hot he was and how nice he seemed. He started to leave the bar and I followed, taking a chance, when he pulled me into an alley, reached into his jeans, and held his hand over my nose to get a hit of his cock and balls smell.

It drove me CRAZY, I was moaning and begging, so he took me in the alley and I got to worship him right there, sucking his hard dick. He came pretty quick all over my face, I had never been more turned on.

After that, he said we were going to his dorm for the night. As soon as we got there he kicked out his roommate and pushed me over the bed.

He fucked me so good and I was making so much noise I don’t know how we didn’t get in trouble. When he finished cumming in me he threw my clothes at me and kicked me out. I think about it all the time.

One of the greatest Alpha Bulls alive today is Tumblr’s legendary @Natural-Hung-Bull. I have waxed poetic multiple times over this incredible straight Man. Countless words of praise have showered upon him by grateful faggots around the world, either ones who have been conquered by him and the rest of us hoping for a chance.

My hairy Alpha Bull showed a little kindness to me two days ago and sent me the following photographs of his monster cock. This is a tool that has bred many women, produced Alpha sons, and cunted unknown numbers of faggots. It has even been made into a dildo!

Gaze upon its magnificence!

It’s very easy to get frustrated with the forces that seem to be constantly aligned against me both in and out of the community. I get it – I’m a faggot, which is not exactly an enviable Hierarchical position, and I’m articulate enough to attract attention to some less-than-mainstream ideas. I expect pushback from establishment platforms like Tumblr (cancelled again today) and Twitter. But when I get it from so-called Alphas who act like bitchy faggots, or faggots who act like nosy housewives, then it really becomes too much.

What none of these petty, insignificant people and organizations fail to realize is that I have a large network of support across the internet. Alphas and faggots around the world who get what I’m saying is the truth. My words have been a siren song to them. They hear my song and feel the truth of it deep in their bones, just as I hear their cries for help.

And we rally the wagons. Today I received exquisite support from two beautiful sources. I’m going to share both of them with you.

First of all, my Alpha God @natural-hung-bull rose up in defense of me on Tumblr. It’s pretty clear that some insecure and hateful remnants of the dying community on that platform were instrumental in getting my last Tumblr site pulled down. Here’s what the Great Protector Alpha wrote:

Who is the asshole who keeps sabotaging @fagsworshipalphas? Fucking cunt.

Sam the faggot provides a crucial role in the world of “faggotry” a word he termed. He helped me, for example understand that there is a hierarchy in nature as it relates to faggots: that Alpha Males and men use beta males and faggots routinely. And that there are “faggots” that glorious segment of gay bottoms who live to serve men, like me. I am forever in his debt.

Equally important, he helps faggots find their way. Guides them so that eventually, they submit on their knees before Superior Males. He helps them to understand themselves for what they are. And learn how to discovery their true self. That they are an object. They exist to serve. His advice has led to the service of thousands of men like me. Literally. I’m sure of it.

He speaks his mind. Clearly. And I suppose he’s pissed some princess off who desperately reaches for the truly (meaningless) title of “Alpha Male”. If you’re so fragile that a faggot like Sam is able to upset you, you are no “Alpha”.

You can’t keep a good man down. That also applies to you faggots.

How on Earth could I be deflated or defeated at all when I figuratively have the strong, hairy MAN ARMS of this incredible wrapped around me? I LAUGH in their faces!

After this boost, I received a message that another patron signed up to support this site and my work here. But what really touched me was the following note that a reader named Mario sent me:

Hello Sam!

Your podcasts about yourself (26.5) and your amazing statements about rape (27) have been the most impressive examples of two sides of your true spirit – from deep thankfulness about the magic of life to a raging stand-up for your beliefs. Working in media myself, let me tell you: YOU do everything right – naturally – partly by coincidence even, because it just is “you” that way – and partly very smartly strategically – all mixed up with the “fight for faggot teaching and support”! So in these Corona times financial issues suddenly become unexpectedly relevant again for many people’s existence – but if I can help to keep this website costs a little lower, it’s my pleasure now! THANKS for doing, what – indeed – no-one else is doing online the way you do it!

Mario

What an extraordinary gift that letter proved to be today! I thank Mario (wherever you are) for this refreshing drink of water at just the right time!

The people spending their time trying to derail my efforts or recast them in an ugly light will fail. I have a world full of support, and on darker days like today they all lock arms and catch me.

But most crucially, I have a fire inside of me brighter and more powerful than any hate that could ever be thrown at me. Do you really think a faggot like me that fought against THE WORLD to rescue my Baby Boy, a faggot that stared cancer in the fucking eye and won – do you really think I’m going to get scared or give up or even stop for one second?

If you think I will, you are wrong. Go read those gifts I received today again. I am rejuvenated, not defeated.

Not ever defeated.

sam the faggot

What is it about muscular, hairy, well-hung Alpha Bulls that turn faggots into melted butter? Is it their indomitable power? Is it their thickness, their weight, the way they fill every space in every room?

I’ve long been obsessed with the greatest Bull on Earth, the incomparable @Natural-Hung-Bull on Tumblr (Happy Birthday, Master!). Now I have found a younger version of my great Alpha God in a wrestler/Beast named Bull Barrett (@bullybarrett).

Gaze upon his magnificence:

This was posted by Natural-Hung-Bull on Tumblr. Reposted here for posterity.

From the beta flock :

I once served a straight Dom man who was the nicest guy in the world. So kind and sweet, and he said, “Give me a kiss” and I leaned in to kiss his mouth, and he laughed and said. “Oh, no. That’s my mouth hole. That’s where I kiss women. There’s only one hole I kiss faggots with.” And he lowered his pants.

“Faggots like you kiss my asshole.” He said it so plainly, so matter-of-factly. I got down on my knees and rimmed him for a good twenty minutes, just slobbering away. When I stood up he said,” That’s how a Real Man and a faggot make out.”

Fantastic. Sounds appropriate and about right, although traditional (vs appropriate) making out w a faggot is the best way to completely subdue any remnants of his masculinity before using it.

This was published by @natural-hung-bull on Tumblr. One of his faggot readers sent in its experience with a hung Alpha. I felt it was significant enough to be memorialized. Thanks to this faggot for recording this encounter!

The truthful words of a faggot cunted by his first 8 + inch thick cock. This describes perfectly how a hung mature Male Bull Animal like me can destroy a bottom, and create a faggot for life with just one fuck.

What’s it like; getting fucked by a hung Bull? Just like this.

From the beta flock:

If you’re hung and a top, you know this experience is authentic. The way the faggot’s body literally begins to shutter and you as you’re fucking for say more than 20 minutes. How a man will eventually cum like a woman when being fucked by a hung Alpha. Your cock head now having a obliterated his second ring. How long strokes makes the faggot’s leak out their load. Or even shoot as they are being fucked. How face to face, he inhaled me and i calm him; as I inhale his masculinity and breath into my lungs and body, watching carefully as I hurt and pleasure him as I fuck. Destroying him. Owning him.

How after a marathon fuck like say, 30-40 minutes, the faggot becomes limp, and limber. Now a vessel for a Real Man to use. “I will exhaust you” I tell my faggots. The Alpha absorbing his strength; Making me stronger. He becomes weaker with each thrust. And after i cum, like 30 minutes later, he is left like a puddle of a man. Nothing left, I have fucked everything out of him. And inhaled his masculinity. His strength.

This is reblogged from the great Tumblr Alpha @natural-hung-bull.

Cunted.

It’s not just the reality that you’ve been cunted, feeling his huge thick god cock pound into you, you’re now numbed to the pain of his 8×6.5 inch meat, but you’ve entered you fag space. “When will it end…” is one thought; “God I don’t want this to end..” is another. Your body is now his faggot mattress as he pounds on you. You hear and feel I’d heavy balls slap on your cunt. You are a woman, but not quite. And you are not a man.

But he is. Now fucking you. Inhaling your breath. Consuming your dignity and anyvlast semblance of masculinity with each thrust.

And soon, his power will flood your cunt. His essence will feel warm deep inside when you first feel his cum. His rut will intensify by instinct; this his how the male body inseminates and creates. And soon, you will be oncome by his man hormones.

Feed on him. The Alpha’s precious fertile generous gift of life. The essence produced by a Real Man. Your faggot fuel. Nature’s organic natural sedative and perfect elixir for the faggot mind. Calms you. Tastes delicious. Warms your hole and body. Lifts your spirts while taking your worries away. And the best part, the Human Bull male has an endless supply.

Just like this

When Men discover and comprehend the great power Nature bestowed upon them, a choice must be made. It’s a difficult choice, one that should involve sober reflection and consideration. It all hinges on a deeply personal question:

How should a Man use his power?

We live in a world where so many Men use their power for terrible things; shocking acts of violence, greed, hatred, and terror. They lash out in hideous ways against the innocent and weak simply because they can. 

These types of Alphas (if they can properly even be called such) are what Sir Titus once called “destroyer Alphas.” These are Alphas who employ their strength and Hierarchical status to intimidate, harass, bully, crush, and harm those defenseless inferiors cowering in terror around them. 

The BDSM fetish community is rife with destroyer Alphas. These sadists relish the pain they inflict on the faggots and females they enslave. They like the breakdown of the human spirit, the inhuman cries of their afflicted victims, and the physical marks their form of domination leaves on the bodies of lesser humans. 

Many Alphas begin their Alphahood as destroyer Alphas. It’s the nature of young Manhood, sowing their oats and testing the limits of their powers. They often move in packs at that stage, pushing each other to deeper and darker depths of depravity. They use people at will, reveling in the easy submission of the weak and helpless. They bask in the worship and respect their aggressive dominance commands. 

But after this early stage of Alpha development, the cream separates from the milk, and a new class of Alpha emerges – Protector Alphas. These are Alphas whose inherent sense of goodness, fairness, and duty override the base instincts powering destroyer Alpha tendencies. 

Protector Alphas are real-life superheroes.

They gladly accept the worship and submissive service of those faggots and females they own, but each one in their care feels safe and appreciated. A Protector Alpha seeks to stabilize and support those serving Him even during the deepest moments of submission. 

A Protector Alpha will look across a road, see an injustice, and move to act. A Protector Alpha is the first one running into a burning building, or assisting the elderly, or stopping cruel acts against minorities and the weak. They take up the cause of righteousness in their strong arms and carry it to completion.  

When I say that Alphas are gods, I’m specifically talking about these Protector Alphas. Protector Alphas are the very best a Man can be, the purest distillation of Masculinity.

I have largely served Protector Alphas in my life. I credit this long time serving Protector Alphas with some of my sense of self-worth despite being a faggot. These great Men used me thoroughly, of course, but they always took time to reassure me that I was valuable property or provide aftercare when things got rough. Even just a “good boy” from a Protector Alpha makes a world of difference to a faggot.

For the longest time on this blog I couldn’t find many examples of Protector Alphas, because sites in this community typically favor destroyer Alphas. There were some standout examples, though – @natural-hung-bull, @straightalphamike, @firstamongmen, @alphaexploits, @alpha-dade, @thealphatank​ – but they were hard to find.

But recently I have uncovered some spectacular Protector Alphas out in the wild. The best examples are Master Nick and Master Nikola, the straight gods in Toronto who own four live-in faggots. Yes, they use their faggots thoroughly. However, their faggots all know their service is appreciated and they have the protection of their owners at all times. These two Protector Alphas paid large sums of money to rescue their faggot Lee from the homophobia of his father. Master Nick recently rescued his faggot Yul from a homophobic attack on campus.  

Master Nick and Master Nikola are two of the greatest Protector Alphas I’ve ever known. The example of their lives should inspire other Alphas to raise their game and become better than the base instincts of ordinary Men.

Then, of course, are the examples of two more Protector Alphas I’ve featured here recently – Sir Rob and his teen Alpha son Master Kyle. My Master Sir Rob used his outstanding wisdom and respect for the masculine institution of Alphahood to seek out faggots in order to train his son properly. Every time I speak with Sir Rob, a shiver ripples through my body just from his words and how he expresses his deep knowledge of Alphahood and his own power. He is magical. The faggots who serve him will never fear or be left feeling like a discarded cumrag.

But it’s Master Kyle that is a real jewel currently being carved from the rock Alpha Manhood. I recently mentioned to Sir Rob that his son was still in the “destroyer” phase of his Alphahood, and while he didn’t disagree (after all, Master Kyle is currently leveling cities with his rut like some sort of big-dicked Godzilla), he cautioned that Master Kyle’s age likely had something to do with it. He sees great promise in his son, and I do as well.

To that end, I want to relate a story Master Kyle shared with me:

When I was younger, in my first year of high school, there was this kid in my grade at school. He was your stereotypical “gay kid” you know. Very girly, but very shy. I was not very close with him but I knew him. He was very sweet, a very good guy. But he always had this group of three boys, always on him, laughing of him, sometimes beating him up. One day, they made him cry outside, because they were laughing of him and his mother. ( His mother was sick and had no hair) That was too much for me. I confronted the guys, and as always I ended up in a fight. I beat up the leader and another before a teacher could arrive and separate us. I got detention. At the end of my detention, the gay kid was waiting for me. He thanked me and hugged me. They never bothered him again. Every time I saw him at school, he’d always say hi and give me a warm smile.He finally moved to another state. I remember that today and realized that it was my alphahood speaking again, telling me how to act. Even when I didn’t know, it was there, deep in me.

Then Master Kyle added this:

I always had this feeling in my stomach whenever I saw something not right or an injustice. Was it my alphahood speaking?

Indeed, it was, and speaking loud and clear!

Protector Alphas like these four Men are simply the greatest beings on the earth. They are the reasons why faggots submit their lives to serve them, why we gladly debase ourselves to satisfy their every whim and desire. These are the gods worthy of worship and praise, worthy of any sacrifice or pain in their service. 

These four Men specifically have humbled me so deeply that I have decided to finally go into chastity for the very first time. To honor their greatness. To acknowledge their vast superiority over not only me, but also over all of those destroyer Alphas pretending to take their thrones. 

By locking up my useless clit, I salute these greatest Alphas and their Manhood. What an honor it is to serve Protector Alphas! 

To the destroyer Alphas out there, look at these examples and learn to use your power for good, not evil!

To all Protector Alphas, I say THANK YOU for being the true Kings of the Earth! 

The following is reproduced in part with the permission of my Master @Natural-Hung-Bull of Twitter fame.

Natural-Hung-Bull is a straight Man. He’s spent a lifetime fucking legions of females. He’s a father and husband.

It’s very likely that early in his life he wanted nothing to do with faggots in a sexual way. But in his thirties he discovered the wonders of faggot worship and service, and he became a believer. It didn’t change the intrinsic sexual animal within him, just merely ENHANCED it. New banquets of hedonistic pleasure were laid out before him to satisfy his ravenous appetites.

And believe me, he has feasted. But like any true and thoughtful Alpha, he has taken these experiences into his heart and allowed them to refine the Man within. He has discovered wonderful pearls of truth about the Male Hierarchy, the needs of submissive males and faggots, and his role in all of this.

He shared with me one of his latest “a-ha” moments he gained while using a submissive:

On Friday, I wrote about this. But I can’t post the picture. A younger man approaches me. Early 30s. he’s really close. We make out. Naked. And he just rubs his body against mine. I’m hard he’s hard. Intimately, just standing there. My hands all over his body. His hands all over mine. I could feel my hair on his smooth body. My tongue deep down his throat. He’s moaning. Now focused on my hairy forearms and grinding and I feel the splash has hot cum between us. As we were standing there. He came kissing me. So awesome. It’s making me hard right now, that intimate memory. He was dizzy and shyly giggled and thanked me. Amazing. He’s a good friend of my LA sub Joshua who wrote to me today: “I’m going to have Joshua set you up with a repeat.” Josh sets up fags for me to fuck so he can watch …

For a straight Man, such a moment of involuntary ecstasy is eye-opening indeed. With women, it’s not always obvious how she’s really feeling in the moment. But with a male, it cannot be hidden – the cumshot gives it away.

And the fact that this involuntary ecstasy came from merely kissing him is another level of intimacy entirely.

How can a straight Man take this other than as a blatant endorsement of his sexual power? Discovering this kind of inborn power is revelatory, which is why he called it “amazing.”

Without first opening himself up to the use of faggots and sub males, Natural-Hung-Bull might never have learned these intimate truths about human sexuality and his own power as one of our Kings.