This is the most difficult post I’ve ever tried to write. You know how you get that feeling like you need to vomit, but you try to push it down, breathe heavily, and attempt to keep it from happening? That’s the feeling I’ve had over the last week and a half as the following story developed right in front of my eyes.

Finally, I need to get it out of me.

I was contacted by a married, middle-aged father named Henry. His unnamed daughter had married an Alpha named Jake and they had some kids. But suddenly the relationship between Henry and his son-in-law changed, and Henry sought my advice.

I am simply going to present these emails in order, with brief commentary in-between.

Hi Sam,

I have just stumbled across your blog in hope that it could help me with my situation. I couldn’t guide find the answer there, so reaching out for any advice you can give…

Firstly, I don’t consider myself gay, let alone being a fag, but my situation isn’t far off, so really think I can find help in this space. A few years ago, my daughter married my son-in-law, Jake, who is a complete Adonis of a man and complete perfection. I even question how my daughter was able to bag him. As I mention, I’m not gay and never thought this way about a man before, but he’s a complete god… he gets the attention of even the straightest of men. 

Originally I always resisted my urge to be submissive toward him, but since my daughter had their first child, I’ve had a lot more reason to be at their house more, to help out with childcare, but always find myself helping out my son in law instead. This only escalated further when they had their second child last year. I go to their house 4 or 5 times a week pretty much to solely serve Jake who works from home, whilst my daughter looks after the children whilst on maternity leave. On days that I go over, Jake even writes a list of jobs for me to do and to be completely honest, I absolutely love it. I try to drop in calling him “Sir” when I pluck up the courage and once I said “you’re lunch is ready Sir” and he said “good boy”, which I found extremely hot. I cook for him, clean the house, do his laundry, ironing, wash his car weekly, mow his lawn, clean the toilet, get his drinks, whatever…

Anyway, my wife is going back to work next week and the children will go to nursery. I was devastated that I may no longer have a reason to go over to help out (and pretty much serve Jake all day), however I recently said to my daughter and Jake that “I guess you won’t need me over to help as much moving forward” and THANKFULLY Jake said that he could still do with me coming over 2 or 3 times a week to keep things in check. I can’t wait to be at home serving him alone and I’m looking for ways to serve him more and to be more submissive. I really need your help with two things: 1. How do I do more for Jake? I want to show him how submissive I am, I’d literally do anything for him, I fantasize about sucking him and licking his ass, but I don’t know if this could ever be reality, and how I’d even get there? What do you think?2. Can I continue being submissive, serving him and even more, without damaging the relationship with him and my daughter? I’m so desperate for him, but don’t want to make a strange situation with my daughter. What do you think?

Forgot to ask one more question… do you think Jake knows and understands that I’m submissive to him and that he’s superior to my inferiority? What do you think he’s making of all this? Sometimes I think he knows I’m pretty much his bitch, but other times, I think he thinks I’m just a really helpful father in law, helping out a young family. 

I, of course, told Henry to forget about his daughter’s concerns and pursue this. I also recommended that Henry start cleaning his shoes or kissing his feet.

Thank you so much for getting back to me and for your words of encouragement and advice. 

I have been fortunate enough to clean his shoes regularly, as this is often on my list of tasks when I go round. However I have never cleaned them on his feet, I don’t know how I’d go about getting that opportunity? I tried once before to put him in a position where I could massage his feet… I took Jake, my daughter and their sons on holiday to a lodge. One night my daughter went to bed early with the boys and Jake stayed up watching sport, I was obviously on hand to serve his drinks and snacks. He was spread out across the couch and I finally got the nerve to sit on the floor at the end of the couch where his feet were, hoping he might try and push me to massage his feet. After about 10 mins he got up to go to bed. I said “goodnight”, his ass was so close to my face and he let out a huge fart ( it was so hot, I sat silently in amazement – I really think he must have done it on purpose) then he just told me clear up and he went to bed. This has made me pretty nervous about trying to massage his feet again and the opportunity doesn’t arise too much. However, hopefully it will when I start serving him at home alone. 

Definitely going to make sure I thank him more often and telling him that I love being useful to him. 

I angrily chastised Henry for letting the foot opportunity slip away, and I told him the fart was absolutely intentional and a show of dominance.

Really?! What do you think I should have done in this situation, I really shouldn’t let my nerves get in the way, but I do and then I’m not sure how to progress the situation. 

Do I just bluntly ask if he would like a foot massage? I feel like he’d just tell me if he wanted one? Also would I just use my hands or mouth as well? I know I need to push things but just don’t know how?! 

Thanks sam, I’m so pleased to hear that you’re sure he knows I’m submissive to him. Like I said, I don’t see myself as a faggot, but honestly, if you want to call me his faggot, I don’t care! I’ll be whatever 😉

I told Henry he should’ve either asked if he could rub his feet, or simply reached out an started rubbing them, of course.

Then came a twist:

Ok thank you, I’m such an idiot. It was a great opportunity, I just get worried that he’ll think I’m being weird. 

On another note, thank you for the fantastic advice. When I arrive this morning, Jake walked me through my task list for the day and I said thank you and that I enjoy being of use to him. He didn’t say anything back, but gave me a very proud smile. I know he liked that! SO HAPPY!!

I think you’re right… he surely knows that I’m being submissive to him and I think he plays with me. Just this morning, I cleaned the toilet… he saw me coming out and then went in a took a huge dump. There’s two other toilets he could have used! He then called me to tell me that the toilet needs cleaning. Whilst I was scrubbing it clean, he came back in and said “oh you had already cleaned in here this morning” and I just told him that it was no problem and I love to help. I think he was impressed but just walked out. He really must know he’s got me wrapped around his little finger!

Need the next opportunity to massage his feet. Any more advice you have would be greatly appreciated! 

When I heard the story about what Master Jake did with the toilet, my ears perked up and my Spidey senses were on fire. It’s like when you get a really hard pull on your fishing line and you realize you’ve hooked something bigger than a bluegill. I realized we had just hooked ourselves MOBY DICK.

But I had to be careful with Henry. I didn’t want to rattle him. I simply kept him focused on submitting to his Alpha son-in-law.

I’m sorry to keep bothering you, I’m just so new to this and really need your advice and coaching. From yesterday, I really think I’ve made awesome progress and I want to continue, so any advice you gave give would be gratefully received! With all that went on yesterday, I was kept up all night with my heart pounding with thrill and excitement, constantly think over the three things below, which I’d love to get your thoughts on…

1. Is there any possible way that I can get myself into a position to massage his feet without just blunting asking him to? He sits at his desk pretty much all day, I don’t know if I could get reason to go under his desk and then “whilst I’m there” just start massaging his feet. Just don’t know how to do this without it seeming forced?!

2. When I was leaving last night, we were all in the kitchen saying our goodbyes and I asked Jake what days he wanted me over next week (it had previously been mentioned about coming just a few days a week when my daughter and grandkids are back to work / nursery). Jake said why don’t I just come everyday as he’s always got jobs that need doing and it’ll be handy to have me sort his breakfast, lunch, drinks etc. My daughter then said “Jake, he’s not your slave, just come Mon/Wed/Fri or Tues/Thurs”. I love my daughter but I was pee’d off that she stepped in and interfered on something that is totally between Jake and I. I wanted to say that it was fine to come all days but I didn’t want to make it seem to everyone that I was this puppy who was pretty much saying “no, I am his slave”, but that’s totally what I was feeling. Instead I said I’d be over Mon/Wed/Fri, but I really want to bring this up again today and make sure I get the five days, just don’t know how to do it and to stop my daughter interfering?

3. Ok, I’m pretty embarrassed to even say this one, but this one had me up all night with my heart racing! It’s such a strange, weird and new feeling that I’ve never had or even considered before… but essentially, I was cleaning the toilet yesterday after Jake used it. He didn’t flush, which has happened once or twice before, but yesterday, I had a sudden urge to eat what he had emptied into the toilet bowl. I DID NOT DO IT! But I don’t know what this sudden urge was and part of me was kept up all night calling myself an idiot for not taking the opportunity to taste it and to make sure I do it at the next chance… whilst the other part of me is completely disgusted by myself! It’s filthy and unhygienic, and not even sexual… why do I want to eat my son in laws shit?! It’s mental! I don’t know what’s become of me, I want to kill this thought and never think of it again! Have you ever heard of this before?! Please don’t judge and give any advice you can…

This one threw even me! I seriously don’t get surprised much anymore, but I wasn’t expecting this reaction from Henry. Remember, before Jake came into his life he was a straight male, and now here he is considering the idea of eating an Alpha’s shit!

I didn’t recommend that he eat Master Jake’s shit, but I did explain that the URGE to do so is quite natural with subs when confronted or controlled by extremely Alpha Males, Apex Alphas.

As always, this is so helpful, I really do appreciate your guidance and coaching. This is all extremely new to me and feeling things I haven’t felt before and trying to behave in a way I haven’t before! 
Ok great, perhaps I will leave it a bit longer before asking him to massage his feet as may be better for the opportunity to present itself more naturally. I also would be extremely nervous to ask in case of rejection. 

I’ll definitely look for time alone with him today to ask him if I could come 5 days a week. Funnily enough, when he took me through today’s chores this morning, he joked that he didn’t know how I’m going to get through all my work in just a few days next week. I’m sure he wants me serving him more. 
Thirdly, thank you so much for the advice and for being non-judgemental… I am very conflicted with this issue, don’t know what to do and why I’m having this urge. It’s so interesting that you think he could have done this on purpose to put me in this position! Does that mean he wants me to eat his shit? If so, of course I’ll do it in a heartbeat! But really don’t what is happening here! He tends to go to toilet after lunch, so may happen again this afternoon… if he leaves it for me again, does that mean he’s looking for me to eat it? Should I? I don’t want to disappoint and obviously this could be a great way of showing my inferiority?

Thanks again and if you can advise any more, this would be so helpful. Especially if the situation is going to repeat again this afternoon. 

Lucky to have you brother. 

I reassured him.

Awesome, glad we’re on the same page and SO PLEASED that this was hopefully a show of his dominance and part of him “breaking me” I guess. 

I came over this morning so prepared to be as courageous as possible, and was going to pluck the courage to ask Him whether he had owned slave before and ask if I could massage his feet, as you previously suggested. But was really thrown when I arrived…

He told me yesterday that he wanted McDonalds breakfast this morning but with Starbucks coffee and pastries from the bakery, so I left nice and early to drive all around to pick up these bits, but must have been quicker than I thought as got to their place about 15 mins early. When I arrived, my daughter was on the driveway but with my twin sons too. My heart was racing as I was sure they were going to confront me about my recent behavior and to address what’s going on. Fortunately, I had a nice reception, I hadn’t seen my sons for a couple of months and they were pleased to see me. I suggested we all go in and have a coffee together (as we’re not together all that often) but my boys said they had to leave and my daughter told me that Jake was up in bed still and that I was sent up as soon as I got there. With that I sped up to his room with the bags of food and drink and told him “reporting for service, sir” which I think he liked. 

Now this was the first time I’ve been given the pleasure of greeting my Master in his bed and my god, he is a complete Adonis. I couldn’t keep my eyes of him, I can’t even remember if I drooled a bit. He is simply a god. He’s just so big in all ways, I think his biceps are twice the size of my thighs! He was wearing some y fronts which really showed him off and I couldn’t stop staring (I thought I’d done all his laundry but never seen y front before, I’m usually cleaning trunks). Whilst he ate, we went through my duties for the day. I also asked why my twin boys had come over, and he reminded me that they’d come over to watch the football last night together and since they’d had a few drinks, they stayed over – phew, what a relief! I apologized as he had actually mentioned this yesterday or the day before. 

He ate all of his breakfast himself, but thankfully there was a bit of bacon fat that took his dislike and there was a beautiful moment where he picked this out of his mouth and held it out to me. Eating from the hand of my Master was such a gift. I’m so pleased this sort of thing becomes a standard, it makes me feel like I’m really His. 

Anyway, he then had to get up and he went into the en suite. My jaw dropped and I didn’t take my eyes off him. I then stripped his bedsheets and started tidying the room, when he opened to en suite, poked his head out and threw those gorgeous y fronts at me to be cleaned. It was a gift from heaven. But leaves me with a dilemma, I just want to keep and treasure these for always, but the father-in-law in me tells me I’m here to do a job and I should stick to that and only do things that I’m told. It’s like I’ve got an animal in me who just wants to eat his shit, steal his dirty underwear, etc. But then the father-in-law in me telling me that He is my son in law and I’m here to just simply follow his instructions. I’m very much forcing and controlling myself to be the father-in-law but and know if I can keep that animal inside and what will happen if I keep just bottling it up. It’s so hard!

Of course, underwear snatching and scat are well known fetishes for experienced faggots, but for Henry this was like stepping onto Mars. I calmed him down. Anyway, I was more interested in the food-feeding, which is a highly unusual thing.

I know… I completely missed the opportunity and it was because I was so on edge about the situation with the twins being here too. I really thought I was going to be confronted and it completely went off my mind to ask to massage his feet and ask about previous slaves! 

I have taken the underwear out to my car and hidden it away but I kept thinking he is going to question where they’ve gone or realize what I’ve done… it’s very nerve-racking! I’m just about to serve lunch and keep questioning whether I unleash my inner animal and feast on his logs as I so desire, or whether I let the father-in-law take over as normal. From what you say below, it seems that it’s normal to have these feelings and cravings and that I just be brave and take the opportunity when it presents itself. What do you think?! 

The way I’m feeling at the moment, I’m going to dive right in today! I don’t know! 

While I was encouraging him to be brave, I received this:

I DID IT! I am in complete euphoria and ecstasy and finally feel like I’ve been released. THANK YOU for your words of encouragement below, I couldn’t have done without you. Also this was largely more doable as it’s just Master and I in the house… hopefully it shows I can do it in this situation so next week is going to the start of something brilliant!

I served my Master a couple of burgers for lunch today and dutifully cleared up whilst he ate. He left a few unwanted bits of food on the plate which he said I could have but I politely declined and cleared up as Master continued his routine of retiring to the toilet. A good 30 min later Master told me that “it’s ready for you now”. As is becoming the norm now, he hadn’t flushed and I was presented with the most incredible and wonderful meal. After clearing out the toilet paper, I promised myself to devour the content. Two huge logs and accompaniments… I still can’t believe how majestic and heavy each log was, it took me about 15 mins to devour each one, but my god, it was amazing. The greatest moment of my life. 

I know I was in there for an awkwardly long amount of time. But the more concerning after thought was that of course I have no toothbrush or anything to clean my mouth. I scraped my tongue with my teeth over and over, but my mouth is still looking a bit brown. I’m pretty sure I’ve got all the shit out of my teeth, but I just feel like I stink of shit and can taste it in my breath. Petrified He’s going to find out, so although I promised myself to also ask to massage his feet this afternoon, I’m not going ahead with this. I think I need to keep out of his way so he can’t see or smell it on me! There’s always tomorrow.

Without your words of wisdom below, I could never have done this. THANK YOU for the words of encouragement and for telling me to be bold and brave. Hopefully, no more sleepless nights constantly thinking over what I should or shouldn’t do! 

Just for the record, I never encouraged him to eat Master Jake’s shit.

I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that email in abject shock. Ultimately, I was so touched by Henry’s sense of wonder and joy over this event that I could do nothing except congratulate him.

Now I began pressing Henry to really push Master Jake about any ownership of faggots in the past. I was fairly certain Master Jake had owned faggots at some point, because many of these behaviors are atypical for Men who have never owned or used faggots before.

THANK YOU! Again for all the help you’ve given me in getting me to this point. I’m seriously the happiest I’ve ever been. Yesterday was the BEST day of my LIFE! I pretty much had His y fronts plastered to my face from when I got home to when I woke this morning. OMG … the smell, it’s so addictive, how is that possible?! And the best part is that I could taste his shit all night, if I burped, the flavor was even more intense and beautiful. How can a Man’s shit taste so good? Honestly would say it’s the best thing I’ve taste, so rich and intense. And my god was it filling… I was so bloated all of yesterday afternoon and evening, I haven’t eaten dinner or breakfast. Was so comforting to know I have a bit of my Master in me and awesome to know that his waste is energizing me today. I am blessed.

I was in such euphoria yesterday, I didn’t even update you on the afternoon events… I know you’re going to be impressed…

So, my aim was to stay out of his way yesterday afternoon… I was pretty sure I stunk of shit, but anyway, Jake had other plans… mid-afternoon, He said he needed to cut loose and told me to drive him to the gym. His smell when he got back in the car was incredible. Anyway, on the way home, he said it was a great session but he needed to kick back when we got home. Then I SAID IT! I said if he wants to kick back with a beer, I’m good to rub his feet. He said “you’re on” and the rest is history. It was so natural and not forced, really beautiful. He watched some shows and did not really pay much attention to me, but for that time, his feet were MY WORLD. 

It must have been 45 mins or an hour and then my daughter got home with the kids. I backed off and he told me “stay”. When she came in, I was on my knees at the end of the coffee table with his feet facing me… I was a rabbit in the headlight, but she didn’t make it awkward or difficult or anything, which I really appreciated. He asked about her day, she about his, kids came in running about and he just gently kicked me with his foot which I took as a signal to continue. It felt so normal and easygoing. When the conversation was over, it was time for their family dinner and I was long outstayed my normal welcome. He said “get off my feet now” and went off for dinner and I headed home for an amazing evening replaying the events of the day! 

I am mildly concerned he would’ve picked up on the fact I stunk of his ass and shit… we were in a car together! YIKES. I only realized when I got home, how intense I must’ve smelt. But honestly don’t think it’s anything to worry about at this stage! I’m the happiest man in the world! 

I was so very proud of my new brother’s development! Still, I kept pressing Henry to ask about the use of faggots, and that he should specifically use the term “faggot.”

Thank you, I’m super proud of myself too. I never knew I could be this happy and that I could serve such an incredible Apex Alpha. It’s made me feel so much more confident and strong!

Thank you for the new assignments, I didn’t receive them before I arrived this morning, so missed out on the first opportunity. YES THAT’S RIGHT, I massage His feet again… and MORE! My daughter answered the door this morning and sent me straight up to Master with His breakfast and coffee. He was in bed again and told me to massage his feet whilst he ate and took me through today’s jobs. My grandkids came in too, which was really lovely as allowed to be open and talk honestly. Jake and my daughter had clearly had a chat with them as they came in to tell me that “you work for my daddy”, “daddy is your boss”, “you have to do as daddy tells you”… and I was able to openly tell them that was right. I feel free that this is all open and normal. My daughter seems very cool too 🙂

When he had enough of his foot massage, he said that before I start my work today, he need help with grooming. I couldn’t have dreamed this amazing opportunity, but I was task with razor shaving his ass crack. I was so desperate to get a glance of cock, but he kept well covered at the front as he leant on the window sill and I shaved his ass. He really does have the most beautiful ass, so muscular. It smelt amazing and was so incredible to be in there. He let out a couple of fart, which was such a cool experience and then he asked me “do you want to eat lunch after me again today?”. I was a bit shocked and panicky and said “I don’t know”. What do you think he meant, do you think he knows? 

Anyway he went off to shower and he’s been in meetings all morning. I’m serving up a late lunch shortly. But don’t know if I should feast again after his lunch again today. I bought a toothbrush again in case. I don’t know, what would you do? I’m addicted and so desperate to have that flavour perhaps all over the weekend! 

I’m wondering if I work on the tasks you set below this afternoon? But is it a bit desperate to ask to massage his feet again in the same day? I think I’ll ask about owning other servants or something… as he might think I’m calling myself a faggot. Would it need to be faggot?

I think I fell off my chair when I read this. Master Jake had Henry – his FATHER-IN-LAW, remember – shave his ass crack for him?!?!?

I was completely apoplectic and now in desperate need of clarification. Now I was really hammering away at Henry to be really bold with Master Jake and ask some critical questions because I was sure something what going on.

And then, the hammer dropped:

I’ve left early today and with mixed emotions, your perspective is always greatly helpful and appreciated…

The GOOD news, another full toilet bowel, another full stomach (a bit too full- honestly don’t know how that boy packs that away in him, just one shit fills me up for the day). Oh and by the way… he clearly knows I’ve been eating his shit, as when he came out of the toilet today, I was still clearing up the kitchen and he said “yours is ready now”… I think it sounds like he knows? 

Anyway, my daughter tells me that Jake needs another foot massage! GREAT NEWS! I dash upstairs as quick as possible as Jake is sat upright on the bed with headset on as he’s on a teleconference. He looks at me and nods to his feet so I kneel straight down, take off his shoes and socks and go to town. Every now and then he taps his foot on my arm to tell me to change foot and then I start licking one foot whilst rubbing the other… he didn’t complain! Lucky me! I lick between all of his toes, which was tasty, but my favorite was scraping the hard skin on his heels with my teeth as I could really taste it. 

Then I said it… “have you ever owned any faggots sir?”. He asked, “so you’re a faggot” and I said I don’t know (I didn’t know what to say as I thought I was beta but know you said I best say faggot). Then comes the bombshell…the BAD news… I don’t know how this is possible and am trying to believe it’s not true… but he tells me that yes he has owned faggots, for over 10 years! My twin sons! To be fair they were friends from their teenage years and were the ones who introduced Him to my daughter. He said that he has owned them since they were 16 … but I knew they had girlfriends and things until they were in their 20s?! Apparently, they come round occasionally to serve him and on game nights, he always gets them round like this week. They apparently each have a dedicated foot that they worship. My daughter has always known that he owned them even before they were together so that’s the norm for them and actually why they stayed over the other day so they could explain to her in the morning, that she needs to allow me to be owned by Jake too. They explained that no one is trying to steal Jake, but because they work and I’m retired, it’s best to get me onboard as more of a 24/7 slave. He said it’s always been his master plan to “complete the set” and “own the whole family”. 

Honestly it made me feel a bit sick to think that he has done this to our whole family. As he was speaking, I told him I was finished and had to go, but he said I needed to scrap his other heel with my teeth. After doing that, he said he’ll see me Monday and I said sure. But honestly thinking no way that is happening now.

I feel so cheap and used and that he’s destroyed my whole family and my twin sons’ futures. It’s like he’s got us all under the thumb. That said I’m full to the brim with his shit, I can taste his ass, shit, feet in my mouth (which is still an incredible flavor) and feel totally succumbed to Him.

I admire him but just think it’s sadistic and gone too far to do this to an entire family.

Any words of support or advice would be greatly appreciated. I know I’ve probably got to end this…

In all of my travels in the world of BDSM, my service to very powerful Apex Alphas, or even running this gigantic website with all of the bizarre true stories I’ve covered over the years, I’ve never even imagined something like this ever happening.

I could hear the devastation in Henry’s words, the shame and humiliation he was feeling as he contemplated how thoroughly this one Apex Alpha god has consumed and taken ownership of his entire family. I felt sorry for my new brother.

Then, like a good faggot, the reality settled in and Henry began to accept the truth.

I’m feeling SO much better about the situation and have found resolve. 

Jake sent the twins over to talk to me this afternoon. They made me realize how stupid I’m being… my family is owned, I have no power over any of this anymore, so there is no choice to be made. My sons have been owned for 12 or more years, he’s my daughter’s husband and father of my beautiful grandchildren. They explained that I can’t crumble his empire now and they’re certainly not leaving it. They said he has worked so hard to acquire us all and it would be wrong of me to not submit and obey at this point, now that he has truly conquered the whole family. I think they’re right. Who am I to step in his way…

This way we stay as one family in the stable of a rightful and impressive owner snd master. My kids all think their mother would be extremely proud of the solidarity we’re showing and so happy that we’ll remain so close. I think this is rather beautiful, it’s going to be great to work side by side with my family and for a common purpose to serve the same. 

I’m really happy with how discussions went today snd have such a clear mind. I sent a message back with them that I’m so so happy to be owned by him and really cannot wait to continue my service on Monday. Hope he forgives this silliness!

I’m sure you’ll agree this is the right way forward … 

Honestly, I don’t really know how to feel about it all. I’m glad that my brother has found peace within this new arrangement and the resolve to make it work for the sake of his family. And frankly, Master Jake seems to be almost omnipotent in his ability to own and control lesser humans, so they will likely be cared for well and protected.

All I know is that this is probably the most extreme example of the power of Hierarchy I could ever imagine, let alone experience and describe.

I am working on Henry to introduce me to Master Jake (who doesn’t know of my existence in this tale as far as I know). We’ll see how that goes.

I just really had to stop and get this story out in the open. It was rapidly becoming so huge that I couldn’t carry it anymore.

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.

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!

In the sexual life of a Man, there are many momentous events. The first masturbation episode, the first orgasm, the first blowjob, the first fuck. The greatest, of course, is impregnating a female and creating life. But somewhere near that peak achievement is the act of cunting a sub male.

Why do I place it so high? Because cunting involves a Man using his dick to absolutely take away the last vestiges of a faggot’s “maleness” and giving it a full-fledged pussy through the sheer power of his fuck. That ability to completely transform another male into a grateful slave through a sex act is pure power unlike any other expression of power in a Man’s life.

So congratulations are in order to Master Matt, who achieved that last night when he cunted his faggot Michael!

Master Nick and I knew all week that Master Matt was planning to cunt Michael this weekend, and we were both in the background talking about what we should encourage or discourage as the moment approached. We were both very excited to witness Master Matt take that last step to complete ownership of his faggot.

Frankly, I think Master Nick was more excited than I was! Friday night Master Nick’s sex drive was raging (I think because of Master Matt’s impending moment) so he went through the house and cunted all four of his faggots! It was a monumental fuck, too. At one point halfway through it little Alex contacted me to tell me what was happening, and he described it like Zeus had just come down from Mount Olympus to rape four faggots. Master Nick has this post-fuck habit of walking around the house naked with his massive, hard dick swaying back and forth while the other faggots cower with a mixture of fear and excitement. Master Nick can be a Beast with the best of them!

Anyway, I’m getting distracted. So little Michael gets a text from Master Matt Saturday morning instructing him to be ready when he gets home. So Michael flew into action, cleaning himself thoroughly and putting on Master’s favorite pair of panties.

Master Matt walked through the door carrying flowers (“faggots love that shit” he said). Michael was there kneeling at the doorway. Michael began worshiping Master Matt’s feet (which he loves) while Master began to get undressed.

Then Master Matt took his faggot into the bedroom. There, he had Michael start sucking his dick while he fingered Michael’s hole. Michael said he could taste his Master’s pre-cum, and it got him so excited that he began leaking cum from his cage.

Master Matt then got up. “Show me that pussy, boy,” he said, and Michael immediately got himself in “the bitch position,” ass high in the air. This really turned Master Matt on. “Let me tell you,” said Master Matt, “when he gets on the bed and puts his pussy up in the air it looks so fucking hot.”

So Master Matt mounted his faggot from behind, slowly entering his hole. Soon Master Matt was pounding away on Michael. He flipped the faggot around in a couple of different positions before finally settling on missionary (otherwise known as the cunting position) after about an hour of continuous fucking.

And then it happened. “I could feel something happening inside me,” said Michael, “a shock wave of pleasure going through my whole body.” Then Michael mentioned a phenomenon that is less understood. “My pussy started to fuck masters cock on its own.” This convulsion – part of the “cunting orgasm” we experience – can be a little jarring the first time it happens because it’s so outside of our typical experience as males.

Then, according to Michael, Master Matt shot the biggest load yet “deep inside” his brand new pussy! “It was like nothing I have ever had before,” said the ravished faggot afterward.

After the cunting was done, Michael was like a brand new faggot. “I can see why we are caged now … I love my cage,” marveled Michael, suddenly seeing the wisdom behind it. He also noticed that his well-fucked pussy was changing shape and beginning to look more like a female pussy.

“Sam, I have changed so much in three weeks!” said Michael in a daze.

Michael was complaining that his pussy feels empty now that he’s been cunted, so I encouraged him to wake up his Master and ask him to fuck him again. And that’s just what Master Matt did!

After that fuck, Master Matt was bragging about how much his faggot needs his dick and how much he loves the look of Michael’s new pussy. I reminded Master Matt that the power of his Alphahood and the power of his dick accomplished that transformation.

“My powers are endless,” crowed Master Matt confidently.

You see, cunting isn’t just a transformation of a faggot. It’s also the transformation of an Alpha into a god!

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!

For every straight Alpha who decides to start using and/or owning faggots, there is usually a moment of truth. It’s the point when the Alpha must decide how open and free he can be with his faggot as part of his everyday life.

Some Apex Alphas have shown the way, boldly and proudly displaying (and even sharing) their faggots with the people in their lives. I’m reminded of the story of slave Tim (I haven’t heard from him in a while …) and his straight Master who regularly parades his faggot in public on a collar and leash. Of course, that’s really pushing the boundaries of society’s acceptable social behavior, but some Alphas simply don’t give a fuck.

Speaking of not giving a fuck, Master Dino almost assuredly falls into that category of Alpha. When Master Dino found a faggot like Jamie that worshiped and served him the way he knew he deserved, he didn’t give a fuck that he is straight or what society might think about his ownership of and marriage to that faggot.

But putting that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude to the test in public can be rough, and ultimately reveals the true emotions that lie beneath an Alpha’s adamantium exterior.

Master Dino shared this revealing anecdote with me, and it was too incredible to not share with his growing legion of faggot worshipers.

faggot, 

My boy convinced me in various ways to listen to your podcast of 11/3. It just loves your site and is constantly wanting me to see something. I admit I am favorably impressed by most of what I’ve seen. My hole is over the moon by what you’ve said about Me/us on it and I am reconsidering the podcast if I could use a device to disguise My voice. I could care less if most of the lemmings out there know I cum in a faggot but in My profession, I must use discretion.

I wanted to impart some info today. I’m not a bodybuilder per se but I do lift and workout twice per week and play basketball with friends at least twice per week.  I probably wouldn’t workout anymore but My bitchboy loves worshiping Daddy when He comes home all sweaty with Man funk (I haven’t used deodorant for over a decade, my boy convinced Me that I wouldn’t regret its request that I not use it and instead just smell like a Man) and it also loves My Badboy persona to which lifting adds a great deal.

Yes, I/we have had a rough life, it’s true. Let me tell you something about a situation that jamie and I had years ago. About 4 nights ago, the reminiscing we’ve done for your nervous questions jogged both our memories. I had taken the cunt for My own about 3 months before and as deep as I was in this new, GOOD fucking pussy I was still taking baby steps in the ‘living life’ part of owning it. I decided to see if it could ‘pass’ in My world (Which is NOT the dangerous place it used to be but is still no goddamn nature walk either). Three stupid motherfuckers tried to double-cross this Alpha Male in a deal. This was beyond ignorant because they KNEW Me. One started waving a knife around and the other made the SUPREME mistake of pointing a piece at My boy. I only remember My mind flashing the words ‘No fucking punk is gonna threaten My new cumhole’ and I felt a tightness in My chest and in My nuts which I would remember later as the 1st real stirrings in Me for My faggot beyond normal satisfaction.

Anyway, I saw this fucking scumbag was gonna shoot my boy and I lunged in front of him and was grazed,  well the bullet hit a rib, traveled on it around my side and popped out the back.  In all it created a 10-inch scar but they thought they’d hurt Me. I had the advantage. I have no idea exactly what happened next but my next memory is seeing the ‘men’ in a pile. (They were still breathing sam don’t have a breakdown) Evidently, they had tried to stab My boy and had put about an inch long slice on his chest when, babyboy says, I leaped to My feet, beat them down and threw the gun out a window. I picked My bitch up and carried it out (I know it hasn’t been stated but My bitch is exactly My height but not muscular. Still, it is not a dainty faggot.  Lol)

But, back to the story. Boy drove home, begging Me to go to a doctor. Back then My faggot didn’t have a real sense as to what My life was. One couldn’t if one didn’t experience it. Back home, boy was trembling like a, well,  like a faggot when I gathered the appropriate equipment and commanded it to sew up the bullet hole on my side. (It was fine. I made sure it had only a minor cut before I had it turn its sewing talents on their ear and stitch up its Man) It was pale as fuck as it wordlessly did as told. When it finished I checked its work and I smiled at my sweet faggot boy. I said, ‘Good boy’ and upon hearing I was pleased it hit the floor, passed out cold. Hahaha! 

Later on, it told Me that when it saw Me take that bullet protecting it that it KNEW I loved it. I must say I felt much the same when My boy completed My demands and waited until it knew I was satisfied before My pussyboy fainted. After that I was pretty sure this faggot could handle being My possession.

(BTW, upon waking the dudes I beat the fuck out of I found the money they’d tried to take from Me was in MY pocket, along with everything of value that they’d been carrying-including their wallets with all their personal information.)

Now, life no longer contains such incidents and I didn’t take jamie to work with Me after that. That one time told Me everything I needed to know about boy’s handling of a crisis and being able to handle ALL aspects of My life.  My faggot is a tower of jelly when it comes to My power but has a steel core when confronted by the world and can handle quite a lot as long as it knows it belongs to Me. It says it can endure anything as long as it is MY cumhole and I believe it.  I’ve said it before, I’m glad I cunted this faggot.

I hope you enjoyed this piece of Mine and My cumwhore’s love story. Isn’t it interesting that this incident is when we both realized our deepening love for the other? Life is NOT a dull thing, especially when one is a God. Hahahahahaha 

Keep up the good work. Fuck you faggot.   

Not exactly the love story from Titanic, obviously, but I’m sure there are Alphas who can relate to Master Dino’s feeling of protectiveness just as much faggots can relate to that feeling of gratitude Jamie felt when being rescued by the Superman who owns it.

Stories like this one help to reinforce my original argument that Master Dino is a blend of both types of Alpha, Protector and Destroyer. He might be the perfect blend.

My cunt puckered with excitement just a little (re: a lot) when Master Dino suggested that he’s thinking about coming onto the podcast. I can only imagine what it might be like to cram his massive personality into a podcast episode! Keep stroking his ego in the comments, and maybe that magical event could become a reality!

Meanwhile, I feel blessed every time he shares with me his thoughts in an email. I hope you faggots out there feel the same!

Look at this ad a reader named K Smith found on Doublelist.com:

Smith contacted the Alpha, and he verified that he was referring to this site!

INSANE!

Every day now there are straight Alphas coming to understand their birthright and the life they deserve to live through this website!

The hard work becomes worth it when I see this!

This thread follows the story of Master Fin, a straight Alpha bodybuilder who has discovered the glories of fag ownership. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

One of the best adjustments I’ve ever made to this site is the ASK A QUESTION feature. It allows me unfettered access to lots of issues and thoughts that my readers have in a way that the old Tumblr site never could. And every so often something appears there that simply blows me away.

Three days ago a straight Alpha named Master Fin dropped his incredible story/question in my inbox. I have no idea how many times I re-read it, hungrily digesting every detail before working up the nerve to contact him.

Here is that initial missive:

This fag/sub I met 7 months ago found your site recently and told me to take a look at it. I’ve been reading through it, kind of getting my mind blown. Have been meaning for awhile to write about my situation so here goes:

Right before COVID hit I was at a bodybuilding competition – I’m a bodybuilder but wasn’t competing in this particular contest — was just in the audience and this young blond kid comes up to me and tells me he’s a photography student at NYU would I let him photograph me for a student project. (My girlfriend BTW sees this happening but she’s used to it and laughs it off — isn’t threatened)
I’ve been asked “Can I photograph you” a million times by gay guys (they’re called schmoes in the bodybuilding world) and I know what it really means, so I say to this NYU kid, sure, and turns out I’m right — he does take some pictures but then soon enough he’s asking if he can muscle worship me, which is exactly what I was expecting.
I tell him that’s gonna cost him and the kid, his name is Asher, he shells out $300 (I usually get more) to worship me. I’m big, 5’10” 250 and roided and he of course goes crazy over my body, he’s obsessed with big muscle. We do this three more times and then he tells me he has to stop because he’s a student, he can’t afford it but asks if we could barter like he’ll do things for me in exchange etc etc. I never did that before but he’s a really cool sweet kid, 20 years old, petite, blue eyes, blond pretty boy so I figure sure.

I’m 32 and between training and working at my family’s business I don’t have much time for a lot of other stuff so he starts coming over doing anything I need, he cleans my place, preps my meals which is a lot of work, and occasionally blows or worships me when I’m feeling it.

Over the past 7 months of COVID quarantine, my socializing got down to almost zero and Asher was spending more and more time at my place doing whatever I asked him to do. Three months in my girlfriend, who I’m not seeing as much because of this starts accusing me of having an affair and just keeps getting bitchier and bitchier and long story short we break up – she ends it – but I don’t care too much.

I come home from the gym or from work and Asher has got a cooked meal waiting for me. My apartment is spotless. After dinner if I want to chill and watch Netflix, or go online, he will position himself in a way that while I’m doing whatever it is I want to do, he will suck/nurse on my dick or sniff or lick my ass, or just lay by my feet or leave me completely alone if that’s what I want. His focus is always on my needs. There is NEVER any drama. No attitude, ever, from him. Just worship and service. It’s kind of fucking hard to believe. Girls should really take some lessons from sub fags if they want to know how to get along with a man. 

Anyway, over the months we have moved on to more than just him blowing me and muscle worship. He has a trim, hairless smooth little body, but with the bubbliest rounded smoothest white ass that any girl would kill for. I don’t know if he shaves it or if it’s naturally pink and hairless but if you didn’t know it was attached to a male you would think it was the hottest ass you’ve seen on a girl. When I was with my girlfriend it was weeks of her trying to take my dick up her ass and it always hurt her so we stopped, but with Asher there was NEVER an issue, even if it does hurt.

He’s a charming persuasive little fucker and he somehow got me to start fucking him, so that’s been going on for awhile now. (Over the past 7 months I’ve craved female pussy so went on tinder and hooked up a few times but it’s too much of a chance with COVID so I’ve stopped that and only been fucking Asher. 

The other night when I was fucking him he said, “Daddy, I want to have your baby so much, Please make me pregnant.” It turned me on so much, I never fucked anyone so hard. With our size difference I thought I would break this kid in two but he takes anything I give him, begs for more.

The whole thing is really fucking with my mind. He’s a guy, but he is like THE PERFECT GIRLFRIEND. He’s like a geisha girl or something. Here’s some other kinky shit he’s got me doing. He begs to watch me take a shit. I sit on the toilet and he curls up at my feet and while I take a dump he’s down there like a puppy or something. The other day he asked if he could wipe my ass for me but I said no. It’s really sick shit but part of me really digs it. I can’t explain it. I just wish he was a real girl.

I had him order a lot of Victoria Secret outfits which helps and I told him not to cut his hair so now he has longer blond hair – he’s as close to a girl as I think he’s going to get. (I’ve stopped calling him Asher, I call him Ashley, which he loves.)

But I don’t know how this continues. Right now it’s not too much of an issue with other people finding out about him because no one is really socializing or comes over because of COVID but once COVID ends, I’m not sure what’s going to happen. Here I am this straight guy and somehow I’ve ended up with this perfect “girlfriend” that no one knows about because “She” is really male no matter how much lingerie I put on her. Not easy to square because he makes me 100% fuckin happy.

See what I mean??

Of course, as this site has proven beyond the shadow of any doubt, straight Men fuck faggots all the time and even own faggots yet remain straight. Master Fin is in no danger of “changing teams” ever.

But I do think Master Fin is headed to an eventual crossroads here. At some point a straight Alpha must look other people in the eye and admit that they own and use faggots and they don’t care what other people think about it.

Seriously, who is going to check Master Fin or question his authority? He’s an absolute Alpha BEAST who could pulverize anyone who gets in his way or challenges him! Ultimately, anything that makes an Alpha “100% fuckin happy” should be perfectly acceptable and defended with all of his strength!

So I collected myself and contacted this great Alpha. And what I uncovered in him was so electrifying and captivating that I’ve had a constant WIDE-ON ever since. Throw out what you think you know about roided-up bodybuilders being senseless meatheads. Master Fin is NOT that stereotype. He’s articulate, intelligent, and very expressive. Honestly, between him and Master Dino, I’ve been wandering around in a blissful daze for a few weeks.

Just focus on this next massive message sent by this Apex Alpha god:

It wasn’t until I met Asher and experienced his 100% submissiveness and dedication to me as his god and then reading about the alpha/fag dynamic on your blog did I understand the “purpose of faggots” — as you have defined the word faggot  — a person who exists to serve superior men.   

Before then, at least in my world, the word faggot was only used by people as a derogatory way to refer to gay men in general.  And usually by asshole douchebags. I’ve never had a problem with anyone being gay — who gives a fuck.  That said,  the times I’ve allowed gay guys to muscle worship me I saw them more as gay guys obsessed with muscle —  “schmoes” with a particular fetish, as opposed to them being “a fag.” 

Asher is my first fag — before him, I never gave “fags” any thought — I always had a girlfriend (or two) and sure, I come across men all the time who are clearly inferior to me, who I can see are intimidated or in awe of me, but truth be told I didn’t know they were there for my use in the way that your blog gives examples about. It blows my mind that this whole other reality has been there all this time and I didn’t know, 

That is until Asher. Weird thing is, it’s not like now that I’ve got Asher, who is technically male,  in my house, essentially as my girlfriend, that now when I’m on the street I now look at other blond boys and think “I wanna to fuck them.”   I don’t.  I’m not attracted to men. BUT I want to fuck the shit out of Asher all the time and use him every way sexually and otherwise but he’s where it ends with men. Truth is I don’t see him as male. Anyway, still trying to make sense out of it.  If I’m gonna fuck anyone else it would be a girl but I gotta say, Asher is keeping me so well satisfied I’m not looking in that direction much either.

I’m telling you – if Asher had a real pussy, he would literally be the girlfriend that every male would dream of making up in a laboratory. I look at my buddies and the shit that they have to put up with —  all the bitching and moaning and complaining and demands from their wives and girlfriends and then to top it off, my buddies then have to beg for a fuckin’ blow job! And I think of all the same kind of shit I put up with from girlfriends past — that’s why at 32 I never got married — who the fuck needs that? 

HOLY FUCK!

You can actually hear Master Fin reasoning it out in this letter, ultimately coming to the conclusion that female issue no longer need to be a problem in his life because he can own Asher and be worshiped and serviced like a King.

Just the way Apex Alphas deserve!

But before you dismiss Asher as some sort of throwaway cumrag for Master Fin, he sent another letter that really clarifies things between them:

When I said that Asher was totally submissive and that there was never any attitude or drama from him I want to make clear that he is not some blank empty non-entity. He’s no doormat or loser in the outside world.  He is smart, funny and entertaining  —  he’s good company — BUT  with ME he knows his place and always defers to me.  When I say he has no attitude it’s not to say that he hasn’t had to be disciplined or put in his place. But it’s more like how you would treat a dog who’s misbehaving.  Asher can be frisky, or over-eager, or sloppy about things, just the way a pup would be and sometimes he needs to be scolded and put in his place.  What I meant about him never having an attitude is that it’s never like I would get from my past girlfriends — all that heavy-duty badgering and bitching and moaning.  Only once did Asher truly screw up and I had to punish him. The details are too long and boring but he screwed up my meal prep big time., which is unacceptable. 

When it happened I got VERY calm and quiet. (for some reason the angrier I am– the quieter I get.  I NEVER yell and use very few words) I’ve been told that this sends a chill down people’s spine. It also would drive my girlfriends crazy. They would be upset screaming about something and it would make them insane when I wouldn’t scream back)  So Asher screws up my meal prep and he can feel my anger but I calmly tell him to get his things and leave. He tries to make excuses and apologize but I say one more time, “Out. Now. And if you’re not out now, you’re never coming back”  He knows I mean it so he leaves. The next day he tries calling throughout the day – I don’t pick up. 

Late in the second day he texts me a video — in it he’s sobbing and apologizing and begging me to forgive him over and over. He’s really suffering and I figure OK, two days is enough punishment. I text him to come over. 

When I open the door he throws himself at me, wraps his arms around me and buries his face in me sobbing, apologizing and saying it will never happen again.  The way he is desperately holding on to me is like he’s holding on for dear life, 

It was at this moment that I realized. I OWN HIM. 

It made me rock hard and it also made me feel a sense of responsibility because at this point I felt like if I wanted to, I could destroy him.  That was the turning point in our relationship.  While he was holding onto me, I told him to get in the bathtub. He did. I had to wait a few minutes for my hard-on to go down and then while he was fully clothed, I peed on him – hosed him down completely. This is the first time I peed on him. It was punishment and a blessing from me at the same time. Thank you SIR was always he kept saying.  Then told him to stay in the tub, drenched in my piss and to think about what just happened. A half-hour later I told him he could now shower, trash the clothes and make me dinner.  He’s never fucked up my meal prep again or really anything else for that matter.  

If you don’t believe in the truth of in-born Hierarchy by now, please re-read that last letter by Master Fin.

How does a straight Alpha Male instinctively understand how to own faggots so effortlessly, so naturally? From where does it come?

You see, Master Fin was born with this power to own submissive humans. Faggots are the extreme end of that spectrum, the yin to his yang. His natural dominance has finally found the submissive complement in young fag Asher. They lock together like pieces of a Hierarchical puzzle.

This dynamic between Alphas and faggots is as basic and intrinsic to Manhood as anything in Nature. It can be found in all cultures dating back into early recorded human history. I believe it’s nearly as important as the relationship between Men and women because the Alpha/fag dynamic helps develop Alphas into leaders and rulers in our world. Faggots also keep Men relieved of sexual needs, and they provide the worship that Men crave in their soul.

Master Fin is a magnificent example of this truth. He stumbled upon something he didn’t realize he needed, but now it’s filling up his life with everything he could want. It’s the process by which Men become Gods.

Master Fin is a god among us. Bow your heads and give thanks.

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!

According to Master Nick’s Alpha Guide To Owning Faggots™ an Alpha should spend a week just feeding his newly caged faggot before opening its pussy. This seems logical, and it has certainly worked wonders for the four faggots he has owned in his short time (1 year) as a straight Alpha owner of faggots. I would say that Master Nick has the greatest collection of faggots anywhere in the world mostly because of his careful dedication to training.

Since Master Matt very much wants to be an owner like Master Nick, he has been following Master Nick’s playbook to the letter. In his first owned faggot Michael Master Matt has a high-quality fag who is physically appealing and excellent at service. Master Matt really wants to do this right.

So last Wednesday Alex, one of Master Nick’s faggots, went over and helped Michael prepare for his coming deflowering. Alex waxed Michael’s hole, and taught it how to properly clean and prepare for fucking.

Yesterday morning, Master Matt told Michael, “Be clean when I get home.” It was finally time!

When Master Matt returned to the condo, he was greeted by Michael kneeling and kissing his feet wearing only a jockstrap. Perfect!

First thing Master Matt did was have the faggot show him his hole. It was spotless, tight, and pink. Master Matt started fingering it – very tight! Then Master Matt started licking Michael’s eager pussy, which twitched in excitement as his tongue ran over his hole (“It felt fantastic,” said Michael).

With the faggot bent over Master Matt mounted it doggie style. He was very careful entering Michael’s pussy. Remember, Master Matt has a thick 9″ cock:

Finally, after some patient work, Master Matt managed to get the entire length of his Alpha dick balls-deep in his faggot. Michael said it “hurt tremendously” at first, but it got better with each stroke.

After a while, Master Matt flipped Michael on his back and told him to hold his legs up in the air. Master Matt started fucking Michael missionary, this time with more aggression. Finally Master Matt groaned louder than he ever had before with Michael and shot a huge load into Michael’s new pussy. Michael said he could feel each pulse of Master Matt’s big dick as he bred it.

A virgin no more!

Michael sounded dazed afterward, his new pussy throbbing from the experience. As for Master Matt, he was overjoyed. “Faggot,” said Master Matt to me, “It’s an amazing feeling (to properly own a faggot).”

So now the intense week of breeding begins as Master Matt prepares the faggot’s pussy for cunting. Then the world will open up for dear Michael, Master Matt’s new prized possession! Welcome to the club, my brother!

This thread follows the story of fag Marc, a 54-year-old faggot who has been serving a 29-year-old straight Alpha named Justin for the last five years. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

So I introduced you to a cash fag named Marc a week ago, and I thought his initial story was inspirational. He’s an older faggot who has gotten the opportunity to serve a much younger Alpha through findom over the last five years.

Marc has been writing posts taking us step by step through the consumption of his life by his Alpha, Justin. The following is the story of their first official meeting:

We actually met through FetLife. i had come across His profile and liked a few of His photos … pictures of a young, handsome, confident, muscled man – all the things that this fag identifies as a true Alpha Man. He also had at least one group listed that was an instant trigger for the fag … financial domination. And to make it even better, He lived about 40 miles away – not across the country or in some far off land. But the fag assumed that this Man would be unreachable, that there would be no reason for this Man – who can have anyone and anything He wants – to have any interest at all in me.

We started chatting over a year before we met … for a very long time it was just that … brief online chats. i lost track of Him for a while, and then He reappeared, and in a short time everything would change.

The chats started again, and to prove that i was real i sent Him four $25 gift cards from His wishlist on Amazon, all for restaurants. Food to fuel His Alpha body. That was April. He was pleased. Our chats turned to text messages.

In May, we met for the first time. He told me He was going to make me a special face cream with lotion mixed with His fresh cum.  We were to meet at a shopping mall, but at the last minute He changed our rendezvous to be an adult store. i parked my car and immediately saw Him approach. He was more incredible in person than His photos could ever portray Him to be. For as nervous and insecure as i was, He was confident, suave, sure, solid. He knew He would use this fag, and that we would both enjoy it. He handed me a small vial that contained the special face cream. Only the two of us knew what it was as i was made to take some and wear it on my face right there in the parking lot.  He grinned. Within a minute of meeting, it was clear that He would fully control this fag. We went into the adult store where He not only picked something out for Himself, but offered me to pick out a pair of briefs for Him, and He selected a gift for the fag, as well … a set of four butt plugs. He enjoyed it as the fag had to pay for this purchase, nervous, shaking, wondering what the clerk was thinking. We then went over to the mall … not much to do or look at there, but He did get the fag to pay for an additional purchase. The real value of the encounter was to start to get to know each other. As the evening ended, the fag drove the 45 miles back home with one of those plugs planted deeply in my ass.

My mind has been filled with thoughts of Him. How can this young – literally half my age – Alpha Man be so suave, so confident, so focused and together, as i, a fag old enough to be His father, can’t even complete a sentence as we talk? Not only is His body far superior to mine, but so is His intellect and His confidence. He truly is the type of Man i will never be.

Believe me when I say that you’ll want to keep track of this developing story as Alpha Justin methodically takes over Marc’s life!

This thread follows the extraordinary marriage of straight Apex Alpha Dino and his fag wife Jamie. CLICK HERE to follow this thread in chronological order!

After I received Master Dino’s jaw-dropping responses to the many faggots hungry for more information about him, I had a few quick follow-up questions of my own for him.

I wrote:

After reading your comments, I have a question about your Alpha friends. Do they all own faggots Master? Did they come to own faggots through your influence? Are these friends people you’ve known for a long time, or did they come into your life through the Dom/sub community?

Little did I know that my simple question would inspire another incredibly detailed response from Master Dino! Buckle up, faggots … this is a rocky one!

sam the faggot,

I have known a handful of Alphas over the years and we really don’t do well with friends. For the last 15 years I have spent all My free time grooming, feeding,  controlling, loving, and fucking My faggot. I do not appreciate interruptions so friends and family alike have been offended and downright pissed with Me for turning them away at times. I don’t give a fuck, if I’m busy filling up the cunt that I own the world can burn to the goddamn ground and if I haven’t pumped out My nut then it can all go to hell until I am satisfied. Mine and My bitches universe revolves around My wants and My needs. So others tend to get upset. The other Alphas are dudes I met in prison. Lots of Alphaness in the pen, in NY anyway. 2 of them were actually good buddies and understood My home life because they were the same as Me with their own faggots, although one dude was brutal with his faggot. So much so I had to beat the snot out of him and threaten to take his faggot for my own. Dudes usually listen to My words because they KNOW I’m a serious dude who will whip your ass and THEN give your name to the only people in the world that you DO NOT want coming to visit, you dig? We moved to a different state for a time and lost touch with My best bud. Anyway they had their faggots when I met them and they helped a little in My understanding of the Alpha Male and faggot world. I don’t know anything of a ‘community’ because I don’t need anyone other than a willing, obedient hole, and it doesn’t even have to be particularly willing. Heh heh.

I know almost every faggot alive would love to see My load, you don’t HAVE to flatter Me faggot although that usually makes one more apt to receive whatever one is trying to get from Me. I already know how fucking unbelievably handsome I am. My mirror, My faggot, and the slobbering stares I get when entering a room tell Me every day. I know I’m a smoking hot stud who can out-fight,  out-fuck, and out-cum every man. I’ve ever met. I’m a ‘badboy ‘ in the strongest sense of the term-a thug who enjoys drugs, faggots, fighting, and female pussy. I’ve beaten 6 men at once and am so potent that I had 4 sons by the time I was 20. Every time I fucked a female cunt it got fucking pregnant and tried its best to trap Me without any hope of success. Since almost every lowly female I fucked out either had My son or had an abortion (and lots of sluts did get their cunt-baby scraped out when I fucking wouldn’t let them have control) I did marry the last one of them but it turned out to be mouthy and disobedient, also disrespectful. As soon as that happened I left the unworthy girl and met My faggot the next day.  Every year on that day I now allow My faggot free access to My dick for the day. For 24 hours My fag boy can suck, fondle, kiss, or ride My dick without contest. In other words, it can empty My nuts as many times as it desires. That is its reward for giving me its entire being on that September day so I give it Daddys love and cum all day long.  (And one of those days was the time of the bloody cum).This should answer your questions. It should come as no surprise that since I’m an outlaw that friends wouldn’t be prevalent. I take pride in being a powerful, deservedly egotistical asshole, a dangerous testosterone-filled Stud God which is probably not conducive of a great friendship. 

I’m done for now faggot. I think I’ll give ‘the little wife’ its 5th load today. Sometimes I think I’m just too giving to you cum guzzlers. Good evening faggot sam.

P.S. my cumhole doesn’t PUSH Me into anything but rather sucks and worships me into granting its little wish. Life as God is as fulfilling as I knew it would be. Hahaha…

And fuck you, faggot…

Good Lord … there’s just nobody quite like Master Dino. His fury and power are almost uncontainable. And yet, below the bluster and rage, there is a sweet tenderness (at least toward his faggot) that peeks through. I sometimes worry about faggots who get involved with Alphas like Master Dino, but I’m not worried about Jamie. The faggot is living a dream life safe at the feet of this truly superior Alpha.

Thank you to Master Dino and his faggot for this unparalleled look at their incredible 15-year relationship!

(fingers crossed on that cumshot video!)

This thread follows the extraordinary marriage of straight Apex Alpha Dino and his fag wife Jamie. CLICK HERE to follow this thread in chronological order!

Apex Alpha God Dino has been reading your hyperventilating comments and questions after I published my explosive interview with him last week!

This is going to be PART ONE of two because he responded to some follow-up questions I had after reading what he wrote below. Believe me, he’s so intense that reading all of it at once might cause aneurysms, heart failure, or death.

Here are his responses to my readers:

faggot, 

My cuntboy was not going to calm down until I contacted you about some other faggot’s questions about Me. The hole is so excited that others of his stature recognize My power that it has begged, worshiped, and flattered me until… in other words it has used its position as My possession to encourage Me to allow your faggot readers to glimpse My greatness. After My usual hesitation of ANY acknowledgement of a desire on My boy’s part, I decided to write. 

Question 1- Yes I kiss My bitchboy. Interesting to Me is the fact that kissing was the LAST barrier to taking the cumhole as My wife. Its a straight Man thing. Once I truly loved My jamie as an ‘it’ and really saw it is a faggot, NOT a Man, then kissing wasn’t an issue. If any of you faggots are interested, yes, it gets the occasional full on ‘romantic’ kisses when deserved but, on a regular, receives My ‘face-eating’ kisses much more often.

Question 2-As our relationship progressed through the years so has what I allow the public to see. At first, it was My buddy in public and My bitch at home. Now, I allow the public to see some of what I have in My jamie and will speak to it almost as I do at home, it proudly wears My ring, makes sure others know it has My name, and other things faggots do to let the world know how incredibly awesome its ManGod is. 

Question 3-Ok faggots, My stats are as follows: 6′ 4″   220bs.   Italian Black hair.    Blue/black cruel eyes  Tattoos don’t cover me but I have them everywhere except My ass and My Junk, which is sacred and needs NO adjustment. My arms are 20 inches around. (My cuntboy LOVES them) I have chest hair at the top with a nice fur trail down to the good stuff. From the waist down there’s plenty of hair which My boy plays in constantly. My dick is 9.3 inches long and 5.4 inches wide. The amount I cum is anywhere from one quarter to one third of a cup. ( I own a HAPPY cumwhore who amuses me so I allow it to measure occasionally) I have cum up to 13 times in a 24 hour period at which time I discovered that if My body cannot produce cum as quickly as needed then My load is a mix of cum and blood and it is time to rest awhile. That’s enough of Me for any faggot to know unless it’s MY faggot.

 
Question 4-Other Alpha buds have offered their own fags for My service, say when we’ve all been watching the game, but I have THE perfect fag for me. Between all I have taught it and it’s own natural instinct as to what I need from it, everything is just how I desire to be worshiped and adored. Why throw added elements into a perfect situation? My own faggot is all I need in a servile, enthusiastic cuntwife. It has served and adored Me more, in more ways, than ANY living creature should ever worship anyone and that’s exactly what I deserve. Some say faggots are stupid or should be treated as if it is beneath contempt. That’s bullshit. My faggot is very intelligent and not just intellectually. It must anticipate My every thought,  move, and action-especially concerning sex and love-but in life as well. It makes My dick a little harder knowing that My faggot-wife is smart and gave up a full, successful life for a CHANCE to become My faggot. It was smart enough to find a way to become My cumhole which took real work on its part.

Question 5- I am considering allowing you faggots to see either some part of My body or maybe even see a clip of Me filling My faggots mouth with My cum. I’m torn. If it gives you faggots some hope, My own faggot is so proud that I’m its owner/Alpha Husband that it is pleading for me to allow you all to see my load. Maybe, we’ll see. The best way to handle a faggot’s deepest desires is to deny it what it wants-at least for a while.  Heh heh..

Well sam, I’ve answered the questions. I trust the faggots will be squirming in their seats and clenching their stickpussies while they dream of belonging to Me, a true Alpha God. 

Fuck you faggot…Hahaha

Who else talks like this? Thinks like this? Feels like this?

Master Dino is easily one of the most magnetic and intense forces to ever be featured here on this site. Keep your questions coming below, because he is paying attention to all of the little faggots gathered around his fireplace!

Tomorrow: PART TWO!

This thread follows Alpha Matt, a Man who endured horrific abuse as a child that had him convinced he was a faggot, only to discover he was actually Alpha! To follow this dramatic story of Hierarchical self-discovery, CLICK HERE to read them in chronological order!

One of the most curious recurring stories on this site over the last five years have been those involving Alphas who suffered such extreme abuse as children that they grew up thinking they were actually faggots. Every case follows a predictable pattern: the Alpha tries to perform service as a faggot, feels uncomfortable, becomes angry and even more depressed, and then discovers his truth as an Alpha and is transformed.

This unveiling of Alphahood is usually so dramatic and breathtaking that the truth cannot be denied. But the burial (but not destruction) of Alphahood by childhood abuse really demonstrates the real power of Hierarchy. We are born into our place in the Hierarchy, and no amount of abuse or trauma can ever change or erase that.

The latest triumph of Alphahood over adverse circumstances involves an incredible and articulate Alpha named Matt. His story is so tragic and exhilarating that I’m going to let him tell his story uninterrupted.

I’ve been debating about whether or not to send you my story. I don’t need answers or support as I know who and what I am (now at least). I would say it’s more I just want to share it as it’s finally starting to become complete. And if it can help others then even better.

I stumbled on your twitter which is what led me to your website, Iv been in the fag/Dom circle (not sure what you want to call it) for many many years As I browsed your site I read the post about the rape and that hit me hard. Which is what got me thinking about my life and how I got to where i am now.

So with that little bit of info out of the way. I can begin my story. I am currently 31 years old, but this struggle and understanding of faggots and Alphas starts back to when I was an infant. I would NOT call my father an Alpha, he was a lazy piece of shit, with anger problems and a sex drive that he chose not to control. I despise calling him my father so for the rest of the story we will call him K.

I am the 2nd youngest of 8 children, yes I know that’s a lot of kids. K refused to work, my mother for as long as I can remember worked 3 jobs. Yes 3 jobs. K was found of beating his sons and raping his daughters. Until even raping his daughters wasnt enough and then he moved on to his sons as well.

From my earliest memories I remember being hit and thrown around. Bruises and injuries were not uncommon. By the time I was 5 I remember K raping me and he continued raping me until I was 8. When I turned 8 he had lost a fight with my oldest brother and that unhinged him. In order to keep some form of power his normal physical abuse where hed hit me a couple of times a week, became full-on beatings.

There were days I really thought I wasn’t going to make it. From 8 to 12 I was beaten almost daily. (no i didn’t go to the hospital) My sister couldn’t handle being raped anymore and threaten to call the police unless my mother left him. (she new some of what was happening K was always physical but when she learned of the rape that was when she left. She didnt know about the beating until years later.)

I get this question a lot so I’ll answer it now. No my siblings did not know he was beating me as bad as he was. K was an ass he wasn’t stupid. He never hit me in places that were easily visible and I never took my shirt off in front of people out of fear and embarrassment. Yes it was hard to explain why I had cuts and was bleeding all the time but remember my siblings were trying there best to survive as well and my mother was working her self to death to support us.

When K left, I thought I could finally start living. I had known for years that I found other boys attractive and was pretty sure I was gay. I had never dared say anything since I come from a VERY religious home. (yes again I know thats ironic, a religious home where everyones being abused.) I remember trying to find out what it meant to be gay by looking it up on the computer. ( we only had a family one we shared) I didn’t know much of computers at the time so I didn’t know it kept a history of what was looked at.

My mother took me for a drive and asked if I was gay, since she had found porn on the computer. I told her I was (I know I was only 12 but I knew I was) I honestly didn’t think she would be as upset as she was. I started conversion therapy shortly after, and it was absolute hell.

From 12 to 23 I was in conversion therapy, I admit I had made many suicidal attempts by then. But I digress. At 23 I had had enough, I left home and went out into the world hoping to figure out who I was and what was wrong with me. (turns out nothing).

I know that was a lot of info but its important. For a long time I thought I was a fag. I went through the mental stages of (was the rape and abuse my fault? what did I do wrong? maybe I deserved it. maybe it happened cause im gay.) etc.

For many years I had tied the abuse/rape to being a fag. It’s not about my pleasure it’s about their pleasure, what they did was really ok and i shouldn’t be angry about it. I’m too weak and men should use me and abuse me. But there were SO many struggles. I had been conditioned to be submissive since I was a child. I also hated K and did not want to be anything like him. So i tried to be soft, gentle, submissive etc.

As I became sexually active around 14 (yes i was having sex with guys as I was in conversion therapy, i new it was shit and only did it to please my mother) I found it arousing to be dominated and controlled. But as soon as I had an orgasm it was gone. I was embarrassed at first but as I really analyzed my feelings it wasn’t just embarrassment. I was angry I felt unfulfilled, unhappy and Id ask myself. “why am I doing this?”

I thought well the problem is im having orgasms, so i tried edging and delaying orgasm. I loved feeling horny and how good it felt to have my cock touched and pleasured. I thought this was the right track. so I went farther and tried chastity. It was ok I couldnt wear it for more then a few hours.

Now I also struggled with my appearance. Physically I do not look like a fag. (yes I know how you look doesn’t really make a difference in wether someone is a fag or Alpha) But I was sucked into the mentality that it did. I thought fags were supposed to have small cocks, and be small people.

I am 6′ 4, I weigh 225 lbs and my cock is certainly not small. I dont say this to brag because all these “amazing” qualities were a real struggle for years. I couldnt get an Alpha to take me as his fag because I was twice his size. I got told SO many things.

You’re too tall, you’re too big, you’re to hairy, your balls are too big, you produce too much cum. (if i don’t jack off at least twice a day my balls hurt like crazy and I told Alphas this. But they didn’t want to deal with milking me that often). You’re too masculine, (I absolutely hate being feminized) I mean I literally heard it all. I also hate having something in my ass, I do not like how it feels. But fucking guys, that is something I LOVE to do. Also not huge on the taste of cum, I don’t like it in my mouth. I don’t care if you cum on me just don’t cum in my mouth. I tried to get myself to swallow cum and be a good fag but I was constantly angry.

It’s like the only form of submissiveness I liked was when a guy touched my cock and got me off. (Not sure why I thought that was submissive back then but i did, oh well)

I felt like I just couldn’t win no matter what I did. And every time I had a Dom type guy use me I still felt unfulfilled. Nothing was working for me.

I finally found an Alpha who would take me and i was locked. I thought this time ill be happy in total denial and being horny all the time. I’ll do my best to focus on him and not think of myself at all. (i really did my best, at least i think i did)  After a week in chastity, even being aroused didn’t make me happy. there was no joy, no sense of accomplishment, no sense of purpose, nothing. I was pissed and angry and all I could think of was I wanted to lock him in chastity and watch him break.

That’s when I decided I needed to take a step back re-evaluate myself. I broke things off with the Alpha. (he was not happy about it) and started trying to figure out what was going on mentally with me. At the beginning of the year (2020) I was talking to an Alpha who was really nice, took things slow, was kind. I was also chatting with a faggot who I consider a friend.

Things were progressing with the Alpha and moving into “it’s getting physical” and instantly my old feelings were back. I broke things off with this Alpha and decided I was beyond broken and the abuse was still affecting me in ways I couldn’t handle.

Then I had a thought, what if I was the Alpha? Now I had had this thought many times in my life. But I had always dismissed it as fast as it came, because I thought being an Alpha meant I had to be like my abuser. Or that I was like my abuser.

But this time I actually thought about, I reached an understanding that abusing others and following your instinct/biology are 2 very different things.

As I spoke to my faggot friend and we talked about this he helped me realize and understand that I was indeed an Alpha and he would be more than happy to serve me.

So I embraced it, and my world finally clicked together. I was using the faggot and the completeness I was feeling was unlike anything iv ever felt before. I felt this intense feeling of satisfaction and was on an Alpha high for days after. I couldn’t wait to use another fag. I am finally experiencing the feeling of power, control, satisfaction, and acceptance that I had heard Alphas talk about when using a fag.

So with all that said.

To any other Alphas out there that were raped, I am sorry you ever had to go through that. I know it’s the last thing you want to admit or talk about. It’s the most humiliating thing that could ever happen to you. Your power and sense of being a man is literally ripped from you and shredded to pieces. Or so it feels. But remember that NO ONE can take your power from you. You were born to be on top and that is where you will stay.
 
You are not alone, again I understand Alphas do not want to talk about things that make them feel weak or powerless. Conquering something as painful as rape or abuse. Will show you that you’re more powerful than you ever thought you were. Yes, it’s one thing to control another man, it is something else to face your worst fears, biggest insecurities and deepest hatred and come out on top.

And to the faggots out there who have been raped. I’m also so sorry that you went through that. You are also not alone, rape and abuse twist the mind in strange ways.

So as an Alpha I’m telling you these truths. I know you’ve heard them before.
You did NOT ask for it.
You did NOT deserve it.
It does NOT define you.
and YES you can heal and grow from it.
your place may be to serve men but regardless of where you are in the hierarchy, it takes STRENGTH to accept who you are and live in a way that brings fulfillment. You too can face your fears and overcome them. Never forget that.

Such a profound journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance! There is so much wisdom embedded in this story! I really hope Alpha Matt’s experience can help other Alphas who might be buried beneath the weight of past horrors.

Just remember – what you were meant to be is not lost. It cannot be destroyed.

I asked Master Matt about his current faggots. He wrote:

It’s been an amazing experience owning a fag. I wanted to cage him, but his fag balls are so sensitive that putting a cage on it causes severe pain. It’s something we’re working on. My current fag does not live with me. It serves me as best it can. Daily oral service and fucking its fag pussy. 

I do plan to have more. I use a couple fags as I’m out and about. 

From faggot to powerful Alpha! The truth cannot ever be denied!

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 the most intriguing aspect of the story of Jamie and his straight Alpha Dino was Alpha Dino himself. He loomed over that first post like a heavy thundercloud or some other force of nature. I was salivating over the opportunity to speak with the straight god himself, and Jamie kept promising me that he was willing to speak with me.

And after several tense days, Alpha Dino reached out to me.

Talking to him via email is like trying to wrestle a tornado. There is so much force and debris blowing into your eyes that you almost cannot concentrate, I finally found it best to simply let his words hammer away at my psyche like a jackhammer and succumb to their dark, primal beauty.

Can you tell I’m partially in love with this stunning Alpha specimen?

I’ll give you a taste of how Alpha Dino describes himself and the marriage he has with his fag wife Jamie. This was his response when I asked if he could provide video of his (apparently) legendary cumshots:

I glanced at your site before allowing My hole access and one thing I could not comprehend, why the fucking chastity devices? I don’t ever want to SEE my boys clitdick so it just wears a jockstrap 24/7 but it makes My superior dick jump when something I do or say makes My little cuntboy start trembling and wet his panties. The worst that’s ever happened is it got My leg a little wet once when after chowing on my dick for 4 hours it had cum so many times its jockpanty was soaked. It’s the supreme compliment to My Alphaness. If it takes too long to finish its orgasm then use Your Alpha power, slap (or punch if it can handle it) the cunt and get it back to the job at hand. It won’t take long for Your fuckhole to get the message. its God is what’s important, the cunts clitdick jumping is just a benefit of the honor of serving a REAL fucking Man. A faggot has a difficult life. It doesn’t hurt anyone to give it 5 seconds of pleasure especially when that pleasure is attained by its service to a superior being. Also, I don’t believe a faggot shouldn’t masturbate. I made My cumwhore a pet pen that sits at the foot of My bed. Inside where it sleeps are all My dirty socks, underwear, handkerchiefs etc… for it to play with in what little free time it has. It also gives the cunt a sweet little bed with the scent of its God all around. My faggot sees its little bed as My indication that I care for it and by surrounding itself with My belongings it will NEVER doubt it belongs to Me.I’ve said what I intended faggot. I’ll let you know if I decide to allow other pathetic holes have the opportunity to drool and cum while they see what a REAL Man’s orgasm is really like. sam you do have one thing to be proud of. you seem to be an intelligent cumhole. And speaking of cumholes, it’s time to fill the one I own. 

Startling, isn’t it?

Here’s Alpha Dino’s description of how he came to understand and finally own his faggot:

I am aware of boy’s adoration of me. I appreciate your acknowledgment of it but it is not necessary. You are correct,  before my retard the only contact I had with faggots was to beat them if they hit on me. Boy was different. I cannot describe it. It was something in its eyes at our 1st meeting. I knew it NEEDED to talk to me so, after a sleepless night, I went to the room where it was staying. As we talked I realized that (1) I kind of liked the fag (2) Here was someone who seemed to instinctively know a bit about me and appreciated me as none ever had. (3) I admired its courage in being upfront with me about his instant attraction to me. Also, in public it acted somewhat normally and didn’t fucking float across a room. (4) At the very least I’d get a ‘down low’ blowjob that, if it went well, I could use again in the future. It wasn’t very hard for me to ‘step over the line’ because I was in a dark period of life and also when I am attracted to anyone it is an attraction to the person and not their looks. I knew that as long as this faggot had feelings for me and was discreet I could have some good times with it. As far as my realizing my Alpha-ness, I knew growing up I had something most other males did not. For a time the young Man I was thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t respect most of the men I knew. I thought I deserved something more than them and I actively searched for it without even knowing what it was.  My bitch actually should be and has been credited with helping me realize my potential, which I have reached. The ways in which it loved, worshiped, and served me (perverted and kinky as I thought they were at the time ) helped me see the kind of life I could have. I have rewarded it many times for giving up its life to serve me and for sharpening my own outlook. We are unlike any other Alpha and faggot,  I’m sure. There is an extra something that allows me to love it not only as a worshipful faggot but as my obedient, submissive wife. It took time and hard work,  especially on the cunt’s part, for us to become what we are. I had trouble for years dealing with the situation but life and my hole’s undying love and faithful devotion lead to where we are now. What made Jamie different? Well, he was, in appearance, more of a beta male so I didn’t feel as awkward being seen with him as I did with other faggots at the time. You also asked what was the difference between women and my cuntboy? That’s easy.

Women: high maintenance, dreaming of equality, disobedient, etc…

Faggots: none of the above. Always willing to give, obey, serve, worship, and love its Man.

So their relationship blossomed from there, and, as is typical with faggots and straight Alphas, Jamie the faggot inspired Alpha Dino to new heights of Alpha exploration.

When I met My boycunt even it didn’t know all the perverted fetishes that My Alphaness would inspire. We kind of discovered them together. My superior everything along with drugs and it’s fertile creative mind gave it all kinds of delightfully twisted, nasty ideas of things to perform for it’s God. To satisfy a little of your hungry, perverted little soul I’ll share two or three of My favorites. My absolute favorite is the full-body wash, savor, and worship that I allow it to perform for Me. This is done at least once per week and can take seven hours or more depending upon My whim and its exhaustion level. If I see it’s half dead but still striving to give me all I deserve after many hours I will grab its hair, pull it up to My face, tell it that Daddy loves His faithful cunt, spit a huge loogie in its mouth. It always cums hard because it LOVES My goddamn spit almost as much as it loves My cum. I will then tell cuntboy to eat My hot thick Alpha cum, which it greedily and gladly does. The look in its eyes as My cum hits its guts and I pat its head appreciatively is something I actually cherish. I also enjoy the foot worship which was one of the first kinks that it tried. We were high as fuck one night when it just lost its head, grabbed My sweaty foot out of My sneaker, and pressed the sole against its face, inhaled it as if it were its last breath then shoved the stockinged toes in its mouth and came in a manner that impressed Me. Now all this strange (to me then) shit was making My big nuts tingle BUT it had not asked permission. This was early on when its had absolutely no right to do anything with asking for permission so I’m afraid I smacked My boy’s face then made it remove My socks and lie on the floor about an eighth of an inch from My bare sweaty feet for about an hour. It could not move to touch them. While time passed and it cried silently and begged to wash My feet with its tongue, I thought about how the situation made me feel. Whimpering faggot begging to slurp on dirty feet that had just an hour before had been running around a basketball court and My dick swelled and turned to steel. Needless to say I made boy come to me. I soothed its fears and told it that it could show Me just how completely it loved its God by the almost biblical washing of My feet. It was a very good evening and even I had something to learn. That was its best to take a chance and let the faggot worship Me as it chose on days I didn’t have any definite ideas as to what I desired beyond being worshiped. The cumhole’s favorite worship is burying its face in my armpits and licking and sucking up My funk. It will not stop until I push it away. It is one of My own favorites but the cunt is unaware of that. It is advantageous to Me that it thinks I can take it or leave it. If it knew how much that made the cum churn in My balls it might get a bit cocky so it’s best to downplay that. After our first three years or so My bitch likes to say that it knew how every part of My body looked, smelled, and tasted but one tiny part it was never allowed to touch and that was the inside of My asshole.  It loved and still loves to lick my hairy ass crack.  I allow that often but My asshole is a Man’s asshole NOT a faggots pussy. It does not need to be entered. The day I made it My faggot-wife I had it lying on the bed while I stood and fucked and abused its face. I decided that My faithful loving cunt deserved that one last part of its God’s body so I simply lowered My ass over its face. I heard My precious cumhole gasp as it realized what a gift it was about to receive.  I quickly stated that I did not have a pussy.  I had an Alpha asshole and it could lick that hairy ass crack as long as it desired and when it was ready it could take its tongue and insert it as far as possible into a REAL fucking Man’s shithole. It could not lick inside or move the tongue around, it was to go as deep as it could then it could remain inside Me, savoring My musky funk until it was sure to remember the flavor for life. Then it could remove it, orgasm, and find some Goddamn way to show Me its appreciation for letting it taste the last unknown treasure of its God. 

I mean, listen to this Apex Alpha speak!

I then asked about the stigma of a straight Alpha like him actually marrying a faggot.

It was not difficult at all to propose marriage, I didn’t ask the bitch. I told it that it was to take My name, wear My ring, and submit to Me in this final way. I knew My dirty boy would wet its panties the instant it realized it would have the honor of living life and going to its grave as My wife, My legal possession, and of course it LOVES the world knowing it is MY cunt. I like that as well. I made My fucktoy as respectable as it’s possible for a faggot to be about five years ago. I must be honest, before I took My cunt to a new level of life I thought it had done everything possible to surprise and delight Me in bed. I, for once, was incorrect. As soon as I slid that ring on its finger as My owned fag it surprised Me in creative and unexpected ways. I realized that I had made a great choice years ago when I decided to cunt the bitch. My family really had no idea that I would take a faggot for My wifeslave. Both My mother and grandmother approved of boy as a mate for me without really understanding how their Alpha Child could love a faggot. They did love it though. cuntboy’s mother realized I was as close as her child could get to marrying God. She claimed Me as her own and even admonished faggot to obey and honor Me. None of them could ever hope to understand the situation so I  just allowed them to draw their own conclusions about our relationship. I grew up in New York in a catholic Italian family. Use your faggot imagination and you will realize My family is a bunch of ‘rough customers’ if you are intelligent enough to grasp My meaning. That is one more aspect of My makeup that makes my cumwhore’s pussy clench, Daddy is a REAL badboy. female cunts are thrilled by that aspect as well. I will not answer the ‘do You still fuck bleeding cunts’ question. I will say it has been a long time since I deigned to allow a breeder cunt My magnificent cock. I don’t intend to purposely hurt My wifecunt and if I do take a lowly female I know that My boy understands My needs but it will also crush something in its soul. And that is all the info you need on that subject faggot.

Their life today has many of the trappings of the traditional husband/wife roles.

Yeah My faggot stays home and does all the girly things a submissive cunt is supposed to do and it LOVES performing all the household tasks. What’s more,  it takes great pride in keeping a home that is worthy of My presence. After the privilege of becoming my hole to cum in presented itself faggot gave (its previous life) up to fulfill its destiny and to serve and be a possession of Mine. As if I didn’t have enough reasons to be a proud Alpha and deserved egotist, this undeserving but willing cumhole threw all that to the fucking wind for a CHANCE to belong to Me. As My cum guzzler will happily tell you. I AM AWESOME in every way. I mean what I said though faggot, that Information does not go beyond your faggot eyes and ears. If it is used on your site or you tell Jamie that I told you I WILL hunt you down. It wants no one to know that it was EVER anything but MY faggot cumhole.  Got that, dick licker?

Now, I realize that much of what Alpha Dino wrote sounds punishing and even cruel. I wonder how many faggots out there could’ve handled the 15-year onslaught of Alpha Dino’s power the way Jamie has. But there is real affection and love there, buried beneath the constant aggression and bluster.

I will end this by saying I usually let my boy know in private how much I appreciate and love him. Just this once I wanted to publicly show my feelings for my fucktoy, he’s a good little bitch and he’d better remember his place after all this praise. 

It’s hard to describe what it has been like to get to know Alpha Dino. The best analogy my battered brain can come up with right now is that scene in the movie Independence Day when the giant alien spacecraft comes out of the clouds and starts obliterating everything in sight.

Alpha Dino obliterated me.

Without a doubt, he is one of the most dangerously-powerful Alphas I’ve ever encountered. Life and death seem to be in his hands. He makes me tremble from an email, for fuck’s sake … how would I ever hope to survive in his presence?

I had this hope that he might come onto the podcast and talk about his Alphahood and his life with his fag wife, but he rejected that idea. It might be for the best. I’m terrified to even speak to a literal god like him.

So I sit here in the aftermath of the storm, catching my breath and grateful to have survived with the experience.

Thank you Master Dino!

This thread follows Chris as he discovers his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all of his posts in chronological order!

Even now I’m surprised at how quickly straight Alphas take to using faggots. Once they try it, they often go on a tear where they fuck EVERY faggot they can get their hands on. They’re like a starving Man who suddenly comes upon a banquet table full of food. In some respects, straight Men ARE starving … starving for the freedom to fully express their animal side. Faggots give them that hunting ground they desperately crave.

Alpha Chris is a prime example of this. He’s a dominant Alpha who spent far too much time hunting females and not finding complete satisfaction. Then he stumbled across me, and I was blessed to help him discover fag worship. His story has been so satisfying to cover, and it’s really just beginning.

He sent me a new follow-up that continues where his last email ended. And it’s a doozy:

So a few updates!

The friend that came over to watch the Lakers game…yeah we did way more than that lol. 

I had prepared us some game food and all that. But I also made sure to keep condoms nearby the couch in the living room where we were. Because I fully intended to fuck him. I mean I guess I wouldn’t have if he didn’t want to of course, I’m not a rapist.

Anyway, he came over and we milled around a bit, catching up, there was some slight awkwardness. But once we sat down on the couch that went away. I could tell he was nervous. But I was getting really fucking turned on as my own thoughts were wandering about what I wanted to do to him.

So the game was on but within the first 10 minutes of the game, I had pulled my cock out of my shorts. He perked up and looked at me and I nodded down to my cock. He dropped down onto the floor onto his knees and slid between mine. He quickly got to it! Slobbering all over my cock, deepthroating me. It felt fucking amazing. I grabbed him by his hair and made sure that he kept my cock in his mouth just how I wanted it and helped guide his head as I fucked his throat.

He kept trying to get out a muffled “your cock tastes so good” “fuck my mouth faster” and so on. At one point I slipped and called him a faggot! I got a bit nervous because 1. he’s my friend and 2. I didn’t want to use a slur against my friend. I’m still learning to be okay using it in general! and 3. it’s a word he DESPISES and rightly so!

However, the strangest thing then happened. After I called him a faggot, he moaned and undid his pants, pulling his little cock out and started stroking it. His sucking got more intense. So I said it again, “Keep sucking my dick, faggot. That’s right, be a good little slut for me.”

After a bit, I looked down at him and told him I was going to fuck him, which I don’t think he knew was part of the plan lol. He paused for a bit and during his silence, I grabbed a condom and threw it on my cock. He was clearly nervous and asked me if I was sure that I wanted to do that. I didn’t even bother to respond, I just pushed him down on the floor onto his back and quickly pulled his pants the rest off the way off of him. I pushed my cock slowly inside of him at first and he squealed. I’m fairly modest and don’t like to say I have a BIG dick. Most people who say that really don’t or aren’t believed anyway. But I’m not small, especially not in girth. So I’m sure there was a bit of pain with me shoving my cock inside of him.

But he took it well lol. Once I was in, it was over. I fucked that little hole as hard and fast as I could. His legs went over my shoulders and his hand was pumping up and down on his little cock. I thought I’d try to help him out and at one point, when his hands were gripping my arms instead, I went to rub his dick but he seemed to panic at that and grabbed himself again instead. So I think it’s what you recently said about fags not wanting the top (or Alpha) to touch them? But he was fine touching himself. Idk. Maybe I didn’t do it right, who knows.

Anyway, I fucked him deep and at one point I thrust really far in and his body tensed and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. So I think I may have cunted him! Because it was a new level and he made noises I’ve never heard anyone make and when I did that he came all over his chest. He was all mine and I pounded that ass into the floor lol.

After I came, I pulled out and took the condom off. He was laying there, practically limp on the floor. I opened up his mouth by pulling down on his chin with my thumb and pushed my cock into his mouth for him to clean it off. He (suckled if that’s the right word?) gently sucked on it until I went soft.

Once we both got our clothes back on, we watched some more of the game but he was cuddled up to me like a damn puppy or a kitten lol. Two more times he made me cum that night. Towards the end of the 3rd quarter, his head was in my lap and I was fucking his throat as I watched the game. His gagging and the Lakers dominating had my testosterone ALL the way up I guess lol. Because I started getting more aggressive in how I was fucking his throat, keeping him down longer on my cock, saying things like “that’s right, gag on my cock faggot. Your throat belongs to me now, bitch” and I slapped his face a few times when he tried to come up before I was ready for him too.

With each slap he moaned and went back to work though so I know I didn’t cross any lines.

After the game was over I took him over to the kitchen table, bent him over, and fucked him again. He was very surprised by my endurance lol.

While he was bent over the table, I used his own belt around his neck for some breathplay and better control. I don’t recommend anyone doing that that isn’t experienced though as an FYI. I think too many videos that I see of people using breathplay are using it very dangerously and they can seriously damage a person’s windpipe! Just as my own personal PSA. Even more experienced people like me can make a mistake. But these people do it because it’s “hardcore” and makes for hotter sex. Well, the sex isn’t going to be too hot if your partner’s dead lol.

Anyway, I digress. I choked him well and that practically took me over the edge in an instant.

He then left. So that was last Sunday. He has come over twice since then and I fucked him how I pleased both times. I told him about the stuff that I’ve looked at for the past few years about Alphas and faggots and he said he’s heard of the concept. He said he didn’t know how he felt about being labeled as “my faggot” but that didn’t stop me from literally a minute later having my cock down his throat and telling him to be a good faggot for me and do as his master says. To which he obliged. Something in me took it as a challenge. So…lol I think that’s been settled?
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Then Jake! The fag from the gym. I’ve also fucked him twice since last week. Once at the gym and once at my place.

At the gym, we fucked in the bathroom stall again much to the same effect as last time. Someone had walked into the bathroom while we were fucking though lol. I think the person was curious because they definitely lingered. There was no mistaking the sounds of my grunting, Jake’s moaning, and the sounds of sex itself. I was almost tempted to leave the stall and ask whomever was lingering if they wanted to join in lol. But of course I didn’t. I kept on doing as I pleased. Jake tried to say something about “I think someone’s listening” but I just threw my hand over his mouth, told him to shut up unless it was to moan for me or call me sir, and fucked him harder. So the person DEFINITELY heard that if they really did stay around lol.

He was over my place two days ago and I had him lick my asshole. I’ve never had someone do that to me before. But it felt great! At first he was just giving me the usual blowjob and moved down to suck on my balls at my command. I then got the idea and grabbed the back of his head by the hair, shifted my hips, and pulled his head down so he’d lick at my asshole. Since that meant his nose was pressed right up against my balls/taint, he moaned and said he loved my scent. Which? I dunno, I don’t think I have one other than whatever cologne I wear and my body wash. I know I definitely don’t stink and I pride myself on that. Even when I sweat and have been working out or fucking, I don’t get any gross smell which is good because some people definitely do. So I’m not sure what scent he was talking about since I asked him later if he meant my cologne and he just said “no, your scent.” So I don’t know. I know you’ve mentioned musk and all that on your site. So maybe that’s what he’s referring to but I don’t smell anything so I’m not sure.

But after he ate my ass, I fucked the life out of him as well. I told him he was my faggot and he nodded excitedly and told me he’d serve me however I wanted. That he wanted me to get out every fantasy I’ve ever had that I haven’t been able to do with my female partners. So that sounds pretty damn exciting to me.
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I haven’t told either of them about the other one. I’m not sure if I should? I mean I don’t view this as a relationship so I don’t think it’s cheating. But, I’m not necessarily sure on how all of this works. So any advice here would be appreciated! Hope you and your readers enjoy the update on my life. I know there may have been a few questions and such throughout this. So I hope I kept my thoughts somewhat organized for you!

Fuck now I’m hard again thinking back on all this, so I may call up my friend for a middle of the night booty call lol. Or I’ll just search your site for some good videos. There’s one in particular that I can’t seem to find anymore or on any other websites. It was a tumblr video so maybe it was lost to the purging over the last couple of years. But it was a video of a skinny twink/fag with blonde highlights in his hair and a top that was off camera. The twink was sucking the top’s cock and the top forced his head down which pissed the twink off and the twink said “I don’t like getting choked out” and the top said “I don’t like having my dick bit” then it cut to them fucking and the top said he was going to cum and asked where the twink wanted his cum “in his ass” or maybe in his mouth? and the twink said “ON my ass preferably” and so the top ignored him and came inside of him and the twink said “I said on” – I described it the best that I could from what I remember. But it was a video that always turned me on lol. So if you or any of your readers know what I’m talking about I would be forever grateful in that being tracked down. But I feel it may go down as one of those good videos that get lost to the internet and memory.

Sorry, I’m rambled on enough! Have a nice night, Sam!

Such an incredible account!

To answer Alpha Chris’ question, it is NOT cheating, obviously. Faggots are property, not lovers. Honestly, it would be a show of power to let the faggots know about each other. I would bring them together for a group worship session. When faggots realize that their Alpha owns other faggots, they tend to work harder to please.

I absolutely love hearing the experiences of straight Alphas like Master Chris. The power and enthusiasm they show is intoxicating. The faggots being bred by him and others are the luckiest in the world, and they’re doing the right thing by submitting. They are the stepping stones that lead these straight Alphas to heights greater than anything ordinary Men can imagine. The life of gods!

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!

There is honestly something magical that happens when a straight Alpha claims his first faggot. There probably isn’t a connection between human beings quite like what happens when an Alpha accepts a faggot as his personal property and the faggot surrenders itself to his control. It’s combustible.

What is it exactly? I was recently speaking with Alpha Parker about this, and we concluded that a faggot completes a Man in a more primal way than even a wife does. Ownership of a faggot satisfies the deepest need of a Man to possess and control, to own a slave or have a servant worship him. Every Man wants to be a King, and owning a faggot is the only real way a Man can experience that for himself.

Well, today Master Matt took that first step toward Kingship by claiming his first faggot, a beautiful sub from his gym named Michael.

But lets’ back up. After Master Matt determined that he wanted to own the faggot, Master Nick went with him to find a chastity cage. Master Matt spent $200 on a deluxe Holy Trainer – basically the Rolls Royce of cages – and had it gift wrapped.

Then the pair went to Master Nick’s house. Master Nick called Alex into a room in order to demonstrate to Master Matt how to put the chastity cage on his faggot. Master Nick showed him the plastic bag trick popularized by Caged Jock, which involves threading a plastic bag through the opening in the front part of the cage and using that to pull the penis into place so that it all snaps together.

Then Master Nick called Lee into the bathroom and he showed Master Matt how to milk a faggot. “It’s just like fingering a pussy,” was Master Nick’s instruction as Master Matt stuck his fingers into Lee. Within 30 seconds Lee was dribbling cum. Later Master Matt described this process as “weird, but I get it.”

I just want to let this sink in. Master Nick, one of the greatest straight Alphas to ever own faggots, spent the afternoon using his faggots to teach his Alpha brother. Why? Because Master Nick believes in faggot ownership and is fiercely adamant that it should be done right. And so, as any Apex Alpha would do, he’s passing along what he has learned to enrich a fellow Alpha. Beautiful!

So this morning Master Matt and Michael had a gym time of 11am. They met and worked out together like any other day. But after the gym they went over to Master Matt’s condo. Michael immediately knelt and kissed Master Matt’s feet.

Then Master Matt presented Michael with his gift – the Holy Trainer chastity cage! Master Matt had Michael strip naked, and he followed Master Nick’s instructions perfectly. Within a few minutes, Michael was caged and, more importantly, officially owned by Master Matt!

Michael became on owned faggot!

To cement this arrangement, Master Matt took Michael’s head and pressed its face into his crotch. Michael inhaled Master Matt’s powerful pheromones, which nearly made him dizzy with pleasure.

Almost immediately after being caged, Michael began furiously cleaning Master Matt’s condo, which would make the term “bachelor pad” seem like a sterile surgical room (“It was pretty messy,” said Michael later).

And in what I thought was a significant development, Master Matt left his new faggot alone in his condo to do its work while Master Matt ran errands. While he was out, he texted me:

Faggot, I caged my first faggot and now he is cleaning my condo. I am living the best life.

I asked Master Matt how he was feeling now.

It feels just amazing … to cage my own faggot is a great feeling.

But the real surprise for Master Matt occurred when he returned to his condo. The place was literally spotless and tidy. The laundry was washed and neatly folded.

Master Matt could barely contain his awe.

This faggot is good … this is amazing shit having my own faggot … this faggot did an amazing job of cleaning my place … it is spotlessly clean … this is going to be good for me … MIND BLOWING!

Later Michael, so high from his first day of service as an owned faggot, called its Master and asked if it could come back tomorrow to finish up some work at the condo. Master Matt enthusiastically agreed.

“Faggots really like doing this shit?” asked Master Matt to me later.

“We LOVE it!” I replied.

“I love it too,” said Master Matt, still in awe.

Master Matt has agreed to abide by Master Nick’s suggestion of waiting a few days before giving Michael the first feeding of his thick Alpha cum. This gives the faggot time to adjust to the cage and become sufficiently horny.

The idea of waiting more than a few seconds before breeding a faggot would never have occurred to the old version of Master Matt. He tore through faggots like tissue paper.

But today Master Matt took a significant step toward true Alphahood. He became the owner of a faggot, and now he’s taking on the role of trainer as he guides his new faggot to fulfill its purpose. And, in doing so, Master Matt fulfills his.

I’m so incredibly proud of my dear Master Matt and my new brother Michael!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

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!

I’ve had multiple people ask me for an update on Michael, the inspirational faggot who is (currently) serving a young Alpha who took over his apartment.

I’ve been badgering Michael for an update, and he finally found a little time to catch me up to speed.

I am doing fine Sam, although really busy. I have an awesome college freshman stud living in my apartment. He has pretty much taken it over and invites His jock buddies over for me to cook for, to do their laundry and to take care of their nearly constant sexual needs. Then with the quarantine lifted, the Alpha males in the building have been spending time with their girls, but that has not appreciably diminished their need for head. I think both of us understand why; they have discovered the superior quality of faggot head.

But the newest change in my life is my new boss at work. He is in His late 30s I would guess, but in awesome physical condition, movie star gorgeous, married (to a woman) and father to two boys. He is totally Alpha, not just as a boss, but in just about every thing that He does. But, of course, like most Alpha males, He just doesn’t appreciate His power or understand the nature of His entitlements. So I have taken it upon myself to educate Him. I started with the small stuff: bringing Him coffee until I could sense just when He was ready for another cup. Running errands, getting him His lunch from one of the food trucks that lurk outside our office, using my contacts to get Him upgrades to first class when He travels for work. I think He is at the first step, as you know, to the Alpha male’s awareness. Nothing sexual yet, but I sense that is on the horizon. He’s starting to talk about sexual things and His relationship with His wife.

Like any good faggot, no matter how many dicks we are getting, we are still scanning the horizon for the next one!

I completely understand Michael’s position. It’s impossible for faggots to have a straight Alpha around every day and not try to introduce them to worship. The challenge is irresistible.

Michael is one of my favorite faggots. He makes such a fine ambassador to the joys of actually LIVING the lifestyle rather than jerking off to the idea of it.

I hope he inspires you to deeper and richer service!

This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Matt, a straight male and friend of Alpha Jin who slowly came to understand the wonders of faggot worship. Click here to read all of these posts in order!

When an Alpha decides on something, it should be assumed that he’s going to get his way eventually. Why would there be any other outcome? Alphas are the superior force on this Earth, gods among Men, so they can make anything happen.

I say this because Alpha Matt, long missing from this blog, re-emerged recently after breaking up his latest girlfriend like Rip Van Winkle waking up from a coma. He reconnected with Master Nick (and me as well) with a renewed sense of purpose and desire.

He now wants to own a faggot.

You might remember Alpha Matt’s first exploration into fag worship was more along the lines of “pump and dump” than meaningful ownership. And he was downright brutal to some of the faggots he used, too. The debris of broken faggot parts left over from his assaults littered the landscape like a battlefield from a World War.

But something has changed in Alpha Matt since leaving his last girlfriend. He wants ownership of a true faggot. He wants to learn to be a good Master. He has seen the Kingship of Master Nick and the life of pleasure he enjoys, and he understands the errors of his ways. He wants to become more.

That’s very noble and commendable, I think. Men change as they grow older, and priorities shift into place. I respect Alpha Matt for wanting that for himself.

So after several reunion conversations with Master Nick, Alpha Matt decided he would find a faggot to claim for himself.

Now, it’s not hard for Alpha Matt to find faggots. He’s hot, hung, and has Alpha confidence brighter than the sun. They have always flocked to him; a trip to the gym for him is like a buffet of faggots served hot and steamy.

But he was looking for the perfect faggot, one not chewed up by excessive whoring. And almost instantly he found it – a 20-year-old bottom named Michael. The boy is perfect for an Alpha at Matt’s level; smooth, attractive, built upper body, slender waist. Really gorgeous.

Michael caught Alpha Matt’s attention when Matt noticed his used shirt was missing from his duffel bag. He knew Michael was the one who took it, and, from his previous experiences with faggots, he knew WHY Michael took it.

So Alpha Matt, as he typically does, walked up to Michael at the gym and bluntly told him he wanted Michael to read my website and that he was claiming him as his faggot.

One problem: Michael didn’t consider himself to be a faggot.

This is a pretty typical pushback from faggots when they are identified that way. I did it to some degree, Chin did it, and probably most faggots do. It’s scary to step over that line and admit that you were born to serve Men.

What really terrified Michael was the idea that he had to be locked in chastity for good in order to serve Alpha Matt. He almost refused to submit to that.

I spent hours wrestling with Michael over this issue, and at one point I nearly gave up and thought “he’s not going to work out.”

Then I made a point with Michael that big submissive bodybuilders wear chastity cages. This seemed to resonate with Michael. Then I said this:

“Think of the cage like a tribute to Master Matt. You show your submission to him by wearing it. You honor him by wearing it. It’s like a wedding ring for a faggot. It shows you are owned by a powerful Man.”

And we had a breakthrough!

Let me tell you this: Michael is going to be an amazing faggot for Alpha Matt, a truly powerful but undisciplined Alpha.

Alpha Matt is finding his way to becoming a worthy owner of faggots, and Michael is finding his way to embracing his faghood.

They can take this journey together and see where it leads! Many discoveries lay ahead!

This thread follows the story of Alpha Parker, an Apex Alpha in a long-term monogamous relationship who has suddenly discovered his true power over faggots. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

Sometimes life and circumstances bury us, hiding even our most basic instincts from ourselves.

In my time with this blog, I’ve encountered many Alphas who needed help realizing the truth of what they are after being emotionally locked away due to childhood trauma, struggles with addiction, or heartbreak. It’s crushing for a faggot like me to see Alphas in this state. It’s like seeing lions in cages at the zoo staring vacantly into the distance and barely remembering the power they have.

I met an extraordinary Alpha several weeks ago named Alpha Parker. He had been watching me on my various platforms from afar for a while before finally introducing himself to me. Once we started talking, it became instantly apparent that he understood Hierarchy and his place in it with such depth and profound reverence that I was taken aback. I don’t think I’ve heard an Alpha speak on these topics with such precision and confidence since legendary Apex Alpha Sir Titus graced this blog.

But the deeper I went into his mind and heart about his great Alphahood, the sadder I became. You see, Alpha Parker has been in a committed gay relationship for many years, and he has remained faithful to his partner the whole time. All I could see was a cage closing in around Alpha Parker just like those lions in the illustration above.

Even more painful were the stories Alpha Parker shared about faggots he encountered in his everyday life who trembled at his good looks, muscular, gym-worked body, and blazing confidence. He loved the flirtatiousness and the attention of the faggots, but he just wouldn’t take them.

Then Alpha Parker told me about a repairman who came to his house. He greeted the repairman in a tight muscle shirt and shorts that showed off the outline of his big dick. Alpha Parker enjoyed watching the repairman fumble nervously in his presence, so obviously wanting to worship the god standing there. Yet Alpha Parker allowed the faggot repairman to leave without using it.

This incident led to a long discussion between us about what Alphas really do for faggots when they use them. In short, when Alphas use a faggot, they unlock the truth of the faggot’s purpose and fulfill it. This very intricate conversation formed the backbone of Hierarchy Podcast #68 (CLICK HERE).

The pure logic of that conversation stirred something in Alpha Parker’s soul. He started thinking about the power he obviously had over faggots, a power that was being smothered by honoring monogamy. So today Alpha Parker decided that he was going to start asserting his Alpha privilege on the faggots he encountered during the day!

After his morning workout at the gym, an unwashed Alpha Parker drove to a print shop to pick up paper. He knew a faggot employee at the store that had always flirted with him. When Alpha Parker strode into the store, the faggot was behind the counter trembling with excitement as usual. Alpha Parker walked up to the counter with his paper.

“Is there anything else I can help you with today?” asked the faggot courteously.

Alpha Parker looked it directly in the eyes. “Yes, I need you to take care of me right now, in the back of the store or somewhere.”

Without hesitation, the faggot dropped what it was doing and led Alpha Parker to the back bathroom. Alpha Parker got in the stall, and the faggot followed. Immediately the faggot was on its knees and Alpha Parker’s big dick was in its throat. Alpha Parker put one foot on the toilet and proceeded to throat fuck the faggot until he came down its throat, the faggot swallowing every drop. Then Alpha Parker zipped up, took his paper, and left.

But he wasn’t done. He knew of a little faggot at a clothing store not far away. This petite faggot always flirted with Alpha Parker, tempting him several times to break his monogamy. Today would be the day the faggot had to pay up.

Alpha Parker walked into the store and the faggot, as usual, perked up. It bounced over to him.

Without missing a beat, Alpha Parker said, “I need you to blow me now. We need to go to the back and take care of this.”

The faggot immediately ordered its co-worker to handle the front of the store while it led Alpha Parker to a back office. There the faggot dropped to its knees and swallowed Alpha Parker’s dick while he leaned against a desk. It didn’t take long before Alpha Parker shot a load down its throat, the faggot eagerly swallowing it all. Alpha Parker zipped up, patted the faggot on the shoulders, and left.

But Alpha Parker still wasn’t done.

He went to a grocery store where he knew of a black cart boy who always seemed preoccupied by him whenever he came to the store. After searching the lot, he found the faggot working. He walked up and towered over it.

“I need you to take care of me,” said Alpha Parker directly, “follow me to my car.”

The faggot followed Alpha Parker to the car, and Alpha Parker ordered the faggot to get in the front seat. There he pulled out his dick and the faggot began frantically sucking it. Eventually, Alpha Parker pumped a load down its throat, and every drop was savored. Then Alpha Parker told the faggot to get back to work and he left.

When I talked to Alpha Parker afterward, he was in a daze. He was overwhelmed by the sheer power of his Alphahood and what he could do with it. He was stunned into silence by the fact that, with some Alpha boldness, faggots will literally do everything he commands.

And with that electrifying revelation came the sad realization that he could’ve and should’ve been living like this for years already. All of the missed opportunities swirled in his mind.

But now is no time for regret. The lion inside of Alpha Parker has been set free, and it is hungry! He has vowed to start fulfilling his Hierarchical purpose as an Apex Alpha predator and forcing faggots to submit to him so that both he and they can be fulfilled. He realizes that, through his use of them, he unlocks the truth of their faghood for them. And that’s a great gift to bestow on any confused faggot!

For any Alphas reading this, please learn from Alpha Parker’s example! You can literally walk up to any faggot you meet and get it to submit to you in whatever way you want. Its nature calls for it to obey, its soul craves the commands of Men.

By doing so, you are doing more than satisfying your own needs as an Alpha. You are also helping a faggot realize and accept what it was born to be.

It is your Hierarchical duty to fulfill this important task!

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!

I get many questions from faggots about the service of straight Alphas. I always warn them – you can definitely serve straight Alphas, but don’t expect it to last forever and definitely do not fall in love. It’s almost guaranteed that the straight Alpha will eventually fall in love with a female and leave the faggot behind.

But occasionally love has erupted between an Alpha and his faggot. In the five years of this blog, I’ve witnessed two marriages between Alphas and their faggots. So ultimately, it’s possible that love can occur.

But the letter I received from a faggot brother named Jamie really blew me away and destroyed any preconceptions I had about the potential of the straight Alpha/faggot dynamic. You see, Jamie met and began to serve a straight Alpha named Dino, and now 15 years later they are married!

The letter Jamie wrote to me is so breathlessly adoring of Alpha Dino (even after all of these years) that I had to re-read it a second time to absorb it all. It is one the greatest love letters I think I’ve ever read.

I’ll get out of the way and let James tell the story:

I first saw Alpha Dino at a friend’s home. He was staying with them while separated from his wife. He emerged from a shower and walked through the room on his way out. He had dark hair, blue eyes, dozens of tattoos, and a body to die for. He only had on jeans, tiny streams of water still adorning his body. Our eyes met and I immediately cast my gaze down, said hello, and tried not to orgasm. He was AWESOME. He grinned a tiny bit and went to his room. I told my friend, “I’m having that “. He said, “No, He’ll KILL you. He’s just out of jail and I’ve seen him beat men bigger than you down for just looking at Him.” I said, ” then I’ll die happy.”.

I stayed the night KNOWING that something would happen and sure enough at 6 AM there’s a knock on my door. It’s the Master. We started to talk and I was just honest about who I am and what I could be for him. We talked for 7 hours without stopping, discussing our past and present. At that time I just thought I could be his side piece and that He’d go back to the wife. I had yet to realize my true calling of faggot. He still had the attitude of Alpha Male but had been beaten down by so many women that He lacked confidence. His wife constantly undermined things like His dick size ( 9 x 5 wasn’t big enough for her) his looks ( He’s the most handsome Alpha I have ever seen) sex takes too long (when Daddy gets horned up he goes for hours and fills his bitch with several juicy loads) etc… so even though He hadn’t realized His Alpha potential, I did. Just as immediately He saw I was a faggot when I didn’t yet know my destiny.

So He decided to give a fag a try, only because I was a faggot who immediately worshiped him and because I was good for his self-esteem. He said we’d have a date. We rented a hotel room for after dinner but we never left that night. He was showering and commanded me to get in with him. He made me wash his Holy body. He got out, barked at me to hurry and wash and get the fuck in bed. I did. We got high and I worshiped his body for 4 hours. He refused to cum. I thought I might die. After lying awake at His feet watching Him sleep for 2 hours I put His dirty boxers up to my nose and mouth and went to sleep. In a while, I was awakened by His foot gently kicking my head. It was obvious I had cried myself to sleep. He grinned and told me to come to Him. He asked what the problem was and when I told him that I realized after our session that I knew I belonged to Him, that I was created for Him. I told Him His cum was all that I needed to be whole, to become everything that I needed to be, that His cum was sacred, it gave life, and how blessed I would be if He chose to gift me with it. He grinned and punched me in the chest. I came INSTANTLY and He became very serious. He told me He hadn’t cum because He hadn’t fucked me. He never came in a mouth because He came so much nobody ever wanted it. Girls had thrown up trying to take his cum, the few who even wanted to try. Never a cum freak I nonetheless told Him it was my destiny to be His and that meant swallowing every precious drop of His sacred cum. As a matter of fact, I had, overnight, developed an overwhelming NEED for every liquid from His omnipotent body. He ordered me to ” go get my fucking cum then cunt.” This Alpha Man/God shot a load like I never had before and I totally became his. I choked and swallowed, He growled and cursed and held me on it, forcing me to take it all.

Then the REAL sex and dominance began. He spent the next 19 hours fucking my face, cunting me for the first time, and showing me that I now belonged to him. That was 15 years ago and I still worship my Alpha God daily. I could count on 2 hands the days He hasn’t gifted me, blessed me with his gigantic load. I am proud to say I know what every inch of my Master’s body looks like, smells like, and tastes like. I am a lucky faggot. It was a VERY rough road for us. The situation fucked with Daddy’s head for years but we both finally found our path as Alpha Male and faggot (now I’m a faggot wife) I have His name, his seed, and His domineering love. Whether He makes love to me, fucks me, rapes and beats me, or just allows me to worship Him until He has no more cum to spray into me, I am truly blessed. He owns my soul. I am His…

I am truly blessed.  One of the best things about my Daddy is his ability to shoot a load and just keep on going. I am such a happy faggot. I am sure we’re not the typical Alpha and fag because of our different life experiences. He truly is a straight Alpha Male who just happens to love a submissive faggot. Not many people understand that He’s still straight. I did get permission to say this. When He decided that I could be one of His holes He was still fucking women, as a Stud should be doing.

But after about 5 years He decided no cunt but me would be allowed to have His cum because it so SO Sacred so He started keeping His used rubbers, tied up and tucked under His nuts for warmth, and bringing them home to lucky me. While I hate to admit I wished that He’d stop seeing women I knew an Alpha deserved to fuck ANY cunt that He wanted. The fact He was gifting me with His cum instead of them told me lots about His feelings for me. I tell you the 1st time he did that I worshiped Him until He had no more cum. We found out that when cum is depleted, then blood oozes out. I had my Alpha God’s sweat, cum, piss, spit, AND blood that night. That was also after the first night He allowed His fucktard cumhole to sleep wrapped in His hard, Macho arms. Now I am allowed to sleep in bed with Him most of the time. Sometimes I sleep at His feet which is very satisfying.  I belong at His feet  and sit on the floor between His legs unless i am busy caring for Him. Sometimes He allows me to sleep with my face in His junk when I have been a good bitchboy.  When I have been stupid or bad I might get smacked or punched or kicked. If I am VERY bad He will make me stand on my knees in the bathroom and watch him piss into the empty tub where I would usually sit and then rub out one one his huge loads and wash it down the sink instead of feeding me.

After 15 years I am His in every way. Thanks to our marriage He now LEGALLY owns me, I have his name, and I have worked my way up His relationship chart. That means from our 1st meeting I was his hole to cum in. That is the bottom rung. Next reward is being His cunt, then His bitch, then His boy, then His baby, and at last His wife. But as He says almost daily, just because I have made it to wife I should never forget that, at my base I am nothing but his hole to cum in. Nothing in this world could make me feel so complete, so at peace as knowing I am my ManGod’s hole to cum in. my life’s purpose is fulfilled.  I am His fag.

P.S. Don’t think it’s been an easy life. Our 1st year or 2 were VERY dark ones. It’s a wonder I am still alive to tell my story. Daddy was, and is, a REAL Man. He’s a thug, He’s been in prison, He’s beaten 5 men at one time with me watching. He’s beaten me badly, there have been separations, misunderstandings, and lots of drugs and sex and bodily fluids PUMPED into me–all of it His–but it was all worth my reward, Him. I only pray that I have been the best cumwhore and perverted dirty bitch that I could possibly be because that’s what my God deserves–the BEST!   

It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?

I absolutely loved the eruption of passion between these two from the start. Sometimes it overtakes us, doesn’t it? This awesomely-powerful straight Apex Alpha saw the worship he wanted in the eyes of this helpless faggot, and simply took it.

I also loved the bit where Alpha Dino would fuck a female and tuck the used condom under his balls to keep it warm so he could feed it to his faggot when he got home. So powerful!

Jamie has hinted that Alpha Dino might be willing to talk to me (apparently he is the strong, silent type) which thrills me to no end. I adore talking to straight Alphas about their road to faggot ownership, but this case is extra special because of the long marriage. I really hope he manages to give me some time!

I don’t know if this example helps or hurts the multitude of faggots hoping for something like this for themselves. I guess the lesson is that you never know what might happen whenever you meet an Alpha, but nothing will ever happen if you don’t submit and offer yourself. Jamie offered himself, and now he lives a dream with a God!

I am not a shy faggot; I think I could talk to a trash can for 10 minutes. And I’m pretty fearless, too. More than anything, these two qualities have allowed me to talk more straight Alphas into using me than I can even count.

It happened again two days ago. I ordered a Lyft to take me to a computer store so I could get a new printer. I was standing outside when the newer white Dodge Ram rolled up. So I hobbled inside (I’m still recovering from that staph infection) only to see a young, good-looking black guy behind the wheel.

Uh oh.

So I started talking to him, trying to test him to see if he is Alpha (because my Alpha sense was pinging off the charts). He definitely gave a couple of answers (“I like working for myself because I don’t like being told what to do.”) that confirmed to me he is Alpha.

So then I asked him why he wasn’t a model (he is that good looking).

“Eh, guys that do that I think are like fruit cups,” he muttered to me.

I was a little confused. “Fruit cups, Sir? You mean like faggots?”

“Yeah, exactly,” he replied, “and I ain’t like that. I’m a Top guy.”

I was a bit startled by the bluntness. “A, uh, Top guy Sir?” I stammered,

“Yeah, do you know that term?” he asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“Yes, I do. So you top guys … fuck guys.” I quickly responded.

“Exactly.”

Okay, now we’re cooking.

“Well that’s great Sir. I’m a faggot.” I replied proudly.

“Yeah I know,” he replied confidently.

So as my destination approached we talked about Hierarchy and our places within it. When we arrived, I excitedly asked him if he wanted to exchange numbers. He told me his name is Charles (I put it in my phone as Sir Charles) and that he’d hit me up if he needed service or domestic chores done. I thanked him as I left, and I went inside the store.

So when I got into the store, a salesperson immediately attacked me and took me over to the printers. Suddenly my phone started ringing – it was Sir Charles!

“Hey faggot, I need you to come back out here,” said Sir Charles. “I’m waiting by the front door.”

So I immediately left the salesperson standing there and I went outside to see the truck right by the entrance, boldly blocking the lane. I hopped inside.

“Couldn’t wait Sir?” I asked coyly.

“No, man, I couldn’t.”

“Did the conversation get you excited?” I asked.

“Yeah, it did.”

So Sir Charles drove around until he found a closed bank. He drove to the back and parked, then climbed into the small back seat with me. In one swoop he pulled down his basketball shorts, and there was his fat, semi-hard dick and huge, swollen balls.

I immediately went to work. The back seat was incredibly tight so it was hard to get a good angle, but his dick swelled up quickly in my mouth. IT WAS THICK. I wanted so badly to get it all down my throat, but it simply wouldn’t fit. I would occasionally lick and suck on his big round balls, carefully rubbing my face in his crotch so that I could enjoy his musk (which was fantastic!).

Eventually he needed to cum so he took over stroking his dick so he could cum on my face. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and received some of his sweet cum, which I loved.

Sir Charles drove me back to my place, and we talked more about faggot service. He’s mostly straight, but he likes to use faggots for worship and service sometimes.

“I’ve been looking for a faggot for a little while now,” he said, “and now I’ve got one pretty close to my house.”

When he dropped me off, he said, “Talk to you soon, my friend.”

“You mean, my faggot?” I replied playfully.

“My bitch,” he said more seriously. “You’re my bitch.”

I told this story to an Alpha I’ve been talking to recently, and he laughed. “I think it’s great that you look for chances to talk about Hierarchy with these Alphas you meet.”

What can I say? I’m not afraid to discuss it plainly with Men because it’s the TRUTH. Once they see the truth of it, they act accordingly.

Sometimes like Sir Charles.

The following is an ongoing series of questions from Turkish Alpha, a 36-year-old straight married Alpha who has recently discovered the glories of faggot worship. You can access all of these by CLICKING HERE.

Out of nowhere today I received a startling message of pure truth from Turkish Alpha. Longtime readers will remember this married Alpha who discovered fag worship a couple of years ago.

Like most married straight Alphas who discover faggots, he has a unique perspective on the difference and the value of both females and faggots.

And boy, he had a special message today:

Hi, remember me? Written to you a few times last year. Reminder: a 37 years old married guy with kids, using fags since 33 years old. Reading about pilot alpha Marco’s remark about how he forgets about what he is fucking is not a woman.. I couldn’t agree more.

Also for faggots, do not for a second think you need to be: good looking, young, hairless, hairy, feminine, masculine, this or that. Sure I have preferences over others but they are just..bonuses if they happen to be my fags. I do not really give a fuck about how you look as long as you are a proper servant. When you are serving me, you disappear. I exist. You are as beautiful as my pleasure.
I prefer bearded, huge, masculine fags over twinks, feminine little faggots. But an hairless tiny fag that swallows my cum is surely to be picked over a bearded 2m good looking fag that “don’t swallow”
Between two fags that swallow, I pick the one that I can face slap whenever I feel like it.
Offer me two slap-lover faggots, and I will go for the one that licks my armpits, asshole and loves when I piss on him.
When I fuck a woman, I love the feeling of pleasing her, the sense of duty, the pride of climaxing her.

When I fuck a faggot I love the feeling of being worshipped, I love being the faggots goal, being the one that matters.
These two are different needs of men, and women can not offer both. The more I own fags (I fucked 50+ different fags over last two years, most of them are ready to be picked up by a phone call if I want) the more I know what fags offer is irreplacable for men.

If you are a faggot (edit: or a Man) that thinks all this alpha-fag dynamic is just a “gay fantasy” you are wrong.

FUCK YES!

That is stated so bluntly and so clearly that it is breathtaking! Every word he writes is absolutely true!

How many examples can I include on this site before it becomes apparent? How many powerful straight Alphas need to raise their voice and flaunt their experience before people will understand??

I thank you Turkish Alpha for adding your fiery voice to the chorus!

This thread follows the adventures of straight Alpha Marco, a 31-year-old airline pilot who discovered faggot service two years ago. CLICK HERE to view all of these posts in chronological order!

For many straight Alphas, the discovery of faggot service and worship requires a near-miracle before they find it. Straight Men simply don’t look at other males as potential sex objects, and social stigma usually snuffs out even the slightest interest before it even begins.

For these Alphas, the thirties seem to be the point in life when they let their guard down. They’ve done plenty of girl fucking, and they’ve developed a sense of self and a confidence that allows them to start experimenting.

That’s certainly how it happened to be with a straight, successful Alpha named Marco. Devilishly handsome, with dark black hair and a chest hair trail leading down to his large dick (I’ve seen pics and can confirm this), Alpha Marco had no problem finding females to fuck. Ever since he lost his virginity in his early teens he had been bedding women the way other Men wished they could.

But there was this problem: as a commercial airline pilot, it was difficult to get pussy during his overnight stays in various cities around the world. Sure, there was Tinder and other virtual means, but given the game players and the requisite romancing required to get a female to open up and give him what he wants, Alpha Marco became increasingly frustrated at his options.

Then two years ago he came across this website.

Here Alpha Marco began to learn about his Alphahood. He began to understand why he loved throat fucking submissives. Why he wanted to use people for his own pleasure.

But, just as importantly, Alpha Marco learned that faggots existed only to service Men like him. And it all clicked.

It’s hard to explain haha. I always liked to watch very extreme facefucking vids. Like women getting their throats destroyed. But I quickly realised practically no woman was ever up for that.

But his research here helped him understand that faggots exist to be throatfucked by Alphas.

(Faggots) actually want to be (throatfucked). Like u don’t have to spend tons to take a bitch on a date just to get blown.

So I got grindr for when I was flying away from home. And when I was in hotels and went in first to show up of course is my cabin crew faggots hahaha! I’m a pilot and 99.9% of male cabin crew are faggots. Trust me! So I started doing it with them and kept at it especially when traveling.

Alpha Marco went into detail about his first time trying a faggot.

Well I was in NYC and thought what have I got to lose? I’m thousands of miles from home.

I want to destroy a throat.

I’m in town for 3 days so not enough time to find a bitch and get her to do it, and i dont want to waste money on a hooker, so I tried a grindr faceless profile and like three of the fags doing cabin crew on my flight showed up at same hotel. So I decided to speak to one and explain the situation, and he was open to it. So I did it to him and I really realised that fags will do anything for cock, like stuff I’d only seen in porn.

Over time Alpha Marco made it a habit of using faggots on these layover flights.

I really get off my holding the fags head and slamming the throat with no mercy. I love the mess that makes, drool everywhere, the gagging … Like you can really go for it with a fag.

Then Alpha Marco began experimenting with other forms of domination with these faggots.

And then i like some other stuff like getting my nips sucked and pits licked which women don’t really do. Yes I’ve been rimmed too but not fingered.

I asked a little more about his rimming experience (since straight Men often balk at this).

I don’t bend over or anything. Like if I’m on the couch getting sucked I raise my legs up a bit to give the fag access and I want to watch it so that’s the position that works.

So now Alpha Marco has faggots on rotation service and females back home. He’s living the kind of Apex Alpha life that even other Alphas would envy.

He summed up his experience nicely:

Sex is about power. To see how much they submit when you spit on them or something is really a big huge power play. So smashing a throat and making a fag rim or suck my pits really makes me feel like most powerful man ever.

Alpha Marco had a word of advice for other straight Alphas hesitating to use faggots:

I think many of them don’t understand the fag alpha dynamic. They think it’s about kissing and stuff. But you don’t have to do anything like that with a fag if you don’t want to. It’s like take your wildest fantasy from porn and do it them and they’ll do it. Honestly especially if the fag is super femme like I like them to be and they’re in a jock or something, I forget its not a woman. Like I don’t even pay attention to that.

Perfectly stated from a true straight Alpha user of faggots!

Alpha Marco has made it clear that if any appropriate faggots out there might want to service him at his various stops around the world, he would be open to communicating with you.

So get in touch in the comments below!

This thread follows Chris as he discovers his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all of his posts in chronological order!

So Alpha Chris was pretty excited after his first attempt to fuck and breed a faggot’s pussy. The tightness, the way it took a pounding … it was all eye-opening

So now he was ready to try more. Little did he know that his clever little fag Mark would unlock the Beast buried beneath Alpha Chris’s relative straight politeness.

So it has been a few days and Jake and I have been sexting plenty. Neither of us have gone to the other’s home. However, we did meet up at the gym again. We didn’t have time to fuck properly, but I did again fuck his throat raw. I imagined myself fucking his tight little asshole and proceeded as though I was. I was worried that it was maybe dehumanizing for him because he, as a person, kind of faded from my mind and all I could think about or feel was his throat around my cock. I wasn’t registering him as someone I was using, but rather only focused on what I was doing (a throat rut if that’s a thing?). I’m not sure how else to describe it but it’s almost like HE wasn’t there. Just a thing that was making me cum.

At one point he pulled off of my cock and I believe was trying to get a certain reaction from me, because I grabbed the back of his head to pull him back down on my cock and told him “You’re not finished,” to which he started sucking again but pulled back off and grinned a bit. I kept a hold of his head but, kind of angrily, said, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” And that’s when he told me he wanted me to be even rougher with him, to not let him up when he tried and to slap him if he did. So we established a safe word and he said he is a big fan of cnc (consensual non-consent for any of your readers who may not know) and being more dominated/humiliated with slaps/spitting/making his doms frustrated.

So I obliged since, as someone who enjoys rough and aggressive sex, I haven’t ever really been able to try out all of that with female partners. I’ve had some that enjoy slaps across the tits, choking, being called a slut or a whore, and letting me fuck them as hard as I thought I should (which was still usually me holding back otherwise I would have probably really hurt them just based on size and strength difference). But never slapping across the face and spitting on them. But it felt more appropriate and easier for me to do to Jake. Maybe because he’s a guy and not a woman, I don’t know.

But we continued, he tried again to pull off, and I slapped him across his face. The little fag moaned and he started playing with his own cock after that. I shoved my own back down his throat and held him there. There was no moving, I figured if he wanted to play that game then we’d play. I’m way stronger than he is and was showing grace before by allowing him to pull back when he wanted. I looked down at him and told him that when I put my cock in his throat, it doesn’t come out until I say it does and spit on him. His hand started pumping faster on his little cock lol. I continued thrusting as I pleased and soon after was pumping my cum straight into his throat. He choked a bit but I kept him there, telling him that he better swallow it all and lick my cock clean. He obeyed.

Astounding! Mark the fag managed to give Alpha Chris the space to develop his power and aggression! Very clever!

But there was an interesting coda to the email from Alpha Chris that involves a couple of his gay friends.

What often happens with Alphas once they are awakened to fag worship is the development of a sixth sense. All Alphas have it naturally, but the power becomes honed with experience.

What is this sixth sense? The ability to spot and control faggots and other subs.

Look at what just happened:

Other than Jake, the other realizations that I had messaged you about (a few of my gay friends that always “joke” with me) well I decided to test the waters with. I feel addicted now and I don’t know why lol.

But to one of them that “jokes” the most, I sent him a message on snapchat of me, shirtless after a workout. It said something like “How’s my progress looking?” and he responded back instantly with a load of compliments. So we messaged a bit and I told him “There’s been this guy at the gym that keeps watching me workout, I’m pretty sure he’s gay but I can’t tell.” and my friend said “Yeah of course people stare at you! I’d stare at you too! He may be gay but he’s just going to be disappointed when he realizes you’re straight lol.”

So I sent back “Yeah, but I gotta say, after so long in quarantine and without any pussy just about anyone is looking good lmao” and so that seemed to pique my friend’s interest and he said, “Oh really? Do tell” with like a laughing emoji thinking that I was joking.

So I decided to just go for it, and I was already getting hard from the thought of potentially getting my friend to come over and suck me off (he’s a good looking dude I must admit). I pulled my cock out and took a picture of it, sending it to him and said “I’d rather show you if you need more details.”

He took a few minutes to respond even after seeing the picture so I thought I had fucked up, but nope! He was apparently just awestruck or something lol and responded by telling me how much he wanted to wrap his lips around my cock and going into detail about how he’d suck me off. So we facetimed and continued dirty talking to each other and he got to watch me cum on my stomach which he said he wished he could lick it up off of me so it “wouldn’t go to waste.” So that was pretty damn hot.

Tomorrow (Sunday) the friend is coming over “to watch the Laker game” with me. But, I don’t think we’ll only be watching. Especially not after the facetime sexting. Though neither of us have mentioned it since. I’m not sure why, but I’m happy he’s coming over tomorrow. Maybe I’ll find out why then.

Oh Alpha Chris, you are definitely scoring a touchdown with this fag friend tomorrow!

This thread follows Chris as he discovers his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all of his posts in chronological order!

So after his first startling encounter with the faggot at the gym, Alpha Chris was obviously hungry for more. Quarantine has been rough on his heterosexual pursuits, and now he’s suddenly discovered a new avenue of pleasure and relief.

It didn’t take long, either:

I went back to the gym and there the fag was, kind of just idling by a few machines. When I walked through the door, he must have been watching because his eyes beamed and I could tell he got an ear-to-ear smile.

We really wasted no time. There were only a handful of people in the gym once again. I headed back to the locker room to put my stuff away and after a minute or so, he was in there with me. I gestured towards the bathroom stalls and we slipped into one of them. I pushed my shorts off of my hips and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down. He took his mask off and instantly opened his mouth for me. I fucked his throat for a little while, getting harder with each soft gagging sound he made. One of his hands had reached up and were massaging my balls and right up behind them. This fag knows what he’s doing!

Eventually I pulled him up to his feet and spun him around to brace him up against the back wall (leaned across the toilet) and spread his legs. Pulled his shorts off of that plump little ass of his. I took out a condom that I had prepped in my pocket, tore open the packaging and threw it on. I leaned down to spit on his little, puckered hole, and this guy (fag I guess I should keep saying?) was already shaking. I’ve never fucked another guy before but holy shit, Sam! As soon as I shoved my cock inside that faggot I nearly came. I didn’t thankfully, but I’m not ashamed to admit that it did something to me. His hands tensed up against the wall and he let out this little whimper and it threw me into a frenzy. I pulled back and thrust in again just to hear that same sound and I did. After that, there was no stopping me.

He let out soft moans of “please” or “sir, wait it’s a lot.” but I silenced him with a hand over his mouth and tightened my grip on his hips and did what I wanted to yesterday. I fucked the life out of this little fag damn near. My sex drive has always been EXTREMELY high. From the moment I hit puberty, I was humping pretty much anything that I could, pillows, stuffed animals, couch cushions, you name it. I felt the need to masturbate several times a day. Still do! To the point where I’ve had to take breaks at work to go jack off in the bathroom or in my car though I work from home at the moment so I’ve just been able to do so whenever I please. It calms down when I have access to easy sex but I haven’t had sex in about 6 or 7 months so…it was well past due. At one point we shifted and I had him up against the side wall instead so he could feel the full weight and presence of me up against his back rather than being bent away from me.
He guided my hand from over his mouth to where he wanted it around his throat and I obliged. Squeezing just enough to make him gasp and release and repeat. I kept my mask on but leaned my head down right up against his ear so he could hear me tell him that I owned his ass now. Which…I don’t know why that came out of me but it did! And it just felt right. So I guess you’re right, I’ve unlocked my Alphahood? I don’t know why I never recognized it as you said. But I guess it’s because I never fully thought too much about the dynamics and thought of this as all being more of a kinky sex dominant/submissive roleplay. Not…an actual thing that took over my brain when he first got my cock down his throat.
Anyway, he let out a soft little “Yes, sir” when I told him his ass belonged to me and I squeezed his throat tighter, commanding him to say it again at the same time I shoved myself all the way inside of him and watched his eyes almost roll in the back of his head and he shouted louder, “Yes, sir!”

After that I can’t really recall much of what happened, it’s almost like I blacked out but in pleasure. I remember pushing his head back up against the stall wall and grunting, thrusting as hard as I could until I came.
We both stood there, his legs shaking barely keeping him upright, my cock still buried inside of him and my weight pressed up against him, me trying to catch my breath. During this bit of huffing and puffing, he muttered, “My name is Jake, but you can call me whatever you want, sir.”

I nodded and told him my name. I pulled out of him and pulled the condom off. He then turned around and dropped down to his knees, licking very tenderly at my cock. His hands were working up my thighs and within a few minutes I was hard again. “I need to taste you again before you go.” Is what he said to me, so I ran my thumb over his lips and then moved my hand to his head, making a fist in his hair and pulled him back onto my cock.
He slurped and sucked perfectly. I think I really have found a fag for me lol. I called him a good boy as I slowly fucked his throat, getting my cock as far in as I could. When I came again, it wasn’t as strong as it was when I was fucking him, but it was still decent and he seemed just as pleased. Slurping it all down.
When we were done, he put his mask back on and we got redressed. We exchanged numbers so I guess we’ll see what happens from here on!

Glad to know that I am an Alpha rather than a Beta that I had assumed! I figured that with all the uncertainty and confusion that meant that I definitely wasn’t an Alpha. Even though I’ve been coming to your site for a few years, some of this stuff still goes over my head if I’m honest. And a lot of it has been skimming or just reading the stories and watching the videos because…well, they’re fucking hot and make me cum like no other.

I’m interested to explore this part of myself though I still don’t know whether to label myself as bi/pan or what. I have a few gay friends that I may try asking (and now looking in hindsight gay guys have ALWAYS flocked to me, even in high school). I’ve never cared and in fact have always welcomed it, I’m welcoming of anyone and enjoy everyone’s company bi, lesbian, straight, gay, trans, black, white, asian, disabled, asexual, nonbinary, whatever. You name it. Also, I was decently popular in high school and if I thought someone was picking on another guy for being gay I’d rough up the bully and they’d usually be left alone after that.

Plus gay guys in particular have always been super fun to be around! Though, I guess if I’ve been an Alpha this whole time then maybe they’ve just recognized that when I didn’t? Regardless, I’ve always had no less than 3 gay guy friends in my life. And…now I’m realizing that all the times I’ve had different ones “joke” to me that they want to try to turn me gay…or that they’d be willing to help me experiment…Sam. I’m an idiot.
As horny as I’ve been all fucking quarantine…I maybe could have had a whole host of ass at the ready for me. I know you can’t see me but I just had to put my head in my hands for a few minutes lol.

What we are witnessing here is the rise of a very powerful and primal straight Alpha. Not a bisexual Alpha or a pansexual Alpha – STRAIGHT ALPHA!

Alpha Chris is using this faggot exactly the way straight Alphas have always used faggots. We reassure Alphas of their sexual power and virility. We assist Alphas through dry spells with females. We do all of the dirty things females are afraid to do, and we do it for as long as the Alpha wants.

None of this changes the Alpha’s sexuality. In fact, it reaffirms it.

This thread chronicles the rise of Alpha Jeremy, a 20-year-old college student who has discovered both his Alphahood and the use of faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

One of the great gifts of running a site like this is the wealth of stories I’ve accumulated about young Alphas coming to understand their powers and how to flex them. It’s now beyond any doubt that Alphahood is something born within certain Men, and even from an early age these Men must exert their will and take the spoils of the world.

My latest evidence of this is an extraordinary 20-year-old Alpha named Jeremy. For him, dominance came early and easily. Before he even understood what it was raging within him, he knew he needed power. It all began in sophomore year of high school.

I’m almost 20. But I have been an alpha for as long as I can remember. Finding your page and YouTube channel has really been feeding my ego, making me even more of a man in some ways.

First time I experienced a faggot’s worship was in my sophomore year of high school, it was wonderful but he wasn’t the type of fag to completely give himself up to an alpha. Finding out about you makes me feel I deserve better.

As time went on, Alpha Jeremy noticed the difference between trying to fuck girls and getting blow jobs from random gays.

And now that I realize there are so many fags that literally beg to serve, I won’t ever have to go through that again. Sometimes, females are harder to get so I enjoyed finding gay people that would just sick my cock easy without having to go through a date and shit like that. Gay people are easier to get blowjobs from. Fags are even easier.

Once in college, Alpha Jeremy would cruise the nearby park, dragging acceptable ones to a secluded area and throat fucking them.

Then, about six months ago Alpha Jeremy met a fellow student who was definitely a faggot. It didn’t take long for Jeremy to get his dick inside this faggot, a slender boy named Pete.

And Pete began expanding Alpha Jeremy’s mind to other forms of pleasure.

One thing I’m starting to get into, is feet worship. Had my fag worship my feet a few days ago. Felt so great to relax and have kisses and licks all over my feet. Such a sign of obedience and submission. He had been begging me for about 2 weeks to worship my feet. He would kneel and ask to worship my feet. So I decided I’d just get it over with. Ended up enjoying it.

Alpha Jeremy also tried an even more taboo fetish – rimjobs.

He’s done everything. Ass licking too … I’m in love with rimjobs!

In the six months that Alpha Jeremy has owned his faggot, he has slowly taken over its life. The faggot now cleans and cooks for him (and then takes care of his owner’s sexual needs).

But for a young dominant Male, even that isn’t enough. Notice what Alpha Jeremy did to exert total control over his faggot:

I actually felt bad when I first started claiming him as my property. He missed his family vacation and I made him come up with a lie. But i came to the conclusion that if it’s gonna be my faggot then it’s my choice if he goes or stays. Knowing my role, I don’t feel bad anymore. And he knows it was better to stay and service me. And it’s kinda funny knowing his family is on vacation while he’s licking my butthole. I would think about that when getting my ass worshipped. And on his birthday 2 months ago, I didn’t go easy on him. I told him it was just another day being a slave. Didn’t even tell it happy birthday.

As Alpha Jeremy’s power grows, he is beginning to truly understand the huge difference between Alpha like himself and the faggots that serve him.

I just think of myself as a God compared to faggots. Fags are the lowest of the low and should be thankful to service me.

I asked Alpha Jeremy what it was about this site that helped him (since he was already using and owning faggots by the time he found FWA), and he gave an interesting answer:

(The site) helped me realize the level of service that I deserve. I showed my fag the site and he agrees with pretty much everything on there. I thought I was on the edge of being extreme before I found your site.

Now I feel like I deserve everything.

Indeed, Alpha Jeremy does … and he most certainly will have it all!!

This thread follows Chris as he discovers his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all of his posts in chronological order!

Alphas seem so powerful to us regular people that it’s sometimes hard to remember that some of them do struggle to find and accept their Alphahood. Sometimes the resistance comes from childhood trauma, or maybe a loss of confidence arising from some failure. Whatever the case, it can be a winding road before this discovery becomes clear to an Alpha.

So it has been with a Man named Chris. He’s been a lurking reader of this site for a couple of years, always jacking off to the stories and videos, but never seeing him as an Alpha like the ones I’ve covered.

But he recently wrote to me about an eye-opening experience he had recently that may have forced him to finally acknowledge his true calling as an Alpha. Here’s what he wrote:

Anyway, in my town the gyms have reopened. Albeit with a lot of precautions in place. You must wear a mask, there are shields up, social distancing and everything. Which I’m very thankful for. As I’ve been fairly concerned about contracting anything (which makes this story all the more dumb maybe but…the power of sex is stronger I guess lol). Anyway, since they reopened I’ve been going again the past few weeks. There’s never many people there, despite the decently sized gym. Maybe about 10-15 tops? This time there were about 5 or 6 counting myself.

I’ve always noticed this other guy there (I noticed him pre-pandemic too). We must have similar schedules as 8-9 times out of 10 we’re there are the same time. Though he usually leaves a little earlier than I do. It got to the point where we give a little gym, head nod as a hello but we’ve never spoken.

I’m not a small guy. I’m 6’3 and fairly muscled. But not shredded (especially not after quarantine lol I got a bit of dad bod started). This guy is, maybe about 5’7 or 5’8. So a ways shorter than me. Slim build and your typical “fag” frame I guess. Just to give you an idea of the size difference here.
So during my workout I kept seeing him glance over at me. Which I thought was a bit odd, especially since it was like he was trying to “steal looks.” Whenever I caught him staring, he’d turn away or quickly walk off or pretend he was doing something else. I thought it was weird but also that I was reading into it. At one point, I was on a machine to workout my back muscles and he was at a station across the way working on thigh muscles (his machine: you brace your foot on a pedal of sorts and push backwards and it works out the glutes and thighs). So this machine was really showing off the curve of his ass which I finally started noticing was…rather plump for his frame.

I was fixated and my mind started wandering to your site and well, I got hard. Noticeably so. I threw my towel over my lap and kept working out my back, but I was still fixed on his ass. It then occurred to me…oh shit. He’s facing the wall of mirrors, so he can SEE me staring at him. Oh fuck oh fuck, I hope he didn’t see me get hard.
So I got up, tried to play it cool, and just went to the locker room, planning on getting my stuff and getting out of there so I could just come home and jack off in peace.
However, as I was getting my stuff from my locker, I heard someone else come in the lockerroom/bathroom. And lo and behold it was him.
My cock was still rock hard and I was no longer hiding it since I was the only one in the locker room. His eyes were directed right at it. My heart felt like it was about to burst from my chest as I was trying to think of something to say. But then he started walking towards me and it caught in my throat. So I couldn’t say much of anything.

Instead I turned my back up against the lockers and watched him drop to his knees and pull my cock out of my shorts. He pulled down his mask and went right on in with slurping at my cock. There was like…this shift and my hand grabbed the back of his head and I guided his head up and down on my shaft. Pushing him further each time until I was properly fucking his throat. I then found my voice and commanded that he look up at me.
When he did…holy fuck, the look in his eyes. It was pure submission. And I felt it. Like…is this what alphas get off on? Like I don’t know how to describe it but it was as though his only want in that moment was for me to own his throat. So I did. I dirty talked him as I pulled and pushed his head along my cock. Telling him to take it like a good boy for me, and each time I complimented him and told him how nice his throat felt or how much I liked his tongue gliding up and down my shaft, his eyes lit up.
Eventually I felt like I was about to cum and I let him know, to be courteous and I didn’t know if he wanted to swallow a stranger’s cum. But he put his hands on my hips and pulled in like he wanted me to shoot it as far down his throat as I could so he wouldn’t spill a single fucking drop. And he did not spill. As soon as he did that my thrusts became more wild and I fucked his throat raw. Sending several ropes of cum into his throat. After I was finished I pulled my cock from his lips and lightly patted him on the cheek while I tried to catch my breath. He put my dick back in my shorts and pulled them back over my hips.

We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds and finally I just said “Thanks.”

He smiled, pulled his mask back up and told me he hopes I’ll be at the gym tomorrow too. Then he left the locker room before I had time to pull my thoughts together.

So not quite an alpha/fag encounter I don’t think? I don’t know. But I’m interested to see what’s going to happen tomorrow since…I will definitely be going to the gym again.
I don’t know if this makes me gay or bi or what. I kind of figure, a hole is a hole/ a mouth is a mouth. And from what I’ve gathered from your site not all alphas (though Idk if I’m an alpha) are gay. Some are straight that just use fags. I definitely wouldn’t mind pining that guy to the floor or the wall and having my absolute way with him. I would tear that ass apart. But. I’m usually just aggressive in bed. Which of course, not all my female partners like so I don’t get to do it very often unless I hook up with a woman that likes being dominated. Which they are out there! But I still feel the need to be more careful. Whereas…I guess with another guy, it’s slightly different? Though it shouldn’t be. I don’t know.

You can hear the confusion in his words, can’t you?

Let me just broadcast it to the world:

Sir, you ARE Alpha!

This is the PROTOTYPICAL Alpha/fag encounter! You’ve been reading me for a couple of years and you don’t recognize it?

I honestly think it just takes that one skilled and brave faggot to bring out a Man’s Alphahood, and this nameless gym faggot was that faggot!

I haven’t received an update about Alpha Chris’ further adventures with this faggot (hopefully he breeds the little cutie), but there’s no stopping this train anymore. Alpha Chris has tasted the true fruits of his blessed life, and soon he will hunger for more!

Alphas and Masters love owning faggots. Why wouldn’t they? Faggots are like faithful dogs that can be fucked, ordered to cook and clean, and always gives back non-stop worship.

Alphas and Masters also love the pliability of faggots. Since faggots are possessions of Men, these superiors can make faggots do whatever they want or modify them in whatever way they choose. That might mean keeping the faggot in a doggie cage. It might mean having the faggot drink urine. Most commonly, it means putting the faggot into a chastity cage.

Those are all the fun aspects of faggot ownership. But ultimately a faggot is a valuable possession of a Man, and valuable possessions need to be cared for and protected.

That intro leads me to an extraordinary event that happened this weekend.

Chin (Master Jin’s faggot) and Alex (Master Nick’s faggot) had been talking to each other and devised a way to get a key for their chastity cages because they were getting frustrated being locked up. Eventually their plan was discovered, and both Masters were at their wit’s end trying to understand the problem.

Now, I had been in their ears for so