One of my longest friendships since joining Tumblr in June of 2015 has been with a brother faggot named Karl. I was first contacted by Karl late in 2016 as his new Owner was trying to convince Karl to go into chastity. Karl was understandably nervous about this commitment, but I encouraged him to try it out.

So Karl bravely went into chastity. 

Over the years, Karl continued to talk to me about the ups and downs of his chastity and his struggles with it. There were times when I really thought he might quit. But to his credit, he continued to serve his Owner faithfully despite almost resenting this burden of chastity forced upon him.

And then, last Friday night, Karl the faggot was cunted.

And everything changed.

Cunting is an extraordinary experience for a faggot. I’ve written about it before, of course (”Being Cunted,” click here), but words are clumsy tools to describe a moment so ethereal and spiritual. Simply put, a cunting is the complete destruction of the male persona and identity in a faggot, pulverized bit by bit with every thrust of a Man’s cock during a monumental Rut. It is the transformation of a male sub into a true faggot with a functioning pussy for a hole.

So Karl experienced this Friday night, and he has been FLYING on an emotional high ever since. Suddenly, the chastity cage is no longer bothering him. 

“Sir took control of my ass and now I feel that my boy pussy is my main sex organ,” said Karl elatedly. “I feel better about being caged now that I have been cunted.”

I asked him to describe what happened. Here’s what he said:

“He just took control and it was a very long fuck, like over an hour. He went like a wild Man, fucking very fast at times. I think after 40 minutes I was getting to the stage of being cunted; there was lots of pre-cum flowing from my cage, but that was all. I had an amazing anal orgasm that is better for me than the old way.”

But then Karl said the words I was really looking to hear:

“(His cunting) is also a mental state that, as a fag, you realize that you do not need your dick anymore, and you need to forget about it.”

In the two days post-cunting, Karl has experienced a new freedom as the truth about his life comes into crystal-clear focus. He says he’s no longer embarrassed by showing off his cage at the gym. He is experiencing a yearning in his new pussy for more cock, a tickle that never goes away for a cunted faggot. 

It took Karl a long time to come to this moment – nearly three years – but all of it became instantly worth it after one hour of Alpha rutting erased the burden of his masculinity forever. 

I am so proud of my faggot brother! And I am grateful that I have been able to follow this story to such a glorious, triumphant conclusion! Karl put in the dedication, submission, and patience required, and it has paid off handsomely. You’ve earned this spectacular moment of fulfillment, my brother! 

To my faggot followers – this ecstatic and transformative experience can be yours as well if you submit completely and surrender yourself! 

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 part of a continuing series of articles about a faggot named Simon who bravely submitted to a straight Alpha named John. You can read all of these articles by clicking here!

So after fag Simon survived his whirlwind weekend serving Alpha John which culminated in five breedings (one down the throat, and four in his pussy), he was understandably flying high emotionally. The experience lit an unparalleled fire in Simon’s heart and made him even more determined to please his new Owner.

So in between bouts of self-doubt and questions about when he might be cunted, fag Simon threw himself into daily worship of Alpha John. Simon got the bright idea to go over to Alpha John’s house while he was at work and clean the place. Then Simon made dinner and had a hot bath drawn around the time Alpha John would return home. Then Simon bathed Alpha John and fed him a nice meal in his own newly-cleaned home. 

This move excited Alpha John to no end, so he fucked Simon twice that night and loaded up his pussy with his Alpha jizz. Then Alpha John invited Simon to stay the night, which Simon readily accepted. In the morning Simon woke up and made Alpha John breakfast. 

Later that afternoon, Alpha John told Alpha Earl: “Simon is the best thing that has happened to me in a long while!”

Then, in an ingenious move, Simon began cooking meals and bringing them to Alpha John’s place of employment (he owns car dealerships), something that absolutely blew Alpha John away. 

Listen to the bewildered joy in the texts Alpha John sent to Alpha Erwin, the Owner of fag Karl:

The following day Simon brought dinner to Alpha John’s work again, but this time he also brought his massage table (Simon is a licensed masseur). After Alpha John satisfied his hunger, Simon firmly rubbed Alpha John’s shoulders before offering a full body massage. Needless to say, Alpha John accepted the massage.

Afterwards, Alpha John left some breathless texts with Alpha Erwin:

So with Alpha John’s girlfriend headed “to mum’s for dinner,” Alpha John – overcome with lust – took Simon back to his place and fucked him.

And then something happened – Simon was CUNTED.

Here’s Simon’s description:

When we got back to John’s place He told me to go into the bedroom and get ready. I decided to take control. I grabbed his hand and took John into the bedroom, I then held him close and put my hands down his pants and grabbed the base of his cock and balls, And said “I am going to look after this for you” he was rock hard…

(Then) we had amazing SexI think I had an anal orgasm. I lost control. My ass started fucking John’s cock! I could not control it!  

This uncontrolled anal reaction is a sure sign of cunting, and is likely the result of Simon’s two-week-long deep dive into extreme subspace. 

When I explained this to Simon, he amusingly replied: “If that is a cunting I need to be cunted every time we fuck!”

Who knows where this incredible situation is headed, but it has been extraordinary to witness. Little fag Simon has truly exceeded all expectations in completely servicing this straight Alpha. This overwhelming gift of faggot worship has changed Alpha John’s life, allowing him to finally experience the true power of his own Alphahood.

This is the magic of the Alpha/faggot union when both fulfill their purpose. I am so proud of my little brother Simon! His search for truth made all of this possible! What an inspiration!

Besides Simon, what sub are you most interested in lately? What are they doing that is special or unique, worthy of note?

Many of my connections with the faggots I was tracking were severed when Tumblr destroyed my original blog. I continue to keep in touch with Karl (click here) and I have been trying to get back in touch with a couple of others, like my Asian faggot friend who apparently got married (yes, it’s driving me crazy that I can’t get hold of him). Faggots are really bad about touching base.

I’ve been chronicling some incredible stories over the last few weeks. First, there was the cunting of Karl the faggot (CLICK HERE). Then came the startling example of my beloved brother Simon submitting to a Supreme straight Alpha named John (CLICK HERE). Now, most recently, I’ve had the privilege of aiding my beautiful faggot brother Chin as he submits to serving his straight Alpha roommate Jin (CLICK HERE). 

All of these stories have a common thread: the faggots needed to make a major adjustment in their thinking, finally accepting within themselves the truth of what Nature intended them to be. It’s not an easy process, and there are definitely peaks and valleys on the road to that acceptance.

But it must be accepted if a faggot is going to find fulfillment and peace.

On November 6, 2015 (the first six months of this site) I wrote a seminal article regarding this process of acceptance. It involves peeling back the layers of what we believed about ourselves, looking at ourselves and our needs honestly, and then resolving to pursue that true purpose.

When I did that, I found freedom.

Given that my brothers above are in that process now, I thought I would reprint that post here.  

The Importance Of Acceptance

As I’ve said elsewhere, I was basically gay from birth. By the sixth grade, I had developed a crush on a boy named George (although I didn’t know what it meant at the time), and middle school/high school attractions to boys in class (Bob, I still miss you and your bulge in those tight pants!) further refined my obvious sexual orientation.

However, like most closeted gay youths, I was compelled to date girls in order to fit in with the budding heterosexual attractions of my closest friends. So, like a coward, I started dating girls.

My first few relationships were fulfilling in some way. Despite a general lack of attraction to their bodies, I was more than capable of performing sexually. Some of that probably had to do with the newness of sex in general, as well as the virulent hormones coursing through me at that age. Around that time I also discovered – much to my surprise – that I really loved boobs. For that period of time I was just like every other guy, dating a girl for a while in order to get some pussy before moving to the next one.

Of course, it was all a lie. I knew every kiss was a lie. I knew every thrust of my penis into a vagina was a lie. I knew every “I love you” was a lie. In the moment, it felt real to me; wet lips, warm bodies tangled, heavy sighs, and powerful, head-spinning orgasms. But in my quiet moments alone, a gnawing guilt remained.

When I met Roger (story here) I was dating a sweet, petite brunette named Lori. Unlike my previous girlfriends, Lori was a virgin. Lori spent months trying to convince me to take her virginity, but I kept resisting. We would lie in the grass of my backyard on breezy summer nights, Lori’s hips gyrating her tight pussy on my finger as if she wanted me to insert my entire arm. I would always stop these heavy petting sessions, leaving Lori breathless and confused. It was a frustrating time for both of us.

Once Roger entered my life, though, my inner truth became crystal clear. I suddenly became Lori, desperately trying to get Roger to deflower me. I knew right then that I needed to break it off with Lori; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Roger anymore. The end came a few months later when I didn’t give Lori anything for Valentine’s Day. Rightfully upset, Lori tearfully begged for a reason why I didn’t love her the way she loved me.

“I … just don’t,” I replied. The response was cold and cruel in that special way only selfish teenaged boys can master. And that mercifully ended my last relationship with a female.

Not long after that, Roger slid his enormous, granite-hard cock into my throat. I remember the feeling of his solid, swollen cock-head on my tongue, the salty taste of his foreskin, the firmness of his hands in my hair, and the look of disgusted lust in his eyes as he looked down on me. That first taste of a Man’s cock erased everything I imagined about my life before and reshaped it into something new.

However, I still hadn’t accepted the complete truth about myself. Even then, as Roger was using me as a human tube sock, I still believed that I could be loved. I would construct elaborate fantasies about being Roger’s lover, perhaps getting married somehow and building a life together. Every time he would throat fuck me I would try to make it terrific for him in the hope that he might finally leave his girlfriend for me.

It never happened. I found myself in love with him, flying into jealous, tearful rages and begging for a love that would never come. Eventually, my love-fueled hysterics ended our friendship.

All of these tragic, emotionally-devastating situations occurred only because I couldn’t be honest. I couldn’t accept the truth about myself. I once truly believed that I could be a straight Man, husband, and father. Then I believed I could be a gay Man, a partner, an equal in a committed relationship.

But, as time has passed, I’ve slowly accepted the truth: I am a faggot. I was not born to honor a wife or help raise children. I was not born to be the partner to a Man, the one who makes him smile every morning. I was not born to be loved or cherished or appreciated the way a spouse yearns for their mate or a child might look at a parent.

Instead, I was born to serve. I was born to serve Men. My holes are theirs to use. The works of my hands are theirs to take. My mind is theirs to plunder. My body, mind, and heart exist only to glorify their Masculine superiority.

Men have instinctively known this truth about me my entire life. Ever since Roger first pushed me to my knees in order to receive service, Men have been using me to get what they want. Deep down, they know that I’m nothing but a faggot born to serve them.

I just needed to understand it about myself before I could actually be free.