This is a thread about the arrival of King Richard, a Protector Alpha who has, through great struggle and self-reflection, come to accept and wield his natural power. CLICK HERE for all posts in this in-depth thread!

One of the great privileges I’ve received over the nearly five years of running this blog has been conversing with great Alphas in a setting separated from sex and humbling service. Over the course of twenty years as a sexual and domestic faggot, I dealt with many Alphas. However, those service relationships – even the meaningful ones – were still intellectually surface-deep. I was a faggot, a “useful thing” to them. I didn’t have a brain, just two convenient holes.

Then this site happened to me. It was inevitable; after all, I am a writer by trade. Through this site I have come to know some of the greatest Alphas of my life. These Men all rightly regarded me as inferior to them, but they sensed enough intelligence in me (since sex wasn’t involved) to trust me with their deepest secrets only other Alphas understand. And I, in turn, endeavored to represent what faghood could be in their lives – a powerful and valuable resource!

And even five years on, I continue to be surprised by the Alphas I meet on this journey over the peaks and through the valleys of the Hierarchy.

Last night I received an extraordinary email (the title of this post comes from the subject line) from a complex Alpha I call King Richard. It shook me to the center of my being. With his permission, I share it with all of you:

sam the faggot,

I will preface this by imparting my upmost respect and admiration for what you are doing on your site, on your podcast, your up and coming business ventures, and most importantly your existence as a human being.

Your very existence is a tiny, but impactful pillar of hope in my mind.

I am an empath by nature, so I do feel very attuned to others on a deeper, primal level. I can very easily hop into the minds and emotions of others and adopt them for myself. With many, it takes a bit of effort to tap into their baser selves. After reading through your beautifully written articles, and listening to the devoted and submissive nature of your voice, it is very clear that you put your authentic self forward. Speaking from an Alpha’s perspective, that is such a breath of much needed fresh air… someone who understands the social and hierarchical aspects of our nature as humans and accepts them wholeheartedly.

It was such a treat to stumble upon your tumblr page before The Great Tumblr Purge. There I was, a college freshman only looking for new porn to get off to, but I never thought I would go down a Hierarchy Is Truth rabbit hole and have such an eye opening experience in the process.

From childhood, I always knew I was destined for greatness. I’d imagine and play out these fantasies of being a hero, being recognized for my efforts, saving the world, being worshipped, and as I grew up (as with most people) I put all of that into the Fantasy Box and put it away.

Due to social conditioning, family trauma, and a genuine care for all human beings, I became afraid of expressing my dominance. I was left denouncing any desire for praise, wanting to fade into the background, and starving myself of attention because I was afraid how it could be perceived by others.

The only way I could express my dominant and hunter instincts was through sex. It was because of this unbalanced relationship with my power that I began to use sex in an unhealty way and with people who most certainly did not deserve me. Through all of that, however, it did teach me just what I needed to do outside of sex to feel complete and balanced. I needed to embrace Alphahood in all aspects of my life.

This is where you came in and truly changed my life; it was when you explained the difference between Protector and Destroyer Aphas. I had been trying to mold myself into this violent, emotionally detached, tyrannical variation of Alphas, but it was against my nature. I wanted to assert my dominance, while also embracing my compassionate, and empathetic self. You helped turn the key in my mind and let loose all of those heroic, grandiose, and godlike projections of myself. I could embrace my power the way I wanted to. I didn’t have to follow any guidelines or rules set it place about what it meant to be an Alpha Male. I was then able to grow and develop in a way that better suited my place in the Hierarchy.

Now, after going through an expansive spiritual awakening, I understand my place. I have a balanced control of my power. I continue to spit, toss, choke, and play with my toys as before, but I also want to protect them, encourage them, and see them succeed. Their worship and devotion is energy being channeled into me like fuel for a car, or air for my lungs; just as my musk and control is for them. It’s a symbiotic relationship. The power most definitely leans toward Our side, but it is important to acknowledge that there is no worship without faggots.

I have you to thank, faggot, for providing a space for us to find and learn from one another. You’ve done an amazing thing with the community that you’ve created and I cannot wait to see what you will do for us next.

Through all of the content and wisdom that you share, you have lifted me up to embrace my voice, harness my power, and continue down the path of a Protector Alpha as nature intended.

—::pats you on the head, kisses your forehead, and whispers “good fucking boy” ::—

Richard

Speechless.

I’m always saddened when our greatest Men cast aside this mantle of Alphahood for reasons similar to those expressed here by King Richard. I have known tremendous Alphas beaten into submission by early-life sexual, physical, or emotional abuse. I’ve seen Alphas collapse under the weight of societal expectations, or retreat into the comforts of “normal” life.

But Alphas are not meant to live the lives of regular Men.

King Richard came to finally accept this about himself, fought against the shackles imposed on him by his former life, and transformed into the supreme being Nature intended. He is a powerful example of a Man embracing the truth about himself and the world around him and realizing that it all exists FOR HIM.

Any part I could play in a process that profound and necessary is nothing but sprinkles on the most delicious sundae ever made.

I was deeply moved by King Richard’s soul-baring email to me. He said many complimentary things toward me, a simple faggot, that I will carry in my heart for the rest of my life.

But most of all, his email lifted me and re-energized me in ways I sorely needed right now. In life there are moments of desolation, desperation, and overwhelming frustration. This site and this personal mission of mine to preach the gospel of Hierarchy occasionally takes a toll on my spirit.

Then I receive such a lovely and heartfelt missive, and inspiration returns like a cool spring breeze.

Thank you, King Richard, for your power, wisdom, and kindness. Always.

sam the faggot

This post is part of a series chronicling the Alphahood of findom Alpha Sir Josh from Tumblr. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I always enjoyed reading the posts of @Alpha-Sir-Josh on my Tumblr feed over the years, but I has always steered clear of him because I largely thought he was yet another anonymous findom. I figured he was like many straight Alphas in the scene, out to take fag cash without actual ownership of faggots.

Boy, my radar was wrong there!

I’ve recently reached out to him on a whim, and I’ve discovered a vibrant Alpha Master behind the anonymous facade! The 30-year-old Alabama native has actually had a long history of fag service and worship during his adult life!

I wanted to relate one recent story he told me that actually highlights his fearlessness and aggression.

So my cash faggot that I’ve been fucking for 2 and a half years got a boy friend. His boy friend has a clit dick. Like it might be smaller than yours.

So, I told my faggot, I’m going to cuck your pathetic faggot boyfriend. So I went there and my fag had arranged it; unbeknownst to me that he didn’t tell his cuck boyfriend I was coming. So I show up and the fag welcomes me calling me sir. The bf has a shocked expression on his face. I look him and smirk and say what’s up faggot. He was dumbfounded. I didn’t know he didn’t know I was coming.

My fag leads me straight to the bedroom ignoring his faggot bf. I jump on the bed and he begins pulling my clothes off. My faggot then takes his clothes off as his cuck walks in still awestruck. My faggot has his clit locked up and a HUGE-ASS butt plug in his pussy. I again found out later, the cuck had never seen either. (PS: I actually like a loose sloppy hole so my faggot constantly trains his pussy to be gaping for me. I’m gonna fist him one day.)

Anyway, he begins working on my cock and rubbing my body while his cuck just stands there mouth agape. Finally, at some point, the cuck finally made his way over to a chair in the room and sat down and just watch. A look of confusion, frustration, and every now and then a lustful licking of his lips.

I got up, grabbed my faggot, flipped him on his back and pulled his head by his hair to the edge of the bed and started skull fucking. His body began writhing from the intrusion of my cock down his throat and he was spitting and choking with saliva and my precum dripping all down his face.

Looked at the cuck, complete awe and lust over his face. He couldn’t believe it.

Pulled out after about 5 minutes of slamming my cock down my fags throat while slapping his pathetic clit and balls. Told him to switch around and I slowly removed his butt plug. He was greased and ready. I shoved my cock in all the way in one motion and began fucking him like an animal in heat. I honestly don’t tend to last too long fucking, but I recently started taking Celexa for anger management and it has given me the super power of completely controlling my orgasms. Also, the fact that this cuck had now taken off his clothes and was attempting to play with his microclit had me turned on in a way I’ve never felt before.

I raped my faggot. I raped him like I never had before. He was screaming for me to stop by the end, but I’d just slap him on the face, grab his shoulders and ram in twice as hard. You’d think all the ass training would’ve made him take my average-sized cock easier, but he told me later he’d never been savaged like that in his life.

So finally I’d had enough and I decided to end the destruction. I filled my fag’s pussy with my load, but I wasn’t done. I pulled out of his gaping pussy, locked eyes with the cuck, walked over to him never losing eye contact, and said clean my cock faggot. My cock was dripping with cunt juices, lube, and my alpha cum. He turned white as a sheet and looked like he wanted to run, but before he could make that decision for himself, I made it for him. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his mouth on my dripping cock, and began skull fucking him right then and there. He was sputtering, gagging, and he started crying.

After I’d had enough, I went to the bathroom, wiped myself down with a towel, put my clothes back on, turned – neither had moved. The cuck had fag juices all over his face and body. I smirked and said, I’ll be back for your ass next time faggot.

Almost all Alphas have swells of unbelievable rage and power, moments of no control or subtlety. When an Alpha is in THAT mood, you’d have an easier time trying to stop a train with a feather duster.

The faggot in question has been serving Sir Josh for a couple of years. In that time frame, the faggot has tributed $3,000-$4,000 to its Master. Sir Josh told me a little more about this particular faggot:

He told me about his cuck bf several months ago, but this fag lives 3 hours from me. This was my first time going to his place. Normally he comes to my house and leaves with an empty wallet after taking 3 loads from me and cleaning my whole house.

Yes, Alpha like this exist! It’s not a fetish or a fantasy!

As Sir Josh has gotten older, he has begun to get bored with the flow of easy fag pussy that comes his way. He’s beginning to yearn for ownership of a faggot (or more). He reads the stories about Master Nick and his four faggots, and he likes the idea of training and ownership more.

All Alphas deserve to own faggots. Sir Josh has the power and courage to accomplish this! Can he harness his power and focus it on complete ownership? We shall see!

This is a continuing series of articles involving a straight, 38-year-old Alpha named Ray who is exploring the world of faggot ownership. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

At the end of the last post about Alpha Ray’s subjugation and enslavement of a faggot he found at his gym, I encouraged him to cunt his faggot. 

Well, guess what? That faggot has not only been cunted, but completely transformed:

I thought this part was interesting. A cunted faggot will often naturally seek the lowest and deepest point of degradation. Drinking the urine of the Alpha that cunted it is typically one of those cravings we have.

I wasn’t sure if Alpha Ray was going to follow through with the faggot’s request – he seemed resistant – but sometimes cunting a faggot transforms the Alpha as well.

THOROUGHLY OWNED!

I just love seeing straight Alphas explore this channel of absolute power through the use and ownership of faggots! The transformation of the Alpha is so thrilling to witness!

Now that Alpha Ray has cunted and marked his first faggot, complete ownership and daily service are his on command!

This is the way Men are meant to live!

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!

Occasionally in life you come across natural objects and circumstances so astonishing that you are left shattered and in awe. Think about witnessing the miracle of childbirth, the grandeur of the Grand Canyon, or the power of a tornado. Our world is filled with such wonders that keep us humble and thankful to be alive.

One of the greatest natural forces in our physical universe is Master Kyle, the Alpha son of Sir Rob. Since coming into his Alphahood through his father’s careful guidance in the use of faggots, Master Kyle’s incredible power has increased exponentially. He’s the human version of a runaway train; unstoppable, punishing, and unyielding.

He is beyond the fears and insecurities that constrain other males, now.

Two days ago Master Kyle decided that he wanted serious worship, the kind of worship reserved for myths and legends. He resolved to collect all three of his current faggots together at the spare house his family owns for a long session centered around satisfying his unquenchable sexual appetites.

Here is Master Kyle’s account of the long night of worship:

INCREDIBLE!

I was so thrilled to hear that he got his ass licked by his faggots. This is one of the most overlooked ways Men can experience godly power.

Afterward, Master Kyle was so consumed by a lust for power that he truly began to consider owning all three faggots.

Listen to the words of your King, faggots! There is now nothing beyond his grasp. Master Kyle has ascended to the rarified air reserved for the rulers of the world.

Knowing this young god has not only been one of the great highlights of my life as a faggot, but his power and glory has transformed me personally in ways I never imagined possible online.

All faggots should kneel and worship Him. All faggots should surrender their souls to Him.

The greatest Alphas are Protector Alphas with the kind of natural power that transforms others and fulfills the deepest promises of the Hierarchy.

Master Kyle, my King, is that Apex Alpha standing above all!

Look at my beautiful fag brother Alex above!

As I write this, Master Nikola is driving home from soccer practice to mount and deflower Alex‘s virgin pussy!!!

Whatever Alex was in this picture will be forever changed the moment Master Nikola slides his Alpha cock into his pussy!

After breeding, Master Nikola’s cum will enter Alex’s bloodstream and become part of him. The young faggot will be claimed forever at a genetic level.

There can be no closer bond between an Alpha and his owned faggot!

I received this rather extraordinary comment on a post about black Alphas on the main site (fagsworshipalphas.com), and I thought I’d share.

We white men don’t have a chance against an Alpha black man. When a black man sees a white man he wants he will take him. We can try to stop him but he will win.

I was having a couple beers at a bar when a black guy came up to me. He wasted no time . His first words were hey fag, I want your ass. I was speechless! He said drink up & come with me. I said, no, I am not like that and right there in front of everyone he slapped my face and said shut the fuck up. He grabbed my arm and practically pulled me off the stool. He was at least 6 inches taller and 100 lbs heavier. I knew right then I was done for.

He took me to the back of the building and there was a tree next to the dumpster. He pushed me up against the tree and said get your pants off. I pushed my pants down and he slapped my face and said, I said off, not down and the underpants too.

He took my t shirt off and I was totally naked. He pushed me face down on the branch and slapped my ass so hard 4 times and said, nice ass bitch. I was almost in tears as I begged him not to do that. He had n o lube and just rammed his cock into my ass. I screamed and he put his big hand over my mouth and shoved it in further. Now the tears were running down my face. He was so rough, slapping me and calling me a sissy fag and a bitch etc.

I felt him jerk and let out a moaning sound and I felt him unload in me. Just then I had an uncontrollable ejaculation. He laughed and said, good boy, you loved it.

I felt 2 hard slaps to my ass and he turned me over and his cock went into my mouth. I had never had a cock in my mouth before either but I have gotten blow jobs before.

Not from my wife, although I knew she gave blow jobs to guys in HS but never would do that for me. Well I started giving this guy a blow job and he had cum less than 10 minute ago but damn if he didn’t shoot a load in my mouth. He pulled out so some of it would fall on my face.

He then told me to lay down on the ground and he stood over me and pissed all over me. He pulled his pants up and said hey bitch, I’ll see you again!

I lay there for maybe 20 minutes in the dark. I finally got dressed and went home. My wife was already asleep in bed so I did not have to explain why I was so late.

Yes, I had several more times with James and I became his bitch.

I spoke with the married faggot. He said he served this black Alpha James for 17 months.

I think I wanted to highlight this story because it demonstrates how Alphas can literally claim a faggot and take what they want. There doesn’t need to be any sweet talking or deal making. It’s non-negotiable.

Alphas rule the world. Faggots are the possessions of their Kingdom. A King doesn’t need to ask to take something he owns already!

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!

It’s one thing for a Man to be called a “god” by a woman or a faggot, or even to just feel powerful like a god in the heat of conquering something.

But it’s an entirely different feeling when you see godhood taking over your life, when you see it actually manifesting in your life as a real power.

Alpha Kyle discovered that last night.

Yesterday afternoon Alpha Kyle had a wrestling tournament. He of course won every match (again, supremacy at work). After the tournament the school had an afterparty at a large house.

You can imagine Alpha Kyle in this moment. He’s 17 years old, has been dominating sports and girls for years, and has just discovered that he’s a true Alpha God and Master to a newly-bred faggot. He just destroyed the competition in a wrestling tournament. He’s like a conquering King, adrenaline coursing through his veins, his mind and body electrified and on fire.

Now here’s Alpha Kyle’s story:

ALPHA POWER!! GODLY POWER!

It is a Hierarchical truth that Alphas who have ascended and expanded the use of their natural power carry themselves differently. I call this “leveling up.” It’s like shifting into a new gear in an expensive and exclusive luxury car that only certain drivers are allowed to touch.

Faggots sense leveled-up Alphas like animals can sense a coming storm. There’s something in the air around these Alphas that is different. They even smell different. It’s like everything about them is supercharged.

This faggot was bold enough to offer its mouth to serve Alpha Kyle because it sensed the young god had leveled-up. The faggot was drawn to offer itself; it had no choice. Alpha Kyle’s newfound power now radiates from him like a beacon. It’s impossible for faggots to refuse.

But then Alpha Kyle also did something quite extraordinary by wiping his balls all over the faggot’s face! He thought it was funny, of course, but in reality this is an instinctual Alpha power move. This is so primal and basic to Alphahood that it could almost be part of their genetic code.

Like I told Alpha Kyle, Men have these primary zones on their bodies where their scent is extremely powerful. Feet and armpits are two such areas.

But by far the most powerful Male scent comes from a Man’s dick and balls. It is loaded with testosterone and other mood-enhancing substances. It induces submission in those wired for it – like faggots.

So by doing this marking with his balls, Alpha Kyle was claiming ownership and dominance over the faggot, but he was also marking the faggot’s mind and soul with that scent. For the rest of its life that faggot will remember Alpha Kyle’s unique mark. Whenever the faggot is out in public and it smells something like Alpha Kyle’s scent, the faggot will be triggered.

This is how an Alpha owns the life, loyalty, obedience, and the very soul of his faggots!

I cannot tell you what an extraordinary privilege it has been to come to know and worship this new god! Alpha Kyle and Sir Rob embody the Hierarchical truth about Alphahood and the faggots born to serve them!

I’m glad to be counted among the throngs of faggots worshiping at their feet!

Thank you Master Kyle!

This is a concurrent thread highlighting Sir Rob, the 51-year-old Apex Alpha Father of 17-year-old Alpha Kyle. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts about this extraordinary Alpha in chronological order!

I knew it from the opening sentences of his first message to me about the grooming of his Alpha son Kyle that nothing would be the same again. The distinct Alpha tone was there, and his respect for the legacy of Alphahood really knocked me over. This was clearly not a joke.

It has exceeded all of my wildest dreams.

I had the unparalleled privilege of speaking with Sir Rob, the 51-year-old Alpha father of 17-year-old Alpha Kyle tonight. It was a long, honest conversation about the inheritance of Alphahood, the pride in raising Alpha sons, Hierarchy, and the truth about our roles within it. Throughout, I was shocked at how easy it was to discuss these topics with a Man so vastly superior to me. What an honor!

Here is our conversation. I’ll add some thoughts afterward.

A few scattered thoughts:

1. Did you hear the PRIDE beaming from his words when he read his son’s conversation with me? I was smiling from ear to ear when he responded that way!
   
2. I loved his serious appreciation for Alphahood as a LEGACY, one to be respected and nurtured in younger Alphas. This is part of that “Alphas teaching Alphas” aspect of Alphahood that is little understood among non-Alphas. They are part of a unique and exclusive club!
3. His thoughts on caring for and encouraging his faggots like they were his beloved possessions really touched me! What faggot wouldn’t want to serve an Alpha like Sir Rob??
4. Sir Rob’s comments about aftercare really struck me as insightful. I particularly loved the difference he drew between the sex he has with his incredible wife and the hardcore rutting he does with faggots, and the function of aftercare in certain situations.
   

Sir Rob is a quintessential straight Alpha. I have served many straight Alphas in my life, and they all generally reflect a similar mindset about faggots and purpose and Hierarchical values, although few have as deep an understanding as Sir Rob!

Alpha Kyle has a GOD for a father. Together, they are unstoppable. Sir Rob has bequeathed a most valuable inheritance to his beloved son – ownership of the world and everything in it!

Thank you to Sir Rob for an unforgettable conversation!

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!

I’ve had a few incredible messages over the course of five years running this site. But I don’t know if any rattled the cages of my readership quite like THIS QUESTION (CLICK HERE) did several days ago. In it, a 51-year-old married Alpha father was writing in to ask what I thought about introducing his straight 17-year-old Alpha son to the use of faggots.

After wholeheartedly encouraging this idea, I practically begged this Alpha father to keep in touch with me regarding the progress of the situation. Then I held my breath, hoping it was real.

In the ensuing days, multiple people approached me about this anonymous question, telling me it was too good to be true. It HAD to be fake, they insisted. A couple questioned my veracity and hinted that I was too gullible. I’m an experienced faggot, so I’ve seen enough crazy shit to know that this kind of thing is possible. Still, I started doubting myself.

Then the Alpha father contacted me! And then he had his Alpha son contact me! And now I can report that these two Alpha GODS are very much real and exceed even my wildest expectations!

The Alpha father’s name is Sir Rob. During my brief introduction to Him, I learned that he had just had the talk about faggots with his Alpha son. Sir Rob said this:

“I talked to him about having fags, what it meant for Men, all of that and he really understood well. I think he was a little excited too. I asked him if he wanted me to find him a fag for his first sub and he agreed. He told me he still had some questions to ask a fag so he should message you too.”

I must tell you – reading that direct statement from a bold Alpha like Sir Rob nearly made me pass out!

But nothing could prepare me for my conversation the following day with his 17-year-old Alpha son, Alpha Kyle. For the sake of completeness, here is the entire text conversation:

INCREDIBLE!

You can absolutely hear that Alpha “tone” in the way Alpha Kyle speaks. He tosses off casual admissions like “I am a god” and “I am a king” like they should be understood already.

Imagine having that kind of power and self-possession at that age!

Just talking to him reminded me of a conversation I had with my first Alpha (also at age 17) about the fact that he enslaved me as his personal cocksucker. He shrugged his shoulders and asked, “eh, what were you going to do about it?” I just remember feeling like prey when he said that.

So will that faggot tomorrow afternoon when it finds itself in the clutches of young Alpha Kyle! I have a feeling that faggot is going to be pounded so hard and so mercilessly that it’ll be wobbling when it walks, leaving a crooked trail of leaking Alpha jizz on the ground behind it!

I just want to thank Sir Rob for his wisdom! And I especially thank Alpha Kyle for his thoughtfulness and his inquisitiveness!

Faggots, we have a new god to worship! Kneel before your great new King, Alpha Kyle!

This amazing first-time memory is being republished here for preservation with kind permission by its author, @TheAlphaTank. Thank you, Sir!

Let me set the dial on the Wayback machine for you, the year was 1994, and I had been asked to leave my private Evangelical school for “behavioral” reasons. My parents finally decided to let me attend a public school again on one condition, but that’s irrelevant for this story. I started my Junior year of high school following in my older sister’s footsteps, I mean, isn’t that what regularly happens?

     I didn’t fit in with any of the cliques, not because I didn’t try but because I didn’t care. It was the cheerleaders, jocks, plastics, the CN, the “Necks,” and the preppy kids. I’m sure there were more, but as I said, I didn’t care about any of that. I was different, and refused to conform to their ideals and attitudes towards people. Besides, I already knew where I wanted to go with my life, so I was definitely not a follower. I had earned so many credits towards my diploma at my previous school that I had tons of time for elective classes. Knowing my future path I wanted to attend the NJROTC classes.

     I remember that first day of NJROTC class having to stand in the outbuilding to get measured for my class uniforms; Service Dress Blues, Service Dress Whites, and Service Khakis. This was not something I anticipated considering this day; it was sweltering and humid, so I didn’t wear any underwear, which had become pretty standard for me. I’m standing in the office in a thin t-shirt, cargo shorts, and the most recent must-have sneakers. Our NJROTC Commander pointed to another student who I later understood was the Administrative Clerk and directed him to take my measurements.

     Carrot stepped away from his little alcove and approached with a purpose. He was just shy of 6’ feet tall, pale and lanky. He had a sweet face, amazingly vibrant blue eyes, and auburn hair with that standard crew cut style. In his hands were a fabric tape measure, a pen, and some form on a clipboard. He handed the pen and clipboard to me and asked me to fill out the highlighted portion. Once completed, I went to hand it back when he stopped me. “Please hold on to that, Sir, if you would kindly write the numbers I call out into the corresponding box.”, he asked.

     I stood with the clipboard in one hand and the pen in the other when Carrot asked me to raise my arms out to the side. He measured my neck, my back from shoulder to shoulder, my arm from mid shoulder to wrist, my chest at my nipples, my abdomen at my belly button, and lastly, my waist at my hip bones. During each measurement, his hand dragged the tape measure across my body slowly and intentionally feeling the muscles under my shirt, before calling out the corresponding number. 

     He asked me to lower my arms and spread my feet apart to shoulder width. I took up that position while Carrot squatted in front of me. He measured my outseam and then switched to my inseam, I wasn’t sure why he measured everything else one time but my inseam he measured four times before calling out the number. It was on the third time I felt him graze my slowly stiffening cock and rest the back of his hand on my full balls. I looked down and saw him staring back at me, I gave him a smile and a wink, his pale face turned every shade of red. He removed the tape measure, and I was about to write down the measurement, but he measured me again, this time without the tape measure in his hand. As his left hand reached my cock, he stood up, placing the palm of his entire hand on my meat and giving it a slight rub, “32 Sir,” he said before walking away. I was sent back to the classroom and told to send the next student in. 

     Back in the classroom, I was in shock and horny as fuck. I didn’t say a peep to the other students who were conversing amongst themselves. I repeated the events in my head over and over, I never wanted to forget that moment. After the last student returned, so did our Commander, Chief, and Carrot. This was the first instance of protocol that I learned, the quick, explosive movement to stand at attention. We were told to sit back in our seats, Carrot came around handing us the pink copy of the form from earlier, when he arrived at my desk I looked him in the eye and smirked. The back of my form had a drawing of an anthropomorphic carrot on it, with an open mouth. Before he walked away, he dropped the other forms; once Carrot gathered them up, he placed his hand on my thigh to help him stand up. Damn, this kid was pushing my buttons, and I didn’t even remember his name.

     The bell rang shortly after that, I gathered my items and walked out of the classroom with a newfound level of swagger. As I was walking to my next class, I heard his familiar voice behind me, I stayed at my pace and entered the Science Hall. This kid was still behind me as I entered the Chemistry classroom, I took a seat at the lab table in the middle of the room. The empty seat next to me was swiftly taken, I turned my head to see this ginger fucker again. He introduced himself to me like the past class period didn’t exist, I returned the introduction, which ended in with him saying, “Nice to meet you, Sir.” I didn’t think anything of it since being raised in the South, Sir and Ma’am are staples of communication. 

     Weeks past, and he noticed I was struggling with the material, I was barely pulling a solid C while he was a low A student. He noticed after our first quiz, which I barely passed that I was becoming irritated at my inability to understand the class. He offered to tutor me after school at my house since his mom was at home all day and didn’t like other people in their house. I agreed, so we set up the day and time, every “B day” at 4 pm. Our classes were on an A and B rotation, so this meant the NJROTC class, Chemistry, and lunch were all classes we shared together; not that I minded the attention.

     The first few tutoring sessions were all business, and it showed as my grades increased to a high B. I began relaxing more around him and even changed out of my school clothes during our sessions. It was halfway through the first semester when our sessions developed into maintaining my grades and having my cock sucked. I was wearing some hand-me down silkies from my dad, sitting on the edge of my bed while Carrot sat on the floor about 3 feet in front of me. I can even remember what we were reviewing, covalent vs. ionic bonds, when I noticed he was staring at my right thigh. I hadn’t realized the leg of my shorts were open and he was looking down the barrel of my cock. I quickly shifted my position only to hear him sigh, I looked at him as he began licking his lips. I set my notebook down and got off my bed, walking right up to his face. I pushed his nose and mouth to the side of my crotch, his warm breath was an instant aphrodisiac, I stood there as he continued to inhale my teen musk.

     He slowly lowered my shorts to free my rock hard cock, the sound he made as he saw it spring out from under the waistband is forever ingrained in my mind. Without a word, he ran his tongue from my nut sack up the underside of my shaft until he reached the head, the entire time returning my gaze. Once he devoured my entire cock, I was lost in the sensations, his warm, wet mouth was providing. Even the chick I was dating, Lailla, wasn’t able to provide this level of euphoria. The perk of being a latch key kid was that my sister was living with her first husband, and my parents didn’t get home from the Air Station until 7 pm.

     Carrot took his time edging me with his mouth and throat, this was the first instance I remember of growling while being serviced sexually. I’m sure my eyes were in the back of my head, watching my primal brian firing at max capacity. He grabbed my hands and placed them on the back of his head before putting his hands on my hairy ass. As I thrust forward and pulled his head into my cock, he would pull against my ass matching my rhythm to get my entire cock as deep into him as it would go. It wasn’t long before he took my first load, and I nearly collapsed from the amount of energy released. He helped me back to the edge of the bed, where he continued to nurse from the head of my cock. 

     He continued giving me blowjobs every tutoring session until it was time to study for the semester final. We switched gears to keep our sessions on track and help bring my overall grade up. During our last session before the final, Carrot gave me an incentive, offering his virgin ginger hole to me if I got an A on the final. The only catch was we wouldn’t know our grade until we returned from Winter break. Those two weeks were the longest I have ever experienced at that point in time. I must have jacked off two or three times every day, picturing how his hole would look stretched around me; I had my wide cock even back then.

Winter break ended, and it was back to normal at school. At the same time, the beginning of every class was spent with everyone talking about their fantastic Christmas vacation. When it came time for Chemistry class, my heart was pounding out of my chest as the final was laid face down on the table. On the other side of this paper was the fate of this faggot’s virgin hole. Would it be broken in by me or remain forever out of reach? I grabbed the corner of the paper and moved it to the center of the table between us before removing my hand, closing my eyes. Carrot got close to me, I could feel his breath on my left ear as he turned over the paper. “Sir, my hole will forever be yours.” I opened my eyes to see 99% circled at the top of the exam, my cock was instantly rock hard. 

     While I was hoping it would be that night during our tutoring session, he had other plans for his claiming. It was the following day during our lunch period when Carrot approached me as I reached the table with my friends. “Sir, it’s time I became yours.” I set my full lunch tray down and walked out of the cafeteria since we were supposed to be having lunch roaming the halls was not acceptable. I knew where we were headed since the outbuilding used to store the uniforms was never used on “A days”, it would be empty and we’d have all the time we needed. 

      The Resource Officer saw these two horny teens trying to sneak around the commons, he looked out of the window on the side of the office in time see me pull Carrot in close and grab his ass. He smiled before turning back to his paperwork, I’m sure this wasn’t the first time he saw horny teens looking for a place to bang one out. We finally made it to the outbuilding, when Carrot pulled the key out of his pocket and slowly unlocked the door. He double-checked and made sure the Commander and Chief were not there. We entered quickly, closing the door quietly and locking it, my heart was racing at the fact we made it outside without running into a single teacher.

     I was overcome with the desire to claim this faggot, and I wasted no time putting him on his knees. My pants were down before he was in place, I placed my hand on the back of his head, and forcefully started face fucking him. A predator was unleashed inside of me this day, I felt it every time he began gagging, I didn’t care how he felt, and the time for slow blowjobs was over. Carrot had unbuttoned his pants, and had his hand in his underwear playing with his dick, I told him this was not a day he was allowed to cum. 

     I was tired of waiting for this day, I pushed him off my cock and down onto the floor. I reached over him giving his ass a loud hard smack, he wiggled his ass and let out a little moan, “I’m done waiting faggot.” I’m not sure where these words came from, but they left my lips without hesitation or second thoughts. I walked behind him and yanked his pants and underwear down below his ass cheeks, this view was spectacular. His tight pink ginger pussy ready to be taken for the first time, thank god his throat slime had coated my cock. I squatted down and lined my cock up with his hole, my inexperience was evident as I didn’t know that I needed to work his hole to help him open up.

     I drove my cock into him balls deep, and in a single thrust, he screamed so loud and began crying. I didn’t move because I was sure someone heard him and would be coming to investigate any minute. Once his crying slowed and was no longer sounding like a murder victim, he caught his breath, and I felt my first fag pussy open up to my cock. Instincts began to kick in, I slowly started fucking him, his crying changed to moans causing me to pick up speed. This wasn’t my first time fucking, my girlfriend and I had been fucking very regular; a matter of fact I took her cherry too. This pussy was different, it stayed tight around my cock the entire fuck. Carrot would occasionally clench his hole, which drove me into a frenzy.

     What seemed like an hour but was more likely minutes passed as I felt myself getting close. I told Carrot I was about to cum, he begged me to cum in him to make his hole mine. It didn’t take another two pumps before I was unloading into my first faggot. Coming down from this experience was not something I wanted to do, but we had to get back to our classes. I withdrew my cock slowly and some of my cum started to drip out, his hole was red, puffy, and unable to close. He stood up to find some tissues when my load started running down his leg, he apologized repeatedly each time calling me Sir. Once he was cleaned up, we went our separate ways to get back to the commons without being suspicious. One thing he didn’t do was lock the outbuilding back up.

     Our tutoring sessions became regular fuck sessions for the rest of the school year. We hung out once a week during the Summer, and as our Senior year approached, we compared schedules to make sure we had the same study hall, which we never attended. Our Senior year was a repeat of the last half of our Junior year; studying, sucking, and fucking just with more sexual aggression. I had a new girlfriend who was also friends with Carrot, she never took offense to the inside jokes between Carrot and me. 

     Graduation Day was solemn as we all know, it means the end of some friendships as we move forward as adults. Carrot and I continued to hang out for the next four weeks before I left for the military, he was at the recruiter station when I boarded the van and drove away to begin the rest of my life. I returned to my home town a few times during the remainder of the year, but he was nowhere to be found. I had heard he moved away and started a new life on the East Coast. Beginning to write this, I inquired in our High School Facebook group, I was informed he passed away years ago from a drug overdose. I will always remember the faggot that gave life to this Alpha.

     Cherish your faggots, my Brothers, our time on this rock is limited, and let our faggots carry forward our legacies.

This is a new thread merging the true stories of straight Alpha Nick and straight Alpha Nikola as they begin a new adventure of full-time faggot Ownership! CLICK HERE for these new stories in chronological order! 

After a full month of living like Kings and cunting faggots, straight Alphas Nick and Nikola seemed to be settling into a nice routine of fag ownership. They would regularly tell me how incredible it was to own Chin, Yul, and Lee and be worshiped by them. 

However, I think the foot worshiping session really triggered something new within them. One day two weeks ago I was discussing some things with Alpha Nick when I asked him if he had done any more thinking about having his faggots lick his ass. This was something that initially disgusted Alpha Nick, but this time he said, “I’m thinking about it.” 

Then it occurred to me that, until now, the two Alphas had only used one faggot at a time. So I asked Alpha Nick if there would ever come a point when there might be a group session with everyone together in the apartment. “We’re thinking about doing that soon,” said Nick immediately. 

“Soon” came a couple of days later, on Sunday January 26, 2020. 

That morning Alphas Nick and Nikola were leaving for soccer practice. As they left, they told the faggots to be cleaned up and ready in jockstraps when they returned. The faggots quivered with excitement.

A few hours later the Kings returned to find their faggots ready. As they walked in, fag Lee immediately dropped to his knees before them. The other two faggots followed suit. The two Alphas pulled out their cocks and the faggots began hungrily worshiping them.

Then the action moved to the couch. The two Kings relaxed on the couch and watched television while their faggots sucked their dicks and licked their balls. The hungry faggots made every attempt to coax loads from their Masters, but Alpha Nick was adamant that he wasn’t going to feed them. “The loads are for your pussies,” he told them sternly.

When they were ready to breed, Nick and Nikola stood up and had the faggots kneel next to each other on the couch. Then they began fucking their faggots multiple times. 

Tricky Yul managed to get two loads. At one point Alpha Nick was fucking Lee, and Yul crawled under Lee to lick Alpha Nick’s shaft and balls. When Alpha Nick reached orgasm, he pulled out and shot the load down Yul’s throat. The little faggot is greedy for cum!

A pretty amazing fulfilment of the Kingdom promised by Alphas Nick and Nikola! 

There has been some talk of adding a fourth faggot into the mix (so that Alpha Nikola can enjoy stereo fag service as well). Given how well these two straight Alphas have handled fag ownership thus far, I honestly don’t think there is any limit to the number they could potentially own aside from the amount of space they have! 

I have a feeling that these two will be owning and using faggots for the rest of their lives! They are hooked!

(Sorry for the delay in the story. Getting information from these guys is difficult, to say the least!) 

This is part of an ongoing series of articles about a real fag slave named Tim who serves a young straight Alpha Master. CLICK HERE to read all of these articles in chronological order!

You were likely spending the evening today enjoying the Super Bowl with friends and family, guzzling a few beers and leering at the jiggling, 50-year-old ass of Jennifer Lopez. You probably had a lot of laughs and thrilled to a fairly decent game.

Slave Tim, however, had a very different experience. This weekend was consumed by work as slave Tim spent Saturday preparing his Master’s house for a big party on Sunday featuring six Alphas and their eight faggots.

When I spoke to slave Tim Saturday, he was busily prepping the house. Master had gone out to a bar that afternoon with his five Alpha friends for some pre-game festivities. The five Alphas had dropped off seven of their faggots (age range 18-45) at the house to assist slave Tim in the cleaning. 

The eight faggots went to work on the house preparations in total silence. Why? Because each of the faggots was wearing a dog shock collar set to go off if any of them made a sound!

I was shocked myself. When I asked more questions, slave Tim told me that each collar has a remote that can activate the collar if a Master feels his faggot is getting out of line or needs to refocus. The collars were set to automatically go off while the Alphas weren’t around to monitor them.

During the Super Bowl, the six Alphas enjoyed the game while being served drinks and snacks. The faggots were also there to service any Master who needed sexual relief or a place to piss. The Masters all have an understanding between them when it comes to their faggots, and the faggots all know that their holes belong to any Alpha who demands something from them.

When I explained to slave Tim that many people continue to ask questions about his life and lifestyle as a real fag slave, he was nonchalant about it. “Yes, lots of people dream (about being a slave),” said slave Tim casually, “but few can truly get to that place.”

Indeed. Even with my many years of Alpha service, I’ve never experienced anything as deep and as all-consuming as the life slave Tim lives. I can’t help but wonder if I would ever be able to accomplish it. 

Maybe not. But I’m grateful to brothers like slave Tim who can. Some Alphas have a need for this level of ownership, and I’m glad there are faggots who can provide it.

This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin and Alpha Matt who is discovering faggot worship for the first time. You can read all parts of this series by CLICKING HERE!

When we last left off on the development of Lee the faggot within the Kingdom of straight Alphas Nick and Nikola, Alpha Nick had just finished penetrating and breeding Lee’s pussy for the first time. The experience of being fucked by Alpha Nick’s massive log left Lee dazed and hungry for more. Considering how nervous and unsure Lee was before his transfer to Toronto, his transformation into a cock-starved faggot at the hands of these two supreme Alphas has been especially incredible.

But simply fucking Lee and breeding him wasn’t going to be enough for Alpha Nick. After all, the other two house faggots under Nick’s roof – Chin and Yul – were both successfully cunted by Nick. Now Nick wanted a third notch on his belt.

That moment came last Saturday. Alpha Nick returned to the apartment after soccer practice and bluntly said to Lee: “Get in the bedroom and get sexy because I need to fuck.” The perennially-horny faggot scampered into the bedroom and assumed the position. 

Then Alpha Nick mounted Lee and began a monumental pounding of Lee’s hole. He fucked Lee mercilessly in multiple positions before blowing a first load into the faggot’s pussy. Then Alpha Nick pulled out and ordered Lee to clean his cock. Lee loves this part of service. He eagerly slurped up all of the juices from Alpha Nick’s cock before Nick then rammed it in again. 

The second round of this hour-plus fuck session was even more savage. Alpha Nick ended the round fucking Lee in a standing missionary position with Lee’s arm wrapped around Nick’s thick neck. Alpha Nick pounded Lee this way until his second ring exploded like fireworks and Lee temporarily passed out from the violent cunting. Alpha Nick cemented the fresh cunting with a massive splash of another hot load of superior jizz.

Said a stunned Lee afterward: “Sam, it was amazing.”

Alpha Nick was justifiably proud of his accomplishment. “This was one of my best cuntings,” said the straight Alpha about what he has done with his faggots. “We are living a dream … three cunted faggots.”

That’s an excellent way to put it – this is the dream to which the soul of every dominant Man aspires. To own people, to be served as a reigning King or worshiped like a diety. To be a GOD to inferiors. 

Alphas Nick and Nikola have realized that dream with startling clarity of vision and purpose. They have achieved something incredibly special with the Kingdom they have made. 

Long may they reign!  

The following is reproduced in part with the permission of my Master @Natural-Hung-Bull of Twitter fame.

Natural-Hung-Bull is a straight Man. He’s spent a lifetime fucking legions of females. He’s a father and husband.

It’s very likely that early in his life he wanted nothing to do with faggots in a sexual way. But in his thirties he discovered the wonders of faggot worship and service, and he became a believer. It didn’t change the intrinsic sexual animal within him, just merely ENHANCED it. New banquets of hedonistic pleasure were laid out before him to satisfy his ravenous appetites.

And believe me, he has feasted. But like any true and thoughtful Alpha, he has taken these experiences into his heart and allowed them to refine the Man within. He has discovered wonderful pearls of truth about the Male Hierarchy, the needs of submissive males and faggots, and his role in all of this.

He shared with me one of his latest “a-ha” moments he gained while using a submissive:

On Friday, I wrote about this. But I can’t post the picture. A younger man approaches me. Early 30s. he’s really close. We make out. Naked. And he just rubs his body against mine. I’m hard he’s hard. Intimately, just standing there. My hands all over his body. His hands all over mine. I could feel my hair on his smooth body. My tongue deep down his throat. He’s moaning. Now focused on my hairy forearms and grinding and I feel the splash has hot cum between us. As we were standing there. He came kissing me. So awesome. It’s making me hard right now, that intimate memory. He was dizzy and shyly giggled and thanked me. Amazing. He’s a good friend of my LA sub Joshua who wrote to me today: “I’m going to have Joshua set you up with a repeat.” Josh sets up fags for me to fuck so he can watch …

For a straight Man, such a moment of involuntary ecstasy is eye-opening indeed. With women, it’s not always obvious how she’s really feeling in the moment. But with a male, it cannot be hidden – the cumshot gives it away.

And the fact that this involuntary ecstasy came from merely kissing him is another level of intimacy entirely.

How can a straight Man take this other than as a blatant endorsement of his sexual power? Discovering this kind of inborn power is revelatory, which is why he called it “amazing.”

Without first opening himself up to the use of faggots and sub males, Natural-Hung-Bull might never have learned these intimate truths about human sexuality and his own power as one of our Kings.

This is a new thread merging the true stories of straight Alpha Nick and straight Alpha Nikola as they begin a new adventure of full-time faggot Ownership! CLICK HERE for these new stories in chronological order!

In the few weeks that Lee the faggot from Hong Kong has been living in the apartment in service to straight Alphas Nick and Nikola, he has been almost exclusively servicing Alpha Nikola. After all, Lee was primarily earmarked to serve as Alpha Nikola’s personal faggot, while Alpha Nick happily enjoyed the service of Chin and Yul, the other faggots in the apartment.

Of course, Alpha Nick was also waiting patiently for Alpha Nikola to cunt his faggot so that he could then take a turn using Lee. In the Kingdom of Nick and Nikola, all faggots are available for use at any time by their Kings.

Today was the day Alpha Nick wanted a piece of Lee’s newly-cunted pussy. Nick walked up to Lee this afternoon and said, “Get in my room faggot, I need to try that pussy out.”  

Lee’s clit began leaking immediately as he ran into Nick’s room and got onto all fours on Nick’s bed. Nick mounted Lee from behind and, in one hard thrust, rammed his large cock balls-deep into Lee’s pussy. Lee’s eyes watered from the violation. 

Then Alpha Nick began rutting Lee. “You have a nice pussy, faggot,” growled Alpha Nick as he pumped Lee. Occasionally he would smack Lee’s ass, especially when he wanted Lee to get on his back for the final assault. With Lee’s legs draped over his broad shoulders, Alpha Nick entered Lee missionary style. Finally, after 30 minutes of pounding, Alpha Nick shot a load deep in Lee’s new cunt. 

As Alpha Nick pulled his spent cock out of Lee, he said, “You’re an amazing fuck, faggot” and also told Lee he was a “good faggot.” Afterward, Alphas Nick and Nikola went out for drinks to celebrate their successful breeding of all three faggots in their personal stable. 

Meanwhile, Lee remained at the apartment, overwhelmed with awe and gratitude. With Alpha Nick’s massive load still fresh inside him, Lee wondered aloud with greedy lust: “Do you think Master Nick will cunt me, too?”

Oh, he most certainly will, brother!  

This is an ongoing series chronicling the experiences of a college Alpha named Nikola, a soccer stud and friend of Alphas Jin, Nick, and Matt (click on any of the names for their stories). For all of these stories in chronological order, CLICK HERE!

When Lee the faggot first arrived at the apartment of straight Alphas Nick and Nikola, he marveled at the total submission of his new fag brothers Chin and Yul. They seemed so devoted and in thrall to their two Alpha Masters. 

When he asked about this, he was told the reason: they had been cunted. This cunting produced in them the submissiveness and peace every faggot needs to be successful in service. Lee was fascinated by this idea. Cunting became Lee’s goal so that he could join his fag brothers in complete servitude. 

That dream came true last night as Alpha Nikola cunted Lee during a marathon rut! 

Last night Alpha Nikola simply said, “I need to fuck, so get ready.” Lee raced off to get clean. Then Alpha Nikola put Lee on his back and entered his pussy. What followed was what Alpha Nikola described as an “uncontrollable” rut. He hammered Lee’s pussy for almost an hour. Lee began having what he described as an orgasm deep in his pussy (probably a popped second ring) and Alpha Nikola watched as Lee’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Then they rolled over, and Lee began to ride his Master’s cock. Lee’s pussy clamped around Alpha Nikola’s cock and milked it greedily until his Master pumped a giant load deep inside Lee, impregnating him. 

When Alpha Nikola pulled out, Lee now had a cunt instead of just a pussy! 

Lee spent the morning today in a happy daze, delirious from the cunting he finally experienced. “Nikola is like a god,” he said. Alpha Nikola agreed, remarking about Lee’s change: “It’s as though he worships me like a god even more.”

This is Nature’s way. Men use their powers to subjugate inferiors and own them. Cunting is Nature’s mechanism for permanently removing masculinity from faggots and forcing them to submit to superior Men.

Alpha Nikola and his cock has cunted his owned faggot Lee. Now, the Kingdom of Nick and Nikola contains three cunted faggots. It is a perfect Hierarchical arrangement! 

THIS IS WHAT ALL MEN DESERVE!

Congratulations and thanks to both Alpha Nikola and Alpha Nick for their incredible example!!   

This is an ongoing series chronicling the experiences of a college Alpha named Nikola, a soccer stud and friend of Alphas Jin, Nick, and Matt (click on any of the names for their stories). For all of these stories in chronological order, CLICK HERE! 

It’s been a crazy journey for Lee the faggot. If you remember, the faggot was originally planning to transfer to college in Toronto when his father discovered Lee is gay and identifies as a faggot. At that point, Lee’s father cut him off from any financial help, putting Lee’s future education at risk. 

That’s when Alpha gods Nick and Nikola determined to rescue the helpless faggot by each paying half of Lee’s tuition and bringing him to Toronto to live with them!

So in his first whirlwind week in Toronto, Lee was introduced to his new Masters, caged, and began fulfilling his fag duties in the house. That meant laundry duties (Lee loves the smell of his Alpha’s dirty laundry), cleaning, and cooking. It also meant Lee would be sucking Alpha Nikola’s straight dick multiple times every day. 

So after a busy week, it was decided that Saturday would be the day when Alpha Nikola would take Lee’s virginity and claim him as his faggot.  

On Friday night, Alpha Nikola declined a blowjob from Lee. He told Lee that he wanted to save up a huge load for Lee’s pussy the following day. This morning Alphas Nick and Nikola went to the gym while their faggots were told to remain at the apartment. Lee began excitedly messaging me about his impending fuck. I could tell that Lee was really excited about taking this huge step under the control of a gorgeous Alpha like Nikola. From the gym, I was also receiving messages from Nikola, who said his cock was already leaking precum in anticipation. I told Nikola that he shouldn’t shower or get cleaned up before fucking Lee given how strongly Lee had imprinted on his scent. Nikola agreed.

When Nikola returned to the apartment, Lee greeted his Master wearing only a jockstrap and tee-shirt. 

“Are you ready?” asked Nikola urgently. And with that, he took Lee into his bedroom while Nick grabbed Yul and brought him into Nick’s room.

Nikola spent about twenty minutes fingering Lee’s tight, freshly-waxed pussy. He did an amazing job with this, which Lee later described as “amazing.” Then, Nikola lubed his cock and slowly pushed into Lee’s hole.

Aside from the initial entry, Lee said he didn’t feel much pain. Nikola fucked Lee with slow, deliberate strokes while muttering “good boy” and “good faggot” to him. This is important, particularly when breaking in a virgin faggot. The verbal mind fuck can be a potent aphrodisiac and pain-killer.

Eventually, Nikola began rutting Lee, finally blowing a massive load in Lee’s broken pussy. Lee said he would feel each squirt inside of him. As Nikola pulled out, he said, “This is my pussy now” and “you’re a good faggot.”

Afterward, Nikola and Nick went out for drinks to celebrate another fag conquest (Alpha Matt was there, too). Lee was ordered to remain in the house – guess what that means? 

From the bar, Alpha Nikola texted me asking if it was okay to fuck Lee three more times today. When I told him that, as Lee’s Owner, he is free to use him as much as he likes, Nikola simply said, “This stuff is mindblowing.”

As for Lee the faggot, this has been an insane week. His life has completely changed forever in the most incredible ways imaginable. In one week Lee has transitioned from shy gay boy with no experience to a caged and bred faggot of a straight Alpha god. All of this has happened because he humbly submitted himself in service to great Alphas like Nikola and Nick!

This is the magic of Hierarchy in action! It is the TRUTH! 

UPDATE: Alpha Nikola returned home from the bar and mounted Lee.

“Get ready,” said Alpha Nikola as he entered the apartment. Lee immediately jumped on the bed. This time Nikola fucked Lee on his back with his legs over his shoulders. He said Lee’s pussy was still nice and tight, and it didn’t take long before he blew another huge load deep in Lee’s guts.

Then Nikola pulled out and Lee immediately sucked Nikola’s Alpha cock clean. Nikola said he’s “never” had a female do anything like that for him.   

“You know, I do love fag pussy,” said Nikola afterward. “I feel fantastic, like the God I am.”

If there is any list of commandments associated with this blog, right near the top would be the following:

“Thou shalt be brave and submit to you Lord and Alpha.”

I have preached this so much that my fingers are numb from banging on my keyboard. It is the single most important quality a faggot must have if they can ever hope to find themselves fulfilling this deep need to serve.

And the list of successful faggots who have followed this commandment continues to grow. My brother @fagmeat4alphas wrote this to me tonight:

I just had the best night ever. Met up with a local Grindr dom who I’ve been messaging for over a week. He knew exactly how to treat a fag like me. He had me strip to clean his kitchen for him. Then blessed me with his very thick cock and Alpha seed down my throat. He is now holding my keys and I will be servicing him on weekends. Finally in my place and I am so fucking happy. Thank you so much for helping fags like me learn our true natures and giving us the courage to seek out the real men who can give us what we need. 

It is honestly a dream come true. I had an amazing time and am so ready for his continued use of me. And even happier he is holding my keys. I can finally be in chastity properly!

The best part was him having me suck him, then stop and go back to cleaning, then suck him some more. I spent over 3 hours making his kitchen sparkle and enjoying his cock. 

Why isn’t this you? There is no reason why it can’t be! Submit and find fulfillment!!

If there is any list of commandments associated with this blog, right near the top would be the following:

“Thou shalt be brave and submit to you Lord and Alpha.”

I have preached this so much that my fingers are numb from banging on my keyboard. It is the single most important quality a faggot must have if they can ever hope to find themselves fulfilling this deep need to serve.

And the list of successful faggots who have followed this commandment continues to grow. My brother @fagmeat4alphas wrote this to me tonight:

I just had the best night ever. Met up with a local Grindr dom who I’ve been messaging for over a week. He knew exactly how to treat a fag like me. He had me strip to clean his kitchen for him. Then blessed me with his very thick cock and Alpha seed down my throat. He is now holding my keys and I will be servicing him on weekends. Finally in my place and I am so fucking happy. Thank you so much for helping fags like me learn our true natures and giving us the courage to seek out the real men who can give us what we need. 

It is honestly a dream come true. I had an amazing time and am so ready for his continued use of me. And even happier he is holding my keys. I can finally be in chastity properly!

The best part was him having me suck him, then stop and go back to cleaning, then suck him some more. I spent over 3 hours making his kitchen sparkle and enjoying his cock. 

Why isn’t this you? There is no reason why it can’t be! Submit and find fulfillment!!

Many Alphas and faggots complain about how hard it is to find their counterpart in today’s world. We are less social these days, and more often rely on digital means to communicate and meet people. Sadly, some unique and effective sites for meeting others (like Craigslist and Tumblr) have fallen prey to fear and PC-induced pressure, leaving a void.

But every so often you try casting your lure in a pond that never has any fish in it, and suddenly pull out a prize-winner. That happened recently to a wonderful faggot brother named Austin.

Austin recently perused Doublelist, long touted by this blog as the only Craigslist alternative worth mentioning (until WRSHIPR gets launched, that is), when he came across this ad:

Even though Austin didn’t exactly fit the profile of the fag this Alpha was seeking, he decided to respond. And the Alpha quickly replied back with a more detailed list of wants:

Doublelist wouldn’t let me post the full text of what I’m looking for, and I’m looking for service with a domestic component. I’m NOT just looking for a blow-and-go.  I’ll copy and paste the full text of what I’m looking for. Please read all of it:

Me:  I am a dominant man. I’m Hairy, muscular, naturally beefy, bearded, and handsome. I’m caucasian with thick legs, a hairy chest, and an uncut cock. I have a solid, masculine body. I have a good job, I’m a home owner, and I have a very healthy intellect. I’m confident. I’m a big cut above the rest of what you will find on Doublelist.

What I’m looking for:  I want service from a domestically inclined guy who is completely focused on me and my needs. Someone very submissive who lives to make me happy. Someone who finds their own happiness in pleasing me. Someone who doesn’t just want to get me off and then leave – someone who wants to submit on many levels, not just sexually.

Example Scenario:  An example scenario that would please me is you coming to my house early in the morning, boiling water and making my morning tea just the way I like it while I get a few extra Zzzs in. Then you bring the tea into my room, set it on the bedside table, and climb beneath the covers to wake me up with a nice, gentle blowjob. After some time on my dick, you lick my balls – also gentle and slow. Worshipful. Then you lick down lower, licking my taint. I’ll lift my legs to give you better access so you can rim me. I really like to get rimmed. It’s important to me that you enjoy rimming because you’ll be doing lots of it. I expect you to be eager to rim me and I want you to rim me enthusiastically and worshipfully. I’ll have my morning tea while you dutifully lick my hole, suck my dick, lick my balls, and pleasure me. The more eager and worshipful you are, the more turned on I will be. I will cum in your mouth and then you’ll climb out from under the covers, turn on the shower for me, and take away my morning tea. As I shower, you’ll wash the dishes, dry them, put them away, and make my bed. You should tidy up anything that looks like it needs tidying around my house. After my shower, you’ll rub lotion onto my body making sure to rub it all in all over my body. While I answer my morning emails, you’ll rub my feet. Rubbing my feet gets me horny. Subservience turns me on. By the time I’ve gotten through my emails, I’ll be ready for you to worship my dick, balls, and ass again. I’ll feed you another load. You’ll moisten a towel so I can clean off my dick balls and ass. I’ll head off to the gym while you head to your own home. That’s one example scenario that characterizes the nature of service I’m looking for. Domestically oriented, very much one-sided, and about my pleasure.

Handsome is preferred. Success is preferred – It turns me on when a successful man submits to me. A healthy body is preferred. Obedience is necessary. I don’t want to know what YOU want to do with me. The easiest way to lose my interest is any sentence that starts with “Can we do _____ ”.  All I want is you ready to pamper me and make me feel good, and to do so with eagerness and worshipfulness. Keep your laundry list of fantasies that involve me to yourself. Good Service is what you can offer me. I love to be treated like a king: rubbed, spoiled, and doted upon. A man who brings me gifts, small or large, is a big turn on. If it’s within your comfort zone, spoil me: bring me food, grocery shop for me, take me to dinner, etc. That is a big turn on but not a requirement, I pretty much have what I need for the most part. It’s just a very sexy way of showing one’s subservience.

I probably will not fuck you. There is a specific “type” of guy that I like to top, and I don’t see it much on here. So, it’s unlikely I fuck you.

If you love the idea of rimming me and blowing me but aren’t into the domestic aspects, we’re not a match.  I can get blowjobs and rimjobs easily. Serving me domestically is a necessary component and, for the right guy, should be its own prize.

I do not have any interest in degrading you or humiliating you. In fact, I’m more interested in seeing a SMILE on your face as you serve me. I’m a nice guy with no sadistic side. Your pain and humiliation give me no pleasure. Your eagerness and submissiveness should be gladly given to me, not forcefully taken by me.

If the relationship is ongoing for a while and the chemistry and service are outstanding, I’m not opposed to a live-in arrangement or even romantic attachments forming. Finding that would please me, but it would also surprise me. I don’t expect to find that level of chemistry on here. But I am open to it and would welcome it.

If you’re interested in servicing me both sexually AND domestically, please confirm that in your response.  Like I said, I’m not interested in blow-and-gos – blowjobs are easy to find. I’m looking for repeat encounters with someone who will be more subservient in more ways than just giving me physical pleasure.

What I need from you next: Pictures, Stats, and an acknowledgment that you’re interested in service that has a domestic component.

Needless to say, Austin was blown away by this response (as was I), and immediately replied. After some nice back-and-forth emails, they agreed to share phone numbers. Then the Alpha texted Austin, and they had an hour-long text conversation, part of which went like this:

Sir: And you like to rim?

Me: Very much, Sir. It is a powerfully intimate and primal way to submit to and serve a man. It marks me with his scent, and lets everyone know I am his. Washing a man’s most private place with my tongue is one of the highest privileges I can imagine.

Sir: Absolutely. I completely agree and it’s one of the reasons I like getting rimmed so much. Many see it as an act of degradation but I don’t think it has to be like that. I think it can be an act of worship that builds up both people involved.

Me: When I rim, it is absolutely worship. Degradation is alien to my experience when I worship, Sir.

Sir: I’m glad you want to wash my ass with your tongue. I don’t like a guy who hesitates when rimming.

He then asked about domestic service, and we agreed taking a gradient approach, in which he teaches me how he wants tasks done, would be best. He signed off saying:

Sir: I’m headed to bed. Looking forward to your service. I can tell you’ll be good. Sleep well.

They now have plans to meet this coming week!

Let me make this perfectly clear: there are plenty of Alphas out there wanting worship and service, and there are even more faggots out there eager to serve!

If you can’t find someone to fulfill your needs, YOU AREN’T TRYING HARD ENOUGH!

My fag brother Austin has landed a big fish, and you’re still sitting on the dock with an empty hook! Get your line in the water and catch a prize-winner, too!

The following was posted to @alphaexploits, the Tumblr page of legendary Sir Titus. This post is for every Alpha who is feeling stressed, and every faggot craving the opportunity to truly make a difference in their Alpha’s life. Read it and meditate upon it!

For the past two weeks or so, I’ve been in a progressive funk. There were some obvious stressors that contributed to this: work stress, online class deadline stress, “knowing I’ll be losing my regular fag soon” stress, “fucking up my knee so my gym workouts haven’t been as solid as I’d like” stress, etc. 

No one is ever perfectly happy all the time. It happens.

My faggot picked up on this and has been giving me the necessary space I need while also being incredibly attentive to making sure everything in the apartment is clean and orderly. Clean home, clean mind. He has also been available for my use sexually every day.
Perhaps this sense of “regularity” has taken some of the luster out of the sex recently. Us Alphas are hunters. We don’t always like things just handed to us. A little challenge here and there makes things more interesting. It’s like the scene in Jurassic Park where they comment about the T-Rex not wanting to be fed because it wants to hunt.

This afternoon, after we got back from the gym, I sat on the couch watching porn as my fag sucked me off and licked my sweaty sack. My fag must have sensed my lack of enthusiasm because after he swallowed my load, he did a check-in with me about things. A good fag handles your sexual needs, but a great fag handles all of your needs. I’m fortunate that I have a fag with whom I can communicate with on a level that maintains our power dynamic, but also affords me the opportunity to be honest with him about what is going on with me internally. When I was done venting, he said to me: 
“Sir, go shower. When you come out, I’m not going to just be “your fag”. I’m going to remind you that’s you’re a fucking king.“

Normally, I would have gotten upset that a faggot was telling me what to do, but he was right, and so I laughed at his assertiveness and constructive criticism.
I went to the bathroom and took a nice long shower, letting the hot water soothe my muscles and wash away the grime of life. I toweled off and walked out naked to find him in the kitchen finishing dinner prep while wearing my favorite jockstrap I like to see him in.

As soon as he saw me, he turned around and dropped to his knees, lowering his head in deference.
“Dinner is almost ready, Sir,” he said to me. “I have a salad for you at the table if you’d like something to eat now.”
I saw that there was only one place setting at the table for me.
“Are you eating with me?” I asked him.
“I eat when you tell me and where you tell me,” he replied, keeping his head down.
I was starting to enjoy this, and told him to finish making dinner while I started on my salad. I warned him that if he fucked up my dinner, I would make him start over again. He nodded in acknowledgement.

I had just finished my salad when he brought me my dinner. He’s still learning how to cook, but had managed to get some pasta in the time I was in the shower and having my appetizer. Simple, but he made the effort.
He set the plate down in front of me and stood by the table, waiting for my next command.
“Go get your food, and bring it here,” I told him.
He followed the orders literally and once again stood by the table, holding his plate.
“You can eat there,” I told him, pointing to the floor with my fork. I felt a sadistic spark in me ignite, knowing that he would do whatever I wanted. It had been dormant for too many days.
“Yes, Sir.” he said, and ate beneath me.

When I was finished with what he brought me, I snapped my fingers and he stood at attention.
“I want more. Did you make me anything for dessert?”
“Not yes, Sir, but I have something in mind and will have it ready for you before you’re done.”

He brought me my second plate and scurried in to the kitchen. I looked down and saw that he still had half his plate left. His food was getting cold. I had two options I could’ve used. I could have told him to make me something after he finished eating. Or, I could say fuck it. I said “fuck it”, and kept eating.
As I finished my dinner, he brought out a bowl of chocolate pudding with a spoonful of peanut butter mixed in it. It’s a simple dessert, especially since I know he just scooped it out of a pudding cup, but he knows I like it. It’s that attention to detail that makes a difference.

I turned my chair to the side as he handed me the bowl and I spread my legs wide.
“Suck me off. That’s your dessert,” I told him.
“Yes, Sir,” he said obediently, and dropped to his knees.
He took my dick in his mouth and began to slowly worship my cock. I pushed him off my dick and slapped him across the face.
“Did I specifically tell you to suck my cock?”
“No, Sir.”
“What did I tell you?”
“To suck you off, Sir.”
“Then fucking do it,” I commanded, shoving his head back down on my dick until I could feel myself in the back of his throat. He resumed his cock sucking as I finished my pudding.

I forgot how good it can feel to really fucking own someone. I wouldn’t say that things had gotten overly intimate, but they had gotten rather casual.
Tonight, fuck casual.
Fuck politeness.
Fuck political correctness.
Fuck faggots.
And fuck holding back. 

I shoved him off my cock, grabbed the empty pudding bowl, and shot my load into it.
“Hands behind your back, faggot.”
He complied. I held the bowl out to his mouth.
“Lick it clean.”
He slurped up my cum and any remaining pudding left in the bowl until it was clean.
“Thank you, Sir,” he said as he sat back on his knees.
“Go do your prep then present yourself for inspection.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He took off for the shower as I stepped over his half-eaten dinner on the way to the living room.

Twenty minutes later, he came in to the living room and leaned over the coffee table in front of the couch I was sitting on, legs spread wide. I sucked on my middle finger before shoving it into his fresh hole. I fingered his hole for a little bit before shoving a second digit in there. He neither complained nor reacted, just like he should. I fingered his faggot ass like a pussy until I had enough of it on my fingers.
“Turn around.”
He turned around and sank to his knees as i shoved my fingers in his mouth to suck on.
“You clean?”
“Yes, Sir,” he mumbled as best as he could with my fingers fucking his throat.
“Now you can worship my cock,” I told him, wiping his saliva on his face.

I watched some Netflix as he sucked my cock and licked my balls and taint. I was hard by the time the episode was over. No foreplay. I wasn’t going to eat his ass. I wasn’t going to massage his hole. I was just gonna fuck.
I bent him over the couch and lined my cock up with his hole. I tried to spit on it but most of it landed on his back. He thanked me for it any way.
I pushed in until I was balls deep. I held it there as he grunted into a pillow, never once saying anything to me. I started to slowly fuck him until I realized that I was going at that pace because I was concerned about his comfort levels.
But tonight was not about him.
It was about me and my needs.
And I needed to fuck him hard.
And so I did.

The more relaxed an Alpha is, the easier it is for us to fall into our rut.
I rutted him for about ten minutes, easily losing myself in the animalistic desires I had not tapped in to for about a week. It was not a gentle rut either. It was a hard pistoning that will make the neighbors call the cops.

I wanted to see how far I could push him, so I pulled out and made him go outside onto the balcony and bend over. The city was completely dark except for the street lights and occasional apartment window. No one was around, and even if they were, they wouldn’t be able to see us on the top floor from the street. The (relatively) cool air felt good on my sweaty body. I shoved my cock back into him and resumed my rut.
Other than the occasional “Thank you, Sir”, he remained quiet, allowing the sound of my hips thwapping against his ass do all the talking. I closed my eyes to both enjoy the moment as well as not let my fear of heights ruin it.

As I continued to fuck him, I leaned over and asked, “What am I?”
“You’re my fucking King, Sir!” he said as he turned around slightly to look at me.
“What are you?”
“I’m a faggot, Sir.”
“Don’t just tell me,” I challenged him, turning his head back around to face the city.
He paused with brief hesitation before announcing loudly, “I’m A Fucking Faggot!”
From somewhere down the street, we heard someone yell back, “Congrats!”
It was unexpected, but the moment outside was done before we got ourselves into any real trouble.

I pulled him back inside and led him to the bedroom, placing him on his back. He grabbed his ankles and presented his ass for me. I mounted him and began rut number 3.

As I fucked him, I saw the look of awe in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in a while. He whimpered and moaned, calling out to me words of worship.
“You’re my king.”
“You’re my muscle god.”
“You’re my ultimate Alpha”
etc.
It was enough to make me cum. Like with dessert, I didn’t hold back when I was close. I bred like I was meant to.
On my terms.
Without any expectations.
I filled his guts with my load and felt the stress and frustration leave my body with each throbbing pulse of my Alpha cock. When I was done, I pulled out and he sucked my cock clean before I showered.

So here I sit, feeling a bliss I hadn’t felt in a while.
Yes, for me, going without that Alpha bliss for 7-10 days is a long time.

The danger of having a live-in faggot when you’re a “developer”-style Alpha is that things can get monotonous easily. It can become routine and mechanical. The purpose of a faggot is to be a cum-dump, true, but what makes them special is that when you develop them enough, they also can be a reminder of your right as an Alpha. When you tune your frequencies, they can be better than therapy.
  
I’m heading to bed feeling recharged and recommend to all Alphas out there that when you’re feeling frustrated, find yourself a faggot who shows you the devotion you deserve, even when life might have momentarily tried to make you forget how fucking awesome you are.

This is a continuation of the extraordinary story of a faggot named Nicky who is serving an incredible handicapped war hero Alpha named Thor. Click here to catch up on all of the posts in this astonishing tale!

After a long break, Nicky the faggot who serves war hero Alpha Thor finally returned to write his first time being fucked by his Master. I’d been bugging the faggot repeatedly for the next chapter of this amazing story. It does not disappoint!

Brother,

I thought I could share with you the first time my alpha really fucked me.

So a few days after my first sexual encounter with Alpha Thor, he texted me and said: Wife gone with the kids for a few days, come over for the weekend. To which I replied: YES SIR! I packed a few things in my bag, put on one of my favorite jockstraps and drove as fast as I could to his house.

When I arrived, I knocked on the door and heard: “come in.” As I entered my Alpha’s beautiful house, I discovered him on his couch, naked in all his glory, leg and prosthesis widely spread, his big cock hanging between his muscled thighs. A sight to behold! “Goddam he’s hot!” I thought to myself.

“Fetch me a beer fag,” he ordered me, “and get out of these pussy ass clothes.” Geez, he was in a dominant mood! I did as he ordered and gave him a cold beer from his fridge, then got on my knees, head looking at the ground.

He took a long sip of his beer, looked at me silently and said: “Turn around and let me see that pussy, bitch. A blow job won’t cut it this time.” At this order, which I quickly executed, I felt my boipussy already twitching, aroused from his words. I heard him take another long gulp of his beer and felt his huge feet starting to rub on my hole…I moaned, already excited like a whore in heat.

He chucked. “You like that, dontcha little bitch?”

“Yes master, I love it,” I moaned. He laughed again and I felt his toe pressing against my hole. I moaned harder. He chugged down the rest of his beer, bent down and started massaging my butt, kneading it like dough and slapping it a few times. “Better than a lot of females,” he whispered, “you’re in for a pounding…” He then proceeded to slowly enter my ass with his thick finger, playing with my hole as I was moaning and squirming under him.

After a few minutes of hard fingering, he spun me around and ordered me to make him hard. I took his heavy member in my mouth, giving my all to make him enjoy it, gagging on his thickness and length. When he felt like it was enough, he pulled out of my mouth, took me in his arms and positioned me on the couch as he took place behind me. I was soooo excited but nervous too cause I never took someone this big in my ass, and he was massive. I felt his head rubbing against my crack and moaned. Alpha Jay chuckled and started to press against my hole, slowly entering me. It was the most pleasurable and painful experience of my life, but it was so good!

He took his time entering me, waiting for my approval to continue, not wanting to hurt me, when I felt his big balls against me, I reached for him and held him in place to let my ass reshape to his huge dick. When I let him go, he chucked and whispered: “Let the fun begin!” 

He started thrusting slow but was quickly gaining speed, thrusting harder and faster, feeling his balls slap against me, as I was moaning loud and screaming. He liked to change his speed of fucking, sometimes slow and careful, others hard and fast, liking to switch positions. He fucked me missionary, on my stomach, and doggy style. I came three times before he came, after an hour of pounding my ass. When he felt close he moaned: “I’m gonna breed you bitch! Gonna give you my babies!” That declaration gave me another orgasm. He roared and I felt his big cock pulsing deep inside me, giving me all of his precious seed.

He stayed in me for a minute or two, thrusting slowly before pulling out and omg I was sooo full of his cum! He spilled out of me like a river yet I continued feeling full of his seed in me.

He smiled, sweaty, handsome. “That’s what I call a good fag fuck!” he chuckled. We repeated fucking all over the house that weekend. When I left, I felt so full of cum, it was like I’ve taken five pounds and I could barely walk. But I regretted nothing and dreamt to see this stud and his fat cock again.

Here you go! Again sorry for my absence!

Love,

Brother Nick

This incredible post was written by Sir Titus, known as @alphaexploits on Tumblr.

The day after I moved into my apartment here, I went around to the neighbors on my floor to introduce myself. I always found that having made this face-to-face introduction makes for better interactions with them if needed in the future (asking them to turn their music down, needing to borrow a cup of sugar, etc.). Cody’s was the last apartment on my rounds. 

“Hi. Just moved in and wanted to introduce myself. I’m in the last apartment at the opposite end.”

I extended my hand but he looked both confused and distracted, eyeing me up and down.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologized, after an awkward moment. “Thought you might have been the food delivery guy I just buzzed in. I’m Cody.” He shook my hand and I could feel how small his hand was in mine. The physical differences between us were noticeably apparent. He was about 6″ shorter than me, younger in his mid-20s, shaved head, and a nervous glimmer in his eyes that tried to hide what I had immediately been able to tell: he was a fag in need.

His small hand was dwarfed in mine and I tried not to crush it. “Well, Cody, it’s good to meet you,” I said, holding his little hand longer than usual as I looked him in the eye. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no food. Haven’t even had time to stock my fridge yet.”

The elevator down the hall dinged and a guy carrying bags with food started walking towards Cody’s apartment. “Well, Sir, if you need any help moving in or with anything, I’m right here if you need,” he said with the verbal acknowledgment of my status in the hierarchy.

“I’m not an Officer; you don’t need to call me ‘Sir’, you know.”

“I know, but you look like someone people would call ‘Sir’, so you never know.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I laughed. “Well, your food’s here. Good to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“I hope so, Sir,” he said, emphasizing my title, as I headed back to my apartment.

Oh yeah, he’s a fag, I thought to myself.

The next morning, I spotted Cody heading in to work as I was walking in. We exchanged some small talk, he asked how I was adjusting to the constant heat, and talked about where I was working. Turned out that our work centers were near each other.

“Do you drink coffee in the morning?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m not much of a morning person, so it’s kinda a necessity. I go all “Hulk Smash!” if I don’t get my caffeine,“ I joked.

“I’ll try not to piss you off then,” he smiled. “I used to wrestle in high school. I was pretty good, but I don’t think I was ever good enough to take down someone as big as you.”

“Did you just call me fat, tiny?” I barked at him.

“No! I meant you’ve got a lot of muscle on you! I didn’t mean…” He looked at me and seeing me crack a smile, realized I was fucking with him. “Jackass.” He laughed.

“Be careful what you call me before I’ve had my coffee,” I reminded him playfully.

Cody bought me my morning coffee before we split to report in to our work centers.

After work, I headed to the gym. Although the gym is air conditioned, when it’s over 100 degrees outside, it doesn’t stop you from sweating your balls off even when you’re just standing around.

“Here, it’s better than the water fountain, trust me,” I head a familiar voice say to me. I turned around and Cody was handing me a fresh bottle of water.
“Thanks, stalker,” I said, greedily gulping down the water. The cold water hit my throat hard and I let out a much needed burp.

“Classy,” Cody joked. “And oh so manly.”

“If you think that’s manly…” I said, pointing a finger up, telling him to wait.

“I don’t get it. What am I…” and at that moment, my silent protein fart hit his nose. “Holy shit! What the fuck died in there?” He laughed through the fumes.

I laughed. “Just my dreams and aspirations.”

Cody laughed and took a deep breath. “Yeah, you’ve got enough protein in your diet, Sir.”

“Never enough, boy. Anyways, I think I’m done here. Gotta get some real food for my fridge. What time you working tomorrow?” I asked.

“I have to go in early for the rest of the week.”

“Ah. I’ve got orientation all week, so same time for me. See you around, kid.”

I didn’t turn around, but I could see in the mirrors that Cody’s eyes followed me as I left the fitness center.

The next morning, I got in to work and found a thermos of coffee at my desk with a Post-It note: “Dr. Banner’s coffee”.

I smiled. “Kid’s got a sense of humor.”

At the end of the day, I left the dirty thermos where I found it and headed out.

I didn’t see Cody again that week, but every morning, a fresh thermos of coffee waited for me. Kid was certainly trying.

The next time I ran into Cody was at the gym the following Wednesday. “Thanks for the coffees, kid. Haven’t had to punch anyone…so far,” I said.

“You’re welcome, Sir. So how’s the move going? Adjusting?”

“Not too bad. Still living out of my suitcases until my stuff gets here. Almost out of clean clothes and not looking forward to doing another run to the laundry room.” The laundry room in our apartment building is on the ground floor and is a pain to lug laundry up and down the elevator. It’s not hard, just a pain in the ass.

“I actually love doing laundry,” Cody said. “If you want, I wouldn’t mind doing yours for you. I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on with the move and everything.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah. Find it relaxing; making order from all that chaos. Sounds weird, I know…”

“I mean, I’m not going to make fun of you if it means I get clean clothes and don’t have to do them myself,” I replied.

Cody laughed. “Plus, I’m off tomorrow and can do them then. I can pick them up from you later if you’re around.”

“Cool, well, I’m almost done here and then I’m heading back to the apartment. I’ll be home all night.”

“I’ll be there, Sir.”

I had barely entered my apartment and had time start refilling my water bottle when I heard the knock on the door.

“Hey, come on in. Didn’t expect you so soon,” I said as I let him in.

“I can come back if you’re busy.”

“Nah, it’s cool. Haven’t had a chance to shower yet though. Mind giving me a few minutes to get out of these so I can add them to the pile?” I asked, tugging at my sweaty gear.

“Not at all, Sir. Mind if I watch some TV?”

“Make yourself at home,” I told him as I headed to the bathroom. I took off my sweaty shirt and poked my head out of the bathroom. “Hey, Cody! Think fast!” I said, and threw it at him. He turned around just in time for it to land right on his face. I laughed and went back to shower.

I came out in just a towel and found Cody watching TV while holding on to my t-shirt like it was some sort of security blanket. His faggotry was confirmed.

“Goddamn, you have a nice body,” he said when he saw me. “You’re fucking huge, Sir!”

“You mean this?” I asked, popping a double bicep pose for him. As I flexed, my towel unintentionally slipped from my waist and got caught on my dick.
“Not what I intended to happen, but oh well,” I laughed. “Not that you would mind.”

“What do you mean, Sir?” He asked, slightly timidly, eyes down, as he tried to keep his gaze from scanning my body.

“We gonna keep playing this game, kid? I know what you are, boy.”

“And…and what’s that, Sir?” He asked timidly.

I moved in front of him on the couch, towel still hanging on my cock, inches from him. “You’re a faggot,” I stated plainly the way you would say that the sky is blue.

“I think there might be a mistake. I don’t know what you think, but I’m not…”

I held up my hand to stop him. “Look, I’m going to give you a choice. You can either take my laundry and go do it and we won’t talk about this again. Or…”

“Or what, Sir?” He asked, his voice slightly shaking. He looked up at me for the first time since I began this confrontation.

“Or you get off my couch, get on your knees, and admit that you’re a faggot. If you do that, if you come clean to me and to yourself, I’ll let you rub my muscles.”

He paused for a moment, got off of the couch, and when I sat down, dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Sir, if I was a faggot, would you still want to be around me?” He asked, afraid that the answer might be “no”.

“Of course,” I said reassuringly. “I’ve known you were a fag from the day I met you. The coffees and attention made it kinda obvious too.” I laughed.

“I was hoping you’d notice, Sir,” he said, “but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it. You never know how people will react.”

“How could I not know?” I laughed. “You practically drool whenever I’m around.”

We both gave a laugh that diffused his nervous tension that had filled the room. I leaned forward, took his chin in my hand, and asked, “So tell me, what are you?”

“I’m a faggot, Sir,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes.

“You want to be my faggot while I’m out here?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, let’s call this your audition. You want to touch my body?”

“Please, Sir.”

I readjusted the towel horizontally, continuing to cover my crotch. “Alright, let’s see what you can do. Anything covered by the towel is off-limits. Everything else is your playground. You’ve got 30 minutes. Go.”

Cody took my right leg in his hands and caressed down until he reached my foot. He pressed in on the arches at the pressure points before taking my toes in his mouth. He sucked on my toes and licked between them while quietly moaning. He switched to my left leg and did the same thing. It felt good to just relax while getting worshiped. His hands slowly moved up to my calves and rubbed them firmly. As I flexed them, he traced the muscle divisions with his fingers.

I looked at the clock. “Fifteen minutes has elapsed, boy.”

Cody knelt up and without looking at me in the eyes, asked, “May I smell your armpits, Sir?”

“You may.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He spent the next fifteen minutes going from one pit to the other, licking my nips and kissing my chest as his mouth moved to the other side. Nose in my pit, he breathed deeply, then gently took my armpit hair in his mouth and sucked on it as he tried to taste any sweat I may have missed cleaning in the shower.

After thirty minutes, his time was up.

“And that’s time,” I announced. “You did a good job, but I need to jack off, fag. Time for you to get the fuck out.”

“Can I help you with that, Sir? Even just to watch?”

“Don’t be greedy. You have to earn it,” I told him.

“Yes, Sir,” he said disappointed but without complaint as he headed to the door.

“Hey, fag…”

“Yes, Sir?” he asked, turning around.

“Good job. Keep it up.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he said, the smile returning to his face.

The minute I heard the door close, I grabbed my cock and stroked it. Didn’t take me long before I was ready to cum. I looked around and saw my sweaty t-shirt that Cody had left on the couch. I grabbed it and shot my load onto it.
After catching my breath, I got up off of the couch and took my cum-stained t-shirt to the laundry basket.

“Shit,” I thought to myself, and grabbed my cell phone. I took a photo of my laundry and sent it to Cody with the message, “Forget something?”

Less than a minute later, there was the familiar knock. I grabbed my laundry basket and took it to the door. I opened the door and handed him the laundry. I stood there naked, cock swinging in the breeze.

“You need something, fag?”

“No, Sir. I’ll have this done for you tomorrow.”

“I know you will,” I said warmly, and closed the door.

Five minutes later, I received a text from Cody. Captioned with, “couldn’t help myself”, it was a selfie of him with my dirty t-shirt in his mouth, sucking on one of my cum stains.

I had to laugh. This assignment might not be so bad after all.

This is the latest entry in a series about a young faggot who met and began servicing a handicapped war hero named Alpha Thor. To read the previous entries in order, CLICK HERE!

So, about a day or two after he came to my house, Alpha Thor texted me to meet him at his gym. Boy was I excited! I dressed for the occasion. Tiny shorts that shows off my bubble butt with a pink jockstrap underneath, and a tight t-shirt showing my twinky shape. 

I got there and as soon as I entered the gym I saw him jogging on a treadmill, wearing shorts showing his prosthesis. I walked up to him and saluted him. I also asked how he felt showing his prosthesis to the people. He shrugged it off and told me you kind of get used to it. Seeing my amazed face at all that «big dick energy » radiating from him, he smirked and approached me slowly, hands on his hips. He stopped an inch or two away from me.

“Ready to workout, fag?” he asked. I shook my head yes, then felt something brushing on my thigh. I looked down… and saw the outline of his magnificent cock, rubbing on my leg. 

I looked up at him. He bent down a little and whispered in my ear: “Be a good boy to me and you might get a taste later.” he said, then walked past me. Still in shock of excitement, and I quickly followed him.

The next two hours were basically a never-ending tease for me. He spotted me while doing squats as I felt his big dick on my lower back and ass all the time. Same for when I benched (no plates though, only the bar, not really strong enough for any weights) and I got to look at his big bulge during the exercises. Seeing him workout was a delight for the eyes too. Seeing all his muscles ripple under his skin, bulging and hard, so sweaty. He enjoyed showing off his body too, often looking in the corner of his eye if I was liking to show, which I obviously did. It was like watching a god being forged. I practically drooled during the two hours.

As we finished, I went to drink and bent over to pick up my water bottle, I felt his big meaty hand cupping my ass. He bent over me, his huge penis rubbing on my butt. “Why don’t you go wait for Daddy in the shower, boy?” hé whispered in my ear.

I straightened my body as he did so and turned around. He looked at me deep in my eyes. “I want you on your knees, naked in a stall, fag. Go,” he commanded.

I got my stuff as fast as I could and ran into the locker room. I undressed and got in a stall as quickly as possible and waited on my knees, hearing other guys showering beside me. I was nervous another man would walk in on me. Soon, I heard the door of the stall open and Alpha Thor entered, wearing only his shorts.

“I don’t want a sound coming from you, am I clear?” he said. I shook my head yes. 

“Good,” he said and dropped his shorts to the floor. I had to restrain a gasp from my lips. His cock was amazing. A little darker than the rest of his body, his cock was big and thick even flaccid, hanging low on a pair of huge balls, as big as lemons. And the smell! He smelled like a real man, the best musk on earth. 

I took a whiff and then got to work. I kissed his balls and all along his cock, then started to lick his dick making him hard. A few minutes of licking and kissing and he was finally hard and omg what a cock! It seemed even more humongous up close, standing high and straight, thicker and longer than before. I put his head in my mouth and started to slowly suck that beast. He tasted better than I could ever imagine, like pure testosterone. I wanted to deepthroat him but couldn’t get the whole shaft in my throat as I gagged. I picked up the speed going faster, wanting, needing his cum. 

But it wasn’t enough for Alpha Thor. He took my head in his hands, gripping my hair, and started fucking my throat while groaning with pleasure. I was gagging and getting throat slime everywhere, but he continued to fuck my mouth pussy during long minutes, slowing down to go faster the next minute. 

As I was getting dizzy from the fucking he pulled back he started jerking off really fast, wanting relief. I massaged his big balls, mouth wide open. He groaned louder and moaned and I finally felt his hot cum on me. Jesus! He cums a lot! I had my mouth full of cum and everywhere on my face. But he tasted wonderful, pure manliness. 

He breathed deeply for a while as I was on the floor dizzy from the fucking and all the cum. He ruffled my hair and laughed. “You’ve been a champ today, fag! You’re going to be a great faggot, I can sense it!” he said, smiling. Then he left, leaving me on the floor of the stall, naked and on the verge of exploding with love and admiration.

There you go! Isn’t he amazing? 

Uh, YES, HE’S AMAZING!!! Thor is a perfect nickname for a Man of such supreme power and confidence!

One aspect I love about this story is the fact that Alpha Thor is basically a straight Alpha, but he intrinsically understands and embraces this dynamic between a Man and a faggot. It is pure and fundamental and primal. It is a dynamic that only Men can understand and appreciate on some unspoken level. 

Thank you Nicky for continuing to share this inspirational service story! And give Alpha Thor something special for us, too! We are grateful that Alpha like him exist in this world!

This is the continuing story of Karl, a faggot who was finally cunted by his Alpha. Click here to read all of the posts in this story in order!

When we last left fag Karl, he had just finished experiencing his first rut, and subsequently, his first cunting. This left him shaken, of course, but hopelessly devoted to his Alpha. There’s just no going back after being cunted!

Not long after this momentous event, Karl’s Alpha introduced Karl to John, a straight Man at the Alpha’s gym. The Alpha and John were friends. From the beginning it was clear that Karl was an object in the eyes of the two Men; they would sometimes talk about Karl as if he wasn’t right there with them. 

Then one day Karl’s Alpha was barbequing. The Alpha had placed kneepads on the kitchen table for Karl, so Karl put them on while getting his Alpha a beer. And while the Alpha was cooking in the back, John arrived. 

“It was not long until I was on my knees sucking off my Sir’s friend. Thinking to myself I am one lucky faggot.”

Karl did such an excellent job sucking John off that John was moved to say that his wife cannot suck dick like Karl did. 

“That’s nothing,” the Alpha said, “you should try his boypussy.”

While relating this story to me, Karl said, “I don’t think that is something he is into yet.” And I said, “He will be eventually … it’s inevitable.”

A little time passed. Karl was getting anxious.

“So you think my Sir’s buddy will fuck me at some point?” asked Karl. 

“Yes I do,” I said confidently.

“He is just so straight,” countered Karl.

“Straight Alphas fuck faggots all the time,” I replied.

“Yes, I think my Sir is trying to show his buddy how this all works.” 

John continued to use Karl’s throat for the occasional blow job while Karl’s Alpha was fucking Karl’s pussy at other times. It was glorious for Karl, who had never enjoyed so much dick at one time. 

Things began to change between the three of them. At one point Karl told me this little anecdote:

At the gym today Sir and his buddy were working out lifting weights while I was on the elliptical. Then Sirs buddy looked at me a grabbed his dick through his shorts. I stared at him and licked my lips.” said Karl excitedly, noting, “That is not something I would have done before I was cunted.”

Then one day Karl’s Alpha shoed up with a package containing three pairs of female panties. Karl tried them on. He felt “sexy” in them. He kept asking me if I thought John was going to fuck him. He seemed worried about something, either the size of John’s cock (enormous) or if it would happen at all.

I kept reassuring Karl, safe in what I understood – that Karl’s Alpha was grooming John to accept fag pussy as part of the benefits of being Alpha.

And sure enough, John’s wife was going out one Saturday night, and Karl’s Alpha invited John over for dinner. “You better douche Saturday,” I told Karl. It was like looking at the sky and knowing a storm is coming.

Then it happened.

“John was over last night. With some encouragement from my Sir John fucked my boy pussy and I got straight dick for my first time.” 

“What did you think?” I asked excitedly. 

“Was totally amazing almost like I was being cunted all over again. He was not very gentle at all and was balls deep in only a few seconds. Straight guys get to work fucking so quickly no messing around. Took him about 20 / 25 mins of fucking till he shot his load, and I hand an anal orgasm as he shot his load.” 

I was thrilled. Then Karl said, “When we came out, John smiled at my Sir and said I was a good girl.” 

And that changed everything.

Karl’s Alpha has largely stopped using Karl now that John has been regularly fucking Karl’s pussy. And Karl couldn’t be happier!

There are so many classic Hierarchical maneuvers in Karl’s developing story. For instance, the way Alphas groom and encourage each other to accept new levels of dominance and power. How there is an unspoken respect between Alphas over the pussies they use.  

And how one faggot can make all the difference! I’m so proud of my brother Karl! 

This is a follow-up to this extraordinary Questions From Readers from two days ago from a faggot who is serving a handicapped ex-military Alpha. Go read it!

I must say that the above-referenced message from an anonymous faggot about his relationship with a one-legged war hero Alpha was one of the most spine-tingling missives I’ve ever received on this blog. My heart was racing with excitement after reading and publishing it.

So you can imagine my excitement when the faggot contacted me to tell me his story in greater detail!! The fag said his name was Nicky. His Alpha is married with four kids, and for this series his pseudonym will be Alpha Thor (this was the idea of the Alpha, and I loved it). 

So here is the first installment:

So my name is Nicky, I’m 26 years old and I’m working as a yoga teacher. I’m quite a small guy, about 5’6, with blond hair and big green eyes. I was new to this town that I just settled down in. 

One of my college friends was staying at the hospital there because of some surgery so I paid her a visit. On my way to her room, not looking where I was going, I bumped in another guy. Man, this was a MAN. I felt immediately so submissive (I know how to recognize alphas at that point; I’ve been serving for 4 years). He was really tall about 6’5 or 6’6, muscled like working out was his life and handsome like an angel. Dark brown hair, rugged face with a shadow of a beard. Everything about him breathed like respect and masculinity but his deep blue eyes were sweet and gentle. 

He stepped back, wincing a little in pain while holding his leg. 

“Are you ok?” I said ( I’m not used to hurting people, I mean my shape is not threatening at all)

“No it’s ok,” he said, “I just came back from a fitting for this and it’s just a little uncomfortable.” He motioned toward his prosthesis. He smiled at me and I already felt so relieved and happy.

“No big deal little guy,” he said, patting my back and continuing on his way. I looked at him walking away and went to see my friend.

On my way out, I bumped into him again. I was feeling so embarrassed.

“Hey! Don’t make a habit out of it!” he said, laughing. I told him I was so sorry and I’d buy him a coffee as an excuse. He accepted and we went into a cafe.

We talked for almost 3 hours. He told me his name was Thor, he was 32 years old, was married and had 4 kids the youngest being 2 months old. He told me he was in the military before and that’s where he lost his leg. He told me that he lost it while trying to save a mother and her three kids in a bombarded area and he sacrificed himself by shielding them from a bomb. He told me he was lucky to only have lost his leg and not his life and was just grateful to be alive. He told me he was just so happy that the family could make it out alive too. 

At that point, I was just madly in love with him. It was the first time in my life I met an alpha male so kind and nice and giving while staying manly and breathing respect and dominance. We exchanged numbers and I went home.

Later that night he texted me that he really liked meeting me and was hoping to see me again soon. I went to sleep so happy to now be in this amazing man’s life. 

Nicky showed tremendous boldness and tenacity in the face of a hulking Alpha presence, didn’t he? And Alpha Thor showed great humor and kindness to the inferior bumping into him constantly! 

The next installment is a real thriller, let me tell you. It’s coming tomorrow. Hold on tight!

– sam the faggot

when did you get into alpha worshipping like at what age? And how did you discover that? Was it bc of some guy or did that revelation come to you on its own

I knew I was gay since elementary school, and I was definitely showing signs of submissiveness early in my teens. It wasn’t until my first Alpha (my straight best friend at the time) took me and enslaved me as his cocksucker that I understood the truth about myself. 

I’ve written and referenced this post numerous times. You can follow this link for the full story:

This is the latest installment in the true story of Rugby Alpha, a formerly straight rugby player who discovered the worship and service of faggots. Click here to view all posts in this fascinating journey!

A Caged Fag

Hey fags it’s been a while. My gf was super horny the past week so I was fucking her moslty. But that didn’t stop me having fun with my fag.

It drove him crazy that my alpha cock was stretching her pussy and not his. He kept sending my pictures on snapchat of his pussy, and him sniffing my old dirty Calvin’s to try and make me come over and fuck him. He’s so desperate, and it makes me so horny.

I decided that after him being so focused on his clit, that I would cage the fag. Many of you fags and other alphas recommended it, so I went over and locked up his cock.

‘What if I get hard sir, it’ll hurt my cock?’

‘You need to fucking learn that that clit of yours is not where you get pleasure from unless I allow it. I want you to get focused on offering up your pussy and cumming from that alone. Your service should make you horny enough’

‘It does sir I promise. Do you want to try it now?’

Hahaha. I actually laughed out loud at this desperate horny fag. He thought he was clever, but I wasn’t gonna give it to him that easy. I was gonna make him horny af and leave him to stew in it.

I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face in my bulge.

‘Sniff it fag. You smell all that sweat from Rugby training you little whore? You want to taste it?’

‘Yes sir please sir let me taste you cock it’s been so long’

‘No’

I flipped him over, slapped his ass and left.

I want this fag as horny as possible, so his clit busts a useless faggot load just from offering up his pussy.

I left him caged up for 3 more days, and sent him videos of my wanking my cock, and letting my alpha seed land in a tissue instead of his mouth, just to make him squirm and realise what he’s missing. He was sending bad pics of his clit leaking through his cage already. It was time.

I told him to come to my house, since my parents are gone for the week. Something about fucking this fag in my room seemed even sexier. The same place I pound me gf’s pussy. It turned me on for some reason.

He’d only ever been in my room once before and my gf had been there. I saw his eyes fart straight to my dirty socks and boxers in a pile on the floor. I swear this fag kicked his lips hahaha. Slut.

I unlocked his clit and told him not to touch it. He got undressed and bent over in front of me while I got my dick hard looking at his cunt.

‘Can I tell you something sir?’

‘What fag’

‘Before I was your faggot I was so horny for you even then. The time I was her with *gf’s name*, I took a pair of your dirty underwear from you bathroom floor and sniffed them and wanked my faggot cock with them when you two were downstairs. It was so hot sir. Your smell does something to me that I can’t explain. It’s drives me crazy for you sir.’

This fag really is a whore, and clearly he always was. He wasn’t my fag when he did this, and to be honest, the fact that even then, he was a horny little slut who just wanted to experience an ounce of a real man made me rock hard.

I bent him over onto the ground and shoved his face into my pile of dirty sock and underwear.

‘Is that was what you wanted faggot? You fucking cum whore’

He replied with a muffeled ‘Yes sir’ I see the smile on his face. His clit was already hard as a rock, and I held his hands behind my back.

I hadn’t tasted his pussy In so long, so I started by eating his tight pussy out. He was whimpering and thanking me the entire time.

Precum was already leaking from his clit and collecting on my floor.

‘Im ready for you cock sir, please dump your cum in me, my pussy has never felt like this I want to feel every piece of you dick’

I slid my cock in and started slowly fucking his tight pussy. I hate to admit it.l, but this fag still has a better pussy than my gf. Fuck.

He was moaning like the whore he is. And that’s when I felt his body shudder, and he let out a moan I’ve never heard him Make. When I looked down, I could see that he had made a creamy white mess on my floor, he had finally made a full pledged faggot pussy orgasm. I was so proud of my little whore.

I couldn’t hold it any longer and dumped my load in his Pussy. It was definitely the biggest one he’s gotten from me. I had barely pulled my cock out and he already had his hand there waiting to collect my cum and he let it ooze out of his tight pussy and put it his mouth so he could swallow it.

He didn’t want to get up, so I let him lie there for a while sniffing my boxers and socks, his cum covered pussy still in the air.

This fag is second to none. And he makes me so fucking horny.

I made him clean up his mess, locked his clit up and slapped his ass.

He left. Definitely the best fuck yet.

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Incredible. Simply incredible.

It’s shocking to me how easily @rugbyalpha4fags​ has shifted into the role of dominant Alpha of both females and faggots. No matter how many times I’ve seen it or experienced it, I’m left stunned. This pairing of Alpha and faggot is so natural and intrinsic to the foundation of Manhood that it cannot be denied. These two extreme ends of the domination spectrum are inexorably drawn together, each fulfilling their purpose through the other.

You can hear Rugby Alpha’s still-shocked tone in his words over the wonders of fag pussy. It’s blowing his mind how awesome it is to own a faggot cumdump that climbs the walls in lust for every last thing about him. 

I love and worship my young Alpha Sir Rugby Alpha. He has been extraordinary to know and appreciate!

-sam the faggot

Coming to grips with one’s pull toward faggotry is one of the great struggles of the process. Being a faggot flies directly in the face of what is expected of male behavior. The sanding down of the ego and the hard edges of masculinity is painful and plagued by self-doubt. 

I’ve often preached about the value of just jumping into it, much like jumping into a body of cold water. That’s how I quickly accepted faggotry; it was essentially forced upon me. But my words don’t always cause action in people, because actions are difficult and require work.

I received a message today from a 34-year-old gay male who has spent his life living largely as expected of a gay male – independent, self-respecting, the captain of his own ship, so to speak. But recently he discovered something about himself – he’s really a faggot. And now everything is different.

Here’s his message:

So I was out in town drinking for the day with a mate. The bar we were in was closing about midnight, so we went to the gay bar around the corner cos it’s open late and is always a fun place. It was packed and it was rocking. So I went to the toilets but all the urinals at the front were in use so went to the ones at the back. I went to pee in one with a gap to the next guy. 

A guy went to the one in between us, and, from the corner of my eye, I could tell he was big. Next thing he is shaking it and stroking his cock, I tried hard not to look but just had to. Him and the guy beside him we’re both hard and stroking. He looked at me and I quickly turned away but I could feel him staring at me. I just wanted to finish peeing and get out of there but I could feel his eyes burning a hole in me and I was starting to blush. His stare just felt intense, I don’t know how to describe it. 

So I had to look at his dick again, and then he just took my elbow and led me into the cubicle. I was on my knees before he even closed the door. He hadn’t even said a word to me. I just took his cock and began to lick and suck it. I’m not the most experienced guy but I was full of lust at this stage. He had my head pinned back against the wall and just kept pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged a few times but I couldn’t believe I was able to do this. I could take all his cock, I just got a warm sense of happiness. Then I got a warm sensation in the back of my throat and he just leaned into me. It was amazing.

He put his cock back in his jeans and asked for my phone. The first thing he said to me. He put his number in and said I better call him. He left and I followed him out of the cubicle, I could just see everyone looking at me. I had forgotten where I was, but I didn’t care. I was happy. I thought I would never do anything like that, but in that moment it just happened, like I wasn’t in control but watching myself do it.

Incredible! 

I wanted to know where his head was at after this experience, and he put it this way:

I didn’t and never thought I would be (a faggot), but I can see how my actions lately have led me to a place where I could be called a faggot. And I am okay with that. I feel I can’t control myself in these situations. Lust just takes over and controls me. And I am 34, so I thought I knew what and where I was in life at this stage. But I appear to have been wrong.

What a startling acceptance of inner truth!

Diving in and experiencing service to a Man without restrictions or preconditions is a freeing moment. Complete surrender leads to that freedom. Once you experience that sense of finding your place, it’s difficult to go back to that imaginary “normal” life again. You become transformed into what you were born to be!

Congratulations to my FAGGOT brother for this huge discovery! 

This is part of a continuing series featuring Sir Tazian, a young-looking, mature and well built Alpha living and dominating in Hong Kong. You can read the previous posts featuring him by clicking here!

It’s been a little while since we’ve heard from the glorious Sir Tazian, the Alpha God of the East. His adventures using faggots in Hong Kong have been eye-opening, and his insights into the Nature of Alphahood and faggotry are unparalleled. 

Inspired by some posts here regarding rimming, he wanted to pass along his experiences with the practice. 

Fag

Whilst there are health issues about shit play, the reality is that faggots are expected to offer a degree of toilet service.  The sensible Alpha will state what he expects – and will respect the limits to which the fag will go. You published my previous post (see: “My Near Perfect Faggot” – click here!) where I referred to a written Protocol to which the fag must agree in writing before I show up.

From experience, younger fags swallow spit and piss.  Older fags love spit, piss, deep rimming, tasting farts (often they’ll beg as they rim) and getting shit on or in.  Perhaps you’re unaware how fulfilled a fag feels when an Alpha pisses on it, then straddles its chest or face and shits.  It lies there in a grinning daze, knowing it’s been owned.

Some fags can’t help it when eating a beautiful muscled ass. I’ve sat on faggots faces as it deep rimmed only to hear it whine that it wanted a “treat”.  That moment when a fag realizes it is being fed by its Alpha and opens its mouth is – according to them – a moment of utter transcendence and servitude.

If you want to upload a pic of my freshly rimmed ass (taken by a grateful fag), ask.

Tazian the Alpha
Hong Kong 

Rimming an Alpha’s ass is like the Holy Grail for faggots. Not only is it special to find an Alpha interested in that, but it’s also one of the most powerful forms of degradation anybody can experience. 

Sir Tazian is very experienced at having faggots worship and lick out his hole. He’s seen the subspace they fall into when feasting upon his perfect muscle ass. He’s felt the extreme rush of power come over him in those moments.

Pure, Superior Alphas like Sir Tazian are very special beings. They are like Haley’s Comet, rare and wondrous. I am so grateful an articulate and intelligent Alpha like Sir Tazian has deigned to even speak with a faggot like me, let alone share his deep thoughts on the nature of the Hierarchy that binds us together!

Thank you Sir Tazian!  

This is part of a continuing series featuring Sir Tazian, a young-looking, mature and well built Alpha living and dominating in Hong Kong. You can read the previous posts featuring him by clicking here!

Sometimes I wonder why Alphas put up with faggots given the number of flaky, game-playing faggots out there. But every so often a faggot will come along and do everything right, restoring the faith of the Alpha who owns it.

Sir Tazian sent me such an experience after his disastrous experience with an older game-playing fag. Here is his letter:

Faggot,

Having written to you about the lousy conduct of the older white submissive, here is a report about my encounters over the past year with a white fag in his late 20s. For clarity, I’ve used subheadings.  Let me know what you think and if you’d like to upload it.

ME: I live in Asia but I’m not Oriental. I’m foreign-born with middle east-type looks.  I’m not the biggest guy on the block. I’m 5’4. 130 pounds black hair brown eyes and a gym built lean muscled body. Sometimes I get taken for a personal trainer which makes me giggle as I’m a white collar professional.  I discovered early on that it isn’t physical size that determines dominance – there’s no shortage of 6’2″ faggot submissives – it’s one’s looks, quiet self-confidence and the ability to assert without being pushy.

MY ONLINE AD AND THE REPLY
A year ago I uploaded my stats in search of a tribute faggot.  The ad set out what I wanted via body worship and oral servicing.  I made it clear I wasn’t an escort and wouldn’t set figures. The faggot would have to propose the tribute and I would decide whether to accept or decline.  Faggots were asked to respond fully and accurately. Face pics were not required.

I got the usual idiot one-liners and ignored them.  But one reply stood out.  The faggot introduced himself by name, gave his full stats, sent a body pic and said his body was average.  He explained what kind of oral and other servicing he was into, that he would gladly tribute, disclosed the area where he lived, gave his phone number and suggested several dates for a hookup.

His three paragraph response was impressive.  I replied immediately to thank him.  Subsequent emails were polite and swiftly answered. Neither one of us said, “no endless emails”.  We had a clear idea of what each of us were looking for.  When he saw my bod pics, he loved them and confirmed that he really did want to meet.

It was at that point I enquired about his proposed tribute. His figure was exactly in the ballpark and I accepted.

PRIOR TO MEETING

It’s my policy to always have a written agreement with a faggot before each encounter.  It sets out when and where we’ll meet, payment of the tribute, the type of action, safe word, no drugs etc.  If a faggot won’t agree to it, deal’s off.

This faggot read it and agreed immediately.

THE FIRST MEETING

I showed up on time outside his building.  Since it was our first encounter, it was written into the agreement that either of us could decline if the stats didn’t match the reality.  He liked what he saw and grinned.  His stats were correct too:  White, about 6’1″ average looking, average bod.  Exactly as he said.  He addressed me as Sir and offered to carry my backpack to his apartment.

THE ACTION

His servicing was awesome.  His tongue and lips were all over me, deep in my armpits, swirling around my nipples, my balls, cock and especially my ass.  He was especially skilled in using food on different parts of my body, getting pissed on while worshiping my feet, begging for my piss all over him, drinking my spit and getting spit on, begging to be kicked around and slapped, trampled on with different footwear, having his head flushed in the toilet.

He would then bathe me, gently dry me off and ask me to come to his bed so that I could hold him while he caressed my body and muscles.  Seeing his eyes repeatedly rolling into his head as he stroked me and inhaled the scent of my body, was magical.

When our first encounter ended a few hours later, his face was flushed and he was grinning from ear to ear. He hugged and kissed me and then knelt to kiss my feet in reverence.  He had cum 3 times that evening.

On returning home, there was an email from him recounting how much he enjoyed the experience and thanking me for treating him exactly as he wanted.  He promised to write in a few days to fix another hookup.

SUBSEQUENT HOOKUPS

True to his word, he did and he’s been seeing me every 3 weeks over the past year.  He knows the routine now: he asks to see me, proposes the dates, offers the same very respectable tribute for each encounter, sets out the humiliation he seeks and/or the servicing he’d like to offer, what he’d like me to wear, what food and drink he will offer.  All that gets included in our Agreement which he happily agrees to before each hookup.

And each time afterwards, he sends a thank you email.

FROM FAGGOT SLAVE TO SERVITUDE

On his own initiative, the faggot proposed that in addition to a tribute, he would like to contribute to some of my expenses.  He appreciated my earlier advice that a good faggot looks after his personal affairs first and that when his financial affairs are in order, he could then offer to contribute to his Master’s.  But at all times, it should be within the faggot’s comfort zone.

I gave him a list of stuff ranging from annual gym membership renewal, to supplements, to clothes I needed to buy to items that needed to be replaced.  There was nothing outrageous in the list and he has full discretion whether to contribute or not.  He picked a few items and added their cost to the tribute.  He’s asked for updated lists.

WHAT I’VE LEARNED AS A MASTER

1  It’s your confidence, your charisma, the way you carry yourself, your looks.  

2  More importantly, your integrity as a Master.  It’s one thing to receive a tribute, contributions, intense servicing and compliments.  It’s another matter to keep your faggot safe – physically, emotionally, mentally and financially.  As a Master, I have no right whatsoever to drag my faggot to a place of deep, dark, despair or self-destruction.  On occasion, I’ve intervened to curb his financial enthusiasm for me and he appreciates that I’m also there to caution him.

3  I’m thrilled when my faggot’s face is flushed with happiness when I leave his apartment.  I always look forward to what his thank you note is going to say.  He seeks to improve himself as a faggot slave.  I seek to improve myself as a Master even though I’ve had previous slaves.

4   I love it when my faggot whispers, “Sir, I don’t know how I got so lucky finding you…”  Truth be told, I don’t know how I got so lucky finding him.

5  We both know and have openly said that we will never be boyfriends.  Neither is looking for that kind of relationship.  But he has told me that he feels an emotional connection because I bring out an authentic part of himself – the faggot slave – which for the longest time, he was unable to fully express.

6  When he was licking my feet the other evening, just before I left his apartment, I told him it was an honour to be his Master.  He beamed, gently laid his head in my crotch and inhaled the scent of me.  There was silence for a few seconds.  Then he said softly, “See you in 2019 Sir…..I give you my word.”

What a wonderful experience! I had a couple of takeaways from this letter:

1. Faggots who are upfront, submissive, and generous with everything including their feelings are the ones who are rewarded. 

2. When done correctly, the Alpha/faggot experience can be exhilarating. It doesn’t need to be weird, fetishy, or violent to be satisfying. The pleasure comes from each person accepting their natural roles in life, and then fulfilling them. It’s really just that simple.

3. When a faggot properly serves an Alpha, the Alpha receives more than just terrific orgasms and worship. He becomes a benevolent god over the faggot, its Owner, and the Alpha develops a warmth and affection for the faggot. I’ve often likened it to the way a Man might love a faithful dog. In this case, Sir Tazian recognizes that he is superior to the faggot, but he appreciates the faggot’s servitude and worship as something valuable. 
I really can’t wait to hear more about how this develops!

The following post was written by @smustangs2020 on Tumblr.

The past year has been the best year of my life. No other period of time even comes close to matching how wonderful this year has been! 

On June 24, 2018, I met @straightalphamike for the first time. I had been following his blogs for a couple of years but was afraid of contacting him. I was only 20 years old and had just finished my second year of college. He was 37 and worshipped by thousands of followers. Even though I knew I wasn’t worthy, I was desperate to serve him and be owned by him. 

It took me almost a year to build up the courage to actually contact Sir. I want to thank @fagsworshipalphas for all of his guidance and support. He has been a mentor and brother to me and I cannot express how much I appreciate him! He listened to me whine like a baby over my fears that Sir wouldn’t accept me and taught me how to behave like a proper fag so that I could finally contact Sir and serve Him properly. Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me! I respect you so much and consider myself so lucky to have you as a friend and brother! 

After I finally contacted Sir, it took a couple of weeks to arrange our first meeting. I wanted everything to be perfect for Sir and I was desperate for Him to breed me and claim me as his own. I was only fucked a couple of times before I met Him and never raw. While I was still a virgin I knew I wanted Sir to be the first man to breed me and I was so excited to have a chance to make that dream come true!

Sir would not breed me unless I agreed not to get fucked by anyone but Him. I enthusiastically agreed since knew I wouldn’t need or want anyone else as long as Sir was fucking me on the regular! 

Over the past 52 weeks, Sir has come to my apartment to use my mouth and pussy at least a couple of times almost every week. Sometimes, he came by as many as 5 times in a week and gave me the best birthday present ever when I turned 21 by spending the night with me. I never felt anything as amazing as falling asleep with my head on his strong furry chest and his arms wrapped around me! 

I’m going to be moving away for a job in a couple of weeks and will be gone until school starts again at the end of August. Since I will be away so long, Sir and I agreed that we can have sex with others while I’m away. Because I want Sir to be properly serviced in my absence, I am putting together instructions for any cocksuckers he uses while I’m away. I’ve probably spent 100 hours sucking on Sir’s dick over the past year, so I know what he likes. Here are my rules for sucking Sir’s cock.

1.  Suck softly. Sir doesn’t like it when you suck too hard. 

2.  Tease Him to make His pleasure last longer. Take some time to focus on the head and give him really intense sensations by licking and kissing all over. Sometimes I rub it around the outside of my lips but you have to do it very softly so it doesn’t actually hurt Him. 

3.  Keep your tongue moving. Your tongue should always be working to make Him feel good. Lick along the shaft while you slide your mouth up and down His cock. Lick around the head. Lick down to his balls and taint. Just keep licking! 

4.  Your mouth should stay as soft as possible. Sir wants a mouth to feel like warm velvet wrapped around his dick. Don’t stiffen your tongue or pucker your lips. They need to be soft and malleable at all times while worshipping Sir’s cock. It should go without saying that Sir should never ever feel your teeth. 

5.  Be super gentle with His balls. Sir likes having His balls licked and stroked very softly. His favorite is when the touch is almost light enough to tickle. I got slapped really hard for sucking too hard on his balls after I was warned not to. I definitely deserved it and learned my lesson! 

6.  Let Him use your mouth. When Sir is ready to cum, he will usually fuck your mouth or pull your head up and down on his dick until he shoots a big load. He likes me to sit with my head against the wall or the side of my bed and hold still while he fucks my mouth however he wants. Sometimes he takes long slow strokes and sometimes he fucks hard and fast. My job is to give him a nice soft tunnel to fuck by pushing my tongue up towards the roof of my mouth and keep my tongue moving on the slow strokes. If I gag, it doesn’t matter. I hold still and let Sir do what he wants. It won’t surprise the true cocksuckers to hear that this is my favorite position also! I get so excited when I’m sucking His dick and He tells me to get in feeding position. 

7.  Be creative. Don’t be afraid to try something new. One time when i knew Sir had plenty of time and wanted a long blowjob, I got a bowl of ice cream and a thermos of hot coffee. I took a bite of ice cream and got my mouth cold then sucked his dick a bit. Then I let hot coffee sit in my mouth to get it really warm and sucked on his dick some more. Cold then hot over and over again. Sir loved it! He’s told me he wanted to do this again a few times since because he likes it so much. I’ve done a lot of other things too. Google blowjob tricks and pick something that looks like it will feel good for Him. I’ve kept him on edge for almost 2 hours before he told me to get in position. His load was so big I almost choked! 

8.  Use your hands sparingly. Most of the time, my hands never touch Sir’s cock. But occasionally, I will stroke Him while teasing His head or licking His balls. Soft teasing strokes are his favorite. 

9.  Ask Him what he’s in the mood for. Sometimes Sir wants a quick blowjob, which is around 10-15 minutes for Him. Sometimes he wants to sit on the couch and watch the game while you gently suck and lick for 2 hours while taking breaks to massage His feet. Sometimes He wants a really intense and long teasing blowjob. Sometimes he wants you to suck His dick for 15 to 20 minutes until it’s throbbing hard and then fuck you. It’s always His choice how He wants to use you. Always ask how you can serve Him best. 

10.  Thank Him. After you swallow His load, tell Him how good it tasted and thank Him for letting you serve. He is the most amazing man I’ve ever met and deserves your respect and gratitude. 

fagsworshipalphas

This is such a gorgeous post! My goodness … I’m nearly in tears.

It has been one of the extraordinary gifts of running this blog to have met an Alpha like @straightalphamike and then share in the joy of seeing him cultivate a Dom/sub relationship with a boy like @smustangs2020! 

When I think back on everything that has happened between these two over the past year, I keep coming back to this one fact: @smustangs2020 was BRAVE.He was a young faggot who had a deep yearning to serve a true Alpha like @straightalphamike. So he prepared himself mentally and emotionally, then took action to make his dream a reality. 

And from the glowing recap above, I’d say the reality has surpassed the dream!

I suppose the turns of life are going to force a few changes in their relationship in the coming months/years, but at least they shared this one glorious year of exploration and personal fulfillment!

And to anyone reading this: An Alpha/fag relationship doesn’t need to be only about sexual service. And it doesn’t need to be a cold and impersonal experience. And you CAN find what you want and need if you put yourself out there and just TRY.

Congratulations to my two friends on this momentous anniversary! Thank you for allowing me to share the experience with you! 

I love you both!

– sam the faggot

@natural-hung-bull on Tumblr is one of the most amazing Alpha Males I’ve ever come to know. A mature straight Bull, he has morphed into an omnisexual Alpha Predator who voraciously consumes faggots as lustily as he does females. The following is his work of art, which I reprint in his honor.

My mood today, this is such a turn on. I’m using my sub Andy toy. Maybe this is how we will start…

Just like this.

Just back from pumping my sub faggot Andy full of cum.

He’s training for a marathon so he’s in great shape. And yoga keeps him limber for me. I arrived and after he undressed me and held my soft dick as I too a long satisfying piss, I layed on my back in the center of his queen sized bed, hands behind my head and closed my eyes. I didn’t have to move for over 30 min while he feasted on his Alpha. Pits, chest, toes, thighs, neck, all cleansed by a grateful fag. Urveing the complete male animal laying almost asleep on his bed. Hands everywhere. My cock and Bull nutts lubed and sucked and stroked and edged and worshipped.

Then hovered his body over mine, locked my fat cock between his lean muscular thighs, close to his groin, and stroked my cock with his body. Only using his legs. I have a ton of experience, but I’ve never experienced that. So good. He said it felt like a tree beach between his legs. I almost came, the way he slowly pumped his body above mine, licking my pits and chest in the process. I almost came multiple times. So slow, the edging torture.

Eventually, I flopped his 170bls body Around and fucked Him senseless like a rag doll until I came. A toe curling everyone in the building must have heard (him) type of orgasm. Actually,I’m kinda quiet when I cum. But the fags I fuck, SOOOO LOUD…

Just like this.

fagsworshipalphas

MY. GOD.

Being owned like andy toy by @Natural-Hung-Bull is EVERY FAGGOT’S WETTEST DREAM.

I can only imagine what it would feel like to have his massive, thick flesh log lodged in my hole and feel it pulse as he floods my fag pussy. To be pregnant with his God Seed – that is the summit of faggot existence.

I love you, Master. 

Always,

sam the faggot  

The screenshot above comes a conversation I’ve been having with a dear fag brother who has been trying to serve a straight Alpha who has a girlfriend.

Notice the transformation.

Once we accept the truth of our place in life, all things become clear. You know who you are, what you are born to do. There are no more questions, no more worries, no more second guessing.

Be what you were born to be!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

The strangest thing happened to me at a starbucks rest room the other day. This beefy white stud came out of no where stared me down and told me to “beat him off”. I had never met him before, maybe i checked him out when we were in line but i didn’t even know he noticed! I of course did give him a hand job and we exchanged numbers. So excited to have his cock down my throat when we next meet! No one had ever made a move on me like this guy before! I mean wow!! I’m so glad he did!!

WOW! That’s AWESOME!!

I fucking love confident Alpha Bulls like that guy. They don’t care if they’re in the middle of church during the Eucharist – if they want service, they’ll march up to whomever they want and they will take it!

Looks like you’ve been claimed by a truly dominant Alpha, my brother! I can’t wait to hear what happens next!

This is part of a series of articles detailing the rise of Rugby Alpha, a 19-year-old straight Alpha discovering the truth about fag worship. You can read the entire story in order by clicking here!

There are few things that electrify faggots more than seeing straight Alphas discover the truth about fag worship and start to use faggots for their own pleasure. Why? Because such a move demonstrates ultimate dominance, a display of supreme confidence that supersedes gender or sexual preference and boils everything down to POWER.

That is why the appearance of Rugby Alpha on this site caused such a stir. In a series of anonymous questions (which you can read by clicking the link above) Rugby Alpha, a young straight Alpha Male, expressed an interest in finding faggots to service his cock. 

For a straight Man, this is a bewildering new world, I’m sure. Where does a straight Man find a faggot to own? How can a Man spot a faggot and then get that faggot to submit? All very good and reasonable questions, and Rugby Alpha was asking them. 

I was certain that Rugby Alpha likely had faggots around him secretly drooling over the idea of worshiping and serving him. But I figured, like most straight Men, he was simply oblivious to these potential servants. So I gave Rugby Alpha some advice on how to spot the faggots around him.

It turns out Rugby Alpha is a fast learner!

Here is his latest report:

Hey man, Rugby Alpha here (thanks for the nickname hahaha). Since we spoke last I downloaded Grindr like you said to try to find myself a fag and I have a couple lined up for the next week. 

But today something crazy happened. My gf and her friend (gay guy) came over to my house. He’s super chill and the three of us hang out all the time. He’s about 5’8” and for a guy is pretty hot ngl. 

Anyway, my gf’s mom came early to pick her up because she had a family event to go to. So it was just the two of us hanging out for a while. He talks about his ass a lot so I assumed he’s not very Dom. I decided to test him and said I was gonna get changed real quick. I pulled down my pants and took my shirt off so I was just in my underwear. I was a lot slower than usual, to try and spot him checking me out. In the mirror, I could see him glancing from his phone to my ass, and when my fresh pants gather my bulge up and show the outline of my cock I literally saw his eyes widen hahah. 

So I took the chance and asked him if he liked it (jokingly at first) and he said yeah and laughed. I told him he could touch it if he wants and he was super shocked. But when I went closer he did. Then his phone rang and his mom was outside. 

Before he left I told him to come back tomorrow and suck it, and he whispered that he’d love to. I think I made a fag’s day lmao. I’m as excited as him. I even slapped his ass on the way out. I think I’m enjoying this too much hahaha 

Isn’t this just AWESOME?? Thank you Sir!

I absolutely love watching young Alphas learn to hunt and conquer! Seeing you discover a whole new level of power inherent in your status as a Supreme Male makes my heart flutter with excitement!

Sir, can you see your throne now? You’ve been working toward this moment your entire life, Sir. This is what you were born to be! A King! A God! 

I can’t wait for more! 

Hierarchy Is Truth!

I have a fag that has feelings for me. I care for it but I don’t have those feelings for it. He gets angry when I have to leave to go see about my girlfriend. I don’t want to let this fag go, but it is getting out of hand.

Sir, I’m so sorry this is happening! I can hear the struggle in your words; this is not an easy thing for you. 

You remind me very much of the second Alpha with whom I fell in love. I was insanely jealous of his girlfriend, this super-curvy diva of a woman who reminded me a little of Serena Williams in terms of “hugeness.” I would fight constantly with this Alpha, there would be tears on my part, and demands for additional attention from him. 

At the time, I felt like he was just using me and didn’t really care at all about me. Looking back, I can see how much he was struggling to keep me under his control while also developing other parts of his life. It pained him. When he finally dismissed me, I was crushed beyond words. But he was hurt as well. Even in Alpha/fag relationships, there are real emotions at play.

Sorry to fly into personal territory, Sir, but I wanted to set up my answer to you. Sir, it’s time for you to have the starkest, most frank discussion you’ve ever had with this faggot. You need to lay it out in no uncertain terms: 

• You appreciate owning the faggot.
• You want to keep this faggot as part of your life.
• However, you will never love the faggot the way you love a female.
• If the faggot cannot handle that, then it’s time to end things.
• If the faggot continues to create problems, it will be dismissed.

If you’d like, you can send the faggot to this post (click here for the permalink) so that it can read both your words and my advice. 

I hope this faggot can develop control over its emotions and remain in your service, Sir. Even after many years, I still feel a hollow spot in my heart yearning to serve that particular Alpha again. He was a very good Man, and I drove him away with my immaturity and selfishness.

I hope your faggot doesn’t make the same tragic mistake.

Thank you for writing, Sir. I wish you well!

This is a continuation of a quickly developing story about a college faggot named Ryan who has become enslaved by an Alpha wrestler named John. You can catch up on these posts by clicking here!

After fag Ryan’s stunning success in seducing Alpha John into fucking his throat, the service calls came fast and furious. A few days later, this happened: 

Ryan: Fuck fuck fuck I just woke up and he told me to come over now aw crap

Ryan: God! He made me come over to suck off his morning wood! Not suck off, Worship, and I loved it

Me: YAY!!!!! I’m sooooo happy!! What was he like?

Ryan: Honestly he was kinda quiet, he texted me that his door was open and he wanted me to work on his cock. I saw him laying naked in bed jerking off to porn, and he said “Good you’re here, get started” after that, it was just sex noises from him. Mostly he watched some porn while kinda thrusting into my mouth, but then he gripped my hair and made me go deeper and faster! When he came, he sort of forced my face into his crotch and thrusted, pumping such a tasty load down my throat and mouth~ I feel like I swallowed and tasted him for a whole minute before he started to get soft. Then he let me go and said to leave before his room mate notices me, so I walked back to my room and took a shower.  

It seemed that Alpha John was also stepping up his dominance of fag Ryan in their everyday life:

Ryan: Even when we’re eating lunch in the cafeteria, he sits next to me and kinda pushes me around and jokes with others about me and I just feel so turned on by him! Sorry TMI

Me: What does he joke about?

Ryan: Like how I’m kind of a wimp and how much stronger and manlier he is sitting next to me. Hell he even joked about how he’s probably bigger than everyone at the table ‘down there’  and he was willing to show it, he even looked at me and said “You’d like that Fag, wouldn’t you?” 

Me: Oh wow.That’s a huge power play

Ryan: Right! Like everyone kinda just laughed and knew he was joking, but I swear I’ve never wanted to be fucked more in my life

Me: I bet! He knows what effect those words have on you.

Ryan: Seems like it, I kinda hope he talks to me like that when I worship him soon. 

Then Alpha John took another unexpected step – chores!

Ryan: Slight update, he’s started giving me some chores, like sweep the kitchen and, my favorite, do his laundry! GOD, not to be thirsty, but it took a Lot for me not to smell his sweaty clothes in public 

Me: Lol Why didn’t you?

Ryan: I mean the smell was strong enough that just putting them in the washing machine turned me on … But also there were other people in the laundry room and I didn’t want to weird them out. Sure it’s kinky and I wanted to do it, but they didn’t consent to it so it would’ve been wrong

Me: Good boy

Ryan: Aw thank you. When I dropped them off he did throw his work out clothes he just used into his bin when I emptied it, sooo I may have grabbed his briefs and smelled them before I left

Even with these incredible advances, it was clear that fag Ryan desperately wanted to be fucked by this powerful young Alpha. 

Ryan: I don’t think he wants to do much more yet, might be he wanted to keep it discreet? At least the servicing

Me: Definitely he wants to keep it discreet, although he’s already shown a predilection for putting you on the spot in public.

Ryan: Very true, maybe I could try and invite him to my room instead and offer myself?

Me: Offer yourself for what?

Ryan: For him to use and drain his manly, alpha cum in my ass?

Me: So you are not content with simply blowing him?

Ryan: I mean, I am sort of? I love doing it more than anything sexual I’ve done before it, but I wonder if he wants more 

In our ongoing conversations, fag Ryan was testing me to see if he could come up with a way to introduce the idea of fucking to Alpha John. Then he hit on a masterful idea:

Ryan: Good idea! Tho, maybe it’s a bad idea, but I was thinking of heading to this sex shop downtown? Dumber idea, I go there and take a photo of myself in front of some plugs and send it to him asking “What size?” 

Well, the clever faggot did exactly that! Last Tuesday fag Ryan went to the local sex shop to find a butt plug. Then he took some pics of himself holding the plugs, and sent those pics to Alpha John. And you know what? IT WORKED!

Ryan: I sent the pic, he said like “as thick as you want,” and then “be here in an hour, I got the toy” and met him in his room, he asked if I wanted to be fucked, I said yes, and after he made me clean myself he fucked me Hard, for like an hour, then he lubed he plug and put it in my ass

Me: OH MY GOODNESS!! CONGRATULATIONS!I know you were wanting that badly! Did he breed you?

Ryan: Ohh yea, he got so deep and pumped every drop inside, it felt so amazing!  

It didn’t stop there, of course. Alphas never stop! Two days later, Alpha John fucked his fag again!

Ryan: Yea, he actually used my ass this morning, kept grunting out about how tight my Pussy was.

So there you go! This faggot created this entire incredible service opportunity out of thin air, all with a little bit of cleverness and a lot of courage! Now the fag has an Owner and a sense of purpose in his life. 

I love you, my brother! I am SO PROUD OF YOU!

I met a hung dad who is not my type at all. There is definitely a fatherly component to it. I am what you would call a twink. I met him at a picnic and we talked about biking. He said he had a motorcycle and asked if I wanted to see it. So I went to his house, everything is very polite, offered me iced tea, etc. Then he said he thought I would be better suited to undress and get on my knees. Lol. It was awkward but I did it. Soon Im sucking his cock and he is tapping my face with it. Just crazy

ALPHA! Woooo boyyyyy … it’s breathtaking when Alphas use their confidence to simply lay their cards on the table in a way that other Men never would. 

Even more significantly, your experience once again illustrates the peculiar power Alphas have to sniff out faggots and claim them. How do Alphas know this even before the faggot knows this about itself? It’s truly like magic.

I’m glad this Daddy Alpha took control of you and gave you an experience you are unlikely to forget anytime soon! Hopefully it has awakened within you a renewed purpose in your life!

Last August I was contacted by an early-thirties faggot named Neil. He had just read my article “Finding An Alpha To Serve” (click here), and he was looking for tips on how to approach Alphas at the gym. I told him to approach an Alpha and offer to help him out in his routine (like spotting, etc.), and then eventually offer additional things as you get to know him. 

So fag Neil almost immediately focused on a young Alpha we shall call “Dante.” (later he found out the Alpha is 20 years old) and offered to put his weights away for him. He even used the word “Sir.” This is a picture of Alpha Dante from his social media:

The whole time Alpha Dante barely acknowledged fag Neil’s slavish devotion. Fag Neil seemed unsteady, thinking that this Alpha might not come around. I tried to reassure him to keep up with the long-play on this Alpha. 

Then things suddenly took a critical turn thanks to one huge element – fag Neil showed some courage! Continued after the jump!

I love stories about self-discovery, those wild, confused moments when an Alpha or a faggot figures out what role they were truly meant to play within the Hierarchy. Since starting this blog, I have been privileged to accompany many such ones down that road to acceptance or helped them embrace their place in the grand scheme of things.

The latest one is a 27 year old (formerly) straight male I’m naming “Brian” for the sake of discretion. As a straight male, Brian was fairly prolific with the ladies, having fucked 13 girls in his young adult life. But when his last girlfriend left him for another Man, Brian began to think about how he was truly inferior to other Men. 

So he made the choice to get on Grindr as an experiment. There he met a bisexual Alpha, and that eventually led to Brian sucking dick for the first time. He liked it, but he was having trouble getting the Alpha to return for repeat service because the Alpha was always out fucking girls (you know how Alphas are). 

But really, Brian wanted to be fucked by this Alpha. He wanted to know if this was the truth  about his existence. 

Well, the Alpha finally fucked Brian a week ago. After spending time processing the encounter, he wanted to share it with me. Here’s his account:

You can hear the wonder in his words, can’t you? That dazed sense of confusion mixed with a peculiar comfort? 

I thought Brian’s lack of erection was a telling detail. Brian sounds surprised that he didn’t get an erection, but true faggots know that the lack of an erection while getting fucked indicates a special kind of subspace. Brian might’ve been born for this stuff.

Now that his hole is feeling better, it sounds like Brian is gearing up for more. He’s got that itch faggots know only a Man’s cock can scratch. 

I’m very proud of Brian for his bravery and his curiosity! I’m grateful that he shared this profound moment with me! 

What was the best fuck of your life?

I’ve often talked about this one fuck I had with this black Alpha named Chris that ended with one of the most furious Ruts I’ve ever experienced. However, I think I’m going to change my answer. There was this Alpha I picked up at a bar one late night who probably gave me the best single fuck of my life. I probably need to write this up as a full post, however. I will just say that this Alpha was probably the most physically beautiful Man I’ve ever serviced – he was mixed, model-pretty, perfect ass. We were both drunk, but I was REALLY drunk, so the first part of the encounter is lost to time. But I cannot forget when he dragged me out to the deck of my condo at three in the morning and pounded the fuck out of me ON CAMERA. 

Eh, I’m going to write this one up.

A young fag brother named @blkrugger wrote this interesting encounter he had that taught him some valuable truths about himself. I love these kinds of origin stories!  

You encouraged me to write down my first realization of being a fag. I think I’ve known I’m gay since I was in first grade, but realizing I am a fag seeking alphas didn’t come till years later. I remember being in school and hanging out with these two total goofballs Louie and Sean who were always trying to get me to smoke weed with them as well as get drunk. One night after drinking with a mutual friend, his sister and old man we walked home feeling no pain. We got to Sean’s and dropped him and went to Louie’s where he’d drop me and I’d walk the three blocks home. 

Well I ended up going in and being talked into smoking a joint. At this moment his dad walked down wearing nothing but a pair of bikini briefs and I know I stared a little too long. From then on I went over hoping to catch a look again. His dad was slim and wiry looked like a bartender at a biker bar, very masculine but quiet and didn’t give a shit. One night I stopped over to smoke with Louie and the gang when I knocked his dad answered and said he wasn’t home he had a date but come in and he’d roll one for me. Well we say back and smoked for a minute but I was nervous and couldn’t stop coughing. He just laughed and said maybe he should strip down to his underwear maybe then I wouldn’t cough so much. I think my heart stopped and my eyes were as big as plates. He told me that he noticed me staring and wanted to know if I was a faggot that got off swinging on a real man’s dick? I was shaking so bad I meant to say no but I said nothing. 

He stood up and unbuttoned his pants and asked me if I wanted it. I just got on my knees and nodded. He used my mouth that night to masturbate 3 times, making me swallow each time then called me his little black bitch and kicked me out. I started walking home thinking about what happened and it came to me that I loved being used like that and wanted to suck more dick.

A few weeks later we had a repeat session only he was a lot more verbal and demanding this time. It got to where he was fucking my mouth a few times a week and it worked out fine but he apparently got drunk and mouthy and told a dude at his favorite bar about his cocksucker. So one night he called this guy over when I stopped by. He told me he had a surprise for me and opened the door for the other guy. I was surprised to say the least. The other guy was a bit chunky and balding but not bad. I was told that my place was on my knees with a dick in my mouth, so I did what I was told and started sucking. After awhile of switching back and forth I was asked why I had clothes on, and that bitches didn’t deserve clothes. I was told to strip naked and get back to sucking. 

Fifteen minutes later Louie’s dad got up and left the room got something and came back. He said he needed to stroke, I didn’t understand but the other guy did and said him too. He got behind me and I felt him stick a finger in my ass. He told me lean forward on my hands and keep sucking. I’d been fucked before, but never been used like that for a real man to get off in. I was fucked six ways to Sunday that night; I took two loads each both orally and anally. That was the only time he shared me but not the only time he used my ass to masturbate in. I understood that night what my purpose was, to service real men allow them to use my holes to work off stress or frustration to leave them in a better place than when they arrived.

It’s amazing how Alphas JUST KNOW, isn’t it? They see through all of our subtleties and excuses, and take what they want. 

I loved how @blkrugger equated himself with a device that Men use to masturbate. This is a pretty accurate description of how Alphas (particularly straight Alphas) view faggots. The realization and acceptance of that fact is freeing.

Thank you for sharing, little brother!

I have always counseled Alphas to have the mindset that everything in the world is theirs, and they only have to boldly take whatever they want. Demand pussy, and women surrender it. Demand a cushy job, and one is offered. Demand a favor, and people stumble all over themselves to make it happen.

This is especially true with faggots. As a faggot myself, I know what it’s like to have an Alpha in need commanding me. We crumble in their presence. We are defenseless, their words like a sweet, mind-controlling poison.

I say this because I have recently had the privilege of communicating with an Alpha who has, over the course of a few months, has gone from considering the use of faggots to owning eight faggots, while also using others he captures and conquers in the wild. Right before my eyes, he has transformed into a Supreme Alpha Predator. He has discovered that these pleasures are things he’s entitled to take and use, and that understanding has totally transformed his life.

Last night he told me about an experience he had yesterday. Here’s what he wrote:

Watched avengers endgame last night and what do you know a twink fag was sitting right beside me. I looked at him and he got nervous; I knew he wanted it.

I leaned in and just said one word to him: toilet. I got out of my seat and proceeded to the toilets and he was following only a couple of steps behind. The toilets were empty because everyone was watching the movie so I grabbed him by the neck and pushed him in the toilet cubicle.

He wanted to go straight to sucking on my dick, but I stopped him and told him to strip first. I really enjoy watching fags strip in public and seeing their ass with hungry pussy while they gag on my cock. He was a great cock sucker and his ass looked so inviting I leaned forward and started to finger his pussy and in the process pushing my cock even further down his throat. It felt so fucking good!

Unfortunately I had to go back so I got hold of his hair pumped a couple more times in him and unloaded deep in fag’s mouth. Left him there naked on the floor gasping for air. I returned to my seat and enjoyed the movie.

That’s exactly the kind of thing Alphas are entitled to everywhere they go. At such a level of Superiority, they are able to make such bold moves without fear and full of confidence

These Predator Alphas exist in the rarified air at the top of the Hierarchy. We are mere sheep in their world, hoping that today will be the day we are chosen for the slaughter.

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

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Faggot you remind me of a fag I used to use way back. Sassy but obedient, opinionated but amicable, I loved fucking that fag with each fuck you can see his pride decimating. He eventually fell on hard times and moved out of state for a job. Lost contact with the bitch but you sure remind me of him.

Can there be any higher praise for a fag than this??

THANK YOU SIR for such an amazing compliment! Sadly, I am not that faggot, but you make me wish I was! It sounds like that fag served you very well despite its (our) personality flaws LOL. I do hope you have found other faggots to serve you since then Sir! 

Thank you again for this marvelous comment! You made my little fag heart burn a little brighter, Sir!

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. 

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

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

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

Hey Sam!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thoughts:

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

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

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

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

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

I totally subscribe to the scientific theory regarding the power of pheromones. These secret scents emitted by humans and animals are subconsciously influencing surrounding creatures, positively or negatively. If you have read any of the odes to Alpha Masculinity posted by Lord @Natural-Hung-Bull, you’ll know the sudden storms than can arise within a Man at the subtle detection of a certain scent. 

I say this because I received another email from a burgeoning Alpha living in Peru that I will call Alpha Saul. Last time I heard from him, he described how he was coming to grips with possibly being an Alpha while also learning to navigate a gay relationship and his own body issues. Alphahood is a process of discovery for some Men. 

Here he wanted to give me a recent anecdote to examine for him. Here is what he wrote:

The purpose of this email is to tell you something that happened last Saturday, and well… I want to read your thoughts on it. Last week, one of my boyfriend’s best friends stopped by our place because he was going to be in the city for one night only and needed somewhere to spend the night and sleep. This Man (yes, capital M) is one of the very few gentlemen I do respect a lot as a Man and as a Gentleman, and besides that, he’s absolutely straight, and I’ll never dare to touch him or to attempt to do anything. He is in fact, the kind of Man I’d love to be if I were 100% Straight. Let’s say he is a kind of role model for me, despite he’s actually younger than me.

Anyway, we took him to have some beers with a group (my boyfriend, some of his coworkers, me, and him). We got home, and the three of us had to share the same bed … nothing wrong with that. We both were like any other straight dudes… I ended up in my underwear only, my boyfriend and him as well… 

But then this man took his shirt off. He’s not muscular or anything, and certainly I didn’t see him in a sexual way at all, and I’ve seen him shirtless other times, but he raised his arms and I saw a pair of perfectly hairy, beer-sweated, armpits. I’m HEAVILY into Male armpits. And I mean HEAVILY… Even my own turn me on and make me ultra hard if I’m really sweaty. I saw his armpits for a couple seconds and didn’t give much of an importance, but I smelled his scent, and despite it was kinda normal for me, it’s like it got tattooed on my subconscious mind. He left the next day, and everything was fine. 

But that afternoon/evening, don’t know why, I remembered his armpits and got horny because I transformed this into “I wanna eat my boyfriend’s ass as soon as I get home”. I couldn’t focus at work, I was counting the seconds to get home… On the road back it was an odd mix of his armpits and my boyfriend’s ass, and when I got home… My boyfriend was sleeping naked (as we usually do), I tenderly kissed his ass and his back, and when slid the tip of my tongue on his crack… And felt he was freshly out of the shower… Something exploded in my mind… I started licking every part of his body, kissing him with all of my forces, rimming him so hard he almost came. 

I didn’t say A SINGLE WORD while doing all of this. I was just grunting, huffing, puffing… I felt like a complete animal. I ACTUALLY felt I was an animal and not a human being. I couldn’t even think. It was like if my most primitive caveman side got activated. I even felt like howling, roaring… Not sure if I did it or not. 

All I remember was, that there was a moment I realized my boyfriend had an orgasm without touching himself, and I thought in my broken thoughts “fuck until me cum sex fuck breed fuck” and I fucked him like I had NEVER, EVER fucked him before. But… Sometimes, flashes of this guy’s armpits came to my mind, and when I came… It felt like a total river (in fact, my boyfriend asked me later “did you piss in me? Because if not you came a lot”). I’m pretty sure it wasn’t piss.

After I came, it’s like my brain returned to normal, and felt I like a person again. Something like “What the fuck happened!?” I forgot about the other dude’s armpits, and after that, I think about him “Nah. He’s family. He’s a true Man, and off limits”. Just the same I’ve always thought of him, and I’ve lived my life just as usual… But my boyfriend got delighted. He told me I tore his ass, and even called me “my lovely ass breaker” hehehehehehe.

I thought I caught this Man’s pheromones and, despite no sexual thoughts on him, and despite I’d never touch him, he activated my primitive, caveman side, and well, what do animals do? BREED. This pheromone thing may be true… Not sure, but, what I can say is… I’m glad and proud of my armpits, man smells, and of the fact that we’re all animals deep down.  

Indeed. We are definitely all animals deep down.

Males are special creatures. They are triggered by the senses in ways more carnal and immediate than females. Men are the stuff of the Earth, basic and primitive in the most powerful ways imaginable.

Alpha Saul was overcome with sexual aggression and desire at the sight and smell of another Alpha’s armpits. Men who are “in heat” give off these kinds of pheromones, and they can trigger aggression in surrounding male animals as well. 

The violent breeding of his boyfriend was a stake on his claim, a stamp of ownership inspired by the Alpha pheromones of this “rival” Alpha. Men have a need to touch base with this primal aspect of their sexuality. Pheromones are one of the most elemental aspects of this animal instinct. 

I love hearing stories about Alpha Males expressing their power upon others and the world. Alphas are under constant pressure to conform to the expectations of society. But no law of restrictive societies are as powerful as a scent on the wind.

I really have gone through some form of hell to operate this blog. The constant hate messages and emails filled with threats have been occasionally overwhelming. Also, Tumblr’s repeated attempts to censor and destroy free expression has caused me many sleepless nights over fear of losing everything I created here. And I never mentioned this (I was instructed to keep it quiet), but someone attacked and tried to dismantle my website a couple of weeks ago, costing me $700 in order to professionally clean and secure my server. 

So why do I keep it going? I do it for you guys. And, more specifically, the reactions I receive from readers who read what I’ve written and have that wonderful “a-ha!” moment when all of the pieces snap into place. 

Messages like this, sent to my Twitter:

Hello fellow faggot! I read some of your blog and found out I am a faggot!

I love to service men and I worship cock! My Husband is an Alpha and I’m his faggot Bitch. I explained it to him and he said “Wow yes you are!” I feel so much better.

Finally searching for so long to find an identity … my identity has always been there and in a way it found me. Or i just came to an understanding of what my role in life is. Thank you so much! If you were an alpha male and you used me now i would understand.

Thank you so very much! Sir brother Fag

 I’m number #4 

Never knew why until i read your Blog. Thank you Brother!  

I remember the first time I was introduced to the actual concept of faggotry. By then, I had been serving as a faggot just like my fag brother above. But when it was expressed plainly to me, suddenly the facts of my life snapped magnetically into place. Everything became obvious and clear. 

That is true liberation. Everybody struggles with some aspect of their life. Many times, there are no answers to those issues. But when those issues can be unlocked, explained, and applied … the effect is similar to that final, head-clearing blow of the nose at the end of a bad cold. The person can finally breathe, sometimes for the very first time in their life. It’s rejuvenating.

That’s why I keep going with this blog, which has now begun to mushroom across various platforms across the internet. I want to heal faggots with knowledge just as much as I want to inspire Alphas with the truth of their existence in our world. The Hierarchy is of vital importance to human society, and I view myself as one of its custodians. 

So I keep lighting the lamps and provide the electricity powering the spotlight at the top of this lighthouse. I want to keep a beacon beaming out truth against the darkness, and help lead the lost home.  

Over the years I have heard from many older faggots who feel useless and depressed in their later years. For faggots, service is the way we feel fulfilled in our lives. Service is our purpose. Without it, we can easily fall into depression and feel lost in our own lives.

That’s why I really loved a recent series of letters I received from a faggot named bob. He is 61 years old, and he has spent his entire adult life serving Men. But, like most faggots at his age, service opportunities eventually became harder to find. 

But rather than wallow in sadness, fag bob took action. Eventually, he met a straight, married, 62 year old Alpha online. I’ll let fag bob take it from here:

“I have been playing with other boy’s pp’s for as long as i can remember. my new Master is a wonderful man. He’s married and a former Marine. I met him on Squirt.org. We chatted a few times and he invited me to his house when his wife was away.

He made me strip as soon as i walked in the door. He had some computer work to do so he put me under his desk and told me to suck his cock and balls while he worked. About 10 minutes in he said he had to piss. He grabbed my head, pushed it down on his cock and started pissing. He told me to swallow it all and not spill a drop. i tried my very best but he was pissing so fast that some came out my nose. He thought that was funny and i have to admit it was.

After he was finished working he made me crawl to the living room where he had me suck and tongue fuck his ass for a good 20 minutes. Then he was soooooo horny that he had me put a condom on his cock then bent me over the couch and with just spit for lube rammed his cock in my boi cunt balls deep. Then he fucked me hard and deep for about 5 minutes and came so hard in inside me. That was the only time he has used a condom. Now he fucks me raw and i LOVE it. And he makes me suck his cock clean after and pisses in my mouth before i leave. Anyway he made me take the condom off and put it all in my mouth and suck his cum out of it and swallow it. Then made me clean his cock. He then kissed me on the forehead and told me to get dressed and leave. Oh and he calls me nasty names and that really helps. i need that. We have been together many times since. All great stories. He now shares me with others and i am in faggot heaven.”

This experience really isolates a common element in stories of faggot successes – COURAGE. It takes courage to overcome the feeling of worthlessness common to older people, and make oneself available to serve. That’s what fag bob did, and he has found bliss once again.

“As for advice for other older faggots………i felt the same way they do. Lonely and useless. That’s what happens when there is no Master to serve. But i just stuck with it and kept searching knowing that he was out there somewhere. And then i found him on SQUIRT and have been so happy ever since. i LOVE my Master. He uses me the way i have always dreamed of being used. He and his wife don’t have sex any longer so he uses me to fulfill all his sexual fantasies and i LOVE that. There are 2 bath houses he takes me to and makes me suck and swallow other guys and sometimes they all will piss on me as a group. and that is so so hot. But my Master is the only one who fucks me. As he says my cunt belongs to him alone. So advise the older faggots to just keep trying. It will happen.”

He added this bit of advice:

So inspirational! 

To all of my older faggot readers, I implore you to not give up. Resist the self-pity that wishes to define your later years. You have things to offer Men. You still have opportunities to feel that fulfillment of purpose you experienced in your youth. Age hasn’t changed your inborn purpose in this world! Be courageous and you will find success!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks brother!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WOW.

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

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

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

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

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

I have been sitting on a story since mid-summer from a glorious and uninhibited faggot brother of mine named Jack who runs @betamale4str8. Many of my readers are undoubtedly familiar with his terrific fag blog, as I have reblogged him many times in the past.

Last summer fag Jack got the brilliant idea to sign up for a site called Seeking Arrangements (https://www.seeking.com/). It is a site “Where beautiful, successful people fuel mutually beneficial relationships” (according to the site’s intro text). It allows you to find these beautiful, successful people by proximity so you can hook up with them.

THE DISCOVERY

On the site the fag found a 19 year old Alpha. I’ve never been told the Alpha’s name, so I will call him Alpha Cole. At first, Alpha Cole ignored the fag’s request to talk (typical Alpha move). Then one day fag Jack saw Alpha Cole online, and sent Alpha Cole his phone number. Alpha Cole began texting fag Jack, and they made arrangements to meet for dinner.

Fag Jack discovered that Alpha Cole is a model signed to two different agencies. He travels all around the world for photoshoots and gets blown by successful photographers and other wealthy Men. On the side Alpha Cole is essentially an escort, charging $300 a pop to allow married Men to kneel before him and suck his large cock. 

And yes, Alpha Cole is very straight. He just loves to be worshiped as a King.

So fag Jack became determined to give Alpha Cole the greatest possible worship experience of his young Alpha life. Alpha Cole immediately began staying at fag Jack’s apartment several days a week. During these times, fag Jack would be able to service this glorious Alpha’s big dick and low-hanging balls in the evening before bed, and in the morning upon rising. In between, Alpha Cole allowed his new fag to massage his back, kiss his chest, and lick his perfect ass. Had fag Jack died right then and there, it would’ve died a happy and contented faggot.

UPPING THE ANTE

But it didn’t stop there. Alpha Cole left the country for a week on a photoshoot, and fag Jack bought brand new furniture, a huge new television, an XBox, and a ton of new clothes for Alpha Cole to wear when he returned. One of the prized new additions to the apartment was a large black leather recliner that fag Jack calls “the Throne.” When Alpha Cole needs to go somewhere (like the airport), fag Jack hires a car to take his Alpha wherever he wants. Fag Jack dutifully pays for professional dry cleaning of all of Alpha Cole’s clothes, orders catered meals for Alpha Cole from fancy restaurants; Alpha Cole eats sitting in a chair, using cutlery, like a Man, while fag Jack sits on the floor at Alpha Cole’s feet and eats from the box like a dog.

Fag Jack is spending a small fortune catering to every possible need Alpha Cole might have. It’s easily many, many thousands of dollars by now. But money is nothing compared to the experience of serving this stunning Alpha right now. After all, fag Jack looks at this as its last, best opportunity to serve a hot Alpha given that fag Jack is basically three times older than Alpha Cole. Fag Jack said this about his experience so far:

“I may go broke, but what a way to go.”

Fag Jack has been serving Alpha Cole for approximately five months now. And in that time period he has learned more about this one-of-a-kind Alpha. For instance, Alpha Cole has only been using faggots for about a year; before that, he was exclusively with females. Alpha Cole was (of course) a high school athlete, excelling in football, lacrosse, and wrestling. 

I asked fag Jack to ask Alpha Cole a few questions. It turns out that Alpha Cole always recognized he was Alpha by the way other boys in school were always catering to him, buying him things and performing chores on his behalf. 

But since this is so new for Alpha Cole, he is “learning on the job” in his experience using fag Jack. Alpha Cole is always pushing things to see how far his power reaches with his new fag toy. For example, Alpha Cole now expects to be served daily by fag Jack. Alpha Cole throws his dirty clothes on the floor near fag Jack, knowing that it’s the fag’s job to take care of those menial issues. Alpha Cole’s Fleshlight now goes unused, as fag Jack’s throat serves that purpose. And Alpha Cole has established the rule that he only cums in a warm, wet hole, which means fag Jack has been swallowing a lot of Alpha cum these days instead of being forced to lick it out of the Fleshlight. 

This has been a jaw-dropping saga that I am grateful to @betamale4str8 for allowing me to follow firsthand. 

Maybe you aren’t a faggot as wealthy as fag Jack, or you think you’re too old to serve a young Alpha stud like Cole. But just meditate on the example fag Jack has left us. Fag Jack basically became determined to serve an Alpha at any cost, and then braved almost every circumstance in order to make that dream a reality.

Do you have that level of commitment? If you follow fag Jack’s example, you could have a similar success in your future!

I’ve been deluged with some incredible stories of first experiences recently, and it’s been awesome to read these accounts. Many of these stories illustrate some of the points I’ve been repeating around this blog for several years now. They demonstrate the truth of what I’ve been saying. I’m not making this stuff up. Alphas and faggots exist, are important, fundamental cornerstones of the Male Hierarchy, and shape our society as it exists today. 

The following story provides an important lesson in bravery. Faggots, listen to this young faggot’s first-time experience with a true Alpha Male:

So I’ve recently turned 18 and just as recently got a free week of Grindr extra in the hopes of finding an Alpha that I could trust and could give me my first real man experience. Also, over the past two weeks I’ve been very interested in getting fucked more than ever and submitting to an Alpha’s dick. So I was on Grindr late last night and this one 29 year old jock-looking Alpha that I’ve been talking to for a little bit started hitting me up, asking, “Are you ready for Daddy to teach you how to take his dick?” and stuff of the like (which turns me on more than anyone could ever believe, and his dick was gloriously huge.) So I stopped being a little bitch and decided to go over to his house at like 2:30 last night. I parked on the street in front of his house and called him on Snapchat, telling him I’m here. He tells me to come to the front door.

I walk up to the front door, shaking, about to knock when he suddenly opens the door. I’m greeted by his dark silhouette. He guides me through the door and leads me to his room straight away. We walk into his room, and he turns on very low background sex music (sex music actually takes away awkwardness, who the fuck would have ever known?!?), and signals to his cock. I immediately get on my knees and start sucking his dick out of his boxers. He pulls down his underwear and starts feeding me his dick that wont stop enlarging until his boxers are thrown down to the floor. He gets on his bed and lays back while I go to work servicing his hot cock. “That feels good…. That feels nice… Oh yea boy you like that cock don’t you, dirty cock sucker!” He starts mentioning how good my mouth feels and how much better my tight virgin ass will feel, (which makes me uneasy because I told him before that I’d probably only be comfortable to suck him the first time just to ease my nervousness; baby steps), even though at that time he was making me so wet that I honestly kind of wanted his cock in me. We switch positions 6 more times and we end up back on his bed in the position I detailed prior when he sits up, holds me down, and is hovering on top of me. 

I get very nervous and panicked (thinking that hes about to literally rape me) and I remind him that I didn’t want to fuck as he wipes his dick tip all in my ass crack. He says, “Let’s just tease that hole, I know you want it you little bitch boy”, whilst on top of me staring into my eyes (and at this point I was preparing for the worst case scenario, rape). He hovers over me for a second longer and says “I’m not gonna fuck you boy, we’ll plan for that” and begins to dismount me (He had the full power and might to just cover my mouth in this moment and rape me for hours, and the fact that he didn’t was kind of hot). He gets back in the prior position and I deepthroat his cock until he busts his hot steamy load down my throat. I suck his huge uncut cock (now shrinking back to its soft (still enormous) size) and eat all the cum off his dick as he returns back to being soft. He gets off his bed and gets a clean towel that he had waiting and gently wipes all of his cum off my face while telling me how much of a good boy I am to Daddy.

He guides me out of his room and then walks me up to the front door. He pats me on the shoulder and says “thanks for coming by and servicing me boy” as I walk out of the door back to my car.

I think im adDICKTED to his dick now???? Like I want him to carve my insides out, is this normal? I just wanted to share this experience with you because I’ve been a fan of your page for a while now and I think I need a little acceptance for my newly embraced faggotry.

Congratulations, little brother!! I’m so proud of you!!

It takes incredible bravery for an 18 year old fag to head off into the dead of night to meet an Alpha at his house for the first time! And then, without barely an introduction, to be led into the Alpha’s bedroom and tossed headfirst into the churning waters of an Alpha’s powerful sexual control! I’m speechless!

I want all of the faggots reading this blog to consider this young fag’s example. I am always hearing faggots complain that they can’t ever find an Alpha to serve. Yet this young fag managed to find an Alpha because it was BRAVE and SHOWED DEDICATION TO SUBMISSION. Once you have those things, anything is possible.

Thank you for sharing this story, @homosexuawhales! I’m proud of you! Keep me informed as you progress, little brother!!

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!  

I received a fascinating story in my direct messages from a faggot known on Tumblr as @bartybonds49th. It illustrates the ability Alphas have to see through the facade of straightness faggots attempt to hide behind. Once an Alpha detects the faggot in a nearby male, his natural instinct is to flush out the faggot from its hiding spot and then put it to work. 

This is just that kind of story:

I stumbled across your blog yesterday and it has been incredibly insightful (and hot). You were right: deep down, faggots know their calling. I was too busy in high school trying to befriend the Alphas and do their bidding to even look at a girl. The weirdest part is that The Alphas in school knew I was a fag before I did. They were calling me fag and gaylord in the 5th grade. I remember the Alphas used to invite me to their gatherings just to make me their bitch and do favors for them, pay for their beer, give everybody a ride home. I always looked and acted masculine, or at least tried to, but I was never a true Alpha—just their little errand boy. The thing is that Alphas test you, if you fail once they sniff out the faggot in you and exploit it. I remember the Alphas used to engage in horseplay and smack my Ass and sit on my lap and refuse to move. I always wondered why they would do something so ‘gay,’ now I realize they did it because they could, because they knew I wouldn’t stop them. They knew I was a faggot before I did. 

Last night I was with one of my  childhood buddies. I will call him Chris. Chris was always a small kid, petite and skinny. But he has the mentality of an Alpha. Just goes to show that Alphas and fags are born, not made. Now we’ve been friends for years but we are very different. Chris probably had 10 or more girlfriends. I never had any. The girlfriends would come and go but I was always there, waiting for my turn. 

I used to go over to his house everyday even when his girlfriend was over, just hoping that one day I could so much as look at his Alpha cock. I’ve basically been his bitch boy. I paid for his things, drove him places, helped him clean his disgusting room, and I never complained. I loved serving my alpha. I’m not even sure if Chris, as an alpha, considered me a friend or just a fag he could exploit, even after 10 years of knowing each other. 

I never did get to see his alpha cock, and eventually he discarded me like Alphas do – until last night. When Chris stopped talking to me I remember I was helpless and lost, I had no purpose without my Alpha master. It was like in my head I was dating him. Eventually I got over it and found a new Alpha to serve. Keep in mind, at this point I am a virgin but totally submissive to anything an Alpha says. 

After many many months of not speaking to each other, Chris called me and asked what I was doing. He told me to pick him up and, of course, I got in the car and drove over to him. He started off by saying his girlfriend dumped him, then asked me if I had a girlfriend. He was testing me. I told him no, but that I was talking to a girl I liked. 

It was at this moment that the alpha sniffed the faggot out of me. He pressed me and asked me what her name. So I made one up. Then he asked me if she’s hot and what I find sexy about her. I fumbled around and finally said she has a nice face. Chris turned and looked at me intently, and I instantly got horny. It was like he put a spell over me. He didn’t say a word after that, he just grabbed me by the back of my neck and face fucked me right there in the car. I felt more exhilaration then than I ever did before. I was finally able to worship my Alpha’s big skinny cock! 

He was being super nice at first but after he got what he needed he switched. He told me not to tell anyone or he would expose me, and that he would be doing me a favor because everyone already knows I’m a fag. That’s when I finally realized my place on the pecking order, and my purpose as a fag. I am still trying to accept this, as I’ve been trying for so long to mimic ‘alpha behavior’ but reading your blog helped me realize it’s not a matter of choice, fags cannot resist worshiping Alpha cock. Now I’m waiting for my Alpha to contact me again so I can finally feel his long skinny cock in my fag hole.  

Wow! So much to unpack in that incredible story!

First and foremost, the story underlines something I’ve been saying for a long time: Alphas test those around them, searching for weakness and submissiveness. They see the discomfort and awkwardness in the faggots around them, and they love it. It’s like blood in shark-infested waters. Alphas will always take whatever they want from the faggots they discover hiding behind flimsy projections of straightness. 

The story also illustrates how Alphas can simply take what they want without asking, without excuses. In this case, Alpha Chris just grabbed the head of his new faggot and forced it into submission to him. That was the only negotiating in this transaction. Alphas do not accept excuses, and refuse to listen to your cries for mercy. They own a fag in that moment, and nothing else matters.

I think it’s wonderful that this faggot finally received its reward after so many years of patiently waiting. It’s so important for fags to remember that Alphas need their space, their time to develop the power within themselves. A faggot might present itself to an Alpha, but it might take a long time for the Alpha to accept such an offer. In the meantime, the Alpha is carefully considering the next move and fantasizing about how he might use the faggot. Time allows for the marinating of these elements in the Alpha’s mind and imagination.

I thank @bartybonds49th for sharing this jaw-dropping story! I’m proud of my fag brother! As this story shows, when the time arrives to serve an Alpha, don’t hesitate! Take that opportunity and give it everything!

Thank you so much for following your fag’s encouragement and writing to me, Sir!

You are what I call a Natural Alpha. In other words, you are an Alpha who grasped your superiority at an early age, and instinctively understood the purpose of faggots as part of your Kingdom, as worshipers in a church devoted to you, its God. Sometimes that understanding takes years for an Alpha to accept. For natural Alphas like you, Sir, that understanding comes as easy as breathing. You were born to own and rule over faggots.

But I really want to commend you Sir for the insight in your comment. The guilt you felt from using faggots melted away with the realization that USING FAGGOTS FULFILLS THE FAGGOT as much as it satisfies the Alpha’s needs. As you mention, faggots “just want to serve” a Man. They are “hungry” for any opportunity to serve. So a Man using a faggot receives the satisfaction and worship he craves, but he’s also giving a lowly faggot an opportunity for fulfillment.

Sir, your faggot is very fortunate to be able to serve a supreme, natural Alpha such as yourself! I am very, very grateful for your message, as well as your example, Sir! Thank you with all of my heart!

Alphas definitely can be sensitive, but they don’t often share that side with faggots. Maybe he was feeling a certain way about a female (probably depends on what MC song was playing) and wanted to focus on that alone.

Then your disobedient ass interrupted it! 😜

The bad thing about the Alpha’s reaction to your disobedience (ie fucking your brains out) is that it’ll probably only encourage you to be more disobedient in the future! I don’t recommend that, brother!

Anyway, I’m glad you got to experience both sides of an Alpha’s complex mixture of sensitivity and raw power! They are amazing Men. We are fortunate to live in the same world as they do.

The following was submitted to me by a reader named @marriedgingerbttm:

I started as a married top, then vers, and then mostly bottom….. Then I met this guy almost two years ago. At first I was annoyed that he rarely tended to my cock when we hooked up. No oral, and very rarely touched it. But after almost a year (both married, so hookups aren’t often), I started to really enjoy how he pays no attention to my cock. I’ve noticed lately that I’m hard when I first see him, but I instantly get soft when he touches my ass. It’s like I’ve learned to submit my dick to his.

I’ve actually taken the lead and called him “Daddy”, just to see if it turned him on or off. Then I called my hole a pussy. Each time I’ve seen him become more eager and comfortable with me.

Now I’m a total bottom, and thoroughly enjoy having no contact with my clit. I don’t cum at all when I see him. After he leaves, I’ll take a shower and replay how well he opened up my pussy and made it his. And then I’ll cum in the shower with a throbbing hole.

I don’t think we have the real alpha/fag dynamic. He usually defers to me about any decision, and he doesn’t demand anything from me at all. But as far as the bedroom goes, I willingly give up my mouth and ass to him until time runs out, or he’s completely drained.

What a terrific experience! 

I love hearing true stories about people who have slowly discovered their Alpha or faggot side! These stories often demonstrate how the layers we build up around ourselves must be peeled away, leaving only our truth exposed, afraid, and trembling in the sun. 

I would add that I think you do have a real Alpha/fag dynamic working here, my brother. It’s not typical of what we generally see between Alphas and faggots, but that dynamic is clearly growing between you. It’s important that your Sir (you should probably start calling him that rather than “Daddy”) began the entire situation by refusing to touch your flap. He was Alpha the entire time, and he was wordlessly training you to accept his commanding role in your life! Meanwhile, you are showing increasing signs of your need to submit to him as a faggot. 

It might be time to admit the truth about what’s going on here!

Anyway, thank you so much for writing to me and sharing your experience! 

This is a follow-up to this anonymous comment from a straight Man preparing for his first blowjob from a faggot. 

OH SIR!!!! Thank you SO MUCH for writing back! I was hoping that this faggot would perform exceptionally well for you given that it was your first time using a faggot! And it sounds like the fag blew more than your cock, Sir – it blew your MIND as well!

Hopefully you now see and comprehend that you can be endlessly worshiped and served in whatever way you choose, Sir. No more need for compromise. You can have everything you want, just the way you want it. You can have as many faggots serving you as you’d like, all given tasks to perform on your behalf while you enjoy your days as King. 

That is the life Alphas were born to enjoy, Sir. And you are now in that elite company of great Men who are worshiped as gods. Congratulations!

So the question now is what shall you do from here? Keep using this faggot’s mouth? Find additional fags to also service you? Perhaps fuck some fag pussy while you’re at it? Maybe start having these fags take care of chores for you in domestic service?

The possibilities are endless, Sir! I’m so proud of you for taking this incredible step! Best news I’ve had today! Thank you Sir for sharing your experience and your feelings of elation with me! Take care, Sir! 

I get quite a few fags writing to me to complain about how they want to serve a particular straight Man in their life, but they feel he is off-limits and unattainable simply because hes’ straight.

I obviously completely disagree with this. After all, the initial name of this blog is “Fags Worship Straights”! I have served many straight Alphas in my life, so I can tell everyone out there that straight Men are indeed interested (to varying degrees) in receiving worship from faggots.

I received the following experience from @texasbjgiver. He demonstrates how courage and persistence can open avenues of service with resistant straight Men.

Just read you answering a fag who thinks an Alpha at his work is off limits.

I kind of understand. There’s an Alpha where I work now that appears off limits. But, I also have experience with a supposed off-limits alpha who turned out to be open to my service.

I knew this guy for years and always admired him. After a while, we stopped seeing much of each other as our circles of friends and connections moved apart.

But, I was totally obsessed with him. He wasn’t a big guy, but he was an alpha. He just commanded respect and authority with ease.

So, I decided out of the blue one day to shoot him an email and tell him how I felt about him and how I’d love to service him if he’d allow me. He responded back that he thought my email had been hacked. I told him no, it was really me, and I was serious.

He said he was flattered but it wasn’t his thing.

Two weeks later, I get a text from a number I didn’t know. It was cryptic but it demanded I come suck his cock. As I was trying to figure out who it was—I didn’t think there was a chance it was him so he did not come to mind—he got frustrated and stopped the conversation.

He tried a few days later telling me I’d be very pleased with his identity. I finally guessed it was him, and he confirmed. He told me to come to a hotel room, walk in, take my clothes off, lie on the couch and jerk off. He said if he felt like it, he’d come over and put his cock in my mouth. 

I did as he told me and within a minute of jerking off naked on that couch, I felt a wet cock plop onto my mouth. Not a hung guy, but a well put together alpha man. I sucked his cock voraciously until he came. He told me to get the hell out of the room as he walked away.

I couldn’t believe my luck. I had wanted this guy for years and his cum was now coating my throat.

I sucked him off two more times then he finally fucked me. That time was amazing. It was a dark bedroom, and he told me to get naked, lie on the bed and wait for him. Before long, he walked over and face fucked me relentlessly like he never had before. He slapped me around when I’d pull away for air and shove his cock back in my mouth. He’d never been that brutal and it was awesome. He then spun me around, put on a condom, spat on my hole and shoved himself inside me without any easing in and just started pounding me hard. Never experienced that before. It hurt at first but as he started pounding me, I quickly fell into intense ecstasy. 

The most intense fucking I ever got.

I remember the whole time telling him how lucky I was and how I couldn’t believe he was fucking me. He shot his load on me, told me to get the hell outta there. I obliged and made sure to thank him on my way out.

He said this would be a regular thing, but he soon found some young chick (he’s 50 she’s in her 20s) who satisfied his needs. So, I didn’t see him again after that. Sadly.

Every now and then I send an email saying hello hoping he is receptive to service. No luck yet.

But, all of this to say, you never know. You have to take a chance, but you have to still gauge the risks obviously. Like the Alpha at work, he could easily respond so negatively that it’d cost me my job. He’s a major, ultra-conservative Christian, but I think also his alpha nature is such that he’d allow himself to be serviced. Time may tell.

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It’s been months since I heard anything from Alpha Pierce, the straight college stud who enslaved his faggot roommate. You might recall that Alpha Pierce initially asked me if I thought his roommate Lou was a faggot based on the fag’s behaviors, and I then encouraged Alpha Pierce to take steps in order to own this obvious faggot. You can read all of the stories about Alpha Pierce’s adventures with Lou by clicking here. 

Like I said, I hadn’t heard from Alpha Pierce in a very long time, so I figured he was in a relationship with a girl and was distracted. However, I discovered that Alpha Pierce had been writing down the developments with Lou in order to send them to me at some point. Aren’t Alphas amazing like that??

Here are Alpha Pierce’s updates:

Well, I was horny
one day and since me and Lou were the only ones home I came to his room,
erect, only in underwear. I stood in his doorway, knocked my hand on his
(already open) door, and asked: “You up?”. From bed, he looked at me,
open-mouthed, trailing his eyes away from his phone, down my body,
before finally stopping at my briefs. His bed his perpendicular to the
door, and the door’s in the corner. Lu quickly nodded then flipped
himself around, still lying on the bed but with his head facing me. I
slowly took two steps toward the bed, closing the distance between him
and me. I let him do the work. I watched as licked my dick’s head (which
sticks out of my boxers), and enjoyed every second of his head bobbing
up and down my shaft. Once I was could feel myself getting ready to cum,
I put my hand on the back of his head and thrust my hips forward. At
least there wasn’t a mess.

It’s
been maybe two or three weeks. Lou decided to simply come into my room
one night and randomly (and blatantly) ask me: “So what about anal?”. My
the rest of the conversation went something like this:
“What about it?” I replied.
“Thoughts? Opinions? Favor or against?” Lou spoke in rapid successions.
“It’s a way people have sex.”
“Have you ever done anal?”
“While sober, I haven’t”
“So you have?”
“Yes.” A small moment of awkward silence resounded. I glanced at him from behind my phone, just as he queried:
“Wanna do it?”
I
snorted at first at how fucking socially retarded this interaction was.
The snort evolved into a hearty laugh. A long one. Lou feinted a small
chuckle.
“Yea, yea, sorry. Anyway-”
“No, no, it’s fine.”- I cut him off -“It’s just that I have literally no idea what I should do for anal.”
“I do!”
“That sounded very excited.”
“So you want to do anal?”
“I’m open to trying.”
“Ok!”
With
that, he happily twirled around and left the room, although before he
did, he blew me a kiss. I’m okay with anal if he does all the prep, but
the kiss worries me. This is NOT a ROMANTIC relationship.

I’ve
been spending most of the summer having fucking with girls at parties n
shit or working for a new phone. Haven’t been staying for long periods
of time at home. Nonetheless, I ended up isolated at home after all my
roommates went to a party. I didn’t go because it was my bitchy ex’s
party. Lying in my bed, I was bored out of my mind. So naturally, I
decided to masturbate. Before I had a chance to cum, I heard the front
door open. Quickly, I fixed myself up. Footsteps approached my room, so I
faced the doorway. It was Lou.
“Did the party end that quickly?” I asked him.
“No, I just came home quickly.”
“Why?” I furrowed my brows.
“Because I used my douch before the party.”
“Um?”
“Then I was told you weren’t coming, so I came back and no ones homes, so wanna fuck?”
His straightforwardness and awkwardness made me laugh again.
“Yeah, I’m down.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I have a condom?”
After
that, Lou left to his room as I stripped. I took the condom out of the
wrapper and placed it the end table, then lied down on my bed. Lou came
back into the room nude with a bottle of lube. His (very) lithe
frame climbed into the bed and sucked me off at first. And he took his
precious fucking time. Eventually, he pulled off and took me to grab the
condom. I grabbed the condom and gave it to him. He positioned himself
and put the condom on for me. Took a while for him to put all of my
cock in him, and even longer for him to start riding it. Tbh it was
surprisingly much tighter than most pussy. I took control after a bit,
when I felt like he was going too slow. I flipped positions, strapping
his legs above my shoulders with his back on the bed. Once I was the one
taking the lead I went much harder and faster. I changed positions once
more, having him lie on his stomach, ass up. After maybe only 20
minutes or so Lou came (all over my FUCKING COVERS TOO), so I sped up and
came too. I pulled out, pulled off the condom, tied it, and right as I
was going to throw it into the trash, Lou stopped me.

He
asked me if he could have it. I told him that it was creepy and that I
can put my cum where I want. He said “please”. I tossed it to him and
went to take a shower.
I
liked how he did most of the work, how tight he was, and that he let
me pound him when I wanted to. Although afterward I did order him to
clean my covers (because he was the one who made a mess), and let him
keep the condom.

Lou is moving to Chicago. Don’t really know what else to say.

I know it’s a lot of text and it’s been a long time but thanks for being patience and still caring.

I love Alpha Pierce. He reminds me a lot of Texas Alpha in that he is confident, but nonchalant about his power as a Man. He just accepts his position as an Alpha, without really questioning the fact that everyone else exists to serve him. They simply serve, and he accepts that worship as part of his natural life.

Lou has moved to Chicago, but that brave faggot will have a lifetime of memories of serving Alpha Pierce. Meanwhile, Alpha Pierce will continue to dominate the world and receive its worship.

It’s been a little while since I’ve heard anything from Guillaume, the beautiful 20 year-old faggot in France who is serving Alpha brothers. My last update was in late May (read here). You can follow all of the posts by clicking on the hashtag #Guillaume below.

Guillaume wrote to me to update me on some developments. He also has some excellent advice for his faggot brothers everywhere who have pain during sex. This is going to be a long post, so I’ll cut it off with a “read more” link.

Here’s Guillaume’s letter:

I’d
like to give you some fresh news. Last week, I had a long, moving and
heartfelt talk with my two Masters/brothers. Somehow, it changed me…

But,
before, there’s a thing I really want to express. A few weeks ago, you
got a few questions from various subs who didn’t know how they could be
often fucked without
being hurt. For once in my life I think I can give somebody a few
pieces of advice!! You know, I also suffered when my Masters started to
fuck me a lot. I tried not to show them but they noticed my pain. Then,
as they think a fag in good condition is a better
fag, they decided to help me. After talking to a doctor friend, they
took some decisions for me. They are as follows:

1)
I eat a bit of everything, so I have no transit problem. 2) When I wash
my ass (inside and out) I use an intimate gel (Bioturn intim wash-gel)
originally intended
for foreskin but perfect for a boypussy. 3) Just after my morning
shower I use a soothing cream (Saforelle) intended for private female
parts and really really soothing (it just changed my life!). I use
Saforelle cream again before going to sleep. 4) I lube
my ass several times a day, so I can welcome my Masters anytime they
want 5) Every day, the Master who fucks me first starts slowly, so my
first opening doesn’t risk creating anal fissure or awful pain (my
Master’s cocks are really thick). My Masters can be
very rough next times; I won’t suffer more than a few seconds, and it
will be a sort of enjoyable pain. 6) Every 20 days, my Masters give my
boypussy 3 days off, in order to give it a “restorative sleep”.

Since
we follow this procedure, my ass is healthy, very soft inside, and
extraordinarily hungry (my dick being locked up helps!). Besides, my two
Masters are very pleased,
which is the most important thing for me. They told me my pussy was one
of the best things life had been offering them!! You can imagine how
proud I feel!  

So,
last week, after diner, my two Masters both sat in the couch, in the
living room, and I sat in front of them, on a comfortable cushion set on
the floor. This is
what we do, once a week, when we talk about us. My Owners say it’s
important to communicate, in order to have the best Masters/slave
possible relationship, and also because (my opinion) we’re French!
French people like to talk about things!

Anyway,
I love these moments, because they are open and sincere. They help me a
lot to understand better my Master’s expectations and to adjust my
behavior consequently.
Also, these are opportunities for me to express more precisely my
feelings, my difficulties sometimes, or my emotions. For example, last
winter, when my Masters were caressing my neck, I didn’t know why but I
often felt like a little child. I wanted to cry
but I kept from crying because it seemed so weird. I finally talked to
my Masters about that feeling during our talk time. They were a little
upset I contained an emotion in their presence because it was as if I
didn’t trust them enough. They told me I should
give them all of myself if I wanted to be totally owned and totally
protected by them. So, one hour after our talk, my older Master came
suddenly behind me. Of course, he started caressing my neck very gently.
It was like a powerful wave. I didn’t try to resist
but I cried for 30 minutes, in his big and strong arms. I was
devastated and happy at the same time. And it was so liberating and
redeeming, even if I still don’t know why! But, you see, it was a big
step in my bond with my Masters. Since then, I don’t keep
things anymore; I’m not ashamed of my thoughts, I don’t decide what
should be told or not. If I’m anxious [it’s rare but it happens], I tell
my Owners about that. They know better than me, they’re able to analyze
things, I’m not, and they decide for the best.
Their decisions always kill the anxiety, and help me doing the only
thing that really matters: serving my two Masters!

So, last week, my Masters declared that things have changed a little between us.

They
said I was not supposed to be such a nice and sunny faggot. They first
thought I would be very useful in a sexual and housekeeping way, lovely
to look at and nothing
more (even this would have been fantastic for me!). They told me they
usually used fags much older than me because of their oral skills, which
was the main quality they looked for. But they both wanted me, and they
didn’t really understand, in the beginning,
why they wanted me so much.

My older Master explained me why I changed their life. He listed the numerous chances that provoked such a change:

*My first chance was that I met them at a time they were both tired of romantic relationships with women.

*My
second chance was to look like an angel (according to them), to have a
very rounded ass, a soft skin and no body hair. To their surprise, my
Masters discovered they
wanted me to live with them, in order to fuck me a lot.

*My
third chance was to be full of joy. I’m (almost) always happy and
easy-going. Anyway, how could I not be happy when I serve two great
Alphas??!! My Masters discovered
they liked a joyful and simple presence in their home.

*My
fourth chance was my youth and my desire to learn (faggot things, but
also life things, as politics, cinema history, literature, cooking,
sports etc…) things that
matter to my Masters. They discovered they liked teaching a young
spirit.

*My
fifth chance is so sad in a way. It’s the absence of children in my
Master’s lives. They could have been fathers but with a real risk (40%)
of transmitting a fatal
genetic disease they don’t suffer from but could give to their children
(they had lost their three siblings at a young age, two sisters and one
brother)… Nevertheless, they discovered they really liked doing
fathers/son stuff with me (practicing sports, hiking,
fishing…) and they discovered I adored doing fathers/son stuff
with them (my dad died when I was 2 years old. Even if I knew he was
dead, even if I don’t remember him, I often felt like I saw him in the
street since my seventh birthday… but it was always
someone else, of course! I don’t see my dad anymore, or I don’t imagine
seeing him anymore. In fact, I stopped seeing him one year ago, two
weeks after my Masters made me live with them).

*My
sixth chance was what my Masters call my candid nature. This is true I
rarely see when people lie or try to manipulate other people (so I’m not
sure my candor is
a true quality, especially at 20!). My Masters realized they liked me
being candid because it made obvious I needed their protection. And my
Masters love to protect people around them (their family, their
employees, the elderly… it’s impressive and very touching)!
They realized protecting me made them feel unexpectedly pleased and
sexually aroused. (by the way,
could you tell me why protecting their fag [not a sexual or beguilement
activity] can arouse Alphas?It doesn’t make sense to me)

*My
last chance was the absence of a dog in my Master’s life. They usually
had one, but not when they took ownership of me. They realized I was as
loyal, as obedient,
as kind, as eager to play with them and as unconditionally impressed as
a puppy should have been. They decided not to have another one because
they had me.

To make short a long story, my Masters told me I was now for them 1) of course a faggot, their property 2) a son 3) and a dog.

They
said they just wanted to call things that were true for a long time,
but unnamed. Besides, nothing would change for me. I’d be their fag,
their son or their dog
according to their needs. They would always be in charge and I would
always belong to them, but in three different ways. They just wanted to
know if I was OK with their statement.

Of
course I was OK !!! I was overwhelmed, as if everything in my life
suddenly was at the right place. It made me feel very special, and at
peace with myself. It maybe
is not a good thing to say but then I thought I could have died without
any regret (I didn’t want to die but I would have accepted it) because I
had a purpose in life, because I belonged to real Gods, because I was
used, fucked, protected, guided, and prized
(I think so) by two perfect Alphas.

So, it was a great evening!

My
Masters were true, it didn’t change anything in my life. As a matter of
fact, it changed one thing. My devotion is now gigantic, maybe as huge
as a dog devotion.
I don’t mind being a dog. Dogs are so happy to obey their Masters,
they’re so grateful to them!

And,
being a son… I don’t know what it means. Really I don’t. I prefer not
to think too much about it, not to investigate it. It should make me too
emotional. All I
know is the pride I feel doing fathers/son stuff with my two Masters.
When I play soccer with them, when I go fishing, when they teach me
things no man showed me before, they give me a wonderful gift, a
priceless one. They’re the most generous Men I’ve ever
met. I cherish their present, but I stay the same Guillaume, because,
as incredible as it may seem, this is what they both want. They value
what I am, they don’t want me to be different.  

And
I am a fag, mainly. I crave my Master’s cocks and cum. I was born to
serve and to be used. And I am, most of the time, because my Masters are
true Alphas. They are
very human, that’s true, but they are also very sexual, naturally
dominant, and their needs are huge!

It’s
time now to end this letter (I have to make a gazpacho
and an onion tart for diner). I don’t really know what I wanted to tell
you, maybe just that:
life is unexpected and so strong sometimes. And there’s life, and
emotions, between a fag and his Master(s). There’s definitely life and
emotion when the sexual link is incredible and when it’s a regular
service. My Masters recognized their emotions and shared
them with me. They didn’t have to but they chose to do it. Doing so,
they touched me deeply. They made me feel more human, and therefore,
they helped me to be a better dog, a better son, a better faggot. They
made me feel very much alive, and immensely proud
to belong to them!

Before leaving you, just a question:
My greatest sexual pleasure in
life is to be fucked. My Owners know that. A few weeks ago, my younger
Master asked me what I would prefer if I had the choice: living without
being fucked or living without sucking cocks. I’d never thought about
that before
but my answer was obvious: I could never live without sucking cocks,
even if I preferred being fucked. My Master said my answer didn’t
surprise him because it was a true faggot’s answer. I asked him why, but
he didn’t answer me. He just said : “You should
ask your friend faggot, he will tell you better than I should!” So, I’m
asking you, my friend faggot, why couldn’t I live without sucking
cocks?

Very sincerely yours

Guillaume

I totally love my little brother Guillaume. He’s so sweet and considerate and kind. Those two Alphas, amazing in their own right, are very fortunate to be served by such a wonderful faggot like Guillaume.

A few thoughts:

1. Guillaume’s anal regimen is excellent. I should’ve known a French faggot would know the most luxurious and exquisite ways to care for the body. 

2. I am stunned by the level of intimacy that has developed between Guillaume  and these two Alpha brothers. Incroyable! These are clearly superior Men who are truly confident in themselves and their emotions. Is this a European thing? 

3. I was touched when Guillaume mentioned the part about being a son and a dog to these Alphas. It’s very important to faggots to feel protected and valuable in some way to their Alphas. I think many Men misunderstand this need as the faggot getting clingy, but it’s really just a desire faggots have to be approved. These Alphas understand this.

So … onto the question little Guillaume posed at the end.

Your Alpha is right – true faggots tend to prefer sucking dick to getting fucked (in an either/or scenario). That’s because sucking dick is the more submissive act. When being fucked by an Alpha, the fag is receiving some pleasure and stimulation. When being fucked, the fag is a “partner” in the sexual act to some degree, so it is less submissive. 

But when a faggot sucks a Man’s cock, there is no reciprocation. It is simply serving the Man’s cock to completion. The faggot looks up at the Man submissively while the Man’s cock is in its mouth, and it feels whole. Then of course, the Man cums into the faggot’s mouth, and the faggot can taste the Man’s essence and savor it. This becomes a powerful psychological motivator for the faggot to continue service. 

In a nutshell, faggots prefer to suck dick because it is the more submissive act.

I truly loved this latest update from my little brother in France! Guillaume inspires me so much! 

Thank you my precious little brother!

You might remember a post published in April about a French fag named Guillaume (READ HERE). Guillaume serves two straight Alpha brothers who own a chain of bakeries (is there anything better than freshly-baked French breads and pastries??). I was fairly impressed by the young faggot’s account, and even a bit jealous of what sounded like a marvelous life serving two incredible Alphas. Judging by the reaction to the post, many faggots felt the same way.

Now Guillaume has returned to update his situation and give me more detail. Like the last time, I’ll respond throughout in bold-face type.

Hello Sam,

I’m sorry to trouble you again but I’d like to give you some fresh news, and also share a few things with you…

I hope not to be too long! 

1) My Masters read the
message I emailed you, the one you were kind enough to post in your
blog. They were very pleased (also by the picture you chose!). They
said my writing was honest and sincere. They also thought it was a
genuine proof of my devotion
to them. And they appreciated your clever and friendly comments. Thank you, Sirs!

2) Since my Masters read
your post, you’re with us, somehow, quite often !  Let me explain this
to you : you said my Owners, when they both used me, talked about
females by bravado (which is partly true. Twenty years ago, it was a
bravado act,  before becoming
a habit, a ritual between brothers, as they told me). My Masters liked
your formulation : ‘bravado’, and decided to use it. A lot! When they
want to breed me together,  they say now : “En avant pour une bravade!”
‘Let’s go for a bravado!“, which makes me
think of you, of course, and that’s nice… Sometimes, they call me
"Guillaume Bravado”, to mock me in a gentle way, and I also like it! That’s funny!

And, thanks to you, the bravado sessions don’t make me sad anymore. At all! That’s wonderful, brother! I’m so glad to hear that!

So, my Masters really
liked the post, but the younger one said (as a joke, but not only!)
that I didn’t talk enough about them, the older one that I should have
said more precisely how they changed my life.

I thought about their words a
lot, of course, but I don’t know if I’m able to fulfill their prayers,
especially in English! But I’m going to try :

First, let me tell you more
about my Masters. They’re brothers and bakers, in a lovely city near
Paris. They’re successful, owning four bakeries, but they don’t want
another one. They chose quality over quantity, their products are 100%
natural (and excellent!). They supervise all the bakeries but really work in the main one,
downtown, where I’m one of the sellers. They’re both divorced, twice, no
child, both Alphas, both fair with their employees, as long as they’re
honest and do what they have to do. They’re
straight, but like using faggots. They say faggots live for cocks and
usually don’t ask for more than being filled. They are very impressive,
tall, sturdily built, dark eyes, hairy, big hands, big feet, and very
thick cocks. They seem to be twins, the older
one older of course, more thoughtful, the younger one more talkative.
They have lovely teeth, and wonderful smiles. They both smell of flavor, sweat and earth : intoxicating ! They are true Alphas, smart,
accustomed to be admired and worshiped. They say they’re
old fashioned machos, because they don’t like to destroy or humiliate
people (even myself, their faggot).

According to them, Real Men have
rights but also duties. It’s their apanage (French – inheritance) to choose their sexual
partners. But they never use force. In fact, I never
heard them shouting. Even once. They don’t raise their voices to be
obeyed.  They just say what they want, very calmly, and we all try to
please them.  They say they respect my true nature. This is true. They
own me and decide almost everything for me, but
are not insensitive. They realize when I’m sad, and cheer me up.
They encourage me to see my family, my friends, to have a social  life
of my own. They want me to be happy without them, because my life
matters to them, and also, I guess, because it makes
me a better slave at home (which is very true). They’re sure of
themselves, knowing who they are, so they don’t have to show how
powerful they are. When they say they’re old fashioned machos, it means
they’re very protective with those they love or own. A
faggot is obviously not a true man for them (I do agree), but a
valuable and good looking property, a servant, a sexual device, two
holes (etc…). It’s also a strange human being, with old fashioned
desires and abilities (ironing, cleaning the house, cooking…).
They wouldn’t like me to drive their cars, to ask them to a restaurant,
to give them money; in their mind, Real Men do these things… Outside,
they’re somehow gallant with me,  because I’m weaker and shorter than
them (they look like giants near me), because
I belong to them and because they’re the Men in charge. I think it’s
very cute and I do like it! But, you know, they’re not gallant
anymore when they’re horny, call me names, use my mouth or fuck me
strongly. It’s not cute at all, but I adore it!

I won’t tell you how they changed my life (it would be too long) but will report some noticeable changes :

I’m not insecure anymore.

Thinking of my Owners first makes me happy.

I like working in a bakery (serving customers, listening to them, talking to them…)

I’ve discovered I’m a good seller, mainly because I’m a natural servant but also because I’m fond of people.

I don’t desire other men’s cocks (fantastic change for me !)

I crave my Master’s cocks 24 hours a day.

I have a purpose in life.

I wear tight pants and tight shirts (my Master’s choice).

I love feeling sexy for my Masters.

I dance naked for my Masters.

I became a not so bad cook, and discovered I like cooking.

I’m about to become a real good cook, which matters a lot to my Masters.

With time and dedication, I learned how to be throatfucked by my Masters.

I finally love feeling my Master’s thick cocks down my throat.

I’m a much prouder and happier faggot than I was.

I outed myself as a faggot to a few friends, who still remained my friends.

I laugh a lot (even, sometimes, during sex service, because my Masters are both very funny and sarcastic)

As my dick (a small one) is now caged, I’m always in heat.

My tits are bigger and more sensitive now, because my Masters love playing with them.

My Masters call my cunt “home”. It makes me feel so proud.

My older Master made me discover silent movies (he loves cinema). He teaches me fascinating things about movie’s history.

I run and swim with my younger Master.

I play soccer with my two Masters in a club near the bakery. They’re
proud of me when I score (I’m the youngest player and run faster than
the others. So it is not so difficult !).

I love watching my Masters on the soccer field. They’re so masculine and so sexy !

And so on…

All that didn’t happen by miracle, of course. It is the result of my
dedication to my Masters, to their incredible patience, their natural
superiority, their kindness, and also the result of a very hard work. At
the beginning, I was so bad at so many things! I still don’t understand why they didn’t fire me! I didn’t know how
to clean a house, how to cook, how to massage them, I didn’t know when
to talk to them, when to keep silence, when to go to my room, I didn’t
know anything! I remember a day I cried a
lot because I thought I was a complete failure! But they were so good
to me, cuddling me (or fucking me) when I was down, telling me I was a
good faggot because I never did the same mistake twice.

So, here I am, a faggot in progress, a very happy one, owned by two
extraordinary Masters!!! I know I’m incredibly lucky, especially at my
age!

I could tell you about my Masters for ages, but you must have other things to do than reading my  long letters…

Before I leave you, dear brother, if it doesn’t bother you, I’d like to ask you 3 questions, including one about you :

1) As my caged dick is of no use, the sensations in my ass are now very
intense. I always loved being fucked, but lately, it’s become fantastic.
When one of my Masters fucked me, I was always very excited, and could
only think of His hard cock, trying to be
the best receptacle I could. But, these days, the pleasure is so
incredibly huge that, I don’t know, it’s as if my hole, and the fire in
it, the cock in it, are devouring me! I can’t help letting it go.
Totally. But I feel guilty because I seem unable, then,
to concentrate on my Master’s pleasure. I just can’t!

My Masters don’t mind, they say it’s the proof of my complete cunting,
of their power over me. But it’s weird for me. It’s as if I failed,
somehow, as a faggot. I know it seems a stupid problem (the faggot as
too much pleasure, its Masters don’t mind, so what?),
but I’d like some advice, really. Do you know if it’s a usual matter
for an owned faggot? How could I feel better about it, and stop
thinking I betray my Masters? Or should I just accept it ?

That’s marvelous! Your Masters are completely right – you have been cunted by them and your hole now craves their cocks! Rejoice! It’s perfectly natural, and it is also a testament to the power of the Men who own you. Your enjoyment of being fucked honors their Alpha glory. Do not be ashamed of this!

2) My Masters are very possessive about me. They keep telling me my
holes are Theirs and only Theirs. It delights me and makes me realize
how valuable, as a faggot, they think I am. But they also like when
other Men desire me. They’re quite happy when Straight
Men seem to be interested in me. They say those Men smell the faggot,
because an owned faggot, properly trained and used, is like a female cat
in heat. I don’t think ‘faggot’ is written on my forehead but I admit
I’m not the best judge on that matter. Nevertheless,
in public, my Masters like Men to know I am a faggot, and that they
can’t have me, because I’m Theirs. From time to time, surrounded by Men
(including my two Alphas) I feel like a fish among sharks. It’s quite
uncomfortable, but not for my Masters! Besides,
and that’s the good point, it often announces a bravado session at home!!!

But  nonetheless, I don’t clearly understand why they do such things. Is
it typical of Alphas ?  Alpha brothers or Alpha friends, maybe?

The situation with your two Masters is unique, but often Alphas enjoy parading their trophies around other Men. Alphas like to see the jealousy in the eyes of other Men, the look of frustration on their faces because the Alpha has something they cannot have. I understand why you might feel awkward, but really this is a compliment for you. Your Masters are showing you off. They’re proud to own you. And these other Men desire you, but you are protected in the presence of your Masters. You should feel very proud, my little brother.

3) My last question is about you, dear brother. I was wondering : did
you lose opportunity to serve a good Alpha because of your Tumblr ?
What I want to say is : do you think a good Alpha, reading your posts,
knowing you through your writing, would be too
impressed by your intellect, your knowledge of himself (as an Alpha) to
give you a try?

If my question is irrelevant, please forgive me. It came to my mind
because it’s very difficult for me to see you as a faggot, even knowing
you are one.

That’s a very sweet thing to say, Guillaume. I have ongoing relationships with multiple Alphas through this blog. They are intelligent and thoughtful Alphas, and I’m very lucky to know them at all. None of them seem intimidated by my “intellect,” which is a somewhat embarrassing thing to say. I think they recognize that I’m clearly a faggot and beneath them, but we have cultivated an understanding anyway. 

Once again, I apologize for my long message, and wish you the best…

Very sincerely yours

Guillaume

All I can say is Guillaume is an adorable, thoughtful, and dedicated faggot. Guillaume also might be the luckiest fag on this planet. Guillaume’s Masters are the very definition of Alpha Manhood: confident, but not overbearing or abusive. I loved learning more about Guillaume’s life and more about these two incredible Alphas!

I received this very long story/question today. It’s a well-written account of a problem many faggots face. Comments would be appreciated.

Hello,

I am a long time reader of your blog and feel I have learned a lot. I wanted to get your opinion on a recent situation I have encountered with a straight friend of mine.

Here’s some background: I am a 27 yr old classical musician. I was working at a local music school part time where I taught students private lessons for a couple of years. The director of the school was very difficult to deal with and I always wanted to quit, but I had a key to the space and could use it to practice there by myself late at night and also to give concerts there for free. For the time being this was extremely beneficial to me as I am really trying to build my performing career more than my teaching one. There was another guy, 28 yrs old now, who also teaches there. For the sake of my story let’s call him “Mike”. We’ve always been friendly and I always wanted to serve Mike, but didn’t want to shit where I ate, so to speak. 

Anyway, I was fired by our asshole director last week. He and I never got along anyway and I’m completely fine with it. So I texted Mike about it, explaining how it’s been nice getting to know him and that we should hang out sometime. He responded nicely and we met for coffee yesterday at 8:30 am.

Mike was wearing short work out shorts and a shirt which really excited me as a fag bc I’ve only really seen him in pants and button ups. He also brought me the books I kindly asked him to bring which I had left at the school since the director told me I was not welcome in the front door. Very nice of Mike to do that. Mike was also totally on my side as opposed to the director’s. He thinks the director is a nutcase but he still works there as it’s a decent check for him. Also it appeared to me that the director always listened to Mike much more than he ever listened to me. I assume this is bc the director respects Mike’s natural masculinity which I do not have as a faggot. 

Anyway, at coffee, Mike told me that he was supposed to go on a hiking date after our coffee date with this girl but that she flaked on him for like the third time or something. He then asked if I wanted to go hiking with him instead. Of course I obliged as I had some free time yesterday and was more than happy to spend it with Mike!

While we were hiking, several interesting topics of conversation came up. Mike told me that last week, his brother changed Mike’s tinder profile to liking both girls and guys just as a joke. Mike’s brother happens to be a gay male in a relationship with another gay man, just FYI. Mike was telling me how it was “funny” how he got messages from some guys. I asked if he talked to any of them but he said “no”. Mike also told me how the previous night he was doing a show at a bar. He was pretty tipsy and some gay guy got his # and then followed him to a pizza shop. He asked Mike is he could kiss him, to which Mike also replied “no”. I was feeling naturally awkward and uncomfortable at these types of comments, so I just said “that’s ok that he did that” and Mike agreed. Mike loved telling me about mutual girlfriends of ours who he thought were hot and would like to have sex with, as well as some who he did have sex with. Also told me a long story about his ex. I opened up and told him some stories of encounters/heartbreak I’ve had with straight men and how I didn’t think that sexuality can be fit neatly into a box. Mike completely agreed and told me how there HAVE been some guys who he’s been attracted to, just based on pheromones and personality. I just asked then why didn’t you let the guy kiss you last night?! He just said he wasn’t attracted to him. I was silent. 

After our hike Mike invited me to lunch. He’s a vegetarian and kind of encouraged me to share with him which I agreed to not bc I actually like vegetarianism but just to show my subservience to him. At lunch, Mike and I talked more about what I would like to do with my career as a performer and how I can do that. He expressed a desire to help me. He offered to help me make recordings for free and get some photos of me together to put together a press kit. I have really been feeling the need recently not really for a musical mentor, which I have plenty, but for somebody who is willing to take a leap of faith and believe in me and what I want to do with myself as an artist despite the fact that the path I am choosing is not necessarily the conventional one for classical musicians. Mike told me that he is inspired by my passion and work ethic and would love to record me etc. 

This leaves me in conflict. On the one hand, I would love to serve him and he seems possibly open to that. On the other, I crave professional support at this time, and would hate for serving Mike to ruin those prospects. 

We finished lunch with him telling me that he was glad his date was cancelled and that this was better. 

Thank you so much, I would love to call you Sir, but I understand that you do not feel deserving of that title 🙂 for taking the time to read my story. I would love to know your opinion. Have a great day.

Look, if Mike is Alpha at all (and it sounds like he is), he knows you’re a faggot. But here’s the problem: Mike’s also quite comfortable around gays. This is trouble for a faggot, because Mike’s first inclination is to be accepting of you and thoughtful of your feelings. He wants to think of you as an equal, rather than a servant.

So far Mike is the one doing all of the work. He’s bringing you books, asking you out for a hike, taking you to dinner, and offering to help you with your portfolio. This needs to change. Either you need to explain to him that you’re a faggot, or you need to alter the dynamic so that you’re doing things for him and see how he reacts.

I’ve been talking to an older military Alpha for about a year now. Every so often he drops a note to say HI and to tell me about current events or his latest experience using faggots. He’s supremely confident, aggressive, and articulate. I love seeing messages from him.

Yesterday he sent me this recent experience. I thought it was an excellent way to illustrate how real faggots find Alphas to serve. Here is his message:

I haven’t shared with you in a while faggot. I enjoy reading your post
when I have the free time. Being a older military alpha keeps me kinda busy!

I am training for a pro fight soon and I’m in
serious training mode! I get a bi-weekly massage by a regular training
specialist. I was waiting for my appointment yesterday at the parlor and
a young handsome man walked in wearing a suit and tie. He stopped in
his tracks when he made eye contact with me. He caught me obviously
staring at his big muscle ass in his tight suit slacks! I had no issue
keeping eye contact till he broke his. He sat across from me in the
waiting room glaring obviously at my crotch showing in my training
shorts.My cock had chubbed up from the sight of that hot ass in the suit
slacks. We played eye tag for about 10 minutes before my massage boy
came to get me for my appointment.

The 1 ½ hour session was went very
well and afterwards I went to the front desk to pay. There I was
informed the young man in the suit had paid for my session in full
including my usual 25% TIP. She then handed me a note that read, “Thank
you for your service Sir!” I had forgotten I had my Marine Corps lid on
my head. His name and number were included on the note, with a “PS, If
you’re ever in need of my service SIR!”

What a great opener for a fag to
service a Alpha!! It definitely got my attention!! And my cock wooden
up! Keep up on the good work on your site. I believe you do a great
service to fags that wanna get into service of a alpha!

This is a spectacular example of a faggot taking the opportunity to serve an Alpha and open the door for further service! Don’t tell me that opportunities don’t exist for you! Being creative and and taking chances can yield amazing results.  

This is part of a continuing series featuring Sir Tazian, a young-looking, mature and well built Alpha living and dominating in Hong Kong. You can read the previous posts featuring him by CLICKING HERE!

Over a period of several weeks I have had the wonderful privilege of speaking with a young gay Alpha who lives in Asia. He started out as versatile, but over time began to understand his Alphahood as faggots continued to present themselves to him for worship. Even though he is young, he has already accumulated a wealth of knowledge into the minds of faggots and the Alpha/fag dynamic.

He recently shared a story with me about an encounter he had at the gym that I thought would be food for thought for the faggots out there who think they are too old or too out of shape to serve.

I noticed on your blog
that some older betas regretted being unable to find an alpha to
service.  They felt that their age, or lack of looks, made them less
desirable as service faggots.  I’d like to assure them that this is not
the case.  An alpha looks
for “service” as the overriding criteria.  It is the diligence of body
worship, sexual submission and other services that the alpha desires
most.

A few days ago, I finished
from the gym, still in my gym gear.  I was cutting through a hotel lobby
and immediately made intense eye contact with an elderly, frail-looking
gentleman who was walking in my direction.  He smiled and stopped to
compliment my
body, licking his lips as he did so. We chatted briefly and he
apologized for being so direct. He disclosed he was 70 years old and
that he admired foreign-looking men with good physiques. He invited me
to the hotel coffee shop but I pointed out that since
I had just finished my workout, I needed to have more than coffee.  He
said I could have anything I wanted.  I ordered a salad starter, then
grilled lamb chops with veggies, followed by a fresh fruit salad.  He
watched me eat, sipping on his coffee, gently
asking if he could service me in his hotel room any way I wanted.  I
simply told him I expected very intense raunchy servicing and that his
mouth would be my fuckhole and toilet.  He agreed at once and paid the
bill.

In the elevator up to his
room, he carried my gym bag.  In his room, I used him like I said I
would and he loved it – especially when I did pushups on his mouth,
while pissing down this throat and spitting on his face.  I came twice
in his mouth.  He then
bathed me in the shower.  As I left his room, he knelt down and kissed
my gym shoes.

In traditional terms, he
was nothing to look at.  But he had the courage to take the initiative
by complimenting me, buying me dinner, offering his service and then
being the submissive pig I required.

And that’s the message for
the older, out of shape betas.  You have to be both aggressive and
passive.  Aggressive as in politely going up to an alpha and offering
your services (with some financial generosity where appropriate, as in
buying him lunch, dinner)
– and passive in assuming your true role as a submissive that seeks
only to please, whichever way the alpha requires it.

You need to keep in mind that this Alpha is young and well-built. He receives adoration everywhere he goes. And yet a simple, genuine approach from a 70 year old faggot convinced this Alpha to allow it to serve him.

Being honest and humble can lead to amazing experiences with some of the world’s greatest Men if we only show the courage to try.

The other day I received a hot little message from an anonymous faggot who has been serving his straight Alpha neighbor for two years (read here). This experience caused the b-holes of many of my readers to twitch with excitement (here’s one message I received about it). Like many of the anonymous submissions I receive (where have you gone, Home Depot fag??), I figured I’d never hear any more about it.

Then I received this follow-up from the fag about its situation with the Alpha:

Your reader wondered how I met my straight, virile Alpha. Easy – He lives
in the apartment next door to me. We share a wall, and shortly after I
first moved in I could literally hear Him breeding women next door. We’d
have casual chitchat in the hallway, and one day I asked Him if He’d
like to come over for a drink. I’m not a shy faggot, so I very calmly
explained to Him who I was and that I’d be honored to serve Him in some
way. He wasn’t flippant at all – I don’t think faggotry really surprises Alphas as much as we think it does. He explained to me (calmly as
well) that He has no interest in letting me serve Him sexually and
wondered, then, how I could benefit Him. I explained I’d be happy to
perform domestic tasks so He could focus more on work, relaxing,
whatever (or in my brain – BREEDING). So I’m His housekeeper, do His
laundry, make extra of the meals I cook for myself so I can stock His
fridge, etc. His sex life (and the pregnancies) increased shortly after
my service began.

This entire experience contains a wealth of information, but I highlighted what I consider to be the key passage. It generally reflects my own methodology and experience in dealing with straight Alphas.

1. Make an opportunity to converse with an Alpha

2. Offer yourself as a faggot in a calm, respectable, non-weird manner

3. Follow their preferences without complaint.

4. Do your best to comply.

It isn’t difficult. As the faggot says, most Alphas are quite approachable and understand the need of inferiors to submit to them. It’s part of a natural cycle that has been happening throughout history.

So I’m glad to hear more about this fag’s impressive service to a glorious and virile Alpha. This is how it’s done, kids. Thank you to the anonymous faggot who offered this experience!

I get questions from time to time from faggots who fear the future. “What will happen when I’m older?” they ask plaintively.

While it’s true that it can be more difficult to serve as a faggot ages, that doesn’t mean there aren’t terrific opportunities to continue serving great Men. Here’s a message I received today (from anonymous … grrrr) that I felt offered a positive view of faggots as they age.

Thank you. Your blog is extremely on point with your advice
to faggots. I appreciate the time and effort you put into explaining about
faggots, both to Men and to other faggots.

I have served several Men over the
years and as a faggot in my mid-50s I can assure younger faggots that life
doesn’t end when you turn whatever age they are fearing turning. I currently
serve a straight man who is under 40, married with 3 kids. I was surprised and
honored that he chose me to serve his needs.

He has done everything openly and the wife and kids are now
used to me hanging around the house doing chores, helping him, and generally
being a good faggot on a regular basis. I couldn’t imagine serving a better Man
than the one who demanded I call him Sir, and forget we were friends for
several years before he came to the conclusion that controlling me, a
50-something faggot, would improve his life. He’s happier (he tells me) and I’m
ecstatic to be given this opportunity. He deserves it all.

As this faggot’s experience shows, one can still be useful to Men even late in life. Here’s something many younger faggots and Alphas do not understand: older faggots have much more experience in pleasing, and they’re much more grateful for the privilege of serving. And young faggots in particular fail to appreciate that a Man really just wants obedience, not necessarily the hottest body. 

Thank you anonymous (grrrr) for this wonderful experience!

Although I’ve gone on record as saying that Alphas should not fall in love with faggots (read here), occasionally a Man will discover a truly exceptional faggot worthy of more. Over time, the Man might develop feelings for the faggot and view the faggot as more than simply a servant.

That is exactly what happened to the following reader who sent this two-part as this morning. Here is the entire experience:

Hi, I’m a fag and I’ve been servicing my Alpha for a good 3
years now. Lately he’s been acting strange. He’s not as hard on me anymore and
he lets me sleep in his bed with him now instead of on the floor. I thought
this was weird, but I never questioned him as I know he knows what’s best for
me. Well he asked me if I wanted to go to a nice dinner with him just the other
night and during this dinner he proposed to me. I was so shocked that I froze
up. I said yes, but I’m confused. Is this normal?

During the dinner he told me how much he loves
me and that the way he looks at me has changed and he doesn’t see me as an
object anymore. I liked being his toy and I know that we can continue that, but
for so long I’ve tried to not let my emotions get involved and now here’s this
big man getting sappy and emotional. I mean when it comes down to it I know I
love him and I want to be with him forever, but I’m just confused as how his
view of what I am to him changed so much.

First of all, I offer my warmest congratulations to this fortunate faggot and his Owner!

When Men evaluate intimate partners for more serious commitments, they often consider these qualities:

• Quality and quantity of sexual service
• Loyalty
• Trustworthiness
• Ability to honor and respect the Man’s lead
• General attractiveness

Finding a female or a faggot able to adequately fulfill all of those qualities is a rare thing in today’s world. When a Man finds someone who meets or exceeds expectations in those areas, he desires to claim that person as his own.

Contrary to popular belief, Men are deeply emotional animals. However, Men keep their emotions in check beneath layers of bravado, ego, sarcasm, and jocularity in order to keep all but the best from touching their most private emotions. It is a lot of work to earn a Man’s love and loyalty, but there is no more valuable prize once it’s attained.

After three years of loyal, dedicated service to this Alpha, he clearly believes that he wants to own you forever. It is the highest honor imaginable for a faggot.

Continue to follow his lead and serve him to the best of your ability, and I think you both with be happy and contented for the rest of your lives! Congratulations, and good luck to you both!

There is a lot of negotiation that takes place between a straight Alpha male and a fag when the Alpha is trying to decide if he wants to use and/or own a fag. For the Alpha, some of this negotiation is internal; the Alpha needs to consider if He can overcome years of male conditioning and His own natural confusion about homosexual sex. The fag must also come to grips with the fact that it must now give up its life and interests to fully submit and serve the Alpha. These are weighty and important decisions for both parties.

I call these early negotiations “the dance.” The Alpha and the fag are circling each other, trying to decide if they are ready to engage in a mutually-beneficial situation.

I am currently involved in “the dance” with two straight Alphas who live near me and are both seeking a fag to serve them. If my beautiful and amazing online Master (a young bisexual Man named Santi over at AlphaFxcksFags) didn’t live in another country over 4,000 miles away, I would be serving Him full time as His eager and willing slave. However, I may never get to serve Him in person, so (of course) my faggoty craving to serve desires a more tangible and immediate Alpha.

I am, however, trying to decide which Alpha would provide me with the training and use I need. Here are my choices:

ALPHA #1: A 24 year-old white businessman who stands 6′3″ and weighs 180 pounds. Cute face, preppy look, with a nice flat stomach, decent chest, big hands, and a giant dick (more than eight inches). I desperately want to show you His amazing cock – one of the most attractive, dildo-like cocks I’ve ever encountered – but He told me I can’t. 

Alpha #1 is looking mainly for a cocksucker to service Him, and perhaps a fag to take care of some daily chores (cleaning, cooking). Mainly, though, He just wants to be serviced because His schedule is too hectic to go find girls. We all know fags are good for that.

ALPHA #2: A 22 year-old white student finishing his college degree. He’s 6′0″ and weighs 200 pounds of pure, gym-worked muscle. He has the dangerous look of a nerdy, no-nonsense skinhead (if that makes any sense).

Unlike Alpha #1, Alpha #2 has some limited experience with using fags, although His use of these fags seems to be more about training/control and less about sex. For instance, He has put a couple of fags into chastity just for the control aspect. He recently told me that He likes to have fags get girls for Him to fuck, and then use the fag to fluff and clean His cock afterwards. We have yet to be intimate, and He’s already talking about shaving my entire body and putting me into chastity (something I’ve never experienced before). 

For me, there is something very appealing about becoming a personal cocksucker for an arrogant straight Man who loves to be worshiped. On the other hand, there is something appealing about a Man who wants to take over my life and transform me into an object.

And, on the other end of the spectrum, both Alphas are currently weighing out the pros and cons of owning a faggot like me. 

So for now, we dance around each other, all the while considering our steps carefully. Soon, though, we will stop dancing to the rhythms of flirtations and instead start dancing to the primal heartbeat all Men in heat share. 

I, for one, am hungry for more.