This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

After an absence of more than a year (last contact was March 16, 2019 – CLICK HERE), Frat Fag has returned from the dead!!

I cannot tell you the number of emails I sent to Frat Fag during that long, dark year since my last contact with my inspirational brother. I pored over previous correspondences, desperate to figure out if I had said something hurtful that may have made Frat Fag abandon me (it happens frequently, as you might imagine). None of my emails received a response. I was like a lovesick, Victorian-era diva tossing letters to her lover into raging waters without a reply.

This is, of course, far from the first time this has happened to me. Many people with whom I’ve developed e-relationships disappear without a trace.

But Frat Fag was different. He was truly a brother to me, and someone I cared for deeply. I felt actual pain over the loss of my younger brother, and pined for his return like a sad puppy whimpering at the back door for its puppy friend.

Then, seemingly by a miracle, Frat Fag reappeared in my inbox yesterday! And not only did he let me know he was doing okay (I was legitimately beginning to worry about his life status), but he caught me up on his situation with Apex Alpha Duke.

Here he is, telling his own story with his typical eloquence:

It’s a bit painful to recall. But I will do it for you because of what you’ve helped me with.

Everything was going well, Duke and I were fucking to our heart’s content. He was breeding me, using me, making me his and only his.

Eventually…I guess I fell in love along the way. I told him as much. But the thing is he told me he loved me too. But I guess he never really meant it.

We ended up one day arguing about something stupid, I can honestly hardly remember what about because it all turned into about a week’s worth of us not even talking to each other, instigated by me. Every time we came close to making up, it would devolve into arguments about irrelevant things that had annoyed one of us previously. Bringing up old shit into the present.

One day we came back to the apartment and he sat me down and told me he was ending us. I fucking broke and sobbed. I begged and begged that we do what we can to fix it, but he wasn’t hearing it. He said he cared for me but that it wasn’t healthy and he didn’t want to be apart of it any longer, that he’s not going to deal with the ignoring each other. I promised to change but it didn’t matter. I asked if he ever actually loved me and he said he would always care for me. And that shit hurt as well.

We tried to be friends afterwards, but it was odd. He would withdraw but also still be nice to me, but then blocked me on social media, helped me with a medical emergency, but then a few days later had turned a cold shoulder to me. He helped me move, we fucked twice, but said that he was removing and separating himself away from us and that I needed to do the same. He then became increasingly angry with me when I guess I didn’t know how to let go and kept trying to talk with him to just get clarification on what happened. And he just turned cruel, saying we weren’t friends, weren’t in a relationship, and that he wanted me to leave him alone.
But I still felt there were things being done to get my attention, make me jealous, string me along. Which just led to more confusion within myself and kept me holding on. I had several breakdowns and…was in a very dark and low place in my life for so long. Several times I’ve been suicidal, not necessarily because of him – but the situation was just a cherry on top of the mounting depression and anxiety that I was dealing with.

Since then I’ve tried dating other people but…I just can’t get my heart involved. It’s already dedicated to Duke. There’s no room for anyone else. Which may sound pathetic. I don’t know. When I thought I might get somewhere with someone, the other person has said there was no chemistry, when at first it felt to me like there was chemistry. But that could just be me trying to force myself to see chemistry. I haven’t tried serving anyone since Duke though. I just can’t.

So I don’t really know where to go from here honestly.
I’ve questioned whether I’m even really gay. But I was content getting fucked within an inch of my life by this man (and sometimes his friends) for over a year. I’m definitely gay. And when I feel more up to it I can share more of the stories that I remember from other times we fucked during the period I went silent. But for now it’s still too painful to recall. It’s been almost a year since…yet it feels like it was still just a few days ago. It doesn’t really help that we work together.

It’s been sort of a blessing from the pandemic is that working from home we don’t really have to see each other which is helping me (I would like to think both) heal. I hope that distance, in this instance, is making the heart grow fonder and he sees that I’m a changed person that would do anything in this world for him. And that whenever we see each other in person again, we’ll have a conversation about us.

This is something I constantly warn about here: don’t fall in love with the Alpha you serve. This is doubly true if you’re serving a straight Alpha like Duke.

Here’s the great, ironic twist regarding the service of straight Alphas: keeping that emotional distance and focusing solely on service actually causes the Alpha to feel closer to you! He regards you with more warmth and affection. Why? Because you’re giving him the space he likes, and you’re demonstrating emotional respect and control that makes him feel more comfortable and at ease.

Frat Fag can be forgiven for falling into this trap. Duke was, after all, his first Alpha (and what a home run that was!). Alphas are hard to resist even by the most experienced faggots in the best circumstances, so a new faggot under the control of an Apex Alpha can be expected to stumble!

As always, Frat Fag shows beautiful humility and honesty in telling this frustrating and sad story. I thank him for sharing his heart and his heartache.

Out of the thousands of people I’ve met through this website, Frat Fag is truly one very close to my heart. I will always consider him to be a very dear brother and friend.

Thank you, Ry!

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story. 

Following my latest post on frat fag’s continued adventures (read here), I asked him the following question:

How do you feel about your faggot status these days? Are you experiencing any kind of “loss of my heterosexuality” feelings? Have you felt any kind of peace from your transformation?

Frat fag responded this way:

I still don’t fully know how I feel about any faggot status that I have. I know I’m enjoying myself a shit ton, that’s for sure! But publicly no one knows what’s been going on of course. None of my friends know and definitely none of the other fraternity brothers. That probably wouldn’t go over super well. I mean, I believe most of them aren’t homophobic or anything but something tells me they just wouldn’t understand and I don’t want to tarnish Duke’s reputation or get either of us kicked out. 

As far as loss of my heterosexuality, I suppose I have. I still find myself attracted to some women but I don’t try anything because I feel like that would be cheating on Duke. Though I know we’re not dating, he has stressed that very clearly…but he also stresses that I’m his and his only so it sends mixed signals to me. Though you’ve explained it’s because he now owns me like someone would a car or something of that ilk. But even if that factor were to be taken away, say Duke doesn’t want me to be his faggot anymore, I don’t know if I would try again to have sex or relationships with women. Maybe I’ll ask Duke if it’s okay if I try, especially since Spring Break is coming up and our fraternity is going to be throwing a pretty big party and it may look weird if I’m avoiding any of the women that are over especially since I have never been shy about that in the past. So I don’t want any suspicious about me being raised.

I will say that I do feel at peace when Duke is fucking me. Even if it’s roughly and without any sort of care to my pleasure or comfort. Even though half the time now I don’t even cum, it still feels like I did in the sense that I feel fulfilled and satisfied. I don’t know, I’m hoping it’s not love since that’s not going to be reciprocated towards me. But who knows? If you can chime in on any advice, please do!

I just want to cuddle with frat fag and kiss him on the cheek when he gives such honest, beautifully-written answers! I love my little fag brother SO DAMNED MUCH!

If you notice, frat fag signals that he is undergoing “The Shift,” the period in a fag’s life when it no longer uses or even acknowledges its peepee as its sex organ. It often happens naturally, as it did with me and clearly here with frat fag. The key part of that transformation is contained in this sentence: “ … I don’t even cum … I still feel fulfilled and satisfied.” True faggots do not miss having traditional Male orgasms because they have been cunted properly (see: “Being Cunted” here) and have begun to focus on servicing the Man’s sexual needs over their own. Alpha Duke’s ego-shattering Ruts have clearly knocked every last vestige of Manhood out of our formerly-straight hero.

It’s also significant that frat fag has been purposely steering clear of his attractions to other females. Alpha Duke has gotten into frat fag’s head and heart now – through sheer force of Alpha Will – and it is changing frat fag’s goals and outlook. He now fears displeasing his Owner. The subtle difference is manifesting itself more and more throughout frat fag’s life.

Frat fag had a couple of questions for me as well. 

In part one (here) you stated: “For all intents and purposes, Alpha Duke’s first fuck of frat fag here is basically a rape” Is that really the case? I enjoyed it, even though I was telling him to slow down and he didn’t and telling him that it hurt me. It didn’t feel like he was raping me, I did consent to having sex with him, I just didn’t know it was going to be that quick and rough lol. Or am I just confused and he is raping me? I feel like I shouldn’t question that being an adult. I know what rape is of course, but I don’t know if I’m seeing things through rose colored glasses and this has actually been abusive towards me. Should I start questioning these things? Sorry if that was a lot of questions in a row, my mind is just going in to overdrive at the moment. 

When I called it a “rape,” I think I was really describing it from Alpha Duke’s perspective. He was going to take you no matter how much you begged him to stop or how badly he hurt you. I don’t think you were really raped because, as you made clear, you were consenting. 

Honestly, Alpha Duke hasn’t been abusive to you. Rather, he has been a Messiah for you, delivering you from the bondage of misconceptions and showing you the light of your own truth! Every thrust of his cock hammers that home ever clearer! 

Also in part one you mention this:  “He’s much more than an Alpha Bull … he has a brain, too. And that’s dangerous.“ What did you mean by it’s dangerous for Duke to have a brain?

That line was intended to be a joke. You know the old line, “if he had half a brain, he’d be dangerous.” Meaning that Alpha Duke has all of this overwhelming physical power at his disposal, but he also has the insightful mind that can plot how best to utilize that power over inferiors and faggots. Notice what Alpha Duke did in this case – he knew instinctively that frat fag was born to take his dick, and so he plotted and schemed and took action at the right moment in order to claim him. All faggots are in danger around an Alpha of that kind of power!

I love my little fag brother very, very much! His friendship and his open, experimental heart have been a breath of fresh air over the past several months. I hope things continue to go well for my friend always! 

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story. 

So frat fag had a rough reintroduction to Alpha Duke’s powerful cock after the start of school (read PART ONE here!), but he was, of course, ravished in a good way. It never ceases to amaze me how well frat fag has adjusted to his totally new existence as a faggot in service to powerful Men! Frat fag is reading these, so tell him below how you feel about his transformation!

Anyway, there was more involved in frat fag’s latest missive, and I felt like it deserved its own post. This one involves the return of Alpha Duke’s partner-in-crime, Alpha Bishop (click here to read Bishop’s introduction). And it’s a stunner!

So here is frat fag with his story:

About a week ago though, there was another visit from Bishop because he wanted to hang out with Duke and use me again. So while he and Duke played video games I was ordered to suck them both off. I continued alternating back and forth between them. 

The difference was Duke ordered me to cross dress again because Bishop wanted to see me like that. Which I hadn’t dressed like that for Bishop before, so it was a bit embarrassing which I think made it all the more hot for them. So they used more terms like “bitch, pussy, she” and stuff like that than normal. 

Then Bishop decided that it was time for him to fuck me and slid a condom on himself. He pushed me onto my back and pushed that massive cock of his inside of me which again, hurt, but also felt amazing. He started pumping into me and slid his hand around my neck, squeezing my throat so that I could barely breath. I remember him saying something akin to “Your bitch knows a good fucking when she’s getting one, doesn’t she, Duke?” as he fucked me harder. Duke agreed and watched Bishop take me and began stroking his cock. 

I looked at Duke and begged him to come put his dick in my mouth because I needed to taste him and he obliged me. He knelt down next to me and spit on my face calling me a dirty slut. But smiled at me and slid his way into my throat. GOD, the feeling of these two thrusting into me with all of their power as they got closer to cumming was insane. I LOVE IT. It’s like a cloudy/fuzzy feeling almost like I’m drunk? It’s hard to describe [edit: you described it PERFECTLY, brother!]. 

They both ended up cumming around the same time and then left me there on the floor to clean myself up while they cleaned themselves up and went back to their game. 

I then was made to stay in the wig and outfit and make them both dinner. It was an odd role to be placed in but it felt like it fit at the same time.

So I hope that brings us up to speed. I am still busy with school but I’ve been thinking a lot about you Sam and I’m glad to see you still have an outlet for all of your information! I hope it’s doing as well as your Tumblr!

So many incredible aspects to unpack here! I feel like I could go on for days, but here are some initial thoughts:

1. Notice how the Alphas talk to each other and relate on a different level than the faggot they’re using? They act like frat fag isn’t even in the room! They are definitely a breed apart!

2. That cloudy/fuzzy feeling is the moment of surrender that all faggots feel while being properly used. It is the dissipation of a faggot’s will to fight, replaced by acceptance and peace. 

3. The sissyfication of frat fag continues! Isn’t it the height of Alpha behavior to make a used faggot go into the kitchen to make them food afterwards??? I’ve had Alphas do that to me before, and it is a heady experience. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more truly submissive in my life than those moments. Frat fag didn’t say that, but I bet he agrees!

This saga continues to amaze me beyond words. Thank you to my little brother, and to all of the Alphas like Duke and Bishop who continue to give us purpose! 

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story. 

One of the most thrilling developments on this blog in 2018 was the revelation of frat fag and his subjugation by Supreme Alpha Duke, his former college buddy. For years I wrote about how straight Alphas did indeed like to own and use faggots, but I was constantly reprimanded and attacked by readers who couldn’t conceive of such a scenario despite all of my personal evidence and that of those I chronicled along the way. Frat fag’s experience profoundly laid that argument to rest!

Aside from frat fag’s Christmas gift, I hadn’t heard anything else from him over the long holiday college break. I was beginning to worry that something bad had happened to the situation. 

And then frat fag finally wrote to me, and it’s a doozy. I’m going to split it into two parts for easier digestion. Here’s part one:

Hey Sam!

It feels almost like I’m rising from the dead over here! I know it’s been far too long since I last messaged you. So allow me to catch you up to speed! First and foremost I am doing okay and so is Duke!

After the holidays (I want to say sometime in mid-January) Duke finally was able to break free of his family and I was able to break free from mine. He came over to my place and it was incredible! He was insatiable or like a bull elephant in a rut. I don’t really know how else to describe it. The day we first saw each other again he literally grabbed me by my hair and threw me on to the floor and didn’t wait for me to respond. Duke took his cock out of his pants and shoved it in my mouth. Mind you we’re still in the middle of the doorway! He barely bothered to shut the door behind him. He only did because I managed to gasp it out around his cock.

His dick felt like it was almost pulsing in my mouth and down my throat. He smacked me around a bit and pulled my head in towards his hips, essentially holding me there with his thighs. For a moment I thought he was trying to smother me with his cock down my throat. Then just wave after wave of thick cum shot into my stomach. I remember him practically growling out, “Bet you missed the taste of that, didn’t you faggot?”

Afterwards he grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me a bit to the middle of the living room and he tore my shorts off of me, actually ripped my underwear a bit, and begin eating my ass. He hadn’t done that before but it felt amazing! I managed to ask him what’s the special occasion and he told me that my ass is going to need all the help it can get. Which he wasn’t kidding. I would have thought his erection would have gone away after he came down my throat but it didn’t seem to. He only spit on his hand to lube up his cock some more (my spit was still on it too) and shoved himself inside of me. It HURT. I guess my body wasn’t used to him anymore but he didn’t care. I tried to tell him that it hurt and to slow down but he just shoved my face into the floor some more and told me to “Shut up and take it, bitch.” He wasn’t in a very caring mood and was incredibly rough and yet I still couldn’t help but melt under him. Even with all the pain shooting from my asshole. His hot, deep moans and powerful thrusts made my eyes roll back. All the while he was calling me dirty, degrading names as per usual: faggot, bitch, sissy. And talking about how much tighter my pussy felt. 

He eventually came inside of me, and smacked my ass hard enough to leave a huge red mark for a while. When he pulled out I curled in like a fetal position of sorts? Maybe because my ass hurt and I realized I had some tears, again I think it was from my ass being ravaged by him. But Duke remarked that I was just truly succumbing to him. 

I thought I had already shown that I have succumbed to him! But I don’t know, maybe you can weigh in on what he meant?

Then for the following two weeks (or thereabouts) he was over literally every day either taking my throat or my ass whenever he wanted. There was no asking or discussion. If he wanted me he was going to have me even if it was in the middle of the night. There were a few nights he stayed over and would wake up, horny and ready to go so he’d wake me up by pressing his lubed cock into my ass, rubbing my lips with his cock or balls, etc. 

I mean, WHAT THE FUCK? Frat fag continues to enjoy the most incredible fag experience in fag history! To think that this entire saga began with a bewildered “what the fuck just happened to me?” message to my inbox, and now look where this story has gone! Incredible!

Thoughts:

1. As usual, Alpha Duke once again demonstrates typical Alpha behavior. For all intents and purposes, Alpha Duke’s first fuck of frat fag here is basically a rape. But despite frat fag’s begging and pleading because of the pain, Alpha Duke just kept on plowing his faggot’s pussy hole. RULE: Alphas don’t ask for permission, and they aren’t interested in what anybody thinks of them or their behavior. Superior Men take what they want.

2. Alpha Duke’s use of the word “succumb” to describe is interesting, because the word not only suggests surrender (on frat fag’s part), but also surrender to overwhelming force or power (Alpha Duke’s, that is). By using that term, he is illustrating his acknowledgement of both sides of the dynamic. It’s fascinating to me how deeply Alpha Duke thinks about position and the power dynamics involved here. He’s much more than an Alpha Bull … he has a brain, too. And that’s dangerous.

Make no mistake, though – Alpha Duke is a Bull of the first order. I would dearly love to see an amateur video of Alpha Duke rutting someone, anyone, anything. I can only imagine the incredible force and violent fury he generates with every purposeful thrust.

So as the title suggests, there is a PART TWO to this story from frat fag, and I’ll likely publish that tomorrow. It’s just as good!

Thank you to my little brother Ry (aka “frat fag”) for all of your kindness, skill, and humility! You inspire me every day!

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

Where can the story of frat fag go after he got his soul fucked out by Alpha Duke and Alpha Bishop? As usual, it takes another hard right turn into fetish territory, this time involving watersports.  

This is a short entry. I’ll let frat fag tell it from here:

Recently, he had me suck him off after he finished taking a piss. It was strange. I didn’t think that I would be in to that since I’m not into watersports. But he didn’t pee on me. He had just finished peeing and called me in to the bathroom, threw me on my ass against the door and practically trapped my head between his thighs. He fucked my throat, rough and fast until I was essentially gasping for air. The initial burst few thrusts were a little odd tasting, I assume from any leftover piss that was still dripping out. But I didn’t taste that for long. 

After he came, he let my head go, wiped off his dick and then walked out of the bathroom. He’s been using me a lot like that. Fucking me or my throat, then walking away. He doesn’t always look at me when he does it unless he tells me to look up at him. Is it so I don’t look back or something?

Alpha Duke’s curious new behavior of walking away after finishing with frat fag has a fairly unpleasant explanation. The answer lies in what we see in nature. When some animals take a shit, what do they do afterwards? They use their hind legs to toss dirt/grass over the mess and walk away. They don’t linger around it, because to them it is something unpleasant. 

I believe Alpha Duke is exhibiting the same behavior. When Alphas use faggots, there is a level of disrespect that rises within the Alpha. The Alpha begins to see the faggot as something lowly, pathetic, and less-than-human. He sees the faggot’s bottomless pit of degradation as both convenient and embarrassing. 

We have witnessed something I’ve always warned faggots about, the fact that a friendship will end once you begin serving an Alpha as his faggot. The saga of frat fag is, in part, a story about how a friendship between two college friends dissolved into a complete Master/servant relationship. 

I cannot sing the praises of my brother frat fag enough. Few fags have thrown themselves so completely and fearlessly into the unknown the way frat fag has done. It’s been an honor to detail this unparalleled journey!

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

When we last heard from frat fag, it had suffered a severe disciplinary session at the hands of Alpha Duke after frat fag became disobedient. Needless to say, frat fag really learned something about itself from Alpha Duke’s punishment. 

Apparently frat fag has been a good boy recently, because Alpha Duke surprised his faggot with a return of Alpha Bishop! And these two Alphas helped frat fag to comprehend what it means to be a faggot in a threesome with two powerful Men. 

I’ll let frat fag tell it now:

I asked Duke if I could take pictures of him or screenshot the occasional dick pic he might send me and he got very upset. He started thinking that I was plotting to expose him. Apparently that’s what his last fag did. He said, “It took pictures and threatened to blackmail me because I didn’t want to be it’s fucking boyfriend. Is that what you’re trying to do?” I told him no over and over again but he seemed to get very worried about it. I’ve never understood why people would do that to another person. I mean I know it happens but it’s ridiculous, selfish and stupid. He said, “This is what always happens with you fags.” So that hurt a bit and it took a bit for me to calm him down and reassure him that wasn’t what I was doing.

I think he was still a bit upset because to help him relax and apologize I started sucking his cock and he fucked my throat so hard it was still sore and felt raw for another day or two.

So that’s happened, I can maybe just take pictures of myself but I assume viewers of your blog want pictures of an Alpha not a fag. Plus I have tattoos on me so I’d need to be careful to hide those because they could be used to identify me. Let me know!

But also, two days ago there was another visit from Bishop. Duke didn’t tell me this time that Bishop was coming over. In fact, Duke had me blindfolded and tied down to my bed and was fucking me. It was incredibly hot being completely at his mercy. 

At some point he pulled out of me and I heard him walk away for a minute, I called for him but he just said, “You’re to wait, faggot!” So I shut up and was laying there, cold, open, and raw. I was a little anxious and got that twisting feeling in my gut. But soon Duke came back (little to my knowledge at that point was that he brought Bishop in and had gone to open the door for him). I didn’t hear much other than light footsteps on my carpet and I got confused and asked, “Is someone else here?” I wasn’t answered. 

Suddenly I felt a weight across my thighs, like someone almost sitting there (Bishop is a bit bigger than Duke and definitely weighs more, but is still muscular). My heart was racing because I knew it wasn’t Duke. But I didn’t know who it was. Suddenly I felt a MASSIVE cock pushing in to me and a hand on the back of my neck, holding me more in place. My jaw dropped open from the feeling of this strange cock entering me. As I gasped I felt Duke’s cock enter my mouth. It’s like I know it just from taste and smell alone.

I heard Duke whisper, “It’s okay, faggot. Daddy’s got you. I wouldn’t let someone hurt you.” He must have seen the terror on what he could see on my face. But once he said that I relaxed, I did feel protected and cared for in that moment. After I relaxed I heard Bishop, “Fuck this pussy is tight.” Then I knew who it was. Bishop’s hand squeezed tighter on the back of my neck and he began thrusting hard and deep inside of me.

Both of these Alphas were taking me with as much charge and force as they seemed to muster. It almost felt like they were competing to see who could fuck better? At some point they switched and Duke went back to fucking me bareback. I heard Bishop remove the condom he was wearing and without hesitation forced his cock down my throat. I almost gagged and it seemed to turn him on more, “Yeah! That’s it’s bitch. Choke on my cock!” He grabbed my hair and started thrusting, pushing my head all the way down until my nose was buried in his pubes. 

Duke leaned into my turned head and whispered, “You can swallow his cum but you can only be bred by mine. Isn’t that right? You look like such a horny, pathetic slut.” I was desperately trying to keep up with Bishop’s throat fucking and Duke pulling my hips back against his. I was getting tugged in two different directions with each of them having their complete and utter way with me.

Bishop came first, and it was a struggle to swallow wave after wave of his cum. When I started coughing, he pulled out and finished another two, thick ropes of cum across my face and blindfold. Duke fucked me for an extra minute or so before releasing his own seed inside of me and told me I should feel lucky to have two Alpha’s cum gracing my pussy and my throat.

Duke pulled out and untied me before leaving the room with Bishop. I went to my bathroom to clean up. When I saw myself in the mirror I looked a MESS. Yet, it turned me on again. But I still didn’t get hard. It’s strange. I wanted more after seeing my lips red and swollen, my throat feeling scratchy, my face covered in sweat and cum with more starting to drip out of my ass. I felt humiliated and yet wanted more. 

I must have been staring at myself in the mirror for awhile because Duke came back to tell me that Bishop was gone and when he saw me in my bathroom, he looked confused. He said when I turned around I was shivering (though I don’t remember that and don’t know why I would be since my place is warm).

He then laughed to himself and actually helped me clean up and said, “You just got the soul fucked out of you.”

I hope you and your readers can enjoy this encounter of mine. I sure as hell did. Any insight in to what happened to me, brother? It felt so weird. Different even. I mean I’ve been left awestruck by Duke fucking me. But this time it felt like so much more.  

HOLY FUCK.

I sometimes need to remind myself that frat fag was once living as a straight male! His descent into subspace has been wondrous to behold. Any experienced faggot knows the feeling frat fag describes above, that almost-drunken stupor that occurs following a tremendous drop into subspace. You lose yourself in that moment, which feels almost like a vacuous void, a black hole. Time seems to stop, your existence wiped away as you become just a body caught in the tremendous tidal forces of Alpha power. 

Afterwards, you become like those walking through the rubble after 9/11, dazed and wordless and strangely spiritual. 

So hopefully frat fag reads that above, because that is how I’d answer his question of what he experienced. It’s true subspace. It’s more powerful than any drug to those faggots fortunate enough to experience it.

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

The missives from my brother frat fag are coming in rapid-fire succession now. This formerly straight college fraternity brother continues his incredible journey into faggotry, largely thanks to the unyielding direction of Alpha Duke, who might be one of the most powerful examples of Alphahood I’ve ever encountered. My new fag brother is having literally the experience of a lifetime at the hands of this great Alpha. I am privileged to help him along in his journey of discovery.

This time frat fag is forced to learn a difficult truth: Alphas should be respected and obeyed at all times. I’ll let frat fag take it from here:

One night that I wanted to tell you about is when Duke got angry with me. It’s not an overly sexual one. It involves sex but it was different, it was more about power and who is in charge than pleasure. This was entirely my fault of course.

We were both sitting on the couch drinking, he had ordered me to go get him another drink, and I was in a bad mood myself since I was preoccupied with doing my homework at the time (for a class I hate at the moment) so I said to him, “No, why don’t you do it yourself?” His body tensed and he ordered me again, and I said, “Yeah I heard you the first time. No, I’m busy." 

He then slapped me and grabbed my hair and said, "You don’t say no to me like that. Have some fucking respect for your Alpha, faggot.”

Duke kept hold of my hair and pushed his sweatpants off of his hips with his other hand and pulled out his cock. He pushed my head down towards it and pressed his cock up against my face. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. I felt a stone just drop in my stomach and I did as he said. He started jacking off next to my head and spit on my face occasionally as he did it and was lecturing me. Every time I tried to flinch away or close my mouth he told me that it would be a mistake. I told him I was sorry and he said, “I know you are. You want to keep my cock. It’s the best you’re gonna get." 

He then did something that I wouldn’t think would have affected me until now –  he made me watch as he came onto the floor. It almost…hurt? I don’t know. I felt a very empty feeling sweep through me. I apologized again and Duke made me lick his cum off of the carpet below us. After I was done he told me again to go get him another drink and I went and did it.

I know, to other people, him slapping me, grabbing my head like that, and him jacking off might sound like abuse – and I’m sure in some ways it is – but it didn’t feel like abuse to me. It felt like I was being disciplined. And I should have been disciplined. 

After I returned with his drink he told me he forgave me and told me that next time if I was busy that there are better ways to respond to him. He’s not unreasonable, but I was being disrespectful. Duke has a point I think. But should I be worried that it was actually abuse and not just discipline even though it just felt like a disciplinary move?

Thanks brother!

First of all, I’m stunned! Alpha Duke instinctively used a disciplinary technique that I’ve often advocated to Alphas when reprimanding faggots! Frat fag has repeatedly assured me that Alpha Duke is NOT reading my blog, so he didn’t get the idea from me!

It just goes to show the universal truths that form the foundation of the Alpha/fag dynamic. 

To answer frat fag’s question directly – no this wasn’t abuse. This was laser-focused discipline meant to correct errant behavior. Alpha Duke’s use of denial here – holding frat fag’s head in place and cumming onto the floor rather than into frat fag’s mouth – is a MASTERSTROKE (pun intended) of power on his part! And note frat fag’s immediate reaction – PAIN at the sight of seeing his Alpha do that, the hurtful realization that Alpha Duke would rather cum on the floor than into frat fag’s mouth – is a clear indication that Alpha Duke’s disciplinary action received the correct response. 

Not only were Alpha Duke’s actions that night pure discipline (not abuse), they are some of the GREATEST examples of faggot discipline I’ve ever heard! Any lingering doubts about Duke being 100% pure Alpha have been completely eradicated with this latest episode!

If I knew what Alpha Duke looked like, I would begin construction of a monumental statue in his honor. Like the great Alphas of history – King David, Hercules, Alexander the Great – Alpha Duke should be memorialized in marble and gold, his glories recounted in stories and song! 

And my dear frat fag has a coveted spot, serving at the feet of this Beast of a Man. This growing storm of primal Alpha power. This god among Men. 

Hopefully frat fag learned a valuable lesson from Alpha Duke’s necessary discipline!   

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

As frat fag promised in his last email, there were more stories coming soon. And boy, he wasn’t kidding. 

There is so much material coming that I’m splitting them up into separate installments. The first of frat fag’s newest experiences at the hands of Alpha Duke came in the middle of the night recently. The experience really underlines Alpha Duke’s insatiable need not only for satisfaction, but also control. 

Here’s frat fag with the story:

So Duke now has a key to my place to come and go as he pleases. In another one of his fantasies, he waited until I was asleep and came over. It must have been about 3am or so when I woke up to him standing over me pressing his cock against my lips. He scared me at first because I was half-asleep and forgot this was a plan of his and he took the opportunity of me opening my mouth to straddle my head and guide his cock into my mouth. 

My heart didn’t have time to calm as he started pumping, fucking my mouth as though it were my ass. He didn’t say a word. However, the longer he fucked my throat, the more I relaxed I became and I let him have his way. 

Once he came, he simply rolled off of me and fell asleep, leaving me to go clean up.

It was a quick experience, so sorry that there’s no much detail. He was only there to fuck my throat, so there’s not much new I can say to describe it except that is was breathtaking as usual. 

I asked him about the fantasy the next morning (as to not disturb his sleep) and he said he just finds the idea hot that he can come in in the middle of the night, have his way with my throat while I’m still have asleep and have me submit to him after the initial shock is over.

Alphas love to create these kinds of situations with their faggots. Not only does it fulfill an Alpha’s animal desire for rape, but it also keeps the faggot alert and ready to submit at all times. 

I just love how matter-of-fact Alpha Duke is with everything. His power and dominance is coming from deep inside; it is the truth of his very being. He isn’t play-acting like so many silly Doms out there. He doesn’t need leather gear and whips and nylon ropes to prove his dominance to anyone. His presence alone is enough.

Frat fag is one lucky faggot to witness this Alpha’s rise to power!

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

It’s been almost a month since I last heard from frat fag (October 12th, click here). In the last startling installment, Alpha Duke forced frat fag to dress in female clothes before practically raping the defenseless faggot with Duke’s usual passionate aggression. 

I was beginning to worry a little bit given the long period of silence. But frat fag finally returned, and brought another unbelievably hot new tale of his continued descent into faggotry. I’m going to shut up and let frat fag tell it:

Well, first and foremost, Duke has been using me as a “sissy” as you called it off and on. He seems to really enjoy it and it’s incredibly hot to have him just take me like that. It turns out I like being degraded more than I originally thought! 

Anyway, he’s also tried his other fantasies on me. One of them being a threesome. I was probably more hesitant with this one than I was with wearing skirts and dresses for him surprisingly enough. Because It would be one more person to know that I’m gay, I was confused since I thought I was his fag and his fag alone, etc. I voiced these concerns to Duke, but he said that the person he’s inviting doesn’t give a fuck if I’m gay or not because he’s another straight Alpha friend of his. Also, Duke, said that no matter who he lets fuck me, I’m still his and his only.

So, this night finally came and Duke invited one of his friends over. It was a guy he has known since high school, and Duke said it was the one who introduced him to using fags and that they used fags together throughout half of high school. Fucking them all over his high school property, in town, wherever they told their fags to be, they were. This Alpha that Duke invited over…I don’t know if the term exists but he could have been an Alpha’s Alpha. But Duke wasn’t like afraid of him or even change his personality. If anything, the presence of this new man was only making the two of them seem larger and me feel even smaller. This man was probably 6’3’’? built of muscle (though it makes sense since Duke said he was a personal trainer), had nicely cut dark brown hair, and these gorgeous brown eyes.

He didn’t say much, but did tell me his name. For this purpose though we can call him Bishop, idk, if you think of a better alias for him, let me know. Anyway, Bishop came over to me and turned me around, pulled off my shorts and almost seemed to just inspect me. Then I heard him compliment Duke about me? Duke came over as well and ordered me down on my knees in front of Bishop and his cock was already out, waiting, hard, and fucking HUGE. I’ve told you before, Duke’s cock is decently sized but mostly it’s thick. This new Alpha was at least 8’’ maybe 8.5’’. I understand that is hard to believe so the readers are free to question me on it but I was actually worried that it wouldn’t fit inside of me.

I began sucking on this monster of a cock, trying my best. Bishop must have been used to fags not being able to take it because he grabbed the back of my head and said “Like this, faggot,” then shifted his hips and my head and slid his cock more in to my throat. I started choking a bit at first and he slowed his thrusts but kept fucking my throat nonetheless. I tried to come off of it and say I couldn’t take it all like I wanted to but Bishop’s only reply was, “Well you’re going to.” Then made me go right back to work.

Meanwhile, Duke was sitting behind me, positioning himself without my knowledge, lubing up his cock and grabbed my hips pulling me back on to him. So now I’m in the position of reverse cow-girl (or I guess boy?) with Duke sitting up behind me and Bishop over me in front ramming his massive cock down my throat.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been in that situation but I found it hard to move my hips while getting my face fucked. Duke didn’t seem to care though because he eventually just grabbed my hips and moved them the way he wanted. The feeling that washed over me was just bliss. These two men worked me the absolute way they wanted. Each calling me dirty names like “slut, whore, cocksucker, little bitch” the list goes on. 

Bishop at some point told me he was going to cum and that I better not let one drop spill. Duke echoed that command and began fucking me harder, wrapping one of his arms around my torso so hard, I ended up having a bruise. Duke didn’t warn me, as he sometimes doesn’t to see the look on my face and came deep inside of me. It felt like wave after wave of his delicious cum was filling me up. Bishop, at nearly the same time let loose his own wave of cum down my throat. I know why he said don’t let any spill, it likely happens a lot because there was so much of it, or either it just felt that way. His hot, salty cum lined my throat and he didn’t let up his thrusting. They became more aggressive as he released.

When they were both through with me, they pulled out and left me there on the floor of the living room as they went to clean up.

Brother, this experience was magical. I have no clue what it means for the future, but Duke has said Bishop will be back. I asked him if that means they’re going to share me like they shared other fags in high school, but Duke said he doubts it. Bishop apparently keeps a rotating door of fags so trying to co-manage another one isn’t of his interests right now. Plus, I’m his (as in Duke’s) and that he hasn’t had a fag that he’s cared about keeping only to himself before. So I felt honored by that and got very giddy. But Duke told me to cut it out that it doesn’t mean that we’re friends or that he’s in a relationship with me. He meant it how he said it. So maybe you have insight in to what he means? Because I won’t lie I thought that meant that he was thinking in the direction of relationship, which honestly I wouldn’t be opposed to. I think I’ve started to grow stronger feelings for him than initially planned. So what did he mean by his statement?

I’ll send you information on the other nights in a separate email later today, I have some errands to run but I wanted you to have at least one update! 

WOW.

I don’t know about you, but I’m totally mesmerized by Alpha Duke. He is basically every faggot’s wettest dream, and every Alpha’s perfect example. His Alpha buddy Bishop sounds even hotter. 

But my heart belongs to fat fag. I can’t be any prouder of how brave my fag brother has been in handling this transition while under the control of experienced Alphas who are not confused or afraid of what they want. Frat fag has tackled this daunting life change with admirable intelligence and curiosity.

I did answer frat fag’s closing question privately, but I’ll share it here as well. Essentially, I told frat fag that it must control its emotions and limit any ideas about being in a relationship with Alpha Duke. Falling in love is not an option for a faggot who serves an Alpha, particularly not an Alpha of Duke’s power. Alpha Duke laid down the law with frat fag in clear and definite terms, for which I’m grateful.

I hope frat fag heeds his words. I’d hate to see this situation come to an abrupt end, especially as it’s really becoming fascinating! 

Second part coming soon! Stay tuned by turning on notifications!  

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

When we last heard from frat fag, he told the story of how Alpha Duke essentially raped him in his dorm room during a planned study session. He described Alpha Duke’s demeanor before, during, and after the encounter, and what it was like to endure the storm of primal rage that Alpha Duke unleashed upon him that afternoon. And he also noted how the encounter changed something inside him, probably forever.

Frat fag has returned with another, even more incredible story in this saga chronicling his fearless surrender to the rule of Alpha Duke. I’ll stop talking and let my brave brother tell it from here:

I think I mentioned to you previously that Duke wanted to use me to play out all of his fantasies that he never got to do with his ex-girlfriend. Or at least not do to the extent he wanted to. Also some that were impossible to do with his ex-girlfriend but that his last fag did not want to do with him either.

One of these fantasies has been him having me put on a skirt, women’s panties, and a bra. Though he didn’t make me put on a wig, but my hair is a decent length to where it can easily grab hold of it. So as kind of embarrassing as it is, I did it. Though I told Duke that it was embarrassing, but that seemed to only turn him on more.

When I came out of the bedroom with all the clothing on that he wanted me in, he practically pounced on me like an animal in heat. He pulled me over to my dining table (it was the closest thing and I think he wanted to use the mirror that is there). In my dining area, or kitchenette or whatever it technically is there is a sliding door that conceals my washer/dryer and water heater. The sliding door is all mirror.

Anyway, he pulled me next to it by the table and put me on my knees, only looking at me through the reflection in the glass. He took out his cock and placed it up against my lips, commanding me to, “Suck it, bitch. Nice and slow.” While I was obeying him, he kept saying “Good girl.” and other such praises but with the title of “girl” or “bitch.” Once he had enough of my mouth he got me up and bent me over the table to where we had a side view of ourselves in the mirror. Duke grabbed my hair and forced me to look. He leaned over me and said “You’re going to watch me fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

He followed through on making me watch! Once he was inside of me, Duke was relentless on my asshole. He wanted me to know that my “pussy would be fucked raw and we’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.” His words. It felt good, though a bit painful. At one point I tried to grab my own cock and jerk off but he slapped me and pulled my hand away and said, “No playing with your clit unless I say so, faggot.”

While fucking me, he would comment on the dress and panties, saying things like “You like wearing those little panties for me don’t you? You’re such a naughty girl, teasing me with those panties. We’re going to have to dress you up more often.”

When he was getting ready to cum he made me beg him to breed my pussy. He told me I was going to carry his seed whether I liked it or not (which of course I LOVE it!). When he finally exploded (and I do mean that! there was so much cum inside of me) he bit down on my shoulder and groaned, “That’s my girl, take it all.”

It was hot but also strange. Sorry that this isn’t a super detailed or steamy account, this one just threw me off a bit. If Duke wants me, knowing full well that I’m a cis-man why did he want me in the women’s clothing? And calling me girl and all that. I mean I get it as a fantasy I suppose but he fucked me and he fucked me DEEP. It was different. Maybe just because it also felt a little humiliating to get fucked like that? He also typically doesn’t care if I jack off while he’s fucking me but this time he did and didn’t allow me to.

I also want to add that I’ve been jacking off less when he’s been fucking me in general because sometimes I’m not even getting hard. Which is odd because it feels amazing. Duke is the best sex of my life, yet I’m still not always getting hard. I would get hard a lot in the beginning now it’s getting less and less but I’m enjoying the sex with him more and more (though I’m still on the fence about the dress thing). Any idea why? Not sure if it’s a medical thing I need checked out or just something that happens in gay sex? Though a lot of gay porn that I’ve seen amateur and not, the bottom is hard and stays hard. Essentially I just don’t know if I should be worried.

Sorry if this message seems frenzied or rushed or incoherent. Just stressed right now and was really anxious writing this message to you! Feel free to post what you want on your blog!

Speechless.

I want to answer frat fag’s various concerns now:

Why Alpha Duke wanted frat fag in women’s clothing – The forced transformation of a male into a female is one unmistakable testament to an Alpha’s power. Not only does the transformation appeal to the Alpha visually (soft feminine features and clothing turn Men on even more than normal), but the ego boost an Alpha feels when seeing a faggot dress like a female at his command is off the charts.  

Why Alpha Duke uses female terms like “bitch” and “girl” – This also goes back to the forced feminization of a faggot. These terms further reinforce the fact that the faggot is not a Man, but rather a female-like being born to be fucked like a female. 

Why Alpha Duke didn’t allow frat fag to masturbate – Whenever a faggot masturbates while serving a Man, it becomes a distraction for both the faggot and the Man. For the faggot, it begins focusing too much on its own pleasure rather than service to the Man. And the Man is forced to watch a faggot stimulate itself, a sight nobody wants to see. In this instance, however, frat fag masturbating ruins the illusion that frat fag was a female, which is why Alpha Duke stopped frat fag from touching himself.

Why frat fag is masturbating less – As a faggot goes deeper into sub-space and begins to experience pleasure through its pussy rather than its penis, the natural drive to cum from penile stimulation recedes, replaced by a growing need for pussy stimulation. Once a faggot begins to understand the joys of being taken by a Man, regular sexual stimulation with the penis becomes an afterthought. 

Why frat fag is losing the ability to get hard during sex – Simply put, frat fag has gotten so far into sub-space now that his body is no longer responding to stimuli the way the average male does. Sexual excitement is now an emotional response in which frat fag’s satisfaction comes from pleasing Alpha Duke and submitting to his will. It is not a medical problem, nor a problem at all. It is simply the result of submitting completely to an Alpha of overwhelming power and being bred by that Alpha’s potent semen. 

I was knocked out by this latest installment in this journey frat fag has undertaken. He is a brave brother of mine, a fag I deeply admire and respect. He has given himself over to the rule of one of the greatest Alphas alive today, a living god of unquenchable desire and limitless power. 

Following this story and reporting on it has been a tremendous privilege for me, and I’m thankful to my wonderful frat fag for sharing it. Keep up the good work, my brother!

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly
straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he
was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to
catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

It had been a month since I had heard anything from frat fag (last update August 28th, 2018), and I was beginning to get a little nervous. Had Alpha Duke dismissed the fag? Was frat fag depressed or despondent? Was frat fag the victim of some awful hazing accident or campus hate crime? All sorts of scenarios were running through my head.

So I emailed him. And, like magic, frat fag appeared from the mist to reassure me that he was, in fact, still alive. He also had quite a tale to tell:

Hi! Yes, everything is okay! I’m sorry it’s been so long since I last emailed you. School has started and this being my last year of undergrad definitely started very busy and very stressful unfortunately. So time just kept getting away from me. Juggling schoolwork, a job, my fraternity obligations, AND keeping an Alpha happy is definitely like having 5 full time jobs at once. I really do apologize to you and everyone else that enjoys hearing from me!

Let’s see in the last, what? 2 or 3 weeks? I’ve still been learning a lot from Duke. Especially that when he’s stressed (which I get because also starting his last year of school), he fucks so much harder and without question. 

For instance, last week I had come back to my place after a class and was going to get started on a project of mine when Duke texted me that he was coming over because he needed help with his project (we have the same class with the same teacher but at different times in the day). So I said “sure” and kept working. He has a key to my place and came on in and when I stood up to greet him he pushed me up against the wall and started biting my neck. I LOVE when he does this but every time we’ve had sex I know it’s coming! Except for the first time of course. 

Anyway, I say “Wait, I thought you needed help?” Because with my nerdy ass, school is always a thought I guess. All Duke did was nod and force me on to my knees in the hallway. He then told me “After I get what else I need.” And then didn’t say another word. He pulled out his cock and pressed it past my lips and started fucking my mouth like he he had been waiting to fuck for years! We had just had sex a maybe three nights before! It all seemed so much more visceral without him saying anything. He continued pumping my throat making sure his cock was good and wet. He pulled me off and pushed me back up against the wall this time with my face and chest pressed up against it and his forearm across my shoulder blades. He pushed my shorts off my hips, spit in his free hand and rubbed my asshole. I couldn’t speak (partly because I was still gasping for air having just been almost suffocated by his cock lol and partly because he was giving off such an animalistic prowess).

Then, without further ado, he began shoving his cock inside of me. Typically Duke has waited for me to adjust to him, but this time he let loose immediately, thrusting into me with all of his power while keeping me pinned against the wall with one arm and the other on my hips gripped tightly (I even had a bruise there for several days). He fucked me probably the hardest he has fucked me, while biting my neck. The only sounds he made were the grunts and moans. 

At one point I tried to look back at him and he took his arm from across my shoulders, grabbed my neck and forced my face forward again, choking me. Honestly it was kind of terrifying but at the same time I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me (other than the pain from my ass getting pounded in). He feverishly continued to fuck me until he finally came and squeezed my neck so tightly I thought I would pass out at first but it also gave me such bliss that I fucking came without touching my dick! That’s happened before but this felt so much more intense. He came deep inside me and let out such a deep groan that he almost didn’t sound like the same person. After he calmed down he pulled out and headed in to my bathroom to shower leaving me to go clean myself up without saying a word.

When he came out he looked at me and smirked but then went to go get his school work and waited for me to finish cleaning up and join him. It was a very surreal feeling moment. He went from one moment like an animal to the next doing his work placidly. I assume it was the stress he worked off but still. I think that was another rut of his that he was giving me and I gotta say, it was terrifying but awesome!

If anybody needs background on this continuing story, you can read frat fag’s tagged posts by following this link.

I continue to be stunned by this developing tale. Remember, frat fag started out as a STRAIGHT MAN. However, Alpha Duke entered frat fag’s life and, thanks to Alpha Duke’s superior instincts, managed to unlock frat fag’s true submissiveness. Through Alpha Duke’s training, frat fag has found new dimensions of satisfaction, the kind that only true faggots understand in service to a an Alpha Male.

But the situation hasn’t only benefited frat fag. Alpha Duke has also been able to get more in touch with his natural power through his use of frat fag. Through faggots, Alphas are free to become the gods that Nature intended. That is clearly what is happening with Alpha Duke, who has unleashed a furious storm of primal power within himself. All thanks to frat fag’s complete submission to him.

It is the Hierarchy in action. It isn’t some theory. This is truth, the truth between Men and faggots. 

I’m so proud of frat fag and Alpha Duke for living fully and honestly. Their lives are on completely different trajectories – one is a great Alpha Male, the other a loyal and obedient faggot – but their lives are also complementary and mutually beneficial. 

I hope I don’t have to wait so long for the next thrilling installment!

In the frenzied rush to post my last installment of the saga of frat fag’s continued descent into service to Alpha Duke, I forgot to answer a few questions frat fag had asked of me in our email exchanges. I am profoundly ashamed that I forgot to answer these questions. I sometimes forget that frat fag is absolutely new to faggotry, and he is, to some degree, fumbling blindly down a dark tunnel in his life that he didn’t know existed until a couple of weeks ago. Alpha Duke has been incredibly helpful to his new fag, but I really need to be there for my beloved new brother, too.

If you need to catch up on the development of this story, you can click here for all posts related to it.

So let’s get to it:

1. “… Duke isn’t much taller than me maybe an inch or two? He’s about 6’1’’ I’m about 5’11’’ but he just seemed to grow so much bigger standing in front of me while I was sitting on my couch. I felt so small, but not like a mouse. It was just his presence that was taking up the whole room. And I’ve noticed that lately that’s how he always seems? I never really saw it before I guess. I mean, he always was a big personality in the room and everyone LOVES having him around at parties or just hanging out but it never came off as cockiness in his personality. I don’t know if cockiness is the right word for it, but it’s the closest I can get right now. I’m sure you have better insight on this.”

Obviously, Duke isn’t literally growing in size physically, but this effect you’re feeling is very common when faggots are Owned by a true Alpha. It’s a two-part process: The Alpha swells with power and pride because of his Ownership over the fag, while the fag emotionally submits in awe to the glory of its Alpha Owner. We might liken it to a fire burning steadily until gasoline is dumped onto it, the resulting fireball lighting up everything in sight. Alpha Duke is overwhelming your mind and heart, overpowering any resistance you might have and becoming your world on the strength of his power. It’s magnificent to witness.

2. 
“
Side note, he did tell me something that sort of stung a bit, he said “We’re no longer friends. I am your Alpha and you are my fag. We can hang out and do things together. But we are not friends. You are mine and you’re gonna serve me. I’ve tried being friends with a fag of mine before and it doesn’t work, so I’m not trying that again.” But we’ve been in the same fraternity for almost 3 years now and I thought we were pretty close as friends. Not best friends, but we still hung out a lot and chatted. But he was pretty adamant about it. Why can a fag and an Alpha not be friends? Plenty of other lovers and people in relationships or fuck buddies are friends? I didn’t ask him because he moved topics afterwards and I could tell he didn’t want to talk anymore about it.”

 This is a phenomenon I have warned about since the first post on this blog. Once an Alpha takes Ownership of a faggot, any previous relationship will end, replaced by the new dynamic. It must be this way. A Man cannot be the Owner of a faggot while at the same time being in a friendship that suggests equality. An Alpha and a faggot are not equal.

That is not to say that a Man cannot love and cherish his faggot. A Man can love his faithful dog – sometimes that love is deep and pure – but the Man and the dog are not on equal footing in the relationship. One is the Master, and the other is his property. It is wise of Alpha Duke to not only understand this, but to also prepare you for the new reality in your life. You’re very lucky to be trained by such a great, great Alpha! 

3. 
“… But eventually it all ended up with me back on my stomach and him fucking me in to the mattress. Do Alphas just really like doggy style? It always seems to be his go-to. He grabs my hair and just lets loose fucking me as hard as he wants.“

Yes, Alphas LOVE doggy style. First of all, the position demonstrates complete trust in and submission to the Alpha on the part of the fag. Secondly, the position largely negates eye contact, rendering the faggot as an inhuman fuck toy there to be pounded, not romanced. And thirdly, the position is one of the best ways for an Alpha to truly express his Rut. When positioned in doggy, the Alpha’s hips are free to generate incredible amount of thrusting power. All of this feeds the Alpha’s insatiable and domineering ego. 

I think those are the questions our beloved frat fag had for me. I apologize to my dear brother for the delay! I hope this helps a little bit!

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly
straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he
was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to
catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

I think we were all blown away by the story told by our brother frat fag, a formerly straight college guy transformed into a faggot by a powerful fraternity Alpha named Duke. It was riveting and very hot, and you can read it all right here.

Now frat fag has returned with an update from what happened this last weekend. And it’s a doozy! I’ll stop rambling and let our dear brother tell his story:

Anyway, I’ve been very busy since Saturday evening! So I’m sorry for getting back to you so late. But so far this has been what has happened (sorry that not all of it is going to be a sexy story):

Saturday evening, Duke sat me down and told me that since I was going to be his now that I needed to start doing things for him. “Properly serving him and treating him like the king he is.” His words. I asked him if he was making me his faggot and told him what I’ve been looking at and learning about and he grinned, saying that was exactly what he was doing and didn’t know that I was learning so much so quickly. But he hasn’t really given me any other option! A lot has been happening very quickly, you were right about that. Anyway, he said that I’m not just there to please him sexually, but he expects me to keep my place tidy for him for when he is over. He’s been over almost every night since he started fucking me. He has a roommate and so we can’t go there as he doesn’t want to be caught and said he doubts his roommate will understand. Which, I mean granted, I’m still trying to understand a lot of this.

Anyway, aside from cleaning, he also said I am to cook as well and just in general do what he says to do. Duke isn’t much taller than me maybe an inch or two? He’s about 6’1’’ I’m about 5’11’’ but he just seemed to grow so much bigger standing in front of me while I was sitting on my couch. I felt so small, but not like a mouse. It was just his presence that was taking up the whole room. And I’ve noticed that lately that’s how he always seems? I never really saw it before I guess. I mean, he always was a big personality in the room and everyone LOVES having him around at parties or just hanging out but it never came off as cockiness in his personality. I don’t know if cockiness is the right word for it, but it’s the closest I can get right now. I’m sure you have better insight on this.
He told me not to think of it as being his maid, but being his fag. Yes! He’s finally called me a fag. But only after I said it first. So maybe he had just never said it because he didn’t want to offend me.

Side note, he did tell me something that sort of stung a bit, he said “We’re no longer friends. I am your Alpha and you are my fag. We can hang out and do things together. But we are not friends. You are mine and you’re gonna serve me. I’ve tried being friends with a fag of mine before and it doesn’t work, so I’m not trying that again.” But we’ve been in the same fraternity for almost 3 years now and I thought we were pretty close as friends. Not best friends, but we still hung out a lot and chatted. But he was pretty adamant about it. Why can a fag and an Alpha not be friends? Plenty of other lovers and people in relationships or fuck buddies are friends? I didn’t ask him because he moved topics afterwards and I could tell he didn’t want to talk anymore about it.

Now to the parts I’m sure everyone else wants to know lol, yes he also fucked me again Saturday night and Sunday night. We tried a few different positions, I didn’t enjoy the spooning position much and told him so. I was worried that it may make me come off as telling him what to do but I just said “this isn’t very comfortable for me.” He nodded and pulled out so we could adjust to a different one and wasn’t upset at all. I shared my worries about having upset him initially and he said, “If it’s not comfortable then I’m not going to get the response out of you I want when I fuck you.” So that was that lol, he’d rather have me squealing in pleasure than grunting in discomfort even if he enjoyed the position which is nice. I’m not sure if you would encourage others to be this way though from what I’ve seen the last few days in anonymous messages to you about people telling their Alphas how to fuck them.

We tried me riding him which was fun, he liked watching me try to take his cock and keep my balance (which while not overly long is pretty thick). But eventually it all ended up with me back on my stomach and him fucking me in to the mattress. Do Alphas just really like doggy style? It always seems to be his go-to. He grabs my hair and just lets loose fucking me as hard as he wants. He’ll slap my ass or choke me a little and growl out dirty things in my ear. Which now include faggot, which…for some reason even though it used to make me uncomfortable (and still does a little but I’m getting over it) makes my dick harder and makes me cum harder. Speaking of me cumming, I didn’t think that I could without something touching my dick. But he has told me to not stroke myself so that I can focus on him and he doesn’t touch my dick. So now I’ve been cumming without jacking it, it’s a very odd but amazing way to cum. 

As I’m sure some of your readers want to know, what he has said to me has been: “Your pussy is all mine. This is what you need isn’t it, faggot?” “Look at you. You’re my fucking bitch” <— Usually when I’m moaning loudly or biting my lip. And he’ll praise me if I tighten my asshole around him or tell him I need his cock in me. He’ll say “That’s a good boy.” or “That’s a good faggot.” Or will just cuss under his breath and fuck me harder which is a bigger compliment all together lol.

Monday night he thankfully gave my ass a break but absolutely fucked my throat raw while telling me everything he planned to do with me. He’s a pretty kinky guy and told me he’d work me up to getting restrained and properly spanked and slapped and choked more during sex. Which sounds pretty exciting. He also said he’s through with the “condom bullshit,” since we’re both clean and I’m not going to get fucked by anyone else. So the next time he fucks me he’s going to breed me like I need to be bred, or so he put it. 

He also has fantasies he wants me to fulfill and everything that haven’t been fulfilled before or at least not properly so or just things he wants to experiment with. I’m usually down to try anything at least once but still I asked him why this all seems to be coming out of nowhere and erupting and he said it’s because his ex-girlfriend never let him. She liked gentle sex, to be made love to, to be cuddled and held afterwards and if he was starting to get what she thought was too rough she’d stop sex all together. Not because she had a tragic past or anything, but because she simply didn’t enjoy rough sex. He said it was nice and all occasionally and he didn’t mind the cuddling but he got bored and most of the time just wants to fuck how he wants. Which is usually hard, fast, and dirty. That’s not why they broke up though. Idk why that happened. But he said after that he’s been looking for a fag again and now he has one that he gets to mold how he wants.

Frat fag thinks this isn’t a hot entry in his story – can you believe that? I think this is VERY hot. I am so very impressed with frat fag, but I’m equally impressed by Alpha Duke! This is the quintessential Alpha/fag story, with each falling into their proper roles and each finding incredible satisfaction and fulfillment in the process!

Thank you to my dear brother, my little frat fag. He’s very brave, and very fortunate. He’s learning about his truth from a true Alpha! I cannot wait to hear about the further developments to come!

Just as Nature intended, indeed!

This is a continuation of the story of frat fag, the formerly
straight college male who discovered that he was truly a faggot when he
was dominated and taken by a college Alpha named Duke. If you want to
catch up, you can click on this link for all of the previous installments in this fascinating story.

One of the most viral posts I’ve seen on this blog recently came in the form of an ask by a (formerly) straight college fraternity student. In the account, the fraternity student detailed a story of how his drunken and very Alpha frat brother coerced him into getting fucked. 

You can read that initial (and very hot) account right here.

That encounter confused our young college friend, because he had never considered himself to be interested in guys at all until that moment, but after getting roughly taken and fucked by his Alpha frat brother, our friend was suddenly struggling to understand the new feelings rising inside of him. Which is what led him to contact me.

My answer to his questions in the first ask above led him to contact me again. This second time our fag frat brother began to question how a straight Alpha like his fraternity brother could fuck another male and still be straight. Its a thoughtful question that shows how deeply our fag frat brother was considering this new information and this sudden change in his life.

You can read that follow-up message right here.

At the end of my answer in that follow-up, I implored frat fag to contact me privately. He did, and we’ve begun to talk fruitfully about several things. With his permission, I am reproducing the latest email this frat fag sent me.

We can call my frat brother Duke for now. It’s not his real name or even his real nickname, but it’s easier than typing Frat Alpha over and over again. Anyway, Duke fucked me again this morning, he stayed over and made me cook dinner. This morning, I woke up to him grabbing me by the hair and stroking himself above me. He pulled me up and told me to lick his balls but to look him in the eye while I did it. So far when I’ve been sucking him off I haven’t really looked at him. I don’t know why, maybe it’s worry that he’ll think less of me? Idk but he was very insistent on me looking at him this time. Especially when he pulled my mouth open to suck his cock. He kept whispering “that’s right, look right at me boy.” or “watch me fuck your mouth” and it got more intense from there. I felt this weird ball of maybe anxiety in my stomach. I don’t know what it was actually, it was just a tight knot but the harder he fucked my mouth the less tight the knot became in my stomach. What was that? I’ve tried looking for something to explain it but I haven’t. I assume it was anxiety but it didn’t feel like that.

Then he ordered me to stop sucking because he wanted to “fuck me right.” He flipped me over, pulled off my underwear and spit on my asshole. Which felt weird honestly. He hadn’t done that before but seemed to be in a rush or in a frenzy. I don’t know what had come over him. Maybe just because he had only fucked me once and was just eager to do it again. He got on a condom (which was thankfully lubed) and squeezed himself inside of me. Slowly at first like he had done before. I mean he’s got a pretty good size cock. I think probably about 6 or 6 ½ inches. Bigger than mine if I’m being honest. He started pumping in to me and grunting in my ear. I tensed up and that made him push me down on the bed to where my arms weren’t supporting me anymore and only my ass was up against him. He then started thrusting harder and that of course made my own moaning and noises louder. I remember telling him “it hurts” but he said “it’s going to. You can take it.” He slowed a bit but kept the intensity of his thrusts the same, if that makes sense. I don’t know how long he was fucking me, but then something happened to where I gripped the sheets and almost felt like I was going to pass out but in a good way. He buried his cock all the way in me and said “I’m going to make you my true bitch” then started fucking me harder and faster than he did before. Like I said I gripped the sheets and submitted. After he was done and pulled out I just curled up in a ball. My ass was and still is very sore. More so than it was before. I just felt raw and open. He seemed pleased with himself though. I’m still trembling a bit when I remember it. It was a very fiery experience, I kind of felt like I wanted to cry but it wasn’t a cry from having my asshole destroyed. I mean it hurts and it hurts a lot, but not really in a way that makes me want to cry. It just felt overwhelming I guess? I know this doesn’t make a lot of sense and it probably just embarrassing for me to admit. But yeah, that was my experience early this morning. 

Incredible, isn’t it? In this story we see almost all of the classic signals common to the dynamic between an Alpha and a faggot. For example, Duke the Alpha frat brother was able to sense the true faggot nature in his frat brother, and aggressively took control. We see the slow dawning of acceptance by the previously straight frat fag, as well as the adjustment of priorities as a new reality settles upon him. And, most of all, we see the truth of the Alpha/fag dynamic as it plays out in real time. 

Frat fag asked a question about the use of the word “faggot,” which he considered to be a hateful, derogatory term. This is what I wrote to him:

Yes, I suppose the term “fag” or “faggot” is offensive to average gay or straight Men. That’s because the term is derogatory and denotes a lack of masculinity.

That’s why it’s perfect for extremely submissive males who are only servants of Men and Alphas. A faggot serves the needs of Men, surrendering themselves and their own desires in order to satisfy the Men they serve.

Many times a faggot will first hear that term applied to itself and will feel either excitement or comfort being called that. I’m curious if you’ve felt that type of reaction yet. Has Duke called you a faggot yet?

After agreeing that the use of the word “faggot” fits the overall scheme of the dominance and submission he’s experiencing with Alpha Duke, frat fag added this:

Duke has not called me faggot yet. He has called me his cocksucker, bitch, and servant, though.

This has been an incredible experience thus far, and it has developed so rapidly that it almost makes my head spin. I can only imagine what frat fag is going through as his life is aggressively transformed by Alpha Duke.

I will definitely keep you informed as this story continues!