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!

I’ve had this true story for more than a week. First of all, it took some time and further discussion to further verify the story. But secondly – and most importantly – it was one of those stories that tend to make people uncomfortable.

This site has never shied away from disturbing experiences of questionable morality. It’s been my belief all along that these are really things that happen between males within the context of Hierarchy, so they deserve to be discussed and understood.

This particular story occurred in the early-to-mid sixties, beginning when budding faggot Michael (ugh, so many faggots named Michael!) was only six years old.

And it began with Michael serving his two Alpha brothers.

Again, this is far from the first time I’ve covered this type of thing between brothers so it’s clearly happening. I’m not sure exactly how to explain this phenomenon, other than to suggest that the Hierarchical roles override the incestuous aspects of it.

Given the size of this story, I’m splitting into at least two parts. And given that some of the people in the story have died since these events took place, I will use their real names.

Here’s Michael to set up the scene:

I was six. The youngest of six children. My two older brothers were David (6 years older than me) and John (4 years older). David zeroed in on my fag status first. He was 12 and horny and i was six and pliable. I would do anything for attention.

David invited me to sleep in his bedroom with him one night and kept saying, “We are buddies, right?” I would do anything to be His buddy. He was tall and handsome and already a stud athlete. I was already exhibiting fag traits. I had a sibilant “es” when i spoke, was more interested in the cheerleaders than the football game, chose colorful clothing and was a known tattle tale. I even had to be told to stop carrying my books like a fag when i started elementary school. So, you get the picture. Stud older brother, sissy younger one.

David had his own room because he was the oldest of us boys. It was winter and the house was cool so when we got into bed, being a fag, i slid over next to David for the body heat. The lights were out. The house was quiet. Both my parents were functional alcoholics so were normally sound asleep every night by 9pm. David started letting His hands roam all over me. I was wearing white briefs and a pajama top that was a hand-me-down from one of my brothers. The bottoms were no doubt long worn out and discarded. He said it would warm me up. When He pinched my nipples they stood up hard and He asked if that felt good. I was a little and didn’t answer right away so He repeated Himself a little more assertively. “That feels GOOD DOESN’T it?” He followed that with “Answer me.” I picked up on the tone and quickly said, Yes! He was pleased and whispered this is what buddies do and it is secret. If you tell a soul then we can’t be buddies. I swore i would not tell. His hands went down and He slowly slip my underwear down and started stroking my junk which was hard as a spike already.

This was the icebreaker. What He really wanted was my hands on Him. He told me to do everything to Him He had just done to me. I started but was too slow and He took both of my hands and directed them straight down to His big boy stiff cock. Once He had me stroking Him the correct way He lay back and just enjoyed being jacked off. Oddly, He never ejaculated in front of me. I am certain He did finish the job once i fell asleep. The next day He and John watched me closely. They were around me all day it seemed which was odd as they usually went out of their way to avoid me so they could do big boy stuff. Not this day though. One or the other popped up every time I was around my mom or dad. That night David asked if we were still buddies. I of course said we were. He said, you know if you tell anyone we won’t be. I recognized a veiled allegation when i heard it even at 6. You learn those nuisances quick when you have a large family. I insisted i had done nothing to jeopardize my new found buddy status!

Time for bed buddy. Second night He dispensed with the foreplay and told me to get under the covers and get friendly with His cock. I scurried under the blankets and found He had already lost His underwear. He told me to get between His legs and lay facing His dick. I was under there stroking His big cut cock for my buddy and He said, “Do you like him?” I answered i did like it and thought it was pretty. He said, “if you like it you should kiss it.” Smack….that kiss landed right on piss slit. He said do it again and this time stay longer and use your tongue to taste it buddy. Buddy was like a magic word! In no time He had my fag mouth slobbering all over His dick, sucking and kissing it and licking and kissing His balls. I got tired and fell asleep and he finished the job.

Next day I was surveiled once again and passed the test. That night my other brother said “Wanna be my buddy tonight?” Damn, word was out and the buddy sharks were circling me. This arrangement went on for two years until David was 14 and had a girlfriend. I cried when He told me i could not be His buddy anymore. By then i was used to a steady diet of dick meat and took orders very well indeed. My other brother John continued using me to jack him off and rubbing his huge cut cock up and down my ass crack always hoping for an opening to pop my cherry, but i never would allow it. Don’t judge me too badly. I know a good faggot jumps on a dick when told to, but I learned that lesson from my next owner.

I’ll stop there, because the story of Michael’s next owner – a young neighborhood Alpha named Bob – is much larger and more complex.

In all of these kinds of stories we see a fair amount of predatorial brainwashing. This was especially effective in the sixties, long before things like the internet opened people’s eyes to these situations. Little Michael was on his own and defenseless.

But notice – Michael doesn’t sound angry or regretful about the situation he endured. Why? Because, like me with my rape, Michael can see the Hierarchical truth behind what happened.

The next installment will cover Michael’s first true Master … at the age of eight. Stay tuned!

Is being a faggot a hereditary trait? Or maybe predisposed and triggered?  I have a set of holes that I’ve been using since his 3yo son is born, black baby (the sissy is Latino)… You guessed it but still raising it since his “beard” vanished with his boss. As a fag rag, should he take precautions even if it’s not his blood?

Thank you for writing to me, Sir!

I don’t think there is any evidence to suggest that faghood is hereditary. In fact, I have known beta and faggot fathers who have produced Alpha sons. Regardless, I’m not sure what “precautions” could be taken in this case. A child is going to become what it was meant to become, Sir. Anyway, the faggot is just a set of holes to you, so why should you care at all?

Thank you, Sir!

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My alpha will become a dad soon, what should I do?

Buy him a cigar and praise him for being such a virile Alpha.