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 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 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!

The start of this blog in July of this year profoundly changed the complexion of the entire year, and probably the rest of my life. Through this site, I was able to tap into a deep, rich vein of faggots and Alphas that I didn’t know existed. I thought I was all alone in the universe, a loyal and dedicated faggot serving straight Alpha Males in my personal life. Now I’ve discovered so many faggots just like me, and so many more straight Alphas seeking worship. It has been a wonderful time of reflection and personal enhancement.

I wanted to take a moment to highlight some of the important people I’ve met through this blog who changed my life over the last few months. This is in no particular order.

Alpha Peter

I met this local Alpha last summer, and we’ve come close to meeting on several occasions. The major stumbling block: Alpha Peter expects me to pay $200 every time I let him throat fuck me with his giant cock. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: Alpha Peter has awakened certain incestuous desires within me (he has a thing for incest), and our sex conversations are quite hot. It’s always wonderful to be able to talk to a 24 year old straight frat stud with a huge cock.

Texas Alpha

One of the greatest straight Alphas, Texas Alpha was new to the whole idea of using fags when he came across this blog. We quickly struck up a conversation, and before I knew it Texas Alpha owned a personal fag while also maintaining a relationship with a girlfriend. Personally, the tale of Texas Alpha was one of the most intriguing ongoing stories on this site in 2015, and there is more to tell. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: He is sexy and straight, believes he deserves worship, yet he treats me in a firm-but-kind manner. I am lucky to serve him.

California Alpha

My initial conversation with California Alpha blew my mind, and he has continued to impress me. California Alpha is living proof that Alpha Males are BORN, not made. Recently, California Alpha has shared private information with me that has made me respect his power even more. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: He’s a God among Men, and he has chosen to own little ol’ me even though he owns multiple women and faggots. His generosity within our “relationship” has been astounding given that, as an Alpha, he owes me nothing. I hope to serve him for a long time.

Jake (Texas Alpha’s fag)

This 18 year old cutie was an inexperienced virgin when he reached out to me, desperate to meet Texas Alpha. I arranged for the two to meet, and magic happened. Although I was extremely impressed by Jake’s willingness to serve Texas Alpha completely, I also fell in love with the fag’s sweet nature and genuine kindness. I often call him my “little brother,” and I mean it. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: Jake proved that there are real fags out there eager to serve real Men. He also proved to me that fags can forge true bonds of friendship.

Derek

Derek is a tough one for me. He’s a married fag, a situation that gives me all sorts of reservations. Yet, I love Derek’s open-heartedness and honesty, even when I was particularly critical with him. He’s humble and thoughtful. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: Like Jake, I’m glad to be able to call Derek my friend, someone I will always support, even in the difficult decisions he faces.

Toronto Alpha

I haven’t spoken much about Toronto Alpha here, mainly because he forbade it. He is a gorgeous black Alpha who lives just outside of Toronto. He prompted a recent article about gay Alphas, since Toronto Alpha is one of those rare Alphas who is entirely gay and without any experience with females. Despite being gay, Toronto Alpha wants to own a fag slave of his very own. If I didn’t have obligations, I might already be there serving him. Maybe someday. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: He is a strict disciplinarian, but, like the best Alphas, he challenges me with intelligent conversations. He currently has me restricted from masturbating, my first attempt at this in a long time. I lvoe that he wants to push those buttons.

Tom The Dom

What can I say about @tomthedom80? This married Alpha is one of the sexiest Alphas I’ve never met. It’s amazing how a straight Man like @tomthedom80 can completely understand how to use fags. I never get tired of his eloquent, insightful musings on the subject. If I were ever to again break my “no married Men” rule, it would be for him. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: Few Alphas can express what it’s like to actually be an Alpha better than him, and his insights have expanded my understanding of an Alpha’s perspective and thought processes.

Alpha Santi

Master Santi was one of the first Alphas I met online after stumbling into this well-hidden underworld. Much to my surprise, Alpha Santi, living in the UK, was just 17 years old. I had no idea, because he spoke to me like an Alpha much older and more experienced. Over time, our situation has deepened considerably, and I’ve watched in wonder as many fags and women have submitted to his burgeoning power. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: With surgical precision, Master Santi exposed my own insecurities and, rather than use that for the purpose of humiliating me, instead used it to help me grow.

Serving Superior Men

The beautiful faggot running @servingsuperiormen has been an inspiration for many fags on Tumblr. His experiences with Alpha Rex mirror many of my own past experiences with Alphas. He continues to set the correct example with kindness and politeness. His Alpha should be very proud of him. WHY I’M GRATEFUL: Like I said, he demonstrates the proper mindset of a true faggot, and lives it with bravery and humility. He’s everything to which a faggot should aspire.

Alpha Chris

I haven’t written much lately about my hot straight friend Chris who lives in Texas (here he is teasing me with a jerk off video). As long as I’ve known him Chris has always been kind and sympathetic to my depraved nature, often laughing off my offers to serve him. However, over the last couple of months, he has changed our relationship significantly. He’s become much more aggressive and demanding, often ordering me to create sexy audio clips for him so he can jerk off to them. It’s been interesting to see him change from “nice straight guy” to “dominant fag owner.” WHY I’M GRATEFUL: He proves that most straight Men – even the so-called “nice” guys – have the desire and need to dominate. They simply require a willing outlet.

I could go on forever, but these are the Alphas and fags that impacted me the most in 2015. Thank you to everyone for your support and insight! You inspire me!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

A few years ago I met a young black Man named Chris. A friend of mine, aware of my writing background, asked me if I could help Chris with his final college term paper. Even though I wouldn’t be paid for it, I agreed to speak with Chris and possibly help him.

Chris and I played phone tag for a few days before finally making plans to meet at my condo. When Chris finally arrived on that crisp April evening, I was stunned to be confronted with one of the sexiest young black guys I’d ever seen. Chris was tall and thin, not really muscular but well-built. His body looked something like this:

Chris wasn’t a thug, however. He looked stylish with his distressed jeans, big black boots, and layered shirts. His clothing choices revealed his obvious charisma and confidence. Even within the first minutes of our meeting, Chris took over my condo with his easy charm. Chris was comfortable in his own skin, as if no situation could ever rattle him or disrupt his sense of purpose.

We began working on his term paper together. Chris explained that he needed a good grade on the term paper, as he was planning to transfer to Chicago after the summer to finish his degree and didn’t want to take the class again.

It didn’t take long for Chris to figure me out. He would lounge on the nearby bed while I typed at the computer, and he noticed my eyes studying his body as we talked. Soon, I was doing all of the writing while Chris played on his phone and ate my food. At one point, he even asked me to stop writing and make him a milkshake, which I thought was incredibly bold.

We didn’t come close to finishing the paper on that first night (thank goodness!), so Chris asked to come back. I agreed with obvious enthusiasm.

The next night Chris came back looking even better: brand new red and white Nike hightops expertly matching a red Oxford unbuttoned halfway down his torso. Chris smiled when I audibly gasped at the sight of him.

First, I fed Chris a lasagna I made especially for our second meeting. Then, like the previous night, I worked while Chris lounged on my bed, his long legs swinging over the edge. I couldn’t stop myself from looking over at him and smiling.

Finally, Chris decided to take some action. “Man, I really appreciate this help,” he said. “Are you sure I can’t pay you something?”

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” I stammered, “I’m glad to help you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, standing up. I only saw him out of the corner of my eye at first, but my heart suddenly started throbbing in my chest.

I turned to look up at him. He was standing over me, staring down at me. Then he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. I kept looking up at him, almost terrified, as he slid his boxer briefs down.

I laughed nervously before looking down to see Chris’ long, fat dick semi-erect near my face. I stopped laughing. I couldn’t really believe this was happening.

“How glad are you?” he asked ominously.

“Very glad.”

With that, Chris took me by my head and guided it down on his cock. Then he started ruthlessly fucking my face while I sat in the chair. Clearly Chris was turned on by taking me this way, because before long he was moaning so loudly that I began to panic that my neighbors would hear him through the walls. Finally, with a guttural moan and a few hard thrusts, Chris shot a load in my mouth.

After I cleaned his cock, Chris dressed and said he had to leave. He wanted to come back tomorrow to finish working on the paper. I nodded in agreement, still savoring the load sliding down the back of my throat.

We met a couple of days later and managed to finish the paper, our session ending with Chris forcing me to service him while he laid across my bed. He thanked me for writing his paper as he left that night, but nothing else.

That summer I occasionally heard from Chris whenever he needed a blowjob. He would stop by my condo late at night, or he’d text me some cute message like “hey, you up for another term paper assignment? I am!” before coming over and throat fucking me.

One Saturday near the end of the summer Chris said he wanted to spend the night. I grilled some hamburgers and waited. He eventually arrived, typically unapologetic, and ate my food. We didn’t talk much. There was a somber resignation in the air between us, knowing that he would be off to school soon and we might never see each other again.

Finally, Chris said he wanted to take a shower. He asked if I wanted to join him, but I told him I preferred to watch.

“Why?” he asked, confused.

“Because you’re beautiful,” I said.

He smiled confidently. “Yeah, I knew you’d say that.”

So I sat on the toilet and watched him shower. He put on a show for me, slowing soaping his body while watching my worshipful gaze. He loved the attention.

After he toweled off, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the bedroom.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. I obeyed. Then Chris pushed me onto the bed, sidling next to me.

“Suck my dick,” he commanded, placing his hand on my head.

I put his big dick in my mouth. It tasted of soap and salty flesh. As he grew harder in my throat, I could hear him pull something out of his nearby backpack. By the sound of the tearing wrapper, it was a condom.

He pushed my face away as he started to put the condom on.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he stated in no uncertain terms.

He rolled me onto my stomach and placed a firm hand around the back of my neck, forcing me into the mattress. Then I felt his thick cock head pushing against my rebellious hole.

There was a moment of panic. Chris was the first black guy I had been with since my rape several years earlier (I wrote about that here), and I had trouble being fucked since then anyway because I would often have flashbacks to that scary night.

I flinched, but Chris held me in place. He had already decided what he wanted, and he was going to take it. So he pushed inside me slowly, allowing me to feel every inch until it filled me up.

“Oooh fuck,” Chris moaned. He moved slowly at first, as if he was savoring the tightness of my hole around his shaft. But instinct quickly took over, and Chris began aggressively hammering into me. Frankly, I couldn’t believe I was taking a forceful fucking like that without passing out.

Eventually Chris released his tight grip on my neck and laid on top of me. The weight of his lean body on mine was sensual, and Chris began to grind into me. He was breathing into my ear.

“Turn over on your back. I want to fuck you like a bitch,” he whispered.

“Chris … I can’t … I can’t take it,” I begged.

Angry with my reaction, Chris lifted himself up with his arms and began to pile-drive me with his giant cock. I screamed in shock and pain, but he didn’t care. After a couple of minutes of pure, animal pounding, Chris groaned loudly as he came.

After he finished, Chris pulled out of me and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Meanwhile, I curled up in a ball, my asshole throbbing from the violation. I couldn’t catch my breath.

Chris came out of the bathroom and started to put his clothes on. He looked over at my shivering, frightened figure on the bed.

“That’s what you get,” he said calmly. “Don’t ever tell me ‘no’ again.”

“Okay,” I replied meekly.

Chris gathered his things and left.

Years passed, and I had moved on to serve other Alphas. Then one afternoon I received a call from a number I didn’t recognize. I let it go to voice mail. When I retrieved the message, I was stunned to hear Chris’ voice again. He said he was coming to town and would love to get together to “do more writing,” followed by a knowing laugh. I was happily surprised that he still had my number.

He said he would call me, but the call never came. Any messages I’ve since sent have gone unanswered.

Alphas like Chris are like vast gleaming ocean liners, and fags like me are simply convenient and useful ports. Alphas stop only to take what they need from each fag before sailing away. The fag, thoroughly used, can only watch his departure and hope the tide might bring him back someday.