Breathtaking! You put the right shirt on the right person, and it’s magic!
Here’s @masteraresson (formerly Master Daniel here) wearing his new Apex Alpha hero tank top from the Hierarchy Clothing store!
Perfection!
Buy here: officialhierarchy.com/products/certi…
I’ve often said that faggots have always served Alphas because it’s a perfect Hierarchical dynamic. In fact, there is plenty of evidentiary articles proving this fact.
Here’s more. This statue clearly depicts an Alpha carrying a smaller naked male on his shoulder as a type of trophy or conquered prize. (Via @mascfagamir)
Are you a faggot that lives in Los Angeles, California?
Do you want to be the owned, in-person faggot of a living Alpha God?
@nyfootgod has recently moved to LA and is in need of faggots to handle the following personal duties:
Here he is:
If you are a faggot local to the area and you are willing to obey
Contact me at fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com or contact Master @nyfootgod directly!
More and more straight Alphas are seeking out faggot cocksuckers that they can use for fast, professional service. It’s just a fact, folks.
There has also been a similar movement among straight married Alphas. Of course married Men cheat all the time, but you’d think that marriage would blind them to the use of faggots. That’s definitely changing these days.
Case in point: I received a letter from a married Alpha named Aaron. He’s 40 years old and enjoying his life as a mature married King.
But, as is typical in marriages, the lust goes out of the relationship and the sex isn’t coming as often as an Alpha Bull requires.
There is almost always only one great and dependable solution: FAGGOTS. Faggots never get tired of sucking dick, respect a Man’s right to privacy, swallow every drop of his precious cum, and thanks him afterwards. What more could a Man want?
Here’s Alpha Aaron’s letter:
I’m a 40 year old married white guy from near Indianapolis. I’m a former college athlete with an advanced degree who owns a small defense contracting firm. I’m in good shape, have all my hair, am easy on the eyes, and have had plenty of social and financial success all throughout my life. I was my high school’s validictorian, captain of the football and wrestling teams, played college football, and have a STEM PhD.
I’ve been using faggots online for about 10 years or so. When travelling for work, I found an outlet for sexual release in chatting, trading pics, emailing, or camming with fags that were interested in worshiping my cock. I totally get off on other people, men or women, looking at, commenting on, admiring, or otherwise talking about my dick. I love to show it off.
My wife lets me absolutely destroy her pussy, asshole, and/or mouth about every other evening, but the extended lockdown type situation and her early menopause is causing her to enjoy sex less and less. I used to travel about half the time for work, so she got much more of a break, but now I’m expecting sex on a much more frequent basis, she’s changing physically, and she realizes that she’s not really able to continue to give me what I need. So she’s told me I can seek sex elsewhere.
While going out for some strange pussy would probably be preferable to using a faggots mouth or ass, the baggage that comes with another relationship with a woman should be obvious. That just sounds like work. I’m interested in finding a few faggot cocksuckers that I can contact when I need to shoot a load. Ideally, I text them that I need to stop by, they get ready, then I show up and get sucked off. I’m assuming that establishing a few dedicated cocksuckers shouldn’t be that difficult, but we’ll see.
I’m not sure I’m into owning a faggot or two, that sounds like work. The word own implies that I have some responsibility for the fag, and that’s not really what I’m looking for. I want a fag or two that can appreciate a nice big cock, and show his appreciation with his mouth. Who knows that he’s just there for my sexual satisfaction and that I don’t need another wife, or son, or anything like that. I just need a warm hole to fuck, and he offers up his mouth like a substitute pussy.
Alpha Aaron is describing the basic dynamic between an Alpha and a faggot. This is exactly how Men should use faggots!
Here’s my prediction: Alpha Aaron is going to find a faggot, fuck its throat, and feed it multiple loads. And he’s going to love the easy service and worship that comes with faggots that he’s going to keep coming back to use them again and again.
It happens all the time!
I don’t think it’s bragging anymore to crow about the effect this website has had on the lives and sexual adventures of its readers. I’m very proud of the FWA effect, because it’s been able to change many lives and inspire people.
One recent testimonial of the FWA effect comes from a faggot I’ll call Decatur. He wrote me this amazing email about an experience he had:
Hey Sam,
Just wanted to let you know you’ve enhanced my sex life. I was meeting up with this dom top last night for the first time in six months. (Before Covid, we usually connected about every other month). Anyway, he’s uber-masculine, bearded, hairy, very muscular, about 6-2, thick 8 inches. He’s always the top and always gets serviced with no recip. While we’ve been meeting up for about three years now under those unspoken but understood conditions, we’ve never gone any further with the idea.
Last night, while I was sucking him, I told him very briefly about your website and told him I think of him as an Alpha male. He just kind of growled in approval and said “Yeah, I am” and grabbed my head and started throat fucking me. I was trying to get him to call me a fag, but he’s a rather polite and quite person, too, and didn’t say that. I think he thinks I’d be offended. He’s on the quiet side and usually just says things like “keep doing that,” “that feels good,” “you’re good.” Things more of orders or encouragement.
Later, when he was fucking me, it was a very good fuck. But at one point, I told him, “I feel like you’re cunting me.” Boy he loved that. He didn’t say a word, but he went into overdrive on the fuck the second he heard those words. It definitely sent me into the zone — it hurt but I just didn’t care. And I could tell he was enjoying the rut on a new level. That went on about five minutes and he just exploded in me. He stayed buried a couple of minutes, pulled out abruptly, slapped my ass and said, “I just rearranged your guts!” and headed for the shower.
The truths and the words used here at FWA exert such power for two reasons:
1. These are primal truths
2. They are instantly identifiable by all Men
Words and concepts like “cunting” or “faggot” have tremendous power. They hit Men right in the gut. They’re trigger concepts.
Decatur fag’s Alpha heard those terms and immediately went into a powerful rut. I’m sure Decatur fag was shocked by the instantaneous reaction of his normally-reserved Alpha, but in a good way!
Hopefully Decatur fag can continue to apply these concepts and use them to shape his Alpha!
This is Master @tyler__dom’s pierced cock. I served an Alpha with a Prince Albert piercing, and mostly hated it because it caused issues while getting face fucked.
I just don’t understand why anyone would deface something as beautiful as a cock. 🤷🏻♂️
Earlier today I discussed the average cock of TotalAlphaTop. I later had a brief discussion about the issue.
I loved his response.
This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Matt, a straight male and friend of Alpha Jin who slowly came to understand the wonders of faggot worship. Click here to read all of these posts in order!
The other day my wonderful Master Matt was telling me how much he loved fucking his faggot Michael when he stopped to ask a question.
He asked: “I’m worried that I might be turning gay. What do you think, faggot?”
Of course, there really is no such thing as “turning gay.” We are born with natural attractions and needs that must be satisfied. Once we reach sexual maturity we begin hunting for whatever our genetics tell us we need.
In the case of Master Matt, he’s been hunting and devouring female pussy ever since he produced his first drop of precum. The drive in him has never stopped or even slowed down; in the midst of a deadly pandemic and while also owning a personal faggot he was still dating a fucking females!
Why? Because he MUST do it to satisfy those genetic desires he’s had since birth.
Because he is a STRAIGHT ALPHA MALE.
Still, there is no escaping this fact: Master Matt absolutely loves fucking/breeding Michael, and he finds Michael extremely sexy in those moments when Michael is naked and submitting to him. There are times when Master Matt is so overcome by desire in those moments that he holds his faggot down and pounds it mercilessly like a literal animal.
So what is causing these polar-opposite reactions? The deep submission of the faggot is a macro answer, but if we investigate it more, it most likely comes down to this: the chastity cage.
The sight of a male in chastity evokes many visceral emotions in Men (and particularly Alphas). The first reactions usually involve confusion and curiosity.
But eventually the Man realizes that the caged male is no longer a Man. It is a lesser thing, a faggot. A toy for the needs of Men. When they realize that, it’s like a stoplight turning from red to green on a long abandoned highway. The Man can do whatever he wants to this caged, submissive creature before him and there is nothing that can stop him.
I liken it to tossing a bright, shiny toy into a monkey cage. At first the monkey is cautious, but curious. Then the monkey tests out the toy to make sure it’s safe. Before long that monkey is tossing the toy around the cage with abandon.
Faggots locked in chastity are toys for Men to use.
And Men instinctively know this, too. You might remember the incredible true story I published about Master Seb turning his straight friend Raoul onto the use of faggots (CLICK HERE). Master Raoul wanted NOTHING to do with faggots at all, and kept turning Master Seb away every time he’d mention it. Naturally it wouldn’t interest him because he’s a straight young Man.
Then Master Seb ordered his personal faggot to undress, and Master Raoul saw the faggot’s chastity cage … and a switch instantly flipped! Master Raoul almost immediately pounced (Master Seb’s word) on the faggot and fucked it without mercy!
I think Master Matt is experiencing this effect of faggot chastity on his emotions. Even from the first time Master Matt saw a faggot in a cage, it turned him on incredibly. He had an overwhelming need to pin caged faggots down and breed them.
But it’s not sexual attraction so much as it is the Alpha need to POSSESS and CONTROL lesser objects. He loves mounting and breeding his locked faggot because it reinforces his power as an Apex Alpha; his big Alpha cock is all that matters, and because his faggot is locked he doesn’t need to worry about the sexual pleasure of anyone but himself. As it should be.
There is a reason so many locked faggots get fucked in gyms. The Men there see the locked faggot and know it is meant to be bred by Alpha Bulls. It’s simply an animal reaction, like the monkey and the toy.
Men are programmed for this. It’s primal.
So Master Matt is absolutely NOT gay in any way. He is simply fulfilling his Hierarchical duty as one of Earth’s greatest Alpha breeders. I am SO PROUD of Master Matt for thinking so deeply about this subject and being humble enough to to express his doubts and fears!
And I am so proud to be his faggot, too!
I talk a lot about Alphahood and the qualities that make up a real Man.
But a true Alpha isn’t just a genetically superior Man, just some object of worship. He’s the definition of Manhood in his heart and soul. He protects the weak and downtrodden. He battles the cruel and dangerous.
And he defends the truth.
In the video above is an Alpha named Matthew Cooke. In it he battles the “cruel and dangerous” with a simple weapon: THE TRUTH. His gaze never wavers, and the tone of his voice is level and clear. He is standing up for righteousness the way true Alphas do.
I made a shirt to celebrate these greatest of Alphas. These Apex Alphas among us.
I dearly wish he would wear it. He deserves it after that video of pure Alpha truth and courage!
This is the most gorgeous image of true ownership I’ve ever seen!
The bond between an Alpha and his owned faggot is the same between a Man and his faithful dog. Intense, primal, true.
One is the possession of the other, but there is a deep appreciation of purpose above all.
Since going into chastity last March/April, I’ve undergone a transformation in my understanding of the importance of chastity.
I no longer believe chastity is a fringe kink or fetish. I now believe chastity is a vital component of a faggot’s training and conditioning.
I might write more about this soon, but there is definitely a change that happens in Men when they see a male in chastity. They’re partially fascinated by it, but mostly they are like lions spying a wounded gazelle … they want to pounce on it.
Here is a superthread compiled by @tru_fag that shows Men doing exactly that with locked or covered faggots.
This thread follows the story of Trey, a faggot who was outed and eventually enslaved by his Alpha co-worker. CLICK HERE to follow this true story in chronological order!
The story of Trey’s subjugation by the Alpha at work really struck a nerve with many faggots in my audience. I guess there are all sorts of reasons why, but the primary reason probably involves the real-world implications of the story. This kind of domination feels more possible to most people. We all know that cocky, upwardly-mobile Alpha that we would serve in a heartbeat. Here is Trey living out this fantasy in real-time.
When we last left off from the story, Trey had surrendered his office to his Alpha, James. This public humiliation crushed Trey while completely empowering Alpha James.
My Alpha is in my office now and I’ve moved to a cubicle. He smirks every time he walks by. Because he knows I’ll do anything for him. I told him about your site so I think he’s been checking it out. He did set up a rule that if I come to his office I will kiss his feet before speaking. So I have to do that every time. He also wants me to come over after work today.
Then, suddenly, there was a new wrinkle:
Quick update. He reminded me just now of a time a few months back when I wrote him up for insubordination. He said I’ll need to be punished for that tonight. I’m nervous, sam. I have no clue what to expect tonight.
Trey may not have realized what was coming, but I knew. I’ve been on the receiving end of Alpha retribution, and I could hear in those words the plans forming in Alpha James’ head. Trey was headed for something intense.
Hours later I heard from Trey again.
I just got home. I took your advice. I pushed past my fear and accepted my fate. It was a bit rough. I went over to his house. He ordered me to strip and I did. He then wanted me over his knee and he spanked me very hard. It hurt so bad. I begged and pleaded for forgiveness. I told him he was My superior and I always will remember it. I was in tears by the end but I still kissed his feet. Thanked him for correcting me. And he rewarded me by allowing me to sniff his jockstrap. I still can’t even sniff his cock but just smelling his jock was amazing. I tasted all the sweat and I was just in awe of how powerful this man is. Last night I couldn’t sit. My ass was on fire. But I learned a valuable lesson in never disrespecting my superiors again. I’m desperate to taste his cock.
What a powerful example of Alpha training!
I want to underline an important point: Alpha James has, to my knowledge, never owned a faggot before. He’s a straight Man. And yet enslaving, owning, and disciplining a faggot is happening naturally. Alpha James’ instincts on these matters are spot-on. It’s like Alpha James was programmed from birth to own and use faggots!
It just really underscores that Hierarchy is 100% natural. Men are built with the natural talent of faggot ownership, and it is just as natural as a faggot’s inborn need to serve.
Trey has become the first faggot to this extremely dominant Alpha, the doorway to an entire new world of worship and service and ultimate power. It’s an exciting time!
I told Trey that I believe Alpha James will eventually use Trey’s throat and, potentially, his pussy. Trey practically passed out at the suggestion. I think that because Alpha James made it a point to train his new faggot on his ball scent. Again, this kind of training is an extremely potent form of mind-control. The use of it in faggot training is advanced stuff, yet Alpha James unleashed it effortlessly from his arsenal. So magnificent!
Trey is very, very lucky to find himself owned by an obvious Apex Alpha like Master James. I hope Alpha James will feed Trey soon and really cement his everlasting power!
This was written by @kavlarosg.
Often when we talk about Hierarchy we refer to it in a sexual sense, but in its purest form the application of Hierarchy doesn’t require sexual dominance. For instance, every day in workplaces around the world Men jockey for positions of power over each other. Over time, the Apex Alphas in these mini-Hierarchies become obvious, as do the office faggots serving as stepping stones for greater Men.
A few days ago I received a letter from a faggot named Trey that perfectly illustrates this everyday Hierarchical power struggle in the corporate world. Here was his letter:
I started work at my job (online sporting goods retailer) about 7 years ago. It’s been a great job so far. My rival was hired on about 4 years ago. We didn’t get along from the very beginning. I thought he had a cocky attitude and I didn’t like it. So we butted heads a lot for a long while. It was weird but there was one day I was bent down to get something from a shelf and he walked up and I looked up at him. I immediately felt like that was my place. Where I should be. I guess it was like there was something inside me telling me he is an alpha and I’m a faggot. Whether I like him or not I should recognize that. It took a while for me to really figure out how I was feeling. And it is like the more I felt it the more humiliated I became. And that only seemed to make him more cocky. He started noticing I wouldn’t look him in the eye. And one day he told me to get him coffee and I found myself in the kitchen making him a cup of coffee. I was technically his “boss” in a way but here I was doing things for him. And once he realized I was doing these things he began to demand more. Once in a meeting he literally told my boss that he should be my boss. He said this right in front of me and my boss looked at me as if wondering what I was going to do about it. I looked down at the floor and just sat there. And my boss complimented him on showing initiative. So, it just kept going like this for a while until I basically was his assistant. Doing his errands, picking up his dry cleaning. And I couldn’t even tell you how it truly began because it was so gradual. It’s like one day I woke up and I was taking care of all his needs. Even washing his car for him. I felt I had to set personal feelings aside because this is an alpha and my job was to serve him and make him happy. I’ve even gone as far as going to his house and cleaning it for him.
Incredible!
This is probably the most blatant example of focused Alpha power being applied in an office setting that I’ve ever heard! This Alpha simply understood he was the superior Man and he wasn’t going to allow an inferior male to have what he knew belonged to him!
For Trey, the acceptance has required a slow, uncomfortable realization about the truth. Trey has been forced to swallow his pride repeatedly as the layers of masculinity have been stripped away by Hierarchical power.
But as the truth has dawned on Trey, so has peace. He wrote the following:
It’s like suddenly everything in my life makes sense to me again. I just recently realized I am a faggot. My rival at work basically brought it out in me. At first I was just humiliated by it all but now I’m starting to see that it’s my purpose in life. So i guess I’m not confused now as to why I am willing to serve him even though I didn’t like him.
There is no evidence of the existence of Alphahood more powerful and definitive than the example of Trey and his new owner!
Great rough sketch of a Man’s deserved place in the Hierarchy by @cado_tk32!
I’ve said it countless times … the direct approach works! That’s why I created my book “May I Serve You, Sir?”.
Alphas know what you are and why you exist. It doesn’t surprise them (unless they’re just really stupid). A moment of courage can lead to a lifetime of memories!
This thread follows Master Louis, a wise Alpha owner of faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
There’s a cadre of stupendous Alphas with whom I’ve communicated over the years and never discussed publicly on this site. In some ways these Men are a secret weapon on this site because they keep me grounded and focused on the true function of this site. They’re the Watchers, the invisible Alphas mentoring me in private. I treasure them.
One such Alpha is Master Louis. I met him online a couple of years ago and struck up a very nice rapport over that time. He always gives me bits of Alpha wisdom that I take to my heart. He’s also quite dominant, which makes my little fag heart flutter every time we speak.
I know Master Louis has been hungry to own a new faggot, but this year has been bad for that. So I was encouraged to hear that he had found a young, trainable faggot near him.
Prior to meeting Master Louis gave his new faggot Owen a strict rule: it was not to touch its (uncaged) clit or masturbate at all.
Well, little Owen made the mistake of opening up this site … and after reading the stories here and playing with itself the faggot ejaculated.
I’ll give Owen credit: it told the truth to its new Master. Master Louis was displeased, naturally, and decided the fag needed to be punished. Part of that punishment involved Owen confessing its crime to me (what am I? A priest??) in a three-way chat and figuring out an appropriate punishment.
Owen dutifully wrote to me of the experience:
As i worked into the wee hours last night, i found my faggot mind, excited about recently entering the ownership of My Master, curious what the internet says about Master / fag dynamics. Inspired and horny, i read through fagsworshipalphas.com. Even though i knew i shouldn’t and Master would be upset, i began rubbing my faggot clit. The advice, stories, photos, and videos on the site were too much for me to withstand and i ejaculated in my pants. I resolved to inform My Master the following morning.
Master had arranged for a short meet / use at His place around lunch time. Having just learned that His fag disobeyed him, Master was going to have to punish me. I knew He would, but did not know how, save for it might involve the dildo i was instructed to bring.
When i arrived, i received instructions to strip (all but my jock) and assume the bitch pose, which Master had recently taught me. Eagerly i did, presenting my pussy for Sir. I heard His footsteps approach, and made sure my back was arched as He taught me. He inspected my hole and said something like “I can’t believe you disobeyed me, faggot.”
My punishment was uncomfortable, but i understood why He made me do it. I had to kneel on a shoe tray, the kind with ridges that dug into my knees, while demonstrating my throat progress on the dildo suctioned to a floor to ceiling mirror. Sir sat and watched me go deep as possible, licking the silicon balls at the deepest point. At times He would push my head even deeper down on the dildo, telling me to look into my own eyes in the mirror and know I’m a faggot. It was gruelling, but i enjoyed satisfying Him in that way.
He instructed me to get off the shoe tray and kneel before Him, and asked if I would touch my clit again. “No, Sir,” I said through teary eyes and drool soaked lips. He had me do bitch position and places a foot on my face.
At his request, i repeated, “i won’t touch my clit again.”
Then, He allowed me to service His Cock with my throat, commanding the long, deep strokes He loves. I obliged happily best i could, drool running all over. Kind and rewarding as He is, He allowed me to swallow His Load. He came right at the back of my mouth, and told me to hold it in my mouth and say “Thank you” which i did. Then he gave me permission to swallow. As time was nearly up, i obeyed Sir’s command to clean up, clothes on, and leave. We conferred electronically from there, sharing thoughts and gratitude on the experience. I will definitely be going back for more, thank you, Master!
First of all, fag Owen is an excellent and expressive writer, which I love. But, more importantly, Owen has the correct mindset. A faggot’s outlook is directly tied to its success in general. A faggot’s life isn’t easy. A positive, humble, and respectful attitude will carry a true faggot through the tough times. Owen has that already.
But I also got to witness Master Louis in action as an owner, and I came away with an even deeper respect for him. He’s thoughtful and compassionate with his faggots, always seeking the training that will improve the faggot the most.
When an Alpha finds the right faggot, magic happens. Those ancient Hierarchical laws forged into the DNA of all males takes over, and fulfillment is the result.
I commend Master Louis and his new faggot Owen for finding that fulfillment, too!
This thread follows the incredible life of 26-year-old Apex Alpha Marco. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
Two days ago I received this message on Kik messenger:
Hey.
My fag messaged me and suggested I try and get you to write about us on your blog. I’ve read through it. I didn’t realize how big of a thing this was. I thought it was pretty uncommon tbh. But I guess it’s not.
But anyways. My fag mentioned he wants to see if you’d write about me. He thinks people should know about me.
He’s been good. So I thought I would try.
I always think it’s a good sign when a faggot pushes its Master to contact me (and then he does) for two reasons:
1. The faggot thinks so highly of its Master that it wants the world to know about him.
2. The faggot is allowed to have open, frank communication with its Master, indicating a quality Alpha.
But “quality Alpha” barely describes Apex Alpha Marco, the Apex Alpha I’ve come to know over the last few days.
Master Marco is a 26-year-old straight Alpha in Boston, Massachusetts. He’s been fucking faggots for about 10 years, but the casual, convenient fucks of the past have more recently morphed into full-blown Ownership of a married domestic faggot and a personal faggot named John (the fag who encouraged him to contact me).
I asked Master Marco to describe his first experience using a faggot in high school:
Some fag catfished me (before we knew what being catfished was).
He stole my number from his friend. Pretended he was a girl at my school (huge school with thousands of kids).
He told me to meet him at the theatre to make out. When I saw it was a guy. I started to walk away. He offered to suck me off. I was so horny I didn’t care. So then for a while I’d meet him and have me suck him off whenever I needed it. I was 16 years old.
That faggot serviced Master Marco through high school, but college saw him branch out more:
I had a few in college. But that was more because I thought it was ironic.
I ended up being a cheerleader. And guys always did that BS of making fun of us male cheerleaders.
You know that type of stuff. But what most of them didn’t know is I was fucking our basketball captain and soccer captain and baseball captain.
Like the three most popular guys on campus were getting on their knees and begging for my dick.
Nice! College was also where Master Marco first tried fucking fag pussy.
I want to say it was the baseball captain. It was either him or the soccer captain. I can’t remember.
But it was right after a big basketball game. We had been cheering for hours. I was disgusting from tumbling and throwing girls all day.
I went to the locker room and changed out if my uniform got in the ice bath. The basketball team was across the way and their captain was trying not to eye me down.
The other guy had come into the locker room to shoot the shit after the game. I stayed after the basketball players and fell asleep in the ice bath.
I woke up and it was just me and the baseball captain. I remember now. He was studying athletic training and said he’d lock up after me.
He came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders and my arms. He knew I had gotten hurt earlier that year and “wanted to make sure I was okay”.
I think this was my first time truly being worshipped and not just getting head.
He ended up coaxing me out of the ice bath and laid me on one of the tables to give me a massage. I fell asleep again.
I woke up to his mouth in my dick. He wasn’t my favorite at blowjobs. But he did the job. He covered my eyes with a towel and told me he wanted me to relax and focus on getting off. I wasn’t going to argue with that.
Before I knew it he was sitting on me and I could feel him sliding down my dick. Hearing this buff guy moan like a bitch as he tried to take my dick turned me on so hard that I fucked him until he cried. Then I made him wash off my body in the shower.
I saw him that night at the bar with his girlfriend and couldn’t stop laughing knowing I made him my bitch.
Since leaving college Master Marco has largely stuck to using faggots due to their convenience and complete servitude.
I didn’t really date anyone. I was too busy with school and being an athlete. Which is why I used those guys. But tbh. Now that I’m out of school. i don’t really date either. I’m much more interested in having guys do things for me than dating anyone.
Girls all want to get married and have kids and honestly. I could care less about that stuff right now. How could I not. I go to my job. Come home to one fag at my door ready to cook and clean and the other soon after to worship me.
But this year the pandemic changed everything about Master Marco’s mindset regarding his use of faggots.
When I first moved to Boston was after this whole pandemic hit the fan and fucked everything up. And all the girls on the dating apps weren’t doing the whole hookup thing without it being serious.
I knew that gay guys didn’t care. So I downloaded Grindr. Boom. He (John) came over and sucked me off. And then I couldn’t get him to leave me alone. The rest is history.
Master Marco owns two faggots; John, a cute Italian twink faggot used solely for sexual relief and worship, and “faggot” (Master Marco says he doesn’t know its name) a married slave that handles domestic chores only like cleaning and cooking, shopping, etc.
Neither faggot lives with Master Marco, but both come on command when he needs something. When I asked him if he had plans to expand his ownership of these faggots or add more to his stable, Master Marco said:
Maybe in the future. But for now. This is perfect. Especially in the pandemic. Sex whenever I want and turn down service to boot.
I wish I knew about this sooner. Grad school would’ve been way easier if I knew It could’ve been this easy.
Indeed!
That’s the funny thing about Men, particularly straight Men, when it comes to using faggots: they’re always underestimating the faggot need to serve. They always think there are limits to what they can do with faggots, when literally there are no limits.
But ownership of faggots this year has really deepened Master Marco’s understanding of his own Alphahood and Hierarchy in general.
Tbh. The whole Alpha fag thing started with one of my current ones. I always thought calling people fags was rude. And my parents raised me to be humble. So the whole alpha male thing was always weird to me.
But gay guys have always flocked to me. I was an athlete in high school. I played football. Basketball. Ran track and all that. I’ve always been taller and more attractive than other guys. But never really cared because I thought it would make me an asshole.
But with my main fag. He’s really taught me a lot about all of this.
He’s read a few of your stories with me and made me realize that I’m an alpha and that he’s a fag. And I’ve been missing out on being worshipped for years.
I didn’t truly believe it until I met my second fag. He literally threw himself at my feet and basically begged me to use him.
But I see now that Hierarchy is real.
As is typical with Apex Alphas, Master Marco’s appetite for domination is insatiable. So to that end he’s decided to begin owning faggots online to satisfy his need for worship.
Master Marco is joining findom Twitter to allow faggots to serve him from around the world.
His Twitter account is:
@BosAlphaMarco
I’m sure you’ll be hearing much more about Master Marco here on the site. In fact, we’re already discussing interview possibilities on the podcast, potentially featuring his faggot as well! So stay tuned!
In the meantime, kneel and submit to your new GOD:
Piss is a curiously specific fetish. Almost everybody has a reaction to the act of a Man pissing, whether it be into a toilet or out in nature.
We all know that urine is a marking substance. Animals use it to mark their territory, for instance. That instinct to mark territory with piss is less defined in Men, but when it’s used in that way as a sex act it takes on a primal element that cannot be ignored.
Of course, it’s well understood that Male piss carries his hormone markers that allow him to leave his particular scent in a location. It also gives him the power to imprint his female or faggot on the scent of his piss if he chooses.
So as a substance, piss is quite powerful both physically and psychologically. But what is it about even the SOUND of a Man pissing that affects those who hear it?
When I used to stand up to pee with others in the house, I used to make a great effort to avoid the water in the toilet. Why? Because I was self-conscious about people hearing me pee.
But over the years of serving Alphas I’ve noticed that they are the exact opposite – they love aiming for the water so that everyone can hear the deep, heavy stream of piss they’re releasing. When Men piss outside, they invariably try to piss on hard surfaces (walls, rocks, concrete) because the sound of their piss stream slapping on these hard surfaces is satisfying to them – and anyone else listening.
I was curious how other owned faggots felt about the sound of their Masters pissing, so I conducted an informal survey of chastity fags. Every single faggot mentioned these two feelings when they heard the sound of their Master’s piss streams:
1. It reminded them they are not Men because they have to sit to urinate.
2. It turned them on to hear a Man piss.
Interesting!
For Men, it’s just pissing. It’s a natural act. But I think Men should be aware what a powerful effect the sound of their piss has on subs and faggots.
It may be meaningless to a Man, but the sound of his piss means everything to us.
A findom Master showed me his bank statement for the month of November.
He made $102,093.24 last month. Approximately $80,000 came from tributes from faggots.
This is outrageous.
Ignore the fetish-y picture and focus on the words of @MasterHusband.
His logic is unassailable and perfect. Hierarchy is the world’s oldest and purest truth.
When we accept our purpose within it, we find peace.
Thank you Master!
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This goes beyond training. This faggot is demonstrating a deep submission that can only be explained genetically.
This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s hard to serve a straight Alpha. Eventually, they will fall in love with a girl and leave many parts of their past life behind. Friends that aren’t convenient, sporting activities that take up time, etc. Almost always the first things to go are the whores and, more specifically, their faggots.
I remember when my first Alpha (who was straight) fell in love with a girl. Suddenly there was no time to feed me anymore. The phone calls dried up. There were awkward glances between us when we’d see each other socially. I occasionally forced myself into his life; we had a couple of early morning screaming matches that always left me in tears. It was an ugly end to what was just the beginning of my new purpose.
And I was almost 19 years old! Imagine what poor little Michael experienced when his Master Bob did the same thing!
Here’s Michael’s story about the end:
After a few years of regular service to Alpha Bob He started dating a regular girlfriend. In my experience, this had heretofore resulted in the end of previous arrangements with other Alphas. One evening after dinner, which was always at 6:30 in our house, the phone rang. Like most families in the days before personal cell phones, the youngest always scrambles to answer the phone out of sheer nosiness about who is calling and it was Bob. He said He wanted to talk to me at His house. When i arrived He seemed to be home alone and took me into His bedroom, which He also shared with His older brother Scott. Scott had the same build as Bob, but Scott had black hair.
Bob told me to sit on the side of His bed. As usual, i had questions about what we were doing and Alpha Bob said, “Just sit and wait. We can’t mess around yet because Scott is in the shower getting ready to go out. After He leaves we can mess around.” Then He left the room and went to the basement. I heard the shower stop and about 3 minutes later a wet-haired Scott walked in with a towel wrapped around His narrow waist. Nothing was said. I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the dresser. Scott stood with His back to me facing the dresser, reaching in a drawer and pulling out a pair of white briefs which He slowly placed on top of the dresser. He seemed to hesitate and then turned around to face me while dropping the towel.
There i sat face to face with a very large Alpha cock staring me in the face. Long, thick, cut, and with a dark bush of pubes around the base. His balls hung loose and free in the warmth of His freshly scrubbed scrotum. Scott just stood there and i just stared with my mouth slightly open. All He said was, “Well?” I knew what was to be done and leaned forward to suck yet another big teen cock. His right hand settled on the top of my fag head and He guided my strokes until He nutted. That fast He turned away and said, “Go downstairs. Bob is waiting.” I was up off the bed and out the door like a shot.
When i found Bob sitting in the rumpus room in the basement He was sullen. No tv was on. He was just staring a bit flush. He said, “Did you do it?” I said, “Yes.” He replied, “Ok.” I was left to figure out what happened on my own, but to this day I believe older Alpha prevailed upon younger Alpha to share the fag and i also suspect there were some unpleasant exchanges over it. Kind of like when a friend asks to borrow your car and you think that is a bit too much to ask, but get pressured to give in. He seemed to feel ill used and put upon. For the next two hours He fucked me all over that house. He fucked me in His shared room with Scott, the living room, the garage, and once it was dark enough out He took me in the back yard and planted His seed under the stars. It felt very much like He was reasserting ownership of His fag. Interestingly, once seemed to have been enough for Scott. He never asked for any other favors and acted normal if distant around me the few times we encountered each other after that.
There were other instances of sharing as well. One involved a pool match in His basement. Master Bob told me to come over one summer mid-morning. His house was empty of family. When i knocked He let me in and told me to go downstairs. As i got to the basement with Bob right behind me i saw another guy standing at the pool table with a cue in His hand.
We were not introduced and i did not recognize Him. He was older but had that look where He could have been 16 or 25. He wore jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers. Over the next hour or so i was used in the following ways: Stripped naked and gave head to both of them, but they did not cum. A pool cue was unscrewed and the blunt end was inserted in my pussy while i knelt on the table to the great mirth of the unknown Alpha. The guy kept saying i can’t believe he lets you do this! Bob said, “he LIKES it!” The “fun” culminated with them playing a game of pool to see who got to fuck me first. I just remember wishing they would finish the game and get to it because the pool cue was not comfortable and i had to stand against a column with the threaded end of the cue wedged on the floor and not move.
While standing there Bob’s mom pulled into the driveway. The race was on to get dressed and look natural before that woman made it from the driveway and into the house! Since i was the only naked person at that moment i ran into the bathroom with my clothes and came out dressed. The other Alpha had left and Bob just said, “Let’s finish the pool game.” We did and then He told me to go home. It was a long time before He called me again.
More girlfriend, less fag. We were at a point where His random calls for service were becoming less frequent and my need for Cock was growing stronger. I needed dick and began approaching my friends to feel out their proclivities. Which of my peers might be open to some fun. I had two or three closer friends and i started with them. Carl was a Catholic boy and attended a parochial school (St. Joseph’s) and Mark was a Methodist and he attended the same 5th grade class as me at Northside Elem School. Carl was a swimmer, tanned and had blonde hair. All summer long he smelled like chlorine…lol. Mark was also fair-skinned but with brown wavy hair. Carl was as much a horn dog as i was and we had great mutual fun. Unfortunately, his family moved away a few months after we started playing around.
Mark was the best friend i had mentioned in an earlier piece. A few years after his original condemnation of my slut nature he was on the cusp of puberty. We started the normal playing around trying to reach those dry orgasms together. Then one day he asked me what i did with Bob. Considering we both had our pants down and were stroking each other’s boners i felt safe to tell him. “You suck him?” I said yes and he asked what that was like. I told him i liked doing it a lot. He looked slightly troubled by that information, but seemed to quickly recover. He dropped back on his elbows and said, “Suck me then.” This continued for several years and to his credit Mark stayed a fast friend continuing all the mutual hobbies together, vacations, church camps, etc until we graduated high school. He did stop letting me blow him during times when he had a girlfriend.
But Alpha Bob was not entirely out of the picture. Our meetings were infrequent, but building in intensity as i think He grew more and more to realize His dominance and my fag nature. Each time He seemed to be testing the limits He could push me to. This may seem ridiculous and obvious to anyone reading this now, but i was experiencing it in real-time and without the benefit of hindsight. The pool game was an example of this. Other examples included increasing His verbal degradation of me during sex. Forbidding me to wear underwear. Presenting me with a jock strap altered into a thong (it didn’t last long as He made it with regular cotton thread and it came apart), and making me blow Him for hours but not cumming. My jaws were exhausted, my throat was raw and my knees were screaming by the time He fed me.
By our last session He was not using lube to fuck me and was inserting objects in my pussy. One that comes to mind was a bundle of popsicle sticks (i don’t know how many) He put It in like a poorly designed butt plug and left them there while i sucked His cock. They were inserted dry so they stayed in place. When He thought He heard a car door He knelt on the sofa to look out the window. False alarm, but our change of positions resulted in His butt being level with my face. The visual when He glanced back must have inspired Him. “Kiss my ass faggot”. I kissed His right cheek and then His left. “No. Kiss my ASS!” You see where this was going. i definitely failed another test of manhood here when after some pleading for a reprieve that fell on deaf ears, i tasted His Alpha asshole. He loved it and after a few licks so did i. By this time i was about 12. i could be described as a seasoned fag willing to do anything for an Alpha.
Bob did some nice things for me over the years. First of course was allowing me to serve Him. But he also protected me. For example when i attended my first football practice in 7th grade He was on the HS team and showed up as a student athlete to help the Jr. High coaches. All beginning athletes are worried about older kids picking on or hazing them. The day before He saw me in our neighborhood and asked if i was worried. i acknowledged i was a little anxious. He told me to not worry, He would not let anyone mess with me. Sure enough the first day there were bullies circulating those unattended moments looking for smaller boys to harass. Just as they got to me Bob popped up and just said, “Leave him alone, he’s cool.” The bullies moved on and i was spared.
Bob eventually knocked up His girlfriend, got married and the last time i saw Him was in a food court at the mall wife and baby in tow. We locked eyes, i looked away to respect His situation and left the area so He could relax. No one wants their fag around during family time. Lol
What a bittersweet ending!
I was so impressed that Michael, handling all of this at an age much younger than I was, dealt with the loss of his first Master in such a matter-of-fact way.
Ultimately Michael went on to have a prolific career as a faggot for multiple Masters, and now enjoys his days in service to his King. So don’t weep for him, or even over his lost childhood. What he experienced has carried him through a joyful life!
This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Every faggot remembers their first true Master. It’s the moment the faggot makes reality what was once just hot fetish role play. It’s a rather shocking life development, probably the most significant change a faggot will ever undergo. It’s a bit like jumping from a sauna into an ice-cold lake.
Now imagine you’re eight-years-old and handling it!
That’s exactly what happened to Michael the faggot 55 years ago!
I’ll let my eloquent brother tell it:
The older teen next door was Bob. Another true Alpha Male. I think my brothers clued Him in on my pussy status and that after two years of service to their cocks I had not told on them to anyone. I was safe and reliable.
So the April I turned 8 I was home alone right after school. I always had a 1 1/2 hour window of time after school when i was unattended. This day there was a knock on the front door. I answered it and it was Bob. I knew Him and He was always friendly. I thought He was there to see my brothers but they were both at sports practices. He said, ‘I am here to see you buddy.” My heart skipped a beat; buddy was a trigger word for my fag side to come out and play. Did Bob know this? He walked right in and I was really confused. Then He started up the stairs to my bedroom and plopped down on my bed. I had followed Him up there and now stood in the middle of the room looking at this 6’ tall lean muscled strawberry blonde Man on my bed. I also was staring at his very noticeable bulge.
He told me to sit on the bed with Him and scooted over to make room. I complied and he said, “I know you want to see my dick. Don’t deny it. I see you looking all the time!” That was probably true as I had become very interested in watching Men’s crotches. Then He said I will do you a favor and let you look at it, but you have to take it out of my pants yourself. After some debate I finally reached out and undid His belt and unbuttoned his 501 Jeans. He wore white briefs under the jeans and He told me to lift the waist band and pull everything down to His knees. When I did it revealed an 8” masterpiece of circumsized cock. It was rock hard, ramrod straight and surrounded by blonde pubic hair. I knew what to do. I asked if i could stroke it and He nodded His Alpha head. I started stroking it and clear pearls of goo started to form on his piss slit.
Bob told me that goo appeared because i was making Him feel good. He told me to taste it by touching my tongue to the head of his cock. It took some cajoling to get me to do it , but my 8 year old fag self leaned forward and licked hard from the underside of the head up and over the piss slit and down the back side getting a tongue full of the precum. It was good and i told Him so. He then demanded that I suck His cock. He used just the right tone to get my mouth moving on His big dick. Bob was very different than my two brothers. Bob told me what to do and I just knew to obey Him. I put His large cock head in my mouth and He immediately put His hand on my head and started controlling my movements….how deep, how fast. I gagged a lot. As time progressed He would train that gag reflex out of me, but for now each thrust in delivered a serious gag from me. Finally He took me into my bathroom and made me kneel at the commode. The blow job was started all over again with him face fucking me real hard, but the toilet was right there in case I puked. I did not, but His penis did. It shot cock snot straight into my unsuspecting mouth and filled my mouth with the musty salty flavor. I immediately rebelled and started to spit His sperm out into the toilet. Then He struck a blow, hard to the left side of my face with His strong hand. The slap knocked me to the floor along the side of the commode. He was livid that I had spat part of His load out. He dragged me up and got in my face. “Don’t you ever disrespect a Man like that faggot!” “From now on you swallow whatever Men put in your faggot mouth.” I have never violated that order to this day.
But Bob wasn’t satisfied with only using Michael’s mouth. He also wanted to take Michael’s virginity.
The second lesson would begin the following week. Weekdays were best as they insured a solid hour and a half of privacy. We had developed other locations over the weeks. His parents had a basement with a pool table and i blew Alpha Bob a lot in a corner of the basement that allowed enough reaction time if a parent or sibling came down. I was quite dedicated to my duties as cock sucker too.
I can’t recall exactly the day, but my sense is it was a Monday after school. Alpha Bob came over. Now he just walked in as the door was never locked and the veil of civility was no longer needed. He came in and went straight to my room where i was waiting. He reminded me we would be doing something new and he had brought a small jar of Vaseline with him. He put that on the table by the bed. He told me to strip naked and lay face down on the bed. He placed a pillow under my hips and tummy and he laid down beside me on the outside edge of the bed. He was also naked. I was curious but not alarmed. I was well past being frightened or timid. He was my owner and i had heard Him defend me to another kid who called me a name.
He was whispering in my ear that i needed to be a good boy for Him and do as he said. While this was going on he retrieved a gob of Vaseline on a couple of His fingers and began lubing my asshole. Now i had an idea of what was in play as my brother John had tried a number of times to gain entry to my butt. I started to express some concern but i was shushed and told to relax and let Him play. H did this for quite a while until He had worked two fingers in and was able to finger fuck me easily and the discomfort was manageable. He said, “You are ready.” He moved to a position on top of my back and said i should relax and “…let me in.”
I felt His dick head pushing and rubbing on my hole, but it seemed He would not be able to slip in. He whispered, “Push out like you are trying to poop.” I pushed and almost instantly His fat cock head breached my sphincter. The screech i emitted could probably have woken the dead (maybe it did!) and i shot out from under Him like a bolt of lightning. He looked shocked at first and then just rested on his elbow and watched as i ran around the room holding my no longer virgin ass. It realistically took about a minute for the ice pick sensation to die down and i had settled on the floor against the far wall. He waited a bit and then, “Did the pain go away yet?” I acknowledged it had and He simply said, “Come back then we have to finish what we started.” Any Alpha boy, any Real Boy, any victim would have told Him to fuck off and left the room or even told on Him. But a faggot in the presence of an Alpha does none of that. I simply got up and walked over to Him and crawled back onto the bed. His smile was radiant and i knew i made the right choice.
This time He put me face up, pillow under hips and mounted me in the traditional missionary position as i willingly spread my fag legs to allow Him access to what i knew He wanted. The fuck went much better on the second try. I pushed out and He slid in until the head of His beautiful cock was lodged in side my sphincter. He began sucking and biting my nipples which helped distract me from the log in my asshole. Then He gradually worked His entire 8” into me and fucked for about ten minutes until He came a huge load into my new cunt. When He pulled out it felt like His cock was still inside me. As my gaping hole started to close up i quickly settled down with a slightly stingy, achy feeling in my butt. He looked at it and said it was all fine, no blood and we could do it again whenever He wanted. He went to the bathroom (i presume to clean His cock off) and then returned to dress. He said, “From now on you should try to shit before I come over.” I stood and started to reach for my clothes, but Bob simply said, “Stay naked until I leave bitch.” So i stood there not knowing what to do and feeling His cum start to leak a little and run down the back of my right thigh. In a second He was dressed. On His way out He stopped in front of me took my face in His hands and said, “You are a pussy boy now.” I had questions, but He was out the door before i could even say a word. I had an identity…fag, cock sucker and now pussy boy. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and for not the last time gave birth to His jelly babies.
My life had changed forever and i knew it. I also knew it was going to be challenging and sexy and sometimes scary.
Yes, things were about to become quite challenging … like when young Master Bob introduced threesomes into their play.
Once i was popped and more orally skilled the content of our sessions varied usually based on time and location. The time part is obvious, the locations varied from my room, His house (basement or bedroom), the woods, His car, a tool shed and even a church. The significant next issue was being used by Him and a friend. In this case the “friend” was my middle brother. You might recall he had been trying to get in my butt over the past year or so prior to Alpha Bob taking over. I had resisted out of panic and a lack of understanding i think. Once popped though it is apparent Alpha Bob shared that tidbit with my brother and the following happened about two or three weeks after my initial cunting.
It was still Spring, warm outside but not yet hot. It was a weekend evening. Parents were “out” somewhere, oldest brother also out. I thought i was alone except for my middle brother, who i shared a bedroom with upstairs. He called out to me telling me to come see him. Fags are obedient and this was no exception. I went upstairs and opened the closed bedroom door.
He was not alone. He sat on his bed along one wall and Alpha Bob was sitting on mine. I stood in the doorway. Alpha Bob said, “Come here.” I was hesitant and He repeated, “Come here.” I asked what He wanted while glancing back and forth between the two. I of course did not know my brother knew about Bob. Alpha Bob said in a tone i had heard before, “Come here and suck my dick fag.” I said, but HE is here, nodding toward my brother. “I don’t care. You need to listen.” My brother chimed in, “Do it.”
Slowly i walked across the small room to Alpha Bob. “Kneel”. I did. “Take it out.” I did. He leaned back on His elbows and said, “Suck it.” I obeyed. If the fag hook had not been set firmly before this, these simple acts of obedience certainly erased any doubt. While i was working on my Owner’s cock there was some type of non-verbal communications going on between the Males in the room. Seconds after throating Bob’s cock He locked His hand behind my head. i could move some but could not come off the cock in my mouth. My brother approached from behind and yanked my shorts and briefs down. What followed was my first spit roast. It didn’t last long. Both Alphas came quick and Alpha Bob was gone. My brother left the room and i assume He was washing the Vaseline and pussy juice off.
To be clear, the sex did not bother me. I was used to sucking cock and being fucked. My Owner’s cock was at least an inch longer and just as thick as my brother’s so it fit. The loss of privacy and anonymity of it did though. I was coming to grips with being a fag, pussy boy but in these times it was a closely guarded thing to know about someone. I really liked sucking Alpha cock and looked forward to it. Butt fucking was still bothersome, but i did what was needed. Big Brother came back and sat on His bed and gave me a talk about never telling anyone what happened and how much trouble we would be in. I swear He seemed scared and more upset than i was. After that, He would ask me to blow Him once in awhile, but that faded away when He got a girlfriend. He never mentioned it again, but also never tried to stop me from serving Alpha Bob or anyone.
From an adult perspective, none of this is easy to read. Michael acknowledged this fact several times (almost apologetically, even), and has waffled about even telling this true story.
But from a Hierarchical perspective, this story is invaluable.
Why? Because Michael’s experience unequivocally demonstrates that Alphahood is something inborn in certain Men. It also shows how Hierarchical roles supersede sexuality or morality.
When Males of any age are grouped together for a period of time away from prying eyes, ANYTHING can happen. Novels like Lord of the Flies express this fact. So do our prison systems.
And so does the account of Michael the faggot.
But the story definitely doesn’t stop there. The next installment involves a training exercise so genius and diabolical that I’m not sure it would’ve been concocted by Men twice (or three times) the age Alpha Bob was at the time.
This article by Sir Max Potter was inspired by his response in the comments section (CLICK HERE).
Not all Alphas want to ruin the lives of their Fags. Owning a Fag comes with a lot of responsibility. Where Alphas may make it tough on the Fag, wise Alphas will assure the Fag can continue to serve.
A Fag may have a spouse, job, bank account. If the Alpha costs the Fag these, it may break the Fag so severly as to no longer be abe to proivde the service the Alpha deserves. A Fag’s spouse may see like a distraction, but for a Fag in a happy marriage, the Alpha breaking it up will send the Fag into a tailspring of depression, so service could be discontinued or at least dispirited. The same is true for forcing the Fag to quit (or to lose) his job. If he’s been providing money, that ends. How will he live or have a cell phone to be summoned? Will the Alpha move the Fag into this house?
A wise Alpha will not destroy a Fags life, but assures the Fag is not distracted by those problems and can focus on the Alpha. Some of the articles on this site describe Alphas bring in Fags to live with them, or be sure they finish school. By managing the Fag, the Alpha gets a better servant. A servant more dedicated to the Alpha.
Some Alphas do disregard the life state of their Fags, and by doing so the Fag may feel compleled to withdraw service, or be made unable to serve. Burning through Fags means you have to constantly train new ones in your preferences.
Alphas who want a talented Fag devoted to him will assist the Fag, even if that is limited to not interfering. Guiding the Fag in staying loyal to marriages, working hard at their job, means the Fag will be on call and ready for years, providing more and more unquestioned service and more tailored to the Alpha’s preferences.
For an Alpha, providing good guidance is an inborn ability. For a Fag, following such good advice is a gold mine.
Faggots put in chastity by an Alpha should never be embarrassed about their cage when at the gym or in a bathroom.
Display it proudly! You are owned and you serve a superior Man!
#EmbraceHierarchy #ProudlyCaged #FulfillYourPurpose
Property where it belongs, safe in the embrace of its owner!
From the moment Master Matt locked up and claimed Michael as his first owned faggot, one thing was certain: Master Nick was going to eventually mount and breed it.
Why? Between Alphas, the sharing of faggot meat with Alpha brothers is a bonding experience. There are few things better for an Alpha to hear than his brother complimenting him on his faggot, because it’s not just a compliment on the faggot’s attractiveness, but also the Alpha’s power and control over his faggot.
For a faggot, there is no better way to serve an Alpha than to be the reason for such a compliment.
So last Saturday it was determined that, after their workout in the morning, Masters Nick and Matt would return to Matt’s condo for lunch and a threesome.
Alpha Life! Isn’t it amazing?!?
So Masters Nick and Matt arrived at the condo to see Michael kneeling at the door. The faggot appropriately kissed both pairs of feet.
Master Matt ordered Michael to change into something sexier, and Michael immediately went into the other room. The faggot returned wearing only a jock strap to cover its chastity cage.
Then Michael served these two hungry Kings the lunch it made: spaghetti and meatballs. Master Matt had Michael kneel next to the table quietly while the Men talked and ate.
But having this obedient faggot kneeling silently at the table really triggered Master Nick; his giant dick was growing larger by the minute. Michael saw it rising in Nick’s pants and knew what was coming.
Then Master Nick got up, grabbed the faggot, and dragged it into the bedroom. There he began fucking Michael for a quite a while.
Then Master Matt walked into the room sporting a giant erection of his own, and shoved it down the faggot’s throat.
The Alpha brothers double penetrated Michael for a while until Master Nick could no longer hold back. He began squirting massive streams of his superior cum into Michael’s pussy. The sight turned Master Matt on so much that he started pumping a load down Michael’s throat.
Simultaneous breedings!
After the Kings finished, Master Matt commanded Michael to get in the bitch position so Master Nick could take a look at Michael’s cum-filled pussy. Then Master Nick carefully inspected Michael’s chastity cage to make sure it was securely fastened around the faggot’s clit.
Then the Kings retired to the living room to drink some beers (served by the faggot, of course) and revel in their own glory.
When I was talking to Master Matt about the encounter afterward, he said this to me:
“Nick was very impressed with my training.”
Remember what I said at the outset about how the ownership of good faggots are a special blessing to Alphas because of how the faggot makes them look in the eyes of their brothers?
Master Matt loves owning Michael not just for the excellent service, but also for the respect he receives from his fellow Alphas like Master Nick!
Respect is everything to Men!
This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Matt, a straight male and friend of Alpha Jin who slowly came to understand the wonders of faggot worship. Click here to read all of these posts in order!
In the sexual life of a Man, there are many momentous events. The first masturbation episode, the first orgasm, the first blowjob, the first fuck. The greatest, of course, is impregnating a female and creating life. But somewhere near that peak achievement is the act of cunting a sub male.
Why do I place it so high? Because cunting involves a Man using his dick to absolutely take away the last vestiges of a faggot’s “maleness” and giving it a full-fledged pussy through the sheer power of his fuck. That ability to completely transform another male into a grateful slave through a sex act is pure power unlike any other expression of power in a Man’s life.
So congratulations are in order to Master Matt, who achieved that last night when he cunted his faggot Michael!
Master Nick and I knew all week that Master Matt was planning to cunt Michael this weekend, and we were both in the background talking about what we should encourage or discourage as the moment approached. We were both very excited to witness Master Matt take that last step to complete ownership of his faggot.
Frankly, I think Master Nick was more excited than I was! Friday night Master Nick’s sex drive was raging (I think because of Master Matt’s impending moment) so he went through the house and cunted all four of his faggots! It was a monumental fuck, too. At one point halfway through it little Alex contacted me to tell me what was happening, and he described it like Zeus had just come down from Mount Olympus to rape four faggots. Master Nick has this post-fuck habit of walking around the house naked with his massive, hard dick swaying back and forth while the other faggots cower with a mixture of fear and excitement. Master Nick can be a Beast with the best of them!
Anyway, I’m getting distracted. So little Michael gets a text from Master Matt Saturday morning instructing him to be ready when he gets home. So Michael flew into action, cleaning himself thoroughly and putting on Master’s favorite pair of panties.
Master Matt walked through the door carrying flowers (“faggots love that shit” he said). Michael was there kneeling at the doorway. Michael began worshiping Master Matt’s feet (which he loves) while Master began to get undressed.
Then Master Matt took his faggot into the bedroom. There, he had Michael start sucking his dick while he fingered Michael’s hole. Michael said he could taste his Master’s pre-cum, and it got him so excited that he began leaking cum from his cage.
Master Matt then got up. “Show me that pussy, boy,” he said, and Michael immediately got himself in “the bitch position,” ass high in the air. This really turned Master Matt on. “Let me tell you,” said Master Matt, “when he gets on the bed and puts his pussy up in the air it looks so fucking hot.”
So Master Matt mounted his faggot from behind, slowly entering his hole. Soon Master Matt was pounding away on Michael. He flipped the faggot around in a couple of different positions before finally settling on missionary (otherwise known as the cunting position) after about an hour of continuous fucking.
And then it happened. “I could feel something happening inside me,” said Michael, “a shock wave of pleasure going through my whole body.” Then Michael mentioned a phenomenon that is less understood. “My pussy started to fuck masters cock on its own.” This convulsion – part of the “cunting orgasm” we experience – can be a little jarring the first time it happens because it’s so outside of our typical experience as males.
Then, according to Michael, Master Matt shot the biggest load yet “deep inside” his brand new pussy! “It was like nothing I have ever had before,” said the ravished faggot afterward.
After the cunting was done, Michael was like a brand new faggot. “I can see why we are caged now … I love my cage,” marveled Michael, suddenly seeing the wisdom behind it. He also noticed that his well-fucked pussy was changing shape and beginning to look more like a female pussy.
“Sam, I have changed so much in three weeks!” said Michael in a daze.
Michael was complaining that his pussy feels empty now that he’s been cunted, so I encouraged him to wake up his Master and ask him to fuck him again. And that’s just what Master Matt did!
After that fuck, Master Matt was bragging about how much his faggot needs his dick and how much he loves the look of Michael’s new pussy. I reminded Master Matt that the power of his Alphahood and the power of his dick accomplished that transformation.
“My powers are endless,” crowed Master Matt confidently.
You see, cunting isn’t just a transformation of a faggot. It’s also the transformation of an Alpha into a god!
