This post is part of a thread following a faggot in California named Danny who slowly discovered his faghood and has begun serving a straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

I really wish more people appreciated the great courage of true faggots who make themselves available for service (even at great risk to themselves) and then do whatever it takes to deeply submit to their Alphas. Nothing about being a faggot is easy. From the search, to the submission, to the day-to-day requirements of service … Everything is surrendered to fulfill this compulsion baked into the DNA of every faggot.

Unlike many stupid Alphas who call faggots “worthless” or “stupid”, I instead celebrate my faggot brothers who bravely follow their hearts and debase themselves completely for the sake of serving a Man. I have found great fulfillment in my life from doing that, and these other outstanding faggots are discovering the same thing.

One such example to be celebrated is a 27-year-old faggot from California named Danny. He has come a long way over those years, suffering some trauma, while coming to accept his undeniable faghood. He was kind enough to share his incredible story of finally finding a true straight Alpha to serve.

I’ve been following your site for a while, and wanted to share with you my journey to becoming a fag.

I’ve always been socially submissive, and I’ve always known that I have a thing for dominant, confident men. I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, and as a kid I always hung out with older, rougher boys. I wanted to impress them. At the time I thought that I wanted to be like them, though looking back I think even then I knew that I wanted something different to that.

I’ve never wanted a boyfriend and until fairly recently have lived as a straight man. But since high school I’ve looked at guys and wondered what it would be like to be with them. And I’ve often found myself deferring to guys that I admire.

It wasn’t until I was at college that anything happened sexually with guys. I had three roommates, and we had only been living together for a few weeks. We barely knew each other really. One evening we got high, we talked about sex, we watched porn, one thing led to another, and it ended up become intensely sexual. It’s hard to say who actually led it. It was as if it was in the air, and it was inevitable. I think one of the guys was gay, and he was pushing for it to happen, but I was entirely willing. I allowed myself to be talked into it. It was a rush. It felt taboo but it felt safe. The other guys were constantly asserting their heterosexuality, and the whole thing felt like it wasn’t really that big of a deal. But I was acutely aware that I was the one who was being the most submissive. And as things progressed I was performing oral, while the other gradually just watched. I ended up giving head to the three of them.

After, things seemed different between us all. We acted as though everything was the same, but they treated me differently, kept their distance. We never spoke about it. But several weeks later it happened again, and then again. Each time was the same. I gave head. I swallowed. And after, we pretended like nothing had happened. I think a couple of them were a little freaked out by it, and to the end of the semester we decided, for different reasons, to live with other people. I was partly relieved, partly disappointed. 

I thought about it a lot, and I went into chat rooms, and had phone sex with guys, but for the next couple of years at college I didn’t do anything else in person. In my junior year, though, I felt I really needed to do something with a guy or I would go crazy. I met a couple of guys through apps, though the sex didn’t really satisfy me. I wanted more, or different, I just didn’t know what. In my senior year I ended up going to an adult store. I’m not sure why I did it, or how long I’d been thinking about doing it. My plan was that my first time I’d just watch people come and go, see how things worked. But I ended up sucking dick through a glory hole. When I was done, I saw the guy hurry away. I liked how seedy it was, how dirty it made me feel, but also how good it felt to give guys what they needed. I became a regular there. I still had a girlfriend at the time, and was still deeply ashamed and didn’t really understand what it was that I needed, or wanted. But it felt like it filled a need in me, and it was mostly anonymous.

Then, one night, I was followed out of the store, and I was raped in the parking lot.

It was the first time I’d been fucked by a man. He was older, maybe in his 40s, and I was 21 at the time. He was bigger than me, but I could have put up more of a fight. I was an athlete and was in shape, but I just sort of let it happen. Looking back, I think I knew it would happen eventually. I must have wanted it. As he was fucking me, he kept telling me that he’d been watching me, that I’d sucked him before, and swallowed him, that I was a faggot and a whore, that he knew what I was for. He kept telling me that he knew I wanted it.The guy had a friend there who didn’t get involved, just watched and, I guess, kept a look out. Through most of it I kept looking at him, and I remember wondering what he thought of me, and imagining what he was seeing. A college fag getting raped by a bigger guy. I remember the guy cumming in me. He tensed up, grunted, and pumped into me. I was shocked by it. I had a profound sense that something had changed in me. After it was over I kept replaying the moment in my head that he came, and thought ‘a guy came in me, a guy came in me…’

When he left I got into my car and sat there for what seemed like hours. I was shaking. I went home, and my girlfriend had dropped by, which she sometimes did. I said I’d been at work and she had no reason to think I was lying. I tried to keep it together. I went and had a shower, and I started to jerk off thinking about what had just happened. I felt ashamed, I felt confused, but mostly I felt that I had to keep it to myself. Me and my girlfriend had sex that night. I was mostly thinking about the guy who had been watching.

I stopped going to the adult store, but I kept thinking about the assault pretty much every time I jerked off. I eventually told someone online – a guy I spoke to regularly in a chat room – and it was the first conversation I had with someone who recognized that, maybe I was a faggot, that I had wanted it, that I had enjoyed it, that I had invited it, and that maybe I needed to serve an alpha. He explained that I was in denial about what I was, but that I was unconsciously putting myself in situations where I might get used, and that I was starting to wake up to who I am.

So I started looking for alphas to use me. Over the next months, I met with many dominant guys who used me, though I didn’t really serve anyone as a faggot. One that I met with took me a couple of times to a fuck club. The first time I mostly watched, though we went into a dark room where he watched me suck cock at a line of glory holes. The next time we went he expected more of a show from me, and invited men to fuck me. I was new meat, just barely out of college and so I got a lot of attention. It was exhausting and overwhelming, but I did everything I was expected to do. It confirmed to me that I was made to be used, but it was purely physical – and it didn’t completely satisfy me. It didn’t hit the spot that I needed to be hit.

Then Master Matthew happened.

He had moved into an apartment right across the street from me. He seemed a bit bookish, and nerdy, was around my age (I was 25 at this point), but he was taller than me, and was obviously in remarkably good shape. I saw him around several times, running, on his bike, at the grocery store, and I was drawn to him immediately. I felt excited whenever I saw him around, and I started trying to work out his schedule so that we might pass in the street. I became a little obsessed. I watched his apartment for signs of when he was home, when he might be alone. I tried to work out what his life was. I imagined going to him and offering myself to him.

He had a girlfriend, and a pretty eclectic mix of friends. Some jock types, some nerd types, mostly straight, some gay. He had surf friends, and would surf often in the morning. I noticed that he would usually leave his wetsuit over a rail by his apartment to dry. One night while it was still out there I decided to go smell it. I got on my knees and licked the crotch, inside and out. I imagined that the salty taste was his cum. I got a rush on the idea of being caught.

I thought about him all the time.

My online friend suggested that I leave a note, offering myself to him. So I did. I didn’t identify myself, but said that I was a young straight guy (I was still telling myself that), that I lived close and that I had seen him around. I said that I had experience from my college days of regularly giving head to my roommates. I said that if he wanted a no-strings arrangement, that I would be more that willing to do that for him, no reciprocation necessary. I guess I was trying to sound more like a regular bro and less like a faggot, so as not to put him off. I left a number on the note.

I slipped the note in his mailbox. And waited. 

Several days later, I got a text asking ‘who is this?’

I knew it was him. I felt sick, I felt excited. I was terrified I would fuck it up! I said I lived close to him. I told him I was serious. Asked if there was anything he wanted to know. He was very careful not to show any signs of acknowledging having interest, and had a tone that he didn’t quite believe what I was telling him, and thought it was a prank. But he didn’t shut me down, and kept leaving openings for me to carry on talking. We texted back and forth for a couple of hours. Eventually, though, he stopped responding.
Then a few days later, he asked again ‘so, who are you?’ He wanted to know specifically. I said I was nervous to tell him. But he insisted, so I told him my name and everything he needed to be able to identify me. He asked for a picture. I thought, fuck it. So I sent one. There was a long silence. I was dying. Then he texted that he’d seen me around. He asked where I lived. I said I lived literally across the street from him. Then, silence again.

Almost a week later, he texted again. He asked where I was. I was in a bar with a couple of friends. He said he wanted to know if it was really me, and not someone pretending. He wanted me to take a picture of myself in the bar. It was tricky with my friends being there, but I did it. Then he said he wanted to see me in the street outside his apartment. My heart stopped. He wasn’t saying that something might happen, but it felt like that’s what he meant. I said I would get an uber and be there in 20 minutes. He didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure if that was too long for him. I made my excuses and left my friends. I was standing outside his apartment about 15 minutes later. I texted him to say I was outside. There was the longest pause, and I thought maybe I’d blown it. Then he texted and told me to come to the door.

It was kind of late, and I’d had a few drinks. I was doing my best to be present and act sober. He let me in. I could smell weed. I was so fucking nervous, and I think he was too. He was in sweats and a tshirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but I was trying to act normal. He asked if I wanted a beer, I said no, yes, no, sure, are you having one? Sure. We made some polite chit chat. He asked how long I’d lived in the area, what I did for work. General stuff. I was trying not to just drop to my knees and beg for his cock.
Then he took out the note that I had left for him. He still had it, folded up. He asked if it was for real. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I said it was. He handed me the note and told me to read it out loud. It was excruciating, saying it all, but I did it. It sounded so dumb saying it again. But I was rock hard. He asked how it started with my roommates, so I told him the bare bones of what had happened. He asked if I liked sucking cock. I said I did. It was such a fucking rush, telling this guy who knew who I was that I liked doing it. He asked questions, were those guys gay, how many times did I do it, did we kiss, did anyone else know about it, did I swallow. I answered.

Then he asked me if I had sucked for other guys. I decided to be honest, and I ended up telling him about going to the adult store to suck dicks. I was scared that would put him off me, but I wanted him to see me for who and what I was.  He didn’t seem to care. He asked if I had a girlfriend, I said I did. He asked how many dicks I had sucked. I said I wasn’t sure. He laughed. He asked if my gf had any idea about me. I said I hoped not.

Then there was a long pause. We were both a bit embarrassed. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to make the first move. So I asked if he wanted me to suck him. He asked if I wanted to. I said yes. He asked me how much I wanted it, and I said very much. He told me to ask him if I could. So I did. Then he told me to get on my knees, and ask again. So I did. I got on my knees and asked him if I could suck his dick. He nodded and said ‘ok’.

He was wearing sweats, and he got me to pull them down. His cock is perfect. I gasped when I saw it. Thick, cut, and bigger than me. He wasn’t hard, but he was on the way. I kissed it. Felt the heat of it on my face. He told me to look up at him. So I did, and stared into his eyes as I took him in my mouth and made him hard. It felt so right. Like coming home. The smell, the taste of a man, the feel of a firm cock in my mouth.

He said nothing. He just let me suck. As he got close to cumming, he held me on him and he fucked my mouth some. And then he came. He came a lot and he came hard. I swallowed. I tasted like heaven.
Then he was like, okay, cool, you should go. So I left.

The following day it happened again. He texted, I went to his apartment, we talked a little, he got me to ask to suck him, he let me, and I swallowed for him.

The following week we met several times.

I decided to be bolder. 

I texted him and told him that I was prepared to do literally anything for him. I sent him some links to things about fags and alphas, mostly your posts. He went quiet for a few days and didn’t respond to any of that stuff. Then a couple of weeks later he texted out of the blue and told me to come over. It was the same deal, me giving him head. He was on the couch, I was kneeling, sucking him. And then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ I nodded. I carried on.

The next time I went over, he had me clean his apartment.

Over the next few weeks he started testing me, to see what I would do. How far I would go. He made me do errands. One night he sent me to pick up food for him and some friends he had over. I delivered it to his door and he acted like he didn’t know me. I went home and jerked off.

One night I was over, he asked me if I had been fucked. We actually hadn’t discussed it before. And he wanted me to tell him about my first time. so I told him about the rape. He’s the only person I’ve ever actually talked to about it. He seemed interested, he asked questions. He asked specifically what the guy had said to me, what he’d called me. It was difficult recounting it all, but he pressed me to tell him everything about it, and he waited until I had. Then he wanted me to tell him about other experiences, so I told him about the fuck clubs.

I was a bit shaken up by telling him everything. I felt pretty raw. He said ‘You want cock in you?’ I said yes. He told me to ask for it, so I asked for it. He said no. 

About two weeks later was the first time he fucked me. When we did it, I was on the floor on my hands and knees. I was naked. He was kneeling behind me, mostly clothed. At first he was quiet. Then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ That phrase is like his way in, I think. I said I did. He said I was a faggot. I agreed. He told me to say it. I said ‘I’m a faggot’. He told me to call him sir. I did. Then he was saying other things. I didn’t realize at first, but he was repeating the things that had been said to me when I was raped. ‘You’re a whore’ ‘This is what you’re for, faggot’ It was only when he said ‘I’ve been watching you’ that I realized what he was doing. I couldn’t help it, I just said ‘oh my god’, and I started to cry. I tried not to let him see, but he realized. ‘You crying faggot?’ ‘You liked being raped, didn’t you, that’s why you were there’

‘Yes’

‘Yes what, faggot?’

‘Yes sir’

He came in me. He cums hard. When he cums in my mouth, I really feel the power of it. But when he came in my ass I was convinced I could feel it hitting my insides. I felt his cock pulse with each shot, too.
He pulled out. ‘Jesus’. He looked at me with what seemed like surprise and disgust. Like he was seeing what I was and really understanding it. ‘Fuck’. I moved to get up, he told me to stay where I was. He went to take a piss. I was still on all fours. He came back and stared at me. He laughed to himself. ‘Faggot’. He leaned down to look me in the face ‘Fucking faggot’. ‘Yes sir’ He laughed. ‘Kiss my feet’. I kissed his feet.

‘You’re nothing’.

He fucked me most of the times we met from then. The friendliness we’d had at the start faded away as he became more of an alpha with me, and he realized his power over me. I was in heaven. It was everything I had ever wanted. He ridiculed me, taunted me. He respected my time, and understood that I had a job (and a girlfriend still, for a while, though I eventually ended that). But when I was with him, I was his object. A fucktoy and a servant.

And then the pandemic happened.

For the first few weeks of the lockdown I could see he was home. But we already had an arrangement where it wasn’t my place to contact him. Eventually I did, to ask if he was okay and if he needed me to do anything. He simply said he was fine. So I waited. A few weeks in, I realized he was no longer at the apartment. I was worried he had moved. But his stuff was still there, so I guessed that he had moved in with his gf, or with his family, until the pandemic was over.

One night, around Thanksgiving, he texted me, telling me to beg for his cock. To beg to be fucked. So I did. I texted for an hour, over and over, stream of consciousness stuff, telling him he was a god, and I was nothing and that I wanted to please him and needed his manhood inside me. I thought that maybe he was going to tell me where he was and invite me over.

He eventually texted back ‘no’.

When vaccinations started, he moved back. And I waited. Eventually I got a text telling me to come over. He had me clean the place, go get groceries. He made me beg for his cock, but he didn’t touch me. He sent me home.

A few days ago he fucked me again for the first time since the pandemic started. He is, if anything, more alpha than before. He dominated me completely physically. Called me names. Made me call myself names. He had me stay naked in his apartment all day, and used me several times. He likes to get a little rough, not violent exactly. And he likes to pull me into the positions that he wants me to be in. One of the fucks was in his bedroom, which we don’t usually go into, but he wanted to fuck me in front of the mirror, so I could watch myself being used.

‘This is what you are, faggot. This is what you’re for’

‘Yes sir’

‘You’re mine’

‘Yes sir’

It’s true. It’s so fucking true.

I consider this documented experience to be The Blueprint, the exact way to come to a point of acceptance and then successfully offer oneself to the will of an Alpha. There are so many things right about what my dear brother Danny did along the way that it’s virtually impossible to comprehensively list all of the them. Here are some of my initial thoughts:

1. Danny’s rape didn’t destroy him, but instead informed him. He used the experience to examine his own needs and then internalized it. Like my rape did with me, Danny used his rape to help him come to understand his own submissiveness.
2. He experimented with various ways to satisfy his growing need to serve.
3. He chose to find an Alpha to serve, found an Alpha, and despite the signs that he might not have success (like Master Matthew having a girlfriend) he took action and submitted anyway!
4. When Master Matthew challenged him, Danny didn’t shrink back or lie. Instead, he humbly trusted that honesty and bravery would be safe with his new Master. He was right!

I cannot even come close to describing my pride. Danny is an absolute inspiration, and his Master Matthew is clearly an extraordinary straight Alpha of unstoppable and rapidly-growing power.

But it’s important to emphasize this important point: Danny’s case is not some unique and magical experience that happens once in a generation. This site is filled with experiences from faggots who followed the same pattern that Danny perfectly demonstrated here. It simply requires submissiveness, humility, persistence, and courage.

I certainly hope that Danny will continue to share the developments between him and his incredible Master! What an inspiration!

This post is part of a thread following the rise of Master Joel, an 16-year-old straight Alpha from Sweden who has discovered faggot ownership. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I haven’t known many Apex Alphas when they were just 16 years old, so I don’t have much of a reference point. But it almost terrifies me how advanced young Master Joel is already in his life. He already seems to comprehend the vastness of his growing power, and he’s practically salivating at the opportunity to take his inherited throne.

Here’s an example of what I mean: Master Joel asked me to find him an older, more experienced Apex Alpha to mentor him and guide his growth into our world’s next superhuman god.

What’s significant is how Master Joel feels this power coursing through his body, and like any weightlifter, he wants a trainer to hone that power into an unstoppable machine. It’s both humble and ambitious.

So, to that end, I asked legendary Sir Titus to come onboard to mentor this young King, and he agreed. I was so pleased to hear about this. I’m a fairly intelligent faggot, but I’m still just a faggot. I can only point Master Joel in certain directions or give encouragement, but Sir Titus knows what it feels like to be a Superior Man and what they need. It’s a perfect pairing.

Of course, I’m not sure if Master Joel needs much help given the experience he relayed to me two days ago.

Update:

Fucked a new girl today. Pretty good whore not gonna lie, nice tits, fuckable pussy, you know the drill. One twist though… I brought my fags. 2 fags came to watch me fuck a whore. They just sat there like dogs watching me plow the pussy. It was super interesting to have an audience both from my and her perspective.

They made themselves useful by bringing us sextoys, lube and a towel to clean ourselves with. This experience was just amazing. I felt so powerful and it felt so right. Me raping a girl and my fags worshipping me. All 3 were working to pleasure ME.

I asked him how he explained the presence of the faggots.

I explained them as “loyal freaks that pay to watch me fuck you” she said it was kinda weird but shes a slut so she was fine with it. She is also totally in love with me so i can control her too. I came 2 times, on and in her. So about one and a half hours. The whore was laying on the bed and i was standing and fucking her by the end of the bed. And the faggots where kneeling next to me on both sides. My last cumshot was inside her. And when i finished both of my faggots licked my cock clean. She saw it and laughed at them.

Alphas three times Master Joel’s age don’t have the fearlessness and courage that he has! He almost dares the world to judge him, and then he casually smacks them down!

“I felt so powerful” is going to be an ongoing theme in Master Joel’s blessed life!

Watching him is like watching Superman discover his strength or his ability to fly. He comes to me, eyes wide, and says, “hey, faggot, look what I can do!”

And I stare back while on my knees, barely able to respond, my tongue overtaken by awe.

I am only one of the first of the many throngs who will kneel before this young Swedish god!

This post is part of a thread following Koko, a 17-year-old faggot in London who has been enslaved by his sister’s 25-year-old Alpha boyfriend named Oscar. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The long delay hearing back from Koko made me nervous. Was he okay? Was he another game player who ghosted me? I have a pretty thick skin these days to this kind of stuff, but I’m still a worrier.

But Koko finally came out of hiding a few days ago. He had gotten into a bad accident and hurt his head, so he was out of commission for a bit.

When he showed up in my DMs, he first had a question from Master Oscar, who apparently had been informed of this site and was intrigued. But the question was even more intriguing.

Master is thinking about having me as a full time faggot. I’m going to be 18 soon and then I could move in with him. He asks if you ever heard of a master with a full time faggot and a girlfriend and how the girls react? Because my sister certainly is in love with him but do you think she could live with him using me as a faggot? Have you ever heard of such a thing? He’s very pleased with me but I still have to learn a lot and I must pay more attention on the streets.

That’s a huge, unexpected leap! I told Koko to tell Master Oscar that I have known Alphas who have girlfriends who know about their ownership of faggots, but in this case the BROTHER aspect of this situation seriously complicates it.

Then Koko followed up that response with another doozy:

Thank you. Master wants to know if you know Masters who are using faggots in front of their girlfriends, not use them secretly, because he doesn’t like to lie. Thank you.

I do, in fact, know of Alphas who use their faggots in front of their girlfriends, but not when the faggot is the girlfriend’s brother. I know I wouldn’t want to be naked and having sex with my sister involved, so I can only imagine a female’s reaction.

After that, I pressed Koko to fill me in on the planned meet-up with Master Oscar’s older Alpha brother Oswald.

From what Koko discovered, Master Oswald is the one who introduced Master Oscar to the use of faggots. Master Oswald currently owns three faggots for sure (because Master Oswald told Koko that directly).

Then Koko relayed the details of their meeting.

Master’s brother is as incredible as he is. They almost look like twins though his brother is older.

I served them all night and they used both my holes a lot. He has multiple faggots from what they said and I was fucked out of my mind. They were talking about DP’ing me and I didn’t know what that is as they were one using my mouth the other using my pussy I thought that’s what they meant but master explained that it means they would both fuck my pussy. At the same time! I don’t even know if that is possible or if they were kidding.

They treated me like a faggot I suppose. They had me serve them drinks and they explored my body and his brother had quite a laugh about my locked dick. Master took it off so his brother could see my how small my dick is and they had another laugh. That was very humiliating. They slapped me for the mistakes I made but they also taught me what they like, how to serve their cocks.

It seems that Master Oswald has an interest in his brother’s new faggot, too.

Next weekend he will be around again. Do you really think they can DP me???? I mean they both have big cocks, how would they go inside at the same time? I can’t even imagine. Master’s brother also wants to bring his faggot then to teach me.

While we were in the midst of talking Master Oscar was calling for his faggot to perform a new and special task …

Master wants me to lick his ass now. I have never done this before and I find the thought disgusting but master assured me I would love it. It’s not like I have a choice.

So when Koko finally returned, he had this to say:

It was amazing! I first thought eeewww, but when I smelled his ass I thought mmmh and then I sniffed and he encouraged me to lick and first I only briefly licked but then I thought it’s not actually this bad…and I licked more and he encouraged me to let my tongue slip inside…yes I loved it. I think I’m addicted now. Am I nuts?

I reassured him that he’s not nuts, just a faggot.

But then my conversation with Koko turned into a troubling territory:

He was laying on his stomach, watching tv. I found that a little upsetting because I thought he’s paying more attention to the tv. I think he really should pay more attention to me.

Then it got even worse when talk turned toward his Master’s relationship with his sister.

Don’t you think Master is a little bit gay? When I ask him he just laughs and says “what’s straight and what’s gay? This whole thing is so overrated.” I hate that he’s fucking girls. I thought maybe he would be attracted only to me and leave my sister.

This is very dangerous emotional territory for a faggot! We must not fall in love or make commitment demands of our Alphas! It will lead to catastrophe every time!

Koko is just learning about service and his purpose, and I’m proud of how well he’s embraced that reality so far.

But that reality can turn harsh very quickly if he doesn’t make the necessary attitude adjustments.

Hopefully Koko will keep the lines of communication so I can continue to guide him!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the Alphahood of Apex Alpha Master Ursus, a straight Alpha who has been owning and using faggots since high school. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When I recently published a letter from Master Ursus about the Alphas living across the street from his house, I characterized them as an Alpha Pack.

This apparently triggered a thought process in the Apex Alpha mind of Master Ursus, and he sat down to clarify his thoughts on the subject of Alpha Packs.

I have never been in an Alpha pack, although now that I know what they are, I wish I had been when I was young.  Now, in adulthood, I am not as good at sharing as I was as a boy.  I have shared fags on occasion with other Alphas, but that’s about it.  

But I was thinking back.  There was a group of guys in my prep school that were a super tight clique.  They were all among our school’s best athletes, all very good looking, all well over 6 feet, all privileged from prominent families.  Along with their tight group were three or four guys who hung around them but everyone thought of as total betas even if we didn’t have a word for it.  Sometimes I heard people refer to them as the ‘cheer squad’.  One of them was a guy called Spencer, a skinny wimp.  He played all the same sports, but was no good and always on the bench.  He would literally carry the Alphas’ dirty cleats and sports bags.  Whenever I would run into this group with my friends at school or at a party or someplace, it was the cocky toned jocks who would talk and the hanger-ons would usually stay quiet.  
Thinking back on it now, of course they were an Alpha pack.  I don’t know if Spencer and the other beta boys were fags or just betas, but there was something going on.  I never heard any rumors about that crowd, but something must have been going on.  None of those jocks ever had girlfriends I can remember.  I had an on call faggot, till he moved away senior year, to take my loads in both ends and I still had girlfriends!  (I am not sure mine is a faggot, he is married and has a bunch of little kids now, but he sure acted like one in high school!).  Most of my friends were Alphas, but I had some different groups of friends in and out of my school.  I fooled around with a few friends, but the guys I used sometimes, in addition to my main fag, were mostly more submissive types not among my jock friends.  

I remembered something else from way back as well, the time another Alpha sort of bested me.  It was my last summer going to camp, I went back as a counselor some years later.  I would have been 14 I guess, and was in the oldest boy’s tent.  There were like 12 to a tent, those big old Army tents.  There was another guy in my tent, Starcke, and he and I were the leaders.  Our counselor was an effeminate college pussy who we had beaten within a day or two of camp starting.  Starcke, I think now, is an Apex Ultra Alpha.  We had some friends in common back in the City, but he had always gone to camp the second half of summer, and me the first half, so we had never been at camp at the same time, but here he was this summer.

Starcke was a big jock and a bit of a bully.  He was tall and lean and strong, at least a head taller than the rest of us.  He had a HUGE cock that we saw all the time because he liked to rub that hard leaky monster on guys’ lips while they were sleeping.  When they woke up and protested, he would tell them how much they wanted to suck on it.  That cock must have been at least 8 inches, maybe more, thick as a shovel handle with a big bright red angry-looking flared head.  At 15!! He also like to put his hole right on guys’ noses when they were sleeping and fart, although he never did either of these things to me.  
One night we were all talking about what to do the next day and Starcke and I got into a bit of an argument about it.  Without warning he punched me in the gut and knocked my wind out, pinned me on a bunk and said something to me I don’t remember, and then let a loogey fall on my face.  Not much changed after that, we each still had our “followers” in the tent, but we were wary of each other. 

I realize now it was just Apex Alphas put in close quarters and clashing.  

Alphahood is something that often goes unexamined early in an Alpha’s life. Alphas are well-known tunnel-vision predators through their teens and twenties, barely focusing on anything except satisfying their urgent needs and wants in the moment. It’s only when Alphas get a bit older that they begin to really appreciate their gift and the many experiences in their past that point to the development of their Alphahood.

That’s essentially what Master Ursus is doing here, and it’s beautiful.

These are all great examples of the Packs Master Ursus had around him in his developmental years. They show how Men naturally (even subconsciously) fall into Hierarchical roles, especially when they’re put together in a confined place. There are natural leaders, and natural betas, and natural faggots in every group of males. It allows for the efficient use of the group.

Master Ursus’s encounter with fellow Apex Alpha “Starcke” is also striking. As a faggot, I look at these kinds of battles like Godzilla vs. King Kong, two titanic, equally-powered forces testing each other out. I don’t know if Master Ursus “won” that particular battle, but there seemed to be a Cold War-like peaceful co-existence between them.

Master Ursus is a keen observer of human behavior and quite articulate. I love his perspective from his position at the very top of the Hierarchy. We will have more advice and stories from this great, experienced Apex Alpha in the future, so stay tuned!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the Alphahood of Apex Alpha Master Ursus, a straight Alpha who has been owning and using faggots since high school. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I think Master Ursus is one of the more intriguing straight Alphas I’ve encountered in at least a year. His writing is expressive and detailed, and his observations are logic-based and supported by evidence. He very much reminds me of Straight Alpha Mike, one of the iconic married Alphas from my time on Tumblr.

Master Ursus shared with me a little situation developing with his neighbors across the street. I think it shows how straight Alpha Packs form and begin to develop an acceptance of faggot service.

Last week I saw something interesting on the beach.  

A few months ago a herd of boys moved in across the street from me.  Its a blended family and as far as I can tell between mom and dad they have five boys.  The oldest are twins and they just graduated from high school according to the yard signs.  The other three look to be younger by about a year each.  The oldest have pimped out pickups, popular around here with the young guys into surfing, fishing, kite boarding etc.  They all just wear the short short shorts that have been popular around here for a few years, between all of them they usually aren’t wearing enough fabric to make a throw pillow.  

They always have a lot of friends around, outside doing this or that, tinkering with skateboards or their boat or dirtbikes or whatever.  All their friends seem to be super hot toned jocks/surfers too.  Once I was out there and one was leaning into a car window talking with a girl.  When she drove off, he smiled and waved at me, his big boner about to come out of his shorts leg.  I’ve drooled plenty looking at them these months, but even the ones that are 18 are still neighbors…..steer clear!

But on the beach last week was one of them, mid-high school type age, along with a younger boy I hadn’t seen before.  It was almost dusk and it was just us out there.  They were fooling around and the older guy was flexing and then letting the younger small very scrawny kid touch his biceps, then six pack and abs.  Then the guy shucked his shorts and was wearing these white compression shorts, like the kind for Lacrosse, that left nothing to the imagination.  He started going in the ocean and the younger guy followed, still wearing t-shirt.  The older one pulled the shirt off of him and tossed it on the sand, I presume the younger guy was embarrassed cause he had no muscles.  They horsed around in the ocean, the older one kind of roughing the younger one, and then left.  

I dried off and left 10 or 15 minutes later.  The path back from that part of the beach is several hundred yards long and goes through thick bush.  Ahead of me, the two came out of a side trail that goes into the bushes.  (I have fucked a few beachtwinks’ facepussies back on that trail…).  When they got out on the main trail, they looked back, saw me, and kind of scurried ahead and out of sight.  The younger kid was shirtless again, and I was pretty sure he had put his T back on before leaving the beach.  What were they doing back in those bushes?!  They must have gone elsewhere because I didn’t see them again and we would have walked the same route home.  I like to think at least one of those teen gods across the street has discovered faggots and has Alpha blood coursing through his horny veins!  

What do you think about what Master Ursus has uncovered? Personally, I believe this one Alpha has snared himself a faggot and is using it away from the house. If so, then history says it’s only a matter of time before this Alpha introduces his closest Alpha brothers within the Pack to his faggot. Before long all of the members of the Pack will get a turn and start branching out.

I suggested that Master Ursus should display one of his faggots for examination by the Pack. I felt like this might allow him to possibly mentor some of these young Alphas. However, Master Ursus shot that suggestion down, preferring to take a subtler approach.

What I am sure of is this: Master Ursus will continue to monitor the development of these Alphas and add his input if Nature allows an opportunity. This is a part of the responsibility Alpha brothers feel to maintain and refine the Alpha fraternity. It is a magnificent system that allows Alphas to maintain and consolidate their power over our world.

This post is part of a thread following Koko, a 17-year-old virgin faggot in London who has been enslaved by his sister’s 25-year-old Alpha boyfriend named Oscar. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

So after Master Oscar made that bold scene at Koko’s house while helping Koko come out of the closet, Master Oscar told Koko to come over to his place later that evening. He said he needed to punish Koko, but also wanted to take Koko out in order to reward the faggot for his bravery (you’ll remember, I told Koko that I thought Master would put him in chastity as punishment).

Amusingly, Koko asked me if I thought Master was going to make him pay for the dinner. “I don’t have any money to pay for it,” said the faggot innocently. I assured Koko that Master would definitely be taking care of the bills.

You were right about the punishment. I’m caged now. For one week. I begged him to give me a second chance and he said yes, you will get a second chance…in a week. He’s taking me for dinner now! As my sister is upset with him because he was rude to our parents he wants me to stay the night with him. He fucked me right after he had caged me, and it hurts a lot but I’m somewhat proud about the pain…do you understand that or am I completely nuts?

I totally get this. It’s like the pain you feel after a great workout, sore and exhausted, but also peaceful and content.

After several hours, I began receiving updates:

Yes he did pay. I just thought for a moment, I heard there are Masters who want the faggots to pay for everything and I wondered if I had to pay. But of course Master didn’t say anything about me paying… At the restaurant he ordered for me! As I am his property he decides want goes in me. It was weird at the restaurant, it was very classy and I was wearing the minimum that was acceptable. And he was dressed so well and he was touching me all the time, even feeding me in between. Making me lick his fingers. I felt people looking at us and I wondered that some of them might recognize him and that my parents will hear about it…I wanted to ask him but then I didn’t. I doubt he would care if my parents knew he was the one fucking me.

When we got back to his place, I undressed at the door, except for the jockstrap, he got naked too, it’s so hot seeing his big cock swing and he sat on the sofa and spread his legs and told me to lick his cock and balls. I kneeled down and started to lick. Every once and then he would correct me and tell me what he liked. I spent two hours on my knees!!! It was so uncomfortable and they did hurt so much but I didn’t want to complain. His crotch smelled so good and he had his hand on my head, I didn’t want him to take it away. He laid back and had his eyes closed and now and then he would stroke through my hair. Eventually he fucked my throat and came inside my mouth again and told me to hold it till it’s gone. Then we went to bed and he allowed me to sleep in his bed and he pressed his cock against me and then he fell asleep.

What an incredible night! It’s like a dream come true for a faggot!

All of this sounds extreme for a straight Apex Alpha, I’ll admit, but some Men are simply more advanced than others. To underscore this, Koko shared with me a story he overheard regarding Master Oscar:

When he started dating my sister I overheard a conversation between my mother and one of her friends who is close with his parents. She told my mother that he had been expelled from school when he was 13 because he was caught with a boy who was sucking him off just one week after they had found him sticking his cock into a girl’s mouth. He was sent to a boarding school in Switzerland where he stayed till he was 18, then he went to Oxford. She said this man is trouble and that he and his older brother were notorious for fucking girls and breaking their hearts lol. Oh and the Swiss boarding school they sent him to was a boys school because they didn’t want him to be around girls. I now can well imagine what he did there lol.

Koko mentioned Master Oscar’s older brother in that overheard experience. That’s possibly significant because Master Oscar told Koko that he plans to introduce his new faggot to his older brother!

Stay tuned! Things are getting interesting!

This post is part of a thread following the progress of Master Pump, a straight teenaged bodybuilding champion who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in chronological order!

A couple of months ago I received a message from the faggot of a teenaged bodybuilder asking me to reach out and talk to its Master. It told me its Master was a steroid-fueled, extremely dominant Alpha, which naturally intrigued me.

I reached out to the Master I’ve affectionately named Master Pump. To my surprise, I discovered an Alpha of great curiosity beneath the massive wall of muscle and earned bravado.

In our first conversation I received the following blunt response when I asked if he used his faggots sexually.

I’m straight, so I don’t do anything sexual with them lol.

Master Pump, like most musclebound Alphas, was first introduced to faggots at the gym.

I caught on pretty fast on with faggots. At the start I just made them pick up dumbbells and plates after me, then they started buying me stuff, and then giving me money.

From there, Master Pump’s use of faggots transitioned into domestic service.

Yeah I use them as servants. The ones I use as servants and the ones I use to serve me in the gym are different fags. When I wake up my breakfast is ready. They clean up, buy stuff. They don’t have keys to my place, but cards I can disable. I get into my home with my fingerprint or my phone.

His already luxurious lifestyle comes from multiple wins in bodybuilding contests. Master Pump admits to using steroids to gain his massive size.

But then Master Pump said something that made me do a double-take:

I took advantage of them financially for a long time, but I only recently started taking advantage of them sexually.

Uh, what?

When I asked him about his earlier claim (now over a month old) that he couldn’t use faggots sexually because he’s straight, he said this:

Because I didn’t, like I said I only started recently.

So I asked him about these first sexual encounters:

The faggot was a blonde swimmer guy. I noticed him at a house party, he was staring at me. I knew I wanted to own his ass. I took him to the bathroom and fucked him on the sink. He was so tight. So that was the first fag I fucked, but it wasn’t the last.

He’s learning that the use of faggots hasn’t changed his sexuality.

I’m still straight, even after so many owned fags. But I still fuck chick more than I use fags. I have fags here all time so I can use them whenever I want.

Master Pump has begun taking fag ownership more seriously recently, even caging some of his long-term faggots.

As faggot ownership continues to infiltrate the mainstream and gain acceptance, muscle gods like Master Pump are figuring out that they can literally own everything and live the life intended for actual gods.

Gladiators in Rome had faggots, so why can’t modern gladiators like Master Pump have the same?

A growing Apex Alpha like Master Pump deserves anything he wants!

This post is part of a thread following Koko, a 17-year-old virgin faggot in London who has been enslaved by his sister’s 25-year-old Alpha boyfriend named Oscar. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

If you remember, one of the commands of Master Oscar to his new faggot Koko (after he deflowered Koko) was that Koko had to come out to his parents as gay and/or a faggot. This petrified Koko, because Koko’s parents are very conservative, anti-gay Brits.

So Koko, being the brave faggot he is, decided to fulfill that mission the next day!

As it turned out, Koko didn’t manage to get much sleep during the night because this happened:

I didn’t lock my door tonight and in the middle of the night Master came into my room and told me to get between his legs. I could smell and taste that his cock had been inside my sisters pussy. I sucked his cock for a very long time and he was moaning so loud I was afraid my sister might hear him. My haw and ass are hurting. Do you have any advice?

The next morning wasn’t much easier:

This day started really bad. First Master’s breakfast wasn’t exactly as he wanted it, he slapped me for it, then he caught me masturbating. He said you don’t have so many rules to follow. He said that my body was his property and I needed his permission to touch it. He slapped me really hard and told me to be at his place at 5 to get my punishment. Now my parents have arrived and I must tell them I’m gay. I hate that Master is upset with me. I had hoped he would help me somehow.

I tried my best to console Koko, who really sounded upset and disappointed. I told Koko the punishment for the masturbation episode would probably be chastity, and I reassured Koko that a Master this thorough would not leave him to handle a difficult situation like this alone. I don’t know why I thought that – I know little about Master Oscar aside from his actions thus far – but I was pretty confident about it.

So then the big reveal happened:

OMG Sir! It was such a drama and Master was just incredible! My parents got home and I had been so anxious all morning and I thought Master was maybe going to dismiss me and when they came home I just wanted it to be done and said I must talk to them now. My father asked if I had knocked up a girl!!! Imagine. I saw an amused smile on Master’s face, but of course my parents didn’t get that.

My father asked again what’s the matter and I just couldn’t get it out, I was just stammering…Master was standing at the door to the patio and looked out and eventually he said “He’s gay.” My father said what? And my mother let out a scream. My father said “Oscar, what are you talking about?. Of course he’s not gay.” My mother said “he can’t be gay…that’s ridiculous!”

Master turned around and said “look at him” (I was only staring at the floor, my face burning), I felt them looking at me and Master said “he’s an homo and a faggot!”

My heart stopped beating! My mother snapped, my father’s head was red now. “My son is not a faggot Oscar, why are you saying that?” My mother was crying saying “there are no faggots” and then Master said “of course there are.”

My father said “Oscar, faggots don’t exist.” Master looked in my father’s face and said in his most arrogant voice “I’m sure you fucked faggots at Oxford.”

I heard my mother snap again. My father cried “of course not!” and Master with an absolutely straight and innocent face looked at my father and said “oh you didn’t? I thought everyone did…(he raised an eyebrow) …except the faggots of course…” (do you understand what he did there??? He implied that my father was a faggot!!!)

My mother cried “James certainly isn’t a faggot, Oscar!!!” Master innocently “oh, i didn’t say that, I just assumed as he says he didn’t use faggots there….” my father was crying “of course i used faggots!”

My mother was crying and stammering “he can’t be gay, not a faggot please not a faggot”, and Master said “excuse me Sarah, why exactly are you crying? Your son is not dead, he’s only gay….and a faggot.”

My mother stopped crying and stared at Master…”you are so disgusting Oscar…” then she stood up and ran into her bedroom. My father shook his head and pressed his lips together. “I think you’d better go home, Oscar. That’s enough for today….” then my father went into the library…Master grinned at me and said “see little faggot, this actually went well for you. See you at 5.”

And he left. I’m still sitting in the living room and I don’t know what actually happened. She just came out again and told me she had thought about it and they would get me a therapist. It wasn’t my fault that I’m gay…. I think Master enjoyed this whole thing. He seemed amused. He doesn’t care what they think about him. I wish I was a little like him…

Master Oscar’s dominance levels are off-the-charts. He simply seems to be afraid of nothing and nobody. He ran perfect interference for his new faggot, pulling the attention of Koko’s parents away from their son. Great Protector Alphas do these types of things for the weak and downtrodden because they have the strength to handle what lesser people cannot.

Events are moving rapidly in this story right now, so I’ll update what happened when Koko went to Master Oscar’s place at 5pm and more!

This post is part of a thread following Koko, a 17-year-old virgin faggot in London who has been enslaved by his sister’s 25-year-old Alpha boyfriend named Oscar. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

There are probably many faggots out there who have rough stories of initiation at the hands of a dominant straight Alpha. I’m one of them, of course, and I’ve covered quite a few other true stories of initiation like mine over the last six years of this site.

But I’m not sure if I’ve covered one quite as dramatic as the one currently happening to a 17-year-old faggot I’m calling Koko.

A couple of days ago I received a frantic and confused message from Koko, a closeted gay boy who lives with his parents and his older (unnamed) sister. It involved a surprise attack in the kitchen by his sister’s 25-year-old boyfriend Oscar.

I’m 17 yrs old and I’m gay but I haven’t come out because my parents are very conservative and I think they couldn’t handle it. Now my sister has a new boyfriend, he’s 25 and he’s really hot. He spends a lot of time at our house and a couple of weeks ago, I was in the kitchen making breakfast and he walked in naked (my parents had already left for work), his big cock was half standing and I couldn’t help myself but stare at it.

He seemed in a bad mood and as he walked in he said ‘come here faggot, I got a job for you’. I just stood there and stared at his cock, I didn’t understand what he was talking about and he walked over to me, grabbed my hair and pushed me down on my knees. He said my fucking sister was on her period again and wouldn’t let him fuck her but he needs to get off. Then he slapped me and said I have told you to get to work! I was absolutely confused and stammered that I wasn’t gay and he laughed and said he knew a faggot when he saw one and I should the fuck start sucking and he slapped me again and then he shoved his huge cock inside my mouth.

I had never sucked dick before and I didn’t know what to do and he started fucking my throat till I had to puke. I felt so ashamed but he didn’t stop till he came down my throat. Then he pulled out and said Fuck, next time I’ll fuck your ass. And he walked back into my sisters bedroom. I was left absolutely destroyed and confused.

I don’t know what to think of it and I’m scared he will fuck my ass when my sister is on her period again. I can’t look into his eyes and I’m afraid my sister will find out and tell my parents. I can feel his eyes on me when we’re in the same room and when he’s alone with me he calls me faggot and grabs my ass. A couple of days after he had made me suck him he said he had thought about it and he would think it was my natural duty to serve him when my sister couldn’t or didn’t want to. I didn’t know what to answer.

He also wants me to have breakfast ready for him when he gets up and i do it because I’m scared he might tell my parents that I’m gay. I have so many contradicting feelings at the same time. I’m ashamed but something inside me feels proud that he finds me hot. What do you think?

I, of course, told Koko that this behavior is pretty standard for a very dominant Alpha who has sniffed out a faggot. Then Koko added this:

This morning he pulled me aside, pulled down my boxers and slid his finger inside my hole!!!! He said I was wearing the wrong underwear and I should change that. Does he want me to wear thongs or jockstraps? I’m so confused.

I explained to Koko that Alpha Oscar has laid a claim on him and he’s taking control of what he considers his new property. I also explained to Koko that he needs to go to the store to get lube and a sexy jockstrap and probably a buttplug or dildo because it was clear that Alpha Oscar was preparing to pop Koko’s cherry. This frightened Koko, so I commanded him to make plans to go to the store immediately to get those items in the hopes that taking action might ease Koko’s apprehension.

I didn’t hear from Koko for a while, and I assumed he had followed my direction and gone shopping. But then I received this:

OMG You won’t believe what happened. I was just about going out to get those things you told me to get when he (Oscar) came in. He asked where my sister was and I said she’s out riding and I wanted to get out and he grabbed me and said that was good because he had a present for me. Then he pulled out a bag and told me to open it. It was a jockstrap! He said he had worn it as he was working out and that he had cum on it. And I thought that’s disgusting but he told me to smell on it and I don’t know but it actually smelled kinda interesting.

Then he told me to put it on and I said yeah I will later (after I would have washed it) but he insisted I’d do it now. I said I don’t have time I need to get some things and he said then you will have to make time. Put it on now. I wanted to go into the bathroom to put it on but he insisted I do it before his eyes. I said I couldn’t do that and he looked into my eyes and said YOU PUT IT ON NOW! I stripped off my trousers and reluctantly my boxers and he grinned when he saw my little dick and to my embarrassment it was a little hard. I put on the jockstrap and he told me to take off my shirt and I said I really don’t have time and wanted to change back I to my boxers and trousers and he slapped me and said I would do what he tells me to. NOW TAKE THAT SHIRT OFF. I reluctantly did that because I didn’t want him to slap me again.

I was standing in front of him only wearing the dirty jockstrap and he looked at me for so long I only looked at the floor. I was so ashamed. He told me to turn around and I nearly cried. Then I had to bend down and spread my ass cheeks for him. He let me stand there like this for an eternity and though I couldn’t see him I felt his eyes on me. Eventually he said the jockstrap would suit me very well and then he pressed his cock at my ass. He was still in his trousers but I could feel his cock. I can’t wait to take this pussy he said and I told him I was about to get lube and dildos to stretch it and he slapped my ass hard and said I wouldn’t do such a thing. It was HIS pussy and HE would decide what goes in there. He would mold it though I don’t know what that means.

Then he let his trousers down and he pressed his hard cock against me but without penetrating. He said I had a tight pussy and he would LOVE tight pussies. Yes, he said only his cock would go inside my pussy, nothing else, not even my own finger. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me around and fucked my throat violently. Again I had to puke and he just laughed. This time he came inside my mouth and he said I must hold in on my mouth till he allowed me to swallow it. All the time he called me faggot, not by my name. Even when he walked in he said hello faggot. I hope he won’t call me faggot in front of my sister. Then he put back on his trousers and told me to get him a cold beer. I wanted to put my clothes back on but he stopped me. He said I had to wear that jockstrap day and night and he would check and that I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes when we’re alone, only the jockstrap, and that when I sleep I’m only allowed to wear the jockstrap and not lock my door. And that he would take my pussy soon.

I got him his beer and he sipped it while he had me kneeling in front of him, licking the tip of his cock. He was still hard. He said he had never fucked my sister’s throat and she was a bad cocksucker but I would soon be an expert. He fucked my throat a second time and then he said put your clothes on and left me there. I’m in my bed now but I locked the door. This man is an animal. I’m sure he could have fucked a third time if he had had time. My sister came back home just 15 minutes after he had gone upstairs. He can’t be serious about me wearing that dirty jockstrap day and night.

Koko’s indignant tone amused me quite a bit. The new faggot had quite a bit of fight still remaining even after multiple violent throat fucks and physical/verbal humiliation. I tried to impress on Koko that it’s pretty clear Alpha Oscar has used faggots before and understands how to manipulate them for his own advantage, but Koko’s rebelliousness kept manifesting itself.

And I’m not only not allowed to finger my hole I’m also not allowed to touch my dick! Can you imagine?? Who does he think he is? I’m so confused about my own feelings. He doesn’t love me? Right? He’s not gay? I’m like a fleshlight for him? A living fleshlight?

This is the process almost all faggots must go through in order to reach acceptance of the truth. It’s not always pleasant or pretty. Oftentimes it requires the firm, sure hand of an Alpha to coax the faggot into service, occasionally using some amount of force. It’s a form of natural selection that shapes each of us into the vessel Nature demands.

Little Koko could barely accept that he was gay before Alpha Oscar came into his life, and now he’s learning that he’s actually a born faggot. You can tell how triggered Koko is by his eagerness to run off and get items to please his forceful new Master. This remarkable discovery was made possible through the fearless application of Alpha privilege and power.

This experience from Koko highlights why it’s so important for Alphas to hunt and conquer faggots. By doing this, Alphas are cultivating and harvesting the crops of Hierarchy and feasting on the faggot fruits ripe for consumption. All of this is part of the Natural Order. Alphas who refuse to impose their will on faggots like this are actually failing an important part of their purpose.

Speaking of purpose, poor Koko is learning to accept his. He really doesn’t have a choice anymore. Alpha Oscar is not going to be denied his prize, and Koko’s triggered inner faggot can’t help but surrender it.

And the circle of life continues to spin!

The following post is part of a thread following the 18-year marriage between gay Apex Alpha Master M and his fagwife Baldwin. CLICK HERE to read all posts in chronological order!

When I talk about Hierarchical fulfillment, I’m usually talking about it in the context of sexual encounters. Those sexual encounters will often lead to service relationships, which bring even deeper levels of fulfillment.

And sometimes, that Hierarchical fulfillment leads to true love and marriage.

I recently developed a friendship with a dear fag brother named Baldwin. He’s been married to a gay Apex Alpha named Master M for 18 years. They live a quiet, comfortable life together in a beautiful, neatly-appointed home in the Netherlands.

My brother has crafted a stirring account of his life-long love affair with his husband and god.

What more can i tell you: we have been together for 23 years now and have been married for 18 years. My Husband was the first and only person i have ever slept with. He finds it extremely appropriate to know that i saved myself for Him and that he de-flowered me.

From a very young age it was clear that i was/am gay, which my parents could not accept. On top of that i was a very girly kind of little boy: i hated playing with other boys, i felt more connected/understood by girls. i hated sports, i didn’t want to do any boyish activities or toys. i loved playing with my cousins’s Barbie dolls, but my parents made it quite clear that was despicable.

i was abused, verbally and physically, by both my parents throughout my entire childhood, my mother especially. This has left me with scars that have not gone and will never completely go away. i have learned to accept that this will always be part of me and will always hang over me. i have had extensive therapy and with loads and loads of love and TLC from my Husband i can cope most of the time. However there have been and will continue to be periods of darkness where i feel overwhelmed by the outside world, hiding in my Husband’s arms. He loves me so much it hurts sometimes. I often feel that i am not worthy of Him and that i am a burden to Him. i don’t know if you understand what i mean but i am pretty convinced that you do. Thank you for that, my sweet little faggot brother!

I managed to escape from my parents just before my 23rd birthday in 1998. I had found a dear little apartment and i felt liberated but also extremely intimidated. i moved in beginning of February. Around the same time i had found and bought a Dutch magazine for gay youngsters. i felt really embarrassed when i had to hand it over to the cashier of the bookstore at the Central Station in Amsterdam, because she’d realize that i was gay. As if she hadn’t spotted that as soon as i walked into that store: i have GAY written all over me! Somehow the need to buy this magazine was stronger than my feeling of shame and embarrassment. i am a great believer that certain things are meant to be and i am very spiritual. i still have my faith and it is of comfort to me, even though the Catholic Church is not stepping up with the times. Can you guess what i discovered in that magazine, little brother? It was a contact advert that a 27 year old young Man had placed in which He described that he was looking for a sweet, cute boyfriend. i felt instinctively that i MUST write to this Man, don’t ask me why but i felt it extremely strongly. The advert also said: NO PIC NO REPLY. i felt too awkward about the picture. Back then i was convinced that i was too hideous for words and if i sent my picture this Man would run away as fast as His legs could carry him. So i sent a handwritten letter (remember, those were the good old pre-internet days). i wrote as neatly as i could, and at the same time i was worried sick that this Man would find my handwriting too ‘girly” (i have been ridiculed by my parents that i write like a girl, especially when dotting my i’s: i always put circles or little hearts instead of a .). What would He think of me……

Things didn’t turn out the way i had feared: about 10 days later i found a letter in my letterbox and the handwriting was not familiar to me. i opened it and: HE had written! i cannot think about this joyous moment without crying, even to this day (here i go again. i feel so proud and grateful, little baby and brother and above all fellow faggot that i can share this with you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!). He wrote that He found my handwriting so pretty(!) and was so charmed by the gracious and respectful tone of my letter that He decided to write back. Even though i had broken the no pic no reply rule. He also wrote that He had shown all the letters He had received to His friends and they all urged Him to pick me. Can you imagine how proud and honoured i was to read this? A Man who called me SPECIAL? He even went as far as to send His letter in 2 versions: one written and printed out from His computer and a handwritten version. He explained that He has a very bad handwriting and He wrote it by hand first and then wrote the same text on His computer so He would be sure i could read it. He told me i should consider myself extremely honoured that he also sent the handwritten version; He never does that to anyone else. I read and re-read His letter, kissing the sheets of paper and walking around with butterflies in my stomach. At the same time i was extremely nervous and anxious about it all: what if this goes further? What will happen if He wants to see me? Will He just run away fast as the wind? Will He laugh at me for being so stupid to think that He could possibly be interested in somoene who is too ugly for words? How will i ever be able to cope losing my new found Prince?

In the end i overcame my fears and decided to give Him a call. I was so afraid He would just laugh at me because of my voice ( my voice is your stereotypical high pitched girly gay voice and people have made cruel jokes about it all my life. So i am always very nervous when i have to speak to strangers or speak in public. It is one of my biggest nightmares). Again i was worrying myself into a total state of despair for nothing! He was friendly, even though He hates phone calls, He was interested and sincere. Also i loved his voice: Masculine! We then called for hours every single day for 10 days and then my big fear became reality: HE wanted to meet me in person……. i was so scared but i knew i had no choice if i did not want to lose my Prince. So i accepted.

He decided (the first signs of Him being Dominant then and there!) that we would meet at the Meeting Point sign at the Central Station. Date chosen Friday the Thirteenth of March 1998. i felt sick to my stomach during the quick trainjourney from where I lived and where we still live close to Amsterdam. i was convined i was going to be dumped straight away and an hour later i would be back home crying myself to sleep…..There was this incredibly manly Man waiting by the sign dressed in nice, manly clothes with thinning hair, slightly taller than me with a bit of a belly. And i felt so attracted to Him i desperately tried to gaze at Him without drawing attention. He turned around, looked at me and gave me a HUGE SMILE! To this day, 23 years later, He gets all shiny eyed with a huge twinkle in His eyes when He spots me. I could not believe it: He liked me, otherwise He would not have smiled at me! Oh little brother, sorry for being so detailed but i simply HAVE to tell you my love story. And i know you will not betray my trust! He took me out for dinner, He had booked a table for two at his favourite Italian restaurant. i felt nervous because it was expensive and i was a poor student back then. Once again i was worried sick for nothing. He treated me like a princess and made it quite clear that He had decided that i was the one and He wanted to start a relationship with me! He paid for diner and everything and i just felt so special.

So now you know how we became involved. Six months later He moved in with me and we have been together ever since. We got married 11th of March 2003 and had our honymoon in Paris. He told me then and there: “You are mine and exclusively mine. And now I even have the Law behind Me. You are my little princess and I am never ever letting you go!”

My Husband has been the key to my self-acceptance and the gradual change that i have made in my perception of myself over time: from self-hatred to acceptance to pride. He has made it clear to me that He doesn’t give a damn about other people’s opinions or views on me and our relationship: He is my Man and i am His princess and His wife.

The first time we had slept together at my place He whispered in my ear:”you are the prettiest little boi I have ever met and you are adorable. However, there is one thing you are going to do for Me in order for me to be even more attracted to you; you are going to shave your entire body and rub it with body lotion. This you will do every day for the rest of your life!” i am very hairy when i don’t shave. The thought had never crossed my mind that this could be a way to become even more feminine and attractive. I told him with a huge amount of shame that I did not have any body lotion in my house. He grinned, said: I knew you wouldn’t, princess” and gave me a plastic bag with lady razors and body lotion. i went to the bathroom, red as a tomato but also excited. When i was completely shaven and put on the body lotion i scurried back to the bedroom. For some reason i felt He wanted to see me naked. i felt afraid, ashamed and extremely turned on. He told me to cuddle up next to Him. He started stroking all over my body and whispered:”now you are perfect.”

A couple of weeks later He asked me why i had such a baggy dress sense? He couldn’t work out why someone who has such a slender small body was wearing XXXXL sized clothes. i told Him that that was not my decision but my mother’s. She felt that if i wore tight clothes or size S (my real size is S or XS, depends on the brand) i would look even more gay and ridiculous. I had never been allowed to choose/buy my own clothes and i had to confess i had no idea what type of clothes/style would look good on me. He stared at me in disbelief and then said:”right, young lady. Get your coat on NOW. We are going to Amsterdam for some proper clothes for you. i had to protest and confess i had no spare money for clothes. He turned around, asked: “what the Hell has your money got to do with it? I am buying clothes for My princess and you keep your wallet at home!” Once again He showed authority over me and i ADORED it! We went to H&M, he chose several sets of clothing for me that i had to try one piece after piece and show Him how it looked on me. i obediently did so and after i had tried everything on, He told me: “now you will do the following and I will not take NO for an answer: You will pick the 2 pairs of trousers/jeans, the 2 shirts and the 2 t-shirts you like best and you will give those to me!” i could not believe what was happening. He took them, paid for them, and then came back to me with the shopping bag. i was not even allowed to carry it. He felt that was His job, carrying His gift for His princess. Can you even begin to imagine how liberating that moment was for me, little precious one? My Man buying stuff for me, but also being interested in what i liked? Being supportive and telling me how gorgeous i was looking?

As you will understand by now, my little brother, my Husband has been capital in my life and i cannot imagine life without Him. Sometimes i think about how time has flown by these 23 years and how amazing it has been. When i think about how we probably only have another 25/30 years together before one of us dies, i get in a complete state of panic and i don’t want to live anymore.

Isn’t that gorgeous? Baldwin is such an open-hearted angel, and Master M is the prototypical Apex Protector Alpha, calm and confident, full of power and wisdom.

Baldwin shared a bit that shows how they share a love of the finer things in life:

i’m sorry my last answer was brief: i was shopping at Primark when i read it. My Master ordered me to go shopping there and get some extremely slutty summer gear. i think/hope He will be pleased with what I got: a very tight pink singlet (xs), pink shorts, 10 pairs of pastel colored sneaker socks from the ladies department (i have very small feet, luckily) in the colors pink, lilac, neon yellow, orange and mint green. And a lot of stuff for personal grooming. My Husband only allows me to go shopping at Primark for clothes that are not work related or for when we visit His family. i don’t have any contact with my parents since they cut off all ties 13 years ago. you will guess their reasons for it, brother. In those situations i am allowed to wear clothes and shoes from Zara.

My Husband only wears very expensive brands, both for clothes and shoes. He feels that this helps other people to see the difference in status between us: the Alphamale in expensive clothes, His faggot/bitch in cheap slutty gear. He also demands i always wear my engagement ring and wedding ring on my left ring finger and my rose gold slave ring on the right. He also makes me wear a slave necklace clearly displayed in public. In bed and during BDSM sessions i wear ones in leather, during the day i get to wear metal ones with heavy locks. Also he makes me wear feminine accessories in public: last week He got me a pastel light green backpack and a pink wallet that i always have to have with me when we go outside. He loves this forced feminization on His faggot and I adore Him for forcing this on me: anything to please Him and make Him feel proud and superior!

Last night Baldwin and I shared a five-hour phone conversation (Master M was out of town on business) during which we shared intimate stories along with many laughs and tears. In that conversation Baldwin shared a darling story about dolls that so clearly demonstrates his Master Husband’s incomparable Apex Alpha wisdom. They are both beyond description.

I couldn’t wait to share this story with the world. I want Alphas and faggots alike to know with confidence that complete, life-long fulfillment and happiness can happen when we accept our truth and live it honestly!

If this story doesn’t accomplish that lofty goal, then I have at least gained a new brother and lifetime confidante. I thank my dear Baldwin and his glorious Master M for sharing their truth with me!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the Alphahood of Apex Alpha Master Ursus, a straight Alpha who has been owning and using faggots since high school. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve been enthralled with Master Ursus ever since he first showed up on my radar. From his first words it was clear that he has a deep appreciation for Hierarchy and an understanding of faggot ownership. He strongly reminds me of Sir Titus in that respect. Both are Men in the most excellent meaning of the word.

Master Ursus graced me with a bit more information about the origin of his Alphahood, and, like everything he’s said so far, it proved to be quite illuminating.

Hey Samfag,

Had a rainy Sunday here so I had some time to read more of your site and profiles.  Reading all that gave me a lot of ideas and I will share some as I have time.  

One thing you are absolutely right about and I have known for a very long time is how natural and genetic the hierarchy is.  As a kid I was the type who always kind of bossed my friends around, decided what we were doing, etc.  Suggested we play POW/torture games, or fool around, whatever.  I had taken a faggot by the start of high school, of course didn’t call him that or even understand what was going on.  As school went on and I started going to parties and stuff, I noticed guys who would hang out around us jocks and seemed to be a bit servile.  And there were rumors about so and so is sucking off this guy on the LAX or football team or whatever, though no one ever knew about my fag.  Then I read somewhere the reason men have nerve endings in their fuckholes and prostate and women don’t is that when we were hunter gatherers, the only way lesser males could stay with an Alpha male and his harem was to be another hole for him to use, and if they were lucky, they could sneak their DNA into a female when the Alpha wasn’t looking and pass it along.  Then it all made sense to me.  

Ever since, I think I have been pretty damn good at spotting and hunting fags.  Easiest of course in an institutional setting where you can see fags interacting with others, universities, military, workplaces, but a keen eye can spot them just about anywhere.  As you point out often, the direct approach works best.  These days no one is going to punch you if you get it wrong, but I rarely do.  Was really the years I was in a war zone that honed my confidence and skill in picking guys out and making them mine.  It was during that time that I also honed in on another point you often make, smell matters!  

I can’t articulate it, but I believe I can smell faggots.  I can definitely smell other alphas, and I know how much smell means to faggots, but I think in close quarters I can sniff out a fag.  Maybe it is the absence of a smell or maybe faggots make their own inferior pheromones, I can’t say, but I believe it is true.  Case in point is one of my pandemic dicksleeves.  He just finished college but last year volunteered a little on a project I help direct.  He asked me to mentor him on a few things and I agreed, mistakenly thinking he was an alpha, but a good guy I wanted to help.  I tend to be more the mentor/coach/big bro type with my fags.  He is tall (6’5), toned, and was a track star in college until pandemic, but don’t judge a book by its cover.  He is very good looking and turns men and women’s heads wherever we go, not your stereotypical faggot.  He would get close to me when we were together (which we all noticed more during pandemic) and I could tell he was trying to smell me.  Once I started using his holes, it became apparent the smells were important to him and he would talk to me about it.  One day a while back when he arrived to my house, he immediately begged to smell my balls.  Usually it took a while for that to happen.  I laughed at him, but he just said they smell “powerful” and he need to smell them ASAP.  I let him and a minute later he was on my couch ass up, back arched, begging for my DNA.  Faggothood is in the mind.  This guy has a huge (probably 9+) thick cock and lime-sized balls, but he is my fag, and I have never gotten an alpha scent off of him.  I didn’t cunt him until long after I had been fucking his holes, but it was special and really changed him, and I didn’t even know the word ‘cunting’ at the time.  

This is getting too long but there is another fag I have had for a very long time who is particularly entranced by smell.  I took him when he was a freshman in college and I had just finished school and was working.  He is married now 15+ years later, but whenever I am back in that city I see him and cunt him.  He always texts and says how much he misses me, and as soon as I see him each time I make sure I am a little musky.  I always give him a scent when we first meet up and it turns him into a fagzombie with a self-lubricating puss.  I just rub a couple fingers around my manhole and under my balls, full of DNA and leaking pheromones, and rub it around under his nose and push it in his mouth.  Just that triggers something in his brain and he is a mumbling mess until I fuck his eyes back in his head.  

I will write back when I have some time.  I have some thoughts/questions on fag care.  Reading other’s profiles I was happy that I found myself a caring and thoughtful Alpha, but also didn’t like how some Alphas were treating their fags.  Maybe it is because I have never had live in fags for more than a couple weeks due to lifestyle, travel, houseguests etc.  I assume you don’t need to discipline free range fags as much as live-in ones.  

His thoughts on scent and scent training feel like they’re just barely touching surface of the deep waters of his understanding on the subject. Same with faggots.

Alpha scent is barely understood except by Alphas and faggots within the Hierarchical dynamic. Believe me, I’ve done a lot of personal research into Alpha scent (LOL) and I can confidently say that Master Ursus is right about the unique power of Alpha scent. I love that he would wipe his hand over his taint and balls and then wipe it forcefully over the faces of his property. Claimed forever!

It’s such a privilege to know Men like Master Ursus or Sir Titus. Until the day comes when they open my holes, may they continue to open my mind with their intellects!

I hear about it every week, how I shouldn’t glorify or discuss the seedier and morally-debatable aspects of Hierarchical mechanics. “You endorse rape!” they scream at me from the safety of their computer keyboard.

But if we’re honest, we must admit that sex and sexuality between Men is complicated and raw. It definitely cannot be neatly packaged or pigeonholed. The Alpha/fag dynamic of Hierarchy is Male sexual mechanics at its most extreme and volatile. Of course it’s going to be messy in every way imaginable … and also controversial.

The following experience from a brother named Kyle.

Where I’m at there are a lot of spots that are frequented by guys looking for sex. It’s also a spot where alphas/straight guys can use faggots in a discreet NSA way.

A few days back I went to a local spot and saw this younger twink sucking off an muscular alpha who was definitely a few years older than the twink. Because I also enjoy to watch and listen to other guys I watched them for a bit.

This alpha finally told the fag twink he was to bend over so he could fuck his ass, but the twink was apprehensive and said a couple times he didn’t want to get fucked. But the alpha being an alpha bent the twink and took his ass anyway. The faggot did struggle a little as well as say no.

I knew what was happening, but preferred to watch the faggot get used as it should be. It’s like nature taking its course.

By any modern definition, the twink was raped.

But here’s the hard truth: as males, we know deep down that this is how it’s supposed to happen. Alphas grabbing faggots and using them at will.

Kyle could’ve become indignant and tried to stop the Alpha from “raping” the faggot. He could’ve expressed moral outrage.

But he didn’t. He watched it happen while silently nodding his head in solidarity with the moment.

“As it should be.”

This post is part of a thread following the service of a faggot named Noel who has become enslaved by a powerful Latino Alpha known as Master CT. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

First, let me say that Latino Men are naturally among the most dominant on Earth. But Latino ALPHAS? Just forget about it. Black and Latino Alphas rule the world. The Latino Men I have served have been so aggressive that it still rattles me after all of these years (and I’ve been raped!). Any faggot attempting to serve them needs to be ready for anything.

I open that way to prepare you for the wild experience a fag brother related to me last night.

I’m naming this faggot “Noel” in order to preserve his anonymity. Noel has been hiding from his faghood for many years, but ultimately (as I often preach here) the truth cannot be denied.

I wanted to put in the subject line “Advice for a new fag” but that’s not quite right. I think I’ve probably been a faggot forever, and I’ve been in denial for about as long and afraid to say those words. But now, because of your site, I’ve started to not only accept the idea but have started to identify myself that way to dom / top / alphas and I’ve used the phrase I learned from you: “may I serve you?” Or other variations that make clear I’d like to be of service. I’ve not been successful every time, but doors have opened that were previously closed. No doubt about that.

I’m very proud of Noel for putting these things into practice. It takes guts and studious effort, but incredible things can result from it, as we are about to see …

Last weekend I met an Alpha. He knows I’m writing to you (and knows your site, too) and instructed that I refer to Him as Master CT. He is a powerful, muscular Latino man in His 30s, bearded, handsome, deep voice, and confident. After meeting online,He gave me instructions to come to His apartment and perform some chores. Before arriving He instructed me on what to bring.— some detergent and other laundry supplies.

When I arrived at His apartment, He told me to come in, take off my shoes and then had me kiss His ring and then get on my knees and kiss His feet. It was strange, disorienting, and exciting. I’ve never been in a situation like that before. Next, He gathered His laundry and showed me what I needed to do to operate the washer/dryer, and then had me clean His dishes in the kitchen. I did as I was told, it’s why I was there, yet I also found myself wondering, “Why am I doing this? This is so weird.” Yet, I did it without question. More so, I was nervous and wanted to perform the task well, to His satisfaction.

As I was finishing He called me to the bedroom where He was standing shirtless in His underwear and told me to take off my shorts (only) and get on my knees. Then, He told me to smell his crotch. And inhale deeply. Sam, the smell was so powerful, sweet, indescribable. Next He took off his underwear and held my head so that my nose was buried in His pubes. The smell was even stronger, better, and I felt like I was being marked somehow. I wanted to lick His balls and take His soft, plump dick in my mouth but somehow knew that was not His will and was not allowed.

After marking me with His scent He gave me a bottle of massage oil and laid down on His stomach and instructed me to massage His muscular back, then hard butt and strong legs. The chance to be this close to a man like this, and to touch Him was such a privilege. I also realized that as excited as I was to be rubbing down this incredible Alpha, I was not hard but I was incredibly turned on. Again I though, “This is weird” but I didn’t want to stop.

Master CT then rolled onto his back, exposing again his huge cock which was still mostly soft. He instructed me to continue massaging His quads, then calves, then feet. As I did, Master CT asked me if I understood what a privileged faggot I was. When I said “Yes Sir” and “Thank you, Sir” I noticed that His cock would get a little harder. It was so tantalizing but I still somehow knew that I was not allowed to touch Him unless invited.

When He had enough of me rubbing His feet and legs, He told me to lay down beside Him and suck His nipple. I was SO excited now, yet still soft myself. His bulging pecks and perfect chest muscles were the first thing that attracted me when I saw His picture online. Now, after offering myself and submitting, my mouth was on His chest and I was licking His nipple! I must have moaned a little because that’s when He put my hand on his uncut cock which was now a raging hardon. I couldn’t see it with my mouth glued to His chest, but by the feel it was as big around as a beer can and at least eight but probably nine inches long. He told me to stroke His cock, which I did excitedly, stroking faster while sucking His chest even harder.
As I repositioned my hand from the base of His dick closer to the top I could feel the slick wet of precum on downstrokes when the head of his cock must have been partly exposed with the foreskin pulled down. This only made me more excited, sucking harder and stroking faster until I heard him moan, then felt a splash of warm cum hit my face, and He grabbed my hand to stop stroking, which I did but I was allowed to keep holding His dick which I could feel throbbing as it unloaded five or six more shots of creamy clear cum onto his chest and stomach until the last of His load was dribbling down His dick onto my hand.

Then, He grabbed a handful of napkins and told me to clean Him up. I was about to start licking the cum, but He said no and told me to use the napkins. I obeyed.

After that, He told me to get dressed, gave me some final instructions for the dryer along with some recycling to take out when leaving. Lastly, He told me to kiss His ring, and get out.

What an incredible first experience! Master CT is clearly a seasoned and experienced owner of faggots!

Noel was confused by some of what happened (or didn’t happen) during the encounter, so I tried to explain it this way:

It sounds like Master CT is very powerful and extremely dominant. He knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it.

I also agree with you that he’s clearly experienced. I can tell by the way he seems to be subverting your expectations and hopes while focusing your attention on SERVICE FIRST. I absolutely love this. It’s an advanced training technique. Master CT is most definitely a very powerful Alpha!

My first bit of advice is to try and continue to follow your instincts to obey him to the letter. Don’t run ahead of him. Simply do what he commands to the best of your ability and wait for his next instructions. You did that VERY well during your first encounter!

As for your second question, all I can say is there are some Alphas who refuse to give their Seed to faggots at all. I have talked to some Alphas like that, and they say their Seed is too precious to waste on faggots. My argument against this practice is simple: Nature designed cum to facilitate Male dominance over the recipient, so why not use that power on faggots who are born to be subjugated?

Now, it might be that Master CT is subverting your expectations regarding this as well in order to see if you’ll serve even if you are not given his loads. That’s entirely possible, and it’s delicious to consider that possibility (at least as delicious as his cum!). I hope this is true and that he secretly plans to breed and feed you. Breeding cements the power dynamic between a Man and his faggot forever.

I am beyond excited for you, brother! You have found the type of Alpha that all faggots dream to serve! Just open yourself completely to his control and focus on each task he assigns as if your life depended on it. Allow Master CT to guide and mold you into the perfect faggot!

I meant every word of that. Apex Alpha Masters like Master CT command every breath, every blink, every thought. They see through faggots like we are made of glass. There is no avoiding the truth while in their presence.

Noel is well on his way to becoming the owned property of a stunning Apex Master. I fully hope Master CT plans to cage, collar, and cunt Noel, thereby completing the natural process of complete ownership.

And, most of all, I hope Master CT secretly intends to feed and breed his new faggot eventually. After all, that is the reason why the balls of Men produce seed and cum in the first place, to claim property.

The true fruits of this new service arrangement still lie ahead, but what an amazing first encounter! Master CT sounds like the Latino God of every fag’s dreams!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It was an auspicious introduction.

Hey fag, you there? Alpha here with a point to make.

A lot of the time when you say ‘hierarchy’ you really mean ‘imperium’. Not all the time, but sometimes. And I think the distinction is a good one to make. Hierarchy is about superiority. One better than the other. Imperium is about control, about domination.

Imperium comes from ancient Rome, it describes the field over which one exercises authority. It is the expansionist philosophy of the rulers of the world.

WOW! What an opening statement! I’ve said it a billion times – intelligent, thoughtful Alphas win over body AND mind! I had to know more.

What I discovered is a burgeoning gay Apex Alpha named Phillip. He has been called “King” by his owned faggots in the past, hence his name here.

Then he began telling me about his overall life thus far in owning and using faggots:

Dominating other guys has been a recurring theme in my life for a long time; since high school.

About seven years ago, though, it hit a fever pitch and I started to discover a whole new side of myself. I’ve been playing the Alpha/fag game off and on since but I haven’t ever fully owned a faggot. I’ve gotten close several times but my life is busy and owning one of you takes time. I haven’t been able to explore more until now. So I mostly stuck to subs, not slaves or faggots, for this reason.

Another reason is that I have been almost exclusively interested in sexual service so far. Domestic service isn’t something I’ve ever received and only recently realized I can get if I want it. Also FinDom isn’t something I’ve done but several subs I’ve had have told me I would make a great Cash Master. So that’s where I’m at right now: about to set out on a fag hunt after a long hibernation.

Although in that opening King Phillip makes it sound like he isn’t really a Master of faggots, he immediately contradicted that with much of what he’s done already:

I bloomed a little late, I think I was 21, but I honed my skills quickly.

I’ve been mulling over a proposition, lately. Another Alpha offered to let me train one of his fags, and I’m considering it. I’ve talked to him for a few years, and he and I have used the same faggot before – never together. The only reason I would turn down the offer is I sense he’s less than trustworthy.

But his faggot is cute. And very broken in that erotic way faggots are. The Alpha, his name is Tom, called me a few times and had me speak to this faggot, who was bound and servicing him for the night. I’m good at working my way into a faggot’s mind, the control that creates is what gets me off.

He says he calls me up like that because he wants the faggot worked up, but I always got the sense he couldn’t do what I did himself. The last faggot this guy and I shared chose me over him, though. It soured our friendship, he got a little competitive. It did make me feel great though, one of his faggots leaving his service because of me and giving me his collar.

During our discussion of King Phillip preparing to take ownership of a new faggot, he asked me if I had any advice for him. It was then that I used the term “firm benevolence” for the first time to describe what I believe to be the critical-yet-harmonious poles of faggot ownership.

Strict benevolence may win out, though haha.

And thus, once again, Alpha wisdom and insight improves a faggot! The new concept became “strict benevolence” for good! (Thank you, Master!)

As far as power is concerned, King Phillip is not lacking. Here was a recent example he shared:

The fag that had submitted itself to me last night and promised to make his holes available for ownership fucking bailed. No contact whatsoever. It was poor behavior.

I went on Grindr, found a bottom, had him over to my new apartment, and decided that this was my faggot. I fucked his face for a good long while (he didn’t advertise as kinky but when you see it, you know it) and wrecked his hole for about 40 mins on my bed.

Afterwards, I asked him about his life and gave him advice, we talked for a long while and he kept staring in my face in that submissive way, with big open eyes that are eager to receive things; orders, cock. He is one of those that has the desire to serve but doesn’t have a master. That connection couldn’t be made without showing him that I can see through that. And that happens with advice and wisdom. And with making him aware that I know he wants to submit.

Startling, unlimited power! What I love is King Phillip’s attention to aftercare. Like a good salesman, aftercare is the “cool down” phase of the sales process where you reassure the customer/faggot that they made the right decision.

In the case of faggots, aftercare only deepens King Phillip’s hold on its soul.

I also love King Phillip’s appreciation of the fact that worship is the key element, and every faggot can be useful.

The last time I was exploring my Dom side, I had two cocksuckers, who I didn’t own, but who were definitely under my control. One was a tall thin business major (college town) I used to facefuck in his apartment in between home and work. He called me King and used to rub my feet after sucking me off, my cum in his hair. I saw him in public a few times and he would bow his head to me slightly, blushing and looking downwards. He was forbidden to be higher than my cock when we were alone. I guess that lesson transferred.

The other one wasn’t as pretty, so he serviced me with the lights out. He was the one I’ve probably cunted most. I would order him to be ready, come to his apartment, and rape his mouth and cunt open over and over until my balls were empty. He whimpered loud and loved it when I sneered at him. And my favorite part was leaving, after I delivered some aftercare, because he was always so worshipful. He wanted it badly, and even when I wore him out totally he was sort of sad to see me go. He valued the strict ruthless power I had over him.

King Phillip has a large cock over seven inches, and decorated by two of the most beautiful balls I’ve ever seen. And with this equipment and his power, he has successfully cunted multiple faggots. I thought he had some interesting thoughts on that:

It’s like putting a collar on a faggot, except this collar is inside their deepest, tenderest place. It feels like power.

He describes the effects of cunting on his faggots:

Mixtures of elation, addiction, and anxiety. One I cunted once, like, six years ago still flirts with me and fawns over me occasionally. He loves to recount to me what I felt like inside him, and can’t help himself but tell me how extraordinary I am. It’s extreme, no doubt. But they love it and I love it. And I love owning a piece of their will.

Cunting is important to King Phillip, because he doesn’t cage his faggots until after they’re cunted.

I can’t tell you what it means to me to discover extraordinary young Apex Alphas like King Phillip in the world! Men like him rule with both body and mind.

I am so grateful that King Phillip reached out to share his insight and his life with me! LONG LIVE THE KING!

Hierarchy is so intrinsic and interwoven into the lives of human beings that it’s almost hard to see. It’s like swimming in the ocean; you only see the water splashing immediately around your head, and not the vast expanse that surrounds you everywhere for miles.

That’s one of the motivators of a site like this one. I am laser-focused on drawing attention to the Hierarchical truths embedded at a near-genetic level in all of our lives. Understanding and accepting these truths is critical to finding fulfillment and, ultimately, peace.

At the outset, my goal was to reach and inspire young people. They are, after all, the next generation to rule or serve in our world. But along the way I’ve met many older ones who stumble across the message of this site and suddenly experience what I call “the lightbulb moment” – that shocking “a-ha” moment when everything suddenly snaps into place and the light of Hierarchical truth illuminates the darkest and most confusing places in their lives.

When they come to me, they are often so astounded that they even struggle to express their joy. Many experience overwhelming relief after so many years of struggling with their sexuality or their purpose. And let me tell you, there is no amount of money that can reward me better than hearing these lost ones finally come to the truth. I’ve often compared this site to a lighthouse on a cliff overlooking a dark and stormy sea. These lost ones are the reason why the light stays on here, and always will.

The latest example of this came this weekend in the form of a comment left on a post here on the site. It’s from a faggot brother named Vinny. This is what he said:

Hi, Sam. Just wanted to drop you a line to say … Thank You!, Thank You! Thank You for ending 30 years of anger, bitterness and hatred.

I’ll explain. Thirty years ago I was working seasonal hours for the U.S. Postal Service in a busy mail facility after my day job. Management and coworkers liked and respected me…all but one. There was an older guy in his mid to late 40’s who was a seasonal worker as well (I was 30 at the time). He approached me on the job, out of the blue and commanded me, very rudely to perform a task for him. I ignored him and continued with what I was doing. I was thinking to myself what a prick he was and tried to avoid him going forward. That didn’t help. Every time he saw me he tried to order me around commanding me to do tasks not only for him but for other workers as well. These other guys always gave him an odd look and told him they can handle it. I guess they all thought he was a shithead too.

One day this asshole followed me into the restroom. We were the only people in there. He leaned up against the sink and said to me in a whisper with a smirk on his face “Hey, why are you so skinny?” I was fucking pissed! I wanted to charge at him and clock him across the jaw. The asshole was getting personal now and I needed to get away from the son of a bitch. I left the restroom in huff. I asked management if there were any other spots available outside of this facility. There was and I was transferred.

As I said that was 30 years ago but I kept playing that experience in my head for 30 years and it enraged me to think about it. I would fantasize about what could’ve happened if I had stood up to the prick but those fantasies just made me more angrier as I felt like a pussy. I’ve always been submissive but never felt so low before. All of those hurtful, hateful feelings have disappeared thanks to you and your wonderful, informative and enlightening site. I came upon your website accidentally through YouTube. I saw a thumbnail of an incredibly handsome guy with a beard and thought I’d check it out. In the video you were interviewing a guy named Alpha Jay. The content of the interview made me curious so I thought I’d visit your site and see what is was all about. I’m glad I did. I read stories about “Hierarchy”, classifications of Alphas and faggots and personal experiences from your readers.

After processing this information I realize now I’m a faggot and the guy at my job was an Alpha who recognized what I was. I understand perfectly now! It’s all clear! The Alpha was just trying to follow the natural order of things and use me as his faggot. This realization got me interested in learning more about myself, the faggots and Alpha men. There are some great literature out there on the subject and faggot training videos to allow conditioning and programming into the faggot mind. I watch those videos a lot. As I mentioned earlier, I used to fantasize about standing up to the guy now I fantasize how I should have behaved the first time he gave me an order. I would have jumped to my feet (I was kneeling at the time working a bottom shelf) and said “Yes Sir! Right away Sir!” performed the task and hurried back over to him for more orders to obey. I even imagined going to his place after work and pampering him with a neck rub and foot massage while he humiliates me the way he did with the “weight” comment in the restroom. These new fantasies cause me to masturbate furiously. I think of new scenarios about myself and this Alpha each time I get myself off.

You have no idea, Sam the weight you removed from my head with your website. I now have a different perspective of my life and get through my daily routines without a negative thought regarding the Alpha. I hesitated writing this to you for the longest time out of embarrassment but you need to be aware how helpful your website is in helping Alphas and faggots like myself understand our true nature.

By the way, I cannot say I missed an opportunity to be the Alpha’s fag as I was in a three year committed relationship with a great guy and wouldn’t have changed that. The three years have developed into thirty four years (this month) with the same wonderful guy. We are legally and happily married now and I will not change a thing. My husband is the one in charge and I’m submissive. He is a Dom and I am a sub but there’s still a natural order for the two of us. Thanks again Sam and keep up the great work! You’re very important! Cheers! – Faggot Vinny –

I can’t tell you how wide my smile was after reading this! I was happy all day thinking about the effect of Hierarchy on the lives of all of us, and how just one bit of understanding about this truth can unlock the questions of an entire lifetime!

I’m so happy that my brother Vinny (not to be confused with my cousin – badum-bum-tiss) still managed to find an Alpha to serve and worship within the safety of a committed relationship! He deserves such completion and happiness! I also commend his Alpha husband for training up an amazing and insightful fag-wife!

I am so grateful to be in a special position to help steer people toward the light of Hierarchical truth! They look wonderful dancing for joy in it!

One of the best decisions I ever made for this site was the creation of a direct Q&A section very much like the old feature it had in its Tumblr days. It has allowed people the opportunity to anonymously ask me very personal questions or safely relate wild experiences to me. I’ve met some incredible people through it (like Alpha Jaguar) that continue to inspire me to this day.

Last night my inbox was blessed by another remarkable Alpha who calls himself Ursus. That name is significant, because “ursus” refers to a genus of the family ursidae (bears) that includes brown bears and polar bears (side note: I fucking LOVE intelligent Alphas who test me this way!). The name alone tells us a couple of significant things about Alpha Ursus – he’s a bear, and he’s smart.

And he’s also an Apex predator.

Here’s the scintillating tale he shoved into my little box last night (wink):

I only found this site a couple days ago and have been reading quite a bit.  It’s given me a lot of ideas and vocabulary on things I have known and done for a long time.  Thanks.  

I was going to write about how I came to know I am an Apex Alpha now that I know what one is, but I am a little worried about how much information you publish about people you correspond with, so wanted to see how it works first.   But anyway, finding your site had good timing.  Faghunting in the wild has been difficult because of covid and I hadn’t caught one since last summer until couple weeks ago.   A friend who’s firm I do a lot of business with was having a party to open their new office (They’d been in there a long time but waited on the party b/c covid).  My friend ended up having a sick baby and didn’t come, and I didn’t know anyone else there all that well except to say hi to.  They had a boy and girl putting out food, opening wine bottles etc. 

The boy caught my eye immediately.  Total fag.  Posture, expression, movement, looks, clothes.  Very slim and tall, one of those ’hourglass’ shaped twinks, widest at their bony hips.  Longish hair, very cute, those drawstring pants with elastic cuffs pulled way up, showing off his little ass that was like two large mangoes with a deep valley.   I started talking with him.  Was in college, I think at the local CC, being all awkward and totally submissive.  I presented my bulge and he couldn’t take his eyes off.  I kept innocently touching him as we talked, getting my hand onto the small of his back a few times–and he arched it. I came back for another drink later and told him to meet me upstairs in 10 minutes.   

I waited upstairs and sure enough he came.  We went into one of the unfinished back offices that I sometimes set up my computer in when I was there.  I picked it because it had a heavy old leather love seat in it.   I pulled him in and shut and locked the door.  No one would come up there anyway.  As we stood, he reached to touch my cock but I pushed his hand away, put my hands on his shoulders (he is a lot taller than me) and pushed him down till he got the idea and sat on the carpet.  I pulled his head into my crotch and rolled his face around my full jockpouch.  I’ve mostly worn jocks for years since I was first in Iraq.  I got my pants down and let him lick the jockpouch.  I knew we had to be quick so I pulled it down and stuffed my now-hard cock into his mouth.  I let him lick it and work it a bit and then began to fuck his face.  

This is getting too long but basically he lost a little steam working my cock so I put him over the arm of the sofa, pulled his flimsy little pants and undies down, spit on his beautiful pussy and pushed in.  He and the situation had me so hot I busted in a minute or so, which was fine in the circumstance but I usually pride myself on lasting a long time when I am digging up such a nice twat.  I wiped my cock on the back of his undies and noticed him wiping his load out of the front of his briefs as he pulled them up.  haha.  

I got his number but he got all flaky on me before we were able to meet up again.  He definitely needs to be owned.  Many of the disorganized, flaky, undisciplined boys around here do.  I still don’t know who he was, it wasn’t a catering company or anything so him and the girl must have been kids or neighbors or something of someone who works there!  

So credit Alpha Ursus for coming up with the term “Fag Hunting In The Wild” that forms the title of this post! It’s a wonderful phrase that accurately describes exactly what happened in this instance.

The experience also really underscores a vital lesson for all Alphas. YOU HAVE THE POWER TO TAKE WHAT YOU WANT. A faggot is essentially a robot slave with two convenient, ever-ready sex holes and an overwhelming need to serve. Why would any Alpha ever hesitate to assert Alpha privilege when he spots a faggot in everyday life (i.e. “the wild”)?

Alpha Ursus found himself in a strange social situation, saw a faggot, and demanded service from it. Then he took it and used it. It cannot be any simpler or more natural than that.

I hear far too many Alphas say that they cannot find a willing faggot to use or own. Seriously? Faggots are literally everywhere, dying to serve. It literally takes a stare and a crotch rub, or an arm grab and a firm command, and an Alpha can have whatever he wants from a faggot.

Listen to the techniques Alpha Ursus used in his hunting of this faggot. The crotch rub, the hand in the small of the back, the direct command. It’s all right there, and it’s effortless.

Hunting faggots should be the easiest sport on Earth for any Alpha Male, but you won’t catch any if you never get into the woods and reconnect with your inner predator. Apex Alphas like Master Ursus are making trophy kills using simple, instinctual techniques.

Just as Nature intended!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This thread involves the rise of Alpha Jaguar, a frequent visitor to this blog who has chosen to share his experience as a straight Alpha who learned early about the usefulness of faggots. You can read all of his posts in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!

One of the truly awe-inspiring Alpha voices to ever appear on this site is that of Alpha Jaguar. He reminds me of Natural-Hung-Bull in that he’s a straight, married Apex Alpha predator who is also very thoughtful about the inner workings of his dominance. But whereas NHB falls on the side of a civilized predatory response, Alpha Jaguar is more in touch with the animal side of that same instinct.

It’s thrilling to me. Through Alpha Jaguar, I get to see Alphahood through the heightened senses of the world’s most potent conquerors.

His latest question hints at exactly the kind of raging Alpha Beast lurks beneath the façade.

I have become aware of something peculiar about myself.

Even though fags have thrown themselves at my crotch my entire life I do not really find fags attractive, to me they are means to an end (ie holes). I find there submission hot. I am however drawn to younger alphas who may or may not know themselves Yet. When I see these young studs I actually feel a charge through my body and my dick stirs. I want to throw them down, wrestle them into submission and fuck them till they can’t walk. I know if they get me horned up to a certain level nothing could stop it. I usually resist this as I don’t want be socially unacceptable or a rapist. On occasion I have even mentored some young guys, benevolently.

Still, I kind of guttural growled at a young alpha yesterday at a convenience store when he sized me up. It was very instinct based, he looked terrified, deflated, and left quickly. This is not a usual practice for me but rather just my natural reaction.

Is it weird that I like young alphas? What does it say about me? What are your thoughts? This is a very real question.

The two examples of Alpha instinct that Alpha Jaguar cites here are very real and quite natural. I’ve seen one much more than the other, but in the animal Kingdom these instincts are absolutely common in predatory animals.

The first instinct involves mentoring. Alphas have an ability to recognize brother Alphas (is it by smell? Visual cues? I don’t know.) and they pair up just like lions. Older Alphas look at younger, less experienced Alphas and they feel the need to mentor them. They truly do take this sacred and instinctual Alpha tradition of mentorship very seriously.

What is the value of this ancient mentorship program? Well, it preserves the meaning and power of Alphahood. It keeps the Alpha bloodline clean and protected. It also allows superior Men to test and improve each other; remember the old saying “by steel, steel itself is sharpened.” It’s something like why Men love to get together to play sports against each other, pushing themselves and the boundaries of other Men in order to grow in strength or knowledge. It’s instructive to watch Alphas in a gym setting, with each one pushing the next to lift more weights, mock each other for failures, wrestle and play and ultimately share personal things with each other. These great predators of equal power, confident in their place within the Hierarchy together, help each other to become better Alphas. This Alpha brotherhood is rarely discussed (mainly because so few of us are in the club), but it is very real.

Now the second example Alpha Jaguar provides is even juicier. His “growling” at a younger Alpha who was sizing him up is ABSOLUTELY a predatory instinct found among virtually all land-based mammals. It is essentially a non-verbal “laying down of the law” by the older Alpha Jaguar, letting the younger Alpha know that his “territory” of Alphahood is not to be supplanted or disrespected.

I love how Alpha Jaguar expresses these experiences with a sense of surprised wonder at the behaviors rising up inside himself. “Where is that coming from?” he asks himself. It’s simply the inner animal with Alpha Jaguar erupting from beneath the veneer of the civilized family Man he lives as every day. I believe all Men are suppressing this instinct to some lesser degree, but for Alphas the urges are almost uncontrollable. Mainly because Alphas are not born to be controlled.

SIDE NOTE: Alpha Jaguar started his question with the following paragraph that lends some vital background about where he is coming from with his Alphahood and his enhanced understanding of it.

I appreciate your service, as you helped me to understand myself better and not be ashamed of my natural predatory nature. This I wouldn’t have gotten from general society, so I’m thankful to know that there is a something deep within our evolutionary makeup to explain and that I’m not alone. I believe you have helped me to make myself a better man and even father, as I can gently make love to my wife without hurting her because I know that I can use any fag who wanders into my hunting range to express my aggression and rage, and they will like it! Never really thought about it much before I found your website but makes sense to me now. 

This is the key. Alpha Jaguar has discovered this incredible power within himself that explains the rest of his life prior to understanding it. These new discoveries have given added dimension to his life.

And I love this great Alpha predator more for it. Thank you, my Animal King!

This is another entry in the incredible life of Apex Alpha Sir Titus. For all of his true stories, CLICK HERE to read them in chronological order!

So I received a fair amount of thrilled feedback from readers after my recent entry about the return of Sir Titus after a stint of service in the military. Many were curious about his new arrangement in Montana and this new wealthy sugar daddy cash fag bankrolling his new living situation.

Well Sir Titus told me an extensive true story about his first trip to meet the cash fag and see the new place with his two faggots (who are no longer serving) from several months ago.

If you’re unfamiliar with the stories of Sir Titus, buckle up.

I enjoyed my claimed fags here in Georgia, but I’m looking forward to Montana. I prefer Midwest boys to southern boys. I know – I got to sample while I was out there.

So I asked him more about this first trip out to Montana with his two faggots (mentioned in the previous article).

Fag Steve owns a ranch home outside of Missoula. How we met is a story for another time.

He flew me and my two claimed fags to spend some time up there in beautiful “big sky country”. My fags left a few days earlier because they had school to come back to, but I was able to spend a couple extra days there. Fag Steve arranged a dinner party of sorts; him, me, and three of the local guys he was familiar with through various channels. The guys who showed up were all early to mid 20s and judging by the way they looked at me when I met them, that’s when things clicked about the type of dinner party it was meant to be.

Mid dinner. I got up, saying that I had to “go use the bathroom”, but I actually went to my room, stripped completely naked, and then came back to the dining room like nothing was any different. That’s how you control the energy in a room. One of them finally got the courage to ask if I wanted my cock sucked. The other two looked pissed that they weren’t so bold first. Fag Steve just looked amused. I told him no, that I wanted to finish my steak, but he could worship my feet. (Total tangent, but the steaks fag Steve got were amazing. Tasted fucking fresh from the market).

I turned the conversation from the less mundane to the more direct. That’s when they told me about how they knew fag Steve, why they were there, etc.
In a way, I think it was a test of sorts on fag Steve’s part. Maybe not so much as a test, but an evaluation. It’s easy for someone to say that they are Alpha; it’s another to demonstrate it in action. For all fag Steve knew, I could be just another Alpha-for-pay, as we’ve all seen enough of those before. I felt like I was being observed, and since I actually enjoy displays of my Alpha skills, thought that I would further demonstrate “truth through action”.

After dinner, fag Steve cleaned up and I took the 3 fags into the living room because they each had brought me an offering. I’ll be honest, I chuckled a little to myself at the biblical allegory of being a savior gifted three times. I get it though. He’s offering his house and willing to pay a stipend to me, he probably wanted to make sure I was the real deal. You would’ve thought that the two fags from GA I brought and fucked in front of him would’ve demonstrated that, but it sounds like he arranged this prior to my trip there.

They gave me their gifts as I essentially interviewed them. Easier to ask questions (limits, kinks, turn-ons, etc.) before things heat up. I made them strip for me, and it’s a good thing they were cute because none of them could dance. Haha I got a metal cock ring, rubber ball stretcher, and fresh bottle of poppers. I let the ones who gave me the cock ring put it on me, I put the ball stretcher on myself, and the four of us went outside to the jacuzzi to chill, relax, and talk some more. I knew they wanted to get down to business, but you know how I am: I was going to make them wait as long as possible. Haha.

So for the sake of simplicity, I’ll refer to the 3 fags as Irish, Ass, and Pretty. Irish because he was a pasty ginger with the milkiest skin, Ass should be self explanatory for the Wrangler-wearing fag, and Pretty because he was one of those guys who is so well groomed, I just wanted to ruin him.

The four of us sat in the jacuzzi and relaxed as the sun went down. If you’ve never seen a Montana sunset, it is truly something spectacular to behold, even in the cold winter. Amazing colors in a big open sky. We shot the shit as I had my legs spread wide over the laps of Ass and Pretty. They massaged my legs (after some hesitation since they didn’t know what was/wasn’t acceptable) as Irish fondled slowly my cock and balls that were pulled in the stretcher. None of it was with a purpose or anything other than pure worship and adoration. Fag Steve brought us drinks and I sipped my whiskey-sour.

We talked about their lives, their majors, and their experience as subs/fags. Irish was in an open relationship that was loving but devoid of service opportunities. Pretty had a sugar daddy who fawned over his every need, so similarly, he was there to fulfill his need to give. Ass had probably the most experience as a service fag, having transitioned from power bottom to faggot. Faggot Steve just sat back and watched. He did not engage in our conversation unless he was directly spoken to or told to get us something. I love meeting new people and extrapolating “profiles” of them.

When I had a pretty good idea of the pieces on the board based on their true natures and not just the masks they wore during polite dinner conversation, I asked which one of them wanted to kiss me. All three raised their hands immediately. Irish was positioned best so I said he could kiss me first. He scooted forward, thinking I meant on the lips, so I pushed him back with a foot. I lifted my legs up on the edge of the jacuzzi so my cock was poking out over the water, nodded to it, and told him to kiss me. Ass and Pretty just watched as he did exactly as he was told. I pointed that out to the others because when you’re training in a group like that, the focus of training can be taught to the others directly. As I started oozing precum, I had Irish share it with the other two by kissing them. I think they enjoyed their “dessert”. Haha

I finally gave them permission to share my cock with some very specific guidelines.

– I was to be sucked, not sucked off.

– They were to share.

– Only one cock mattered: mine. They were not to touch themselves.

I basically just laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed 3 eager mouths as they worked my cock. I took notes here and there of which ones gave better head, which ones seemed to improve, the usual stuff. I closed my eyes and it was sunset.

I opened them again and the sun had already gone down and the back porch was lit by dim fairy lights. I was properly edged and it was time to play “cock potato”, which is basically “hot potato” but with my cock in their mouth. I stood up (not without difficulty since the whiskey had hit a little harder than I expected) and fag Steve timed 20 seconds for each of them to try and make me cum. They thought they each had an equal chance, but I have pretty good cum control and knew exactly which one was going to get my load. This is the level of an Apex: to know exactly how to motivate and improve your fags. An Alpha plays checkers; an Apex plays chess.

It wasn’t going to be Ass because I knew that if he didn’t get it, he would be inspired to work harder to get my next one. It wasn’t Irish because his cocksucking skills needed some work. After a few rounds, I had Pretty on my dick. I grabbed him by the back of his head and forgetfully deep throated into him. He panicked a little but I didn’t let go. It was particularly hard for him to learn to submit, but it was also so the other two could understand that resistance truly was futile.
When I felt his throat relax a little, that change in tension was all I needed to cum. He swallowed most of my cum, but I held back a little as I pulled out, leaving the last shot or two for his face.
I stepped back to admire my work and told the other two to clean him up. It was like piranhas at feeding time.

Fag Steve, like a good faggot, was ready for me with a fresh towel. I let him dry me off as the 3 fags got out of the jacuzzi. I told them that they should go prep and do spot checks to make sure they were cleaned out deep before we moved inside. They practically tripped over each other trying to get to the bathroom. I let fag Steve suck my cock for a while as I finished my whiskey.

When the fags were all done prepping, I told each of them that I would give them 10 minutes of alone time with me in the bedroom. I wanted to see what they wanted and without the distraction of the others around.

Irish went first and as you can see, what he wanted to do was worship my cock (photo evidence provided to Sam). Ass and I wrestled a bit and he really got into sniffing and licking me all over. Pretty also wanted to suck my dick again. The power and effect of Alpha cum in his gut was very apparent. Eat your heart out, Jane Goodall; I was in my element making observations about fags in their natural habitats.

After they each had their one-on-one time with me, I went back into the living room to grab the poppers and the other two fags. The five of us went into the Master bedroom.

I’m about to go off on a rant right now. I hate condoms. I truly fucking hate condoms. They never fit right, they dull the feelings, and cumming inside one just doesn’t feel the same. That being said, despite all of us being on prep, Irish and Pretty asked that I wear one since Irish has a boyfriend and it is one of Pretty’s sugar daddy’s rules. Fag Steve is friends with Pretty’s SD too, so I wasn’t going to push there, and Irish was so timid, I didn’t want to scare him.

Ass had the right attitude when I asked him privately about it. He basically said, “men were meant to breed, so do what you feel you were born to do”.

To be honest, I remember how it started and I remember how it ended. Everything else was a blur of sweat and skin and cum. It started with Ass sitting on my face after I cracked open the bottle of poppers. Irish helped put the Magnum on me and Pretty sat on it, facing Ass so they could kiss as he adjusted. Supposedly I’m a “little” bigger than his SD. Irish was between my legs, licking at my balls which felt amazing since they were tight in the stretcher. Then like I said, the rest was a blur of grunts and moans and slapping skin on skin. I know Irish rode me next and the three of them did a good job switching things around.
I remember when the condom came off and it felt like my cock could briefly breathe again, even if it was for a few short moments before I fucked Ass. I remember my second load went in him.

We took a break and Irish was going to have to get back home soon since it was getting late. He went outside to have a post-sex smoke. I went out and joined him. I don’t usually smoke, but I needed something to mellow me out a little. I remember telling him that smoking was bad for him, taking the cigarette from his fingers, and claiming it as my own. Even with that, let me tell you: Montana in the winter at night is not pleasant. Fortunately, fag Steve had those heater umbrellas so we huddled under one of them. We talked, I did some psychological aftercare with him, made sure he was centered. One thing led to another and I ended up having him against the side of the house, my raw cock fucking him. I couldn’t cum (too cold and I knew that he and his boyfriend would’ve viewed breeding as truly crossing the line), but I did let him jack off until he sprayed his weak little fag cum on the ground. He sucked my dick clean, gave me a cigarette for later (a fag from a fag), and then left.

And then there were two. Ass and Pretty were making out when I got back into the room. Fag Steve was just watching from the corner where he had been sitting the whole time. I snapped my fingers and he went to get Gatorade for me and waters for the fags.

They asked me if everything was okay because I was out there for a while. They acted surprised when I told them I had just bareback fucked Irish. I reassured them that I didn’t cum and that the next load was for one of them. I put Pretty on his knees sucking my dick and Ass rimming me. Fag Steve came back and, this I found funny, Pretty asked him if he could get a Gatorade too. The minute fag Steve was out of the room, Pretty got up from his knees turned around, backed his ass onto my dick, and started fucking himself on my raw cock. Seems like Irish wasn’t the only reticent condom queen. Haha. He stopped when we heard fag Steve coming down the hall and went back to sucking my dick. Probably for the best because he turned me on so much by his ballsiness that I almost busted my nut, and if that has happened, fag Steve definitely would’ve seen.

Round 2 was more of the same blur. Fucking Ass raw, condom on, fucking Pretty, switching things up as fag Steve held the poppers for us and handed us drinks. There was a moment where I remember fucking Pretty doggy style and I was getting really hot and sweaty. I started chugging water and it started running down my body and collecting in the nape of Pretty’s arched back. Ass licked the water from me before drinking from the pool that collected in Pretty’s lower back. It was hot to see Ass so attentive. I’m definitely going to have to use him when I move there. After Ass was done “drying” us up, he got under Pretty in a 69 with him. I kept getting really close but just couldn’t cross that finish line; fucking condoms. I pulled out to catch my breath and leaned back to watch the fags sucking each other. From underneath, Ass gave me a kind of wave. As I leaned forward, he slipped the condom off of me and lined my cock up with Pretty’s hole. I didn’t really need the aiming assistance since he was pretty gaped already. From where faggot Steve was sitting, and with the low light of the room, he never could’ve seen me sliding in raw. Pretty told me later that he and Ass had already discussed this and the only reason he told me to use a condom was because he was afraid fag Steve would tell his SD. So I’m fucking Pretty raw and I feel his ass start to tighten. I’m all too familiar with this and know he’s about to cum. I feel his ass twitch and hear both him and Ass moan. I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to (which I didn’t) and I flooded his guts. When I pulled out, all of my cum and his juices splattered on Ass’s face and Ass immediately rimmed Pretty; this way it would appear as if I had cum on Ass’s face instead. Didn’t take long before Ass was whimpering about cumming so I shoved Pretty’s face down and made him taste Ass’s pathetic fag cum. I have to admit it was fun watching him retch a little in a way he didn’t do when taking my cum down his throat for obvious reasons.

When they were done, Pretty rushed off to the bathroom and Ass let fag Steve lick my cum off his face, which I thought was nice. I followed Pretty into the bathroom (again to make sure he was okay). He was a little shaken and nervous because he was afraid his SD would find out. This was when he told me about the plan for getting me to BB him. I told him he was fine and the two of us showered together. For being a fag I started off wanting to destroy completely, it was a pretty tender moment of reassurance.

Ass came in to tell us that fag Steve was getting tired and asked if I was too. To be honest, I was a little, but I was still horny because #alphaneeds. Pretty got dressed and left, leaving just me with Ass and fag Steve. Fag Steve asked if we needed anything else and I told him I was probably going to go have my other cigarette. He told me that Alphas shouldn’t smoke cigarettes, then proceeded to show me his humidor. Yes, this faggot had a fucking humidor.

The three of us went back onto the patio while I smoked, shooting the shit under the heaters. I got about halfway through a great sweet chocolate cigar but had reached my limit.

We all went inside and fag Steve told me he needed to set the alarm. (Tangent – why someone on a somewhat remote ranch with no neighbors needs an alarm system is beyond me). What this meant, however, was that Ass was either staying the night or leaving right then. He looked at me and I wish I could’ve bottled that look up.

I told fag Steve “he’s staying”.

So Ass and I took the Master bedroom (obviously) and fag Steve took the guest room adjacent to it. For the rest of the night, Ass and I talked, fucked, and had a proper breeding session. I wondered if faggot Steve was turned on by the noise we were making, but I think we both know the answer to that question. Haha.

May I remind you, all of that was just the first trip to check out the new fag-funded digs!

HOLY FUCK!

Granted, this is not the first monstrous Sir Titus fuck session I’ve covered here, but it’s different in that we see how Sir Titus uses Apex Alpha privilege to get exactly what he wants when he wants it. The control is unparalleled. He wields a group of faggots like a master magician, coaxing each one to perform tricks under his sure and steady hand.

His former faggot Cody has told me how amazing it feels to have Sir Titus’ huge cock pumping cum into its hole, and how Sir Titus has a neverending supply of it to feed his property.

Well it sounds like all of Montana will be swallowing liquid manna from his Apex Alpha cock very soon!

Site note: Sir Titus is now an editor here at FWA and will begin writing his experiences directly. He’s a gifted communicator, so I’m looking forward to what he writes going forward!

This is another entry in the incredible life of Apex Alpha Sir Titus. For all of his true stories, CLICK HERE to read them in chronological order!

There are three Apex Alphas that I consider to be touchstones for the perspective of this site. Two of them are gifted writers of true Hierarchical texts. GOD Natural-Hung-Bull is one of them. The other is the legendary Apex God Sir Titus.

During my first dalliance with him a few years ago, he leveled entire forests of Hierarchical understanding with his massive, extinction-level explosions of power. He redefined what was truly possible for an Apex Alpha – namely, anything and everything.

And then, in an instant, he disappeared into military service.

The debris of his catastrophic rampage settled over my life like bits of trees after a particularly violent storm. And there was a sad quiet, too. I never thought I would ever hear from him again.

As an experienced faggot, I’m accustomed to Alphas disappearing; it’s part of the job description for a faggot. But this loss ached. I had touched the soul of God in Sir Titus, and now that light was gone.

And then, like a transmission from an astronaut lost in deep space, I received a message from Sir Titus!

I saw your post, fag. I’m still around (kinda). Just been keeping a low profile after my Tumblr got shut down.

I’m good. Getting out of the military. Fucked up my knee pretty badly so getting a medical separation with tons of disability, so it’s a good thing.

Been getting ready to move. Going to U of Montana to finish my degree in physical therapy. Got a place all ready for me out there in big sky country.

You know I got back from Bahrain to here in Georgia, but then we kind of fell out of touch. I don’t agree with everything you post on the site, but I understand your reasoning for it and think the site does more good than harm. Since getting back, had two live in fags to train (first in July, second in September). I was on quarantine and they were out of school, so it made things VERY convenient for my needs.

So I asked more about the two live-in faggots he owned in Georgia.

The two fags I had living with me offered to pay me rent and give me money and I turned them down because I knew they couldn’t really afford it. They paid for groceries, but I handled the utilities and things because it impacted me less.

They handled my other needs which allowed me the freedoms to be the Alpha I am. It was the first time I had ever had two fags at once in this fashion and living with me, but it worked out because I put my foot down early and enforced the hierarchy. Because they abided by the law of nature, things worked out great. Hierarchy is the natural order.

Ahhhh … nobody understands the true application of Hierarchy better than Sir Titus! It was so refreshing to hear him say this!

Then, he mentioned how he used the Hierarchy podcast as a tool for training his two faggots! (Blush)

There were a couple I listened to with my fags as part of their training. I’d have them suck my dick while we’d listen and then quiz them afterwards to make sure they could multitask. It didn’t go so well at first. Haha. Whichever one answered more questions correctly got rewarded. Haha. You know me, you know how I train.

So then I needed to hear more about the new arrangements in Montana.

I’m going to miss my fags here. They served me well. Montana is going to be interesting since it’ll be the first time I’m living with a “sugar daddy” fag. I don’t know how else to describe him. Haha.

Okay, so there’s some backstory. There’s a wealthy faggot from LA who has a ranch/house outside of Missoula. He’s only there a few times a year. He’s letting me stay there rent free in a kind of “housesitting” arrangement. I’m also getting paid for it which, considering what tuition costs even with my GI Bill and disability, helps cut down costs. It means I don’t have to work while I’m in school unless I want to, and can focus on my education.

He’s a cashfag for other Alphas, so this is no different for him. He found me and asked if I was ever in LA or Montana. He flew me and my two fags up in January to check out the place. First time I ever flew first class without getting upgraded for being military.

Definitely different from anything I’ve done before, and I know I said I’d never take money from a fag, but the offer is too good to pass up. There are some caveats, but none I have an issue with.

Ugh. I hate when cashfags think they can make demands of the Alphas they serve! But these demands don’t seem outrageous (yet):

Only caveats are:

– when he’s in town, he’d like to have me let him service me uninterrupted which is fine

– he has cameras throughout the house (except in the toilet parts of the bathrooms) which I’m fine with. I don’t need privacy and I want him to know that I’m fucking fags in his house

– weekly Skype chats which I agreed to only if they were short

– make sure the mail is brought in

– and to not wash any rags I use for cleaning up cum

Pretty simple.

To be completely honest, I wrestled with it for a while. The idea of being given money seemed antithetical to the notion that an Alpha should be self sufficient.

I eventually settled on the fact that it’s a means to an end, and not some sort of control being done by the fag. The reality is that I could move there and be completely self sufficient.

However, it’s just like sex. I could jack off, but why not be worshipped?

I could live in a small apartment and live okay, but why do that when I could have this?

He’s absolutely right, of course. Alphas deserve such worship, Apex Alphas doubly so.

Then Sir Titus dropped this bit of solid gold truth he learned while training his two Georgia fags:

True, but women are more selective, and sometimes it’s easier to help the fags who haven’t yet accepted their place in the hierarchy understand their role. Some are just visual learners.

Some fags have to “come out” twice; first as gay, then as fags.

One of my boys had no issues with it. The other took some time. Everyone is on a different path. I just provided a place where he could admit his desires without being judged or made to feel guilt about it.

The other thing that helped was my first fag who was already with me. They bonded quickly and I didn’t interfere in that since I’m not fluent in speaking fag. Haha.

Honestly, no Alpha on the planet speaks “fag” better than Sir Titus. He is a Master of the highest order. For more evidence of this, feel free to read his mastery over his last faggot Cody before he disappeared (Cody’s Last Ride) or the absolutely essential post Terra Firma he wrote about faggot training.

There is simply no Alpha, Apex or otherwise, who can touch the supreme power of Sir Titus. He is the uninhibited forces of Nature distilled into the form of an ultimate Man.

For me, a little faggot forever on the ground, it feels good to have the light of this true god beaming down on me again!

Thank you always, Master!

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the things I preach emphatically to all Alphas is the use of Alpha privilege. What is that? It is the natural right all true Alphas have to take what they want.

Some people always push back and tell me I’m encouraging rape, blah blah blah. I’m not talking about rape, but rather the exertion of Alpha power to encourage inferiors to fulfill their natural purpose and take the inferiors to places they want to go. So, in my opinion, the exertion of Alpha privilege is part of reinforcement of Hierarchical principles that have been around since the dawn of mankind. When Alphas push their privilege, both the Alpha and the inferior experience Hierarchical fulfillment.

And also, magic happens.

For example, consider this shocking new experience from Master Cody. A simple trip to the coffee shop rapidly becomes an unforgettable example of what happens when an Alpha uses his privilege to take what he wants.

I went by a coffee shop Monday evening. No one else was in line.  The guy working the counter got so flushed all of a sudden. I love when they’re pale enough for me to see it.  I talked to him a few minutes and watched him get clumsy and forgetful.  He apologized and I told him don’t sweat it because it was almost end of shift for him.  

I asked him when his next day off was.  It was the next day.  I don’t intentionally do this, but I just began smiling and joking around with him. I told him that he needed to enjoy himself and relax. I paraphrased a line from Scarface that I love and said “you look like you haven’t got laid in a month.” He was beet red by then. I love embarrassing fags a little but in a light-hearted way. I asked what he was going to do.  I don’t remember what he said but I just said “I should come by then.”   And he agreed, a little breathless. It’s like hypnosis. 

I got his apartment number and went over there yesterday morning.  He clearly hadn’t woke up yet when he answered.  He seemed pretty lost so I told him let’s go to back to his bedroom.  I laid down and kept my shoes off the foot of the bed.  He instinctively took them off.  I had to pull him down on the bed.  He must have thought this was a fever dream. It was a nice day.  He made lunch for me.  Aaand he got thoroughly fucked in both ends.  He was a shaking mess each time. Even sucking my dick he would make little moaning noises and had these hyper movements. He was fucking ravenous for dick.  He liked licking my pits, taint, and so much else.  He washed me in the shower later in the afternoon.  It was just a full range of service and he clearly enjoyed all of it.  

I let him snuggle me after ruts. From what little I learned from anatomy, all that oxytocin just makes women and fags need that physical bond. It can create mismatched expectations between me and them though. Luckily he didn’t seem to have any expectations with that.   But all it takes is a little gentle coaxing and they’re no longer in control.

Masterful use of Alpha privilege! That isn’t rape, folks, but clearly the coffee shop faggot had no chance. Master Cody decided that he wanted to breed the faggot, and casually flexed his superior privilege to make the faggot submit.

I followed up Master Cody’s message with a question about how he knew the guy at the coffee shop was a faggot. Master Cody’s response was insightful:

The blush was part of it.  Most guys don’t act surprised or suddenly anxious when I strike up a conversation.  Then there’s the forgetfulness and clumsiness.  Most of them cannot hide it.  The retail setting already puts him in a servile position.  Once they can shake off the distraction in their mind they’re usually a little more attentive to making your order perfect, giving you extra things for free, etc.  The anxiety for them is amusing for me.  I don’t do it to be mean.  Their minds are poisoned by rules of etiquette that says they can’t be overly friendly with a customer, or that you’re not supposed to just be upfront about wanting to fuck, don’t fuck when you first meet someone, or whether there’s a time and place for certain things to happen.  Fuck all of that.  Plus my brain reads that embarrassed, flirtatious anxiety as “I need to be fucked.”  

They’re too guarded for most men to feel comfortable making a move, and they’re too shy to make it themselves.  People like that don’t get what they need sexually.  They want someone to fall out of the sky and just tell them that they want to fuck them.  So, I make myself fall out of the sky for them.  Part of the reward for me is that they’re always hungry as fuck and want to make the opportunity count once they get it.  

I was so proud of Master Cody for zeroing in on what is really happening here. His line about how his “brain reads that embarrassed, flirtatious anxiety as ‘I need to be fucked‘” is very telling. I’ve often tried to describe how Alphas have a sixth sense, not for dead people, but for faggots and other submissives around them. I’ve always marveled at how easily Alphas see through the fragile, tissue paper walls behind which faggots try to hide. Those walls might as well be a red cape waved in front of a bull.

I actually think that instinct inside Master Cody’s brain is evolutionary, an intense primal instinct passed down the Alpha bloodline genetically. Hierarchy is reinforced by the genetic pruning of evolutionary development, and the exertion of Alpha privilege is part of that development.

However, the key word here is “exertion.” It must be exercised, like a muscle. That takes purposeful action.

Master Cody confidently exerts his Alpha privilege, and his life is better for it. Hierarchy is better for it. All Alphas should do the same.

[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

During the last few weeks while I was wasting my time with childish hoaxes Master Cody had been sending me email updates of his further sexual adventures. They were pretty hot and (as always) well written, so I thought I would try to preserve his timeline on the site while I still have him around.

I stirred around this morning with a very subtle blowjob from Mattias. It must have been a really light touch. When I finally woke up I was so hard that it hurt. I usually don’t care about being noisy but I didn’t want to alarm his parents. 

I’d like to have spent the rest of the day with Mattias but he had other obligations. I decided to go back to campus. It’s usually a crypt on the weekends and I don’t like being there too much. I don’t really have a need for caffeine but I do like cold tea so I stopped in at a Starbucks.  I ran into one of my ex-girlfriend’s less annoying friends.

I really have a thing for girls in sundresses.  I thought I would do an experiment.  We started chatting.  I kept my eyes locked with hers.  I complimented how she looked in the dress.  That part was actually legit. I would have taken her in Starbucks. I find that a lot of guys are chicken about compliments. I’m just forward without being creepy.

I qualified the compliment further. I told her that sundresses just compliment the feminine form, they’re classy, wholesome. I wanted her to feel sexy. She was enjoying it. She gave me some complimentary feedback as well. I peacock pretty well.

She was hooked.  I took her back to my room and fucked her senseless.  Just good sweaty, hard, cervix bruising breeding. We spent a little time after but she had to go and shower.  She was meeting up with my ex-gf and their friends later. She was so fucked up afterward. Aches, mental fogginess, fatigue, and a mixture of mine and her sweat.  She got as presentable as she could and headed out.

My roommate was watching out of the cracked bathroom door the whole time. 

But then the experimental part.  In about an hour I got a call from my ex bitching that I was fucking her friends.  I asked if her friend had told her that I fucked her.  She answered no.  I acted like a dick and said that I was really confused then.  I’d guess it was a combination of factors: my scent, her wiped out physical and mental state, that mix of bodily fluids.  My ex picked up on it all. Knowing her she became insanely jealous if not aroused by it. I can’t help but be touched. 

I just came back to my parents’ house to study and spend the night. The funny thing is that I tend to think much more clearly after an orgasm than the woman (or faggot) does.  Unless it was a really intense session like when I fucked my roommate then I’m usually able to put my mind to other things.  They’re usually cheerfully clumsy and ditsy acting after.

Anyway, that’s that.

Of course, Master Cody doesn’t take long to reload.

My ex’s friend – the one I fucked yesterday – texted me. Another friend from that circle was interested. I shrugged it off but then she clarified that she meant both at the same time.

I love 2 girls at once.  Big surprise, I’m sure.  I like it when neither of them is attached to me romantically in any way. It’s all about me and they’re sooo suggestible. That’ll be later though. They probably saved my poor roommate’s ass. 

But I still felt like being a dick.  I told him I was going to fuck two girls tonight. I asked him what he thought of that. Now that he’s more open and honest he just admitted that he thought it sounded gross.  
I told him to masturbate in front of me and stop studying. I put on straight porn, girl-on-girl. He clearly didn’t want to do it. I made him get naked too. It was pathetic but funny. It wasn’t even that his dick was that bad. He just looked extremely uncomfortable (and funny). He would try to close his eyes but I made him watch the video.

He finally nutted a tiny amount. I made him eat his own cum.  

I’m not sure if this is milking or some other thing, but I had him do it 4 times. All of it was to girl-on-girl or solo girl. I took off my shirt and would pull down my shorts to try to distract him only to scold him into watching girls again. 

I’d love to make him try fucking a woman. It would be hilarious. I told him if he could get hard again that I’d let him suck my dick and touch me anywhere. He couldn’t get it up at that point. I just shook my head and pulled up my shorts and put my shirt back on.

I’m glad I didn’t jerk off today. Now I won’t have to tonight.  I can’t wait.  I’m going to make both of them get nasty.  

I’m not sure I understand why straight Alphas love to make us watch lesbian porn. I think they like to see our vacuous, slightly-annoyed faces. In this case, it was all about humiliation; Master Cody wanted to demonstrate that his faggot roommate was not even a Man at all. Of course, swallowing multiple loads of pure Alpha cum from Master Cody’s prodigious cock probably taught the faggot that much already.

But the fag humiliation was just a distraction. Master Cody was hungry for more pussy, so he arranged a threesome:

Last night was fuckin wonderful.  I only wish we could have stayed there overnight. Having to break it up and come back to my room was unavoidable though. I got to breed both.  At first though I got a nice two-on-one blow job from them.  I love that too. Big shocker.  I finished off jerking off on them.  I had them put their faces together. I had them lick it off each other and French kiss with my nut.  Like I said, they’re so suggestible in that state. I thought a little about what I did to my roommate.  I think what it boiled down to was exploiting his discomfort over his maleness. He was embarrassed to try to perform as a non-faggot. Something about forcing him to jerk off to girls was funny to me.  Now I wish I had time to make him try to fuck a girl. Men who are uncomfortable with being men are more common than I thought.  He’s definitely one of them.  He’s not trans.  It’s hard for me to explain it probably because that’s foreign to my nature.

We have a reforested area here on campus.  I’ve gone running on some of the trails.  Sometimes I just take a walk there. I came across one of the dorm fags. We went off the trail and got my balls drained.  I love anything outdoors or public. A little under 2 years ago I was at a party. Of course sex came up.  This chick from another school said she was an exhibitionist. Most everyone was high or intoxicated. I probably had a couple of drinks. Most people didn’t think one way or another about it. They wouldn’t do it. I asked them why it was such a big deal. So since I seemed okay with it the dares started coming.

Long story short, we had full blown sex in front of about 20-30 people. They all disappeared from my thoughts and I was totally focused on breeding her.  No one even said anything about going in raw. Everyone seemed pretty impressed with it all. Some of them got to see a real female orgasm and a real rut for the first time. As intense as I was, no one tried to stop it. I did nothing different than I would have in private. I pushed her down on the bed, undressed her, and called the shots. I kept my eyes locked with hers. Even if she was totally kidding, or just fantasizing, I put her in a space where she was comfortable and ready for it. It could have been a nature documentary (and I’m sure somebody was recording it). I wasn’t all that interested in doing this at first, but once the dares started coming I just didn’t care.  I felt perfectly at ease about it.  She talked to me about it afterward about it. She said, even despite the talk, that she never ever thought she would actually do it. But after about a minute with my gaze and boldness she wanted to be taken. She felt desired. She thanked me.  

Anyway, I’m all over the place. I’m hungry.  I’m going to get some early dinner and re-center my thoughts.  It’s a big week of finals.

Along with these hot stories of his recent sexual conquests, Master Cody sent me four more pics of himself in various states of sweat and undress. He’s exactly as hot as you imagine. I’m hoping he will finally give me permission to use them in some fashion on the site.

I guess the sum total of the above emails serve to remind us that Alphas don’t live like ordinary Men, and for the most part they simply CAN’T. It’s not in their programming to live like other males. ‘

The school year is finishing up, which of course means there will be ample time for Master Cody to expand his hold on humanity. It’s such a privilege to be able to document his rise to infinite power!

[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]

This post is part of a thread chronicling the adventures of Miami fag, a muscular executive faggot who travels and services white collar Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Well, the first story featuring the adventures of Miami fag really inspired a bunch of faggots out there. They were positively vibrating with excitement!

That’s the power of the direct approach in action!

Frankly, Miami fag was pretty thrilled to see his story published and the positive feedback it received, too. So he wanted to share another true story (see disclaimer below) of a crazy encounter he had … with his boss.

OK. Here’s the story of me sucking off my boss. One of the hottest things that’s EVER happened to me.

So about 10 years, I was living in Washington, DC. I work as a consultant. My boss and I were always close. He was a real mentor to me when I was first starting out, and he hired me just when I needed a job. He’s a great boss too. He is 12 years older than I am and much taller (I am 5’9, he is 6’4). For a guy in his late 40s, he is in incredible shape too. We would occasionally work out together, and he could run circles around me in the gym (and I know my way around the equipment!). Long story short, we were always close, but he was also always the boss – I followed orders, he gave them.

One day, I decided to take a sick day so that I could spend the day giving head. Twice a month I’d get in the habit of posting craigslist ads offering no recip oral sessions for straight, hung men. Had a lot of great experiences doing this and have been able to provide oral relief to hundreds and hundreds of men over the years.

This one day, I posted an ad, and I received a great response. The guy said he was married, never got head, and his wife had basically stopped interacting with him. He said he needed a muscular faggot to push around a little bit and to take care of him. He sent a picture – lean, athletic body, but no dick pic included. I do not require face or dick pics to meet; however, given my professional status and my personal looks, I consider myself to be a cocksucker only for top notch Alpha men. When a man shows up for head, I can tell if he is a real Alpha or not. The fake ones, I always turn away. So, it doesn’t matter if no face or dick pic, because I will absolutely turn them away if they do not meet my expectations. (I’m sure this will cause some cocksucker controversy!!! :).

(This is a bit bothersome. It’s unwise for faggots to be this arrogant. Nothing against Miami fag here – what he’s doing is working – but having this kind of attitude will lead to disaster more often than success.)

So, I take the risk. I gave him my address and we decided to meet about 1 hour later. Whenever I’m about to service a Man, I get butterflies in my stomach – the adrenaline rush is unbelievable. So, the time came, and I went outside (I lived in an apartment building at that time) to wait.

And then I saw him, my boss. He had parked his car and was walking towwards my building. He saw me. He put two and two together. So did I. He approached me, and I just said, “It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” And he just said, “Promise?” And I said, “Yes. 100%.” He looked so nervous, but we went upstairs anyway.

As soon as we entered my apartment, his entire mood changed. He is usually the nicest and friendliest guy. All of sudden, he became extremely serious. Made me take off my clothes and tell him why I deserved to suck his dick. He put his big hand behind my head and put my face right in his and said, I will never forget, “I’ve always wanted to fuck your face, faggot.” Then he spit right in my face. He took off his shirt, and then everything but his underwear. He made me pull those off and I couldn’t believe my eyes. One of the biggest Manhoods I’ve ever seen. It was a good length, probably 8″, but the girth was incredible. Thicker than a beer can, or so it seemed.

I went in to start servicing, but he pushed me away. “Smell it first.” He made me smell his dick for a good few minutes and tell him why I should be allowed to suck it. I was in heaven, Sam. It was unbelievable. Finally, he let me suck it. And when he got close, he asked if I swallow. I said “Yes, sir, I do.” And just like that, he came, right down my throat.

He got dressed, left, and we NEVER spoke of it again. And we had a great working relationship after that too. (I should explain that, while I am a faggot and I am meant to serve men, and while I LOVE all men and their beautiful penises, I only service the highest quality alphas. I am an “alpha” in real life myself – I always make more money than the men who want their dicks sucked, I am great looking, have an incredible body, etc. For me, I need a TRUE alpha to feed me. It’s hard to find TRUE alphas. Some men just pretend. They see this as role play, as a game. They want to feel 15 minutes of power by pretending to be a real alpha who is in charge. When I find men who ARE truly in charge, my heart races and my adrenaline pumps.)

Never sucked him again. But, thanks to you, the next time I see him, I will be VERY direct about it. I have a plan. Hoping to see him in September at an event. Planning to say something to him like, “If you need a repeat, sir, you know where to find me.” Just let him know it’s all good.

This was handled impeccably. Business-like, appropriately. I mean aside from the spitting and throat fucking and the cumshot, of course.

Ask yourself – if you saw your boss walking up the drive on his way to use your mouth, would you have the nerve to go through with it? Would you be able to steel yourself and improvise on the fly in order to make sure you perform properly?

This is what separates faggots from the pretenders. True faggots can put everything in the line for the sake of purpose!

Thank you Miami fag for sharing this amazing story!

[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]

[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]

I’ve been sucking straight dick for more than 20 years. When I first began writing about my experiences wrangling straight Alphas and serving them, I was roundly criticized for making shit up.

Six years ago when I started this site, I was one of the loudest voices publicizing this basic truth, and I was genuinely baffled by the disbelief I received. Later my stance was supported by powerful straight married Alphas like Natural Hung Bull or Straight Alpha Mike who verified that straight Alphas do indeed use faggots, and that they are approachable by faggots.

Then I began to explain how I make an offer to straight strangers I meet in life. And yet again I was blasted by unbelievers who told me I was full of shit.

But every so often I get a message from a faggot who gathers up the necessary courage and tries my advice … and they come back to me with awesome success stories.

The latest story comes from a faggot I’m going to name Miami.

Hi Sam. I am a HUGE fan. I love what you do. I have dozens of great stories of times when I have sucked cock BUT it wasn’t until I started reading your site that I got the courage to be direct about it.

So literally just last week, I met up with a colleague of mine. A man I’ve worked with for many years. He was in town and we decided to grab dinner. We’re both mid-30s professional dudes. He’s married with a few kids. I’m single but date around occasionally. We’re friendly but not necessarily friends. We grabbed dinner and talked business, figured out what we needed to.

Then, as we were having a last drink (we were at a restaurant a few blocks from his hotel), he hinted that he was hoping to find a woman while he was in town. I can’t be judgmental of others, and I don’t have any judgment about his marriage or who he does what with.

But it was my opening. I remembered your advice to cocksuckers to be direct.

Now let me tell you about him quickly: He is about 6’2 and I’d say 180-190 pounds. He works out regularly but really more of a dad body with muscular arms and shoulders…at least that’s all I’ve been able to see. Dark wavy hair; extremely handsome masculine face; dark features, And my favorite…HUGE hands. It was the first thing I noticed about him when we met 8 or so years ago.

So, he makes this comment about finding a woman, And I said, “You know, P—, there’s an easy way for you to get your rocks off.” He was surprised to hear me talk like this. I said, “Have you ever heard of a cocksucker?” He laughed – god his smile is so amazing – he thought I was joking.

I kept a straight face and he said, “What do you mean?” Seeing that I was serious. I said “there is a special sub-class of gay and bi men who identify as cocksuckers. This means that they live and die to just suck dick.” He opened his eyes even bigger and said “Really?” I told him that cocksuckers live to be between a Man’s legs and will focus on all of the areas that a woman just doesn’t know – his balls, under his balls, his thighs, his feet.

He leaned in and said really quietly, “How do I find one?” I said you’ve been working with one for 8 years.

The check just happen to come at that moment, and he threw down a bunch of cash. He said, “I have to make a phone call, but come to Room such-and-such in 30 minutes at the hotel.” So of course, I went.

He had propped the door open, and was seated on the couch at the end of the room. When I walked in, his back was basically to me, but I could see that he was shirtless. I walked around the couch, and he was sitting there, legs spread, in nothing but his boxer briefs. He was slightly stocky, but his torso was covered in this beautiful dark fur and his arms were just resting on the back of the couch. I could see his pits. Big biceps, big shoulders, beautiful pecs. A real man. And his legs. Hairy and muscular, with a set of Size 14 feet ending each.

“Get to work.” That’s what he said! I could have cum right then.

I got down on my knees between his legs. And I helped pull off his boxer briefs. The smell of his crotch hit me and I was gone. Passed out in faggot heaven. His dick was starting to get hard and was so perfectly thick. He wasn’t too verbal, but I edged him quite a few times. After about an hour, he said his balls couldn’t take it any more and he “needed to nut.” I kept going. About 30 seconds later, I felt his huge left hand come down HARD on the back of my head, which pushed his Manhood deep into my throat, and he gave me a wonderful load.

I cleaned him up, and he was extremely grateful. And PROMISED to feed me again next time I see him. All thanks to you!!!!!

I fucking love success stories like this from brave faggots who follow my advice and push themselves and their offer out there to straight Men. I’m telling you, there will be lots of success stories if you do the same.

Thanks to Miami fag for sharing his amazing victory with me!

Ever since I wrote the post “A Little More About Rape” way back in 2015 (CLICK HERE) I have been bombarded by hate and accusations of fetishizing or advocating rape.

What these accusers fail to comprehend about articles like that is that they are public displays of the inner workings of my own mind on the subject. As the victim of a violent rape, I was left with many conflicting feelings about my experience. From those feelings arose an ever-solidifying viewpoint on rape from a Hierarchical perspective that I freely admit is not conventional and could be offensive. But I believe within it lies a fundamental truth.

That truth is this: rape is a Hierarchically-sound part of the sorting process among dominant and submissive males. Alphas sometimes rape faggots, and these acts reinforce proper and necessary roles between males. Mind you, that is not an advocation of rape. It is simply a Hierarchical explanation for rape as a natural process.

Why do I feel emboldened to say such a thing? Because ever since I wrote that article I have received countless letters from other faggots who have been raped who came to similar conclusions. While all of these messages and letters have been personally validating, I’m not sure I’ve ever received one that so powerfully explained how I felt during and after my own rape. It’s from a faggot named Sean, and the story he tells is both horrifying and inspirational. Read:

I felt compelled to write to you to weigh in on the complex and controversial topic of faggot rape. I understand you do not — and should not — promote rape. However I also wanted to share my personal insight as one who has endured rape and why I am ultimately thankful for the experience and to the Alpha who raped me.

First I should say I have had more than one experience with what most people would classify as rape, including my first sexual experience. I am 46 now and so back in the day, newspaper ads were a way to discreetly meet Men. I was a sophomore in college and I answered an ad from 2 Men (a couple) who wanted to fuck a bottom. I responded and told them I was a virgin which excited them. I was picked up and taken to their place. We relaxed and I sucked their dicks for a bit before one of them reached around from behind with a chemical smelling cloth and I was almost instantly knocked out. My belief is that I was chloroformed. When I came to, I was already being fucked by a large-dicked Man with my face pressed into the balls and “saddle” (sides and under the balls/taint) of the other. Quite a way to regain consciousness. I felt no pain. In fact it was highly pleasurable. I believe they did this as a favor to me for my first penetration to reduce my pain on entry. They wore condoms (relevant to the actual story I want to tell). They both fucked me and I was fully conscious for the remainder of the night. At one point one of the Men sucked me briefly, which horrified me. It felt so wrong and my dicklet instantly retreated.
It took me a while to understand how being knocked out and sodomized (some might say raped) by 2 Men felt fine and normal, but being sucked was a big violation. I hadn’t put the pieces together that I was a faggot. Until I met the next Man.

I had a few experiences in between, always bottom, always seeking more and more Dominant Men. So by 1997, the internet was widely available and like every “male” I instantly tried to use it for porn and meet-ups. It was my very first internet meet-up I’m here to discuss.

I found a profile for a really attractive, strong, masculine, large-framed and self-described Dom. He was a Baltimore County police officer, I learned. Older than me. I was 22 and he was about 40. He struck me instantly as different. Demanding I provide some times I’m available instead of the usual “games” back-and-forth or vagueness I was used to. He also DEMANDED that he pick me up, despite my offer and preference to meet him out or at his place. I realized later this was all about control, and perhaps, his plan.

He picked me up and I was so excited by how attractive and Manly he was. I felt so weak and small and shy! We chatted and went out to eat at a pizza place. He asked me what I liked from the menu and ordered for me, which was a powerful move in my mind at the time and I loved it. He commented that he’d fuck the waiter, which struck me as odd at the time considering we were on a “date.” Oh, how much I had to learn about Alphas and how he viewed me. He paid, which I liked.

After dinner there was no question we were going to his place. I was surely going to suck his cock, maybe get fucked, so I was sure to be cleaned out just in case. I had made it clear that I was open to getting fucked, but with a condom only. He didn’t agree or disagree to that or even really acknowledge my request. But I felt he would not do anything I didn’t consent to. I was wrong.

The Man wanted to fuck and I reminded him about the condom. At that point, the situation changed dramatically and an element of violence filled the room. His demeanor changed into an abuser and a predator and I was terrified. Before I could even try to make an exit I was pinned down in an impossible hold. I could not struggle away and had no use of my arms or legs. So me face down on his bed, he brutally and violently penetrated me. The pain was absolutely searing. I didn’t know what kind of damage was being done but I do know he didn’t care. At that moment, despite the situation, can you believe it came into my mind that I was glad I cleaned out well? Even at that moment I was thinking about his experience, something which I thought about a lot later. Something was happening to me. he was verbalizing and I remember mostly hearing the words “faggot, bitch and pregnant” but there was a lot more said, all deeply degrading.

In his final and very purposeful thrusts and ejaculation into me I was feeling glad this would be over and also like a chemical reaction feeling like something had changed in me forever. I had never been bred before and it was monumental to have his DNA inside me. I felt victimized but also desirable that he wanted to make me a part of him in that way. It was complicated.

So he finished and there was surprisingly little tearing and blood, but some. He got off me and we cleaned up and he was exactly normal. Not fazed at all that he has just raped me. Of course he still had to drive me home which was extremely humiliating, but also chivalrous? Again, complicated!
He said he wanted to see me again. Afraid, I said OK, but just wanted to get away with no intention to see him again. It was honestly a trauma. 

However, after the soreness subsided I started thinking about him again. I thought about how Dominant and controlling he was in every respect and about how small and insignificant I felt in his presence. Something was clicking. What was he calling me? Oh yeah. A faggot.

I ended up calling him again! 

A young fag answered, though and I retreated, despite the fag saying it’s fine and he doesn’t mind getting the Man to talk with me. I hung up, sort of thrown by somebody else answering and I did not contact him again.

Now, why am I thankful to this Man who committed this act against my innocent young self?

I’m thankful because I learned there are Men, and there are Alphas and they do not operate by the same rules. I hadn’t known that. I am thankful that he opened up my true self. He saw what I was before I even knew! He saw a faggot that was his to take since he had the planning and power to do so. Once the dust settled I knew I had an identity and a purpose. It suddenly all came together why in my first experience I was happy to be knocked out and fucked but not OK with some oral attention on myself. I was a faggot. He didn’t make me that way, but he opened my eyes and it changed everything. 

I’ve had similarly eye-opening experiences though not as monumental the first time a Man spit in my face and the first time a Man really slapped me. Spit because it’s the epitome of disrespect (“spit in the face of”…is a common phrase for the ultimate disrespect, usually figuratively, of course). But I liked it. And being slapped because of the wave of shock, humiliation and the true sense of being OWNED that washed over me and I do gravitate to Alphas with an abusive streak ever since (I did take in and mostly agree with your podcast about aftercare). But I do respect a Man that hits faggots.

I did live in fear that the rapist had given me a disease of course. Nothing flared up and before long I was off to an overseas life adventure where I had to be HIV tested. Thankfully, I was negative.

I don’t condone rape and I do believe in using condoms. But I am thankful and appreciative that I was seen for the REAL me. I’m not “proud” of being a faggot. That’s not the right word. But I so accept it and understand I have a purpose that I have been working on now for years.

I was truly rattled after reading this account. The account itself is devastating. But then reading how my brother Sean came to the same conclusion as I did regarding the rights of Men and the function of rape as Hierarchical reinforcement. There is something to this. Why do so many faggots have the same perspective I have about what happened to us? Are you simply all broken in the same way?

I admit that part of me remains unsettled after so long. I don’t think I should feel this way about my rape or the rape of other faggots. But then again, is it the pressure of societal views on rape causing this shame?

I just think somewhere in this mess of Hierarchical bumper cars the actual truth exists.

Thank you to my brother Sean for his bravery!

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

College dorm faggots largely exist for one thing – to be fucked and used by college Alphas. The problem is that many faggots enter college totally unaware of themselves and that purpose. They simply haven’t had enough life experience to find out.

That’s where college Alphas come in to play. Alphas can see through a façade to the faggot hiding inside of it. Then they use their extraordinary charisma and strength to force the faggot into submission, ultimately entering and breeding it. Afterward, the faggot feels complete and whole in a way it never experienced before, and it is finally able to simply accept its Hierarchical role in life. No more lies.

Through this mysterious process Alphas transform other males into faggots. Crucially, we can look at this seemingly rough and rape-like aggression for what it truly is – an Alpha setting a faggot truly is inside, and setting it free.

This Hierarchical process of forced transformation gained another faggot yesterday as Master Cody, in a fit of overwhelming sexual power, marched into their shared dorm room and essentially took his roommate’s virginity … in the most unequivocal way possible.

I had to really think about what I did this morning.  But when it happened there was no rational thought at all. I texted my roommate on my way back from the pool.  I told him to lubricate and lay face down and wait.

He obeyed. Something in me felt cold. I asked him where the fucking lube was and he pawed around for it and handed it to me behind his back.  I was already hard as steel. No oral this time.  I stripped down, lubed up, and started pushing against his hole.

Normally, just because of “various factors” I’ll let a fag control that first push. Not here. I didn’t force it in and hurt him, and he was pretty loose by the time I got there, but I felt it pop through and split him open.

From there, there was nothing could have stopped me.  He let out this weird yelp so I bent over him and covered his mouth and put my forearm around his neck. I fucked him harder than I would usually enjoy myself.  It was less about pleasure though.   I’m always rough and forceful but this was way different.  Looking back he had to keep himself limp.  If he had intentionally struggled at that point he could have hurt himself.  I breathed and grunted right over his ear.  When I let go his neck my hands went elsewhere.  I had a death grip on his traps and around the nape of his neck. I was back down over him, put my hand around his neck, grabbed his arm overextended his shoulder joint. Then I told him to struggle and try to get free. He squirmed underneath me. I love that feeling probably more than anything in this world. He was shaking under me. Once I popped cherry no. 2 his whimpering got way more high-pitched. The extra sensation on the head of my dick just pushed me over.
I didn’t last too long before pumping him full. I pulled out and left him there to go wash off. He curled in a ball, and pulled the blanket up over his shoulders.  He was breathless and terrified.  I’ve been told I can be a little scary while fucking.  

The kicker: he thanked me. He’s not the first to do that but it was the strangest. It broke the silence. I didn’t answer him though.  I had to come down from all of this too.  I had to re-center and feel human.  I was even asked in class if I was angry about something.  My nostrils were flaring and my eyes were focused in the distance. This nerdy chick in another one of my math classes offered to massage my temples.  She’s crushed on me all semester.  She had me close my eyes and she rubbed all these little points around my eyes, cheekbones, under my jawline, and face.  It worked beautifully.  Women, in general, are amazing at stuff like that.

There was nothing “off” about my roommate when I saw him later this morning. In fact, I’d say he was more at peace and cheerful than I’ve ever seen him. He winced a little sitting at an open table with a couple of friends, but that was it.  There’s an irony there since there was nothing about what I felt inside that wanted this to be a cause of cheer.  He enjoyed this.  

First of all, I was electrified to read Master Cody’s vivid description of Alpha sexual rage. The “coldness” he felt when he headed to the dorm to violate his faggot roommate is 100% a predatory animal reaction. It is the blank emptiness that a killer feels during the moment of the kill, the pure instinct of a lion clamping its jaws onto the neck of a gazelle. So horrifying … and honest.

But here’s where I might diverge from the average reader horrified by what I just wrote about Master Cody – I believe this kind of pathological Alpha rage and force is not only proper, but necessary.

What Master Cody felt during this entire process is the drive all Alphas have when they see what they want. It is the engine of Alpha power that transforms our world on a macro scale and enslaves faggots on a micro scale. His description of that primitive, elemental emotion is unforgettable.

Right now Master Cody’s cum has entered his new faggot’s bloodstream. Master Cody has claimed it so thoroughly and genetically that it will be forever his property no matter where they go in life. This is the perfect fulfillment of Hierarchy, and it is beautiful violence.

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In Master Cody’s last update, he had throat fucked his dorm roommate a second time. It was definitely more aggressive use, and Master Cody noted that the faggot seemed especially quiet afterward.

So in an attempt to give the new faggot a breather, Master Cody chose to use his other campus cocksucker for his next load.

I was right about my music major fag. I went to the music and arts building and heard him playing piano. I knocked on the practice room. He let me in. I like this guy because he knows why I’m there. He loves that thrill of draining me right there in the room. I don’t care about being caught. Someone did knock on the door. He finally got him to go away. I never got soft. Blew his mind.

But notice what Master Cody said after this session:

I went back to my room (after using the music faggot) and my roommate was there. He’s been quiet since the second round. I started getting ready to just check out and sleep. He asked me so sheepishly if I wanted him to go down on me. I told him no I just took care of that. Then even more pitifully he asked if I would like a second one. I went to sleep glowy. Two faggots getting my juice in about a half-hour. One pursued. One who just asked like he was trying to get a drug fix. Love it.

So clearly the faggot is fine despite being quiet. It has swallowed a couple of Alpha loads from Master Cody’s big dick, and the fulfillment is forcing the faggot to accept the truth.

But the faggot’s personality change hasn’t gone unnoticed:

The RA for my wing of the dorm had a talk with me today. The RAs just watch out for us. They’re trained to watch for differences that might indicate suicidality.  He IS acting different.  He asked me if I had noticed anything different about my roommate. Awkward. I just said he seemed under more stress lately.  

The personality change has Master Cody thinking about a possible solution: breeding.

I’m thinking about fucking my roommate. I value docility but I don’t want to risk destabilizing him. Fucking always puts fags or girls under a spell. I’ve seen them all: alpha females, maneaters, sex witholders, girls who told me to get naked while they’re clothed, etc. That bullshit doesn’t survive the first pounding out. I like to think I build them back up differently than simply destroying them. I don’t have that much time left with him. 

My roommate would have to be doggy style or over a table. It almost feels like I just want to humiliate him further.  It has no other purpose. Some girls get the choke-and-pound just because they’re solely being used for my pleasure. But they are usually looking for that too.  Those are pretty merciless.  I’ve loaned a few t-shirts because of torn fabric from those.  Most of them want more of that for some reason. They like it. With past girlfriends (and Mattias) I would put more focus into my thrusts.  Part of that is dominance too.  I like to watch them lose all control over their bodies and minds.  A simple gyration here, a little adjustment there, and they’re pinned down in a daze of pleasure.  If I can think of it in the moment, I grab the knees and open them up but also grab the hands and pound away while watching them lie there and go into another dimension.  Kissing is involved here too because there’s no area left that won’t go into sensory overload.  Every part of them is mine. The bonding and physical contact afterward just makes them feel safe. I can even put them to sleep stroking their earlobe and outer ear.  

The non-Mattias guys I’ve fucked were usually looking to just get used like Group #2.  I’ll put them on their backs.  In my little universe, putting someone of their back is more about power and awe.  But a strict doggy style means they just are nothing to me.  I usually do that for not-so-good reasons.  The chick I hinted about before, who tried to tell me to get naked, got fucked on all fours.  All evening she had been trying to test me and I was getting annoyed. I don’t normally get that riled but goddamn. I walked toward her and she stepped back toward the wall. She had some spaghetti strap dress on. Just one smooth move it was at her feet. My roommate is pretty well broken now.  I hadn’t considered that he might want to be fucked.  So maybe it would be good for both parties.  There’s just something about his regeneration that feels… incomplete.  

It’s significant that Master Cody views his rut as a form of medication to soothe and heal a psyche broken down by his cock and cum. Alphas often feel this way. It’s a form of “the only way out is through”. In other words, push them so hard and so thoroughly that they have no choice but to reach acceptance.

So it does sound like Master Cody is going to breed his faggot roommate and finally complete its transformation into a whore to serve his needs and the needs of other Men. It’s an incredible power that our greatest Alphas – Apex Alphas – have to wield in order to maintain the natural order!

I am a humble and grateful faggot to know him at all.

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Once an Alpha has broken through a faggot’s initial resistance and got it to accept a first breeding, there will always be the second round. Here’s where it gets interesting. This is the point when the Alpha can really cut loose and take the faggot even farther into subspace. The faggot’s resistance belied, it now has no opportunity to fight back against further intrusions by the Alpha that now owns it.

But often faggots still try to resist!

Master Cody discovered that his faggot roommate still has some fight left in it today, so Master Cody needed to introduce it to its new reality:

I headed back to the dorms about an hour and a half ago and saw my roommate’s car. Something just came over me.

I texted him to see if he was in. He said he was there but going to the library.  I told him to stay put and sent a pic of my hard dick. I got there and he had stayed put.  I didn’t think this would be a big deal.

But he tried to clap back at me. “That doesn’t mean I was going to do it again … you’re not entitled … That text was inappropriate.” It was so pathetic to listen to.

What he doesn’t know (and I know all too well) is that the path from angry to horny is really short. I just stay patient and let it run its course.  I took off my shirt and acted kind of douchey just to nudge him closer. I even complimented his cocksucking ability which he didn’t find amusing.

He was still arguing but he was flushed by then. I played with myself through my shorts a little. I came back around the desk and saw his little bulge and precum spot. I just kind of smirked. The words coming out of his mouth didn’t match what his body said. He looked so defeated and turned around in his chair. I told him no chair and to get on his knees.  He obeyed.

Truth be told, I hate getting my dick sucked standing up. But I couldn’t resist the sight at first. He would try to reach up and touch me and I swatted his hand away. A little negative reinforcement this time.  I exaggerated some muscle contraction, put my hands behind my head, stuff like that. I still made him look up at me. 

I did have to sit but I sat bare ass in his chair and let him gobble up. I was more aggressive with his head this time. When it came time I hugged the back of his head and held it down while I nutted down his throat.  He tapped my thigh trying to get me to let go.  Spit was going out the corners of his mouth.  I finally let him go and let him catch his breath.

That was about 30 minutes ago.  He wiped out his chair with a Clorox wipe (haha) and has been silent ever since while I just lay in my bed. It must be different when you have to share a space and have no other place to go. I wish I knew what he’s been thinking about these past several days. In my mind I wish I had worn him down earlier in the semester but I wasn’t really giving him a thought one way or another. He was just there. I did my own thing.

We get several lessons in this latest episode.

1. Alphas have highly-evolved abilities to manipulate inferiors with little tests of devotion and confident displays of power.
2. Bold maneuvers (like the text and pic) are wholly appropriate to use with faggots.
3. Faggots will try to resist the advances of Alphas, but this is nothing but the weakest smokescreen. Alphas see through this, and the best Alphas don’t allow such protestations from stopping them.
4. Verbal commands that are obeyed by the faggot give the Alpha consent to take whatever he wants.
5. Making a faggot uncomfortable yields the best results.

Master Cody truly understands the needs of submissives and how to use those needs to his advantage. He’s mentioned to me privately that he uses many of these same techniques on females in order to help them through self-righteous objections and to the thing they both want – pleasure.

However, with faggots Master Cody has found the perfect foil for his overwhelming dominance. He can literally be as pushy, arrogant, and cruel as he wants to be and faggots will always come back for more. That kind of power cannot be replaced or faked.

So now Master Cody owns a live-in faggot. All that’s left to find out is how far can he take this new faggot. I have a feeling Master Cody will be eager to find out!

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My adventure of coming to know the great college god Master Cody began with his questions about his dorm roommate being a faggot, and how he might get the roommate to suck his dick. And now the inevitable finally happened!

Let me take you back several days. Like any Alpha predator, Master Cody had been scheming on ways he might get his roommate to finally submit to him and service his cock. Here’s how he began his manipulation:

I came back early and thought I’d blow off some steam.  I propped the door open and hung my trisuit in the middle so my roommate would have to walk through it to get in.  Right past where my sweaty balls were this morning. 

He came in and I started fucking with him. I told him I just wanted to jerk off to blow off steam. I asked him if he had any porn he could send me.  He just said I was retarded and said no. I know that’s a lie. I even said he was full of shit. He said he was just stopping in before going to the library. He didn’t pick up anything so he’s full of shit again.  He got uncomfortable.  

So, I set a prey trap. I have an open mesh hamper. I moved it out like I’m going to wash later. I set the top clothes a certain way: underwear, socks, bicycle shorts.  I took a pic with my phone. I’m going to see if any of it is disturbed.  I told a former teammate of mine that I’d help him study tonight. He’s got to get through one math course to graduate next fall. So, I’m going to put that I’m out on my whiteboard so he knows he’s got time to go through my dirty drawers. I’m a bastard.

A perfect trap! When I mentioned to Master Cody about his scent being an irresistible attractant for faggots, he seemed to already understand this … I wonder if Alpha Males somehow figure this out naturally over time?

The next day I received this message:

I’m about 75% certain he got in my hamper.  The setup was slightly off but I’m not totally sure if it’s because he reached in.  He might have stooped down to smell and rustled it a little. This morning picked up a shirt I ran in and sniffed it.  I asked him if he thought it was too nasty to be worn again.  He didn’t hesitate and bent over and sniffed on it.  I didn’t expect it to be that easy. He flushed. 

Once Master Cody told me about the faggot’s willingness to lean over and sniff that sweaty shirt, I knew it was all over. I encouraged Master Cody to really push it the next time, and make the opportunity almost impossible to ignore.

And that’s exactly what he did!

My roommate came back around 4.  I only had on a pair of sweat shorts and laid on my bed.  I hammed up my distressed look. He asked if I was alright. I have been stressed out lately so it wasn’t too hard to describe studying for finals, racing this summer, thinking about whether I’d stay with my parents this summer while taking a couple of classes.  I said I had no outlet for stress.  He figured my morning training sessions took care of that. I didn’t think he would catch on but luckily the next thing he asked was what else I do to de-stress.  I just said, flat out, nothing in this world gets rid of my stress like getting my dick sucked. Jerking off is no substitute. My girlfriend wasn’t talking to me.  It was all dramatic bullshit. 

“Do you care who sucks your dick?”

“What do you mean who?”

“Does it have to be a woman?” I lied. “Honestly, I don’t care right now either way. I’m gonna end up sick with stress.” He sighed. Finally, he said, “I can do it if you won’t tell anyone.” 

And so it happened. I got the pity response.  He knelt at the end of the bed near my feet and pulled down the sweat shorts. He’s seen my dick soft but not hard. I told him don’t be scared. It was pretty good actually. I cut the bullshit and gave him a little direction and feedback.  I held the back of his head but only lightly.  Mostly just to pet behind his ears, back of his head, back of his neck.  He shivered and kind of made a grunt with my dick in his mouth when I first did it. He would look up my body and to my face sometimes and that always sets me off when it’s a weaker male.  He asked if he could touch my body.  I let him because I’m trying to make this rewarding for him.  I mean at that point he’s not just doing it out of pity.  He’s getting into it.  So then I could get a little more aggressive.  I let him use his hand at the base and pump. He was pigging out. I didn’t want him to ask if I wanted him to swallow or, worse, say he didn’t want to.  I kept hold of his head and kept moaning. I thrashed when it started pumping in his mouth and throat. I think the orgasm lasted longer. He cleaned up every drop. Squeezed it out of my dick. 

I know he resents me a little. Friends of friends told me that he thought I was an asshole. Then he found out I wasn’t just some idiot. In his mind, I’m supposed to be dumber than him. That’s what made it so much better watching him slobbering up my dick and looking up at me.  Then wanting to touch and feel. Now he’s gonna want to do it again. And I’m trying to figure out how I want approach the second one. It would be fun watching him ask to do it but I don’t want to risk him going back in his shell.  So, I’m gonna make it on my terms. But not this weekend probably.

THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!

No faggot on this planet can resist a straight Alpha’s power when the Alpha has locked in on his prey and has set a trap to take ownership of it! The sights and smells and, most importantly, the brazen confidence of an Alpha combine forces to overwhelm the faggot and make escape impossible.

Master Cody is truly breathtaking, one of the most impressive Alphas I’ve met in the six years with this site. It’s just natural to him. This is what he was born to be, a god-man to be worshiped by females and faggots. And, with a cunning intellect like that, he will have the Kingdom and everything he deserves!

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You would not believe the emails.

Since my first report on Master Cody last week, he and I have been engaged in an electrifying email conversation that covered so much of his rise to Apex Alphahood and his use of both females and faggots so far in his life. Master Cody has an engaging “voice” as a writer, and he isn’t shy about going into great detail. Hell, he’s even humble on occasion. All I know is I couldn’t wait for his next response.

You wouldn’t believe these emails … so I’m going to share them with you.

Here’s Master Cody discussing his first use of a faggot:

So, I was always an active kid but I hated team sports where we had to work together. It never ended well because I did things my way, other kids got pissed, fights broke out. My parents got me into swimming first then running. That’s where I really took off. But I started getting bored. I was good. So, at 12, I got to upgrade to the high school team. These guys were fucking assholes. They really started picking on me and playing on my innocence. I hadn’t even jerked off. We shared 3 to 4 in a hotel room sometimes. I got “taught” how to do it. Honestly, had it not been for my swim prowess there’s no telling how bad things would get with them. Hazing was just an expectation. But I was accepted. And a lot of what I became came from that environment. I’d go back to my school and I just wasn’t like anyone else. They allowed me to get lettered. There was no JV swim team.

You can say I either went uphill or downhill from there. I hated being held back by my age and school. They finally let me start taking high school math in 8th grade. I was a hybrid student. That’s when I met this dork in freshmen algebra. He would suck my dick. It didn’t take much work. All he would talk about was oral sex. Some of the other swim team dudes saw him talking to me. I shrugged it off and said he was a fag, but not in the gay sense (yet). I said that all he talks about is sucking dick. But he made it sound like something done to him. They laughed and said he’d probably suck mine if I let him. I took that literally and I have a feeling they meant it that way.

But I became an even bigger asshole because I didn’t want to be associated with him. I just wanted him to keep getting me off. I wasn’t nice at all to him. Looking back that was bad. I’m a prick.

Then Master Cody began to fuck girls and, eventually, faggots:

The fag was a freshmen. I was the only 8th grader allowed to skip math. He was the first male. Girls were interesting. Like I mentioned, I was high energy but really innocent. I had a girlfriend, Katie, from 8th to 10th. We were precious. She was also my first kiss. My parents were up for tenure so I was left alone a lot. After I “learned” what an orgasm was in that hotel we lost our virginities to each other. My parents went to a conference. I didn’t have to stay at my grandparents (thank god) like my brother and sister. So, she made up some bullshit about going to her friend’s house to spend the night. Her friend totally vouched for her too. And she came and stayed with me instead. Not really my most “alpha” moment, I guess. Way too lovey dovey. Maybe a protector.

Unfortunately, by 10th grade I was such an unbearable asshole so she broke up with me. My teammates were sneaking me into their parties and, when I didn’t look like a little boy anymore, girls were not shy around me. One of the things that saved a lot of the openly gay dudes, other than being in Atlanta, was the fact that I loved their attention. If I acted cool with them then nobody fucked with them. But they were a different breed from the shy, awkward ones. Those are the ones I’d throw my jockstrap in their face in the locker room, or I’d prop up on or touch them like I was just being friendly to watch them get uncomfortable. I sneak up behind and just lightly grab at their ass loosely with my fingers. I didn’t physically bully because guys who did that usually got suspended or expelled. But it’s harder to catch sexual harassment. And it wasn’t like they were going to report it. Once they were alone and cornered I just had to make sure they understood I wasn’t going to beat the shit out of them. Sometimes all that was required was gently guiding them to their knees and unzipping. Then they knew I was serious.

As far as fucking goes, it was actually one of the openly gay guys first, Mattias. This might punch holes in my “straight” perception. He actually did track and field with me. It was a party. There were drugs, pills, alcohol you name it. He had ectasy. He didn’t tell me he mixed it with his dad’s viagra. It was a large house out in Buckhead which is a really wealthy suburb here. Everything hit me. He came back to me and asked how it was. He was pretty loosened up and taking way more chances with me than normal. I told him to follow me. We found the first bedroom with a lockable door. I don’t think he saw it coming. I pushed him against the wall and kissed him. It was a rush of tearing each other’s clothes off. It was definitely the gayest sex I’ve ever had. And of course we were cuddled up in the morning. No regrets though. I felt tired but decent that morning. Apparently, whatever I had done combined with Ex left him almost unable to function. Though I’m pretty sure he had used before and had more than I did. We didn’t talk for 2 days. He was way more worried about what happened than I was. He was afraid I would see it as him drugging me. I was the one who initiated it. Even now he still says he was the luckiest faggot (his word) at Sprayberry (our school) to be the one who actually got to have me completely.

I didn’t fuck another guy until I was here at the university. But that was just me using a hole. I don’t know what Mattias was. I’m not surprised that I did it though.

Then our conversation moved to the ownership of faggots:

I don’t know about the ownership thing. It just seems too extra for me. I train early in the morning and then I’m usually occupied in class from 8-2 or 3. I feel like a live-in would just be in the way. Everybody’s different but I don’t like too much worship. I mean some of it comes off as natural but I don’t need it beyond that.

And I hate to say it, but I only want them to get off. Too many act dumb, flaky, and weak. There are probably 7 fags in the dorm but only 3 are reliable. The only one whose voice I can stand is the one music major I told you about. At least he’s interesting and I know getting into this music program is hard. The others will try to speak or say something flattering when they’re sucking my dick and I just tell them to keep it in their mouth.

Girls are the same way. My current girlfriend alone is fine. She wanted me to come hang out with her friends Saturday night. I was too tired physically and mentally for their shit. We’ve been through this before. Why won’t you hang out with my friends? Because they’re fucking retarded. She doesn’t like my friends either. Things are good between us but the thought of living with a girl is just as painful. She gets pissy and thinks I’ll cave in. I can honestly say I’ve never had a fight with a girl because I just shrug it off. Silent treatment? Okay, let me know when you’ve got this out of your system.

Another thing about live-ins/owning is that a lot of fags want me to fuck them. I don’t know what tips the scale to make me willing to fuck a guy. I don’t even let some of these guys make eye contact with me and I love eye contact when I’m gonna nut. And they want me to fuck them. What can I even say? You’re not at that level. I’ve tried this before. A guy who sucked me kept begging for me to fuck him. I thought it would be the same and agreed. I finally got in him and started smashing away for a minute and I quit. I pulled out. Like, sorry I’m not just not into this with you. It was sad to watch but he finally just dressed and left.

As far as girls are concerned, my current gf knows I’ve had guys suck my dick before. I didn’t tell her about Mattias because I still hang out with him and she would just get (more) jealous. She confessed one night that she’s turned on by the thought of another male sucking my dick. She never enjoyed sucking dick until she sucked mine, so she gets horny thinking I could get into a guy’s head the same way I did hers. Thing is now I want to make it happen. I guess she got in my head with that one.
A lot of guys will say that it’s better from a guy. It’s as good from a girl as you make her be. I’ll tell you about the time I had 2 girls do it to me in another message. If you get in the right part of their brain they’ll like it and want to do it more. They’re even open to suggestion when they’re in that daze.

Then Master Cody discussed breeding and the art of manipulation:

If I’m going to nut in someone, I need to want them in some way. I want to claim them. Even Mattias. It wasn’t sexual necessarily. He’s not my boyfriend. But he’s loyal and has a weird place in my life. Other guys I fucked usually did or said something to make me want to fuck them.

I like the power trip of a guy sucking my dick enough. I could force it, and sometimes I do, but watching a dude voluntarily do that is just magical.

So, girls and sucking cock. If they’re willing to do it, and their heart ain’t into it, I tell them what to do. They have way more fun when there’s gagging and it’s messy. That’s how my current gf was. She would do it like it was a chore. She never had a guy tell her how to do it well. They have way more fun and want to repeat. In a way it starts before this. Get them talking about something like their siblings, having kids, or something. Sometimes it goes down like this: oh I can’t stand being around kids, or I never want kids. Then you tell them you were surprised because they seemed more like the nice, nuturing type. It flips the switch and they start playing that role.

hen there are the girls who just won’t do it or who aren’t sure. One of my teammates taught me this. If you make them think they’re in control then it’s game on. What I say always varies. But they think I’m at their mercy once they start. Like I’m just powerless once my dick starts getting sucked. But nobody on their knees with a dick in their mouth is in control. Once they’re down there then I can start telling them how and watching them do it. All of this probably sounds evil. But I think deep down they’re just doing exactly what they really want.

Then Master Cody shared his views on fetishes:

I keep a pretty small circle. People do just naturally seem to want to know what I think is the best course of action. They leave certain decisions to me (this isn’t always enjoyable if I don’t care). More forceful guys do gravitate toward me because I won’t immediately act just to “do” something and run in circles. My classmates in my gen ed. classes seem to want my validation. Sports are interesting because, even tho I’m on a team, I like like competing alone. My brother likes team oriented shit like baseball.

Fetishes. I’m ashamed of my feet, so a big no on that one. I do like having my pits licked, girls or guys. Girls like when I’m sweaty just as much as the guys. I like it if they want to kiss or touch parts of my body. That has gotten close to my feet a few times with my calves. I don’t even understand that because it’s not like I have big burly calf muscles. I like to be watched while I’m fucking. Once I see a girl I want (or Mattias, apparently) it’s all about making her mine. The whole process of subduing them and breeding them is – I don’t have a word for it. I’m passionate and deliberate. Too much kink and talk would just feel too theatrical for what I like. I’ve actually known some guys grossed out by seeing their cum spilling out of a girl. I love it. I love how they can’t hold it in when they stand up. I like when they’re a little sore (nothing crazy) and still having contractions after. It’s emotional for some of them. I guess it sounds really vanilla but most of them say they’ve never been fucked like that before.

Can you see why I’m so smitten with Master Cody? He’s like a walking id, a raw Alpha Male with his switch permanently set to “on”. Yet, his obvious intelligence and self-deprecating wit is very charming as well. I can see why panties fly off around him.

I have been trying to find the right time to post Master Cody’s growing backlog of history, and that time has arrived. I just received a quick note from this young god that he finally got his resistant roommate to suck his dick! I’m awaiting the full update.

I cannot tell you how impressed I am by Master Cody. He is the complete package!

This post is part of a thread following the life of a faggot named Shane who managed to convince his high school crush, a straight Alpha named Andrew, to allow him to serve. CLICK HERE to read this thread in chronological order!

I think every single gay male had that one straight guy in high school we wanted so badly but never managed to get. For me, it was this guy named Bob who looked vaguely like Kyle McLachlan. My attempts to get Bob’s attention were almost embarrassing, but I could never stop staring at his bulge or his perfectly-formed ass. He entertained my clumsy advances (I think he knew I was a faggot), but I was way too awkward and unsure of myself as a freshman to make anything happen.

I think that pretty much describes the experiences of most gay males crushing on straight guys in high school. However, every so often a crafty and determined faggot will figure out the magic formula and strike gold. In this case, the crafty faggot in question is a twenty-something fag named Shane.

Shane lusted after a tall, lanky athlete in his high school named Andrew. They became good friends, and nothing happened between them for their entire time in school.

But Shane never gave up.

So we went to High school together actually. He ended up moving out to Boston as he got a job with Olympia Sports while he attended Umass Boston online. I had gotten a job out in Boston 6 years back and commuted. He was my crush in high school. Literally worshiped him. I knew he was living in the city and hit him up to see if he had an apartment that had a available room or what the deal was with him. He actually said he was looking for another place in the city to live as the rent was too high where he was at. So I ended up getting a 2 bedroom apartment in the city and told him I had a good apartment for cheap rent. He ended up moving in with me and it was amazing.

After a couple of months I knew I had to be honest with him. I sat down and talked with him about my situation. I told him I was a faggot and that I had worshipped him since high school and that I felt most useful helping him achieve his goals. As he had been single for a number of years I also let him know that i am there for his pleasure as well.

He was like wtf and took some time to think about what I just told him. About a week later he came back to me and told me what the rules are. I take care of the majority of the rent, I keep his room, bathroom, and the place clean. I help him with his assignments. And I will give him sexual pleasure when he wanted it. So the fact he laid down the law like that with me proves he was a true Alpha. And I was super happy to help him on his journey.

That’s one hell of an introduction to the use of faggots! Even Shane admitted his overwhelming fear:

Dude when I had my first conversation with him about telling him about me. I was so scared and nervous. We always were cool with each other before and I didn’t want to scare him off and I didn’t want to ruin our already existing friendship. But the fact he was open to it was incredible.

So it didn’t take Master Andrew long to seize control of the useful situation:

So he started getting his feet wet by no longer using my name but calling me fag/faggot all the time. Then he started telling me to do things, like his laundry, cleaning shit, picking up stuff for him, giving him some spending cash. I loved doing it man.

Then about a month into this I woke up one morning hearing him call me. “Faggot come here”. So I went to his room. He was kicked back on the bed masturbating, his dick was popped out of his boxers and he said I was going to be his fuck toy from now on as well. He ordered me to get on the bed with him and suck his cock, which I gladly did. And I was passive in the whole situation, I didn’t suck so much as he skull fucked me with his hands holding my head. I gagged, spit-up, and choked but that’s how he liked getting his head. And I was so happy to be used for his needs. I would smell his dirty socks and boxers, I’d sniff and lick his Jordan’s for him. He loved the power imbalance.

But then Master Andrew made the unexpected decision to introduce his new faggot to his Alpha pack!

So like I said we went to high school together so we know many of the same people from central MA. The first time he had a party he invited some buds from high school so he could hang with them and also out me as a faggot to them. They got pretty drunk and high. But I was ordered to serve them beer, pack bowls, get food, lick their sneakers, sniff and lick their feet while they all laughed and humiliated me. There was like 12 people over. The deal was if I was to be used for sex I’d be taken into the bedroom and used there. And 4 guys did use me sexually that night. They were too drunk to care, just needing to nut.

Shane has now been serving Master Andrew for SIX YEARS! And while the dynamic between them has changed since high school, the core bond between them remains thanks to each one accepting the truth about the other.

Whenever we’d go out in public together the dynamic never changed to make it seem like I was his equal. He called me fag in public all the time. I’d get looks but I didn’t care. He’s completely lost respect for me as a person … now I’m just his bitch faggot.

I absolutely love this true story of a faggot and an Alpha finding Hierarchical fulfillment in each other! And I’m so very inspired by Shane’s persistent pursuit of the Alpha to whom he desperately wanted to submit!

What a lesson, and what inspiration! Follow Shane’s great example, make room for service and make it a priority, and you too can find success!

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!

When I first met Michael, I knew instantly that he was a good faggot. How? Because he fearlessly pursued the fundamentals and made service a priority. This isn’t difficult. It simply requires courage and focus and humility. Michael has all of those qualities, and that led to his remarkable run of Alphas in his apartment complex.

Since then, I’ve come to know much more about Michael, and I can confidently state that he might be one of the greatest living non-porn faggots in the world. Since the apartment building assignment, Michael’s pure dedication to service has led to increasingly-incredible opportunities that make my mouth water. It has been one of the great privileges of my time with this site that I’ve been blessed to carry his experiences and encouragement.

With that said, Michael’s latest update is a real stunner; I’m so glad I kept pestering him to update me on his situation. I had to read it twice to digest it fully. Just read:

sam,  Thanks for asking.  i am super happy and super fulfilled in service to my teen Alpha god, Theo.

you and i have had this conversation before, but i never cease to be astounded by how naturally and instinctively an Alpha finds His Alphaness and imposes it on His willing faggot servant.  Theo’s need to unload is virtually perpetual — way in excess of the average 18-year-old male (at least in my experience).  i am expected to be there when He wakes up in the morning to take His morning load before He has the breakfast i prepare for Him and He heads off to school.  i am there when He comes home from practice to take His afternoon load.  Sometimes if He has a free period during the school day, He will text me and i slip out of work and head over to the high school.  my boss William (more about Him later) knows that i am going over to service his son and so He is very accommodating (not to me, but to His son Theo.)  And, of course i am there in the evening to take His last load before He goes to bed.

my service to Theo is pretty much a full-time job in addition to my regular full-time job.  i clean His apartment above the garage every day after i give him His morning BJ and send Him off to school.  i do His laundry.  Detail His car before He goes off on a date and keep it filled with gas.  i help Him with His class assignments and often, just do them for Him — not because He doesn’t understand the schoolwork (because He is brilliant) but rather because there are so many more enjoyable things He could do with that time — the gym, fucking girls or hanging with His buds.  He understands that He can call upon me at any time to run even the most trivial errands just because He can, and just because He knows that i am thrilled to do things for Him.

And as always, i am blown away by the supreme confidence that Alpha males have.  you will recall that Theo had inquired of my service to His father, William, and i told Him that that service did not include sexual service.  Well, one evening I am nourishing myself on Theo’s cock when His dad walks in.  Theo doesn’t miss a beat.  “Dad, the faggot tells me that it’s never given you a blow job.  You don’t know what you’re missing.”  William just stands there watching while Theo has a massive orgasm and deposits so much cum in my mouth (His fourth load of the day) that i cannot swallow it all, and a good amount dribbles out of the corner of my mouth.  “Take care of my dad,” Theo orders.  i go over, look up at William with pleading eyes and ask, “may i Sir?”  He nods and i unzip Him, take out an impressive cock and go to work.  i am thrilled to say that William is not just pleased, but overwhelmed.  i get to suck William off from time to time now.  Never at work, but often after i have blown Theo, He will direct me to go over to the big house and take care of His dad.

Now here’s the problem.  Theo will be going off to college in the Fall.  The acceptances come in next week, but all the schools He’s applied to are out of town.  If i am to continue my service to Him i will have to relocate.  William is trying to set something up for me to be “assigned” to the office of a client or of a friend of His so that i can continue in my service to Theo.  It depends on where Theo ends up going to college.  Stay tuned.

regards,  michael

Frankly, this is such a remarkable experience that I barely knew where to begin. First of all, this is yet another example of a straight Alpha father and straight Alpha son sharing a faggot together. I’ve covered enough of these true stories (from different cultures, too!) that this must be a rite of passage for Alphas. The empirical evidence clearly supports this.

Then I wonder in amazement at Michael’s workload and tirelessness in service. He literally must not have time to breathe these days with these expectant Alphas running him ragged. Priests in a monastery don’t dedicate themselves to this degree. It’s jaw-dropping.

But then that last part about being moved by his boss Alpha William so that Michael can continue to service his son at college … WOW! That’s mind-blowing. What a privilege to be so valued by two Alpha gods that they move heaven and earth so you can keep worshiping them!

I remember when I first began writing down the principles I lived by in my service to Alphas, and I felt alone and exasperated by the failure of my fag brothers to take this seriously. It was like they didn’t believe the possibilities of fulfillment if they would just dedicate themselves to it.

And then my beautiful brother Michael seemingly dropped out of the sky and perfectly embodied everything I had been preaching all along. And look at how happy and fulfilled he is! You can be just like him!

I am so very grateful to my brother for his honesty and his example. I love the inspiration (and, frankly, competition) Michael gives me. Thank you, my dear friend!

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Okay, I was duped.

You might remember this recent question I received from a college Alpha who was thinking about trying to get his dorm roommate to suck his dick. Whenever I receive questions, unless they otherwise indicate, I answer presuming two things: (1) that the writer is being truthful, and (2) that the writer knows little about Hierarchical principles. This initial presumption of innocence has helped me find some incredible true stories (like Sir Rob and his Alpha son Master Kyle) that I might’ve been tempted to dismiss had I listened to my readers.

In the case of the question from the college Alpha above, my answer came from the point of view that the college Alpha had no prior experience with faggots.

SURPRISE! In follow-up emails I discovered that the college Alpha in question, Cody, has been using faggots for easy release and as playthings for his dominance since high school!

Alpha Cody initially emailed me back to inform me of his first attempt following my advice to get his dorm mate to suck his dick:

Hey it’s Cody.  The guy with the beta roommate. My first try didn’t work. I came out of the shower, opened my towel up, shook my dick, and did the whole “you know want it” thing. Our room door was open too. We live across from two girls. I’ve been on thin ice my first year for some of my bullshit. He got real uptight and told me to stop and wrap back up. Making him uncomfortable is like a hobby for me.  I even added, “come on I won’t tell anyone.”

I love the “first try” line, meaning Alpha Cody isn’t going to stop his efforts to get his dick down the roommate’s throat. Very Alpha!

But then came the shocker:

This dorm is full of thirsty dudes though. I went to one whose roomie is a music major and practices all evening and got my balls drained good. I drop by and he always makes time. His roomie’s gay too like most music majors. They won’t tag team tho. I wish they would. I’ve got 2 girls to do it before but not 2 guys. I figured girls would be way more jealous.

Say WHAT?? It was such a casually tossed-off detail that I almost got whiplash from the shock of it. So then began a series of information-seeking questions from me trying to understand Alpha Cody’s life with faggots until this point. It turns out he is possibly the college Alpha of every faggot’s dreams.

A little bit about me: I was a high school triathlete.  The NCAA doesn’t have a men’s tri division.  That’s something I didn’t know. I was going to do a Team USA qualifier last year but most if not all the races were cancelled.  We’ll see about this year.  I’m really high energy.  I actually got worked up for mania when I was 12. My family has made peace with what I am and how I am.

I asked him about his use of faggots:

I dunno if they’re faggots like you talk about. I don’t do anything kinky with them or call them by certain names.  A lot of gay dudes just like my body, dick, and personality.  And I like to dominate whether it’s sexually, physically, academically, etc.  It’s a rush seeing a male on my dick.  I actually like the dorm fags I meet up with. We both want something from each other.   But it wouldn’t be nearly as fun as having my roomate cave.  The best blow jobs I ever get are from guys (or girls) who hate me. 

An example.  We had this faggy kid at school in the honors program and “Beta club” (hahahahahaha).  He accused me of getting softballed on my grades.  Challenged me to enter our qualifier for the National Academic Champion.  I whooped his ass in front of an audience.  It was beautiful.  He came up to me the next Monday and apologized for underestimating me.  It was pathetic.  I pretty much told him just to suck my dick.  And he did.  I nut all over him and walked out.  I dunno how he got out of school that day without anyone seeing him covered in cream. I have no “use” for faggots like you say except just to tease and torment, and to watch them turn red and get all hungry when I do it.  Fucking their mouth or ass is just a side benefit.  If I want real sexual pleasure I’ll fuck a girl.

Watching them submit is even more fun because they have no control when it happens. They fight it but they can’t beat their biology. I sound like a bastard but I’m good to people I respect.

Breathtaking!

The bravado and attitude are both perfect studies on Alphahood. Alpha Cody uses faggots like a typical straight Alpha does, for both recreational pleasure and dominant control. It’s all instinct with him. He knew to force that beta bitch to its knees and cum all over it as a way to reestablish Hierarchical order.

Speaking of instinct, how did you like that line about how faggots “can’t beat their biology”? He instinctively understands that faggots will fight it but ultimately they cannot resist the thing they were born to do: serve Men like him.

It’s always exhilarating to communicate with Alphas like Cody who have such a firm command of Hierarchical principles at a young age. It’s like witnessing a miracle of the natural world occur right in front of your eyes!

And I’m fully expecting this beta roommate to submit to Alpha Cody’s insistent demands soon. The truth remains the same – Alphas like him always get what they want eventually.

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Earlier today I posted this truly remarkable video of a faggot being collared by its Master before being scent trained and it blew up all over my social media. I heard from faggots who have been collared, Masters who have collared their faggots, and lots of faggots who desperately want to wear the collar of an Alpha. It was almost an emotional reaction from many, a need. It took me a bit by surprise, honestly.

I don’t know why it did, though, because I also felt a twinge of yearning while watching the video. The collaring of a faggot seems to have an even deeper emotional response than the caging of a faggot. I think maybe it’s because of the connection to dogs, an animal usually beloved by Men. That, combined with the ownership aspect, creates a deeply personal symbolic meaning to the collar around their neck.

One person who was especially triggered by the post was my dear brother Jamie, the fag-wife of Apex Alpha God-Man Master Dino. The post resurrected the experience of his own collaring years ago at the hands of his great, all-powerful Alpha Master.

i was reading posts this morning and i saw the collar post and it brought back so many good memories I went to Daddy who was sitting at His desk in His boxers wearing (for some reason i never asked about) only one sock. i knelt and kissed His bare foot and tears of love and gratitude burst forth. I dried it up quickly and apologized. He smiled, knowing how my emotions have been close to the surface lately. Then He asked what the problem was.  i told Him that i was working on controlling my emotions (as He told me to do earlier) but i had a memory of Him putting the collar on me and it just made me so happy. He flashed His scorching smile and teasingly rolled His eyes in that “Oh, you faggots” way and then using my hair He pulled my face into His crotch and just allowed me to BREATHE Him in while He continued working.

After some time passed (no idea how much time, i was VERY happily occupied lost in His scent) He woke me from my beautiful daydreams told me what He wanted for dinner then said, ” I remember you really wanted to be collared and I acted as if I could give a fuck. All the while Alpha pride swelled it My chest and in My dick. I’d made you wait, teasing you by never mentioning it but by dropping other words in our talks that were designed to make you THINK about getting collared and make you squirm with need for Me. Ha! I am truly a bastard, ain’t I bitch?” And His laughter filled the room. He pulled His dick out and I zoomed back to Nirvana, my head lying between His legs and his sweaty sack covering my eyes and His soft dick going down my nose  where the head just lay on my partially open lips. HEAVEN ON EARTH! LOL

Daddy started again with His recollections of that night. “I tried hard not to allow My hole see that God was almost as excited as it was.” He said, still smiling at the picture of 2 barely legal boys, one earnestly striving to be a TRUE Alpha and not ‘announce’ His emotions and to stay calm and methodical and the other in a constant state of nervous awe of this ManGod who was REALLY claiming it for His own property. He said, “I think that night was a cornerstone in the fondation of the world I’ve built for us. That was the 1st real physical connection, proof that your faggot ass belonged to Me, that you had purpose and an owner who thought you were worth His attention and affection.”

He was right, as always. He had told me to hurry and finish clearing the dinner things and slapped my tender ass. (He had taken me only a few months before so my body was still adapting to His loving orders, His wonderfully rough way of being tender and His blindingly HARD ruts so i was in fag heaven). I followed Him to His bedroom and knelt again before Him. He told me to look at Him. I did slowly as I couldn’t be sure of His reaction. As was stated i’d only been His for a few months. i was sure of nothing except this was absolutely the most mercurial and magnificent Male ever and when i looked at Him He might pat my head or slap my face for daring to look. (It was still a time for Him to test my abilities and worthiness so shit could be quite interesting until He deemed my efforts noteworthy. Hehe) He smiled and took my chin and told me He was about to make ‘an honest faggot’ of me and laughed and told me to close my eyes. He then told to open them and I discovered a box on His lap. i asked permission with my eyes and He told me to open it. Inside was the strip of black leather with a few silver studs but to this faggot it was SO much more. As i reached for it my shaking hands betrayed my cool exterior-in the beginning Daddy did not allow me to express loving emotions. Being a straight Alpha it was some time before He became comfortable with my showing my love and devotion–except when He was fucking, raping, or anything else He might do that ended with His cum pumping into His faggot. He brushed my hair away from my face and took the collar. He told me to ‘hold that goddamn mop’ out of His way and

He collared me as I looked directly into His eyes, something i’ve done ONLY when He entered me for the first time, when we did something i’ll never tell for the first time together, and upon His command. When He closed that collar and fastened it i experienced almost all the emotion and pleasure as when He cunted me for the first time. i had SUCH a sensation of deep contentment, gratitude, i felt safe. i now BELONGED to Him–my Master, my God. Such a feeling of serenity swept over me, bringing tears. My adoration of Him mushroomed into an overwhelming feeling of worship, lust, and hunger for anything that came from His magnificent mind and body. The reason i was put here by creator God was to serve, to sate, and to service this perfect specimen of Manhood and Masculine power. i’ll never forget that moment, the moment i KNEW He was my purpose, my life’s work was for His glorification, His satisfaction. His pleasure was my reward in life. This God among Men was my destiny.

And then, using the collar to emphasize its meaning, He used my holes until dawn. Then, without releasing His last load, He bent His leg as a kind of pillow for me and pulled me down. He looked at me and seemed to just enjoy seeing me there. I think it was a ‘i think i love this hole’ moment for Daddy. He then put His hard dick in my mouth, about the first couple of inches, looked at me with such, well, love and stroked my cheek. Then with a tenderness that almost made me faint He said, ” Eat my load fucking faggot” and filed my mouth with His precious cum. It was too much for this cumhole and i was out.  When i woke hours later it was by my smiling God who allowed me to sleep 4 hours with His rod in my mouth. He told me to get in the shower and kneel where He baptised me and the collar with His piss.

Since then, I’ve asked if anything bought for me like the collar or my new unequals bracelet be sanctified by his piss. i believe He enjoys that but He’ll make me wait a bit, just to show who has control. And I freaking love that, and Him.  So that’s it. I guess I just wanted to share a very special memory.

I’ve said this before on the blog, but it really bears repeating after that gorgeous and worshipful message from Jamie: Alphas might pretend like they don’t care, but they have much deeper and more powerful emotions than we ever know until they act on them. They spend most of their lives hidden behind impenetrable walls of masculine bravado. To Men, a faggot is a thing you use or beat up, not love.

Jamie found himself in the clutches of one of the most violent and powerful Alpha Masters the world has ever known, and Jamie could be excused for thinking that Master Dino could never love or cherish him. And then, out of nowhere, Master Dino tenderly locks a collar around Jamie’s neck and makes a life commitment to the faggot. It’s no wonder the shock of the moment overwhelmed poor Jamie!

But this touching memory Jamie shared with me speaks to the tenderness, the commitment, and the sense of peace that collaring a faggot can have. It’s meaningful not only to the faggot, but, as Master Dino mentioned in the story, it’s also meaningful for the Alpha.

This might be one of my most favorite memories I’ve ever posted here. I thank Master Dino and Jamie for sharing it with me!

The Discord server arm of FWA (CLICK HERE) continues to slowly grow into a fertile place to meet Alphas and faggots and share experiences and thoughts on Hierarchy. This new version of the server is delightfully free of the posers and pansies that tried to overrun it the first time.

One of my favorite channels on the new server is the one dedicated to true stories. Here people can share their experiences and receive feedback or advice.

One user named Kawada shared a doozy of a story of his use by his first Alpha, a hunky neighbor who took him during his freshman year in high school.

When I was just starting high school, there was a man who used to always be doing yard work with his shirt off whenever I was omw home from school. He was sexy af, muscular and sweaty. I would stare at him and sometimes stop walking so I could watch him.

He noticed me noticing him and one day waved me over. He said he’d seen me checking him out. I was too shy and awkward to say anything. He said it was hot and he needed a drink and asked if I wanted to come inside. I followed. He plopped down on the couch, pointed to the kitchen and told me to grab him a beer. I obeyed. When I came back to the living room, he had his cock out, stroking. He asked me if I liked it. I was still shy and said I dunno. He said he could tell I was a faggot. I felt myself blush. My face got hot. He said it’s ok to be a faggot. Theres nothing wrong with it. He told me that it’s ok to stare but I’d like it better if I got closer. He stood up and told me to get on my knees.

I obeyed. He said “good girl” and walked up close so his cock was near my face. I leaned forward to suck it, but he slapped my face. Not hard, not to hurt me. Just to correct me. He said, I didn’t say you could touch my dick. You gotta ask permission first. I said, can I suck it? He said, you need to show respect. Say please and thank you, and call me sir. I said, can I please suck your cock sir? He said, “good girl” and pulled my head onto his cock. I had never sucked cock before but had thought about it a lot. He was so sweaty from working in the sun, he tasted salty and smelled like a real man.

I started to choke right away and pull away, but he wouldn’t let me. I kept shoving my head down and kept saying, “in your throat, in your THROAT” until he pushed past my tonsils. I was pounding on his thighs with my fists and eventually he let me up for air. I he said catch your breath fast. I took a few deep breaths and then he shoved my head back down and facefucked me some more. I kept struggling for air, but he kept saying not until I say so. He paused every once in a while to let me catch a few quick breaths. I was getting dizzy but he didn’t let me pass out.

Eventually he said, show me your pussy. I felt paralyzed. All I could do was gasp for air. He picked me up like a rag doll and carried me into the bedroom. He said take all that shit off. I started taking my clothes off. When I was down to my underwear he put me on all fours on the bed and tore my underwear completely off. He said don’t ever let me see you wear that shit again. Either wear some cute panties or no underwear at all. Understand me? I said, yes sir. He said good girl. I felt him rub his cock up and down my ass crack. He put some lube or lotion or something on it. It felt cold and wet.

I felt the head of his cock go inside me. It hurt and I started to panic and pull away. He pinned me down with his full weight and pushed inside me deeper. I screamed and he put his hand over my mouth. I whimpered and thrashed but he said, “shut the fuck up. Do what I tell you and it won’t hurt.” He was only just barely in past the head and stopped. He said, squeeze your pussy as tight as you can and hold it. I did. He waited a few seconds and said, ok relax. I did, and when I relaxed I could feel him slide in deeper. He said, squeeze tight again. I did. He waited a few seconds and said relax. Same thing happened. This went on until my pussy had swallowed his entire cock. He held it there for a long time, and kept telling me to squeeze and relax over and over.

Eventually I couldn’t squeeze anymore, my muscles were so exhausted. That’s when he started fucking me. It hurt but I could take it. I wasn’t afraid anymore. He pulled my hair and made me look into the mirror. He said, look at yourself, faggot. Now look at me. See the difference? I must moaned. He pulled my hair so my eyes watered and said again, see the difference, faggot?? I said yes, sir. He said what are you? I said I’m a faggot sir. He said good girl. And what am I? I said you’re a man. He said that’s right. You’re not a man are you? I said no sir. He said you were never a man were you. I said no sir. He said you could never be a man could you. I said no sir. He said look at yourself in the mirror and say it again. I looked into my eyes in the mirror while this man raped me and said I’m a faggot. I said it over and over. Eventually I could feel his pace quicken. He said I’m gonna cum. Where you want my cum, faggot? I said on my face. He said to bad, slut. And fucking roared and pounded my pussy so hard I screamed again. I could feel ever inch of his cock throbbing inside me when he pumped me full of his cum. He stayed inside me spasming for a long time after that.

Then slowly, very slowly, he pulled out of my pussy. He said I had some good pussy and I felt proud for making him cum so much. He said, “Now you say thank you, sir.” I obeyed. He said, “you gonna bring that pussy back tomorrow?” I said yes sir. He said good girl. Now get the fuck out of here before my wife gets home.

I went back for more every day after school, and sometimes skipped school so I could spend the whole day being his nasty little cock sleeve. He taught me obedience, respect, and a faggots place. He usually kept me to himself, but occasionally he would blindfold me and let other men use my pussy. I never knew who any of them were except one. I recognized the voice of his weed dealer, and I’m pretty sure he pimped me out for weed at least once. Since that first time, there have been several occasions when I was getting fucked and I felt like I couldn’t take any more and tried to stop. The men always told me to shut the fuck up and made me take it until they were finished. In the moment, I was always afraid and in pain, but afterwards, I was always glad they didn’t let me tap out. I would have been so disappointed and embarrassed for failing in my primary purpose in life.

I am so grateful to the alphas who taught me that it’s ok to be a faggot and that you can take pride in yourself if you know your place and serve your purpose well. Without that first rape, I would never have had the courage to submit to a real man. I would have continued living a lie, in shame and misery. He quite probably saved my life.

It’s interesting that faggots who experience these kinds of rape-like takings by Alphas come to the same Hierarchical conclusion: this is how it had to happen so that this faggot could accept its purpose.

I essentially came to the same conclusion about my rape. Other faggots taken in this fashion say the same. Some might dismiss these justifications as a way to cope with a traumatic event but I don’t think so. I simply think that we faggots understand the Male need to take and roughly use faggots Hierarchically rather than emotionally.

There is no doubt that Men see it that way. Notice this response from an Alpha on the server who calls himself “Imperator Caesar Augustus”:

What happened is that they took the responsibility out of your hands of having to decide if u were or not a fag. Probably it would have taken ages to figure it out by urself, but these men gave you no choice but to comply, and they knew u would comply, they saw it in your body language, that u were craving em and they acted…. Alphas know how to read body language. It’s a predatory characteristic.

I, of course, agree with everything this Alpha said about Kawada’s “rape”. When Alphas take faggots like this, they’re tilling the garden soil of Hierarchy and planting new crops of faggots. It’s a sexual form of natural selection.

Which is why faggots like myself or Kawada end up in this phantom zone somewhere between traumatized and grateful for being taken this way.

The older I get, the more grateful I am.

This thread follows the true story of Master Ahmed, a straight 21-year-old Apex Alpha who has discovered faggot ownership. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since I heard anything substantial from straight Master Ahmed. Every so often a faggot will ask about him, and I just shrug my shoulders. Master Ahmed is like the wind, wild and untamed. You simply wait for the next breeze to arrive, and hope it doesn’t blow down your house when it does.

When I last heard from him, he was really working to properly enslave his faggot Valentin. My brother Val is a good faggot, willing to go to whatever lengths it must in order to please its Master.

But Master Ahmed has recently acquired a new faggot named Zaki. This new faggot combines Val’s slavish devotion to worship with a playful sense of humor that really tickles Master Ahmed’s fancy.

As I was talking to him yesterday, Master Ahmed was relaxing at Zaki’s apartment while the faggot cleaned. Zaki has been caged, of course, but this day Master Ahmed had a buttplug in Zaki in preparation for later.

What was later? Well Master Ahmed intended to fuck and breed Zaki for the first time! Then he sent me this:

But then Master Ahmed began to talk very differently about Zaki.

I do want to make this (breeding) special. I really like Zaki. I love everything about him 😄.

That was unexpected! Then Master Ahmed went even farther with it.

What should I do of Valentin? I thought of keeping him as a service sub and occasionally as a feet cleaner/cock sucker … but I don’t want to grant the same status to Zaki and Val.

Why?

Val is my fag, but Zaki is kind of my …fag-boyfriend. I really like him and he makes me laugh a lot. It’s quite fusional relationship between Zaki and Me. Zaki calls Me God and I definitely love it but I also love spending time with him.

Is Master Ahmed falling in love with one of his faggots? Maybe!

Around this time Zaki knelt and began sucking on Master Ahmed’s toes. Like most Alphas, he loves that kind of devoted worship. Here are the gorgeous feet Zaki enjoyed:

Then Val was headed over to the apartment, and Master Ahmed had to go to prepare for a night of breeding and worship.

Later I received this:

Ok I own Val so much that yesterday he slavishly licked Zaki’s cum-dripping hole 😍. Val watched me breed Zaki while he sucked my feet, so that was his reward.

I find this change in Master Ahmed fascinating. He’s very clearly a straight Alpha (he fucks females all the time), but he’s developed affection for the inferior faggots who worship him. This is surprisingly common, apparently; Masters Nick, Matt, and Jin have developed strong attachments to their faggots despite being heterosexual.

It’s fun to witness this change in Master Ahmed, though. He has this delightful “eh, fuck it” attitude about it all that makes me smile.

When you’re a god, you have nobody to answer to except yourself!

I had no idea what was going to become of the Hierarchy Podcast when I started it almost a year ago. Would anyone even listen? Would I have anything to say? Would anyone even listen???

Much to my great surprise, many people have been listening. The feedback I receive from it crosses multiple boundaries – gays, straights, Alphas, faggots, transgendered, and even a few women! It’s widely listened to around the world, even ranking high in certain little counties I had no idea would even get it.

Like this website, the whole point of the podcast was to help people find purpose and fulfillment. I didn’t know HOW it might accomplish that, but I thought I’d give it a try.

Well I have heard from people who have been helped by the podcast, but today I received a most extraordinary series of text messages from a 46-year-old Alpha named Michael. Actually, he’s just discovering his Alphahood at this point in his life through the podcast!

But it gets better:

I have turned my partner into a total sub faggot since listening to the podcast. Our sex life is amazing now thanks to your podcast. I was telling (my partner) about the podcast and it just went on from there. He serves me every night, and it has been so good for us. So thank you.

Extraordinary!

Alpha Michael’s partner is a 40-year-old sub (now full-fledged faggot) who has also learned its place thanks to the podcast.

I am 46 and he is 40 we have been together for 13 years and we opened our relationship up about 7 years ago. We played together once and it weirded me out having to share him with someone else but now I want to share him with another alpha. Yep… it has been so amazing ever since I discovered your podcast! He knows that his role is just a hole.

Through the podcast Alpha Michael has learned about the power of chastity.

It’s already in chastity. I have a key and have one hidden he is locked up and cannot cum until I think he has earned it. I locked him myself, and it was a powerful experience for me. He is such a good faggot. He does a great job serving his sir.

I was floored by this! Typically it’s hard for an established, long-term couple to change direction so radically, but this seems to have been exactly what they needed. I guess I could liken it to a chiropractor radically adjusting a back and instantly relieving pain.

This amazing new Alpha signed off this way:

Oh okay… well I will tell you again that I love your podcast and I would love to have you along with my faggot serve me. Keep up the great work on the podcast. I listen every morning on the way to work.

What a shot in the arm that conversation was for me today! THANK YOU Master Michael for sharing your personal story with me! Maybe you can be a guest on the show!

As for me, I think I’ll keep the podcast going!

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

After hearing about the surprise tropical vacation Master Dino gifted to his faggot wife Jamie, I was eager to find out what “final surprise” awaited Jamie when they returned home.

Jamie dutifully sent me a follow-up:

sam, i just had to tell you about the surprise waiting for me after our vacation. When we arrived I was organizing in my head just how to get my ManGod’s home back in order. Not that it was trashed but all my free time was taken while the Son of God lived with us, learned, and grew as a person, as well as an Alpha Male. Anyway, my AWESOME GOD had everything taken care of while we were away! I don’t know details but the place is IMMACULATE–WITH EVERYTHING EXACTLY WHERE IT BELONGS!

It was my emotional limit. After all the emotions of the last months, all the testosterone churning in my Men along with their naturally domineering personalities and Alpha NEED to pump/shoot cum into all available holes, my EVERYTHING was simply overloaded with joy and fulfillment and pride. i often think that there’s just no possible way for this Living Example of the perfect way Man and God can combine could make me worship and respect Him more than He already has. But, He does, and daily. And, that is an Alpha, isn’t it brother?

Anyway, i simply lost my humility for a moment and allowed unbridled ecstacy and pride of being HIS hole to overwhelm me and i imploded. i laid down at His–i have no more superlatives to bestow upon my Owner–feet and cried for what must have been an hour while i kissed His feet, caressed His furry legs, and murmured how magnificent, sexy, awesome, intelligent, omnipotent, powerful, passionate, etc…He is. How i would faithfully and slavishly i would honor, love, serve and service Him, all the while just feeling His overwhelming, comfortably smothering protective love washing over me. And in the middle of my faggot histrionics and lack of emotional control a calm came over me and i realized that my Daddy had said a comforting word or two before i crumpled at His feet and then He simply started doing some computer work for the office. Some might dare to say His seeming indifference was cold and uncaring but i KNOW my Daddy. That ‘indifference’ hid His brilliance. He knew that if i saw him calm and cool i would wonder why i wasn’t. i instantly realized, i just had a terrific time away, our life and home were in wonderful shape and i was feeling His masculine power and His love for His faggot permeate the room. On top of which i was lying at His feet almost incoherently worshiping Him (at His feet WHERE i BELONG) and this faggot shut the fuck up. my gratitude of His genius, and my total amazement and appreciation that such a ManGod could find anything He could actually love (and lust after) about any faggot, especially when my God could have a MUCH better looking, more appropriate cumdump than a (formerly) chubby, cumhole who is 10 years older, who is DEFINITELY not worthy of His vast reserves of patience and ABSOLUTELY not worthy of His unyielding love of His possessions. This strong devotion combined with His unshakable knowledge of His power to quietly, yet forcefully do ANYTHING He must to restore order and be the soothing, Alpha God presence to His family, the people He loves and protects (at times with His life) is what truly makes Him a God to all of us here.

I rambled on again but that seems to happen when i discuss the love of my life. Daddy says, “Tell the faggot I’ll try to shoot it an email this weekend–so its panties will have time to dry cause I know its little clit/dick just started dripping from the anticipation of contact with the God to whom you will forever belong. Now, put the mutherfucking phone down and get in bed.” Then smiling said,” you fucking cunt.” I will never understand why fate chose to gift me with belonging to this Alpha Male God.

Night brother… i got this feeling that I am about to be aggressively entered, pumped full of His copius, liquid passion, and made to feel i do deserve His all-encompassing love. my Daddy, He gives me LIFE!

This is such a vibrant description of what happens inside a faggot when owned completely by an Alpha Male.

We faggots are broken creatures. Scared. Insecure. The world around us feels dangerous and threatening.

So when an Alpha comes into our life and takes ownership of us, he brings with him order and purpose. We mindlessly work and tirelessly serve like hyperactive mice to make our Alpha happy, partially because, like a drug addict, we are afraid we will lose him.

So when an Alpha gives his faggot permission to decompress and commendation for a job well done, in that contemplative space the faggot becomes overwhelmed. All of these strong, suppressed emotions spring forth uncontrollably.

When a faggot is cunted, something similar happens. I strongly suspect it’s this phenomenon I’m talking about here.

Yes, it’s a shock reaction I’m describing. If you’ve ever seen a front-line worker during a disaster, they work so hard for so long, often subsisting on pure adrenaline alone … but once the danger has passed, they collapse and weep out of either joy or agony.

Cunted faggots or faggots in situations like Jamie’s above weep mostly out of extreme joy and gratitude. We break down because we feel so unworthy of our owner’s love and wise concern.

Master Dino may not have reacted to Jamie’s outburst, but inside he will remember every sob and every tear. These were the emotions of his faggot, his most valuable possession, gratefully offered in tribute to its god.

This is the very essence of this most primal and Hierarchical union. Alpha and faggot. Owner and owned. Master and slave. God and servant.

However it’s called, beneath it all runs deep and powerful rivers of respect, gratitude, adoration, and love.

Never feel ashamed to break down and share your feelings of gratitude with your Alpha. In his presence you are safe, and at his feet you are free.

This post is part of a thread following the development of David, a well-endowed faggot moved to chastity and embraced by an amazing Alpha named Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last installment (CLICK HERE) I related the heartwarming story of a faggot named David who has found an Owner named Alpha Alex. At the end of that post I told you that there was a troublesome second part to that story.

I’m going to let David tell it:

Hello Sam. So the other day when I sent you the message about the best day of my life when I finally got to be with alpha Alex. When he said I had to serve only him I knew I had to tell the other two alphas that I couldn’t serve them anymore. Didn’t think it would be a problem because I didn’t see them much anyway ( I always served alpha Alex a lot before lockdown ) anyway one if them just said fine and good luck.

The other wanted me to tell him face to face … so I met him and told him I now belong to alpha Alex and he wasn’t happy. I’ve only served this particular alpha about six times so his reaction was a shock. First he grabbed me by the throat and spat in my face so I pushed him away. Then he picked up a length of old hessien back carpet ( the kind with the hard backing ) and whacked me in the face with it narrowly missing hitting my eyeball. It has cut my face and left a nasty mark ( see photo below ) after that he again grabbed hold of me but this time I really punched him hard knocking him to the ground. I took kickboxing for 3 and a half years so I can defend myself if I need to. I think the punch to his face really shocked him because afterward he got up and ran. I honestly can’t believe he acted in such a pathetic way.

Now alpha Alex knows and said he will hunt him down and make sure he knows to stay away from me however I said I’d rather it just be forgotten now as I don’t want my alpha getting into trouble because of me. It’s really beautiful that he cares for me this way but I have told him I can defend myself if I have to and I did. It took a little time and he agreed and gave me a hug. I’d just also like to say I don’t think a real alpha should be violent towards a fag because to me it just shows that they are weak … pathetic excuses of a man. That kind of violence has absolutely no place in any kind of relationship in my opinion. Thank you for taking the time to read this brother and I hope you are well. God bless and stay Happy from your fag brother David

First of all, I’m so glad my brother is okay! An attack like that is terrifying, and often so unexpected!

I’m also grateful that David had martial arts training to help him in this horrible situation. But what happens to all of those faggots who DON’T have such training? It really drives home the point that faggots should choose to serve GOOD Alphas with even, mature temperaments! Faggots like to fetishize service to violent, abusive Alphas, but these unstable Men can cause real and permanent damage to a trusting and defenseless faggot!

I thank my brother David for humbly sharing this awful episode! It helps more faggots than we can even imagine!

This thread follows the development of Alpha Toby, an 18-year-old straight Alpha who is taking ownership of his faggot brother and a faggot friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the more inflammatory series of articles on the site involved a young Apex Alpha named Toby and his physical and sexual enslavement of his faggot brother Jamie. Many felt like I shouldn’t be encouraging things like this. Others accused me of inventing everything for the sake of titillating my audience.

And then, right in the middle of this controversy, Master Toby disappeared. I tried every avenue of communication I had to reach him, but received nothing.

I resigned myself to the possibility that Master Toby wasn’t real.

Then, out of nowhere, Master Toby sent me a message! He had returned even more powerful than before! He was very eager to share a pic of him and his gorgeous new girlfriend:

He also wanted me to know he was no longer using his faggot brother for quick sexual relief, but that Jamie has continued to serve him and their father (who now knows of their Master/slave situation).

Honestly amazing faggot, my little bro’s been serving me, he is fully a faggot now, he calls every man he meets sir, he’s my constant slave and my dad knows now and he totally supports it, honestly it’s great faggot. I’ve decided that I’m not going to be having any sexual relation to him just because dicks are for chicks you get me 😅. Me and my girlfriend made our relationship official recently as well!

By “official” Master Toby means she accepted him as her owner. She’s very submissive as well.

I was curious about the father’s involvement in this, so Master Toby elaborated:

He’d always kinda abused my brother and called him faggot and queer and so I just kinda told him and he was like “I don’t give a shit he’s sub human any where fucking queers like him should be made to serve and I could use some help around the house” so it was a bit much, but I was like fine you know fag. (My Dad doesn’t use it) sexually, but pretty much, my father likes to spit on him and beat him up and whenever my brothers in the house he’s in a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers with a locked dick and plugged.

The description Master Toby gave me of Jamie’s treatment by the father rattled me a bit, so I inquired more about it.

Well faggot, things have been pretty good. My faggot little brother has fully acclimated to who he is. Everyday he has a training schedule, he must train his hole, train his throat, shave all his body hair, make sure his dick is locked and before he gets dressed put on one of mine or my dads dirty boxers. It’s official now because when he’s in the house he must wear only undies, his dick cage and plug, he makes us dinner, cleans the house, he does my school work, he does the shopping, he is one hundred percent our faggot. My dad didn’t really give a shit because he thinks any gay man is subhuman so he doesn’t really give a shit it’s his son. He said no son of mines a faggot, so he can serve us however you see fit. He has a little job that he goes to and 100% of the money from it goes to me, that’s £200 a month and he loves it faggot.

Jamie’s life as a faggot began as a sexual relief tool, but has now descended into a slave object for two powerful Alpha Males.

Jamie is still very young and has much to learn about itself in the coming years. But the training it has received by these Alpha family members will last forever.

As for Master Toby, he’s enjoying life as an Apex predator. However, something tells me an Alpha like him will want to subjugate other faggots sexually or otherwise in the future.

One reason why was the story he told me about a faggot that serves his school football team.

I used a faggot at my football club to polish balls and feet and he always cleans the changing rooms and stuff and buys us food and shit like that. We bully it and it cleans our sweaty feet and make him do humiliating things like lick the shower drains. Honestly one of the best things we ever done, was we all took this pair of Calvin boxers home and came on it separately and shaved our balls, so they were like dirty cunstained boxer with our ball hair shaved in it and we watched him clean it with his tongue and he still wears them today.

Once an Alpha has a taste for faggot worship and service, it’s hard to forget.

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Easily one of the most electrifying true stories posted here over the last two years involved Master Dino, a dark and violent straight Apex Alpha, and a faggot named Jamie who taught him the true meaning of worship and eventually became Master Dino’s fag wife. Readers all around the world were inspired by Jamie’s brave and total submission to this God-Man, and Master Dino’s jaw-dropping letters were so intoxicatingly incendiary that they needed to have a warning label attached to them.

I have received probably one message a week since they went quiet a few months ago begging for more information about the pair. When we last left off, Master Dino had discovered that his teenage son Chad was also Alpha and subsequently allowed his faggot to service his son. That was one hell of a brutal way to stop a story of this magnitude! My readers (and I as well) were starving for more information.

There were scant details I would receive every so often. One thing I know about involved a tragedy in Master Dino’s family that caused him to lay low for a couple of months. Every so often Jamie would drop a note promising an update that would never come.

Well, it finally arrived, and it’s an incredible update!

Hey sam,  i have THE best ManGod ever! After the last few weeks (or months) i truly thought maybe my eternal positivity had gotten me in trouble. When the Master asked me if i’d be able to serve both He and His son until all Chad’s unfinished business was cleared away i chirped that it would be no problem at all. Always happy when I can do ANYTHING to please Daddy, i really didn’t consider it in detail. The consequences of that put a real strain on my body and brain. (Hehehe, there WERE many wonderful rewards for this happy yet worn faggot.)  But I truly am not a whining cunt. i just wanted to speak to the exhausted thing one last time.

The very day Chad moved into His new pad and His new life Daddy said, “Get 2 changes of clothes for us, and… oh yeah, c’mon over here.” He told me I had been a good boy, that i’d performed my duties above expectations, and then my owner told me He loved me more than He believed was possible. By this time i was on my knees hugging my God’s thigh while pressing my face against His crotch,  hoping to simply smell His AWESOME junk. He stroked my cheek a moment and then i heard the musical sound of His zipper and  He said, playfully, “Why don’t you empty My nuts, cunt.) God,i LOVE the way His nuts smell, the way His dick tastes, the way He makes me feel. Then He must’ve looked at a clock because He commanded me to hurry or we’d be late. For what i didn’t know but i quickly sped up sliding up to the head of His Manhood and down to the ‘root’, as He calls it. Then He cursed the fact that we were rushed and grabbed my hair. He pulled me off His pole, turned my head up toward Him and told me to ‘make Him cum–now.’ He was referring to the 2 things i can do for Him that will immediately force Him to pump his load into His cumhole. He only wants me to use those ‘tricks’ in an emergency so i wondered what was up as I positioned myself to administer the ‘treatment’. Within 30 seconds of my attention I felt His rockhard dick expand and grow just a tiny bit more and then came familiar pulsing of His dick as His thick yummy cum flooded my mouth and He fucking slammed His dick down my throat and held a death grip on my head as he fed His faggot’s body and nourished its soul. Of course, when i felt His first 2 ropes of cum hit the back of my throat this faggot started trembling and He made me orgasm, as He does almost every time His sacred seed is pumped into either of my holes.

Man, im sorry. i only meant to tell you i discovered that we were late to get the plane that took us to a tropical location where the ruler of my world ordered me to rest. Its been an amazing week. Daddy had hired a local couple as servants and neither of us had to do a thing except relax. Of course, because it is an essential of life to Daddy and to me, I was, happily, his daily (hehehe, or hourly) cum dump. Damn, i’m SO proud to be the receptacle of all His bodily fluids, ESPECIALLY His cum. And He did the sweetest thing. Daddy was determined that i should be as idle as possible, moving only when absolutely needed so He had arranged for a padded leather swing to be hung in a room so that He could fuck me and i wouldn’t have to move! He could flip me, raise and lower it for His comfort and he pampered me, spoiled me, fucked and filled me, and made sure i was comfortable, happy, and that my pussy and my ‘cocksuck’ were kept well supplied with His cum.

We are going home tomorrow, where my Savior tells me He has yet another surprise for His faggot fuckhole. He knows His possession. He knows I HATE leaving any decent beach so He’s done something else so leaving won’t be as much of a downer. i am loved and owned by THE greatest MAN to ever grace this world. Daddy is planning to tell you the rest of the Story of Chad before next week. I will say these weeks with Chad have been wonderful. Its only months away but the next son is 16 soon enough and the teaching, the service and guidance start all over again. Right now, in this moment and beyond all my focus and desire will be to serve ONLY my Husband and His desires, needs, and habits. i no longer need to divide my attentions or my energies. It’s nice being able to TOTALLY devote my mind and body to my Awesome God once more. BTW if my surprise at home is especially kicking, ill let you know what it is. Now i gotta go and ask my ManGod for several of those fluids mentioned above. i’ve really had a craving for His ball sweat. 

See ya brother!

faggot jamie 

From what I’ve come to know about Master Dino through his writings to me so far, this seems like a major leap forward! The attention to detail doesn’t surprise me at all, but the affection shown here for his property is absolutely breathtaking. Essentially, a straight Apex Alpha owes nothing to the faggots he owns, so Master Dino needed to do nothing for Jamie after months of tireless service. BUT HE DID IT ANYWAY.

I cannot imagine the high Jamie feels right now after being treated like a princess in a tropical paradise by a god-like superhuman Apex predator like Master Dino! What an undeserved privilege!

Thank you to my brother Jamie for this most memorable update!

This thread follows the experiences of Nick, a faggot who got the attention of his straight neighbor while listening to the Hierarchy Podcast. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

When I began chronicling the faggot Nick’s startling service opportunity with a straight neighbor by using the Hierarchy Podcast as an introduction, I mentioned that I had another story involving Nick. I pushed it aside (as it wasn’t ready yet) so I could accurately cover the rapidly-developing events with the neighbor, but I always intended to get back to it.

This is that other story. It’s a rather melancholy (yet eye-opening) tale about Nick’s relationship with his Alpha Father Tom.

When Nick first contacted me, he wanted my guidance on how to submit to his Alpha Father Tom. I didn’t think this was a particularly good idea for many obvious reasons, and did my best to discourage him.

However, Nick could not be deterred. He was fueled by family gossip stories about his father using faggots in the past.

I found out a lot of history about him from my aunt when she was drunk one night. He cheated on my mom a lot, always took what he claimed was his and was his right. And she let slip that he had several submissive men in his pocket for regular affairs over the years too. He knows what he wants, what he deserves and how to get it. It was pretty much spelled out for me without going totally explicit. I know he cares and wants what’s best for me so I want to build anything around that.

So I thought it might be better if Nick talked to his father and see where he’s at on these issues before completely submitting to him. So Nick agreed to talk to him, and so they met up for a conversation.

A FATHER’S INTUITION

I met with my dad this morning and it went OK. He managed to say enough to me to get his points across without explicitly spelling it out. He basically told me yes he had faggots on the side and he knows he’s an alpha and I’m definitely not without using the exact words. I approached him very submissive with my speech and body language and told him I knew I was not like him, that he was a man’s man and I was happy finding my place as the flip side of the coin.

He got quiet and really serious and told me he had known I was like this for a long time and for a long time was disappointed I wasn’t a man and was also scared about how that could go for me. That’s why he brought me up trying to drill the contrary advice to what makes me a good faggot in the end. He was concerned how I would find myself.

I managed to get the courage to ask him about his past a bit. I asked him “you know a lot Sir, do you have first hand knowledge of people like me?” and that’s when he got a little elusive with his language. He basically admitted that in the past he got what he wanted and did what he wanted with who he wanted that the past was more his business but that I should trust his wisdom and experience.

He’s happy I’ve fallen into line and expressing myself thusly and less worried now that I’m my own adult. but he is content now with my step mom and whatever he’s got going on. When I paid for the food he just said. “right, good boy” and it felt good.

While it wasn’t everything he hoped the conversation might be, Nick was fairly content with the answers he received.

A little relieved and let down at the same time. He made it pretty clear the discussion was over and he didn’t seem like he wanted it picked back up. Just to kind of give me the nod and say, carry on. I would have liked for more intimate info and experiences but it went better than I thought it could.

I was relieved it went that well. I know a conversation like that could never happen with my father. I really admired Nick’s tenacity in the hunt for answers about his elusive Alpha father.

Then the podcast thing happened with the neighbor, and the story about the father temporarily derailed.

But recently Nick spent more time with Alpha Tom, and there Nick found out deeper and more startling information.

I had another conversation with my dad I thought might be worth sharing with you. We got more candid about the topic of subtle training, it ties into my history with him. We started talking about how I’m happier now and relationships and fulfillment and I told him I think I understand what he was thinking when he tried to raise me, and what I really am. I asked him if he knew if he was ashamed of me growing up and he told me he wasn’t that he knew I wasn’t a manly person and that even though it didn’t seem always seem like he believed it or encouraged it that he wanted me to feel content with who I am, just safe. I mentioned that the opposite of a lot of what he went about was the perfect advice and he sort of chuckled and told me he just wanted me safe but he thought he fed me correct info too and he brought up some ways he also sort of trained me to be submissive I sort of forgot about and he was right.

Looking back he did sort of feed me good instructions to be a faggot, but in more subtle ways. He asked me if I had found a man to fill my place with and I told him, “a little, but it’s over now” and he told me, “good boy, I hope you find some more.” He brought up training things around posture, politeness, how to look for people, how to “get small” as he called it.

“Get small” … I LOVE THAT!

He was right though. He taught me to look out for alphas, how to posture myself, how to talk with them, and all that and I never really realized to what extent. I always keep my hands folded behind me, address men politely, and go out of my way for them. He taught me real men are worth the most.

Incredible!

But then Nick had another conversation with his aunt (Alpha Tom’s sister), and she provided even more insight into Alpha Tom’s mysterious past.

THE HISTORY OF ALPHA TOM

I got my aunt drunk and she told me a bit more about my dad’s history, and it’s kinda hot, lol but I still don’t think he wants me like that. But things make sense. Well, the two of them are really close in age and get a long well. They lived together as younger adults and through college so she figured him out easily. She told me he’s never been a one partner person. That he’s never been fulfilled. She’s seen men and women come and go and that the men were always very passive. That she once overheard him go at it. He had faggots up until my younger sister was little. She saw the same one around him for years when they lived together. That he was a classmate that he was “friends” with first but the guy transformed around him eventually.

CONCLUSION

I have been blessed to cover a number of stories involving Alpha fathers raising faggot sons. They never fail to touch me. I guess it’s because I’ll always wonder and never know what my father (who’s not Alpha, but probably sub-Alpha) understood about me being a faggot as a kid.

But this story really hit me in the heart because you can feel a weight of disappointment from Alpha Tom, but also the responsibility he felt to try and help his faggot son in whatever way he could.

Ultimately, this great and wise Alpha did the best he could, and he should be proud of the faggot Nick has become today!

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!

When concluding my reporting of Michael’s first introduction to Master Theo, the 18-year-old son of his current owner Master William, I wrote this:

Once again, Michael is going to serve as the First Faggot of a powerful new Alpha! Something big is about to happen with this developing story!

Well I didn’t think it was going to be THE NEXT DAY!

I’m just going to dive right into what Michael breathlessly sent me early the next morning:

Sam, yesterday, i went over to my Alpha Theo’s place to return His laundry, which i had washed and ironed, and He and i had a conversation.

“Faggot, why do you do this? What do you get out of doing another guy’s wash and cleaning his apartment?”

“It’s what faggots do Sir. The reason we exist is to serve Alpha Males such as You; to free Alphas like You from the drudgery of life so that You are free and able to do the things that You find enjoyable.”

“Well, what is in it for you, faggot?”

“Fulfillment, Sir,” i said. “Serving You gives my life meaning. Beside, i get a kind of sexual charge out of serving You. All day long at work, i am doing things for Your father. And i get kind of chubbed up even when i am doing nothing more than bringing Him a coffee.”

The introduction of the sexual aspect of a faggot’s service to its superiors piqued Theo’s thoughts. “The other day at the gym, my dad said that I should learn how to use a faggot.”

“That’s because as an Alpha, You are entitled to expect that Your faggot would do anything at all that You wished, Sir. You are my god, Sir, and everything that i do for You is an act of worship.”

“Would you suck my cock, faggot?”

“It would be my privilege, Sir.”

i did. i sucked His cock. And while i tried to make it last, He was, after all, a teen, and He shot pretty quickly — blast after blast of hot cum.”Holy fuck! I’ve never had a blow job like that, faggot. You’re incredible.”
He asked if i gave His dad blow jobs. i explained that to William, i was only a task faggot (although i would love to serve William sexually as well).

“But to You, Sir, everything that i do is an act of worship.” With that, i knealt before Him and kissed His feet. i looked up and i thought that i saw a look in His eyes, not of disgust, or of surprise, but of recognition and acceptance — acknowledgment really.

And so, my adventure has begun.

In my frantic response to Michael’s first post about Master Theo, I implored Michael to kneel and kiss his feet. I meant for it to happen upon meeting Master Theo in order to initiate sexual service, but it sounds like things moved ahead rapidly enough without it! I was glad Michael threw it in at the end though … we can see Master Theo loved it, and it also gives him food for thought.

As for the blowjob itself, let’s face it: Michael is a very experienced cocksucker servicing a teenage Alpha who has never encountered that kind of service. It wasn’t going to take long to give Master Theo the kind of mind-blowing orgasm he will remember forever.

But let’s not forget the most important facet of this true story: a young Alpha has just come to understand his true power and place within the Hierarchy! And he now owns a faggot, too!

This is The Gift that Alphas give to their Alpha sons. It’s not just genetic superiority or the heritage of Alphahood. It’s the permission the Alpha father gives his son to run free and rule the world!

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 true story of Michael the faggot has been one of the greatest ongoing testaments to the power of faggot bravery and persistence I’ve ever covered. I thought I had a high rate of success, but I’ve got nothing on Michael. He’s almost autistic in the way he pursues cock and service opportunities.

Of course, it also helps that he’s apparently shooting fish in an overstocked barrel of needy and willing straight Alphas. He can’t seem to spit out a wad of gum without hitting an Alpha wanting a faggot to suck his dick. Michael lives in a Hierarchical utopia.

In the previous post (CLICK HERE), I detailed how Michael had been largely dismissed by 18-year-old Alpha Eric and had already moved on to serving a 50-year-old Alpha from work named William. Michael was basically serving this straight Alpha as a task faggot, and it didn’t seem like it was likely to move beyond that.

Once again, I was wrong.

i am in the midst of he most unusual and interesting turn of events.  You will remember that i told you a few weeks ago about this awesome Alpha at work, William, who i have been serving in a number of non-sexual (damn it) ways.  i bring Him coffee periodically during the day, i come in early and straighten out His desk and attend to His correspondence, i sneak down to the parking garage at some time during the day and wash His car, or take it out to gas it up, i pick up His dry cleaning and put it in His car.  i do whatever is necessary to make His life easier and more enjoyable.  That’s what faggots, do, as you well know, Sam.. 

Well, yesterday William told me to meet Him at His gym after work, and when i showed up, William introduced me to His 18-year-old son, a high school Senior, Theo (not Ted, but Theo or Theodore).  And Theo is a boy-GOD.6’2″ of solid muscle, blond, blue eyes, killer smile, incredible body with like zero percent body fat (only a slight exaggeration). 

William introduces me to His son.  “Theo, this is michael, my faggot.  You need to learn about using faggots before you head off to college in the Fall.”  With that, William dismisses me, telling me “you’ll hear from Theo, bitch.”  Later last night i get a phone call from Theo.  He tells me that His dad gave Him my cell number.  He asks if it is too late for me to come over to His place.  i answer, “No Sir, what ever You want.” ( i am calling this high school  boy who i just met “Sir,” but it seems totally appropriate.)  So i go over.  Theo lives in a room above the garage, not in the main house with His parents.  He asks me what a faggot does for a man.  “Anything that You require to make Your life more enjoyable and better,” i tell Him.   “Hmmm,” is His only response.  Then He gets a phone call from a girl friend, and He dismisses me while He is engaged in phone sex with her,  i suspect i will be hearing from Theo today. 

I was breathless. I couldn’t believe William had made that bold move with his son despite the many similar true stories I have documented of Alphas teaching their Alpha sons about faggots. THIS IS A TRAINING METHOD BETWEEN ALPHAS. It seems to be almost instinctual among Alphas, honestly. I’ve encountered it so much that there seems little doubt that Alphas use faggots as tools for the enhancement of Alphahood in other Men. It’s natural.

Michael is such a skilled faggot that I did little to advise him on next steps. I knew that 18-year-old Alphas are very aggressive and unafraid to push boundaries, so I figured Michael was going to have another experience with Alpha Theo right away.

This time I was right.

Sam, i did hear from Theo yesterday — a text message asking if i could come over around 8:00.  i responded, “of course, Sir.”  When i got there He tried to pick up from our interrupted discussion of the day before.  “I don’t know how this works,” He said.  i looked around, the room was a typical teenagers room — a total mess, dirty clothes were strewn around everywhere, clean clothes spilling out of open drawers, unmade bed. i said nothing but started cleaning up His room.  He just watched, and then called His girlfriend and chatted with her while i worked.  An hour later, i was done.  i had a bundle of His dirty clothes.  “I’ll take these home and wash them Sir.  i’ll bring them back tomorrow.”  “Thank you … er … fag.”  “No need to thank me, Sir.  This is what faggots are for, Sir.  A Man like You has better things to do with His time than clean His room and do His laundry.” With that, i asked His permission to leave:  “if You have no further  need for me tonight, Sir, may i leave?” And he dismissed me.

You can see how Alpha Theo is feeling his way into the use of faggots. I think he’s wanting Michael to give him permission to take bigger, more intense things from Michael (like head). Alpha Theo doesn’t yet comprehend that he can literally demand anything he might want.

I’ve advised Michael to be a little bolder with Alpha Theo. Specifically, I want Michael to kneel and kiss Alpha Theo’s feet when greeting him. Alpha Theo needs to connect Michael’s function as a faggot to physical and sexual pleasure that his 18-year-old body is craving.

And honestly, Master William was surely intending to have Michael become a sexual servant to his son. Here is Alpha Theo in a frustrating relationship with a girl who keeps him at distance with phone sex and desperately needing worship and penetration. Master William has given his son a personal tool for penetration and sexual relief.

All Michael needs to do is be a little bolder with Alpha Theo … wave that red cape in front of this developing young Alpha … and it’s inevitable. It’s NATURE IN ACTION.

Once again, Michael is going to serve as the First Faggot of a powerful new Alpha! Something big is about to happen with this developing story! I couldn’t be any prouder of my fearless fag brother! Go Michael, go!

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

One of my favorite true accounts of 2021 (so far) came from the great Apex Alpha God Dino (of course) as he told the story of revealing the truth of faggot service to his Alpha son Chad. Bracingly honest and brutally raw, Master Dino could barely contain his glee in bragging about the new power of his blossoming Alpha son.

Alpha pride is so beautiful to witness as a faggot, especially when it’s expressed among other Alphas. They are absolutely a fraternity, a brotherhood. Imagine an immense table with Alphas seated together and enjoying fellowship; faggots like me sit at the children’s table, ignored and offered scraps from their feast. I am not welcome into their club unless I am of service. That’s the way it’s always been, and always should be. Now take that kind of Alpha pride and apply it to the connection of an Alpha father and his Alpha son! It’s even more powerful!

When a faggot starts serving a father and son Alpha pair, it can be especially challenging. Alpha fathers and sons are highly competitive – even more than Alpha brothers or friends – and this oneupmanship rapidly intensifies. Then mix in Master Dino’s overwhelming dominance and personality, and you can only imagine the difficulty level of service is dialed all the way up.

Fortunately, Jamie – Master Dino’s fag wife – is an exceptional faggot.

Jamie wrote to me to update his service to Masters Dino and Chad, and it is just as stunning as you might expect.

Hey sam. i mentioned wanting some of the merchandise you have for sale to Daddy and he gave me permission to do what he is too busy to do–which is to let you know how things are going. I’d much rather He bring you up to date as He is much better with, hell with EVERYTHING, than i. Lol Man, these last weeks–well i may be exhausted but there’s never been a happier faggot. i consider myself blessed to belong to Daddy, there’s never been a God/Master/Husband/Daddy who can top Him. Now, imagine having a teenage version of that Deity. It is nirvana. A lot of the time the two are like mischievous brothers. They play games, which can fuck my mouth or pussy the longest without cumming or who can cum more times in a day.

But it’s not all fun, Daddy is as amazing an instructor as He is an Alpha. Chad is definitely learning. They love being kings and i love being their slave. brother sam, I’m getting 5, 6, and more cum loads per day! (one day they pumped 19 loads into me. i’ve never been happier or felt more fulfilled.) Man, among other things i am so proud, so honored to be the cumhole of Master AND to be allowed to show Chad the kind of faggot He can possess in the future. After Daddy explained ‘cunting the fag’ to Him Chad gave me a ROUGH fucking night but he did it. Strange as it may sound, i have discovered some maternal feelings for Him. His future faggots will not only have to be all He needs but will have to get my approval. (The two Masters decreed that) 

Now, while all this is happening i must admit my housekeeping has suffered but thank goodness Daddy understands that while training His son it must be so. At least 6 hours or more is devoted to sex with one or both of these stallions each day. But as long as i cook, do laundry, and then return to my place at the feet of these God-like Men and of course remain their sexual slave, they are pleased. And so am i. No one could wipe the smile from my face if they tried. i’m getting SO much Alpha cum blasted into me daily that i might squish as i walk. Lol But–fuck, I feel ALIVE! The more Alpha cum inside me, the better i am for it.

i know Daddy will give you a much more interesting perspective when He has more time and I’ll show Him this before i send it. See ya later brother. faggot jamie 

Imagine that – 19 Alpha loads in one day! The power of even one Alpha load is incalculable, but 19 such loads is head-spinning!

But you can hear the complete bliss in Jamie’s exhausted words, can’t you? He’s working harder than he ever has before, but the work is so fulfilling and joyful that he is practically floating on air! It’s like when we work very hard on a project to the point of daily exhaustion, but at the end of it we feel no pain, just elation.

It’s also exciting to hear about a plan for Jamie to service all of Master Dino’s Alpha sons as they come of age! It’s almost like an in-house Alpha training camp!

I honestly cannot wait to hear from Master Dino. His pride must be incredibly electric right now!

This thread follows the thoughts and reflections of a 38-year-old Apex Alpha named Master Aresson as he sets out to rule the world. CLICK HERE to follow these posts in chronological order!

I honestly didn’t know what I was unleashing upon the world when I first wrote about Apex Alpha Master Aresson several months ago. Although he already had a wide network of faggots across Europe that he was breeding, he was still something of a shadowy, underworld figure.

Then I shone a bright, worshipful light on his Godhood, and the pussies of faggots around the world tightened in lust.

In addition, I encouraged him to look into the Twitter findom as a way to own more faggots. Wary at first, soon Master Aresson blew up the findom world with his unfiltered and direct personality and his peerless body. It was just another mountain to conquer, and conquer it he did!

But just because Master Aresson has shiny new faggot toys to play with online doesn’t mean he’s forgotten about or abandoned his primary function – the breeding of females and faggots.

After all, above all else, he is an Alpha King carrying the seeds of royal Alpha dynasties in the balls swinging between his legs. This is his primary function.

It’s also a lucrative one.

There is a heterosexual couple in Germany he met on Twitter who have hired Master Aresson to breed the wife. They’ve signed a contract for $25K once the pregnancy occurs.

The other day I received this text from Master Aresson:

I drive to Germany tomorrow to meet the couple. The want to assess muscle mass, height, size. They also said they want to see me fuck.

So he traveled to Germany, and then told me about his exam:

With the couple in Germany now. Turns out the cuck husband is a fertility doctor. That explains the tests. He has taken all my measurements. Had me on a treadmill and lifting weights. Had me cum in a cup. To analyse …

Still waiting. They want to see me fuck now. He said he had test subjects for me to use…

So they had 2 fags for me to fuck. Gave them quite a show… There was a large mirror and a little table. So I stood on the table like a podium. Undressing. Tossing the fags my socks and boxers so they could get used to my pheromones. Then I did my flexing routine. Watching myself with my cock rock hard. And I had the fags on their knees kissing my feet. From there the full program. Thorough worship of feet, balls, pits, muscles. Throatfucking. Cunting and breeding their pussies. Finished it off by pissing all over them…

The outcome from this demonstration?

They agreed. Paid my advance and I have to go back next week because the wife will be in the fertile window. Full payment when she is pregnant with a boy.

This is God-like power and confidence, the likes of which I’ve seen from just one other King: the legendary California Alpha.

In fact, I shared Master Aresson’s story with him, and California Alpha’s first reaction was to say, “He sounds like me!”

As for the momentousness of what he is preparing to do, the import was not lost on Master Aresson.

I thought about what you said last week. That my offspring is my legacy. You are right. I have the power between my legs to create an army of future alphas. I can “make” the cock that will fuck fags in the future. Nature tells us how it is done. The alpha male fucks the bitches and moves on.

I know all of this sounds impossible, but I assure you it isn’t. The rules of life we obey simply do not apply to Apex Alphas. They are above and beyond the simple comprehensions of little, inferior people.

And the daily offers and tributes they receive because of their perfection we will never know.

This thread follows the development of a Hierarchical marriage between Alpha Josh and his fagwife Matt. CLICK HERE to read every post in this thread in chronological order!

I’m always intrigued when I come across relationships in which both partners eventually adopt their natural Hierarchical positions over time. Was it always there in some form, but repressed during courtship? Or was it a learned attribute developed later in life?

For the record, I’m in the former camp. I believe Alphas and faggots have a sense of their role all along, but for whatever reason (fear of rejection, fear of scaring the partner) they hide some of these more extreme feelings and needs.

There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. Partners in a loving and consensual relationship can flex quite a bit and make room for new experiences. But whatever the circumstance, those true roles must eventually come to the surface, even after many years in a committed relationship.

This is exactly what is happening between an Alpha named Josh and his fag wife Matt. After meeting in college (Alpha Josh was 18, and Matt was 20), they eventually wed. I’ll let Matt tell the story:

I am 35, and Josh is 34.We’ve been married 12 years now, we started dating very young when I was 20 and He was 18 in college so we learned a lot about relationships and sex together. We were very vanilla in the beginning – He sort of grew into His Alpha role as time went on and I gradually accepted that I was a faggot.

I asked about Alpha Josh’s personality prior to fully realizing his Alphahood:

Definitely Alpha-like in the sense that He was confident and self-assured and fairly Dominant in many little ways. I think unfortunately many young fags and even Alphas don’t understand the true nature of the hierarchy and so we were on one level trying to relate to each other as equals and yet also both realizing that there was an inherent inequality there. The sort of unique part of our relationship was that we learned to embrace our roles and that inequality together. So I’d say, yes, definitely Alpha-like with strong Alpha qualities, but grew into His true Alpha nature over time.

Matt brings up an important point here. Society likes to stress equality and fairness in relationships, but Hierarchy is inherently UNFAIR. So then there is a struggle that occurs within the relationship between societal grooming and natural desire. Many relationships fail during this time of self discovery!

Fortunately, both Alpha Josh and Matt were going through transformations together. They handled it wisely:

We started practicing chastity and orgasm denial a couple years into our marriage and have never looked back – the time is right to take this final step.

What is this “final step” Matt speaks of? It is the reason why Matt contacted me in the first place: PERMANENT CHASTITY!

This is what Matt originally wrote to me:

Wanted to reach out to you on today of all days – I am a lucky faggot in an Alpha / fag marriage and I count my blessings each and every day as I know this is rare. Today is our anniversary and my Husband is taking the step today of placing me in chastity “for good” – at least indefinitely. We’ve been practicing long term chastity for years now but haven’t fully committed to me being permanent, but this anniversary, He has made that decision and I can honestly say I am ready. It feels right and it helps knowing there are other fags like you out there in the same situation. Thank you for your excellent podcast and I hope it continues.

Isn’t that amazing?

In a way, on this anniversary Alpha Josh and Matt renewed their true vows – their Hierarchical vows! And instead of a ring on a finger, Alpha Josh will be placing a most important ring on the clit of his faggot wife!

It is a ring that symbolizes total ownership and complete devotion.

I am so glad to know Alpha Josh and Matt. Their example of honesty and Hierarchical fulfillment should be a template for other couples navigating this tricky journey of self-acceptance!

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 King!

After a long two years of promises and plans, I finally received the message I had eagerly awaited: legendary Apex California Alpha had closed on his massive tract of land outside Los Angeles planned to be transformed into his vision of a fag farm and Alpha resort! He now owns it all free and clear!

The property was once a winery, and contains many out buildings in addition to the main residence. This is perfect for California Alpha’s plan to house 20-30 faggots who will work on the farm and serve the various Alphas who will vacation there. Even before officially closing on the property, California Alpha had already begun the digging of what he intends to be a large underground dungeon (it’s been on pause during the rough winter).

Over the last two months California Alpha, his house faggot, and a couple of other faggots have been spending weekends staying on the property and working out their plans on location. Also, as noted in a previous post, California Alpha has been getting faggots and new Alphas trained at various locations around the United States in preparation for this huge, life-changing project. It’s so complex and sprawling that it can really only be described as a Hierarchical Neverland Ranch, or perhaps Graceland!

I don’t think there is any Alpha alive who is low-key altering the paradigm for Apex Alphahood as effectively as California Alpha! He is raising the bar all the way! But isn’t that what we would expect of a King?

And now he is building a literal Kingdom!

It has been one of the great honors of my life to have served as a publicity agent for such an astounding Hierarchical figure! It’s been an incredible five years!

This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Matt, a straight male and friend of Alpha Jin who slowly came to understand the wonders of faggot worship. Click here to read all of these posts in order!

It’s been an incredible year for my beloved Master Matt. When I first met him in the late fall of 2019 he was as fearsome of a Destroyer Alpha as one might imagine ever encountering; muscular, dominant, and blessed with a giant dick. When he discovered the constant availability of faggot pussy, he pounced on it like an enraged lion. His terrifying, rape-like power ruts destroyed multiple faggots, including Master Nick’s faggot Alex.

Then Master Matt disappeared.

When he returned, Master Matt had a renewed sense of purpose. He had been watching Master Nick develop his kingdom of four personal faggots, and he began to see the true possibilities of fag ownership. He wanted something like that for himself.

Then he did something I never thought I would see: he claimed ownership of a beautiful faggot named Michael. And instead of breeding the faggot and tossing it aside like a used tissue, he followed Master Nick’s method of fag development to the letter. Over time, Master Matt became an admirable and honorable Owner of Michael, capable of a level of kindness and care I never imagined I would ever see from him.

Master Matt has become so deeply appreciative of faggot ownership since claiming Michael that he’s decided he wants to own another faggot. So after some searching, Master Matt found a virgin faggot named Jeremy. Smooth and nicely toned, Jeremy is just Master Matt’s type.

There was just one problem, though. Jeremy didn’t think he was a faggot. However, Jeremy took one look at Master Matt and instantly fell for him. Such is the power of straight Apex Alpha males; they bring out the truth in the faggots around them.

So yesterday Master Matt took Jeremy shopping to find a chastity cage together (an unusual step he has never done before). Once they found the right fit, they returned to Master Matt’s place for the ceremony. Jeremy went into the shower to clean himself and make sure he was completely smooth. While he was showering, Master Matt lit some candles and brought out a bottle of wine. When Jeremy emerged from the shower, Master Matt tenderly placed the cage securely on his new faggot. It’s a moment neither of them will ever forget.

Surprisingly, Master Matt did not feed Jeremy his cock or even have the faggot sniff his balls. Instead, Master Matt gave Jeremy some of his used clothes to take home and wash for him. Another unusual step! When I asked Master Matt about this deviation from his routine, he responded that he wanted to take some time breaking Jeremy into his new life.

Of course Jeremy acted just like a typical faggot. He went home and spent the night sleeping with Master Matt’s used underwear, the potent pheromones embedded in the clothes training Jeremy to his Master’s scent. Jeremy later said that the smell was “amazing.”

Today, Master Matt had Jeremy over and allowed his new faggot an opportunity to kneel and smell his cock and balls. Jeremy said he almost passed out in ecstasy. Then both Jeremy and Michael knelt and kissed and worshiped Master Matt’s feet, something Master Matt said was “an amazing feeling.”

Soon Jeremy will be moving in so that Master Matt can really begin Jeremy’s training as one of his faggots!

Like I said at the outset, this kind of care and attention to intimate details was something I never imagined I would see from a straight Alpha like Master Matt, but it’s happening. He’s gone from Destroyer Alpha to one of the best Protector Alpha Masters alive today, all in the space of one turbulent year of change.

For me, I’ve never been prouder to kneel in my heart to this outstanding Man and my King. The world belongs to him, and he is learning how to own it.

This is part of a continuing series chronicling an Apex Alpha who calls himself Colorado Alpha, and his faithful beta slave. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a long time since we’ve heard anything from Colorado Alpha or his beta faggot Bryan. That’s one thing about running a site like this with so many life stories consumed by worship and daily struggles – people come and go. I sometimes get frustrated when there are exciting developments that I’m not able to update because they stop writing to me, but I’m always grateful when they return to give me updates or remind me of fond memories.

Such is the case with Bryan, beta faggot of an Apex Alpha who calls himself Colorado Alpha. They’ve now been in an Alpha/faggot relationship for three years, which is an eternity in Hierarchical terms. I’m honestly impressed by their long-term success, but not surprised. The Alpha/faggot dynamic is a fundamental one that can be quite successful when both parties apply themselves and fulfill their respective roles.

Bryan in particular is a special case. He seemed hesitant to call himself a faggot or fully submit to his owner at first. However, it’s clear that his thinking has changed over time, and he has fallen more deeply under the spell of his powerful Master.

As today is Valentine’s Day, Bryan asked me if I would publish his top 10 favorite aspects about Colorado Alpha. I am glad to do that:

Ten Things I love about my Apex Alpha

I haven’t written a tribute to Colorado Alpha in quite a while, but lately I have been filled with an overwhelming appreciation and gratefulness towards him, and it seemed time to demonstrate this with an honest and thoughtful tribute.  It has been three and a half years since I first met Colorado Alpha, and his ownership of me has gradually increased over the years.  However I have not grown bored as the time has passed, if anything, with each passing day I grow more impressed with who he is as a person, and feel the urge to dedicate more of my life to serving him.  As a token of my appreciation for my Alpha, I decided to do a Valentine’s Tribute to my King and Master.  I want him, and the entire world, to know what an amazing man I think he is.  So for this Valentine’s tribute, here are ten things that I love about my Colorado Apex Alpha!!

1.  Colorado Alpha has an Amazing Body 

When I first met Colorado Alpha, over three years ago, I remember saying to myself “Wow this guy is really handsome!”     That feeling of attraction has not faded over time.  If anything, he has gradually grown more handsome to me over the years.   He is hotter than ever, his facial hair perfectly emphasizes his masculinity, and even after all this time I still lose myself when I look into his stunning eyes.   

And that is just the beginning.   He has an amazing body as well!  He has strong bulging arms and thick sexy shoulders.   His chest is muscular and incredible.  I love to bury my face in his armpits and surrender my body to his alpha pheromones.   He has a sexy ass and I am just completely, completely, completely in love with his beautiful cock.  He has strong legs and his body is sexy all the way down to his beautiful feet. I have never really been into feet before, but with Colorado Alpha, I am in love with them. They are perfect and beautiful, I love to bury my face in them and take in his manly scent.  I love to feel him rub his feet all over my face while I lick and suck them.  I love to rub and massage them too, especially after he’s had a long day at work or a tough workout at the gym.   

When we first met, he used to force me to give him massages and I resented it.  Now I see it as such a great blessing to be able to massage and rub and kiss and lick and touch every inch of his muscular athletic body. I love being able to feel and touch his muscles, and I love knowing that I can give his beautiful body some appreciation and physical pleasure after he works so hard all day.  His body is a perfect epitome of Alpha masculinity and I am always in a state of physical lust when I am near Colorado Alpha.   Thank you for allowing me to worship your body, Colorado Alpha! 

2.  Colorado Alpha is Strong and Athletic

While this is similar to Alpha having an amazing body, it is still a distinct concept in my mind.   Colorado Alpha is not just good looking, he is extremely fit.   He has always taken fitness very seriously and it shows.  He has many athletic passions which he excels at, and it is something that I very much admire about him.   Additionally, he is very strong.  When we wrestle, he overpowers me instantly.   He can throw me over his shoulder and carry me around like I weigh nothing at all.  

I’ve been very lucky too, as he has recently been allowing me to join him in the gym.  I think it is pretty rare for an Apex Alpha to allow their small beta property to join them in the gym, and so for this I feel beyond grateful.   Working out with Colorado Alpha has quickly become one of my favorite parts of the day.  It has been exciting to watch my diminutive body start getting stronger and fitter under his guidance.   And watching Colorado Alpha lift such heavy weight, day after day, triggers something in my brain.   It is one thing to just know that he is stronger than me.  It is quite another to consistently watch his big muscles swell and pump as he lifts weights that would easily crush me.  I think my body reacts to being around him when he lifts, recognizing his pheromones as he sweats, triggering a deeper sense of lust and primal submission to him.  Thank you for allowing me to work out with you, Colorado Alpha! 

3. Colorado Alpha is Very Intelligent

Ok, being strong and athletic and attractive is nice, but Colorado Alpha is so much more than that! He is actually one of the most intelligent people I know.   He has a very strong scientific background and has a very analytical mindset.    This turns me on just as much as his handsome face and muscular body (and his beautiful cock and perfect feet).  I value intelligence a lot and so I believe his superior intellect is another factor that elevates him up to the level of Apex Alpha.  

The best part of being owned by such an intelligent Alpha is that he teaches me so much! Over the years, he has graciously allowed me to join several of the classes that he teaches.  Because of this, I have learned and developed some amazing new skills, and found myself very passionate about subjects I never would have learned otherwise. I love to learn as much as possible, and having an Alpha who teaches me is an incredible turn-on and blessing.  Thank you for teaching me, Colorado Alpha!!

4.  Colorado Alpha is Very Wise

This point may also sound similar to Alpha’s sharp intellect, but to me this is a very different concept. Alpha is older than me, and has a lot more life experience than me.  He also has the ability to look at most situations from a very rational and logical perspective that I as an overwhelmed beta cannot see.  I tend to go to him for advice pretty often, both because he is so wise, and because he is my Boss and Master.  He somehow seems to be right about pretty much everything, all the time. Over the years he has become a very important mentor and guide for me, and I feel very blessed to have such an amazing man to look up to.   Thank you for all your guidance and wisdom, Colorado Alpha! 

5.  Colorado Alpha is Very Popular and a Natural Leader

Ok, Alpha seems to know everybody in the world.   I feel like no matter where we go, he already knows people there, even in some of the most random places. If he doesn’t know people there yet, he quickly will make new friends.   Everyone loves him!  He is charming, friendly, and attractive, but with a strong undeniable Alpha energy that keeps drawing people towards him.  This can be pretty fun for me, as I like to meet new people.   Being friends with Colorado Alpha means that, especially lately, I am always meeting new people and making new friends.  

It is also interesting to observe how Alpha’s strong social skills combine with his natural assertive nature.    He tends to naturally take charge of situations and groups of people.   I see this as he leads and organizes groups of people.  I see this in the classes he teaches.  I see this in the community events he runs.   Colorado Alpha is a natural leader!  Thank you for allowing me to be part of your social circles, Colorado Alpha! 

6. Colorado Alpha is Very Handy

What is hotter and more masculine than an Apex Alpha who is good with his hands?   This is actually a trait that I didn’t even know about Colorado at first.  He never really bragged about it or displayed it, and I didn’t ever see it until he allowed me to move into one of his properties.  That is when I began to see him fixing more and more things.  When I break things, he can easily fix it, and has saved me a lot of time and money and angst. This just goes to show that Colorado Alpha’s intelligence isn’t just academic, it translates to social intelligence and physical mechanical aptitude as well.  Honestly his handiness has helped me countless times and I am beyond grateful to have an Alpha who is not just good with his hands, but is kind enough to help me.  Thank you for giving me a place to live and helping me fix things, Colorado Alpha!  

7.  Colorado Alpha is a Protector Alpha

I think one of the things I love most about Colorado Alpha is the protective nature that I’ve very gradually learned to see in him over the years. As a small weak beta, I think I have a natural instinct to serve and be owned by a masculine Alpha male in exchange for protection.  In prehistoric days, this probably would have saved me from getting eaten by vicious animals or dinosaurs..

Honestly, Colorado Alpha’s protective nature has helped my life in a million ways.   He is getting me into great shape by letting me work out with him.    He has taught me much and increased my passion by allowing me to take his classes and join his groups.   He allows me to live in his property and has helped me fix countless things.   He even reminds me to eat.  I have found that I love being in his presence, even if we are just sitting in silence.   I feel a profound sense of calm when I am near him. Falling asleep near him is one of the deepest feelings of peace I know.  I love belonging to him because I know that he takes good care of everything that is his property, and I am his property too now!  Thank you for your protection, Colorado Alpha! 

8.  Colorado Alpha is a Strict Owner

Colorado Alpha does take good care of me, since I am his property, but this means that he is a very strict owner at times.  I feel his control over me growing by the day as he tightens his reigns.   He may be a protective Alpha, but he is also a strict, aggressive, dominant Alpha.   He forces me to obey him and punishes me when I don’t.  He always reminds me of my place when I forget.  He will control when I eat (or make sure I do, because sometimes i forget) and he punishes me if I don’t eat properly.   He will control when I can go out, or will punish me to stay home.  He even commands what clothes I wear when we go to certain places.   

This was all very strange to me at first.  I’m not a naturally submissive person, and I’ve always rebelled against rules.   But Colorado Alpha is so dominant that he has trained me to obey him.  Even though I still act out now and then, I feel extremely owned these days, and I am finding it feels very natural to obey him.    Overall I just feel a deep overwhelming submission and gratitude towards him.  Each day it gets a little harder to resist his commands.  And really, why would I?  He has demonstrated time and time again that he is always right, and that his commands are always for the best.  I appreciate him so much and feel more dedicated and thankful to him each day.  Thank you for owning me, Colorado Alpha! 

9.  Colorado Alpha is a Sexual Beast

I’ve mentioned that Colorado Alpha is a protector alpha, and this is true most of the time.  But I have also described the dominant streak he has, especially in his growing ownership of me.  Sexually he has all the primal animal instincts of a true Apex Alpha.   When we are alone, the Destroyer Alpha side of his personality is unleashed!  

Colorado Alpha is a sexual beast!  My butt is still sore from all the spankings he gave me this week.   I probably still have pictures of the bite marks he left on my arms one night.  Marks of his ownership of me!   When he fucks me, I’m no longer his beta boy, I’m a total faggot that he owns and dominates mercilessly. I am completely his physical property, to be used and abused as he sees fit.  He holds me down and pummels my tight ass with his perfect cock.   He grabs my balls and squeezes them until I cry and beg him to stop.  He smothers my face with his hand, or wraps his muscular arms around my neck and shows me that he even controls my breath.    Recently he fucked me so hard against the couch that the couch was on the other side of the room when he was done.  He lifts me up and carries me from room to room effortlessly while his big cock still throbs deep inside me. He rubs his sweaty feet in my face while he rapes my tight hole, forcing me into deeper depths of complete submission and bliss.  He doesn’t just penetrate my body, he penetrates my whole being.   

When we first met, I hated bottoming.   Now I love getting fucked by my Master.   I think about his cock when I go to bed, and I think about it when I wake up.  Colorado Alpha is such a strong aggressive masculine Alpha that the moment he touches me, I physically know that I am his property, and intuitively understand his innate superiority over me. I like to fight back, but the fights are short and futile, as he always forces me back where I belong,  naked and helpless, pinned under his muscular frame, while he floods my little beta body with his superior Alpha Seed.    Thank you for breeding me, Colorado Alpha!  

10.  Colorado Alpha is my True Master 

Honestly, all the things I have listed above are just different ways that Colorado Alpha consistently demonstrates his superior and innate Apex Alpha nature.  I love all the things I  have listed about him, and above all, I love that I belong to him.  I love that he claimed ownership of me. I am lucky to be his beta boy.  I am thankful to have a place in his life.  Over the years, I have developed a deep submission to him, and an overwhelming gratitude that I didn’t know was even possible.  I will have to continue working and learning to show my appreciation and dedication towards him, as this is not my natural strength, and he gets very angry when I act out or seem unappreciative.    But Colorado Alpha is my best friend, my mentor, my King, and my Master, and I appreciate him more than I can ever say.  I hope this tribute can give a sense of the true appreciation and dedication that I honestly feel every day.  

Thank you for everything, Colorado Alpha.  I will continue to look for new ways to serve you, to submit to you, to obey you, and to make you happy.  I will keep working to demonstrate appreciation for everything you do, and to learn to stop appearing ungrateful at times.  I am always grateful.   You are the most amazing man I know and I am the luckiest beta in the world.  I sincerely mean that.   Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day.   

Sincerely, Beta Bryan. 

This thread follows the thoughts and reflections of a 38-year-old Apex Alpha named Master Aresson as he sets out to rule the world. CLICK HERE to follow these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to enjoy a conversation with Master Aresson (and yes, the podcast interview is coming!). Since encouraging him to start dominating faggots on Twitter, he has been absolutely crushing it on the platform (as I knew he would). Faggots can’t help but marvel at his massive musculature and his big, powerful feet. He’s taken findom by storm.

That’s all well and good, but I’m more interested in the day-to-day, real-world faggot ownership occurring in his life. After all, it’s the real interactions in life that truly sculpt an Alpha’s power.

As I’ve chronicled so far, Master Aresson, a straight Alpha, has come to truly embrace the ownership and worship of faggots. Through use, Master Aresson has discovered that anything is possible by using these inferior males for pleasure.

Tonight Master Aresson reached out to me to inquire about the phenomenon of faggots passing out when being rutted by an Alpha. This has been described on this blog when discussing cunting, with many faggots saying they momentarily lost consciousness during the event.

This can be startling for an Alpha to witness. For instance, Master Nick was shocked the first time he saw a faggot momentarily pass out during cunting. There’s this breathless second when the Alpha thinks he damaged the faggot from rutting it.

But Master Aresson experienced something quite extreme recently – he fucked a new faggot so hard and cunted it so effectively that it passed out for THIRTY MINUTES!

Here’s what he said:

A fag who I met some days ago in the grocery store. It kept sending me messages so I decided to go use it over lunch. Well it had seen me before in the grocery store so it knew how big I am. It had the usual reaction. Eyes getting wider and wider the more clothes I took off. It literally staring to drool when the pheromones from my pits, crotch and feet hit it.

I knew I only had an hour and a half, so I went right for the fag button. Ahaha the prostate … I call it the fag button. I am very big and I have the slight upward curve that allows to hit the prostate perfectly. Push it and the fag goes into full on slut more.

So I had it flat on his stomach, me on top pressing down and fucking.
I thought it had just given in and relinquished to my rut. But it was out. Took me some minutes to notice it was unconscious. Luckily I could feel a pulse but still very scary.

Now, by this time Master Aresson had already pumped two loads into the faggot. But once he realized the faggot was fucked unconscious, notice his reaction:

I had bred it twice before. When I noticed and after the initial « shock » I thought the whole thing was so hot I simply came. Covered it with cum. Filled up and covered with my alpha DNA. Passed out from the rut.

The faggot eventually came around and awoke from its cock coma. Notice its instinctual reaction afterward:

It was a bit disoriented. But I think it found something to stabilize it when it started licking my cum off its body. Next to perfect DNA it must contain more hormones to make fags obedient.

Indeed! “Stabilize” is a good word to use in this instance. The substances in cum have mood-enhancing qualities (serotonin as a relaxant, for instance) that faggots crave, especially after the trauma of rutting and cunting.

As for Master Aresson, the experience left him galvanized:

This was purely the power of my cock. So powerful. I am still exploring the limits of my power, but there seem to be none.

There are absolutely no limits on the power and control of Apex Alphas! Anything they want they can have. The world exists for their pleasure.

Just think about this: had Master Aresson only used females for service, he might not have ever cone to understand the true depth and breadth of his power! Sure, he would know he is superior to other males, but he wouldn’t have comprehended the completeness of his Godhood without the worship of faggots!

That is a very useful thing for all straight Alphas to consider! Allow the example of Master Aresson guide you to all of the riches and worship your Alphahood deserves!

This thread follows the developments of Jason, a 41-year-old chef, as he begins a service arrangement with a straight Alpha workmate. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

I think it’s so adorable when faggots come to me wide-eyed and stunned when they follow my admonishments about being fearless when offering service to straight Alphas … and they find success! I know it works, because I’ve been using this approach my entire adult life as a faggot. And I’ve served MANY straight Alphas because of it.

Faggot Jason is just the latest example. When he came to me, he was already informally serving a straight Alpha workmate (they work together in a restaurant) named Chris for about two months. Service included meals (Jason is a chef), and even hosting football parties for Alpha Chris and his best friend! I saw a picture of a lengthy text from Alpha Chris instructing Jason on a laundry list of chores to accomplish (grocery shopping, and even picking up meds!).

So we both agreed that Alpha Chris was using Jason like a faggot, but nothing was formally said about it.

With Jason hosting a Super Bowl party for Alpha Chris and his friend yesterday, I suggested that it was time for Jason to take things a step farther. I instructed Jason to kneel on the floor beside Alpha Chris’ chair and call him “Sir.”

This would be a pretty dramatic step, especially in front of Alpha Chris’ straight friend. “I’m scared,” said Jason, which I understood completely. But I reasoned this way:

You don’t need to be scared. He’s using you. He’s not going to throw away a useful slave. Push the issue a bit. I’m telling you that you have NOTHING to fear either way. He’s not getting rid of you.

So those words seemed to encourage Jason, and he was resolved to try it.

And boy, did it ever work! Here’s Jason’s update:

I told them. It went really well. It was awkward. They are still here And a bit drunk.

He was really confused and wasn’t really understanding. He asked if I liked being called a fag. I told him yes I do. And he was kind of weird at first. Said that he would love to be served. But he said he wants nothing sexual and I told him that that’s perfectly fine. I don’t care as long as I can serve him and he understands the hierarchy.

He then sat down and watched the game and said “hey fag, get me and my buddy another beer”. I said yes sir. He asked if I like calling him sir instead of Chris!

So ya, it went really well. Thanks so much for the advice!!!!

All faggots need to learn the lesson Chris learned yesterday – straight Alphas want the kind of worship faggots offer, but they don’t realize it’s okay to use us and still be straight. When we submit to them without reservation, this opportunity opens up to them and they become intrigued.

Once intrigued, all sorts of possibilities exist. But one thing’s for sure: a straight Alpha isn’t going to throw away a good and devoted slave who submits in a respectful way!

Right now Alpha Chris is thinking deeply about this new faggot he owns and what he can do with it. I’m sure a few filthy thoughts popped into his mind, if only fleeting.

The seeds for greater service have been planted … now watch them grow!

All because a humble faggot showed a little courage! You can do it, too!

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

When I first met Jamie months ago, its Master, Dino, seemed like some sort of extreme abstract painting of an Alpha. At first I wasn’t sure if it was possible for an Alpha to exist in the way Jamie described him.

Then I met Master Dino. The meeting was like a tomato meeting a runaway freight train; I had no chance. His long, scorched-earth missives were pure Alpha rage and hunger. The intensity of Master Dino is so electrifying that it becomes scary and can almost induce panic attacks. Despite all of that, Master Dino is easily one of the top Alphas ever featured on this website. I receive at least one request per week about him. Faggots around the world are drawn like moths to flame to his blinding light.

We hadn’t spoken to each other much over the last several weeks (except for me begging him to be interviewed for the podcast), but Master Dino has returned with perhaps one of the most startling developments to ever be published here. As the title above indicates, it involves his Alpha son Chad!

Here’s what he wrote:

faggot, When I awoke today after last nights happenings it was with a raging hard on. Heh heh Fortunately for Me (and My own faggot) I was in such a good mood last night I allowed My hole to do one of its favorite things–it slept with My dick in its mouth so when I woke and looked down it was good to see My property with a mouthful of dick. it was awake before Me (which is a requirement when I allow it to sleep with Me) with its eyes turned upward and an innocent, almost pleading expression on its face. Fuck that really gets me going and little whore KNOWS it does. Fuck, I just rolled over and fucked that mouth HARD until I ROARED and fed it. I was in such a good mood I let it suckle Me, gave it the 1st big piss of the day and then let it get another load at its leasure, which of course was almost immediately. I feel so fucking good I wanna feed every faggot alive today! Ha!

Okay, how’s that for an attention-getting opening? I was immediately straining against my chastity cage thinking, “what’s going on?”

Little did I suspect …

But I digress, last night I was called to the police station. My son had been at the center of some chaos and had been hauled in. They didn’t officially arrest Him but had called Me to come down. When I arrived there was “Chad” (not His name), of course, pissed off, belligerently smoking a cigarette with skinned knuckles, among other things. He’d obviously been fighting.

The chief, visibly unhappy at being roused from bed, asked Me to step into his office. Chad hadn’t seen Me yet so I followed the cop. We are familiar with each other, to say the least, from My own days of teenage testosterone and My work.

Now My son (who only weeks ago had punched thru puberty) was in shit. The cop proceeded to tell Me that My son, who’s 15 and looks amazingly like Me, had apparently been fucking some 17 year old female cunt and somehow got the cunt’s mother in bed with them. So He’s doing what any true Man would do and fucking them. They all lost track of time I guess and the dad came home, saw what happening and went berserk. Somehow a neighbor got involved and Chad beat the fuck out of the guys. (I later learned that after he had the guys down He pumped His load in the girl and when cops arrived he was smoking a cigarette and sitting on the dad’s chest rubbing his dick across the terrified dudes mouth, threatening to piss on him. Lol).

Anyway the cop said after he spoke with the people and told them who they’d just been bulldozed by, they dropped any charges for My word Chad wouldn’t ever come around. Of course I said I’d ‘see what I could do’ about that but not confirming that I would. Then I was lead to My son who was cockily sitting in a holding area bloodied but unbowed, wearing jeans and one sock and smugly smoking while sitting beside a NO SMOKING sign, the little prick. (GRIN)

I took Him home with Me. On the way I did give Him a ‘dad’s speech about doing shit that gets cops involved’ and the “Christ, Your mom has to be dealt with” jazz. I looked at My unrepentant Son and realized its was time for the talk, the Alpha talk. I’ve always made sure that Chad knew that a true Man is an Alpha Man that was born to fuck and rule but tempered that for a growing child. (I’m NOT an idiot, that kind of teaching is required until young minds are ready) I also always made it clear without any obvious distinction that His seed was meant for any type of hole He chose to fill. My children know of jamie but think it’s my servant and companion. It was now time Chad learned what jamie really is. But first everyone needed rest so we slept.

After jamie’s worship service on Me today I sent him to make our breakfast and I woke Chad. “Get up ya fucking punk” I said smiling. He opened His eyes and grinned like He had just been crowned king. I rubbed His head, punched His arm and told Him to follow me. Just as we sat down jamie put our plates before us and Chad looked at My bitch and asked, “you not having anything?” To which it smiled and replied, “I already had a huge breakfast” and it left the room chuckling.

We talked of the drama and His attitude was exactly what I expected. He told Me the story and ended with telling Me He felt entitled to the attention from the breeder cunts and that the men got what they deserved for “trying to mess with My getting a nut.”

I already knew He felt about women the way I do and I asked about Him sitting on dude’s chest. He said the dude deserved the humiliation and laughed. I asked Him what He felt at that moment. He kinda of grinned and said the one truth that made My chest swell with pride, “Dad, I felt like a fucking God!” I said, “that excited You didn’t it?” He looked at Me half comprehendly, half puzzled. We ate quietly for a moment then He said that I’d always been a great dad that he could talk to about anything. I thanked Him and asked what he was really trying to say and reminded Him of what He’d just said about our relationship and he said, with a wicked yet shy grin, “I feel like I should’ve fucked the dude for interrupting groove”.

YES! That’s MY son! That’s all I needed to hear.

After breakfast I took Him back to the livingroom where He’d slept and we talked for hours. 1st about His feelings on men,women, and Alpha Men. He had just the right attitude. I then told Him the story of My life, actually I told Him that I was a true Alpha God and I had Him check out the thread on your website. He read everything that pertained to Me (and some that didn’t, trying to wrap His head around the Alpha/faggot world) and My cuntwife. He said nothing until He read it all.

He finished and said, “Damn dad!” He sat back, lit up and said, “You mean jamie is… Damn dad! Fuck!”

I smiled and said, “You got something to say Boy?”

“No, I mean yeah. I mean it’s fucking incredible. God damn dad, You are a fucking stud aren’t You? Fuck dad, I always knew My pop was more than most men but God damn, my head is spinning pop. Yeah, I got something to say, tell me where to get My own fag!”

I told Him we’d get Him moved in here and we’d figure everything out, to just calm down and He’d be pumping His load into something before the day was over.

Just then jamie came in with My coffee. Now, all thru the years I’d told jamie My plan to have this talk with Chad and after I knew His feelings I’d decide the next move so jamie was totally prepared when I said, “bitch, suck My dick.” I opened My robe and jamie got to it quickly. I closed My eyes and laid My head back, enjoying showing Chad how much My cunt adored Me. I made a decision as I looked at My son. In about 2 minutes I dumped My seed and pushed My cunt all the way down on My dick, pumping My load down its throat. As always the bitch stayed on My rod until My nuts were totally empty, suckling My now soft dick for the last precious drops of my load. “Oh God, thank You Daddy” jaime whispered into the room as it rubbed its cheek on My leg hair that it loves so much.

Chad, teasing His old man, said, “Damn dad, don’t ya got any more than that?” and laughed.

I told Him while He needed to be taught a lot I didn’t think He needed instructions on how to get a nut, that I only wanted to bust a load before I left to check in at work.

Then I stood up and said, “I’ll be gone about 4 hours. Son, in that time jamie is gonna give You what it gave Me that first night. Let’s see if You are Man enough for all that worship, see if You can hold Your load until You’ve been bathed from top to bottom like Your old man. And I left the room to dress.

Before I left I stuck My head in to see how things were progressing. Chad was lying naked, soaking up all the worship. jamie was only up to His ankles but already His dick was standing proud and drooling precum-just like His dad. Neither had noticed Me yet but when jamie saw Me it stopped for a second, darted up to slurp off the precum running down Chad’s shaft,then went back to the exact spot it had left and started the worship again. When My bitch lapped up that juice Chad had gasped and His dick jerked, threatening to explode. If jamie had even put the head in its mouth Chad would have busted but My faggot is a great faggot and knew just how much it could do without making Chad blow His load.

Chad opened His eyes after He gasped and grinned at Me and said, “Dad, oh fuck, thanks dad. God damn I feel like I’m gonna bust any second. Is this what you get on a regular?”

I said, “Every day of My life son IF that’s what I want that day.”

“Fuck dad, I don’t know if I can hold out until he makes it all the way up.”

“it, son. it, not he” I corrected Him.

Just then jamie slurped up the precum again and Chad said distractedly, “Yeah, uh, it. Sorry dad. I uh, oh fuck dad, what if I cum before…”

I said, “If You gotta cum before it finishes just make sure and feed it Your load to show it that You think it did a good job. But You really need to learn control because controlling Your body and Your world is a big lesson to learn. And Your future faggots and cunts will be grateful in ways You can’t even imagine right now–especially the faggots. See ya later Boy”.

As I left I could hear Him gasp again and say, “God damn, stop for a second faggot! Oh God damn I almost…:” I smiled as I closed the door and thought, ” That’s My good faggot wife. And that’s MY SON!”

I’m at the office now. I’ll let You know what’s happening later. I’ve made plans for years for this moment. This is gonna be a busy time. Poor faggot. jamie is gonna be tested for strength and endurance. Hahaha Fuck it’s great being an Alpha Male!

FUCK ALL YOU FAGGOTS MY SON WILL SOON BE ON THE LOOSE! hahaha

HOLY FUCK!

First of all, you can hear a shift in Master Dino’s “voice” in this entry because he’s talking about his heir, his most prized son Chad. There’s a softness in his words, a deep affection.

I have covered a couple of instances when Alpha fathers have taught their sons (both Alpha and faggot) the truth about Hierarchy and purpose. Maybe the most notable example was when Sir Rob taught his 17-year-old Alpha son Master Kyle about the use and ownership of faggots. Now Master Kyle owns three caged faggots in addition to the many females he dates and/or fucks.

But imagine being a 15-year-old Alpha like Master Chad and discovering this deeper truth about his heritage! How powerful he must’ve felt when he pumped his first load into his father’s faggot!

Alphas are lions. The father lion protects his children and teaches them by example. How to hunt, capture, and kill lesser animals. They feast together, rule together.

Master Dino has taught his young lion Master Chad about his Hierarchical inheritance. Master Chad has tasted blood, and loves it.

Master Chad is now standing on the ledge of a mountain, looking down on the vastness of his domain. It all belongs to him, just as it has for the generations of Alphas who’ve ruled before him.

Just as Nature intended! Hierarchy is Truth!

I absolutely must share this amazing little story about a faggot named Nick. Incidentally, I have another story about Nick that I have been struggling to find time to write … but this one must come first.

Nick is a 30-year-old faggot who has been making a concerted effort to improve his courage so he might make an effort to serve Men and fulfill his purpose. I love when faggots take this commission seriously!

But circumstance was about to give Nick an unexpected opportunity to show courage. I’ll let him tell it:

So, I’ve been listening to the podcast a lot the last few days aloud on my phone and I guess my main door was open and my neighbors boyfriend across the hall heard it and listened in a bit. I saw him doing laundry and he confronted me about it.

He asked if I believed in what I was listening to and if I was “like that” and after hesitating for a minute I told him, “Yes Sir, it’s true.” He told me he thought I was sick and he just walked out.

(Nick said the episode in question was #83 – “Breeding”)

I must tell you that I cannot express how proud I am of Nick! When confronted, he stood his ground and didn’t back down from the truth!

Ultimately, that’s how this “war” is won. Brave faggots who persist at serving Men change them and those around them. Look at the example of Master Jin and his faggot Chin; their bravery has led to the fulfillment of eight other people exposed to Hierarchical principles!

To that end, keep this in mind: that neighbor listened to it, didn’t he? And he may have had a disgusted initial reaction, but what might come of things as the information turns in his mind?

That is the beauty of Hierarchy. It is Nature’s First Law. It cannot be refuted. So stand firm like Nick the faggot! The truth shall set you free!

I don’t think it’s bragging anymore to crow about the effect this website has had on the lives and sexual adventures of its readers. I’m very proud of the FWA effect, because it’s been able to change many lives and inspire people.

One recent testimonial of the FWA effect comes from a faggot I’ll call Decatur. He wrote me this amazing email about an experience he had:

Hey Sam,

Just wanted to let you know you’ve enhanced my sex life. I was meeting up with this dom top last night for the first time in six months. (Before Covid, we usually connected about every other month). Anyway, he’s uber-masculine, bearded, hairy, very muscular, about 6-2, thick 8 inches. He’s always the top and always gets serviced with no recip. While we’ve been meeting up for about three years now under those unspoken but understood conditions, we’ve never gone any further with the idea.
Last night, while I was sucking him, I told him very briefly about your website and told him I think of him as an Alpha male. He just kind of growled in approval and said “Yeah, I am” and grabbed my head and started throat fucking me. I was trying to get him to call me a fag, but he’s a rather polite and quite person, too, and didn’t say that. I think he thinks I’d be offended. He’s on the quiet side and usually just says things like “keep doing that,” “that feels good,” “you’re good.” Things more of orders or encouragement.

Later, when he was fucking me, it was a very good fuck. But at one point, I told him, “I feel like you’re cunting me.” Boy he loved that. He didn’t say a word, but he went into overdrive on the fuck the second he heard those words. It definitely sent me into the zone — it hurt but I just didn’t care. And I could tell he was enjoying the rut on a new level. That went on about five minutes and he just exploded in me. He stayed buried a couple of minutes, pulled out abruptly, slapped my ass and said, “I just rearranged your guts!” and headed for the shower.

The truths and the words used here at FWA exert such power for two reasons:

1. These are primal truths

2. They are instantly identifiable by all Men

Words and concepts like “cunting” or “faggot” have tremendous power. They hit Men right in the gut. They’re trigger concepts.

Decatur fag’s Alpha heard those terms and immediately went into a powerful rut. I’m sure Decatur fag was shocked by the instantaneous reaction of his normally-reserved Alpha, but in a good way!

Hopefully Decatur fag can continue to apply these concepts and use them to shape his Alpha!

This is Master @tyler__dom’s pierced cock. I served an Alpha with a Prince Albert piercing, and mostly hated it because it caused issues while getting face fucked.

I just don’t understand why anyone would deface something as beautiful as a cock. 🤷🏻‍♂️

This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Matt, a straight male and friend of Alpha Jin who slowly came to understand the wonders of faggot worship. Click here to read all of these posts in order!

The other day my wonderful Master Matt was telling me how much he loved fucking his faggot Michael when he stopped to ask a question.

He asked: “I’m worried that I might be turning gay. What do you think, faggot?”

Of course, there really is no such thing as “turning gay.” We are born with natural attractions and needs that must be satisfied. Once we reach sexual maturity we begin hunting for whatever our genetics tell us we need.

In the case of Master Matt, he’s been hunting and devouring female pussy ever since he produced his first drop of precum. The drive in him has never stopped or even slowed down; in the midst of a deadly pandemic and while also owning a personal faggot he was still dating a fucking females!

Why? Because he MUST do it to satisfy those genetic desires he’s had since birth.

Because he is a STRAIGHT ALPHA MALE.

Still, there is no escaping this fact: Master Matt absolutely loves fucking/breeding Michael, and he finds Michael extremely sexy in those moments when Michael is naked and submitting to him. There are times when Master Matt is so overcome by desire in those moments that he holds his faggot down and pounds it mercilessly like a literal animal.

So what is causing these polar-opposite reactions? The deep submission of the faggot is a macro answer, but if we investigate it more, it most likely comes down to this: the chastity cage.

The sight of a male in chastity evokes many visceral emotions in Men (and particularly Alphas). The first reactions usually involve confusion and curiosity.

But eventually the Man realizes that the caged male is no longer a Man. It is a lesser thing, a faggot. A toy for the needs of Men. When they realize that, it’s like a stoplight turning from red to green on a long abandoned highway. The Man can do whatever he wants to this caged, submissive creature before him and there is nothing that can stop him.

I liken it to tossing a bright, shiny toy into a monkey cage. At first the monkey is cautious, but curious. Then the monkey tests out the toy to make sure it’s safe. Before long that monkey is tossing the toy around the cage with abandon.

Faggots locked in chastity are toys for Men to use.

And Men instinctively know this, too. You might remember the incredible true story I published about Master Seb turning his straight friend Raoul onto the use of faggots (CLICK HERE). Master Raoul wanted NOTHING to do with faggots at all, and kept turning Master Seb away every time he’d mention it. Naturally it wouldn’t interest him because he’s a straight young Man.

Then Master Seb ordered his personal faggot to undress, and Master Raoul saw the faggot’s chastity cage … and a switch instantly flipped! Master Raoul almost immediately pounced (Master Seb’s word) on the faggot and fucked it without mercy!

I think Master Matt is experiencing this effect of faggot chastity on his emotions. Even from the first time Master Matt saw a faggot in a cage, it turned him on incredibly. He had an overwhelming need to pin caged faggots down and breed them.

But it’s not sexual attraction so much as it is the Alpha need to POSSESS and CONTROL lesser objects. He loves mounting and breeding his locked faggot because it reinforces his power as an Apex Alpha; his big Alpha cock is all that matters, and because his faggot is locked he doesn’t need to worry about the sexual pleasure of anyone but himself. As it should be.

There is a reason so many locked faggots get fucked in gyms. The Men there see the locked faggot and know it is meant to be bred by Alpha Bulls. It’s simply an animal reaction, like the monkey and the toy.

Men are programmed for this. It’s primal.

So Master Matt is absolutely NOT gay in any way. He is simply fulfilling his Hierarchical duty as one of Earth’s greatest Alpha breeders. I am SO PROUD of Master Matt for thinking so deeply about this subject and being humble enough to to express his doubts and fears!

And I am so proud to be his faggot, too!

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!

As I wrote in my previous update, Master Nick was enraged over Master Matt’s decision to release his faggot Michael from chastity for a day.

Of course, every Alpha has the right to utilize his faggots however he chooses, and this was the course Master Matt chose in his direction of Michael. For the record, the day of freedom worked well for Michael, who was able to gain a new appreciation for chastity.

But the ends didn’t justify the means for Master Nick, especially after Alex asked to be released (I jokingly called it a “va-cage-tion”) like Michael. Both Masters got into a heated discussion about the matter the next day at the gym.

Then I received a message from Alex. He said he got a text from Master Nick warning the faggot that he needed to be “smooth and clean” when he returned home.

So I contacted Master Nick about what was going on. Master Nick’s responses were almost seething with anger. “I think I need to really cunt Alex and get his mind right, reset him,” said Master Nick forcefully.

I was immediately fascinated with the concept of a “reset cunting.” In other words, using the process of cunting a faggot as a tool of disciplinary action and attitude adjustment.

When Master Nick returned home, his faggots were alarmed. He had a look of intensity they hadn’t seen often from their Owner. Within minutes Master Nick had pulled Alex into the bedroom and mounted him.

Master Nick then unleashed a merciless rut for more than an hour on the faggot’s pussy until Alex was convulsing uncontrollably and absolutely shattered into pieces. Then Master Nick bred his faggot.

It’s been two days since this reset cunting. Alex has been barely able to speak, just wandering around the house in a daze like a child stumbling through a war-torn hellscape.

The Reset Cunting is a powerful tool that only the greatest Alphas can wield with confidence. Much the way an initial cunting breaks a faggot, a reset cunting helps reshape a faggot’s mind and mindset. It realigns a faggot and keeps it from going astray.

Indeed, this reset cunting seems to have finally broken Alex’s persistent attachment to his clit. “I feel so much like a girl,” said Alex.

Master Nick noticed the change, too. “The faggot seems more feminine,” he muttered in wonder. Then he added:

Amazing the power of Dick on a faggot!

Yes Nature gave that dick and its power to a select few Men. The greatest of them know how to manipulate that power in ways like reset cunting to produce desirable results!

This thread follows the rise of Master Seb, a 17-year-old straight Alpha in France who has discovered the wonders of faggot service and worship. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It had been a while since I’d heard from young Master Seb. It’s not surprising given his hot young Alphahood and all of the pussy (female and his owned faggots) that he constantly uses. Messages would go unanswered, and most of our recent “conversations” were variations of “hello.”

But he recently made time (in between fucking one of his girlfriends) to tell me about how he recently taught his Alpha friend Raoul about the use of faggots!

Maybe this shouldn’t be so shocking, really. After all, Master Seb introduced faggots to his Alpha father in spectacular fashion (CLICK HERE), and the two of them now maintain a separate apartment to house their owned faggots!

But honestly, what Master Seb did with Alpha Raoul is just as incredible. Here’s the story:

My Alpha friend Raoul has a girlfriend who doesn’t like to fuck. She’s got her period, a headache, she’s tired, she doesn’t feel like it… he complains a lot to me and I know he thinks men who fuck Men are all gay.

So I suggest why don’t you fuck a gay boy. They’re keen on getting a real man’s cock up their ass. He said that’s disgusting. I’m not into boys and I said I know a boy who Loves to take straight cocks, he would be surprised.

He says no way. I’m not gay. And I said I’m not gay either, but this boy is a good fuck and always willing … No headache, no period. He says no way.

A few days later he calls and complains about how horny he is. I say well you know I can help you. Give it a try.

I summon one of the faggots and within ten minutes he’s at my place. My friend pulls me aside and says he can’t do it and I tell the faggot to take off his clothes and present himself to my friend.

Then Raoul sees the cage. He says WTF??? I told him faggots aren’t allowed to cum, they must focus on pleasing their Master and Raoul was rock hard instantly. He literally raped the faggot, fucked him till he passed out.

He was like an animal. His girlfriend really should take care of him better.

I asked Master Seb if he thought Alpha Raoul had cunted the faggot.

He definitely did. I watched the faggots face while he got fucked. He looked like he was in a trance.

And then the faggot stuck the landing:

When Raoul was finished the faggot thanked him.

HOLY FUCK! I guarantee that Raoul had never been thanked for his rut and breeding before!

But it gets better!

Raoul is very excited about the faggots now. Well he was so excited that I said he could have the faggot. A couple of weeks later the faggot introduced a friend to Raoul. Since then he owns two.

The faggot he got from me already was in chastity . The new faggot is caged now too. I had the pleasure to try the new faggot. His pussy felt very nice.

Once Alphas get a taste of faggot ownership, they almost want nothing else. Even the straightest Alphas (like Master Raoul) love the overwhelming power of owning and breeding faggots.

It’s instinctive. Master Raoul saw that first faggot locked in chastity, and his dominance switch was instantly turned on. It’s like Alphas see chastity on a faggot and they stop viewing the faggot as being human. The faggot becomes a sex toy, a thing to use however they choose.

Master Raoul pouncing on that faggot and violently cunting it is such powerful evidence of the raging storm of aggression roiling in the balls and hearts of young, strong Alphas!

I cannot even express the deep respect I feel right now for this ancient brotherhood of Alphas! Master Seb is fulfilling his sacred duty to uphold Alphahood and support his brothers with these solemn Hierarchical truths!

Alphas teaching Alphas is one of the deepest commissions within the fraternity of Alphas. As a faggot, I am not allowed into this exclusive club except as prey.

But as a student of Hierarchy, I watch these events unfold from the outside with reverence and awe!

Thank you Master Seb for wielding this Alpha wisdom with a responsibility far beyond your years!

About a week ago I received an unexpected question from Master Matt. He wanted to know what I thought about his idea to release his faggot Michael from his chastity cage for a day.

I could see positive and negative ramifications from such a move. Of course, Michael is an excellent faggot and probably deserves such a gift from his Master. I also thought that it might highlight Master Matt’s benevolence and thoughtfulness (it’s there inside him beneath the tough exterior and the power ruts).

On the other hand, setting Michael free (even for just one day) might encourage further whining about the cage. And, of course, Master Matt and his faggot are close to Master Nick and his four faggots, and I worried about open rebellion if Master Matt made this move.

My response to this idea was the only sensible one: Michael is his faggot and he owns it, so whatever he wanted to do with it should not be questioned.

A week went by without an update, and I thought Master Matt had dropped the subject. Then yesterday I discovered that Master Matt had unlocked Michael two mornings ago and let him enjoy a day without his cage!

During his free day Michael spent some of it with his faggot brother Alex. The two made out for part of their time, and Michael got a tiny erection from the session. Michael also thoroughly waxed his clit and balls for what he knew was coming at the end of the day: the recaging of his clit.

At the end of the day Master Matt returned home to find his faggot there waiting. Master Matt performed the task of putting the cage back on his faggot (which he loves to do, surprisingly) and told Michael he was a good faggot. Then he mounted Michael and deeply bred his faggot’s pussy, reasserting his ownership once more.

Meanwhile, over at Master Nick’s house, Alex was telling Master Nick about Michael’s day of freedom. It’s not an exaggeration to say that Master Nick was furious over Master Matt’s decision.

Alex asked if he could be uncaged. “No,” responded Master Nick flatly, “only over my cold, dead body.”

Despite the controversial move, it seems like Master Matt made the right decision with his faggot. Said Master Matt: “I think it has helped us grow closer together.” (Excuse me while my heart melts)

But listen to what Michael said afterward:

I asked Matt if I could have my cage back on. It did not feel right to be out of the cage. I wanted my cage back on. This is the way things are meant to be.

TRANSFORMATION!

We will probably not see Master Nick bend on his strict chastity policy, but Master Matt’s benevolent action in this case yielded peaceable fruit. Most importantly, it gave Michael a new perspective on the value and importance of his cage.

It’s not just words anymore, not theoretical. It’s life experience.

Faggots should be caged and do not deserve to use their skin flaps like a cock. Cocks are for Men.

Michael knows that now in a way that is deeply personal to him!

This thread follows the story of Trey, a faggot who was outed and eventually enslaved by his Alpha co-worker. CLICK HERE to follow this true story in chronological order!

After yesterday’s stunning story about Trey the faggot and his subjugation by the power of an Alpha co-worker, I was much more thrilled about this development than Trey himself. While Trey seemed wilted and defeated by this spectacular Hierarchical defeat, I was flying. It inspired me to praise this Alpha’s power in Hierarchy 89, but I still wasn’t done.

In frantic emails to Trey, I instructed him to contact this Alpha and ask him a simple question: “When did you first realize that I was a faggot?” I wanted Trey to ask him this specific question because it takes the Alpha out of pure instinct and forces him to analyze his actions with his conscious mind. I really wanted to know if this Alpha understood what he really wanted from this office faggot.

The Alpha’s response exceeded my wildest dreams.

Trey almost immediately wrote back:

I asked and he just replied.   He said he didn’t know immediately but he suspected and that the first time he told me to get his coffee was a test.   He said he knew after that I was a faggot and that he does own me.    It’s Crazy to hear him say that.  

Wow!

So then I told Trey to ask him if he’s ever owned a faggot before, and how Trey might be able to serve more satisfactorily. The Alpha again responded quickly.

He’s never owned one before.   But he said I’ll be cleaning his feet with my tongue tomorrow.  

Then Trey added:

I’m both humiliated and desperate to clean his feet for him.

Then, unexpectedly, the Alpha turned up the heat:

He wants me to come over tonight since I brought it up.   

AWESOME! I gave Trey some quick advice on how to properly navigate this astonishing new development, and Trey disappeared to confront his destiny.

A few hours later, Trey began writing me about his experience:

I drove over there.   He lets me in and immediately has me take off my clothes.   He tells me to get him a beer and I did.    Then he told me to kneel in front of him.  He was sitting on the sofa.   He had me clean his shoes with my tongue.   Then take them off.   Then he had me clean his socks with my mouth.    And when I took those off he had me clean his feet all over.

After I cleaned his feet he wanted to watch tv so he just had me on all fours as he used me as a footrest. He said this is only the beginning.   Then he took my clothes and sent me home in just my underwear.    

I still can’t believe it.

This is the kind of life experience that can happen when a faggot admits its truth and submits to true Alpha power! I was so proud of my brother!

But the Alpha was just getting warmed up. This morning I received an email from Trey:

He came into my office and propped his feet up on my desk.   He says he thinks I should be in a cubicle and he should have the office.    I’m not sure what to think about that.  

In response I told Trey that he knew what he was supposed to do. A while later came Trey’s reply:

I’ve officially given him my office.

What a spectacular turnaround! A lot can change in just one day when a true faggot submits to a true Alpha!

So what do we learn from this incredible example?

First and foremost, we faggots learn from Trey that being open to the possibilities of service and then submitting to them yields mouth-watering opportunities to be owned by superior Men! As Trey’s experience shows, when we let our guard down and submit to Men, they know exactly what to do with us and will take control.

Which leads me to the other lesson for Alphas: the world is yours. Faggots and their worship belongs to you, so simply take it. Use it. Bask in it. Become drunk on the power of it. You don’t need to be shy or uncomfortable about taking what you want from faggots … your desires and needs are Hierarchically correct. Just like this office Alpha, everything you want is simply a command away from reality.

And that’s the perfection of the Alpha/faggot dynamic. It forms a perfect circle of fulfillment that will never broken!

Often when we talk about Hierarchy we refer to it in a sexual sense, but in its purest form the application of Hierarchy doesn’t require sexual dominance. For instance, every day in workplaces around the world Men jockey for positions of power over each other. Over time, the Apex Alphas in these mini-Hierarchies become obvious, as do the office faggots serving as stepping stones for greater Men.

A few days ago I received a letter from a faggot named Trey that perfectly illustrates this everyday Hierarchical power struggle in the corporate world. Here was his letter:

I started work at my job (online sporting goods retailer) about 7 years ago.    It’s been a great job so far.    My rival was hired on about 4 years ago.    We didn’t get along from the very beginning.    I thought he had a cocky attitude and I didn’t like it.    So we butted heads a lot for a long while.    It was weird but there was one day I was bent down to get something from a shelf and he walked up and I looked up at him.   I immediately felt like that was my place.   Where I should be.   I guess it was like there was something inside me telling me he is an alpha and I’m a faggot.   Whether I like him or not I should recognize that.    It took a while for me to really figure out how I was feeling.    And it is like the more I felt it the more humiliated I became.   And that only seemed to make him more cocky.   He started noticing I wouldn’t look him in the eye.   And one day he told me to get him coffee and I found myself in the kitchen making him a cup of coffee.    I was technically his “boss” in a way but here I was doing things for him.    And once he realized I was doing these things he began to demand more.   Once in a meeting he literally told my boss that he should be my boss.  He said this right in front of me and my boss looked at me as if wondering what I was going to do about it.    I looked down at the floor and just sat there.    And my boss complimented him on showing initiative.   So, it just kept going like this for a while until I basically was his assistant.   Doing his errands, picking up his dry cleaning.    And I couldn’t even tell you how it truly began because it was so gradual.  It’s like one day I woke up and I was taking care of all his needs.  Even washing his car for him.    I felt I had to set personal feelings aside because this is an alpha and my job was to serve him and make him happy.   I’ve even gone as far as going to his house and cleaning it for him.    

Incredible!

This is probably the most blatant example of focused Alpha power being applied in an office setting that I’ve ever heard! This Alpha simply understood he was the superior Man and he wasn’t going to allow an inferior male to have what he knew belonged to him!

For Trey, the acceptance has required a slow, uncomfortable realization about the truth. Trey has been forced to swallow his pride repeatedly as the layers of masculinity have been stripped away by Hierarchical power.

But as the truth has dawned on Trey, so has peace. He wrote the following:

It’s like suddenly everything in my life makes sense to me again.    I just recently realized I am a faggot.    My rival at work basically brought it out in me.    At first I was just humiliated by it all but now I’m starting to see that it’s my purpose in life.   So i guess I’m not confused now as to why I am willing to serve him even though I didn’t like him.

There is no evidence of the existence of Alphahood more powerful and definitive than the example of Trey and his new owner!

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!

As I’ve written recently, Masters Nick and Matt have been dating girls recently. This has, of course, changed the dynamics of things with their faggots. Most importantly, they don’t have much time to devote to their faggots given the demands of females.

Compounding that was the insistence of both Masters to come forward and tell their girlfriends about their owned faggots. Master Nick recently did tell his girlfriend about his four live-in faggots, and she was (understandably) upset with him about that new wrinkle. Master Nick held his ground with her, however, and an uneasy truce developed between them.

But as any heterosexual Man will attest, a pissed-off female might pretend like everything is fine while secretly seething. This hidden hate always manifests sexually when they start denying sex to the Man. And that’s exactly what Master Nick’s girlfriend began doing to him.

Of course, an Alpha who owns four faggots will never go without sex, but being denied pussy by a female was enough of a tease to enrage the Beast inside Master Nick.

Two nights ago after being denied again, Master Nick returned home, grabbed Yul and Oliver, and fucked them more violently than he ever had before. Master Nick pounded all of his Male Rage into their defenseless pussies and left them gaped and breathless.

Then, like Bruce Banner after a Hulk-out, Master Nick realized what he had done and felt horrified. He contacted me in a pitiful state.

“I raped my faggots.”

This question hangs over all Alpha/faggot encounters: can an owned faggot be raped by its Master?

I’m less sure of my footing here. I think it’s fairly obvious that unowned faggots can be (and often are) raped by Men when they are taken without consent. This includes my rape, or the rape of Alex by Master Matt.

But a faggot owned by an Alpha is already claimed as the property of the Alpha. Part of the function of a faggot in that case is the relief of the Alpha’s sexual needs however and whenever he wants it.

This arrangement by necessity removes the faggot’s right to say “no” to its owner. And without the objection, can it technically be a rape?

Here’s the other part of the equation: faggots LOVE to be taken this way by Alphas. It might be scary in the moment, but ultimately the thrill of being the recipient of such great power is overwhelmingly exciting. So it can hardly be called a rape when the so-called “victim” actually loves the act.

So I really don’t believe rape can exist between an Alpha and his owned faggots, at least not in the way it’s traditionally defined.

I waited until today to write this because I wanted to talk to Yul and Ollie about the experience (and assess how they felt afterwards). And sure enough, they both LOVED being “raped” by Master Nick (especially Yul).

One thing is for sure: this isn’t going to stop. As Master Nick said to me, “I feel like I have a right to sex when I need it.”

This is a fundamental truth for all Alphas, and with faggots they can take it whenever they want.

It’s not rape … it’s reality.

This thread follows the development of Alpha Toby, an 18-year-old straight Alpha who is taking ownership of his faggot brother and a faggot friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In my experience with Apex Alphas, they often start young and are completely fearless. When presented with opportunities in life (sex, money, jobs, whatever) they usually move quickly to try something or take something.

The same goes for young straight Apex Alphas presented with easy fag pussy. They don’t care what anybody thinks, because the rules governing lesser males simply don’t apply to them. They do what they want whenever the hell they want.

So it didn’t really surprise me much when Master Toby, the young Apex Alpha in London, told me he was planning to fuck both his faggot brother and his faggot friend. Mind you, this is just a couple of weeks since he found out about fag worship.

So after caging his fag brother, Master Toby had a talk with him:

I sat him down and spoke to him about how to treat me and men and I told about your website and he absolutely loves it! ( I have to tell you that your website is great for both fags and alphas ) I put down some ground rules, he must always call me sir, he speaks when spoken to, he must always remain locked and he remains at my beck and call. I made it clear that he cleans the house and he does the cooking for me and our step dad. He asked if he could wear my football undies and I obliged, so he added the rule that all of his underwear must be worn at least once by me. ( a bit strange but he wanted to and I don’t see the harm ). He has a job and I’ve agreed that he gives me 60% of his earnings, not 100% because it’s minimum wage because he’s 15 and he has to pay for train fare to get to school. Finally I decided that he must be shaved of his body hair.

He always says thank you sir once we’re finished speaking. He cleaned my feet tonight with his mouth and I punched him in the balls and he thanked me. I also made him clean my dirty sneakers (using his mouth cause it’s funny) but I’m just not sure about actually having it off yet.

Sadly, all of this teasing with his brother left Master Toby with an ache in his balls that required relief.

Yeah I was saying to you that I wanted to focus on my brother, but after what you said and after tonight with my bro I had blue balls and my girlfriend is to worried about Covid. I went to my faggots house and let him suck my dick, speaking of, I face fucked him, guess that’s my preference.

It was pretty good, much better than any bitch before. You faggots are On another level. I think he liked sniffing my feet and balls more than sucking my dick. The faggot swallowed very drop, it was like it was the fucking elixir of life. He thanked me so much, I gave him a pair of my dirty undies to wear, and he nearly came.

At one point during the blow job he went to touch his dick and I kicked him in the balls and told him off. I was suprised he touched it. I was furious, I kicked as hard as I could, kinda wish I kept my boots on so it would be really hard. I told never to touch his dick my presence and was very apologetic, I face fucked him for punishment, but in hindsite he probably enjoyed a face fucking.

He did this incredible thing where he when all the way down and was sniffing my bush, and then peaking his toungue out and licking my balls. He looked at me the whole time too.

So there it was – Master Toby received his first blowjob from a faggot! And, as always, faggots never disappoint!

But there was still the matter of Master Toby’s fag brother Jamie. Master Toby determined that he would seal the deal with Jamie the following day.

In the morning I received a message from Master Toby informing me that his plan is going into action.

He is still locked and I’ve just gone for my run, I’m wearing my tight green Calvins, jogging bottoms, a tight white shirt (love to show off my muscles, they bitches and fags drool) my gold necklace and trainers with white Adidas socks. I smell fucking bad faggot, no deodorant and the calvins are my lucky football ones.

As usual, Alphas think their godly bodies stink when they really smell like heaven.

After a while, I received the following message from Master Toby:

Just finished with my faggot, he’s officially mine. It was amazing. He came in and said hello sir, I ordered him to undress and he got straight on his knees in front of me, I was sitting on the sofa man spread so he had easy access, he started at my feet, bear in mind I smelt strongly of man after I had been on a run, he took of my trainers sniffed my dirty socks and then tongue cleaned my feet meticulously. I ordered him up to my pits, he pushed my shortsleeved shirt down and cleaned them with such passion. After a little while I took my shirt off and then I drew his attention to my nuts, the were so heavy with scent I could smell them, he pulled my Calvin Kleins down and sniffed so deeply I thought he was gonna pass out, he cleaned them and then I gave him permission to move up to my cock as I was getting aroused; eventually I just grabbed his head and face fucked him until I shot my load into his throat. After that I threw him off of me by his hair and said, “I’m having a shower have my clean clothes ready, put on my dirty boxers and fuck off to bed.”

WOW!

I’m not sure what impresses me the most … The aggression, the back-to-back claiming of faggots, or Master Toby’s nonchalance about it all!

Like I’ve said, there is nothing terribly surprising about anything an Apex Alpha might do. They live in rarified air in a world they own completely. Master Toby is just learning this, but the awesome responsibility isn’t phasing him at all.

I know that conservative-minded people might object to the incestuous nature of Master Toby’s ownership of his faggot brother, but it really illustrates how Hierarchy supersedes all other considerations. All that truly matters between Men is the enforcing of Hierarchical principles.

When Jamie is sucking his older brother’s dick (and Master Toby is commanding him to), they are not brothers. They are simply an Alpha and a faggot fulfilling their ancient roles.

This thread follows the development of Alpha Toby, an 18-year-old straight Alpha who is taking ownership of his faggot brother and a faggot friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

A couple of weeks ago I received an intriguing message from a young Alpha in London named Toby:

Hey faggot Sam, I wanted to ask you something about being an alpha. I’m really new to it and I’m not sure how to navigate it, I just know my power. Are faggots and gay men different or do all gay men serve a straight alpha lad like me. Also my brothers a fag, do I fuck him? Thanks, alpha Toby.

So right off the bat I’m hooked. After some digging I discovered that Alpha Toby is 18 years old, and his younger brother (the budding faggot) is 15 years old. I warned Alpha Toby about getting sexually involved with his brother, but in true Alpha fashion my words made little difference in his plans.

Thanks fag, you were really informative. I think I will fuck my faggot brother; it just feels natural. I’ve had this faggot hit me up and I’m gonna use him, he’s a friend of mine and to be 100% honest with you I knew he used to sniff my dirty underwear when he’d bunk swimming 🤣🤣.

So I wanted to know more about this young Alpha’s life.

Thanks faggot, you may be a faggot, but I’m a man of my word and an alpha must have integrity boy. I’m 18 in college, my family are middle class, I live with my faggot brother and step dad (he’s pretty alpha to). Thanks for all the information, I like it fag, you taking time out of your day fag; makes me remember my power.

From there Alpha Toby jumped to deeper topics of concern. Like fag rape.

Also like is it true fags are physically weaker, cause I can tell from 10 miles away if they’re a faggot.

And can you rape a faggot or is it not rape because I own it?

It’s pretty clear that Alpha Toby was fascinated by the legendary addiction faggots have for used Alpha socks and underwear.

Why do you faggots like sniff socks and boxers? I’ve sniffed my Football Calvin kleins and knee high footy socks and god I nearly threw up faggot; the scent of my dick piss and sweat was gross and then my salty feet to. 🤢🤢 why do you faggots love it, I’ve seen my brother wearing my dirty undies before he loves it so much fag.

I think many Alphas like Toby first become aware of the presence and insatiable hunger of faggots through the underwear/sock sniffing addiction. In typical Alpha fashion, Alpha Toby thinks his used gear stinks, while faggots like his brother or his faggot friend think they smell incredible. So I explained to Alpha Toby how his pheromones trigger faggots and females to submit to him.

I was curious about how long he had been sexually active since he seemed pretty advanced.

I lost my virginity at 14, some bitch thirsted me so I rutted 🤣🤣.

I think sometimes fags and women forget we ain’t equal🤣. I get sick of bitches and all this feminism shit, Just shut the fuck up and clean my sweaty balls 🤣. Don’t get in the way of nature, you know, fag?

How can you say we’re equal when I know you fucking cream about me?

I always find that kind of Alpha attitude very refreshing and sexy. Alphas are such natural Men, always preferring to boil interpersonal relationships down to their essence. What Alpha Toby was saying may have been his opinion, but it’s absolutely perfect Hierarchical thinking.

He went on:

Yes faggot, that’s exactly it. None if this bullshit about equality and that. Fuck faggots and bitches, all this bullshit about “fuck straight men” … Fuck off it’s cause they all touch their little clitties at the thought of our dirty gym socks. I thrive on the power knowing something as gross as my fucking sweaty football socks made some faggot hard.

Then we had a bit of a break in our conversation. When Alpha Toby returned, he said this:

Hey faggot, sorry boy. Basically I’ve not fucked my brother, but I used my friend for the first time. I went to play some sports at the park with him and we got back to my place I confronted him and he cleaned my sweaty feet and balls, but I didn’t let him suck my dick yet.

Honestly fag, I was shocked, it was like he just crumbled. It’s amazing faggot, it made me feel even more powerful that as he left I asked how big his dick was hard and he said five inches and I said “that’s the size of mine soft.”

Alpha Toby was fascinated by the fact that his faggot friend seemed so happy just to lick his feet and balls.

Damn that’s mad faggot, could you explain to me how my faggot just cleaned my feet and balls and didn’t even suck dick or cum and was fine with that fag? Damn if I was rutting some bitch and she just left before I came I’d go apeshit. That’s good to know that I brought it so much happiness, he brought me un-musky nuts 🤣🤣 low hanging and hairy.

Talk about wasting no time! But things were about to get even more intense.

Christmas was approaching, and Alpha Toby wanted to give something special to his faggot brother: a chastity cage!

Alpha Toby also bought his brother this card to go with the gift:

Alpha Toby asked me what he should write in the card, so I came up with this:

(His name),

I know you’re a faggot. As your brother, it’s my job to help you become whatever you are meant to be.

Faggots are not Men, and therefore they should be caged. I hope this chastity cage will help you be fulfilled in life.

Your Alpha Brother,

Toby

So Christmas came and went, and then I received this update:

My Christmas was great, I gave my brother his Christmas present and he totally loved it. Yes, I was super surprised, I thought he’d be disgusted and eventually come ‘round but he was just ashamed and I laughed and said put it on faggot, he went in to his room and put it on and hasn’t taken it off since.

I let him do it himself and then he came out and showed me. Should I have put it on him? I’m kinda over that other faggot, I kinda wanna focus my energy on fag little bro.

I’ve not gone all the way or anything like that yet, just cause I’m still trying to navigate this as much as he is. I think I didn’t want to push him to much, at the end of the day he is my baby bro.

I think I wanna sit and chat with my bro about where I wanna go with this.

As insane as this situation has gotten, Alpha Toby has remained methodically cool and collected throughout. It simply doesn’t rattle him. He accepts his role as Alpha, and everything else is just the way it is.

What we are witnessing in Alpha Toby is the emergence of a pure, natural-born Alpha awakening to the limitless possibilities of his own life. He is beginning to understand that anything he wants in life he can take without fear or judgement. The rules simply do not apply to him.

It’s beautiful, and so is he!

My post about Ahmed was heartbreaking for me. There’s always this desperation I feel hanging over me when dealing with overwhelming issues like this.

That’s why I love when Protector Alphas like Master Mark (an Alpha I’ve come to know on Snapchat) step in with words of support:

My heart broke reading about Ahmed. If there is anything we can do to get him out of there I want to help. Money, helping arrange refugee/asylum status in a safe country, whatever it may be. No one should ever have to go through that ordeal. I use faggots and I love feminine ones the best, but I would never ever hurt them. Fuck these so-called ‘men’. They are cowards and cunts and if I ever meet one they better hope there’s a hospital nearby.

It’s impossible to not love Alphas like Master Mark. Simply put, Men like him are the greatest Men to walk the Earth. They are the reason we faggots are inclined to serve and worship in the first place!

Thank you Master Mark and all other Protector Alphas around the world!

As many of you already know, the Middle East is special to me. After all, my Baby Boy was born there, and in 2017 I managed to rescue him from that region of despair and into a new life. In addition, Through the experience of that rescue operation and also through this website I am come to know many souls trapped in that part of the world, all desperate to escape as well.

So it’s special to me for all the wrong reasons.

If it’s possible to hate a region of the world or an entire culture, then I do hate the Middle East. It’s cruel, aggressively backward, and hateful. My Baby Boy is permanently damaged from his hellish experiences there, and for that I will never forgive the people there who inflict such pain.

I take it very personally. I can’t even count the number of times I have been reduced to tears over a letter or message I’ve received from faggots trapped there. I feel my heart start racing with anxiety over some of these situations, and when they disappear their haunting words of despair hang on me for years like cold, wet blankets.

What follows is the latest such letter. It’s from a 24-year-old feminine faggot from Pakistan named Ahmed. This brother was largely abandoned by his family (because of his femininity) and ended up homeless and prostituting himself to survive. Eventually he was picked up and claimed by a 30-year-old wealthy businessman.

But it’s not exactly a “Pretty Woman” tale, as you will soon discover:

Brother sam

I am a faggot from Islamabad Pakistan. I live with a man who is alpha but doesn’t know much about alpha faggot and other things. I service him and sometimes his friends.

I still struggle alot being a sissy sub. I feel uncomfortable sometimes with his friends. He is also very strict. 

In Islamic country men have less access to females without marriage. So they occasionally use faggots gays crossdressers and transgender.
But best thing about him is that he does what u call “cunting” every night. In our society men consider it a moral duty to regularly fuck their partners. Sometimes he is romantic sometimes if he is tired he just mounts and breed. 

I am not educated or have a job. So I am very happy that he provided me shelter and food. He sometimes beats me but otherwise he is generally ok. Most of the day he works so I usually remain alone at home. Sometimes some of his friends may stop by for a quickie. I don’t like them much and don’t want to have sex with them. 

One of them is very abusive if I am alone with him and forced me to drink his urine. I did not tell my man about it. He knows he came by but didn’t know he pisses in my mouth and beats me if I don’t. 

Life is good and I dread the day he will throw me out as I don’t know how I will eat or where to live. Before him I used to beg on streets and did sex work. But it is not steady and we don’t have homeless shelter or social programs for poor people like me. Before that I lived with parents but I had bad reputation in neighborhood which was disrespect to my father and brothers. They told me to be man or leave. 

First I lived with a group of trans people. Our guru (the mentor of the group) ran brothel so it was easier. But then she sold me to a man who took me to a village. I was unhappy so I ran away. Now I couldn’t join any transgender group because my guru had to pay back the man who purchased me. 

After that I traveled different cities mostly begged for money and provided sex services. But during pandemic it was hard as no one had jobs and there was lockdown. It was very bad because of lack of food and shelter I was very worried and didn’t know where to go.

So I met my man in the park where I slept at night and he took me to his place. He is well off and gave me shower and clothes. After few days he just woke me and took me in bedroom where he told me to suck his dick and after that he fucked me. He then said if u be good and clean I can keep u here. Clean my house make food do laundry. 

He smokes and drinks occasionally. If he is angry he beats me. I don’t like the violence but I try to avoid it by making him happy. 

That’s my story as a Pakistani sissy crossdressing faggot. U can share it if u want to. I have no friends faggot or gays or trans. And my man and his friends don’t talk to me much. That’s why I use internet but in our country faggots don’t talk to other faggots trans people don’t talk to me other men want to fuck so i don’t know what’s happening to other peoples in my country. 

Thanks 

Ahmed (fortunately) gave me his phone number, so I’ve been communicating with him. In person, he’s much like the letter above – thoughtful, kind, resilient, and down-to-earth.

Which is what adds to the tragedy of the way he’s being treated. His owner allows multiple friends to come by whenever they need to fuck and essentially rape Ahmed. Sometimes they beat him badly. It makes my heart hollow out.

When I hear faggots in the free world talk about their rape fantasies, I shake my head in disgust and sadness. They don’t know what it really means to be raped, let alone be raped repeatedly by strangers. They don’t know the hopelessness of a faggot slave used this way, trapped in a secretive and unforgiving land.

Here’s the ironic part: he almost feels sorry for ME because I live in a violent and hateful United States! He wrote:

I think america is so not good if you don’t mind me. I cannot understand why they have so many covid cases and deaths. Even poorest countries don’t have this many deaths.

Ahmed actually volunteered for the COVID vaccine clinical trials (for which he was paid 5,000 Rs / $68.00)! Even while stuck in a situation like this he’s still being valuable to society! Great example!

I truly value fag brothers like Ahmed. Like I said at the outset, this issue runs very close to my heart. If I were very wealthy I swear I would create an underground railroad and lead all of the gays trapped in the Middle East to someplace new and safe. They deserve to have a chance at happiness, love, and peace like the rest of us.

If you want to reach out to Ahmed, contact me and I will make it happen. He would love to have a few friends!

A few days ago I discovered that Masters Nick and Matt were dating new girls. By “discovered,” I mean I suspected something was up with them based on their recent silence and flat-out asked them. And sure enough, my Spidey sense was correct again.

I’m happy for them, of course. They’re straight Alphas who still have a natural attraction to females (and especially certain female body parts). It helps them feel connected to certain important aspects of their Masculinity; squiring a beautiful woman on a date or making love to her makes a Man feel socially and sexually desirable.

Of course, as two Alphas who own faggots, there is an issue looming on the horizon: when and how do you explain the existence of these faggot slaves to the new girlfriends?

It’s an issue Master Jin recently confronted with his last girlfriend. He point-blank told her than Chin is his faggot and that wasn’t changing. So she left.

Masters Nick and Matt have been huddling on the issue, and they have decided that they will very soon tell their new girlfriends about their faggots. And their resolve to continue owning faggots seems to be as strong as ever. Said Master Matt the other day:

(Fucking her) is not as good as with my faggot … I can see myself always having a faggot now.

One curious side effect of these two great Alphas fucking females again is that they come home to fuck their faggots with even more aggression than usual. The faggots have told me this, and it’s something I experienced with straight Alphas I’ve served.

My theory: Alphas are forced to restrain themselves while fucking females (especially new girlfriends), so the Beast inside them wants to RUT when he gets back to his faggot holes.

Regardless, Masters Nick and Matt continue to be fearless trailblazers. Every faggot lucky enough to be owned by them can rest assured that they are safe at their feet!

This is a thread following an extraordinary 21-year-old straight Alpha named Eric and the enslavement of his friend Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is part three of a three-part series of articles.

After my excited email of rejoicing over Alpha Eric’s face-fucking of his (former) friend Nick, I wondered what he would think about my encouragement to fuck his new faggot. Fortunately my answer (sort of ) arrived the next day:

I think I can be okay with this. 

What about the situation with his girl?  I do think he cares for her.  If I fuck him there’s no way he’ll be able to fuck her again.  I know that sounds insane and like I’m full of myself but it’s true.  My girl once told me that she’d never be able to cheat because she feels like she got put through a cross-fit session 3/4ths of the time. 

I’ve seen her faggot brother even look a little afraid.  As I mentioned, he broke it off with his boyfriend because he was trying to be the top when he cheated with me.  Sometimes I laugh until I snort when I imagine him trying to penetrate anything.

Alpha Eric was worried about Nick’s relationship with his girlfriend?? I was apoplectic. I couldn’t type a response fast enough:

Master,

None of that surprises or shocks me. Alphas like you are typically incredible fucks that totally destroy females and faggots forever. They are the unforgettable ones, the Men who own us forever.

I can’t believe you are concerned about his relationship with his girlfriend. I guess it’s a testament to your inherent goodness, Master. Here’s the thing you’re overlooking: his relationship is a sham. He’s misleading her every time he pretends to be a Man.

She’s heading for a fall, eventually. It might as well be now before they get married and have kids and then it explodes. I’ve seen these situations firsthand, and they are often sad. So many needless lies and regrets.
Better that you take ownership of Nick and breed him, Master. Not only will you increase in power Hierarchically, but you will give Nate the opportunity to experience the freedom of fulfillment.

So feel no regret. You are performing your duty as a King in our world, Master. Follow your instincts and you’ll know what to do.
Yours,
sam the faggot

I meant every word of that email. It is offensive that Nick has been lying to this girl with his embarrassing masquerade of Manhood. And don’t get me wrong – I was guilty of the very same thing until a powerful Alpha forced me to accept the truth. Therefore, I know what is right in natural Hierarchy, and what Men need to do about these kinds of situations.

Alpha Eric needed to fuck away all of the lies and deception.

The next day Alpha Eric gave me his answer: “I’m going to fuck him later today.”

To add more encouragement, I wrote this to him:

Master,
Thank you for taking up this Kingly duty! As the Protector Alpha you are, it is your Hierarchical duty to correct errors like this. 

Alphas should be the leaders they were born to be.
Faggots should be the cock slaves they were born to be.

You remember the scenario I laid out, right? I really think you need to get in his head and force him to understand his proper place, Master. He was born to worship Alphas like you. Make him kiss your feet and tell you “Thank you, Sir.”

For inspiration, watch this: https://fagsworshipalphas.com/im-a-faggot-daddy/. You might want to tell him to be cleaned out when he arrives.
You are going to restore order, Master. 

I’ve never been prouder of an Alpha than I am today of you, Master!

Later that night, I received this email from Alpha Eric confirming that he had, indeed, restored order in the Hierarchy:

This took a little longer but I’m amazed how early in the day it still is. I told my little brother and nephew I’d take them turkey hunting this morning. They like to learn from the best. We didn’t get shit tho.

Afterward we split. I had my brother drive my nephew back to our older brother’s house.  I went straight to Nick’s.  I was already amped up from stalking one of the hardest birds to sneak up on.

I don’t remember everything I said. But I know told him that he was first going to suck my dick then I was going to fuck him.  I thought he would resist more.  He didn’t say anything and got down on his knees.  I was already hard.  I made him suck and lick my balls first.  He was slow at first but started getting a little hungrier.  I made him look up at me.  When I was finished pushing his head down and making him gag and puke a little I made him do it himself while looking up at me.  There was so much spit it even had my balls soaked.  He held his head there on his own effort looking up, neck flexing from gagging, spit going out the sides of his mouth.  He didn’t break until I told him to.  His neck and throat are going to hurt like hell.

Then came the fun part.  He started resisting a little.  I reached my hand down the back of his shorts and started grazing his ass crack with my fingers.  It was a pitiful sight.  I asked him if he had any lubricant.  He had Vaseline.  I told him to go get it.  But I got him totally naked first so he wouldn’t try to escape. 

I made him go doggy.  I wouldn’t dignify that with missionary.  I thought I was pretty gentle going in.  I guess the thought of it was scary enough to him.  Sometimes I wouldn’t have anything but the head in and he’d be crying out.  I finally broke through the worst part.  I made him back his ass up on the rest of it.  All. The. Way. Down.  To my balls. 

His skin jiggled.  Thighs clapped.  It was like an earthquake.  I pushed him down flat and laid on top of him.  Put my forearm around his neck.  It was brutal.  For him.  He’d lay limp but I’d make him squirm just for my amusement.  I’d use my other hand to slap at his face if I didn’t think he was trying hard enough to get away.  All his might and he was just stuck there shaking. 

I cum so hard it hurt my cock.  I had him bear hugged when I cum so tight it’s a wonder I didn’t crush his ribs.  He got in the fetal position when I got off him and I saw his own little pool of jizz on the comforter. 

I washed my dick. Used the bathroom.  Put my hunting clothes back on.  We didn’t say a word before I went out the door. 

Since then I’ve been home.  The girlfriend’s got something slow cooking.  I did some target practice with a bow with my nephew to help him get his skills up.  He finally got some good shots in.  I gave him his kudos.  I have thought a little about what happened.  The girlfriend thinks I seem really relaxed.  I worried maybe I went too far.  

He no shit texted me and thanked me.  He was a little funny about how much he was hurting.  I did message back and ask him if he was okay – I mean, I don’t want him calling the cops on me and my DNA is probably all over his taint by now.  But he used the phrase that he was at peace.  I don’t know what to make of that.  I hope he’s not suicidal or anything.  I mean, despite everything, I wouldn’t want him to hurt himself.

Anyway, that’s that.  I’ll see how it goes from here. 

I just want to highlight these two thoughts from Nick after being rutted by an Alpha God for the first time:

“He thanked me” and he said “he was at peace.”

This is what an Alpha does for a faggot when he uses it aggressively, almost violently, and breeds it deeply. An Alpha’s rut obliterates any false pretenses of Manhood and forces the faggot to embrace its truth. Its purpose.

What Alpha Eric did to his former friend Nick is the same thing Alphas have done to subjugate faggots since the beginning of time. It is the ultimate power one Man has over other, lesser males.

So now Alpha Eric has completed the transformation of his friend through the power of his cock and the force of his rut. He has given permission to Nick to be the thing nature intended him to be all along.

And by breeding Nick’s pussy, Alpha Eric has taken ownership of his former friend!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This is a thread following an extraordinary 21-year-old straight Alpha named Eric and the enslavement of his friend Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is part two of a three-part series of articles.

So after I sent that email (see previous post) I waited on pins and needles. I fully expected Alpha Eric to either force Nick into submission or dismiss the situation altogether.

But Alpha Eric’s next email was another big surprise.

I think Nick still thinks that we can be like it was before, but that he’ll suck my dick if I want it.  We talked again today.  He’s not as chatty when he’s sober.  Couldn’t he have just been a faggot without coming on to me? 

My girl’s faggot brother is home on break.  She and I have an agreement especially since she’s pregnant.  If I fuck another girl or get my dick sucked then I don’t tell her about it.  I don’t brag about it.  I don’t act romantically toward them.  And I play safe.  No prostitutes or anything like that.

I like that agreement.  I was more relationship-oriented than my brothers.  I like having a loyal girl and (soon) mother of my kids.  She’s my queen. 

Anyway, I lost my train of thought.  Her brother’s first stop on getting into town was my place.   I don’t mind an occasional surprise from a faggot.  If his sister’s there then it’s just a nice visit.  But she’s at work until 7 p.m. most days.  I think I’m worse when I know a fag has other places to go, especially to a boyfriend.  He already had his jockstrap on too.  He’s just like his sister when it comes to adding nice little touches like that.

I had time so I shot my juice in both ends.  I pumped one right down his throat.  Once he got me hard again – which is not an overly difficult task – I totally wrecked him.  I love hearing him whimper.  He was a tiny drama club fag in school.  I make him squirm with all his might trying to get from under me.  That alone almost makes me cum my brains out.

He’ll stay at their parents.  I had a goal before we moved in together to fuck her in every room of that house.  I only half-succeeded with her brother.  Still I have to laugh knowing how hard I used him and then walking around a house where he’s been in used in half the rooms. I know it works because my girl even said she can’t not think about how she was fucked in a particular room.

I’m off tomorrow too. I’ll have him come over. It’ll be fun not to jerk off for a couple of weeks.

This was certainly a new wrinkle. I was a bit frustrated because a delicate situation like Nick’s needed to be top priority at the moment, and Alpha Eric was off breeding his girlfriend’s fag brother instead.

Adding to my concern was Alpha Eric’s apparent waffling on confronting Nick at all, stoked primarily by what he wrote the next day:

I just saw your email. So, Nick. This only gets worse the more I think about it. Take all those experiences and add him. Except for football. Nick’s a total dork. But he’d snowmobile, hunt, fish, hang out, etc. He’s shyer than I am. I had to help him ask out his first serious girlfriend. And he has a current girlfriend. He talks to me when they argue, but otherwise they’d be a great pair if he wasn’t a faggot. She likes that kindler, gentler dork type. And our girls are good friends.

Other than sleepovers he would just come over to our house and do whatever we were doing. He was always there.

Maybe I could just steer him toward coming out? It’s shitty in the short term but in the long term might be better. I don’t give a shit if he’s gay. I have gay friends. Not just token ones. We’re way too small of a town for that. No one gives a shit what race, sexuality, or whatever of friends you have.

I don’t know if that’s a solution. It would really be a good one if possible. Thinking about Nick sucking my cock would be like seeing Tommy or Seth try to do it. It would just feel incestuous and bizarre. I doubt I’d stay hard.

Now I was really thinking that Alpha Eric wasn’t going to do anything with Nick. Of course, it would be understandable. After all, Alpha Eric clearly had plenty of other outlets for his unforgiving ruts. But Nick so obviously needed to understand the truth of his existence and embrace it … and that was something I felt was important for Alpha Eric to accomplish for his former friend.

And so I wrote exactly that:

Master,

Ultimately, you are the Alpha in charge of how this is handled. I support whatever you choose. 

I think Nick needs to be honest with himself. You are the key to that, whether you give him the freedom to discover that in service to you or you kindly encourage him to discover it with someone else, it needs to happen. 

I know you will ultimately choose correctly, Master.

Yours, 
sam the faggot

In cases like these, you simply give the advice and take whatever comes of it. You throw the rose petals onto the water and see if they travel anywhere or manage to float at all.

The next day I received this extraordinary reply (under the heading “Well Shit”):

This will be short and sweet.

Nick came over earlier.  We talked a little more.  I pressed him harder about how he relates to me.  As far as he’s concerned he’s always been some follower of mine.  Without me, he would have just been a bullied outcast.  I don’t think that’s necessarily true.  I didn’t view him as just some follower.  I saw him as a brother.  This made me go from depressed to a little mad.  I mean, he is a pleaser but nobody stayed closer to me than him.  He said he was jealous of the girls I fucked.

He wouldn’t have called himself a faggot but in a way he was saying that’s what he always was to me.

Not thinking, I told him to prove it.  He asked if I was serious.  I told him that I wouldn’t kid about this. 

He sucked my dick.  It wasn’t great but he was hungry.  I’ll say that much. 

I told him that he was great at it tho.  He even offered to do it again but I had things to do.  It was a little awkward afterward but we said we’d catch each other later and that was that.  I don’t feel all that weird about it.

UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!!

Thank goodness I wasn’t driving at the time I received it or else I would’ve driven into a tree (although I’m usually in danger of doing that anyway)!

I was elated. I excitedly wrote back to him:

MASTERRRRR!

I am proud of you for this move, Master! You have started him off in the best way imaginable, and what you’ve done is what so many straight Alphas have done either knowingly or unknowingly for faggots since the beginning of time! 

You have fulfilled Nick’s life!

Hopefully he swallowed your cum, Master. It’s good for a faggot to imprint on the Alpha. If not, perhaps when it happens again you can feed it to him properly. It also might be a good idea to send him a text saying something like “good job faggot” in order to soothe his jangled nerves. 

I’m just so thrilled, Master! Thank you for the great privilege of being with you during this pivotal moment in both of your lives!

yours,
sam the faggot

And there you have it – the taking of a new faggot by a dominant Alpha Bull! It happens every day, and it’s part of what makes Hierarchy so intriguing to me. It’s a very natural rite of passage that uses power dynamics as the mechanics to make it work. When everyone accepts their natural role and embraces it, revelatory moments like this can happen out of nowhere!

But as you know, the story doesn’t end there! Alpha Eric was left with a serious concern, and how he wisely approached it will be the third and final installment!

This is part of a thread following the submission of a 15-year-old faggot to a 15-year-old Alpha bully. CLICK HERE to view all of these posts in chronological order!

Uh, hey. This is an update from the 15 year old faggot from earlier. Except I’m not the faggot, I’m Michal, his alpha owner. He told me today to look around this site and gave me his phone to ask a question. So here I am. First of all, I have to thank you for having this site. If it wasn’t for this, my faggot probably would not have known his place in the world and would have not became my property. Now I have my own faggot serving me everyday! I must say thank you for teaching my faggot a lesson! Now he gets on all fours when I’m near him. It’s good to have this much power over him. I find it incredible how I started off as his “bully” but ended up conquering him. I remember his parents came to me once after he complained that I was teasing him and said that I would never win in life with what I was doing. If only they could see what happened to their “son” now. Him being my personal faggot bitch and all. I’m the one who ended up winning, and he was the one who ended up losing. I guess you could say I won our little rivalry. He lost completely of course, he is my property now. Just knowing that I won makes me smirk at his face so much. What’s better is that he can’t do anything about it but serve me. I just love being an alpha. I can’t imagine being the faggot who has to submit to a real man. That’s hot. Anyway I continued to use my faggot even throughout the weekend. This time I breed him like he was a little girl. He definitely sounded like one when I was railing him. I listened to your latest podcast about breeding faggots, and I must say a lot of it resonated with my experience. While I was breeding my property, he seemed to lose more and more of his manhood with each thrust. After I bummed into him, I just could not see him as a real man anymore. And neither could he! I asked if he still left-leaning like a real man and he said “absolutely not, especially not after you made me your bitch.” So ya I think I eradicated his manhood. That’s something else for me to smirk at his face about >:).  He also definitely seemed to become far more docile and a little bit more feminine. He also seems to become more receptive to my cum. He is definitely addicted to it. He shows absolutely no resistance when near me, I can just have my way with him as I please. I have definitely been using this to push him on all fours, mounting him, and dry bumping him. I’m just doing this to remind his place in the hierarchy and to remind him that I am the one with the cock in this relationship. Definitely seems to be working on the faggot. Plus I see him letting his tongue out and moaning when I do it. I know he enjoys being put in his place by a real man. I’ll be enjoying this pathetic excuse of a “man” for the rest of the year >:). I have to ask you a question so here I go. Why do “bully’s” like me always win against pathetic faggots like my property? I’ve been winning against him every single day after he became my faggot. I think he has accepted that he will never be seen as a man again. Which I think is amazing. He knows his place when near me. Hell he is even sucking my cock as I write this right now. God I love being the alpha. Thank you so much for teaching my faggot that it’s life is to serve me! If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have this adorable faggot gagging on my cock whenever I please! I’ll make sure to use my faggot every day from now on.

Sir, thank you so much for writing to me!
 
This is an unexpected turn of events, but quite welcome! I very rarely hear from the Alphas affected (benefited) by my teaching here, so your input is most welcome! 
 
I’m guessing you are the same age as the faggot in question, Sir? If so, then you will be able to own and use that faggot for the next couple of years if you’d like, which I’m sure you will find most convenient Alphas at your age have massive needs to unload all the time, and having a faggot around will certainly be useful.
 
While I have you here, Sir, please let me impart some information to you, okay? First of all, I know you’ve been described as an Alpha bully. Many Alphas your age are like that, very cruel and destructive. I’m not going to ask you to curb that desire you might have, Sir, because I understand that it is a natural part of young Manhood.
But I do ask that you think about your faggot like a good dog that you care about and serves a purpose in your life. Your faggot can be loyal like that dog. And, like a dog, your faggot only wants to please you and be near you. You can do all of the rough sexual stuff you want to do to your faggot, of course, but a “good boy” or “good faggot” from you goes a long way, I promise. 
 
This is your opportunity to shine as a truly powerful Alpha, Sir. You can train and build a faggot that perfectly obeys and pleases you properly, one that will be a credit to you and your Alphahood. Does that make any sense, Sir? 
 
It’s a balancing act. On one hand, you want to show some affection toward your faggot so that it doesn’t give out or become overly frustrated/discouraged, but you still need to keep some separation between you and the faggot. After all, you are a Man. It’s likely that you will want to fuck/date females, or perhaps own more than one faggot … keeping the faggot at arm’s length prevents it from getting jealous or causing problems. I hope you understand, Sir.
 
Now, to answer your direct question – you keep winning over the faggot because Nature made you superior to your faggot. Faggots are born with a deep need to serve superior Males like you. In fact, it’s all we really know for sure in our lives. Just like you have this tremendous need to dominate and be worshiped, faggots have the opposite need to submit and worship. 
 
Faggots have existed since the first Man dominated another male and forced that male into submission. We faggots served your gladiator Alpha ancestors in the Roman army, and we have served the Kings of your Alpha lineage like Alexander the Great. You have inherited your Alphahood from a long line of the greatest Men in the Hierarchy. You were born a King, Sir! You should be proud, and you should carry yourself like a King.
 
Meanwhile, your faggot has the privilege of serving you. And that is glory enough, believe me. He was born to serve, and service brings him fulfillment. As much as you love being an Alpha, your faggot loves being owned by you!  
 
I am so very glad that you are embracing your Alphahood, Sir! I think you will find that the world opens up to Alphas when they accept this incredible gift given to them by Nature! 
 
Thank you again for writing to me, Sir!

This is a thread following an extraordinary 21-year-old straight Alpha named Eric and the enslavement of his friend Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is part one of a three-part series of articles.

Every so often a bombshell goes off on this site. I occasionally receive a developing story so hot and so emotionally-charged that everything else stops and I focus entirely on investigation and coaching.

Such is the case with a straight Alpha named Eric.

About a week ago I received this email to fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com:

I’m 21, straight, seeing a nice girl, and just your typical Yankee dude in northern NH.  Three weeks ago my best friend Nick told me he had feelings, was attracted to me, wanted to suck my dick, etc.  I swear I think he was high because it came out as stupid as it sounds.

I grew up with this guy.  I’ve got brothers and I’m closer to him than I am them.  We were just a couple of hellions.  I swear I had no idea.  If he had told me he was gay it wouldn’t have changed anything.  I don’t know what to do now.  We haven’t spoken since. 

In October he asked me if I had ever been with a guy.  I told him the truth that I had my dick sucked a few times by guys. I’m not ashamed.  My girl knows that and she wasn’t even surprised.  I like attention.

I feel the same way as if he had died.  I don’t know how I can hang out with him again.  Gay dudes have a pretty shitty life here tho but not because of the people (people here don’t give a shit if you’re gay).  But if they can’t move away they just end up on meth and working shitty jobs.  

My Mom told me that Nick’s Mom had been worried about him lately.  That makes me think he’s using something or he’s depressed over what happened (or both). She wants me to talk to him.  I care but it’s kind of hard to see him the same way right now. 

Any ideas?

Can you hear the pain in this young Alpha’s words? The struggle he was having over this revelation from his closest ally in life?

The empathy expressed by Alpha Eric moved me deeply. It’s RARE to hear a straight Alpha speak in such a compassionate way about any faggot, let alone a faggot that has shocked and disappointed him the way Nick did here.

So I knew I needed to help Alpha Eric understand what was going on. I immediately wrote him back with these words:

Sir,
Thank you for your touching and insightful letter! You are obviously an Alpha with some depth of character.

You must understand this about your friend Nick: he was born a faggot. He can’t help the fact that he is born to serve Men like you, Alphas. It’s a basic truth about Males known as Hierarchy. Some Men like you are Alpha and born to lead, to rule.

Others like Nick or me are born faggots. We are born to serve Men.

Nick means you no harm, Sir. He just wants to be your property, to be owned by you, and to serve you and make your life better. 

On my site I have countless true stories of straight Alphas who discovered faggot service and eventually came to own faggots of their own. One straight college Alpha in Toronto tried faggots in the fall of 2019, and now he owns four live-in faggots that serve him!

Your faggot Nick simply wants to make you happy. It’s heartbroken because it feels ashamed due to your rejection.

I will say that you’ll need to let go of the friendship part of your relationship. To an Alpha like you, Nick must become like a faithful dog. Like property you own and use.

All of this is perfectly natural. If you think about it, this might make deep internal sense. As a King, you need servants, right? Faggots are those servants.

Trust me, you will be fulfilling this faggot’s purpose on Earth by taking ownership of him and using him however you need.

I really hope some of what I’ve said reaches your heart, Sir. I trust in your judgment. Please feel free to ask any questions or contact me with updates.

Sincerely,
sam the faggot

Then came that awkward period of silence. I worried that I overdid it. But I just really wanted to hammer home this crux of this issue while I still had his attention. I hoped that, if nothing else, he would at least have the information in his mind so that it might marinate for a while inside of him.

But, to my surprise, Alpha Eric responded quickly.

I decided to call him up.  We met up at a lake and talked in my truck a while.  I can’t even look at him.  That’s not the Nick I knew.  It didn’t end good or bad.  We split because we were both at work.

I probably could use him sexually but I have enough complications.  I have a kid on the way with my girlfriend.  I don’t want Nick coming around and getting in my business.  Everything’s nice and tidy right now.  I’m not ruling out, but I have to make sure he’s stable.  I’m looking forward to my own family.

Plus, I already have a faggot who is taking good care of me: my girl’s brother.  I went over to pick her up a couple years ago and she wasn’t home.  He invited me in and had me sit in the best chair in the living room.  It didn’t take much to get him on his knees.  I started fucking him over a year ago. This has been going on for 2 years now.  Before I moved in with my girl sometimes I could nut in both of them in the same day.  

I stole both of them too.  My girl left her ex for me.  Her brother tried to date a guy but kept coming back.  I was an asshole and would fuck the shit out of him and use him hard.  I made him jerk off until he nut too.  Then I’d send him back to his boyfriend nice and ruined.

Anyway, I’m just starting to brag now.  We’ll see about Nick, seriously.  But I’m still grieving a little.

HOLY FUCK!! I didn’t see that coming AT ALL. He’s fucking his girlfriend’s brother!!

I ripped off this email in response:

Master, 

OMG! Why didn’t you explain this to me!?! I wouldn’t have wasted time trying to explain faggots to you if I knew you already owned a faggot!

That’s really powerful, though. You must be an Apex Alpha to have this sort of command over faggots and females! Also, clearly your seed is quite potent given its effects on females (pregnancy) and the psychological effects it has on faggots. 

Was this brother the first faggot for you? I’m guessing it wasn’t. 
As far as Nick, he just wants to serve you, Master. He’s no different than your girlfriend’s brother. 

Don’t mourn for your former friend. The very best thing you can do is take ownership of him and become his Master. He will become what he was born to be, and you will ascend to Godhood – what you were born to be!

You have handled this in a spectacular way, Master, and I am very impressed. You are incredibly wise and mature. 

Now see beyond your initial emotions on the subject and look at the truth there. Your former friendship was built on a false front constructed by Nick so he could be close to you. 

When, in reality, he belongs kneeling at your feet. 

That reality can now happen the way Nature intended. 

Thank you so much for writing back, Master. I hope my words inspire you to take action eventually!
Yours, 
sam the faggot

In response to that email, Alpha Eric wrote back to tell me how he knew a faggot when he was a teenager who taught him about masturbation and also gave Alpha Eric his first blowjob. I won’t reproduce the entire email here because it contains a lot of family history stuff.

The point is this: Alpha Eric understands the purpose of faggots quite well. And, more importantly, he knows what needs to happen but is afraid of what he knows must be the result.

To this gorgeous and very personal email I responded:

Master,

Beautifully written and expressed perfectly. Thank you.

You have enough experience as an Alpha and a user of faggots to understand this simple truth: Nothing about what you shared with Nick in the past was fake or invalid. It was all real.

Nick hasn’t died, so there’s no reason to mourn.

You know exactly what Ncik is because you’ve used faggots. There’s no loss here.

What you lose as a friend you gain as a servant. Nick becomes more than a friend … he becomes YOURS. Your property. 

And through this, you both become fulfilled. Through faggot ownership, Alphas ascend to a new level of psychological and spiritual power. You go BEYOND the barriers that constrain other inferior males.

And by becoming your faggot, Nick will finally be fulfilled. What a gift that would be that you could give to him, Master! You would give him the chance to actually BE FREE and be what he was born to be!

By rejecting him, you only lock him back in that cage of fear once more. I know you care about him too much to do that to him.

Imagine the first time you put him on his knees and put your dick in his mouth. You look down at him and you see the wonder in his eyes as he sucks your cock. 

And after you feed him your load and he breathlessly thanks you, you tussle his hair and say “good boy” or “good faggot.”

And the former friendship changes into one of a satisfied Master and his grateful faggot. Like a Man and his faithful dog.

It’s just a different form, Master.

You have the power and control to bridge the gulf that exists now. I know deep down you feel that primal Alpha urge to take possession. Don’t resist it, Master.

Fulfill Nate. Fulfill yourself.

yours,
sam the faggot

Did my words move Alpha Eric to take action? What happened next? Stay tuned for PART TWO!

This thread follows Master Louis, a wise Alpha owner of faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

There’s a cadre of stupendous Alphas with whom I’ve communicated over the years and never discussed publicly on this site. In some ways these Men are a secret weapon on this site because they keep me grounded and focused on the true function of this site. They’re the Watchers, the invisible Alphas mentoring me in private. I treasure them.

One such Alpha is Master Louis. I met him online a couple of years ago and struck up a very nice rapport over that time. He always gives me bits of Alpha wisdom that I take to my heart. He’s also quite dominant, which makes my little fag heart flutter every time we speak.

I know Master Louis has been hungry to own a new faggot, but this year has been bad for that. So I was encouraged to hear that he had found a young, trainable faggot near him.

Prior to meeting Master Louis gave his new faggot Owen a strict rule: it was not to touch its (uncaged) clit or masturbate at all.

Well, little Owen made the mistake of opening up this site … and after reading the stories here and playing with itself the faggot ejaculated.

I’ll give Owen credit: it told the truth to its new Master. Master Louis was displeased, naturally, and decided the fag needed to be punished. Part of that punishment involved Owen confessing its crime to me (what am I? A priest??) in a three-way chat and figuring out an appropriate punishment.

Owen dutifully wrote to me of the experience:

As i worked into the wee hours last night, i found my faggot mind, excited about recently entering the ownership of My Master, curious what the internet says about Master / fag dynamics. Inspired and horny, i read through fagsworshipalphas.com. Even though i knew i shouldn’t and Master would be upset, i began rubbing my faggot clit. The advice, stories, photos, and videos on the site were too much for me to withstand and i ejaculated in my pants. I resolved to inform My Master the following morning.

Master had arranged for a short meet / use at His place around lunch time. Having just learned that His fag disobeyed him, Master was going to have to punish me. I knew He would, but did not know how, save for it might involve the dildo i was instructed to bring.

When i arrived, i received instructions to strip (all but my jock) and assume the bitch pose, which Master had recently taught me. Eagerly i did, presenting my pussy for Sir. I heard His footsteps approach, and made sure my back was arched as He taught me. He inspected my hole and said something like “I can’t believe you disobeyed me, faggot.”

My punishment was uncomfortable, but i understood why He made me do it. I had to kneel on a shoe tray, the kind with ridges that dug into my knees, while demonstrating my throat progress on the dildo suctioned to a floor to ceiling mirror. Sir sat and watched me go deep as possible, licking the silicon balls at the deepest point. At times He would push my head even deeper down on the dildo, telling me to look into my own eyes in the mirror and know I’m a faggot. It was gruelling, but i enjoyed satisfying Him in that way.

He instructed me to get off the shoe tray and kneel before Him, and asked if I would touch my clit again. “No, Sir,” I said through teary eyes and drool soaked lips. He had me do bitch position and places a foot on my face.

At his request, i repeated, “i won’t touch my clit again.”

Then, He allowed me to service His Cock with my throat, commanding the long, deep strokes He loves. I obliged happily best i could, drool running all over. Kind and rewarding as He is, He allowed me to swallow His Load. He came right at the back of my mouth, and told me to hold it in my mouth and say “Thank you” which i did. Then he gave me permission to swallow. As time was nearly up, i obeyed Sir’s command to clean up, clothes on, and leave. We conferred electronically from there, sharing thoughts and gratitude on the experience. I will definitely be going back for more, thank you, Master!

First of all, fag Owen is an excellent and expressive writer, which I love. But, more importantly, Owen has the correct mindset. A faggot’s outlook is directly tied to its success in general. A faggot’s life isn’t easy. A positive, humble, and respectful attitude will carry a true faggot through the tough times. Owen has that already.

But I also got to witness Master Louis in action as an owner, and I came away with an even deeper respect for him. He’s thoughtful and compassionate with his faggots, always seeking the training that will improve the faggot the most.

When an Alpha finds the right faggot, magic happens. Those ancient Hierarchical laws forged into the DNA of all males takes over, and fulfillment is the result.

I commend Master Louis and his new faggot Owen for finding that fulfillment, too!

This thread follows the incredible life of 26-year-old Apex Alpha Marco. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

Two days ago I received this message on Kik messenger:

Hey.

My fag messaged me and suggested I try and get you to write about us on your blog. I’ve read through it. I didn’t realize how big of a thing this was. I thought it was pretty uncommon tbh. But I guess it’s not.

But anyways. My fag mentioned he wants to see if you’d write about me. He thinks people should know about me.

He’s been good. So I thought I would try.

I always think it’s a good sign when a faggot pushes its Master to contact me (and then he does) for two reasons:

1. The faggot thinks so highly of its Master that it wants the world to know about him.

2. The faggot is allowed to have open, frank communication with its Master, indicating a quality Alpha.

But “quality Alpha” barely describes Apex Alpha Marco, the Apex Alpha I’ve come to know over the last few days.

Master Marco is a 26-year-old straight Alpha in Boston, Massachusetts. He’s been fucking faggots for about 10 years, but the casual, convenient fucks of the past have more recently morphed into full-blown Ownership of a married domestic faggot and a personal faggot named John (the fag who encouraged him to contact me).

I asked Master Marco to describe his first experience using a faggot in high school:

Some fag catfished me (before we knew what being catfished was).

He stole my number from his friend. Pretended he was a girl at my school (huge school with thousands of kids).

He told me to meet him at the theatre to make out. When I saw it was a guy. I started to walk away. He offered to suck me off. I was so horny I didn’t care. So then for a while I’d meet him and have me suck him off whenever I needed it. I was 16 years old.

That faggot serviced Master Marco through high school, but college saw him branch out more:

I had a few in college. But that was more because I thought it was ironic.

I ended up being a cheerleader. And guys always did that BS of making fun of us male cheerleaders.

You know that type of stuff. But what most of them didn’t know is I was fucking our basketball captain and soccer captain and baseball captain.

Like the three most popular guys on campus were getting on their knees and begging for my dick.

Nice! College was also where Master Marco first tried fucking fag pussy.

I want to say it was the baseball captain. It was either him or the soccer captain. I can’t remember.

But it was right after a big basketball game. We had been cheering for hours. I was disgusting from tumbling and throwing girls all day.

I went to the locker room and changed out if my uniform got in the ice bath. The basketball team was across the way and their captain was trying not to eye me down.

The other guy had come into the locker room to shoot the shit after the game. I stayed after the basketball players and fell asleep in the ice bath.

I woke up and it was just me and the baseball captain. I remember now. He was studying athletic training and said he’d lock up after me.

He came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders and my arms. He knew I had gotten hurt earlier that year and “wanted to make sure I was okay”.

I think this was my first time truly being worshipped and not just getting head.

He ended up coaxing me out of the ice bath and laid me on one of the tables to give me a massage. I fell asleep again.

I woke up to his mouth in my dick. He wasn’t my favorite at blowjobs. But he did the job. He covered my eyes with a towel and told me he wanted me to relax and focus on getting off. I wasn’t going to argue with that.

Before I knew it he was sitting on me and I could feel him sliding down my dick. Hearing this buff guy moan like a bitch as he tried to take my dick turned me on so hard that I fucked him until he cried. Then I made him wash off my body in the shower.

I saw him that night at the bar with his girlfriend and couldn’t stop laughing knowing I made him my bitch.

Since leaving college Master Marco has largely stuck to using faggots due to their convenience and complete servitude.

I didn’t really date anyone. I was too busy with school and being an athlete. Which is why I used those guys. But tbh. Now that I’m out of school. i don’t really date either. I’m much more interested in having guys do things for me than dating anyone.

Girls all want to get married and have kids and honestly. I could care less about that stuff right now. How could I not. I go to my job. Come home to one fag at my door ready to cook and clean and the other soon after to worship me.

But this year the pandemic changed everything about Master Marco’s mindset regarding his use of faggots.

When I first moved to Boston was after this whole pandemic hit the fan and fucked everything up. And all the girls on the dating apps weren’t doing the whole hookup thing without it being serious.

I knew that gay guys didn’t care. So I downloaded Grindr. Boom. He (John) came over and sucked me off. And then I couldn’t get him to leave me alone. The rest is history.

Master Marco owns two faggots; John, a cute Italian twink faggot used solely for sexual relief and worship, and “faggot” (Master Marco says he doesn’t know its name) a married slave that handles domestic chores only like cleaning and cooking, shopping, etc.

Neither faggot lives with Master Marco, but both come on command when he needs something. When I asked him if he had plans to expand his ownership of these faggots or add more to his stable, Master Marco said:

Maybe in the future. But for now. This is perfect. Especially in the pandemic. Sex whenever I want and turn down service to boot.

I wish I knew about this sooner. Grad school would’ve been way easier if I knew It could’ve been this easy.

Indeed!

That’s the funny thing about Men, particularly straight Men, when it comes to using faggots: they’re always underestimating the faggot need to serve. They always think there are limits to what they can do with faggots, when literally there are no limits.

But ownership of faggots this year has really deepened Master Marco’s understanding of his own Alphahood and Hierarchy in general.

Tbh. The whole Alpha fag thing started with one of my current ones. I always thought calling people fags was rude. And my parents raised me to be humble. So the whole alpha male thing was always weird to me.

But gay guys have always flocked to me. I was an athlete in high school. I played football. Basketball. Ran track and all that. I’ve always been taller and more attractive than other guys. But never really cared because I thought it would make me an asshole.

But with my main fag. He’s really taught me a lot about all of this.

He’s read a few of your stories with me and made me realize that I’m an alpha and that he’s a fag. And I’ve been missing out on being worshipped for years.

I didn’t truly believe it until I met my second fag. He literally threw himself at my feet and basically begged me to use him.

But I see now that Hierarchy is real.

As is typical with Apex Alphas, Master Marco’s appetite for domination is insatiable. So to that end he’s decided to begin owning faggots online to satisfy his need for worship.

Master Marco is joining findom Twitter to allow faggots to serve him from around the world.

His Twitter account is:

@BosAlphaMarco

I’m sure you’ll be hearing much more about Master Marco here on the site. In fact, we’re already discussing interview possibilities on the podcast, potentially featuring his faggot as well! So stay tuned!

In the meantime, kneel and submit to your new GOD:

This thread follows the thoughts and reflections of a 38-year-old Apex Alpha named Master Aresson as he sets out to rule the world. CLICK HERE to follow these posts in chronological order!

During the incredible run of this website I have been truly blessed to meet and get to know some of the greatest Apex Alphas on the planet. It overwhelms me sometimes. For a faggot, it’s as close to knowing God as I can ever hope.

Even with all of that treasured experience, I’ve never encountered an Apex Alpha like Master Daniel.

Out of nowhere Master Daniel sent me this picture:

Those are his size 13 feet. Then he said this:

Fags love big feet. I enjoy foot worship especially. I always select footfags. Licking my feet first is a must before any other part of my body may be worshipped. It’s a sign of respect!

Good introduction!

It quickly became obvious that Master Daniel understood his power over faggots as something genetic.

And I also think the smell of my feet primes the fags mind for further use. It’s like pheromones I’m sure. Gymfags can’t get enough of my sweat. I don’t own perfume or deodorant. My natural musk is much more masculine.

I discovered that Master Daniel is a 38-year-old Apex Alpha and bodybuilder from Belgium. He owns faggots all around Europe where he travels extensively for his business as well as his escorting services for wealthy fags.

Master Daniel was 14 years old when he used his first faggot.

I had fucked girls before. For I think a year. I was mature very early (at least my body). But I wasn’t satisfied with the girls. Constant complaining that I was too big or not careful enough … blah blah. Also… I remember I wanted to try anal because my buddies talked about it, they had seen porn… you know how it goes.

So back then our neighbours in Germany had kids same age as me. 2 girls and a boy. And I had already played with the elder girl, but she also refused to be fucked up the ass. So the brother who was older but small and shy must have overheard us because he snuck a note in the pocket of my pants. Just saying: “you can fuck my ass”

I was reluctant, I thought it was gay, but since he almost looked like a girl anyway I figured I’d try. Looking back he must have had experience. Because when I went to his room at some later time we had agreed on he was fully ready. I mean naked. Clean. Bitch position. Ass up. The whole thing. I fucked him. Dumped my load in him. And left. But it was fantastic. I remember how tight he felt. And no complaining. No asking for slower or careful. Just ass up face down and silent.

I fucked him about 10 times. Same procedure every time. But it was in the summer when we moved to Belgium. But it got me hooked on fagpussy over women pussies.

Even after 24 years of breeding faggots, Master Daniel still fucks plenty of females.

However I do regularly fuck females, The goal here being to impregnate them. As an alpha I must ensure that I procreate. A fag’s biggest fault is that they cannot carry alpha offspring.

TRUE!

Breeding is fundamental, and Master Daniel seems to grasp its importance Hierarchically. “I MUST pass on my superior gene set,” he insisted.

Again and again during our week-long conversation Master Daniel would disappear for long sessions of breeding. Then he would return with pictures of his latest triumph:

When I asked Master Daniel about this conquest, he said:

It was a gymfag that I picked up some weeks ago. I gave it my number back then. Suddenly now I got a message of it asking if I was available for worship.

But long story short I could see the mental confusion immediately. When it was licking my biceps it was comparing it to its own. When it was sucking me there was this confused look in its eyes, as if it felt it should not suck dick…

The confusion is due to the stigma of society. Well I think it was half way to understanding what it was so…. I helped it along.

It was reluctant to get fucked. So I started easy (Which is hard for me 😂). But well… let us say… it ended with almost an hour of full on plowing of its hole. Jackhammering without Mercy because I had to be sure to erase all those false beliefs.

See how Master Daniel views his ownership and breeding of faggots to be a teaching method, a way to assert Hierarchical order?

Master Daniel’s power is essentially limitless. He has been on a week-long trip through Spain for business, and he has faggots scheduled for breeding every day.

Spanish fags are very very submissive and have tight pussies. I always enjoy Spain. So have planned already a fag a day. But that’s not enough but I will pick up enough during the day. My balls are extra full already just thinking of it.

I have what I would call regulars. They may get fucked by others. They crave cock like every fag and I can’t leave the without for month.

But when I text them they have to be ready whenever I command. And they never fail to be ready. Clean shaved and on the floor.

Well it’s gonna be a fuck and cunt marathon, guaranteed. My current personal best is set at 27 loads in a day. I’ve been working to top (pun) that! It was an achievement worthy of a god.

The aggression of Master Daniel is boundless. I’ll relate this story that happened while we were texting during a recent gym session.

He was complaining about another Alpha in the gym at the time.

Ah. There is another alpha here. It’s clear he is. Still I feel this urge to fuck him.

I think I should first put him in his place as a sub alpha. He is nowhere as strong as me. I think it’s nature that wants me to correct the hierarchy. Also with covid I have gotten too little pussy. I want to stick my cock in everything that moves.

I asked him why he was so agitated by this Alpha.

It offends me that someone is in the room that could be seen as an possible equal to me. I am the king. He must submit.

No he doesn’t. I expect inferior alphas to look down when I am in their presence. Gotta go. I’m gonna take him to the toilet to teach him.

Then Master Daniel disappeared for quite a while. Finally, he returned.

That’s sorted. He is not going to be disrespectful ever again. Took him to the restrooms. Punched him in the gut so he fel to his knees. Pissed over him. Made him watch me jerk my cock, forced my cock in his throat and made him swallow my load. This will teach him and the taste of superior cum will put him in his place.

All hail the me the KING!

When I objected, he replied:

I cannot accept insubordination. What do you think how alphas determine their ranks? It’s nature. Just two males fighting for the place as leader of the pack 🤷‍♂️

Is that story real? I don’t know, but I kinda hope so!

Master Daniel has promised to come onto the podcast once he returns from his trip. I’m trembling already.

Speaking of the podcast, I read a quote from Master Daniel on it the other day about cunting. He had some very specific things to say about cunting and Hierarchy that I will craft into another post.

Hopefully you are enthralled by this literal human god as much as I am! Now kneel and kiss his godly feet!

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!

One of the more impressive aspects of Master Kyle’s makeup is his deep sense of personal responsibility. It’s why I labeled him an Apex Alpha almost immediately. It simply radiates from him.

That quality really became evident during the recent incident I chronicled involving Master Kyle preventing a young girl from being raped in an alley.

He took care of her that night. He kept seeing her when he could, taking her out and getting to know her. He resisted his own breeding instincts with her out of respect for her traumatic experience.

But yesterday, he decided that this girl was becoming someone very special to him. So he did the noble thing and broke up with his current girlfriend so he could devote all of his time to this new girl, Amber, and his three faggots.

The girlfriend was heartbroken and cried, of course, and Master Kyle Did what he could to console her. In a total Alpha move, he offered to keep fucking her. It remains to be seen if she takes him up on the offer. She will.

But don’t worry – Master Kyle isn’t giving up on his faggots. “They will always be mine,” he said confidently. He currently breeds each one once a week.

Then, at the end of the conversation, Master Kyle told me another bombshell:

The neighbor he purposely impregnated earlier this year called to tell him she’s having TWINS! One boy and one girl!

She’s seven months pregnant, so January 2021 will see the birth of Apex Alpha twins!

I was so amazed and overcome by the power of Master Kyle in the moment that I blurted out (like a nasty faggot) how much I want to taste his seed and that he should mail me a tube of it.

He didn’t exactly reject the idea!

So maybe next year I’ll be carrying Master Kyle’s baby too!

This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s hard to serve a straight Alpha. Eventually, they will fall in love with a girl and leave many parts of their past life behind. Friends that aren’t convenient, sporting activities that take up time, etc. Almost always the first things to go are the whores and, more specifically, their faggots.

I remember when my first Alpha (who was straight) fell in love with a girl. Suddenly there was no time to feed me anymore. The phone calls dried up. There were awkward glances between us when we’d see each other socially. I occasionally forced myself into his life; we had a couple of early morning screaming matches that always left me in tears. It was an ugly end to what was just the beginning of my new purpose.

And I was almost 19 years old! Imagine what poor little Michael experienced when his Master Bob did the same thing!

Here’s Michael’s story about the end:

After a few years of regular service to Alpha Bob He started dating a regular girlfriend.  In my experience, this had heretofore resulted in the end of previous arrangements with other Alphas.  One evening after dinner, which was always at 6:30 in our house, the phone rang.  Like most families in the days before personal cell phones, the youngest always scrambles to answer the phone out of sheer nosiness about who is calling and it was Bob.  He said He wanted to talk to me at His house.  When i arrived He seemed to be home alone and took me into His bedroom, which He also shared with His older brother Scott.  Scott had the same build as Bob, but Scott had black hair.  

Bob told me to sit on the side of His bed.  As usual, i had questions about what we were doing and Alpha Bob said, “Just sit and wait.  We can’t mess around yet because Scott is in the shower getting ready to go out.  After He leaves we can mess around.”  Then He left the room and went to the basement.  I heard the shower stop and about 3 minutes later a wet-haired Scott walked in with a towel wrapped around His narrow waist.  Nothing was said.  I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the dresser.  Scott stood with His back to me facing the dresser, reaching in a drawer and pulling out a pair of white briefs which He slowly placed on top of the dresser.  He seemed to hesitate and then turned around to face me while dropping the towel.

There i sat face to face with a very large Alpha cock staring me in the face.  Long, thick, cut, and with a dark bush of pubes around the base.  His balls hung loose and free in the warmth of His freshly scrubbed scrotum.  Scott just stood there and i just stared with my mouth slightly open.  All He said was, “Well?”  I knew what was to be done and leaned forward to suck yet another big teen cock.  His right hand settled on the top of my fag head and He guided my strokes until He nutted.  That fast He turned away and said, “Go downstairs.  Bob is waiting.”  I was up off the bed and out the door like a shot.  

When i found Bob sitting in the rumpus room in the basement He was sullen.  No tv was on.  He was just staring a bit flush.  He said, “Did you do it?”  I said, “Yes.”  He replied, “Ok.”  I was left to figure out what happened on my own, but to this day I believe older Alpha prevailed upon younger Alpha to share the fag and i also suspect there were some unpleasant exchanges over it.  Kind of like when a friend asks to borrow your car and you think that is a bit too much to ask, but get pressured to give in.  He seemed to feel ill used and put upon.  For the next two hours He fucked me all over that house.  He fucked me in His shared room with Scott, the living room, the garage, and once it was dark enough out He took me in the back yard and planted His seed under the stars.  It felt very much like He was reasserting ownership of His fag.  Interestingly, once seemed to have been enough for Scott.  He never asked for any other favors and acted normal if distant around me the few times we encountered each other after that.  

There were other instances of sharing as well.  One involved a pool match in His basement.  Master Bob told me to come over one summer mid-morning.  His house was empty of family.  When i knocked He let me in and told me to go downstairs.  As i got to the basement with Bob right behind me i saw another guy standing at the pool table with a cue in His hand.  

We were not introduced and i did not recognize Him.  He was older but had that look where He could have been 16 or 25.  He wore jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers.  Over the next hour or so i was used in the following ways:  Stripped naked and gave head to both of them, but they did not cum.  A pool cue was unscrewed and the blunt end was inserted in my pussy while i knelt on the table to the great mirth of the unknown Alpha.  The guy kept saying i can’t believe he lets you do this! Bob said, “he LIKES it!”  The “fun” culminated with them playing a game of pool to see who got to fuck me first.   I just remember wishing they would finish the game and get to it because the pool cue was not comfortable and i had to stand against a column with the threaded end of the cue wedged on the floor and not move.

While standing there Bob’s mom pulled into the driveway.  The race was on to get dressed and look natural before that woman made it from the driveway and into the house!  Since i was the only naked person at that moment i ran into the bathroom with my clothes and came out dressed.  The other Alpha had left and Bob just said, “Let’s finish the pool game.”  We did and then He told me to go home.  It was a long time before He called me again. 

More girlfriend, less fag.  We were at a point where His random calls for service were becoming less frequent and my need for Cock was growing stronger.  I needed dick and began approaching my friends to feel out their proclivities.  Which of my peers might be open to some fun.  I had two or three closer friends and i started with them.  Carl was a Catholic boy and attended a parochial school (St. Joseph’s) and Mark was a Methodist and he attended the same 5th grade class as me at Northside Elem School.  Carl was a swimmer, tanned and had blonde hair.  All summer long he smelled like chlorine…lol.  Mark was also fair-skinned but with brown wavy hair.  Carl was as much a horn dog as i was and we had great mutual fun.  Unfortunately, his family moved away a few months after we started playing around.  

Mark was the best friend i had mentioned in an earlier piece.  A few years after his original condemnation of my slut nature he was on the cusp of puberty.  We started the normal playing around trying to reach those dry orgasms together.  Then one day he asked me what i did with Bob. Considering we both had our pants down and were stroking each other’s boners i felt safe to tell him.  “You suck him?”  I said yes and he asked what that was like.  I told him i liked doing it a lot.  He looked slightly troubled by that information, but seemed to quickly recover.  He dropped back on his elbows and said, “Suck me then.”  This continued for several years and to his credit Mark stayed a fast friend continuing all the mutual hobbies together, vacations, church camps, etc until we graduated high school.  He did stop letting me blow him during times when he had a girlfriend.  

But Alpha Bob was not entirely out of the picture.  Our meetings were infrequent, but building in intensity as i think He grew more and more to realize His dominance and my fag nature. Each time He seemed to be testing the limits He could push me to. This may seem ridiculous and obvious to anyone reading this now, but i was experiencing it in real-time and without the benefit of hindsight.  The pool game was an example of this.  Other examples included increasing His verbal degradation of me during sex.  Forbidding me to wear underwear. Presenting me with a jock strap altered into a thong (it didn’t last long as He made it with regular cotton thread and it came apart), and making me blow Him for hours but not cumming.  My jaws were exhausted, my throat was raw and my knees were screaming by the time He fed me.  

By our last session He was not using lube to fuck me and was inserting objects in my pussy. One that comes to mind was a bundle of popsicle sticks (i don’t know how many) He put It in like a poorly designed butt plug and left them there while i sucked His cock.  They were inserted dry so they stayed in place.  When He thought He heard a car door He knelt on the sofa to look out the window.  False alarm, but our change of positions resulted in His butt being level with my face. The visual when He glanced back must have inspired Him. “Kiss my ass faggot”.  I kissed His right cheek and then His left. “No.  Kiss my ASS!”  You see where this was going. i definitely failed another test of manhood here when after some pleading for a reprieve that fell on deaf ears, i tasted His Alpha asshole.  He loved it and after a few licks so did i.  By this time i was about 12.  i could be described as a seasoned fag willing to do anything for an Alpha.  

Bob did some nice things for me over the years. First of course was allowing me to serve Him. But he also protected me. For example when i attended my first football practice in 7th grade He was on the HS team and showed up as a student athlete to help the Jr. High coaches.  All beginning athletes are worried about older kids picking on or hazing them.  The day before He saw me in our neighborhood and asked if i was worried. i acknowledged i was a little anxious. He told me to not worry, He would not let anyone mess with me.  Sure enough the first day there were bullies circulating those unattended moments looking for smaller boys to harass.  Just as they got to me Bob popped up and just said, “Leave him alone, he’s cool.”  The bullies moved on and i was spared.  

Bob eventually knocked up His girlfriend, got married and the last time i saw Him was in a food court at the mall wife and baby in tow.  We locked eyes, i looked away to respect His situation and left the area so He could relax. No one wants their fag around during family time.  Lol

What a bittersweet ending!

I was so impressed that Michael, handling all of this at an age much younger than I was, dealt with the loss of his first Master in such a matter-of-fact way.

Ultimately Michael went on to have a prolific career as a faggot for multiple Masters, and now enjoys his days in service to his King. So don’t weep for him, or even over his lost childhood. What he experienced has carried him through a joyful life!

This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!

So far in Michael’s story we have discovered how he was manipulated to reject many norms of “proper” conduct and accept his destiny as a faggot. This involved circumventing many important societal controls like parents, the family unit, the authorities, and even friendships.

But there was one huge hurdle remaining: religion.

It often takes years for a faggot to overcome religious guilt. The faggot follows its natural instinct to serve, but is then wracked with guilt over the implanted idea of an all-seeing god condemning them for what they cannot control. According to religion even the faggot’s thoughts are being watched by this god! It’s terrifying and difficult to uproot.

But young Alpha Bob had a unique and joyfully blasphemous way to deal with that existential crisis going on inside of Michael. Read:

I think maybe it would be good to share what my introduction to faggotry felt like in my head. For one thing it wasn’t easy or instantaneous. There were a lot of competing influences at the time.

My family was “progressive” for the times, but the times did not include any notion of “gay” acceptance and i lived in a small town in a rural area. We were suburbanites. My dad was an ex-marine, not fond of long hair, hippies, free love, rock and roll or fags. His progressive side embraced equal rights for people of color and women. That’s about the extent of it. He liked to tell colorful jokes and drank to medicate a long list of issues in his life. He believed in corporal punishment. His belt was feared by all of his children. My mom was self medicating with alcohol for all the same things my dad was.

My sisters were so much older than i that they where out of the house by the time i was 6. That left me with two jock brothers. You already know how that turned out. The fag baby brother was just an embarrassment once they were done using me as their “buddy”. This seemed logical to me internally. Being a fag was not acceptable and they were understandably concerned that if it got out it could affect their good standing. And so it was a well kept secret by everyone concerned. I guess it was a version of mutually assured destruction if the rents found out.

Like all secrets though, as more people were brought into the loop the less likely it remained a real secret. As time went on it became more of a tidbit of gossip shared within the hierarchy of kids and teens, but rarely with adults. What will become interesting is how many of the Alphas quietly decided to test the veracity of the information. More on that later.

So my fag brain was in a fog. I was strongly drawn to Alpha males and fascinated by dicks, balls, Men’s bodies in general and their dominance. I struggled with the social issues surrounding my newly discovered submission. The worst thing a kid could call you was a fag and i was that thing. My family attended church and i was indoctrinated into the Christian anti-gay theology of the time.

Each day and by that i mean almost every day after being cunted, i was faced with the “moral” struggle between being “good” and being a good fag. Being a good fag won each time, but also left me in a quandary of praying and trying to bargain with God to make me more like the other “guys”. More straight. No, that’s wrong, i prayed that God would make me straight without any qualification. This ebbed and flowed a lot throughout the summer of my 8th year and into the winter when i turned 9. At this point i had guzzled enough Alpha cum to populate a third world country. My close friends also were starting to ask me why i was always hanging out with Bob. My best friend even commented about how every time Bob showed up i just left with Him. He asked why and even asked if i was “fooling around” with Bob. When i confided i was he just said, “You shouldn’t do that. It’s bad.” Interestingly a few years later the same friend fucked my face every chance He got. Lol
I know this is getting long, but it brings us to this point.

Springtime is just a few weeks away and i have been sucking Alpha Bob’s big dick almost daily and loving it. Anal sex on the other hand has been less frequent by the co-necessities of time and privacy/clean up ability. One can blow your Master anywhere, but getting fucked comes with some grunting, mess and the need for minimal supplies. It also still caused me internal strife as i knew it made me a real fag and it still hurt (remember Alpha Bob had a pretty large cock and wasn’t prone to gentleness).

On this particular after school occasion my Owner was in my room (same place i lost my cherry) and as i was on my knees blowing Him He stated He wanted some pussy (another source of conflict as i felt my boyhood slipping away each time i cooperated with being feminized to amuse Him). I don’t know why but this time i said, “No”. A debate ensued with me invoking Jesus and stating flatly, “Jesus does not want us to do THAT”. Yep, fag actually said no to a Man. It was unwise and i truly am ashamed of my conduct, but there it was. Bob got oddly calm and said, “Let’s get dressed and go for a drive. I want to show you something”. I was on alert and feeling weird as i had apparently just won an argument for the first time with any Alpha! There had to be a catch.

A bit about Bob. He was not a good person by most definitions. He had started school a year late and failed a year to boot. His dad was a Teamster truck driver, His older brother worked on a loading dock my guess is Alpha Bob eventually also worked in the trucking industry, but that is speculative. At this point He was employed part time as the custodian of His Church. Saint Peter’s Lutheran Church allowed Him to keep keys to the building so He could clean, empty trash and polish floors on a flexible schedule.

He took me there. It was in our neighborhood and we could have walked, but He drove. Upon arrival i was all questions from the car to the door. What’s going on? Why are we here? He just said He had some stuff to do and i needed to be quiet. When He unlocked the main door we walked into an empty and dark church. The sun had not quite set yet and there was ambient light coming through the windows. It wasn’t an old gothic church, but 1960s vintage with stained glass windows in the sanctuary. The rest of the building resembled a school corridor with various classrooms and offices off it.
First thing He did was use His pocket knife to open the small wooden box on the wall labeled “For the Poor”. He emptied it of four dollars while i was horrified at His willingness to steal in a church and from the poor. He told me to shut up and i did. He offered me one of the dollars, which i flatly refused so that one went in His pocket too. I might have been a cum guzzling fag with a blown out fuck hole, but i was not a thief. He quickly went through the building and ensured no one was there. He got the buffer out and parked it in the hallway. Then He took me into the sanctuary.

It was a typical Lutheran sanctuary. Wooden pews, deep red carpet, a raised pulpit and four or five stairs leading up the altar. The focal point was the huge crucifix on the wall with a life sized Christ hanging from cross and lit with spotlights from the ceiling. I was feeling a mixture of bored (limited attention span) and creeped out in the dimly lit room with Jesus looking down.

Bob had been quickly moving through the pews picking up old bulletins and returning hymnals to the holders and He came up beside me. “Ya think Jesus doesn’t want us to fuck?” This line stated in a church sanctuary shocked me. I replied quietly, “No”. Bob simply said, “Let’s see.” He pushed on my shoulder and i sank to my knees. Good fag. My Alpha opened His 501s and presented His cock and said simply, “Do your job”. I did my job right in front of Jesus. I was a good fag, but i knew i was probably going to get struck by lightning (amusing to me now, but it seemed like a real possibility then). After a few minutes of oral He told me to get as much spit on His dick as possible. I knew what was coming at that point. He turned me to face the altar and pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. He had me kneel on the stairs and did me. Alpha Bob knew how to fuck and He took me fast and hard. The whole “service” was accompanied by grunts, groans, yelps and a final few grunts as He unloaded His seed in my pussy. While He was resting on my back, cock still inside me He said in my ear, “Jesus doesn’t care who fucks you. He knows what you are.”

It wasn’t poetic. It wasn’t romantic. It was a lesson.

As we left He asked me what i learned? I pondered it for a second and then said, “You can fuck me whenever you want.” Bob just smiled (He had nice teeth and silky strawberry blonde hair with blue eyes) and then said, “Fucken A!” For my part the angst was gone and so was most of the guilt. I still worried about being discovered, because those consequences were real, but all anxiety caused by religion was cured. I was a good fag.

Sam, i hope the setting doesn’t freak out the Alphas and fags. I also don’t want you to think this was some Satanic ritual it wasn’t. For me it was totally out of the blue and for Alpha Bob i am pretty sure He was just turned on by the idea of sitting in church every Sunday remembering how He knocked off some fag pussy in front of the altar.

In retrospect i am struck by two things. It was a brilliant way to counter my feeble attempt to enlist Jesus to get out of my duty. The second thing is i was, and still am, more struck that He would steal the money donated to feed the poor than i was by His fucking me in His church. Thieving from the poor is just wrong.

A powerful and creative way to remove the stranglehold of religion from a young faggot’s life! Once that ended, Michael was free to pursue what would become the central purpose of his life: serving Men as a true faggot.

I’m so grateful to my brother Michael for showing bravery in sharing this very personal and controversial story! It’s terrifying to put yourself out there where people might harshly judge you!

But honestly, Michael deserves praise. Circumstance allowed him to understand his purpose at a very young age, but instead of running from it, he overcame all hurdles and embraced it. And he became a stronger and more dedicated faggot because of it!

This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Every faggot remembers their first true Master. It’s the moment the faggot makes reality what was once just hot fetish role play. It’s a rather shocking life development, probably the most significant change a faggot will ever undergo. It’s a bit like jumping from a sauna into an ice-cold lake.

Now imagine you’re eight-years-old and handling it!

That’s exactly what happened to Michael the faggot 55 years ago!

I’ll let my eloquent brother tell it:

The older teen next door was Bob. Another true Alpha Male. I think my brothers clued Him in on my pussy status and that after two years of service to their cocks I had not told on them to anyone. I was safe and reliable.

So the April I turned 8 I was home alone right after school. I always had a 1 1/2 hour window of time after school when i was unattended. This day there was a knock on the front door. I answered it and it was Bob. I knew Him and He was always friendly. I thought He was there to see my brothers but they were both at sports practices. He said, ‘I am here to see you buddy.” My heart skipped a beat; buddy was a trigger word for my fag side to come out and play. Did Bob know this? He walked right in and I was really confused. Then He started up the stairs to my bedroom and plopped down on my bed. I had followed Him up there and now stood in the middle of the room looking at this 6’ tall lean muscled strawberry blonde Man on my bed. I also was staring at his very noticeable bulge.

He told me to sit on the bed with Him and scooted over to make room. I complied and he said, “I know you want to see my dick. Don’t deny it. I see you looking all the time!” That was probably true as I had become very interested in watching Men’s crotches. Then He said I will do you a favor and let you look at it, but you have to take it out of my pants yourself. After some debate I finally reached out and undid His belt and unbuttoned his 501 Jeans. He wore white briefs under the jeans and He told me to lift the waist band and pull everything down to His knees. When I did it revealed an 8” masterpiece of circumsized cock. It was rock hard, ramrod straight and surrounded by blonde pubic hair. I knew what to do. I asked if i could stroke it and He nodded His Alpha head. I started stroking it and clear pearls of goo started to form on his piss slit.

Bob told me that goo appeared because i was making Him feel good. He told me to taste it by touching my tongue to the head of his cock. It took some cajoling to get me to do it , but my 8 year old fag self leaned forward and licked hard from the underside of the head up and over the piss slit and down the back side getting a tongue full of the precum. It was good and i told Him so. He then demanded that I suck His cock. He used just the right tone to get my mouth moving on His big dick. Bob was very different than my two brothers. Bob told me what to do and I just knew to obey Him. I put His large cock head in my mouth and He immediately put His hand on my head and started controlling my movements….how deep, how fast. I gagged a lot. As time progressed He would train that gag reflex out of me, but for now each thrust in delivered a serious gag from me. Finally He took me into my bathroom and made me kneel at the commode. The blow job was started all over again with him face fucking me real hard, but the toilet was right there in case I puked. I did not, but His penis did. It shot cock snot straight into my unsuspecting mouth and filled my mouth with the musty salty flavor. I immediately rebelled and started to spit His sperm out into the toilet. Then He struck a blow, hard to the left side of my face with His strong hand. The slap knocked me to the floor along the side of the commode. He was livid that I had spat part of His load out. He dragged me up and got in my face. “Don’t you ever disrespect a Man like that faggot!” “From now on you swallow whatever Men put in your faggot mouth.” I have never violated that order to this day.

But Bob wasn’t satisfied with only using Michael’s mouth. He also wanted to take Michael’s virginity.

The second lesson would begin the following week. Weekdays were best as they insured a solid hour and a half of privacy. We had developed other locations over the weeks. His parents had a basement with a pool table and i blew Alpha Bob a lot in a corner of the basement that allowed enough reaction time if a parent or sibling came down. I was quite dedicated to my duties as cock sucker too.

I can’t recall exactly the day, but my sense is it was a Monday after school. Alpha Bob came over. Now he just walked in as the door was never locked and the veil of civility was no longer needed. He came in and went straight to my room where i was waiting. He reminded me we would be doing something new and he had brought a small jar of Vaseline with him. He put that on the table by the bed. He told me to strip naked and lay face down on the bed. He placed a pillow under my hips and tummy and he laid down beside me on the outside edge of the bed. He was also naked. I was curious but not alarmed. I was well past being frightened or timid. He was my owner and i had heard Him defend me to another kid who called me a name.

He was whispering in my ear that i needed to be a good boy for Him and do as he said. While this was going on he retrieved a gob of Vaseline on a couple of His fingers and began lubing my asshole. Now i had an idea of what was in play as my brother John had tried a number of times to gain entry to my butt. I started to express some concern but i was shushed and told to relax and let Him play. H did this for quite a while until He had worked two fingers in and was able to finger fuck me easily and the discomfort was manageable. He said, “You are ready.” He moved to a position on top of my back and said i should relax and “…let me in.”

I felt His dick head pushing and rubbing on my hole, but it seemed He would not be able to slip in. He whispered, “Push out like you are trying to poop.” I pushed and almost instantly His fat cock head breached my sphincter. The screech i emitted could probably have woken the dead (maybe it did!) and i shot out from under Him like a bolt of lightning. He looked shocked at first and then just rested on his elbow and watched as i ran around the room holding my no longer virgin ass. It realistically took about a minute for the ice pick sensation to die down and i had settled on the floor against the far wall. He waited a bit and then, “Did the pain go away yet?” I acknowledged it had and He simply said, “Come back then we have to finish what we started.” Any Alpha boy, any Real Boy, any victim would have told Him to fuck off and left the room or even told on Him. But a faggot in the presence of an Alpha does none of that. I simply got up and walked over to Him and crawled back onto the bed. His smile was radiant and i knew i made the right choice.

This time He put me face up, pillow under hips and mounted me in the traditional missionary position as i willingly spread my fag legs to allow Him access to what i knew He wanted. The fuck went much better on the second try. I pushed out and He slid in until the head of His beautiful cock was lodged in side my sphincter. He began sucking and biting my nipples which helped distract me from the log in my asshole. Then He gradually worked His entire 8” into me and fucked for about ten minutes until He came a huge load into my new cunt. When He pulled out it felt like His cock was still inside me. As my gaping hole started to close up i quickly settled down with a slightly stingy, achy feeling in my butt. He looked at it and said it was all fine, no blood and we could do it again whenever He wanted. He went to the bathroom (i presume to clean His cock off) and then returned to dress. He said, “From now on you should try to shit before I come over.” I stood and started to reach for my clothes, but Bob simply said, “Stay naked until I leave bitch.” So i stood there not knowing what to do and feeling His cum start to leak a little and run down the back of my right thigh. In a second He was dressed. On His way out He stopped in front of me took my face in His hands and said, “You are a pussy boy now.” I had questions, but He was out the door before i could even say a word. I had an identity…fag, cock sucker and now pussy boy. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and for not the last time gave birth to His jelly babies.

My life had changed forever and i knew it. I also knew it was going to be challenging and sexy and sometimes scary.

Yes, things were about to become quite challenging … like when young Master Bob introduced threesomes into their play.

Once i was popped and more orally skilled the content of our sessions varied usually based on time and location. The time part is obvious, the locations varied from my room, His house (basement or bedroom), the woods, His car, a tool shed and even a church. The significant next issue was being used by Him and a friend. In this case the “friend” was my middle brother. You might recall he had been trying to get in my butt over the past year or so prior to Alpha Bob taking over. I had resisted out of panic and a lack of understanding i think. Once popped though it is apparent Alpha Bob shared that tidbit with my brother and the following happened about two or three weeks after my initial cunting.

It was still Spring, warm outside but not yet hot. It was a weekend evening. Parents were “out” somewhere, oldest brother also out. I thought i was alone except for my middle brother, who i shared a bedroom with upstairs. He called out to me telling me to come see him. Fags are obedient and this was no exception. I went upstairs and opened the closed bedroom door.
He was not alone. He sat on his bed along one wall and Alpha Bob was sitting on mine. I stood in the doorway. Alpha Bob said, “Come here.” I was hesitant and He repeated, “Come here.” I asked what He wanted while glancing back and forth between the two. I of course did not know my brother knew about Bob. Alpha Bob said in a tone i had heard before, “Come here and suck my dick fag.” I said, but HE is here, nodding toward my brother. “I don’t care. You need to listen.” My brother chimed in, “Do it.”

Slowly i walked across the small room to Alpha Bob. “Kneel”. I did. “Take it out.” I did. He leaned back on His elbows and said, “Suck it.” I obeyed. If the fag hook had not been set firmly before this, these simple acts of obedience certainly erased any doubt. While i was working on my Owner’s cock there was some type of non-verbal communications going on between the Males in the room. Seconds after throating Bob’s cock He locked His hand behind my head. i could move some but could not come off the cock in my mouth. My brother approached from behind and yanked my shorts and briefs down. What followed was my first spit roast. It didn’t last long. Both Alphas came quick and Alpha Bob was gone. My brother left the room and i assume He was washing the Vaseline and pussy juice off.

To be clear, the sex did not bother me. I was used to sucking cock and being fucked. My Owner’s cock was at least an inch longer and just as thick as my brother’s so it fit. The loss of privacy and anonymity of it did though. I was coming to grips with being a fag, pussy boy but in these times it was a closely guarded thing to know about someone. I really liked sucking Alpha cock and looked forward to it. Butt fucking was still bothersome, but i did what was needed. Big Brother came back and sat on His bed and gave me a talk about never telling anyone what happened and how much trouble we would be in. I swear He seemed scared and more upset than i was. After that, He would ask me to blow Him once in awhile, but that faded away when He got a girlfriend. He never mentioned it again, but also never tried to stop me from serving Alpha Bob or anyone.

From an adult perspective, none of this is easy to read. Michael acknowledged this fact several times (almost apologetically, even), and has waffled about even telling this true story.

But from a Hierarchical perspective, this story is invaluable.

Why? Because Michael’s experience unequivocally demonstrates that Alphahood is something inborn in certain Men. It also shows how Hierarchical roles supersede sexuality or morality.

When Males of any age are grouped together for a period of time away from prying eyes, ANYTHING can happen. Novels like Lord of the Flies express this fact. So do our prison systems.

And so does the account of Michael the faggot.

But the story definitely doesn’t stop there. The next installment involves a training exercise so genius and diabolical that I’m not sure it would’ve been concocted by Men twice (or three times) the age Alpha Bob was at the time.

This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who discovered that his roommate Chin is a faggot and took ownership of the faggot’s life. CLICK HERE for all relevant posts in chronological order!

Much praise has been heaped upon Master Jin on this blog since I first met him in September of 2019. Back then he was just another straight Alpha living the life most college jocks do.

But then he was put in a dorm room with a faggot named Chin, and the rest seems inevitable when looking back on it. Jin took ownership of Chin, and they both learned how to fulfill their roles together, a sort of on-the-job training.

From there, Jin became a true Master of faggots despite being a straight Man. He enforced chastity, learned how to discipline, and truly came to value faggot ownership. His example led Masters Nick and Matt to own faggots as well, each following the path blazed by Master Jin.

I’ve called him many complimentary things; a visionary, a pioneer, a leader, a mentor.

But now let me add another: Master Jin is BRAVE.

I’m going to share this little incident from the other day. Master Jin recently started dating a girl he liked. But then he made a bold decision: he was going to tell her that he owns faggots.

Lots of straight Alphas use and own faggots, but they keep that on the DL (as we say in the streets) and away from the eyes of the females in their lives. In their mind, the admission of owning faggots is simply too personal and too scary.

But Master Jin is proud to own a faggot like Chin. He loves the service and attention Chin provides him. And he’s not ashamed to admit it.

So he sat the girlfriend down and told her that he owns and uses a faggot, and he will probably own more in the future.

The girlfriend predictably flipped out, upset and demanding that Master Jin stop messing with his faggot. In response, Master Jin said this:

I told her that it is not negotiable. Chin is always going to be my faggot.

Holy fuck!

Once again Master Jin is paving new paths for other Alphas to follow! This is EXACTLY the kind of example that will embolden other Alphas to be proud of their faggots and the worship they receive!

I thank Master Jin for never backing down and never fearing the opinions of others to the exclusion of what he wants in life!

This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I’ve had this true story for more than a week. First of all, it took some time and further discussion to further verify the story. But secondly – and most importantly – it was one of those stories that tend to make people uncomfortable.

This site has never shied away from disturbing experiences of questionable morality. It’s been my belief all along that these are really things that happen between males within the context of Hierarchy, so they deserve to be discussed and understood.

This particular story occurred in the early-to-mid sixties, beginning when budding faggot Michael (ugh, so many faggots named Michael!) was only six years old.

And it began with Michael serving his two Alpha brothers.

Again, this is far from the first time I’ve covered this type of thing between brothers so it’s clearly happening. I’m not sure exactly how to explain this phenomenon, other than to suggest that the Hierarchical roles override the incestuous aspects of it.

Given the size of this story, I’m splitting into at least two parts. And given that some of the people in the story have died since these events took place, I will use their real names.

Here’s Michael to set up the scene:

I was six. The youngest of six children. My two older brothers were David (6 years older than me) and John (4 years older). David zeroed in on my fag status first. He was 12 and horny and i was six and pliable. I would do anything for attention.

David invited me to sleep in his bedroom with him one night and kept saying, “We are buddies, right?” I would do anything to be His buddy. He was tall and handsome and already a stud athlete. I was already exhibiting fag traits. I had a sibilant “es” when i spoke, was more interested in the cheerleaders than the football game, chose colorful clothing and was a known tattle tale. I even had to be told to stop carrying my books like a fag when i started elementary school. So, you get the picture. Stud older brother, sissy younger one.

David had his own room because he was the oldest of us boys. It was winter and the house was cool so when we got into bed, being a fag, i slid over next to David for the body heat. The lights were out. The house was quiet. Both my parents were functional alcoholics so were normally sound asleep every night by 9pm. David started letting His hands roam all over me. I was wearing white briefs and a pajama top that was a hand-me-down from one of my brothers. The bottoms were no doubt long worn out and discarded. He said it would warm me up. When He pinched my nipples they stood up hard and He asked if that felt good. I was a little and didn’t answer right away so He repeated Himself a little more assertively. “That feels GOOD DOESN’T it?” He followed that with “Answer me.” I picked up on the tone and quickly said, Yes! He was pleased and whispered this is what buddies do and it is secret. If you tell a soul then we can’t be buddies. I swore i would not tell. His hands went down and He slowly slip my underwear down and started stroking my junk which was hard as a spike already.

This was the icebreaker. What He really wanted was my hands on Him. He told me to do everything to Him He had just done to me. I started but was too slow and He took both of my hands and directed them straight down to His big boy stiff cock. Once He had me stroking Him the correct way He lay back and just enjoyed being jacked off. Oddly, He never ejaculated in front of me. I am certain He did finish the job once i fell asleep. The next day He and John watched me closely. They were around me all day it seemed which was odd as they usually went out of their way to avoid me so they could do big boy stuff. Not this day though. One or the other popped up every time I was around my mom or dad. That night David asked if we were still buddies. I of course said we were. He said, you know if you tell anyone we won’t be. I recognized a veiled allegation when i heard it even at 6. You learn those nuisances quick when you have a large family. I insisted i had done nothing to jeopardize my new found buddy status!

Time for bed buddy. Second night He dispensed with the foreplay and told me to get under the covers and get friendly with His cock. I scurried under the blankets and found He had already lost His underwear. He told me to get between His legs and lay facing His dick. I was under there stroking His big cut cock for my buddy and He said, “Do you like him?” I answered i did like it and thought it was pretty. He said, “if you like it you should kiss it.” Smack….that kiss landed right on piss slit. He said do it again and this time stay longer and use your tongue to taste it buddy. Buddy was like a magic word! In no time He had my fag mouth slobbering all over His dick, sucking and kissing it and licking and kissing His balls. I got tired and fell asleep and he finished the job.

Next day I was surveiled once again and passed the test. That night my other brother said “Wanna be my buddy tonight?” Damn, word was out and the buddy sharks were circling me. This arrangement went on for two years until David was 14 and had a girlfriend. I cried when He told me i could not be His buddy anymore. By then i was used to a steady diet of dick meat and took orders very well indeed. My other brother John continued using me to jack him off and rubbing his huge cut cock up and down my ass crack always hoping for an opening to pop my cherry, but i never would allow it. Don’t judge me too badly. I know a good faggot jumps on a dick when told to, but I learned that lesson from my next owner.

I’ll stop there, because the story of Michael’s next owner – a young neighborhood Alpha named Bob – is much larger and more complex.

In all of these kinds of stories we see a fair amount of predatorial brainwashing. This was especially effective in the sixties, long before things like the internet opened people’s eyes to these situations. Little Michael was on his own and defenseless.

But notice – Michael doesn’t sound angry or regretful about the situation he endured. Why? Because, like me with my rape, Michael can see the Hierarchical truth behind what happened.

The next installment will cover Michael’s first true Master … at the age of eight. Stay tuned!

From the moment Master Matt locked up and claimed Michael as his first owned faggot, one thing was certain: Master Nick was going to eventually mount and breed it.

Why? Between Alphas, the sharing of faggot meat with Alpha brothers is a bonding experience. There are few things better for an Alpha to hear than his brother complimenting him on his faggot, because it’s not just a compliment on the faggot’s attractiveness, but also the Alpha’s power and control over his faggot.

For a faggot, there is no better way to serve an Alpha than to be the reason for such a compliment.

So last Saturday it was determined that, after their workout in the morning, Masters Nick and Matt would return to Matt’s condo for lunch and a threesome.

Alpha Life! Isn’t it amazing?!?

So Masters Nick and Matt arrived at the condo to see Michael kneeling at the door. The faggot appropriately kissed both pairs of feet.

Master Matt ordered Michael to change into something sexier, and Michael immediately went into the other room. The faggot returned wearing only a jock strap to cover its chastity cage.

Then Michael served these two hungry Kings the lunch it made: spaghetti and meatballs. Master Matt had Michael kneel next to the table quietly while the Men talked and ate.

But having this obedient faggot kneeling silently at the table really triggered Master Nick; his giant dick was growing larger by the minute. Michael saw it rising in Nick’s pants and knew what was coming.

Then Master Nick got up, grabbed the faggot, and dragged it into the bedroom. There he began fucking Michael for a quite a while.

Then Master Matt walked into the room sporting a giant erection of his own, and shoved it down the faggot’s throat.

The Alpha brothers double penetrated Michael for a while until Master Nick could no longer hold back. He began squirting massive streams of his superior cum into Michael’s pussy. The sight turned Master Matt on so much that he started pumping a load down Michael’s throat.

Simultaneous breedings!

After the Kings finished, Master Matt commanded Michael to get in the bitch position so Master Nick could take a look at Michael’s cum-filled pussy. Then Master Nick carefully inspected Michael’s chastity cage to make sure it was securely fastened around the faggot’s clit.

Then the Kings retired to the living room to drink some beers (served by the faggot, of course) and revel in their own glory.

When I was talking to Master Matt about the encounter afterward, he said this to me:

“Nick was very impressed with my training.”

Remember what I said at the outset about how the ownership of good faggots are a special blessing to Alphas because of how the faggot makes them look in the eyes of their brothers?

Master Matt loves owning Michael not just for the excellent service, but also for the respect he receives from his fellow Alphas like Master Nick!

Respect is everything to Men!

This is a thread about a faggot named Silas who has been enslaved by an older Alpha named Riley. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

The cunting of a faggot is a specific and very special act. It involves the application of a Man’s power to utterly transform a male into what we might call a THIRD GENDER.

A faggot exists outside of what we traditionally understand about gender. It is not male, not female. It doesn’t have autonomy. It exists as a valuable piece of property useful for the pleasure and satisfaction of its owner.

Cunting is the moment a Man forcefully transforms a sub male into a truly owned faggot. He lays claim to that faggot’s soul and life. In that moment the faggot loses its identity as a male forever.

That’s powerful!

Cunting is different for every faggot. Some pass out. Some convulse uncontrollably. Some become very emotional, as if a dam within them was suddenly punctured and waters of emotion burst forth.

I’ve written about my own cuntings, but my favorite depiction so far came from Sir Titus after he cunted his former faggot Cody (CLICK HERE).

But now comes the amazing description by the fag Silas about his recent cunting by his Alpha, Master Riley. Let’s get into it:

We were expecting a big blizzard up in Canada so Daddy Riley instructed me to pack a bag and that I would spend the weekend at his place. We would both be working from home this week as well so if the weather continued to be awful, he said I could stay at his place. Anyways, I packed a bag with enough clothes, underwear, my PrEP, toiletries, and he picked me up and we headed to his place. It was a fun weekend. We cuddled, watched movies, cooked together and each caught up on some reading. The weather truly sucked outside so cuddling and staying warm together over the weekend was absolutely wonderful.

Don’t get me wrong, though – there was plenty of sex and fucking. As you know, I am currently locked up in a black Holy Trainer Nub and recently, I gave my spare key to Daddy Riley. Initially, he had one key and I had one (in case of emergencies) and we only unlock once weekly for cleaning and shaving purposes. Now that he has both keys, I feel liberated in the sense that all temptation to unlock myself is removed. The thought does not even cross my mind anymore. Once a week, he unlocks my cage and cleans my clit thoroughly. Interestingly, it does not get stiff when he does this. It is basically now just an appendage that I pee out of and does not serve much of any other purpose. With Daddy’s permission, I am allowed to sneak a finger in the cage to soap it up and clean my clit throughout the week. With Q-tips and a blow dryer, I can ensure I maintain proper hygiene in addition to our once weekly cleaning sessions.

Anyways, I was telling Sam that on Sunday night, I had my first prostate orgasm while in chastity and he encouraged me to write about the experience. On Sunday night, I began to service Daddy’s cock. He was sitting in his chair (almost a throne) and I was kneeling before him on my knees. He was drinking some wine and watching TV while I serviced his cock. This involves worshipping his cock and his balls with deepthroating, gagging and begging for more.

I also love sniffing his groin, sucking his fingers and worshipping his size 13 feet. After about 30 minutes, he directed me to move to the bedroom and present my pussy. I bent down on the bed in the bitch position, presenting my pussy to him. He ate me out and the feeling of his beard on my pussy was amazing. I have begun shaving my pussy and my taint and find that area so sensitive especially when I feel his beard rubbing against that area. My clit, of course, began leaking. I leak a lot. He then proceeded to fuck me in different positions and deposited two loads up my pussy. We fucked in doggy then I rode him with him pumping me hard and thrusting up inside my pussy. He then flipped me over on to my back with a couple of pillows under my lower back. His cock has an upward curve so in this missionary position, his cock rubs against my prostate nicely. He continued to fuck me and I was a bitch in heat – moaning, whimpering and begging for more. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and took my left hand and brought it to my taint and told me to rub that area like a girl rubs her pussy. I used two fingers and applied pressure and rubbed that smooth area. My clit continued to drool and leak like a faucet. He continued to fuck me and told me he could feel my pulsating prostate. He continued to repeat the same motion over and over again while fucking me. I began to feel very warm and began to bliss out. Daddy later told me I had a very glazed look. I felt light and as if I were floating. I felt very warm. This warm sensation was in my pussy and spreading outwards to my fingers and toes. He bent my knees and folded my legs so the soles of my feet were against each other and he began sucking my toes while continuing to fuck me with the same motion, over and over and over again. He commented on my neon orange painted toe nails from my recent pedicure (Daddy is in charge of picking my toe nail color).

My clit was completely soft and of course, I was locked up in my Holy Trainer Nub. I told Daddy it felt like I was going to pee and he continued to fuck me, suck my toes, rub my feet and encouraged me, saying things like, “Cum like faggots are supposed to cum!”, “Cum for Daddy!” and “Keep rubbing your pussy like a girl!”. Then it happened. I felt like I was floating, my eyes began to water and I was tearing up. It felt like I was peeing but cum was oozing out of my clit, leaking down my balls. I was overwhelmed and began moaning and screaming. I don’t know if other faggots have encountered the same thing but when I feel precum (and now cum) ooze through my clit, I feel that inner sensation so much more now with my clit being in chastity. Daddy shoved his fingers in my mouth to soothe me then leaned down and kissed me, telling me “Good faggot!” and “That’s the only way you will cum from now on and only when I let you”. I was in heaven.

I slept like a fucking baby last night.

All of the classic “symptoms” of a true cunting are here; the sensation of floating, the warmth, the feeling of needing to pee, the overwhelming out-of-body experience.

Silas also had tears, which is similar to Cody (although not all faggots weep while being cunted). I do believe some faggots are so shaken by the experience that it unearths deeply buried emotions.

I’m so proud of Silas for his faith in the process of submitting himself to Master Riley to the point that this incredible moment could happen for him! I’m also grateful that he preserved it in writing so it might instruct and inspire other faggots!

This thread follows the true story of Master Ahmed, a straight 21-year-old Apex Alpha who has discovered faggot ownership. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

I love when a straight Alpha experiences faggot worship for the first time. I’ve been the first faggot for four or five straight Alphas, and the look on their face is always an electrifying mixture of wonder and confusion. They seem to come alive in a way that is rare in a Man’s life.

These days I have been mentoring straight Alphas in enslaving faggots online, so I’m not privy to see the wonder and joy and satisfaction they feel because of their discoveries. But I certainly can hear it in their words!

That is especially true with an expressive straight Alpha like Master Ahmed. After spending his young adulthood fucking many females, he’s suddenly discovered faggot service and he’s like the proverbial kid in a candy store.

While I was writing my first article about his new interest in fag worship, he had a wonderful experience that has probably changed his life.

Listen to his joy:

Hello fag, 

You fags are really awesome. You’ll never guess what happened yesterday… I was at a friend’s party (I’m 21 y.o.) and, at some point, I was chatting with some chicks. They all seemed quite astonished by me, by my assurance, by my knowledge, and by my… I don’t know how to put it…my “Arabic” virility. You in the US love black cock. In Europe, they love Arabic cock as well! You should try sam, you’ll get addicted haha. That’s when a random guy I already saw at a class (his name is Valentin, I guess) told me “Hey… Your glass is empty. May I refill it for you ?”. And indeed, I had finished a glass of wine, and my glass was empty. “Sure”, I answered, and he added “Thanks !!”, with what appeared to be a chuckle of admiration! My fag detector definitely turned on. Eventually, I ended up in the house of one of the previous girls giving her some good dick. However, when I checked my phone, I found something like ten messages (on Messenger) from Valentin. He wondered if we could see, and if he could be any help. “If you need anything, I am at your disposal”: that was his exact last message haha. I told him to be at my place (I gave him my address) at 6 p.m. exactly. He replied: “With pleasure ! Thank you so much !”. Listen sam, I easily detect it, when someone is subservient to me (in fact, it happens a lot, but I’m not always interested, or attentive), but this one…he wants to serve me. I know it. Or, to be more precise, I feel it. I hope to build a good personal faggot. I’ve got plenty of ideas to train him. 

How many damned times have I instructed faggots to offer to do simple, subservient acts to attract an Alpha’s attention? This faggot Valentin boldly offered itself to Master Ahmed while he was in the middle of talking with prospective females. While I generally recommend NOT doing that while an Alpha is hunting, in this case it gave Master Ahmed a sense of power in front of the female, and that excited him.

So he thought he’d give the faggot a chance to prove itself.

He knocked on the door at exactly 6 pm. Good sign. After small-talking for about an hour, I noticed he was repeatedly staring at my bulge. In fact, I made sure not to wear any boxers, so that he may admire my Masculine crotch. It was in fact quite awkward, sam. He seemed completely puzzled, and a little frightened. Yet I’m sure I was at first quite gentle, and friendly. I expected him to be more of a dog in heat. At some point, I mentioned the gym and he kind of…frantically remarked “Yes indeed, you’re strong, man. Loot at those pecs !”. I wish I could explain, sam, the feeling of superiority I feel when someone tells me how beautiful or clever I am. As if I was feeling my masculine hormones inhibiting any restraint. Even social restraint. “You want to see ?” I asked. I did not wait for the answer haha. I don’t remember what he answered at all! I removed my top and stood in front of him. He said nothing. That’s something I still don’t understand about fags, Sam. Why was he so shy? He’s meant to be a complete slut – as I was about to discover- but, at that moment, he was terrified. To be honest, I don’t care. But it’s quite surprising to see such a sub reluctant to admire Me. I stroked his hair carefully, bringing him slowly to my chest. He was not quite “smelling” me, but rather sniffing me. Definitely, he really looked like a dog! That’s when he began pissing me off. He (I almost want to say “It” !) brutally stopped, and said that he couldn’t do this… In fact, I think he was so humiliated he couldn’t assume his desires (and his nature). I told him that I was ok with it, but that he would have to give up meeting me. I remember quite well that I did not raise my voice, even if I was really annoyed. He stood and told me all sorts stupid shit “I can’t’, “Its not right” bla bla bla. I approached him, and as he was talking, I grabbed his head and stuck it to my armpit (It’s fun because I didn’t make any effort. He followed my move! ). It was stinking (but I guess that you fags love it to sniff stinking Alpha smells, am I wrong, sam ? ). I added: “You can still leave, boy”. He said nothing. I don’t have to tell you what follows. He worshipped me, licked my feet, and gave his bubble ass to me. I completely dicked him down haha ! I wish I could send you some pics of his hole full of cum but he’s quite shy, and he begged me not to take pics… But it was quite beautiful to see all this cum dripping from his fag ass. He’s very trained…but his sluttiness and submissiveness is clearly promising. I had to be quite straightforward. But it was necessary. I’m the King, as you said. I made him lick the cum dripping from his hole, and he THANKED me for that. 

However, I feel that he’s not ready to completely assume his nature as an obedient faggot. I’m thinking of ways to progressively introduce him to his true submissiveness. Any idea sam? I’m still a young Master, and I don’t think that I fully understand your mentality, you fags. 

Now, of course, Valentin isn’t Master Ahmed’s first faggot he’s ever fucked, but this is the first faggot that he’s trying to own. So you can see him like a child with a new toy on Christmas morning eagerly trying to figure out how it works.

There have been some new developments in the story of Master Ahmed and his faggot Valentin. I’ll save those for the next post.

But I hope you can appreciate the raw, unharnessed power in this burgeoning Alpha! It’s truly a privilege to get to see him ascend to heights greater than most other Men can or will ever know!

This thread follows the true story of Master Ahmed, a straight 21-year-old Apex Alpha who has discovered faggot ownership. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

There are plenty of straight Alphas who use and even own faggots. I know this personally because I have primarily served straight Alphas in my 23 years of service, and I’ve known other faggots who had similar success. And the overwhelming number of straight Alphas I have both covered and coached during the five years of this site testify that my early experiences were not only normal, but also increasing in frequency.

While this is a boon for faggots eager to serve Alphas, not all straight Alphas are the same. A good number of them are abusive, cruel, stupid, and hateful. They hurt faggots, use them destructively, and toss them away. There are few straight Alphas who truly earn the title of Master, a word that implies exceptional qualities and infinite control over not only faggots, but themselves.

On this site I have covered some of the greatest Apex Alpha Masters I’ve ever known. Master Nick, Sir Rob, Master Matt, Master Kyle, Master Dino, Master Jin, California Alpha, and on and on. These are straight Alpha Males who have come to own and cherish the faggots who serve them.

Add to that list a 21-year-old Arabian Alpha named Master Ahmed. He lives in Europe, where he has in a few short years come to understand his Alphahood and the need of faggots to serve him. In the process, he has discovered a need within him to own these faggots.

I’m going to open this with the first letter he sent me.

I’ve understood that I am an Alpha male since secondary school, when I discovered my passion for working out and for domination. In second grade, a guy of my age asked me repeatedly to lace my shoes or to carry my bags, in front of my girlfriend. I took several months to understand his way of thinking, until I found out he loved serving me, despite me being completely straight. And I loved it. Some of my friends told me to be mean and to ignore him. But I thought that this was not the right thing to do, that I deserved better, and that, somehow, someone exceptionally gifted like me (I always majored all classes, especially in maths, sciences and Arabic) had to help this guy to fulfill his function and his goals (for example, he loved worshipping my used boxers, and he was sooooo grateful for that!! He always fantasized about my cock, and I would let him sometimes drink my male juice). I don’t know how you theorize it, sam, (since I discovered your website only this morning) but I always preferred taking my responsibilities as someone important to all those beta males, to be somewhat “good” to them, and to let them serve me. To be honest, nothing teases me as to be served, and to feel my superiority on this kind of “scale”.

I instantly fell in love with Master Ahmed based on this email alone. Do you hear what I do in his words? His effortless understanding of Hierarchy … his basic compassion for lesser creatures … his appreciation for the adoration he receives from females and faggots. These qualities cannot be faked and are very rare in young Men.

In other words, Master Ahmed was not only born a superior Alpha Male, but he was also born an intrinsically good Alpha.

But that first message was just the surface. His next email floored me.

So let me tell you about me, sam. I’m sure you’ll find that interesting. 

I’m a master who loves being worshipped, as well for my physique as for my intellectual abilities. I’m sure you’ll understand; not only do I love being worshipped for my Alpha cock (I used to let my sub worship it and  lick my semen on the toilet floor…I’ll never forget this feeling of power…Damn, that’s so good.) but I also love to own a faggot’s minds, to let him be obsessed by me, and, in a way, to take care of him. 

That’s why I’d prefer today to have two or three faithful long-term fags to breed, to train and to use. I understand those Alphas who create Twitter/Instagram/Onlyfans accounts to be spoiled by anonymous subs, and, obviously, I would be a good cash master. However, I profoundly believe that this is not the true meaning of Domination : I obviously loved being spoiled (including financially) by my former fag, but I found it fitting for my Alpha rank only because it was part of a true Master-sub relationship. You probably understand better than I do the way fags think. What do you think, sam ? I believe, sam, that submissive fags are everywhere, willing to serve Superior Males like me. Indeed, unlike some other Alphas, I don’t think that the true goal of a sub is to be a cocksucker (even if it may be part of it) but to be a servant and to find happiness by being useful to Men like me, born to be served.

For example, last year, my sub got a girlfriend. This was quite pitiful, but I wanted to let him try, to see how things were going to progress. Eventually, as I was using him (to piss..haha) he begged me to fuck her… Do you believe it, sam? He was so desperate! The following day, he invited me to dinner with her…and, three hours later, he watched me fuck her in their apartment! He was so happy sam! For the first time, I accepted to let him cum. After all, he served me by offering me a new pussy to fuck, and I thought it would be a good reward to let him cum as he was sucking my feet. I think that you’ll agree with me about the decisiveness of the sub’s happiness in the relationship. Look at you sam, you answered my mail with so much enthusiasm… You are undoubtedly happy to talk to a Superior Male like me. And that’s the sign of a true sub, isn’t it, sam? 

You see…I want a powerful relationship with my subs…and I want to make sure to find the good ones. So here are my questions: how to make sure to find such dedicated fags? What channels should I use? Ideally, I’d like to communicate with them by mail to test their dedication, and their readiness to serve Master Ahmed and his Alpha cock. How should I proceed to find the good ones? Do you, sam, with your website, may help me to find some fags like that, ready to serve and spoil me, as I can no longer use my first fag? 

As you probably noticed, I have no fixed theory about an adequate Master-sub relation, all my ideas are…instinctive, I would say. I have developed them for several years, as I grew and I noticed everyone around me (women, guys…even teachers!) wanted me to use them. You’ll probably help me understand the way fags may serve me. 

There is a great amount of humility in the words of Master Ahmed even though he is completely correct about everything. “Instinctive” is such an important word here, because it’s not like he had any mentor guiding him, but his superior instincts led him correctly nonetheless.

I instantly thought of Masters Jin and Nick, two completely straight Alphas who, by instinct alone, learned how to become true owners of faggots. The guidebook of faggot ownership seems to be written in their genes.

I’m going to stop here and publish a “part two” two because he just had an amazing encounter with a faggot while he were emailing back and forth. You’ll love it. I’m also going to try and convince him to share the pic of his magnificent Alpha cock that he sent to me. We’ll see if I can convince him!

To all of the faggots reading this: if you think you can possibly serve Master Ahmed, I think you should leave a comment below! This Apex Alpha has room in his stable for faggots that can reflect the high standards he holds for himself.