Alphas, take time to revel in the joy of being a MAN. Soak in your Alphahood!
You own the world! You are gods!
Embrace your destiny as a god!
Alphas, take time to revel in the joy of being a MAN. Soak in your Alphahood!
You own the world! You are gods!
Embrace your destiny as a god!
I’ve been getting into this D/s, Master/slave, Alpha/faggot dynamics. When I first got into it I tried submitting and found that…enjoyable at times, but it always felt like work and I always kept thinking that these “Alphas” were subpar. I could just be the luck of the draw but I only had bad experiences.
Recently I have been Dominant and boy does that hit differently. I think I prefer it frankly. I get more satisfaction.
Still somewhat curious about submission, but I think that’s more out of a desire to have new experiences.
Would you suppose this dissonance with submitting might imply Alpha hood? I enjoy it more.
Sir, thank you for writing to me!
Congratulations on your journey into the realm of Hierarchy! I think you have already learned that this is really the truth about human sexuality, and when we explore this dynamic and fulfill our individual purpose we can find peace.
Which brings us to you. Please know up front that you are not alone with this unusual experience. I’ve encountered and counseled Alphas like you who mistakenly thought they might be a sub or a faggot.
Why does this confusion occur? In some cases, I discovered that the Alpha had some sort of childhood experience or trauma that caused him to think he was a faggot. But overall, I think people who are unsure of their sexual preferences (like you) gravitate toward faggotry first because it is the more extreme position. Then, once they try it and find themselves unsatisfied, they realize that they are probably Alpha (and this is verified through experiences).
That latter example perfectly describes you, Sir.
I absolutely think you have been a latent Alpha waiting to blossom. I think as you use more faggots and even own some, you will find the power your soul has been craving will grow and you will begin to feel “home” with yourself and your place.
Sir, I really commend you for being honest with yourself and approaching the problem with healthy curiosity and humility! You are finding your way, and I couldn’t be happier for you, for the faggots who get to serve you, and for the Hierarchy at large. We are all better for it!
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This thread follows Alpha Matt, a Man who endured horrific abuse as a child that had him convinced he was a faggot, only to discover he was actually Alpha! To follow this dramatic story of Hierarchical self-discovery, CLICK HERE to read them in chronological order!
One of the most curious recurring stories on this site over the last five years have been those involving Alphas who suffered such extreme abuse as children that they grew up thinking they were actually faggots. Every case follows a predictable pattern: the Alpha tries to perform service as a faggot, feels uncomfortable, becomes angry and even more depressed, and then discovers his truth as an Alpha and is transformed.
This unveiling of Alphahood is usually so dramatic and breathtaking that the truth cannot be denied. But the burial (but not destruction) of Alphahood by childhood abuse really demonstrates the real power of Hierarchy. We are born into our place in the Hierarchy, and no amount of abuse or trauma can ever change or erase that.
The latest triumph of Alphahood over adverse circumstances involves an incredible and articulate Alpha named Matt. His story is so tragic and exhilarating that I’m going to let him tell his story uninterrupted.
I’ve been debating about whether or not to send you my story. I don’t need answers or support as I know who and what I am (now at least). I would say it’s more I just want to share it as it’s finally starting to become complete. And if it can help others then even better.
I stumbled on your twitter which is what led me to your website, Iv been in the fag/Dom circle (not sure what you want to call it) for many many years As I browsed your site I read the post about the rape and that hit me hard. Which is what got me thinking about my life and how I got to where i am now.
So with that little bit of info out of the way. I can begin my story. I am currently 31 years old, but this struggle and understanding of faggots and Alphas starts back to when I was an infant. I would NOT call my father an Alpha, he was a lazy piece of shit, with anger problems and a sex drive that he chose not to control. I despise calling him my father so for the rest of the story we will call him K.
I am the 2nd youngest of 8 children, yes I know that’s a lot of kids. K refused to work, my mother for as long as I can remember worked 3 jobs. Yes 3 jobs. K was found of beating his sons and raping his daughters. Until even raping his daughters wasnt enough and then he moved on to his sons as well.
From my earliest memories I remember being hit and thrown around. Bruises and injuries were not uncommon. By the time I was 5 I remember K raping me and he continued raping me until I was 8. When I turned 8 he had lost a fight with my oldest brother and that unhinged him. In order to keep some form of power his normal physical abuse where hed hit me a couple of times a week, became full-on beatings.
There were days I really thought I wasn’t going to make it. From 8 to 12 I was beaten almost daily. (no i didn’t go to the hospital) My sister couldn’t handle being raped anymore and threaten to call the police unless my mother left him. (she new some of what was happening K was always physical but when she learned of the rape that was when she left. She didnt know about the beating until years later.)
I get this question a lot so I’ll answer it now. No my siblings did not know he was beating me as bad as he was. K was an ass he wasn’t stupid. He never hit me in places that were easily visible and I never took my shirt off in front of people out of fear and embarrassment. Yes it was hard to explain why I had cuts and was bleeding all the time but remember my siblings were trying there best to survive as well and my mother was working her self to death to support us.
When K left, I thought I could finally start living. I had known for years that I found other boys attractive and was pretty sure I was gay. I had never dared say anything since I come from a VERY religious home. (yes again I know thats ironic, a religious home where everyones being abused.) I remember trying to find out what it meant to be gay by looking it up on the computer. ( we only had a family one we shared) I didn’t know much of computers at the time so I didn’t know it kept a history of what was looked at.
My mother took me for a drive and asked if I was gay, since she had found porn on the computer. I told her I was (I know I was only 12 but I knew I was) I honestly didn’t think she would be as upset as she was. I started conversion therapy shortly after, and it was absolute hell.
From 12 to 23 I was in conversion therapy, I admit I had made many suicidal attempts by then. But I digress. At 23 I had had enough, I left home and went out into the world hoping to figure out who I was and what was wrong with me. (turns out nothing).
I know that was a lot of info but its important. For a long time I thought I was a fag. I went through the mental stages of (was the rape and abuse my fault? what did I do wrong? maybe I deserved it. maybe it happened cause im gay.) etc.
For many years I had tied the abuse/rape to being a fag. It’s not about my pleasure it’s about their pleasure, what they did was really ok and i shouldn’t be angry about it. I’m too weak and men should use me and abuse me. But there were SO many struggles. I had been conditioned to be submissive since I was a child. I also hated K and did not want to be anything like him. So i tried to be soft, gentle, submissive etc.
As I became sexually active around 14 (yes i was having sex with guys as I was in conversion therapy, i new it was shit and only did it to please my mother) I found it arousing to be dominated and controlled. But as soon as I had an orgasm it was gone. I was embarrassed at first but as I really analyzed my feelings it wasn’t just embarrassment. I was angry I felt unfulfilled, unhappy and Id ask myself. “why am I doing this?”
I thought well the problem is im having orgasms, so i tried edging and delaying orgasm. I loved feeling horny and how good it felt to have my cock touched and pleasured. I thought this was the right track. so I went farther and tried chastity. It was ok I couldnt wear it for more then a few hours.
Now I also struggled with my appearance. Physically I do not look like a fag. (yes I know how you look doesn’t really make a difference in wether someone is a fag or Alpha) But I was sucked into the mentality that it did. I thought fags were supposed to have small cocks, and be small people.
I am 6′ 4, I weigh 225 lbs and my cock is certainly not small. I dont say this to brag because all these “amazing” qualities were a real struggle for years. I couldnt get an Alpha to take me as his fag because I was twice his size. I got told SO many things.
You’re too tall, you’re too big, you’re to hairy, your balls are too big, you produce too much cum. (if i don’t jack off at least twice a day my balls hurt like crazy and I told Alphas this. But they didn’t want to deal with milking me that often). You’re too masculine, (I absolutely hate being feminized) I mean I literally heard it all. I also hate having something in my ass, I do not like how it feels. But fucking guys, that is something I LOVE to do. Also not huge on the taste of cum, I don’t like it in my mouth. I don’t care if you cum on me just don’t cum in my mouth. I tried to get myself to swallow cum and be a good fag but I was constantly angry.
It’s like the only form of submissiveness I liked was when a guy touched my cock and got me off. (Not sure why I thought that was submissive back then but i did, oh well)
I felt like I just couldn’t win no matter what I did. And every time I had a Dom type guy use me I still felt unfulfilled. Nothing was working for me.
I finally found an Alpha who would take me and i was locked. I thought this time ill be happy in total denial and being horny all the time. I’ll do my best to focus on him and not think of myself at all. (i really did my best, at least i think i did) After a week in chastity, even being aroused didn’t make me happy. there was no joy, no sense of accomplishment, no sense of purpose, nothing. I was pissed and angry and all I could think of was I wanted to lock him in chastity and watch him break.
That’s when I decided I needed to take a step back re-evaluate myself. I broke things off with the Alpha. (he was not happy about it) and started trying to figure out what was going on mentally with me. At the beginning of the year (2020) I was talking to an Alpha who was really nice, took things slow, was kind. I was also chatting with a faggot who I consider a friend.
Things were progressing with the Alpha and moving into “it’s getting physical” and instantly my old feelings were back. I broke things off with this Alpha and decided I was beyond broken and the abuse was still affecting me in ways I couldn’t handle.
Then I had a thought, what if I was the Alpha? Now I had had this thought many times in my life. But I had always dismissed it as fast as it came, because I thought being an Alpha meant I had to be like my abuser. Or that I was like my abuser.
But this time I actually thought about, I reached an understanding that abusing others and following your instinct/biology are 2 very different things.
As I spoke to my faggot friend and we talked about this he helped me realize and understand that I was indeed an Alpha and he would be more than happy to serve me.
So I embraced it, and my world finally clicked together. I was using the faggot and the completeness I was feeling was unlike anything iv ever felt before. I felt this intense feeling of satisfaction and was on an Alpha high for days after. I couldn’t wait to use another fag. I am finally experiencing the feeling of power, control, satisfaction, and acceptance that I had heard Alphas talk about when using a fag.
So with all that said.
To any other Alphas out there that were raped, I am sorry you ever had to go through that. I know it’s the last thing you want to admit or talk about. It’s the most humiliating thing that could ever happen to you. Your power and sense of being a man is literally ripped from you and shredded to pieces. Or so it feels. But remember that NO ONE can take your power from you. You were born to be on top and that is where you will stay.
You are not alone, again I understand Alphas do not want to talk about things that make them feel weak or powerless. Conquering something as painful as rape or abuse. Will show you that you’re more powerful than you ever thought you were. Yes, it’s one thing to control another man, it is something else to face your worst fears, biggest insecurities and deepest hatred and come out on top.
And to the faggots out there who have been raped. I’m also so sorry that you went through that. You are also not alone, rape and abuse twist the mind in strange ways.
So as an Alpha I’m telling you these truths. I know you’ve heard them before.
You did NOT ask for it.
You did NOT deserve it.
It does NOT define you.
and YES you can heal and grow from it.
your place may be to serve men but regardless of where you are in the hierarchy, it takes STRENGTH to accept who you are and live in a way that brings fulfillment. You too can face your fears and overcome them. Never forget that.
Such a profound journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance! There is so much wisdom embedded in this story! I really hope Alpha Matt’s experience can help other Alphas who might be buried beneath the weight of past horrors.
Just remember – what you were meant to be is not lost. It cannot be destroyed.
I asked Master Matt about his current faggots. He wrote:
It’s been an amazing experience owning a fag. I wanted to cage him, but his fag balls are so sensitive that putting a cage on it causes severe pain. It’s something we’re working on. My current fag does not live with me. It serves me as best it can. Daily oral service and fucking its fag pussy.
I do plan to have more. I use a couple fags as I’m out and about.
From faggot to powerful Alpha! The truth cannot ever be denied!
I’ve been developing a little theory over the last several months about Alphahood and what happens when an Alpha comes to own a perfect afaggot.
As the “relationship” develops and deepens, the faggot’s submission becomes more entrenched as the Alpha’s power over the faggot.
Then last night I got into a fascinating conversation with a newer Owner of faggots, and I thought he perfectly encapsulated this idea of harmonic symbiosis.
More than using my subs body i like messing with his mind. He says he feels naked with me. Like hes an open book…And i know him better than he does.
He says he started doubting his own will.
I like when i don’t need to force my subs to do anything, just riding on the wave of their devotion.
That is the essence of harmonic symbiosis.
It’s essentially a higher form of Hierarchical union. One, by natural power, ascends into his truest purpose as an Alpha owner of faggots. The other, shaped by the control and direction of the Alpha, descends so deeply into subspace that it loses itself.
I think this type of union is a uniquely Masculine phenomenon. All Men naturally understand Hierarchical order even when it’s not a conscious decision.
What makes harmonic symbiosis so powerful? Well, Men are Hierarchical animals. So when an Alpha looks down at a faggot and knows he owns that sub completely, and the faggot looks up at its Alpha and knows its entire life belongs to him … it is the most intrinsic form of Male union.
It is a perfect thing.
Over time, I intend to go a bit deeper into this subject, including what might be a controversial opinion about Alphahood. But this is the start.
I thank the new Master for sparking this conversation. I can’t wait until I can cover more about him!
This thread follows the rise of Master Seb, a 17-year-old straight Alpha in France who has discovered the wonders of faggot service and worship. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
To me, there is nothing more powerful than young Alphahood. I love seeing a young Alpha discover his power when his sexual energy and unbridled greed are at their highest levels. At that point anything is possible for him, and his entire life stretches before him like an overflowing banquet table of treats, treasure, and glory.
I’ve been blessed to cover multiple young Alphas and even coach them from time to time. My proudest (and most memorable) young Alpha is Master Kyle, the Apex Alpha son of Sir Rob. I’m not sure how any Alpha can match that 17-year-old’s explosive discovery of his own Godhood.
But then I met a 17-year-old Alpha named Master Seb a month or so ago. This was his first-ever message to me:
Hey. Through your blog I learned that I’m Alpha. I fucked my first faggot yesterday and it felt great!
LOVE IT! So I asked for more details.
I’m 17 and I always knew I’m special. I’m popular with the girls but always felt like I also want to fuck guys. I thought I’m bi, but when I discovered your blog I realized I’m not into guys. I just want to fuck them. Because I’m a man and I can. I’ve been fucking girls since the age of 14.
Oliver (the faggot) has been my friend for a long time. He’s always been doing things for me, he’s even been giving me his cool clothes and shoes because he says they’d suit me much better than him and that’s true. Last night he was at my place, my parents weren’t home, and we were watching porn. Of course I got hard and I put my pants off and I found him staring at my cock, open mouthed, and I told him to get his pants down we could jerk off together. He did, but when he took them off I realized he wasn’t fully hard, just getting there. It had never occurred to me that he’s gay and in that moment I realized that he is and that he was getting hard because he saw my cock!
I then told him (thanks to your blog I knew what to do) to get on his knees and suck me. And he obeyed! He sucked my cock and when his hand was trying to touch his useless little clit I slapped him and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch his pathetic clit while serving me. And he obeyed again! It was so easy!
Then I told him to turn around because I wanted to fuck his pussy. He asked if I had lube because he had never been fucked before and I got him lube and then I fucked his tight pussy! It felt so incredible! Much better than a girl! I hope he’ll stay that tight! After that we both were exhausted and we just laid there. Then I remembered that a faggot should clean his Master’s cock after being used and I told him so.
Magnificent first time!
Master Seb told me this the day after, and while he was waiting for his new faggot to come back for more.
I’m hard right now thinking about it. I can’t wait for him to get here. I will rape his ass and then the piss thing and then I will fuck him again.
This time I got involved. I suggested this: “When it arrives, greet it at the door with barefeet. Tell it to kneel and kiss your feet.”
So the faggot came over to visit Master Seb again:
I fucked him all night and did all the things I wanted to do with him! I showed him your website and told him to read and learn!
The fag came and I told him to strip. Right at the door. I was still dressed, but barefoot, as you had recommended. When he was naked I told him to go on his knees and kiss my feet, then my cock. He got on his knees and then, and I hadn’t expected that, he kissed my feet so passionately! I think he worshipped my feet at least 20 minutes!
I was getting impatient, because I wanted to fuck and piss on him. I told him to get on my cock now and he opened my pants and got my cock out and kissed it as passionately I was rock hard and I couldn’t wait any longer. I told him to go on all fours and then I fucked him hard. I’m not sure what fires me most. The feeling his pussy gives to my cock or the knowledge of the power I have over him. I enjoyed pissing on him so much, but he couldn’t drink my piss. He couldn’t get himself to do that, though he tried.
What a phenomenal first time!
I asked Master Seb if he felt like a King:
Oh yes! I feel great!
This is the fulfillment of Alphahood! A young Man taking his throne and owning others as servants of his will!
There will be no turning back now! Master Seb has tasted the worship of faggots, and loved it! Even better, he realized a truth that beta straight males fail to understand: using a faggot doesn’t make a Man gay!
It’s not about homosexuality. It’s about a young Alpha taking his place in the heavens, a god to be worshiped and celebrated for all time!
I’m so proud to know this young King at the start of his journey to immortality! The future is bright and limitless for him, and I will watch it all while kneeling gratefully at his feet!
This is part of a series of articles chronicling the rise of straight Alpha Tom, a friend of Sir Rob who has just discovered the wonders of faggot service and worship. CLICK HERE to read the rest of this thread in chronological order!
You may have had the same reaction I had – some variation of “HOLY FUCK!” – when you read Sir Rob’s account of introducing the use of faggots to his longtime straight friend Tom (CLICK HERE). Master Tom’s instantaneous acceptance and use of faggots surprised even me with my long history of serving straight Alphas.
Even more surprising was Master Tom’s next action upon returning from their trip: enslaving a faggot of his own!
I knew I needed to talk to Master Tom. Sir Rob, ever the kind god, talked Master Tom into signing up on social media so I could talk to him. I am so grateful he arranged that interview, because Master Tom has proven to be a stunning example of pure, natural-born Alphahood.
So first, some background. Master Tom has a high-powered job in criminal justice. He’s been married twice. He has four Alpha sons (ages 21, 18, 16, and 15) and two younger daughters.
In true Alpha fashion, Master Tom lost his virginity at age 15 by fucking his friend’s girlfriend and then beating up his friend when the friend tried to fight him over the incident. Throughout his life, Master Tom has always had multiple side pieces to fuck outside of any relationship he ever had. “My need for sex is too great for just one person,” he said bluntly.
I asked Master Tom about the recent night when Sir Rob introduced him to the use of faggots.
I guess (the fag) just flirted with (Sir Rob) at the bar and I just looked. I was intrigued. I’ve never seen a person look at another one with so much desire to serve in their eyes. Then it happened so fast, it felt like a part of me awakened when I saw them fucking. I wanted a piece of that. I’ve never thought about getting fag service, but now I definitely do.
I then asked Master Tom what he thought when he slid his dick into his first piece of fag pussy, and he said, “I thought, ‘it’s fucking tight!’”
Then he added:
No but really something just switched in my brain and told me to go all out on his ass and I did, I plowed that fag bitch like crazy.
I asked Master Tom how he felt after he finished breeding his first faggot. He said:
Insatiable. I wanted more and more and more. I wanted that faggot to be drenched in my fucking cum. I felt like I couldn’t ever stop breeding, that my dick would never go soft. I felt like a predator hunting a prey.
So after the trip ended, Master Tom returned to his everyday life. However, like so many other Alphas who discover this secret power, Master Tom now saw everything differently. He also began noticing signals around him that he used to overlook.
I got back to work and started noticing the faggots more. One of them caught my eye, Max, an intern. His eagerness, always wanting to please me, get me coffee, food. Letting him know if I want a massage… All that stuff. Complimenting me a LOT.
Faggots are programmed to send off these signals to Alphas around them, but straight Alphas like Master Tom aren’t honing in on that frequency because they’re always hunting female pussy. But once they experience the magic of faggot worship, it’s almost like they are color-blind people putting on chromatic-tinted glasses and seeing the world in color for the first time.
So Master Tom wasted no time.
I made him blow me in the bathroom, to which he happily complied, then took him back to my appartment and gave him my dick all night long. Bred him 3 times and made him blow me another 2 times.
Now Master Tom owns his first faggot! I asked if he had plans to put the faggot into chastity.
Yah I don’t think he needs it. First of all, his dick his tiny, like very tiny. Second, in all the times I fucked him he didn’t touch his tiny dick even once and came from just having my cock in his ass.
Then I asked Master Tom about his Alpha sons. He’s very close to them. The youngest son just recently lost his virginity, and all of the Alphas in the house celebrated with beers together afterward.
But I was curious – would Master Tom be willing to introduce his four Alpha sons to the use of faggots?
Yeah, Without a doubt. Yeah I’m new but I love it already. I want them to know that kind of worship too.
This is what it means for an Alpha to ascend. It involves a superior Man accepting a new level of Kingship. GODHOOD.
Alphas live in an exclusive club. They know the other members in the club by the steely, uncompromising glint in their eyes and the relentless, gravitational confidence they exude.
Being a part of this club means taking responsibility for each other, teaching each other, and pushing each other to greater heights.
It is a brotherhood as ancient as human life itself, a sacred code passed from generation to generation.
Sir Rob has now passed it to Master Tom. And Master Tom may pass it onto his sons.
For faggots, our glory comes as we sacrifice our bodies and lives upon the altar of our Alpha gods so they may feast on us, be filled with unspeakable powers, and ascend.
Have been curious, most alphas that get featured are really hot. Can less attractive men still be an alpha?
Thank you Sir!
In a word: ABSOLUTELY! A Man doesn’t need to look like a supermodel in order to be Alpha. Alphahood is a state of being that originates from INSIDE a Man and gives him the confidence and will to dominate that defines them.
The catch I have as someone who runs a (largely) gay porn blog is that I need to feature the visuals my readers want to see. I am acutely aware of my role in the perpetuation of this stigma. Alphas definitely should not be made to feel self-conscious or to doubt themselves just because they don’t look like a male model.
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I feel sorry for straight Men who are married. They are literally lions in cages, desperate to hunt.
But it’s not just marriage that creates that cage around them. It’s also the perception that their only option is to find another female to use to express their inner dominance. They refuse to consider using a faggot for such relief out of fear of social stigma or feelings of shame. They’ve been taught by society that male-on-male sex is filthy and disgusting.
I’ve always railed against that notion for obvious reasons, but now I’m beginning to see how this societal limitation is actually a test, a hurdle over which only truly Alpha Males can leap. It’s like how sheep can be kept in a pen with a fence they can easily leap over, yet they remain in the pen. So it is with married straight beta males who stay within the safe confines of their societally-approved pen.
But Alphas do not stay in the pen. Why? Because POWER cannot be contained, and those seeking true power want power over ALL, not just an approved group.
So we might view married straight Alpha Males as sheep in the pen. Which ones are Alpha? The ones that leap over the fence and begin to use faggots for worship! These Men demonstrate Alphahood by their refusal to accept limitations on their pleasure and on their power!
They are Men who take anything they want whenever they want, societal expectations be damned!
When viewed Hierarchically, we can see this test of Alphahood quite clearly. Many Men – most Men – fail it. But it exists to separate the wheat from the chaff.
Over the course of this blog I have met quite a few straight Males who have struggled with Alphahood. By “struggled,” I mean they have felt that surging desire for dominance and power all true Alphas feel, but are hesitant to fully accept that part of themselves. Society and the people in their lives discourage that mindset or frown upon it, and this causes them to pull back.
What a shame when that happens! It’s like having a key to a vault of riches and then carelessly dropping it into a raging river, lost forever.
But occasionally I have been privy to witnessing a straight Man come to this understanding of his Alphahood and then embracing it with gusto! That glorious transformation has happened again in an Alpha we shall refer to as Dom Milwaukee.
When I first met Dom Milwaukee, he was expressing frustration about his unappreciative and unresponsive girlfriend. Like most females, this girlfriend didn’t want to truly submit to him and definitely didn’t properly value his cum.
Things came to a head when this girlfriend discovered that Dom Milwaukee was selling his cum to a local faggot for $100 per load (the faggot would keep the cum in a bottle of Ranch dressing as a cover!). Apparently she was angry that a faggot so highly prized what she treated with disrespect!
So after listening to the Hierarchy podcast episode about cum, Dom Milwaukee broke up with this unappreciative girlfriend and took ownership of a cocksucker!
A King’s life, at last!
I wanted to share Dom Milwaukee’s extraordinary “Alphahood statement” to me.
Been using a cocksucker – a resident medical PA and closeted faggot – that also monitors your blog, fascinated for my “superior seed factory” brought a funnel and a syringe for measuring exactly what I played off as above-average loads.
The meaning of Alpha is now something I identify as and stand tall when receiving gawks freeballing or swimming. It clicked for me as 14ml of baby batter settled; I have a few pics that I shared with the ungrateful princess’s ‘father’. Disappointed about the breakup he left a voicemail yesterday to confess he saved the bed sheet from the first night I snuck in her backdoor with high school-level eagerness and he heard us, months before I thought we were ‘caught’.
The service from true cum worshippers has made me realize the error of letting my ‘germ-line’ drip down thighs even as a marking. Bought a plug (for maximum absorption) and a dicklet cage for the sissy, while the truth is I simply believe in reinforcing inferiority… Something that took some time in an age of equality and dismantling privilege. I said it was because I wanted the fuckmeat to feel uncomfortably full, like a ‘in my shoes’ type of reasoning.
For those reading this, Faggot Sam or others that a hierarchy forms very organically… The PA does little gestures that a well-trained woman would scoff at. As I work from home he works the mouthful of each ball clean as my alarm clock and runs a Fetlife group for wanton ladies trouble having rugrats. Never pull out and leave a legacy, every drop is sacred and breed/fed the world better than you left it!
Absolutely glorious to see!
This is my response to him:
“Master, this is probably as impassioned of a statement about the appreciation of Alphahood and the power of cum that I’ve ever read!
Yes, cum is the essence of YOU, a superior Man! It’s a shame that it took you until now to really appreciate that fact, but now that you do … LOOK OUT, WORLD!
Most of all, I adore the fact that you are no longer settling for anything less than pure worship!
Men settle. They make compromises for a piece of pussy that’s “good enough” or for one female that has the right twinkle in her eye at that moment.
And when they settle, they surrender all of the rights and privileges due to being true Kings in this world. They give up an extraordinary life for an ordinary one. They’re a guy who trades in a Lamborghini for a station wagon for no reason other than it’s more practical. If you’re a powerful wizard, you don’t lock your wand in a vault for safe keeping … you use it to create MAGIC.
Men who pull back from their Alphahood or fail it like that are equivalent to the pretenders who tried to pull the sword from the stone and couldn’t before King Arthur did it. Men who shrink back from their true destiny or refuse their rightful power do not deserve it. They will forever be beta males wandering in the twilight of failure.
But not you, Master! You have reclaimed your Alphahood in the most dramatic of ways, and it is glorious to see! As a faggot, I revel in this newfound power within you and praise you endlessly for rescuing it from the pit of mediocrity!
Rise up, Master, and claim everything that is yours in this life! Pull the sword from the stone and claim your throne!”
Some Alphas win this battle within themselves. It’s a battle they should never need to fight, but one society foists upon them.
And when they do come off victorious, the world rejoices! We need more true Kings, more true Men to guide us and lead us!
But ultimately, this victory isn’t just for the Alphahood of Dom Milwaukee. It’s a victory for MANHOOD. It’s a reinforcement of the Hierarchical standard of Manhood and its proper placement in the Natural Order.
As a faggot and natural slave to my Hierarchical superiors, I am grateful for this victory. It confirms my place as much as it confirms his.
Now Dom Milwaukee will rule his life as he was meant to! He will own servants to tend to his needs and females to feed his lust for breeding. And, best of all, he will be looked up to as a GOD.
Just as Nature intended!
HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
There is a 28-year-old bisexual cash Master named Sam (no relation) who told me about his first faggot:
I had a friend in middle school that asked me to tie him up and touch him that’s when I realized I was an alpha. I realized the purpose of faggots is to serve alphas like me.
Like many early encounters between Alphas and faggots, things progressed into sexual territory:
It progressed to using and cunting. I owned him for about six years, but he’s married now.
Here’s Master Sam, the Alpha that faggot abandoned in order to live a lie.
You can find Master Sam at @master_sam7 on Twitter!
Are alphas better than most men, and especially faggots? I leave it vague, on purpose. It’s a little strange for me, because I feel a deep admiration for some men, but it still bothers me a little to think that I’m actually inferior to them. When I say inferior, I don’t mean it in the sense that faggots have less worth, just that they are less capable in general. So my question is, what is it that puts alphas at the top and faggots at the bottom? Are alphas superior or do they just enjoy being dominant? And if it’s the former, isn’t it a little hard to accept?
That’s a great question! And I really wish I had a better answer to it, honestly. Alphahood isn’t something that can be quantified and measured (unfortunately).
I would say that Alphahood is measured by how it affects those around the Alpha. His social influence. In less specific terms, it can be measured by his aggressiveness and the dominance of his personality.
There are some intriguing studies into scent markers determining pack leaders in animals, but I don’t know how much that has been studied in humans. And intriguing side note, though.
But more than anything else, all true Alphas have undeniable confidence. I have known hot guys who are doing well in life, but they aren’t Alpha because they don’t have the confidence and dominant personality typical of true Alphas.
So maybe, to put it another way, Alphahood is determined by society. We all know true Alphas when we see them, and we naturally defer to them.
When Men discover and comprehend the great power Nature bestowed upon them, a choice must be made. It’s a difficult choice, one that should involve sober reflection and consideration. It all hinges on a deeply personal question:
How should a Man use his power?
We live in a world where so many Men use their power for terrible things; shocking acts of violence, greed, hatred, and terror. They lash out in hideous ways against the innocent and weak simply because they can.
These types of Alphas (if they can properly even be called such) are what Sir Titus once called “destroyer Alphas.” These are Alphas who employ their strength and Hierarchical status to intimidate, harass, bully, crush, and harm those defenseless inferiors cowering in terror around them.
The BDSM fetish community is rife with destroyer Alphas. These sadists relish the pain they inflict on the faggots and females they enslave. They like the breakdown of the human spirit, the inhuman cries of their afflicted victims, and the physical marks their form of domination leaves on the bodies of lesser humans.
Many Alphas begin their Alphahood as destroyer Alphas. It’s the nature of young Manhood, sowing their oats and testing the limits of their powers. They often move in packs at that stage, pushing each other to deeper and darker depths of depravity. They use people at will, reveling in the easy submission of the weak and helpless. They bask in the worship and respect their aggressive dominance commands.
But after this early stage of Alpha development, the cream separates from the milk, and a new class of Alpha emerges – Protector Alphas. These are Alphas whose inherent sense of goodness, fairness, and duty override the base instincts powering destroyer Alpha tendencies.
Protector Alphas are real-life superheroes.
They gladly accept the worship and submissive service of those faggots and females they own, but each one in their care feels safe and appreciated. A Protector Alpha seeks to stabilize and support those serving Him even during the deepest moments of submission.
A Protector Alpha will look across a road, see an injustice, and move to act. A Protector Alpha is the first one running into a burning building, or assisting the elderly, or stopping cruel acts against minorities and the weak. They take up the cause of righteousness in their strong arms and carry it to completion.
When I say that Alphas are gods, I’m specifically talking about these Protector Alphas. Protector Alphas are the very best a Man can be, the purest distillation of Masculinity.
I have largely served Protector Alphas in my life. I credit this long time serving Protector Alphas with some of my sense of self-worth despite being a faggot. These great Men used me thoroughly, of course, but they always took time to reassure me that I was valuable property or provide aftercare when things got rough. Even just a “good boy” from a Protector Alpha makes a world of difference to a faggot.
For the longest time on this blog I couldn’t find many examples of Protector Alphas, because sites in this community typically favor destroyer Alphas. There were some standout examples, though – @natural-hung-bull, @straightalphamike, @firstamongmen, @alphaexploits, @alpha-dade, @thealphatank – but they were hard to find.
But recently I have uncovered some spectacular Protector Alphas out in the wild. The best examples are Master Nick and Master Nikola, the straight gods in Toronto who own four live-in faggots. Yes, they use their faggots thoroughly. However, their faggots all know their service is appreciated and they have the protection of their owners at all times. These two Protector Alphas paid large sums of money to rescue their faggot Lee from the homophobia of his father. Master Nick recently rescued his faggot Yul from a homophobic attack on campus.
Master Nick and Master Nikola are two of the greatest Protector Alphas I’ve ever known. The example of their lives should inspire other Alphas to raise their game and become better than the base instincts of ordinary Men.
Then, of course, are the examples of two more Protector Alphas I’ve featured here recently – Sir Rob and his teen Alpha son Master Kyle. My Master Sir Rob used his outstanding wisdom and respect for the masculine institution of Alphahood to seek out faggots in order to train his son properly. Every time I speak with Sir Rob, a shiver ripples through my body just from his words and how he expresses his deep knowledge of Alphahood and his own power. He is magical. The faggots who serve him will never fear or be left feeling like a discarded cumrag.
But it’s Master Kyle that is a real jewel currently being carved from the rock Alpha Manhood. I recently mentioned to Sir Rob that his son was still in the “destroyer” phase of his Alphahood, and while he didn’t disagree (after all, Master Kyle is currently leveling cities with his rut like some sort of big-dicked Godzilla), he cautioned that Master Kyle’s age likely had something to do with it. He sees great promise in his son, and I do as well.
To that end, I want to relate a story Master Kyle shared with me:
When I was younger, in my first year of high school, there was this kid in my grade at school. He was your stereotypical “gay kid” you know. Very girly, but very shy. I was not very close with him but I knew him. He was very sweet, a very good guy. But he always had this group of three boys, always on him, laughing of him, sometimes beating him up. One day, they made him cry outside, because they were laughing of him and his mother. ( His mother was sick and had no hair) That was too much for me. I confronted the guys, and as always I ended up in a fight. I beat up the leader and another before a teacher could arrive and separate us. I got detention. At the end of my detention, the gay kid was waiting for me. He thanked me and hugged me. They never bothered him again. Every time I saw him at school, he’d always say hi and give me a warm smile.He finally moved to another state. I remember that today and realized that it was my alphahood speaking again, telling me how to act. Even when I didn’t know, it was there, deep in me.
Then Master Kyle added this:
I always had this feeling in my stomach whenever I saw something not right or an injustice. Was it my alphahood speaking?
Indeed, it was, and speaking loud and clear!
Protector Alphas like these four Men are simply the greatest beings on the earth. They are the reasons why faggots submit their lives to serve them, why we gladly debase ourselves to satisfy their every whim and desire. These are the gods worthy of worship and praise, worthy of any sacrifice or pain in their service.
These four Men specifically have humbled me so deeply that I have decided to finally go into chastity for the very first time. To honor their greatness. To acknowledge their vast superiority over not only me, but also over all of those destroyer Alphas pretending to take their thrones.
By locking up my useless clit, I salute these greatest Alphas and their Manhood. What an honor it is to serve Protector Alphas!
To the destroyer Alphas out there, look at these examples and learn to use your power for good, not evil!
To all Protector Alphas, I say THANK YOU for being the true Kings of the Earth!
This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
One of the great truths about Alphahood (and, to a lesser extent, faggothood) is the fact that the discovery of this state within oneself leads to an “opening up” across the entire spectrum of one’s life.
For example, when a Man discovers his Alphahood and has his first experience using a faggot, he becomes changed. Power emanates from him in a way it didn’t before. He suddenly feels different in his own body, impervious and unconquerable. He also starts noticing things he didn’t notice before, like girls and faggots stalking him. And suddenly, without warning, people start submitting themselves for use like never before.
Earth’s newest god, young Alpha Kyle, is now experiencing this radical change in his life.
Since Alpha Kyle tore his first faggot apart last week he’s already had a faggot awkwardly volunteer to lick his cock clean after fucking a girl. Now he has become the target of one of Alphahood’s great natural resources: the gym faggot.
Listen to Alpha Kyle tell this latest tale of his self-discovery:
Welcome to Alphahood, Master Kyle!
We faggots can see blossoming Alphahood like it’s in 3-D. This gym faggot may have been watching Alpha Kyle for a while, but it remained silent. But something is different about Alpha Kyle now, and this faggot saw it. How else would it manage the courage to even approach him, let alone kneel and offer its throat to him?
But this newfound Alphahood also extends to females. As Alpha Kyle relates, girls who resisted his advances in the past are now begging to be fucked by him!
Understanding one’s Alphahood is akin to young Clark Kent discovering he’s actually a superhuman alien from another world. Alphahood is a superpower, and Alphas like Master Kyle are our heroes!
I see lots of videos online on “how to be an alpha male” is this even possible in your opinion? Can some men train to become alpha men or is it quintessentially inherent?
Yes, I’ve seen them. The two prominent ones are the “Charisma On Command” channel and that weird “Alpha M” Joe Peschi wannabe with the fucked-up eye. They seem to be trying to make businesses out of capitalizing on Male insecurity.
Here’s the thing – TRUE Alphahood is something innate, inborn. It cannot be faked. Nature blessed these Men to be our leaders, our protectors, our Kings. Just like I did not choose to be a faggot, these Men did not choose Alphahood – they just ARE.
It can definitely be faked for a while – look at a lot of the pretenders in findom, for instance – but it cannot be taught and sustained unless it’s truly a part of your being from the beginning.
This incredible post was written by Sir Titus, known as @alphaexploits on Tumblr. I consider it to be essential reading for all Alphas.
There are two main schools of thought regarding Alphahood: development and destruction. Each Alpha naturally gravitates to one of those two paradigms. Personally, I tend to try and develop my subs/fags, and while there can be some overlap, that’s the style of Alphahood that feels natural to me. There’s a lot that comes with being an Alpha. There’s the obvious perks (sex, service, adoration), but there’s also the added responsibility when you’re a developer. When someone submits to you, they are trusting that you will help them grow and improve. They are trusting that you will not take advantage of them beyond comfortable limits. And sometimes, they are trusting that you will be there no matter what. Last night, I was my fag’s terra firma.
I was horny; couldn’t sleep. Cody, my current fag, conveniently lives in an apartment down the hall from me. I texted him three simple words: “I need head.” Ten minutes went by without a response. This was out of character for him because he would always message me back, even if he was busy, to let me know his availability.
I texted him again and waited. Five minutes later, he messaged me back to say he would be over in 10 minutes. I realized that this would be 30 mins later than what I originally wanted, but it was better than nothing.
When he knocked on my door, I opened it and could see that his eyes were red and puffy. He came in, went to my living room, and dropped to his knees as he has been trained without addressing something out of the norm. I walked to him, stood him up, and brought him to the couch to sit beside me, asking him what was going on. He said he didn’t want to bother me with anything and was sorry he had made me wait so long.
I put my hand to the said of his face and held it there, stroking his cheek with my thumb. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”, I asked him. As horny as I had been, all that went away when I saw how bothered he was. Cody belongs to me, and I don’t like seeing my claims in harm.
He pressed his head into my hand and began to cry. He had received a phone call from his half-sister that their father had had a heart attack and was in the hospital. She didn’t have any information for him other than that, but wanted him to know. Cody had never spoken to me about his family before, but when I pulled him close to me, he opened up and collapsed onto my chest with complete exhalation.
Cody grew up in Nevada. When he turned 16, his father rented him a cheap motel room and an even cheaper hooker in an attempt to set his son on the “straight” and narrow path. He hoped that if Cody fucked her, he wouldn’t turn out to be a “fucking faggot”. But he knew the truth, Cody said. He had always known the truth. Cody’s dad went back to the motel room the next morning to pick up his son. The hooker was leaving as his dad came in. Her parting words were that she that she was keeping the money despite Cody never get hard enough to fuck her. As the door slammed on her way out, his father’s fist slamming into the side of Cody’s face. It wasn’t the first time his father beat him. I wasn’t the last.
Two years later, Cody joined the military. He got out of Nevada. He got away from his father. He thought he would never have to go back. Cody would have considered himself completely cut off from that old life if it wasn’t for his half-sister. They were close, but when they talked, they would never discuss their father. They only talked about their jobs, music, or guys they were seeing. He felt bad for leaving her, but she understood. It helped that not only did she live with her mother and not with their father, but also that it was her idea for him to enlist. The military took Cody away from Nevada, around the world, and now it had brought him to me.
As we talked, he admitted that he felt ashamed and angry, not because he was crying, but because of whom he was crying for. Tears for a man who had beaten him emotionally and physically for years, had never accepted him, and had never shown him any attention or kindness. For a man who was missing out on an opportunity to know someone loyal, committed, and caring.
As I listened to Cody, I felt rage surge inside me. Cody is a faggot, but he’s my faggot. No child deserves growing up with that sort of a parent. I could see why Cody gravitated towards strong men; his search for a true father-figure. I wondered if this rooted desire was common among fags and subs. Something to explore for another time. Last night was not the time to probe his psyche. It was time to just listen.
And so I listened. Once the pent up cacophony in his well ran dry, I led him to the bedroom, we stripped the remainder of our clothes, and we got in bed together. We spooned and I held him close. I could feel as his body tried to relax, but then it would tremble from the emotional tempest within. I pulled him to me, hoping he would find comfort in my arms. With every exhale, his spasms of emotional dissonance became less intense than the previous surge until I felt him finally fall asleep.
Being an Alpha isn’t about only about being a Dom in the bedroom. Sometimes, it’s about being the person others look to when they are incapable of tending to themselves. Sometimes, it’s about being the dam when life tries to flood the fields that others tend. And sometimes, it’s about being the constant for a scared faggot who just needed to be held and made to feel safe. It’s about being their terra firma.
This is a masterpiece, easily one of the best essays ever written on this site regarding Alpha rulership and responsibility.
@alphaexploits is one of the most purely dominant Alpha animals I’ve ever met, which I’ve found striking given his intellect. It’s that duality in him that makes me crumble in awe, much the way @natural-hung-bull or @straightalphamike have always brought me to my emotional knees in wonder. The way @alpha-john makes Simon feel.
The greatest Alphas transcend the sexual roles of Dominant and submissive and touch the very heart that beats at the center of the Hierarchy. They become more than a Dominant Man – they become God. They become the great mountain where inferiors can find safety and comfort.
Sir Titus, @alphaexploits, is that great mountain, that God. Thank you, Master, for reminding us why.
His flesh looks beautiful enough to eat! Perfect young, fresh Alphahood!
I think it’s a lot more alphas out here but due to social programming they aren’t in touch with that side. I recently figured out i was one. I would tap inside to my inner beast but it was rare and i didn’t really understand it. Now I’m trying learned to tap into it at will and trying to harness it to improve all facets of my life.
Thank you Sir!
Yes, you are absolutely correct – social programming is a huge obstacle for many Men to recognize their true nature as an Alpha. Modern society has been drumming this idea of “everybody is equal” into the heads of males for decades, and it’s made Men afraid to express the feelings Alphahood demands.
Once a Man taps into that hidden power within him, there is no turning back. Pulling away from Alphahood would be like discovering you had the winning lottery ticket, then throwing it away because “it wouldn’t be fair to everybody else.”
That’s nonsense. Nature made you Alpha, Sir. So embrace that incredible gift and use the advantages it offers to you!
Thank you Sir!
When it comes to the Hierarchy of Men, no other concept is more important than Alphahood. It is the foundational stone of the Hierarchy, the concept upon which it all rests.
So it’s odd that something so intrinsic to human society is poorly understood or flat-out rejected by modern people. And yet every day we see the impact of Alphahood on our world and in our lives. And deep in our bones there is a gnawing feeling that this is really the truth of our existence.
Loosely, Alphahood can be defined this way: It is the state of certain Men who are born with more genetic and personality advantages than others. This state of being makes them dominant socially, sexually, professionally, and personally.
For Men who are born Alpha and just coming to that realization, there is at once elation and confusion. Elation, of course, for having such a birthright and finally having an explanation for certain aspects of their lives.
But confusion, too. How do I know it’s real? How am I supposed to act? WHAT NOW? That was the state of mind of a reader, who asked this simple question:
So let me address this Alpha’s questions, while also sending these guidelines out to all Alphas everywhere.
First of all, I have TONS of advice! Much of it would naturally be tailored specifically to your circumstances (which I don’t know, yet), but I can give you general advice, much of which centers on mindset:
1. You were born to rule this world, Sir. Everything around you – people, money, everything – is yours. Meditate on that powerful concept.
2. You were born to be worshiped. Men are NOT created equal. Some Men – including you – were born Superior. Some scientists believe there is a special chromosomal combination responsible for Alphahood, but regardless, your genetics and makeup as a Man have crafted you into a god. Accept that about yourself, and allow that worship.
3. Embrace all forms of worship. Being a god, people will want to do obeisance to you. Some might seek to kiss your feet. Some might be compelled to give you vast sums of money. Some might wish to be your massage therapist. Others might wish to simply clean and shine the tires of your vehicle. Hell, there might be some who simply want to feed you grapes as you relax on a beach. These are all pleasures laid out before you on the banquet table of your life, Sir. So allow these inferiors to offer you their treasures.
3. Realize that it is NATURAL for inferiors to be drawn to your power as an Alpha. We want to serve Men like you because your Superiority compels us to submit and honor you. Alphas are light a light in the darkness, and we are moths drawn to it. It’s instinct on the most basic level, Sir.
4. Given that all inferiors are yours, Sir, you are free to pick and choose and take what you want. So be confident in that. Confidence is the one advantage all Alphas have over everyone else. You’re able to look someone in the eye and almost dare them to refuse you. That’s true power, Sir!
5. Expand your kingdom. Start to realize that there are many forms of worship that can come from many different directions. I don’t know about your sexual orientation, Sir, but let’s say that using faggots sexually doesn’t interest you – they can still clean for you, can’t they? They can still tribute money to you. They can lick your shoes clean or run errands or a thousand other chores for you.
6. You are Alpha over ALL inferiors. Some people make Alphahood out to be some sexual fetish thing. It isn’t. Alphahood is a state of being for select Men. It does sometimes involve sex or Dom/sub fetish play (which reinforces your dominance), but your Alphahood should be reflected throughout your entire life like light through a perfect diamond.
I hope some of these general points have inspired you to take hold of that commission entrusted to you by Nature!
Today at Starbucks I made the barista so nervous, just by standing in front of him and making my order. Young gay guy, with earings and curly blond/blue who told me I’m having a good hair day. (Of course I am, I have great wavy graying hair).
So I tortured him by engaging in conversation, just to hear him call me “Sir” again. He drew a “boink” face on my cup. 🤪
So casual, being a man, many attractive men presume they can get away with things because frankly, pretty people have it easier than most. Not that I’m “pretty”.
So casual, the masculine male exists and attracts just by his presence. People want to befriend him. Women want to have his beautiful babies. Men want to follow him, attracted to his confidence. And 10% of the male population, the fags, want to worship him.
So casual, that his self pleasure is considered a waist of energy, essence and pleasure, when all he does is touch himself, enjoying God’s gift.
So casual that submitting to him risks your possible rejection for not making his high grade.
You know deep down that everything about him, that you fantasize about, is true. All this, and you are oblivious to him and your efforts to grab his attention. Your subtle flirting with the Natural Alpha Male. And he doesn’t give you a second thought, moving on with his day. So casual.
Just like this.
Alphahood is a delusion pro. They’re all men and they all wanna fuck. Some have fetishes some don’t. Some are pompous jerks some not. Men are men.
No, I disagree. I’ve seen certain Men who attract a different kind of attention unlike ordinary Men, and I’ve experienced the difference in power between Alphas and ordinary Men.
This account was written by Rugby Alpha. I’m reprinting with kind permission.
As I said, I told my gf’s gay friend (I classed Jim’s as my friend too but he’s my fag now) to come back the next day after I gave him a glimpse of my cock.
I came back to tumblr to brush up on how to treat a fag. I wanted to be as dominant as possible for this cocksucker.
He text me the next day and said I could go over to his if I wanted, which worked better since my parents have never seen us together without my gf so it could be weird. I wanted to make sure I found the right type of boy so I text him and said ‘are you a fag? Because I’m an Alpha’ and he just replied ‘yes sir, for you to use. Just please don’t tell [gf’s name]’
I got to his house and went up to his room. Thankfully his parents were at work, because I’m really verbal when fucking.
I laid on his bed with him and we talked for a bit. I did it just to tease him. I could see in his eyes how eager he was to see my body and feel my cock. But I liked watching him squirm I guess.
He asked me since when am I into this and I explained that I always kinda was without even knowing it. Even with [gf’s name] every time we fuck I’m really dominant, telling her what do to, that she’s going to enjoy my cock whether she likes it or not (consented obvi, especially with women). But it wasn’t until I heard about the existence of fags that I could finally be as alpha as I needed to be, since I learned that fags want to serve me and my cock by choice and not by chore.
I could see his fag cock leaking through his Adidas shorts already and he told me ‘well…. I’m one of those fags sir. I’m just glad you finally noticed. You can use me anytime you want. My mouth or even my ass if you want to go that far. Just don’t let [gf’s name] find out please sir’
That’s when I told him to stand up and take off his clothes for me, when he took off his pants and underwear I could see the wet patch of Precum all over them as they dropped to the floor. You fags really are horny little cunts. And that only makes me enjoy it even more. Then I told him to undress me, but to leave on my Calvin’s and socks.
I didn’t have time to shower after rugby that morning, but he said that was even better. I was so intrigued by this fag boy I had known for so long but never used sexually until now. I wanted to see what he would do without my orders. I told him “you have 15 seconds of free reign on my body fag, to touch what you’ve been wanking over at night in this room while fantasising about me’ ‘how did you know I did that sir?’ I almost laughed in his face. Of course I know that. I could tell he had a crush on me, and I wank over the bitches I find hot.
‘3,2,1, go fag’. It was so intriguing to watch his wildest dreams come true. What a desperate little cocksucker he is. He went straight for my feet (just like @fagsworshipalphas said he would hahah) and started to sniff my white socks. Then he came up further and reached my bulge, pushing his face into it and sniffing as much as he could, all while muttering ‘thank you sir, thanks you sir, thank you sir’ he just made it to my armpits when his time was up. I couldn’t believe the desperation of this fag to sniff every part of me. There’s nothing I find hotter than someone who’s desperate and begging for pleasure when they’re so horny they think they might explode, and that’s what I saw in this fag.
‘Get my cock hard boy’ I told him and he pulled my cock out of my underwear. His face lit up so much it was laughable. He started to wank my cock and then couldn’t help but start sucking. I told him to work on the tip to get me hard and that’s what he did.
Soon I was throbbing, watching this fag boy enthralled by my cock, his own dangling freely while oozing Precum. I grabbed his hair and started fucking his mouth faster. Daddy wanted to cum, it’d been way too long since I’d had a blowjob. I smacked his face and he whimpered. It was like nothing I’d ever heard before. It was pure and utter submission to my alpha ways. I wanted more.
I told him To get ready for my load, and he started whimpering even more (he told me after he couldn’t believe he was finally going to taste my cum) and I shot my load into his fag mouth. Without even asking he swallowed the lot, it was such a privilege to him. It was probably the best blowjob I’ve ever had. That fag knew how to work on a shlong, his tongue was everywhere. Once I was done I said ‘good boy, now clean up my cock.’ All he could say was ‘thank you so much sir’ while he cleaned up every drop of cum from my cock.
I told him to get dressed. He started to put on his underwear, and I told him to stop.
‘No fag, these are your uniform. You wear them until the next time I see you do you understand?’ And I handed him the Calvin’s I had worn over here. He put them on and looked so happy and horny all over again. I wanted my Calvin’s on him so he’d never forget he’s mine, to mark him. But I wanted his as a reminder too, so I took them with me.
As I pulled up my pants he said ‘ so, you’re gonna walk home commando then?’ I said yes. I could tell for some reason he was getting horny and faggy all over again. ‘It’s just, I used to stare at your bulge when you’d be with [gf’s name] and watch your cock flop back and forth, wishing I knew how big it was. I could watch it all day sir’ I couldn’t believe the mind of a fag. Who knew they thought like this?
I went up to him and put his hand on my commando bulge, and told him ‘I’ll be back soon to use you don’t worry, and maybe your hole if you’re a good boy for me’.
I slapped his ass and left, shocked by what the fuck I have become. But I love it
In my time here on Tumblr, I’ve had the privilege of encouraging many young Alphas to become Gods by embracing fag worship as part of the satisfaction of their needs (anybody around here remember Texas Alpha, for example?). Every time it happens, I swell up with pride and excitement, knowing that the Hierarchy is fulfilled yet again!
But @rugbyalpha4fags is BY FAR my favorite.
What started out as a pretty typical message searching for answers turned into a raging inferno of Alpha Power! The thing I adore about Rugby Alpha is his curiosity, which, when combined with his voracious Alpha hunger, leads him quickly into new discoveries about himself.
A GOD IS BORN!
There is no stopping this newborn Supreme Alpha – the world belongs to him! I could totally see Rugby Alpha literally owning faggot slaves and using them for sexual and domestic service. To live life truly like a King.
Thank you Sir for such an undeserved privilege! LONG MAY YOU REIGN!
So it took Rugby Alpha approximately 1.3 seconds to discover that fag worship was exactly what he needed to achieve the level of Alphahood coursing through his veins. It’s like spinach to Popeye!
So he started a Tumblr site specifically devoted to chronicling his meteoric rise to Alphahood! He’s @rugbyAlpha4fags!
I just started up this blog, so make sure you follow and share it with your friends.
I didn’t realised the attention from @fagsworshipalphas would make me so horny, but I just love thinking about you fags slobbering over my cock.
There’s a lot to come boys, so get ready!
I’m straight but I’ve fucked guys mostly hairless twinks and they are by far some of the most fun fucks of my life! When you fuck another male, there is a psychological high that is rarely experienced when fucking a girl. It’s kind of weird but man it feels great!
Thank you so much for this, Sir!
I have spent most of my adult life as a faggot who served straight Alphas like yourself, and many of them have said something similar to what you’ve written above. I think straight Men are surprised at what happens within themselves when they fuck faggots for the first time. They find that beast there that they always knew existed, a beast they can unleash on faggots with complete abandon.
But even more importantly, when a straight Man fucks a faggot, he discovers that he was born to rule the world. He realizes that can fuck anyone he wants without mercy or consequences. That everyone and everything is his to use at will. That he is, in reality a King. It’s a heady emotional rush, indeed.
I am so happy to hear your reaction to this new aspect of your life, Sir. Don’t forget that these faggots are now YOURS to do with as you please. They can become your domestic servants. Your convenient sex toys. Your massage therapist, your cook, your chauffeur.
Welcome to Alphahood, Sir. Godhood.
It was what you were born to be!
Thank you for your message, Sir! I truly appreciate it!
Is it possible to be a gay alpha to gay men…but a faggot only for straight men?
NO. Any Alpha acting that way reveals that his Alphahood is a FETISH rather than a reflection of what he was born to be.
I hope I’m not spamming you, but it the Rimming Alpha again. Last night, when ordering my fag to do his job and clean my sweaty body, I ordered him to beg to eat my ass and lick my balls. When I finally let him dig in, I got a little too into it. I made him lie down and I pressed my ass into his face, and grinded my asshole on his mouth before I fucked his throat. I’m worried I’m letting this rimming stuff go overboard, or if I’m losing my manliness so to say. Or I’m probably just being anxious?
Sir, I’m not sure how much more emphatically I can say this. Your enjoyment of being rimmed by your faggot has nothing to do with “losing your manliness” or anything like that. It has two functions:
1. It feels fucking great, and you enjoy it thoroughly
2. It expands your power over this faggot, and demonstrates your superiority.
By smothering this faggot’s face with your ass, you are making a claim about its position in relation to you. That this faggot is your property, a thing (like a toilet seat) that serves even the dirtiest purposes in your life. That’s incredibly powerful for you, Sir.
It’s also powerful for your faggot. As I can tell you from personal experience, there are few actions quite as humiliating as being forced to lick an Alpha’s asshole. It reduces the faggot to a casual thing to be used and discarded, like soiled toilet paper or a flicked-away cigarette.
There is a reason why you keep returning to this practice. It feels great, yes, but because it makes you feel good inside. Your ego is electrified with the knowledge that literally anything you want is simply a command away. That you can take whatever you want without fear of judgement or second-guessing.
This is the rarefied air reserved for the true Alpha gods who walk among us. Alphas like YOU, Sir. Enjoy yourself, Sir, and relish your place at the top of the Hierarchy!
As a faggot, I’m always interested in the aspects of life I cannot understand or experience. To know what it’s like to be in a serious relationship with a female, have kids, or live a life that looks like those of other males. These are generally foreign concepts to me.
To me, the most bewildering and fascinating topic of all is Alphahood. I constantly seek answers to questions I have. What is it like to be Alpha every day? What does it feel like to be worshiped and served like royalty? But the big question – one I ask of virtually every Alpha with whom I speak – is how they discovered their Alphahood in relation to the purpose and usage of faggots. I usually get a lazy, shrugged-off answer, but occasionally I come across an Alpha who is willing to share his experiences in greater detail. So I want to start chronicling some of these great stories.
The first one involves Sir Echo. He is the 38 year old Marine pictured above. “Echo” is his personal nickname. He’s an Alpha Male who has been married to an attractive woman for seven years and they have children together. He’s obviously heavily into working out (I’ve seen the weights he uses – yikes) and living a healthy lifestyle. And, like any fit Alpha his age, he enjoys a ROBUST sex life.
A sex life that includes faggots.
His Ownership and usage of faggots started about 12 years ago. His wife knows all about these slaves. Personally, I get intoxicated by the idea of a Man being SO ALPHA that he simply doesn’t care what anybody else thinks about how he satisfies his needs. Sir Echo is one such Man.
I invited him to write about the first time he used a faggot, since these types of “first time” experiences can give us clues as to how Men come to use faggots in their lives. So I’ll let him take the ball from here:
I was born a poor black child…wait, that’s not right. No, my upbringing was decidedly upper-middle class, think: late 1990’s/early 2000’s teen high school movie. Hell, our football team won the state championship my senior year. I had girlfriends all throughout high school, but what really did if for me were the moms. The ones that stayed fit from tennis and all-day access to the gym. I struck out more times than not with this group, but I did get myself some yeses. Shout out to “Mrs. C” for educating a 5’10, 180lbs 15-year-old on the finer points.
After growing two more inches, and bulking to 205, I graduated, and wandered from the path most of my classmates took, and joined the Marines. I will yada-yada my career: I jumped up the ranks, made selection for Force Reconnaissance. Hilarity ensued.
Due to the nature of our deployment schedules, my “love life” was mainly a series of hook ups with Orange County girls—long on daddy’s money, with time and inclination to fuck their way through their 20’s. I took advantage. Oh lord, did I ever.
Flash forward to May/June of 2006. I was trying to exit my surfing bodysuit (surfers out there will feel my pain) when I noticed a Thai boy trying like hell to pretend he was not checking me out (If he had not been shirtless I would have thought he was a girl; long hair, slight, demure almost, plus it was dusky dark).
To this day, I can recall what ran through my head: “Fuck it, why not?”
Gear in hand, I approached the boy. He did not move from his perch on the concrete bench. I knew then, without a single doubt he was not only on the hook, but was flopping on the deck of my boat. I grabbed the t-shirt he had hanging on the bench, and told him to follow me.
I walked up the wooden stairs to the isolated parking area, not once looking back to see if he was following. When I got to my Tahoe, I opened the driver’s side rear door, and changed over to shorts, and a t-shirt. He watched the entire time. I looked around; between the scrub brush, and wind breaks, we had a fair amount of privacy. He had yet to say a word. He seemed to need encouragement, so I pointed to the sand in front of me, and told him something akin to “get started”. He did not move. I flopped out my cock. That message pierced his haze. He swept his fair, long hair back, and knelt. He licked me hard in a matter of seconds. Once turgid, I showed no mercy. I took his head by both sides and turned his mouth into a cunt. He gagged, he drooled, he gasped for air. His arms hanged limp. He did not fight at all.
I gave no warning that I was about to cum. I shot down his throat at the apex of my push into his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head until I was finished nutting. Once finished, I brought up my foot to his shallow chest, and pushed him back. With a soft thump, he landed on his back. He was a mess; red eyes, drool running down to his nipples, cum fucking everywhere.
I did not even know his name, nor did he know mine. I asked for his phone number. No reaction; he was still “drunk.” I did not wish to further waste my time, I so searched his clothes, his limp body not giving me any trouble, I found his blackberry, went to settings, and memorized his number. I tossed the phone into the sand beside him, and told him I might call. I don’t think he heard me.
I zipped up. Turned over the engine, and reversed out of the lot, making sure to not run over his supine body.
I waited a week or so, and rang him up. After he said hello, I said, “You remember the man who skull fucked you a little while back?”
More to come, but the adventure did not end there, believe you me.
This is a nice account, isn’t it? Alphas at this magnitude of cockiness and aggression are rare indeed. But even in this truncated early account of his first time using a faggot, we can see the seeds of his later actions regarding his wife and the continued use of faggots. This satisfies some part of the Beast within him, whether it be a lust for power and dominance, or simply a supercharged sex drive. It is a quality that separates Alphas from other Men.
Sir Echo currently owns a faggot, a very feminine and pretty boy (I’ve seen pictures). This faggot has been Sir Echo’s possession since August of 2018. I can’t help but wonder if this faggot has any idea about the history of the God he serves. I just hope the faggot continues the tradition set by so many previous faggots who have worshiped beneath the shadow of this Supreme Alpha.
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?
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!
I hate waking up alone with all of this 🍆
Where are my submissives at? Send daddy a gift. 😈
I’m not sure if Sir needs another gift, because Nature already blessed him with Alphahood and a mighty cock with which to rule. However, faggots inclined to worship might want to give him even more blessings.
This post is a submission from an Alpha reader named @alphacub. It describes his slow realization that he was really born an Alpha, and how he came to realize this truth:
I grew up a good, quiet guy. In school I was a chameleon, which is to say that I had friends in all of the cliques around school. I wasn’t the most popular guy on campus but pretty much everybody knew my name. I had always noticed people looking at me and I always had dates if I wanted them. I thought nothing of it.
During Sophomore year this new kid moves to town and he immediately befriends me as I was his “Lead” around school. A “Lead” is an upper-classman who helps you learn your way around campus and generally tries to look out fir you during your freshman year. Scotty and I hung around and became inseparable during that year. Fast-forward two years later, Scotty goes off to boot camp for the summer on the early entry program. He has to come back and finish his diploma before he gets sent to AIT and ships out wherever they’re gonna send him. As usual I worked all that summer and didn’t see him until he came back from Boot. Wow! He left this tiny little twig of a kid and came back with chest & arms that you wouldn’t believe! I was considering the military at the time so he immediately offered to help me with workouts and all to be prepared at the end of my Senior year.
We started working out together and he starts paying a lot of attention to me. I stayed over at his place one night and we’re watching TV when he asks me if I’ve ever thought of doing anything with a guy. I completely froze. I had no idea why he was asking and was confused by the change in topic. I said no and asked him if he had. He immediately said yes that he wanted to get fucked by someone. I was shocked. The way we were both brought up was that homosexuality was a sin and we would burn in Hell if we did anything like that! I just said wow. So, I thought for a few minutes and then asked him why he hadn’t done it yet. He quietly says “because I haven’t asked the guy I want to do it.”
It didn’t take long for me to figure out he was talking about me. I asked him why he hadn’t asked the guy. I pointed out that, with his size and muscularity, if the guy tried to take a swing at him or something he’d easily be able to kick his ass, so why not just ask? He turned off his TV, looked straight at me, then told me I was the one he wanted to do it to him. I asked him why. Things were going so fast that I needed time to process all of this. I was still in shock. He said, “Well you’re my best friend and I’ve always liked you. Not to mention your big dick!” I asked if he was afraid I’d hurt him and he said no; Army guys could take any pain. “Pain is just weakness leaving the body,“ he said. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided to just go for it! It was amazing. I fucked him as hard as I could, and the harder I slammed into him the more he moaned and begged for me not to stop.
After that night I didn’t see or hear from him for 4 years. I had moved to Colorado and then moved back home to Florida. I found his number when I was ready to move back to Panama City and so I called him up to see if he might be able to rent a room to me till I could get my own place. He said “Hell yeah! Come on down!" I got to town and got the biggest hug ever! He was all glad to see me and told me about his wife and little boy. He still had to work for a few hours but she was gonna come pick me up and help me get settled in, and he’d see me when he got off work That night she was headed off to play Bingo and had already put the kid to bed so I had about half an hour till he get home.
The second he walked through the door he gave me another hug, then went to take a bath. He called me into the bathroom and kissed me. He told me how much he’d missed me and that all he wanted was to please me again. We had a hell of a night! He was my first fag. To this day, I call and he drops everything to see me and do whatever I ask.
I recently called him to let him know about my "discovery and acceptance” of being an Alpha; all he said was: “It’s about time, Sir!"
Thanks to your blog and a few others I am finally the Alpha that I always have been! The difference is, I know it now! Thanks for everything!
I always love hearing experiences of Alphas discovering their Alphahood!
As with many Alphas, this Alphahood manifested itself after several years of experience and growth. It occasionally takes time for Alphas to accept the power Nature bestowed upon them, to bear the weight of responsibility as a Leader of Men and Owner of the world. It takes a certain strange humility to accept worship from inferiors, to take on the rightful position as their King, their god. It is a heady proposition, to be sure, but Alphas come to accept this as their birthright.
I thank Sir @alphacub for sharing his incredible story! May you continue to reign supreme, Sir, and receive the worship and devotion you deserve!
This was submitted by an Alpha reader. Thank you Sir!
I am a gay black alpha man. I have seen on your blog how you personally believe black men can be more dominant then there white counter parts. I would like to see if you agree with my explanation why.
White men for generations have believed they are the better race. And with that belief they have not had to work or demand respect that hard. It, in some ways, is given automatically. Because of that white alphas feel they do not need to force that respect as much. Thy already have it.
Now black men. They have been forced to the lower levels in society. They are looked down on, and mistreated. And this can be proven with the start of the Black Lives Matter movement. All other raced they are better because their skin is lighter. That is even within the black community. So black men have to work harder and demand respect more. Weather that is in the board room or bedroom. They have to show they can be just as good as anyone else. And because they have to work harder, once they have that respect, they are going to do whatever it takes to keep it. They are going to be more hungry, more aggressive, or more dominant they most other men out there. And that is why black men are more aggressive Alphas. Am I saying black men are better? Maybe! It’s a case by case. But black men are more aggressive because they’ve had to be in the world.
That is my opinion. I know not everyone will agree with me. Just know there are very little facts behind what I said, just my experience and how I see things.
Thank you Sir for your input on this topic. And yes, I do tend to agree with what you’re saying about the development of so many black Alphas, and in fact I’ve said as much elsewhere on this blog.
In addition to what you mention, I also think black Men are subjected to harsher conditioning by other Men in the black community. In poorer parts of the country/world, the law of the jungle tends to gain more importance in the development of Men. A Man must either fight or die, eat or starve. There can be no displays of weakness, no hints of fear. That rage and intensity builds up generation to generation, each one learning the same hard truths about survival.
When a black Man receives that type of conditioning in the communities surrounding him (in some cases, imprisoning him), his natural Male dominance is amplified and enhanced. I find this to be a very compelling theory that explains why there are so many black Alphas in the world. For a faggot like me, I am grateful to see it.
Thank you for this thought-provoking submission, Sir! It’s always nice to hear the opinions of Alphas regarding their development and ascendancy to Alphahood!
I’m sure Alphas do feel quite a bit of pressure. Alphas are often the targets of other Men as part of the hierarchical struggle that defines masculinity. I’ve seen this many times firsthand; Alpha is in a bar trying to have fun, and other Men try to pick fights with him.
Carrying the mantle of greatness can be difficult.