I am saving this magnificent story by Natural-Hung-Bull for posterity.

“It’ll be amazing…”. He convinces you. It’s time, his eyes tell you. You’re going to lose your virginity during your sophomore year to a graduating senior.

If you’re a woman or a bottom, your first time will hurt. Nature. Women tear their hymen the first time they are penetrated by a man. And tight young bottoms in college and of age also feel pain and even bleed when penetrated for the first time, especially if it’s a big dick.

“That’s it. Breathe…”

Pain. I’ve caused it for both sexes, that first time. I’m patient and appreciate the gift of taking the flower. Sweet, bloody cherry.

“….I’ll go slow. Relax…”.

But I think for a male, the pain associated with being entered by another man is also psychological, going with his natural desire while going against everything he’s been taught about being a “Man”. An “unnatural” act that couldn’t be more natural.

“… I’m almost in…Now push back…”

But that first time, punishing pain. Being a Man, sex is pleasurable. Entering a tight hole is as pleasurable as entering a tight cunt. Giving birth is painful for the female; making life is pleasurable for the man. Fucking a fag is both painful and pleasurable for the fag; but pure pleasure for the man.

“…that’s it. Shhhh. Feel that? Shhh. I’m in. As slow as you want…”

There is no pain for me, unless my 8 inch tool inflicts it. Nature’s cruel realities for men who spread for their Superior Males.

Just like this.

Reproduced from Tumblr because I thought it was hot.

The High School Quarterback just started dating your sister.  You hear him fucking the hell out of her when your parents aren’t home.  He’s Big  and He’s Hot and He’s all MAN. You are laying on your bed listening to HIM saying that HE’s cumming for the third time. He bangs the headboard against the wall so hard that you think they might break through and fall on top of you.  

A few minutes later HE walks naked into your room with 3 very full condoms.  HE tells you to open your mouth and you do what HE says.  He dangles one condom into your mouth and tells you to bite the end and suck HIS cum out. You do what HE says.  He tastes amazing.  He does the same with the other two condoms then tells you to lick the pussy juice off HIS Huge Balls. You do what He says.  

You will always do what HE says.  He is your GOD and you worship HIM.

This is another entry in the incredible life of Supreme Alpha Sir Titus. For all of his true stories, CLICK HERE to read them in order!

I asked Sir Titus (@alphaexploits) to write about cunting a faggot from an Alpha’s perspective. I knew he was the right one to take us through such a monumental journey; he’s a talented writer, and extremely insightful. And he did not disappoint. Thank you Master!

The following happened on August 31, 2019. I’ll eventually get around to writing about the whole weekend, but for now, I want to focus specifically on the events of Saturday evening. It was Labor Day weekend and the scheduling gods decided to be kind to me and my fag, Cody. With our three days off, we decided to spend the weekend “hanging out”. And by “hanging out”, yes, I mean fucking as much as possible.

We had been fucking around since Friday afternoon, mixing sex intermittently with eating, resting, and even taking a break to go to the gym.

Saturday evening, naked on the couch, we assumed our usual positions: me sitting up, him laying down with his head on my lap. We started watching John Wick 3. About 20 minutes in (antique store fight), I started to get horny. Action movies have that effect on me; go figure. Cody noticed my cock getting hard on the side of his face and began to suck on my dick.

“Go shower,” I told him, rubbing his buzzed hair.
“We gonna fuck?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“Oh yeah. We gonna fuck.”
“Sir, yes, Sir!” he said, giving me a goofy salute and bounded off to the shower, his cute ass bouncing in his jockstrap.
I kept the movie going while I set up. I got the baby oil and the lube from the bedroom. I laid a folded padded blanket for cushioning on the coffee table between the couch and the TV and tossed a fresh sheet over it. I turned off the lights and adjusted the blinds so that only the orange glow of the setting sun filtered in.

Fifteen minutes later, Cody emerged from the bathroom. I could smell the fresh soap and eager anticipation all over him.
“Lay on your front,” I said to him, pointing to the makeshift massage table.
The coffee table is small and not meant for a full-body extended on it. Cody’s torso lay on the table while his bottom half dangled off the end. I grabbed the baby oil and stood above and behind him. I opened the bottle of baby oil and dripped it down along the ridge of his spine. I re-capped the bottle and dropped it on the floor. Leaning forward, I began to rub it into his soft skin. His small frame felt tiny in my hands as I rubbed his delts, his shoulders, his lats, down to his waist. He moaned in soft relaxation as I felt his body melt into my hands.
I knelt down behind him and pushed his legs to the side to open his ass to me. I pressed an oiled middle finger onto his hole and it opened willingly to the pressure. I felt his ass grind slightly as I made contact with his prostate. I moved my finger around a little before retreating from his ass. I sniffed my finger to do a spot-check. It was clean with only a faint whiff of the oil. Cheek in each hand, I pulled them apart, giving my tongue access to his hole. The light flavor of baby oil was not enough to distract me from the experience of eating his ass. I could feel him twitch with every flick and lick of my tongue. Rimming isn’t that different from eating pussy. You look for the reactions and you enjoy the sexual reaction of the aroused body part. His hole, like the rest of his body, was relaxed. It was ready.

I got up and moved to his front, kneeling down near his head. His head looked up and his mouth opened. He took my cock in his mouth slowly, sucking mostly on the head to enjoy my steady of stream of precum that he knew wouldn’t stop until after I came. I placed my left hand on the back of his head and leaned over his back to finger his hole. It was tight but never clenched in resistance, a tell-tale sign in that moment that a fag has accepted your hierarchical superiority in the power dynamic. He nursed on my cock until I was hard.

“Stand,” I said to him. I didn’t bark it as an order, but stated it as a statement of destined fact.
He stood up at relaxed attention next to the coffee table. I walked up and approached him until our bodies were centimeters apart. I leaned into his ear and spoke softly.
“Tell me; what are you?” I asked.
“A fag, Sir.”
“Whose fag?”
“Yours and only yours, Sir.”
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough of my loads, fag?”
“I’m done when you say I’m done, Sir.”
“You think I’m done?”
“God, I hope not,” he said, breaking the tension and moaning with anticipation as my warm breath made his ears flush red.

I placed my hand firmly on his neck and walked behind him until I had him embraced from behind.
“Walk.”
He walked forward as I led him to the couch and stopped. I released him and sat down. When I was comfortable, I motioned with two fingers for him to approach. He straddled me and sat down as my cock pressed along the crack of his ass. I placed my hands behind my head and looked into his eyes, challenging him to look away. He just smiled and rubbed his ass on my cock. I bounced my biceps and smiled back.
“Goddamn! Do you know how hot you are?” he asked.
“Oh, I know,” I said smugly.
He leaned down and nuzzled into my armpit, sniffing and whimpering with each breath. My cock stiffened in response; it wanted to be inside him. He raised his eyebrows in a question we both had heard repeatedly over the past 24 hours, and I nodded with the same response I had given him every time.

Cody squatted over me, grabbed my cock gently, and guided it to his hole. His hand felt so small on my dick as he slowly lowered himself until I was fully inside him. I scooted forward a little and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I held him close as I felt his ass reform itself around my shaft. His feet pulled me close as my arms wrapped around his midsection, neither one of us wanting to let go as we pressed ourselves into each other’s body.

When I felt him relax a little, I began to pump slowly and evenly to help him accommodate more. He held on to my neck and began to bounce a little in time with my thrusts before holding himself, impaled and in position.

Then it happened.

As he held me buried, I felt his ass open up deeper inside than I had ever felt before and I slid in further than I had ever been.

I’ve fucked deep before. I’ve seen the look of lustful abandon in a faggot’s eyes. I’ve felt them surrender to me completely.
His eyes rolled back and I could feel his cavity twitch like a vaginal orgasm.

I recognized some of the familiar signs of a cunting, but there was something different. His body shuddered and I saw his eyes well up with tears.

It was then that I realized what was happening: this was his first time being cunted.  And this was the first time I had been someone’s first cunter.

“It’s okay. Go with it,” I said to him calmly.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know what is happening,” he blurted back through tears and quivering lips.
I pulled him to me until his head rested on my shoulder.
“It’s okay. Let it wash over you,” I assured him, rubbing his back with one hand and his head with the other.
I held him firmly in place as his body shivered with the overwhelming surge of emotions of this experience. When his body stopped shaking, he sat up and wiped the tears from his face.
“Fuck this is a lot,” he said. “Good, but a lot! I don’t really know what’s going on.”
”You’re being cunted. Do you need a moment?“
“God no. I just need more!” he said, laughing through the last drops of tears.

Still inside of him, I stood up and carried him to the bedroom. I lay him on his back at the edge of the bed while I remained standing.
“You sure you want more?”
“Yes please, Sir!” he whimpered.
I began to fuck slowly as I watched his face for signs of any lingering emotional complications. I felt his ass reopen for me as I began to cunt him again. His eyes rolled back and he began to moan through deep breaths.
“Please don’t stop,” he begged as his hips spasmed on my cock.
“I’m not stopping until you’re bred.”
My thrusting became an instinctual Alpha rut as his cunting continued.

In my mind, all I could think about was how he would never be the same. My Alphaness, my very essence, evolved this subservient bottom into a true fag. I took his real virginity, and no matter what, he would never forget me or the transformative impact I was having on his life. This turned me on more than I can put into words.

All. Because. Of. Me.

My rut was interrupted when I felt his ass twitch on my cock internally. I looked down to see his fag dick start to cum. In the midst of his involuntary orgasm, he began to apologize, but I placed my hand over his mouth to silence his words and quieten his mind. I resumed my rut until I was ready to cum.

“Now you’re a fag,” I said, and came inside his newly cunted fuck hole.

Once my dick stopped throbbing and filling him with my cum, I collapsed onto him. His body twitched as my cock softened in him. He began to cry a little as he held me tight on top of him.

“You’re going to be okay,” I whispered as I kissed the sweat that lingered on his neck.

“Thank you, Sir,” he said through gentle tears. “I’m glad it was you.”

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!

The situation between fag Simon and his straight Alpha Owner John is taking more daily twists than a motocross track.

First and most spectacularly is this news: Alpha John, so amazed by the worship he has been receiving from his new faggot, decided to surprise Simon with a stunning gift: he paid Simon’s $8,000 student bill for this college semester! Simon had been fretting about it because he didn’t have the money. He didn’t want to ask his Alpha for help even though Alpha John has a sizable fortune from his car dealerships.

Then I received a message from Karl the faggot. Karl had heard from his Alpha (who is best friends with Alpha John) that John secretly paid Simon’s tuition.

So I messaged Simon. “Better check your account balance at school,” I texted cryptically. Simon immediately hopped online. “It says my balance is zero,” replied Simon, slowly realizing what happened.

Then came tears.

I just want to point out here that this is what can happen when a faggot totally submits to a Man and gives that Man EVERYTHING. A Man’s soul craves worship and respect, and nothing moves a Man more than seeing true submission to his authority and power. 

Faggots who think giving random head behind a dumpster is true submission have it totally wrong. Being truly Owned by a Man and utterly submitting to Him is much more powerful and, as Simon showed here, life-changing.

But there’s more. 

Alpha John’s girlfriend returned to their house and discovered that the place had been thoroughly cleaned (unbeknownst to her, it was Simon’s handiwork). So, of course, she flew into a rage even though Alpha John lied to her and told her he hired a cleaning person to do it as a gift for her! The girlfriend eventually stormed out of the house and went to her mother’s place.

This prompted Alpha John to start contemplating some changes in his life. Here is what he wrote to Karl’s Alpha:

Alpha John is moving his little faggot Simon into his house permanently!! 

This is shocking, to say the least. Simon is beside himself, plagued with a mixture of excitement and guilt (wrongfully blaming himself for what has happened between Alpha John and the girlfriend). 

Again, true submission and the selfless worship of a faggot is life-changing!

I can’t think of a faggot who deserves this dream more than my adorable little brother Simon, Both he and Karl have just been inspirational.

If there could ever be a faggot version of “Pretty Woman,” this is it. And it couldn’t have happened to a better whore. LOL

I love you, Simon!

The following inspirational post was written by @speedojules, a wonderful fag brother from Tumblr. Meditate on it, faggots!

So I’ve been a fag for a few years now, learning so much from amazing people like @Fagsworshipalphas on just how to build enough confidence to embrace fag life.

For all sorts of reasons (professional life, family, friends etc) I haven’t found it easy to become the kind of fag I need and want to become. Sometimes I’ve found ways – for a little while I was living with a straight alpha housemate. He was really open-minded and happy for me to call him ‘Sir’, do his chores and laundry for him, and to wear the fag uniform of black speedo and a collar round the house. It felt so good to really get in touch with my true identity, and to dedicate my hours at home to his service. Unfortunately, though, he had to move out after about a year.

Recently I’ve found a new way of serving. Every now and again I go on holiday with a big group of gay friends. They all know I’m a fag and I’ve put some of them in touch with my ongoing remote master (he controls me through whatsapp). My master lets them know what instructions I have (Normally to be in a speedo absolutely all of the time, to obey orders from them and to make sure i look after them – serving drinks etc).

Initially just one or two of my friends were aware of what was going on, but now they’re much more relaxed and open about the fact that one of their number is a fag and really thrives on serving them.

There are a few moments every day where it really comes home – when everybody is sitting round the table dressed for dinner and I’m there in just a speedo, rushing to make sure everybody’s drinks are topped up. They know, and I know.

I love my faggot brother @speedojules! And I’m also very proud of him! It has taken him years to build up the courage to reach this level of submission. But step by step he kept at it until he reached it!

Now listen to the peace in his words. Do you hear that? It’s the sound of fulfillment.

Thank you my dear brother! So inspiring!

I LOVE YOU!

– sam

This is a continuation of the extraordinary true 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 the previous installment – when Nicky revealed his true status as a faggot to war hero Alpha Thor – there was a promise made that they would meet up again and start over as Master and servant. Little did fag Nicky realize it would happen the very next day …

So the next morning after I told him I was a fag and wanted to worship him, Alpha Thor texted me that he was coming to my apartment and I’d have to be ready for him. So I obviously, I went all out for him. I took all of my dildos, toys, and things I collected over the years for my alphas to dominate me out of my closet. I made sure I was smooth as a baby all over my body, then put on my best jockstrap, a red and black jock that really put my bubble butt on display. I was feeling very excited but a little nervous. All I wanted was to make him happy and make him enjoy everything. I just wanted to please him.

So finally, I heard my door open and I quickly got on my knees, looking down and waited for him in the room. I heard his footsteps and a light chuckle. 

He stopped in front of me. “Look up,” he said. 

I did as he ordered and OMG – It was some sight to see. He was wearing a black leather jacket on a white tight t-shirt that showed his thick pecs and abs through the fabric. He looked like a god. 

“Not bad,” he said, “you know how to behave when your alpha enters the room.” 

“Yes Sir,” I muttered meekly. 

He chuckled again. ”Good boy. Fetch me a drink, will ya?” 

I obeyed quickly and grabbed his favorite kind of beer in my fridge. When I came back, he was sitting, legs widely spread, on the couch.

“Good boy, come and kneel in front of daddy’s lap, will you?” he said.

My heart was beating faster than it ever did. I kneeled, eye level to what looked like a quite big package. He told me to take off his shoes then his pants and socks. I did what he told me, doing it precisely and lightly to not hurt him by moving his prosthesis too much. He watched me doing it smirking, then ordered me to massage his foot and thigh. I did, slowly and lovingly massaging the furry leg, feeling all the muscles underneath move under my touch. He sighed from pleasure, and I moved to his foot, spending quite some time on it.

After a few minutes, I completely was obsessed with it. Hypnotized. “You want to put it in your mouth, don’t you fag?” he said confidently.

I snapped back. It was the first time he called me fag. The words felt so right in his mouth. 

“Only if you want me to, Sir,” I said. 

He smiled. “Go ahead…faggot.” 

I eagerly put his toes in my mouth, worshipping each of them as much as I could. When I finally looked up to him, he was shirtless, leaving him only in his boxers which looked full, almost to burst. 

He saw me looking in awe at his package, threw his head back and laughed. “That’s what you wanted all along, right boy? That big thick alpha dick?”

My mouth was dry yet I couldn’t stop drooling. I could only shake my head yes. “Go ahead then,” He said.  

As I was about to pull down his boxers, when he stopped me. “Whoahhhh there, fag. Did you think you could have that cock without effort? (He leaned in, took my head in his hand, his face inches from mine) he whispered, “I want you to worship me like I’m a god, like I’m the last man on earth. Like I’m the only man who fulfills your desires. Worship me like I’m YOUR god.”

“You are, Sir,” I mumbled weakly. 

He leaned back. “Then prove it, pussyboy.” 

I slowly caressed it through the fabric, tracing the head, the shaft, every vein then the big balls, like sperm tanks. After some massaging, I felt him hardening, so I pulled out my secret trick: I pressed my face against his bulge, smelling his musk and sweat, feeling his size and warmth with my face. 

I felt his cock become harder and harder and Alpha Thor let out a little groan. Smiling, proud of myself, I got to licking that big penis through the fabric. He tasted already so strongly of balls and cock through his boxers. His manly smell was making me dizzy and so horny. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please Sir, can I take your cock out?”

 He chuckled, approached me and looked me straight in the eye. He grabbed my butt, found my hole and started playing with it. “That’s what you want, fag? My big cock?”

“Yes please Sir,” I said, my breath short.

He entered my pussy with his thick finger, slowly, stretching my walls. “Deep in you, make you feel full?”

“Yes Sir please, I’m begging you!” I pleaded, biting my lip. 

He approached his mouth to my ear, and whispered. “That won’t be today, fag.” 

He gave my ass a smack and got dressed as I was left on the floor, a horny little boy in heat. Before leaving, he got down in front of me, took my chin with his fingers and said. “Teasing makes the fun last longer, boy. Don’t worry, I’ll want more. And you will too.” 

He got up and just as he was passing the door, he turned around. “And don’t touch that pussy. I like my bitches tight.”

Then he left. 

And left me in pure and mad lust, love and adoration for him. 

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

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@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  

A story written on Tumblr by @youngalphabullies.

I’d met Jayden a few times through mutual friends, enough to know his name and what he looked like at least. Hard to forget a guy like that, though. I remember one party at the beach where a bunch of my mates had hooked up with a bunch of his mates for a bonfire and beers as the sun set over the ocean. Everyone looked good that evening, but Jayden stood out, his toned, muscular body catching the soft, slanted light of the failing sun as he horsed around with his buddies or flirted with one or other of the girls. I wasn’t the only one that noticed either as I caught a few of my gay buddies checking him out too, some more obviously than me. If Jayden had noticed he didn’t let it show, except perhaps to show off a little more. Some guys just love that kind of attention I guess, wherever it comes from.

I was scanning the bar for his face now. I’d recently had to move out of my old place (unreliable roommates, long story), and had been crashing at on mate’s sofa for a few weeks and, well, those situations aren’t meant to last much longer than that. My boyfriend, Dan, had offered to have me move in with him, but I didn’t think we were ready for that and I think he was relieved, so when I heard of a room free somewhere else I was all ears.

*

“Yeah, it’s that dude Jayden,” Suzi had said when I’d met her for coffee the day before. Suzi was my best mate’s sister, and a good mate of mine outside of that. She’d been there that night at the beach and I seemed to recall that she’d spent quite a bit of time talking to Jayden.

“Remind me,” I said, though I of course knew who she meant. “Is he the one you were all over that night we all hung out?”

Suzi blushed. “Well, you weren’t as discreet as you thought either, Mitch. I saw you checking him out more than once.” She said, poking at the bizarre cream and syrup concoction she’d ordered.

“I’m not the one who disappeared with him for thirty minutes. Getting chips, were you?” I laughed. Suzi giggled too, smiling with mischief.

“My lips are sealed.” She said, still smiling as she finally took a sip of her, for want of a better word, drink.

“I bet they weren’t that night.” I said and she flushed pink and nearly snorted cream our of her nose.

“Whatever, Mitch.” She said, recovering. “Do you want the room or not? I spoke to him last night and he’s up to meet for a beer and see if you guys fit. You wanna?”

I was a little hesitant. I’d lived with guys I was hot for before and it can get, well, complicated. But since Jayden was straight (very straight, Suzi reassured me), and I’ve got a boyfriend, I figured it was safe, so I agreed.

“I’ll text him.” Suzi said, getting out her phone. We sat and chatted about other things and watching the world pass from our vantage in the café. I’d always enjoyed people watching, maybe I’m a bit of a voyeur. All gay guys are, in a sense. We get used to stealing glances at the men that surround us, looking without being seen. It becomes second nature to many. It can be frustrating at times, when you see these hot straight dudes with looks and bodies that deserve to be admired, to be worshipped, and all you can do is look and hope you weren’t seen. It was this that worried me about the prospect of sharing a place with a guy like Jayden.

I realised I’d been lost in thought when I heard Suzi’s phone ping and I came back to reality.

“Cool.” She said, nonchalantly. “He says he can meet seven tomorrow. That bar by the bowling alley, you know it?”

“Yeah I know the one. Ok, tell him I’ll be there.” I said. I suddenly felt excited at the prospect. If it doesn’t go well at least I can check out that muscle boy ass as he left.

****

The bar was slowly filling up with the after work crowd, guys and girls still dressed from whatever office they’d spent the day in. I glanced at my phone, seven fifteen. No big deal. I should have told Suzie to give him my number. I was chastising myself about this when I felt a tap on the shoulder.

“Hey, Mitch right?” I turned and looked up to see Jayden stood there with a broad, confident smile spread on his handsome face. I couldn’t help but smile back as my eyes took him in. He stood out in casual clothes against the other bar patrons’ day tired office garb. He was wearing just a black vest and shorts, his bare arms and shoulders showing every defined muscle. His right hand was held out to me and I took it.

“Yes. Yes, sorry. You’re Jayden. But you know that. Yes, I’m Mitch. Good to see you.” Man I sounded like a retard. I quickly gathered my wits again. “Can I get you a beer, I was just going to the bar.”

“Cheers, mate. Yeah a beer would be good.” He answered, letting go of my hand. I stood, expecting Jayden to take the seat next to me, but instead he sat down in the chair I’d just vacated. I didn’t think too long on this and headed to the bar.

‘Thanks, Mitch.“ Jayden said as I set his beer down and sat on the spare chair. We swapped small talk for a few minutes, kind of get to know you questions, before Jayden explained the place, rent, bills, stuff like that. It all sounded good to me and, more than that, I found my initial nervousness was unwarranted. Sure, Jayden was hot as shit, there was no denying that, but I found he was a decent seeming guy too. Funny, confident, easy to talk to and we seemed to have enough in common to work with.

“You know I’m gay, right?” I said after we finished our second beers. Jayden burped before replying.

“Yeah, Suzi gave me the lowdown. I’m cool with it, dude, as long as you keep it in your bedroom, you know?” He said, and I was happy with that. I expected to be my boyfriend’s place half the time anyway.

“Likewise. Suzi told me about you, too.” I said, feeling we’d gotten enough of a rapport to mention it. Jayden smiled and nodded to himself.

“Yeah, I bet she did.” He leant towards me conspiratorially, lowering his voice a fraction. He smelt faintly of sweat and soap. Straight boy smell. “You wouldn’t know it,” he continued, “but that girl is fucking dirty. Pretty much dragged me into the bushes to take a ride, you know?”

I nearly choked on my beer. Worse than that I felt a semi coming on. Something about hearing straight guys talk about sex, especially dirty sex like this always turned me on. Even though Suzi was my friend the image of her getting nailed by a stud like Jayden did things to me. I had to change the subject.

“Ok then, we’ll both agree to keep it to the bushes or the bedroom.” I said and Jayden laughed, clapping me on the back. “You’re a good guy, Mitch boy. I reckon I could handle living with you. How about you come over and see the place tomorrow and, if you like it, you can be in as soon as you like.”

I was elated. “Yeah, Jayden. I’ll head by tomorrow, about three?”

“Ok buddy, sounds good. I’ll have a bit of a tidy up then, I’ve been treating the whole place like a laundry basket since I’ve had it to myself.” He said and I laughed, but still got a bit of a thrill imaging Jayden’s worn gym gear pooled on the floor. Man, this was gonna be interesting.

****

I won’t bore you with the all of details of the flat. Suffice it to say it was nice for what I’d be paying and close to any amenity a young urbanite could want. I agreed to take it (I wouldn’t be telling this story of I hadn’t).

The room was mostly unfurnished but I had a lot of what I needed in storage and would just buy anything else as and when. To my surprise and gratitude Jayden offered to help me shift the bulk of it in. He had a mate with a truck he could borrow so we set it up for a week’s time from then.

It was another clear, bright morning, just cirrus clouds, vapour trails and seagulls in the sky as I waited by the storage unit containing my worldly goods. The sun was just above the buildings across the road from me, causing them to throw crisp lined shadows that bisected the street, making a light side and a dark side. I was stood in the light and it was from the dark that Jayden arrived in the truck, pulling into the small carpark next to the storage place. I walked over to greet him as he got out of the truck.

“There you are, Mitch boy.” He said. It seemed it was now his habit to call me ‘Mitch boy’. I didn’t mind it much, kind of liked it really. He patted me on the shoulder as I got to him. “Ready for some lifting, huh?” He said and mimed lifting something big and heavy, his muscles flexing through the vest and shorts combo that he seemed to always be wearing.

“Yeah, ready as I’m gonna be,” I said, making the same pose, albeit with less confidence. I’m no slouch, don’t get me wrong. In fact, fuck it, I’m a catch by most people’s standards. I’ve been told I’m cute and I’ve got a good physique that work hard at the gym for. Before I met my boyfriend I had no shortage of guys hit on me in the gay bars down town but, man, I was a slouch compared to Jayden. If he walked into one of those gay bars all you hear would be broken glass over Eurodance as every queer in the place lost his shit.

“Let’s do it then, boy.” Said Jayden as he locked the truck and we went inside.

The job took, maybe, four hours altogether. The storage unit was only a few miles from Jayden’s place, my place, so the commute back and forth wasn’t too arduous. We soon got a system going, with Jayden taking the lead. He seemed to have a good head for this kind of operation, and it took some of the stress of moving house to just listen and follow orders for a change. It also freed my attention to wander, and you can guess where it wandered to. I kept on having to stop myself from looking as Jayden either bent down to pick something up or when his arms bulged as he lifted a chest of drawers with me.

The day grew hot as we passed midday and both Jayden and I were sweaty from exertion. Jayden’s vest and shorts clung to his body, showing every detail, and I mean every detail. I could see the hard line of his pecs leading to his abs clear enough to count all six and then, below that, the V down to his bulging crotch. He was leant on the wall outside the storage place after we’d loaded the last of my stuff, drinking deep from a bottle of water. The sunlight through the bottle cast prism light on his handsome features as he drank closed eyed. I felt my dick chub up a little as I admired him and, seeming to sense me he looked back, catching my eyes before glancing briefly down. He gave me a smile and a wink and I looked down to see that my shorts weren’t hiding much either. Embarrassed I turned around and pretended to search for something in my backpack until my dick started behaving more politely. If Jayden had noticed anything he didn’t mention it during the drive back, and he seemed his usual self so I put the moment out of my mind and we finished the morning’s work before cooling down with a beer. It felt good to finally sit down on the sofa of my own place at last, rather than sleeping on one in someone else’s.

*

The first few weeks were great. Jayden and I found that we got along sharing. We both had our mostly separate social lives but we hung out together from time to time too, either watching a game or movie, Xbox, you know. Roomie stuff. Jayden was maybe a little bit of a slob and I found I did the housework a little more than he did but I didn’t mind that. In return he always had beer in the fridge I could drink whenever and, well, he made up for it in other ways.

It seemed that I was mistaken when I thought that all Jayden wore were vests and shorts because, it turns out, when he’s at home he frequently doesn’t even get that far. From the first morning when I left my room to find him getting breakfast wearing just a pair of boxers I got to see a lot of him. Morning wood is hard enough without this, I thought as he nonchalantly sat at the counter eating cereal, his hard, muscled ass pressed on the laminate wood stool seat. After he’d left to go shower it was all I could do not to put my nose on the stool seat. Man, what kind of sick thoughts was I was having? I put it down to horniness and made an urgent booty call to my Dan who I hadn’t seen since the week before. It didn’t seem to help, though. Even as he was fucking my ass the way he had a hundred times before I was thinking back to Jayden that morning, his tanned, muscular body in those skintight boxer briefs, and to the way he had taken control the day before, the way he called me ‘boy’. I came at that last thought and felt a moment of guilt as Dan took my excitement to be his doing and kissed me hard, putting his own load inside of me.

Other times Jayden would come back from rugby practice still wearing his muddy kit. He said that the showers at the club were shit, which is entirely probable given my own experiences with public showers. I’m a fan of rugby and used to play a bit at school, and I’ve got to admit part of the appeal of the sport for me was how a fit guy looks in rugby kit, so as you can imagine I had zero problems with Jayden coming back like that, mud and foot stink and all. First time I saw him in his kit he sat on the sofa next to me and put his big feet up on the coffee table, blocking my view of the TV. I couldn’t help but look at them, his toes outlined through the fabric of his rugby socks as he wriggled them.

“Grab me a beer, would ya Mitch my boy. I’m knackered.” Jayden said patting my leg. Without really thinking about it I went and grabbed him one from the fridge. “Cheers my boy.” He said, taking it.

“No worries.” I said. “Anytime.”

“I’ll have to remember that.” Replied Jayden, glancing back at me with a grin. I made an excuse about going to make a call and left him to the TV. Truth is I went to my room and beat off thinking about pressing my face against Jayden’s big, sweaty feet. I’d never really been turned on by feet before, but it was hard to find a part of this man that wasn’t perfect and it was beginning to drive me insane knowing that he was untouchable.

Then a night came a few weeks in. It was a Friday and Jayden was out for the evening at some party or other. Apparently there was a girl he had his eye on and tonight was the night he was hoping to fuck her. He looked uncharacteristically dapper as he left, eschewing the usual beach or workout gear for some classy chinos and a fitted shirt that accentuated his physique the way only good tailoring on a great body can. Whoever the girl is, I thought, I hope she knows how lucky she is.

I’d invited Dan over for a movie and some food. He’d been over a couple of times before and had met Jayden. The two of them seemed to get on really well, discussing their shared interest in climbing and even swapping numbers to go together sometime. It was great to see as I’d been worried that Dan might get jealous, but that didn’t seem to be an issue at all. When I asked him about it later on he said that the only thing he was jealous of was not getting to see Jayden in a towel on the daily.

Dan had an early start the next morning so as the credits rolled on Guardians of the Galaxy (Chris Pratt, amirite?), he yawned before getting his things together and calling an Uber home. It was still only around eleven and I had no such work issues so I opened a second bottle of wine for myself and put on Vol.2 for some more Chris Pratt, Racoon, tree man shenanigans.

By the end I was buzzing on red wine and feel good retro hits when I heard Jayden stomping up the corridor to the flat. He seemed to fumble with his key, swearing to himself and trying to find the keyhole. We’ve all been there, brother, I thought and got up to let him in.

I opened the door and Jayden looked at me with bewildered surprise for a moment before, cogs turning, he presumably remembered that he has a room mate now and smiled.

“Mitch my boy!” He exclaimed, his face expressive with drunken joy. “Just the man I wanted to see.” He swayed a little at this but righted himself manfully. He was drunk, but not hammered. That was good. “Well, are you gonna stand there all night or do I have to get my own beer?”

I laughed. The bastard wasn’t even through the door and he was ordering me around.

“Come in first, you reprobate. The neighbors will complain and they’ll blame me.” I said as he half stumbled and half walked through the door and down to the living room, leaving me to close the door. I followed and found him on the sofa.

“Beer, I said.” He called out. “And some cake!”

“We haven’t got any cake.” I said placatingly. “The duchess had it all at afternoon tea.” Jayden laughed a bit too loudly at that.

“That bitch.” He said. “Wait until, wait until I see that dried up old cunt, I’ll give her some fucking cake.”

I hadn’t seen this side of Jayden before and I chuckled to myself as I got his beer. Handing it to him I sat down and got my wine.

“Good night?” I asked.

“Fucking awful night.” He said, suddenly turning a little darker. “Waste of fucking time.”

“The girl, I take it?” I said. From what he’d said he’d been wanting to get with this chick for weeks, but she kept making excuses. I got the impression that Jayden wasn’t used to being made to wait. Understandable, really.

“That cunt, you mean? I’m fucking done with her.” He turned to me, beer breath hitting my face. “Fucking blue balled me for weeks. No pussy is worth that, mate. Fags like you have got it right, a dick doesn’t take much persuading to get sucked.”

“Mate,” I said. “Not cool. Don’t call me that. I didn’t think you were like that.” I shuffled away from him and he looked hurt for a moment, then something seemed to dawn on him.

“Nah,” he said, animated again. “You’ve got it wrong, mate. I’m not a homophone, a homophobe.” He patted me on the leg. “I just meant guys like you, you know. Guys that are happy to do what you tell ’em.” His hand was at his crotch now, maybe deliberately, maybe subconsciously, and he was gently clutching at his dick and balls through his pants. “I know you like doing stuff for me.”

“I don’t know what you’re implying.” I said. “It’s just good manners, that’s all.”

“So if I told you to suck my dick right now, you’d say no?” Jayden asked, his cock now growing down his pants leg. My eyes were fixed on it at he slowly worked himself hard.

“I’ve, I’ve got a boyfriend.” I said, but it sounded weak.

“I know.” Jayden said. “But are you telling me you don’t want this straight dick of mine?” He stroked the whole length throy his pants. He looked big, and thick. Not porn star big but, well, bigger than mine or Dan’s for that matter.

“Tell me,” he continued. “If Dan was sat right here and I told you to suck my dick, you wouldn’t do it?”

I wanted to say no and tell this arrogant, straight douchebag to go to hell. I didn’t want to admit that I longed to do exactly what he was saying, but my own dick was straining in my shorts, giving me away pretty obviously. I reached to grab it but Jayden grabbed my arm and firmly but gently pulled it away.

“You’ve got a job to do first.” He said, the same commanding tone in his voice that I’d first heard the day I moved in. He released my wrist and I let it drop to my side.

“Now get down on your knees like a good faggot,” he put emphasis on the last word, to assert that he was free to use it. The last of my hesitancy dissolved and I slipped from the couch to the floor. I shifted around until I was knelt in front of him, looking into his face, a smile of satisfaction on his face. “Good boy.” He said before unbuckling his pants, and reaching in. After some deft manoeuvring he hooked his pants and boxers down and pulled out his hard dick and big balls. The sight of it put me fully in the moment and I knew that I was gonna be a slave to that dick from now until it unloaded. The happy resignation of the cocksucker.

I licked my lips. “Get to it, fag. I need to nut so fucking bad.” Said Jayden as he reached behind my head and pushed my face towards his crotch. I opened my mouth and began hungrily kissing and lapping at his shaft and balls as his finger entwined in my hair. He let out a gutteral moan. “That’s it, cocksucker. Show me how hungry you are for straight dick.”

I responded by taking the head in my mouth, working my tongue in the places I knew would drive a man nuts. I was right and was rewarded with a deep moan from Jayden and a squirt of precum. Man, he tasted so good. I swallowed him further, working up plenty of spit to lube the shaft.

“This is what I’m talking about.” Exclaimed Jayden. “Faggot, you got a mouth like a pussy. Anyone ever tell you that?”

To prove his point Jayden began rocking his hips up and down, fucking his dick into my mouth, pushing against my tonsils causing me to gag and cough. That didn’t deter Jayden as he held my head firm with both of his big hands and skull fucked me harder, the head of his dick finally pushing past my gag and lodging in my throat.

“That’s it faggot.” He growled. “Fits good, don’t you think?” I was banging my hands against his hard, unrelenting thighs, unable to breath as my straight roomie used my throat like a fucking fleshlight. After one more, vicious jab at the back of my throat Jayden released the pressure and allowed me up for air.

I leant back briefly, gasping and coughing. Strands of saliva hung in obscene strands from my lips to Jayden’s glistening cock. It was rock hard and bounced as the blood pulsed into it, matching my own heartbeat that was loud in my ears. I looked up at his face and he looked transformed with lust. The usual smile was replaced by a sneer that if anything made him look sexier than ever.

“Get back to work, faggot.” He said before leaning back on the sofa, signalling me to take a more leisurely approach. I started by tonguing his balls and taint, worshipping them as Jayden sat back enjoying the feeling of my warm, wet tongue on his sensitive skin. I sucked each ball gently into mouth, caressing them with my lips and tongue. Jayden was breathing deep and moaning gently and the sound sent bolts through me. I always got off on the appreciative sounds a guy makes when I make him feel good, and at that moment I want to make Jayden feel so, so good.

I left his balls and returned to the business in hand, pulling his fat dick away from his belly and sucking the precum slick head back into my mouth. I began sucking up and down, finding the rhythm that got the best response from Jayden.

“Look up, faggot” Jayden said, interrupting my focus. I glanced up and saw that he had taken his phone out and was holding it with the camera pointed down at me. I paused for a moment, Jayden’s fat dick still half in my mouth. Before I could summon outrage at what he was doing he said. “Tell me how much you like my straight dick, faggot.”

To be honest, with the wine and the situation I was too dumb and horny to do anything but exactly what Jayden said. I pulled off his dick.

“I love your big, straight dick.” I said, still panting.

“Now say it again, but this time do it with my dick in your mouth.” Jayden laughed at this. Fuck, this was getting crazy, but I was so fucking into it I didn’t care how much this alpha, straight muscle dude humiliated me.

Putting his fat dick back in my mouth I answered, as best I could. “I wuff yaw ig sray ick.”

Jayden burst out laughing. “You fucking do don’t you, you dumb faggot.” He said as he pushed his dick deep, hitting my throat again. It was easier this time and in a second I had my nose pressed against Jayden’s pubes. He humped my face like that hard for twenty, thirty strokes, one hand holding my head and the other holding the camera.

“You ready for my load, fag?” Said Jayden, not really asking, though I grunted the affirmative anyway. Suddenly he pulled his cock free of my mouth, working it hard with his hand. “Open wide, bitch.” He said and seconds later I felt the first splatters of his load streak across my face before Jayden found his aim and pumped the rest into my waiting mouth, coating my tongue and lips with straight alpha seed.

“Don’t swallow.” He gasped as his orgasm peaked and subsided, his moans slowing. “Show the camera, slut.” He said before moving the phone for a close up of my face, cum filling my open mouth. It would be a few days before I would see that video but even then I could imagine what a cocksucking slut I must have looked and, dammit, I liked it.

Jayden dropped the phone to one side and took a last deep breath.

“Fuck, that was nice, boy.” He said, returning to a more friendly tone. “I needed that.”

“Er, anytime I guess.” I responded limply. Jayden laughed.

“Yeah, I bet. Good to know I can use that pussy mouth when I want to.” He smiled and glanced at his phone again.

“About, that” I began. “We gotta keep this between us. If Dan found out…” Jayden interrupted me.

“You think I’m not gonna use your pussy mouth whenever I need to, boyfriend not not? We both know that’s not true. Besides, Dan’s gonna know all about it when he checks his phone.” Jayden just sat there with a smug look on his face as what he said sunk in.

“Wait. What? What have you done?” Panic rose in me.

“I sent him that video. You’re my cocksucker now and Dan will either have to accept that or find another fag to be boyfriends with.” His tone was so casual, I couldn’t believe it.

“You can’t do that, you son of a bitch.” I said, making to get up off the floor.

“Down.” Jayden said and, like some hypnotic trigger I sat back down.

“It’s done.” He said. “And I promise you you’ll thank me in the end. I think we just proved that pussy mouth is made for straight dick. I’m right aren’t I, faggot?”

And with that word, that awful word, my dick twitched and I knew he was right.

“You’re right.” I admitted, and felt a sense of relief.

“Good faggot. Now get me another beer. Then, as a reward, I’m gonna let you sniff my feet as you beat of that faggot dick that’s been leaking since I got home. Ain’t I nice?”

******

Inspired by @aussiealpha

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All parts are collected here if you don’t want to scroll for them.

BRAVO, SIR!

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!

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 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!

This is referring to this post from last night about the claiming of a college faggot by a fraternity Alpha.

Yes, I completely agree with you! Alpha Duke is clearly very confident and comfortable with his place in the world, and totally unafraid to take whatever he wants. Our young fag brother has an excellent opportunity to blossom under the firm hand of Alpha Duke’s reign.  

This is a continuation of an ask from August 21, 2018 about the initiation of a new faggot by an Alpha frat brother.

There you are! 

First of all, I don’t want to lose track of you. You can write to me here by sending me messages directly to my Tumblr. You can write to me on Kik (normalsubmissive). You can email me at fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com. 

Also, unless your Tumblr is your exact name, I have no idea how anyone would know who you are. Tumblrs are inherently anonymous. But anyway … please get in touch with me. I have people asking me how you’re doing!

Now to address your question about your Alpha’s sexuality. He is very likely telling you the truth – he’s straight. The thing you’re learning first-hand about Alphas is that they crave domination over others, and this need functions separately from their sexuality (what they are inherently attracted to). Straight Alphas love to be worshiped, love to be served and serviced like gods. And there are few things hotter to them than seeing another male bend a knee in worship to them, because that feeds their ego and fuels their power-based sense of self.  

This is going to require a shift in your thinking, obviously, since you are accustomed to the typical paradigm of sexuality boxes that most people support. In other words, most of society expects a straight Man to fit into the box labelled “straight” that contains all sorts of expectations about what they are or how they are supposed to act. Same goes for the box labelled “gay” or “bisexual” or whatever. 

However, Alphas operate on an entirely different level. Their sexuality isn’t just simply a physical attraction originating from their loins, nor is it simply about having an orgasm with a member of the opposite sex. It’s about POWER. It’s about DOMINATION. That is one of the many things that separate Alphas from other, lesser Men. They cannot be confined by societal expectations, because they are above the rules of Men and operate on a different plane of existence, one reserved for gods.

I could write about this all day long, but I’ll stop there for now. Please get back to me through one of the channels I mentioned above, my brother. You are safe with me, I promise. And thank you for writing back to me! So often, anonymous messages fail to follow-up, and I’m left twisting in the wind. I really appreciate you writing back!

(continued) and he has! I’m not a small guy muscularly and he kept challenging me but I kept saying nah, that he was drunk and I didn’t want to end up hurting him. He apparently took that as an outright dare. Because he stood up and grabbed me and threw me on the floor and began wrestling with me. Eventually I ended up on my stomach with him on top of me and me in a partial headlock. That’s when I noticed his hard cock pressing into me and I was shocked and said “What the hell? You’re hard?!”

He then started grinding in to me and almost growled out “yeah I am. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You like that don’t you?” I protested, of course. because I don’t ever remember looking at him in any way. Remember, I’ve never been aware that I was interested in gay sex. Nevertheless, him grinding into me started making me hard and feeling his muscles tensing around me. I’ve never felt that kind of power and control come from someone else. 

He sat up but kept me pressed on the floor

and pulled down my shorts. He smacked my ass and then I felt it. His warm cock rubbing against the crack of my ass. My heart was going a thousand beats a minute and I just froze. I don’t know what happened. He let my arms go but I still just couldn’t move. I was there with my ass up and presented to him while he pulled a condom out of his jeans and put it on his cock. He was gentle going in but I gasped and tensed up and he then groaned and started going to town on my ass.

After that night he’s had me suck his cock several times and plans to fuck me again. He’s respected that my ass is still sore. But story aside, my main question is…what happened to me? I didn’t expect to just go limp and still while he fucked me. In my ass! I’ve never had anything in there. He was like a wild animal and has been insatiable. And yet so easily I’m ready to please him. And I’ve been looking online which has led me to your Tumblr. It seemed like you may have some answers? Thx

This is the beginning 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.

Wow! This is an incredible story, my new friend! It’s also very well written! I certainly hope it’s true!

First of all, you should be very grateful to your Alpha fraternity brother. He has helped you understand and accept that you are a faggot.

Alphas have highly evolved abilities to sniff out submissive tendencies in others, and they are especially skilled at sussing out faggots even before the faggot understands its own nature. This Alpha frat brother obviously sensed your need to serve him, your need to serve Men. And when you continued to ignore those signals in yourself, he felt the need to take you and force you to confront your truth. He showed great bravery to take that opportunity, but this Alpha sense within him compelled him to make this bold move. Again, you should be grateful. I think deep down you are grateful for what you have discovered.

I know you’re probably experiencing a fair amount of fear right now. You might feel like you’re suddenly falling down the rabbit hole like Alice, unsure of where you’re going to land. But, on the other hand, you sound incredibly calm about what has just happened to you. That’s what I call the “Light Bulb Moment,” when a fag finally understands the deep truth about itself and everything becomes clearer than crystal. You might be experiencing some of that electricity, that excitement, right now. 

It sounds like you have an amazing Alpha to help you along on this brand new journey. You’re very lucky. The fact that he’s allowing your pussy (yes, you now have a pussy!) to heal before he fucks you again shows a special amount of insight and kindness on his part. Even more crucially, he’s having you service his cock orally, which molds you, satisfies your new craving for cock, and scent trains you to his smell. These are important aspects of your new life.

My brother, I promise you are going to be alright. You are experiencing deep, almost genetic fulfillment for the first time in your life. As you continue down this road, you will experience almost euphoric highs in service, for that is why you were born. You will be complete in a way that few others will ever know.

I thank you so much for sharing this story, my brother. I hope I have been a help to you. If you ever need to talk, feel free to contact me here on the Tumblr messenger app, via email (fagsworshipstraights@yahoo.com) or Kik messenger (normalsubmissive). Good luck my friend!

This is continued in a follow-up published a few days later. Read on!

This true story was submitted by a reader. See if you pick up on some key points of instruction I noticed within it.

I have been with men since I was 13. Always aimed to please, and always liked it rough. I always knew I was a power bottom but never knew I was a fag until one day a few years ago.

When I was 24 years old, I was shopping at Walmart for some random stuff when I passed by this very muscular and attractive black man. We made eye contact and then he continued shopping. I found myself following him around the store. After about 10-15 minutes he turned around and told me to leave my shopping cart and come with him to the parking lot. 

I was so nervous and scared but I followed him to his car. He told me to get in the passenger seat and we started to talk. After a few minutes of stuttering and chatting he told me how much I must want him to be following him around. Before I could even think I said that I wanted him more than anything I have ever wanted. He started his car and said he was taking back to his place so I can prove how much I wanted him. 

When I got back to his place he shut the door and forced me to my knees, pulled out his massive cock, and told me to worship him. I sucked his cock for a few minutes before he grabbed my head and started skull fucking me. Even though there were tears streaming down my face and my heart felt like it was gonna come out of my chest, I found myself loving what he was doing to me. After what seemed like forever he pulled out of my throat and pushed me to the ground and told me to beg for it. I did!!! I begged for more and more and that I would do anything for him. He smiled, grabbed my my throat with his hands and spit on my face, called me a faggot and told me to go into his bed and wait for him. 

I got into his bed and he walked in a few seconds later, got on top of me and smacked my face hard. I whimpered but I found myself wanting more. He told me to lay on my stomach with my ass in the air. He spit in my hole and lubed me up. Then he shoved his cock in me. No one had ever been that deep in me before. I let out a whimper again and he smacked my face and told me to take it like the faggot i am. I say yes daddy and he smacked me again and told me to call him Sir. He fucked me for hours off and on, fucking my throat and my hole. He called me whore, faggot, slut, trash, and idk what else. Finally after three or four loads fill my hole and stomach he grabs me and spit on me again. He had me put my number in his phone as faggot6. Then told me to get out. When I asked for a ride he told me to walk back and also told me to answer whenever he texts or calls and be a good faggot. After that I knew I was a faggot. Not just a faggot but his faggot.

I served as his faggot for three years and loved every minute of it. The second time he invited two of his friends and they used my body over and over and over. He was my king and I was his faggot. Even though he moved away, we keep in contact and I occasionally fly out to him to serve him to this day. 

I’m sure many fags have had this experience with alphas and just wanted to share my story:)

A few key teachable moments:

Alphas need to be aware of the faggots around them, and be unafraid to boldly take command of them.

Faggots need to be unafraid to express their need to serve. This faggot bravely followed this Alpha around in order to attract his attention, and once confronted, the faggot surrendered to the commands of the Alpha.

Thanks to my brother @gbwhit6g for sharing this extraordinary story! 

I suppose it was risky, but it worked out. I’ve never been punched or in a fight in my entire life, either, which not only speaks to my perceived harmlessness, but also to the fact that many straight Men will respond to the right stimulation.

tomthedom1980:

As I expected and mentioned in my post earlier today, the entire story of my meeting with Benji is far too long to post on tumblr. The rough draft is over 9,000 words, which is more than twice as long as most of my other Nifty stories. 

Rather than post the entire story here, I’m going to hit the highlights, and you can check out the full version on Nifty when it’s available in a day or two. (As I wrote the summary below, I realized that I included some random details here that didn’t make it into the full story, and I don’t feel like revising the full story to add them right now. That means you’ll have to read both versions to get all the details.)

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Benji
is a 20-year-old college student in Dallas. He contacted me several days ago
after he saw Master Darius reblog a couple of posts
I wrote a long time ago. Apparently Benji read all my old stories on Nifty and
the “Sub of the Day” posts on my old tumblr blog, but he didn’t have the courage to contact me. Part of
the reason he didn’t contact me sooner is that he began reading my
stories when he was only 17. Don’t worry, he got a hard spanking for that
today.

When I opened the door to Benji’s apartment, I found him waiting patiently on his knees wearing only some tight briefs and a butt plug he bought to ensure he’d be loose enough for me to fuck him. He kept his eyes down as I entered the room and removed my shoes. 

When I inspected Benji, I discovered the plug in his pussy and spent a minute or two playing with it. After that, it was time for his spanking. Benji wanted to be spanked hard. In a text before our meeting he said he wanted me to spank him so hard that he was “sobbing uncontrollably.” I’m usually not into punishment that severe, but every now and then, I do it for a fag who really craves it. 

Benji had a special paddle he wanted me to use. Apparently he bought the paddle a couple years ago and has been wanting a man to use it on him ever since. Sometimes he rubs it over his butt and hits himself with it while jacking off. Since it was a special request, I was determined to show Benji I could administer the punishment he needed. 

By the final strike of the paddle against his bare ass, Benji was crying as hard as he told me he wanted to. His ass was deep red with some purple tones. He’ll definitely be remembering that spanking when he sits down for the next few days. 

After the spanking, it was time for me to enjoy Benji’s mouth for a while. I put him on his knees in front of me while I sat on the couch and gave him a couple minutes to slowly work on my dick. It didn’t take long before I couldn’t hold back. He kept looking up at me with the most beautiful blue eyes, and I just had to plant my dick in his throat. I grabbed his head and spent some time fucking past his gag reflex and enjoying him gagging around my cock. 

After a bit of that, I was ready to fuck Benji, but I had a dilemma. As my long-time followers know, I almost always wear a condom to fuck boys. I’ve only made exceptions a couple of times, but Benji begged me to breed him. Benji offered to get tested for STDs before we met, so I knew he was clean, but I still wasn’t sure I wanted to cum inside him. As I thought about it, I told Benji he needed to prove his worth and completely bury my dick in his throat without my help. After asking to change angles, he managed it. He was proving to be a dedicated fag, and I already knew I was going to enjoy him in the future. Ultimately, that’s what made my decision. 

If Benji was going to be a regular fag for me, I would fuck him again (and again and again) in the future. Pretty soon, I’d be wanting to fuck him raw. I decided I might as well start breeding him from the beginning. 

Because the plug Benji bought was silicone, he had to use water based lube with it, and his hole was all sticky. I hate water based lubes, so I made him get in the shower to wash it out. On the way to the bathroom, I decided I’d let him taste my piss while he was in there. Benji told me before we met that he wanted to try drinking from my cock, but he had never done it before and was worried he’d have trouble. Putting him in the bathtub to do it ensured that the inevitable mess could be cleaned up easily. 

Benji made a valiant, albeit brief, effort to drink my piss before he gagged and spit the rest out of his mouth. As he bowed his head, I continued pissing in his hair. After ten seconds or so, he got his mouth back around my dick, but he couldn’t hold the piss in there and make himself swallow it. When he opened his mouth to let all the piss fall out after it flowed across his tongue, I told him to treat my dick like a special faggot water fountain just for him and slurp the piss up as it passed across his lips. That seemed to work for Benji and he eagerly sucked in as much piss as he could. Honestly, it was as hot for me to hear him slurping in my piss to drink it as it was for me to piss directly into his mouth. That doesn’t mean I won’t be working with him on proper piss training in the future. 

When my bladder was empty, I had Benji turn on the water, and I used the removable shower head to spray him down and rinse him off with cold water. Once I decided the piss was washed away and I’d gotten the sticky water based lube out of his boy pussy, I turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry him off. 

Before Benji got out of the tub, I told him to face the wall and put his hands up against it so I could inspect his hole. As I rubbed his skin, I noticed how soft it was and asked if he used a special product to keep it soft. He told me he used coconut oil, which I sometimes use to jack off. That’s when I decided that I would use coconut oil to lube his hole and fuck him. Since I wasn’t using a condom, I didn’t have to worry about oil compromising the latex. Plus, coconut oil is naturally anti-bacterial and makes excellent lube. 

Benji practically ran to his kitchen to get the lube and then met me in his bedroom. I’d told him to get on the bed on all fours with his knees and ass at the edge, and Benji jumped onto the bed excitedly before scooting his ass back over to the edge for me. I lubed us both up and then teased Benji a bit before slowly sliding my dick into him. 

After a few minutes of fucking (changing up the tempo to maximize my enjoyment), I decided the bed wasn’t at a good angle because it put Benji’s pussy a little too high. Since Benji slightly shorter than me, I decided I would fuck him standing up. That would also give me access to his dick so I could make him cum while I fucked him. 

I wanted to make Benji cum while I was fucking him for two reasons. First, it feels amazing when a boy’s pussy involuntarily contracts all over your cock as he cums. Second, Benji deserved a reward for being such a good fag. 

Benji is a very horny 20 year old. He told me he usually jacks off at least 5 times per day and often 6 or 7 times. I hadn’t allowed him to cum since Friday morning because I wanted him extra horny for our meeting. Two days doesn’t sound like a lot, but when you think of it as skipping a dozen orgasms, you can imagine how desperate Benji was to cum by the time I was fucking him. 

Because Benji was so horny, I knew it wouldn’t take much for him to cum. When I grabbed his dick the first time, it immediately throbbed, and I though he might start cumming then. Fortunately, that quick grab wasn’t enough to put Benji over the edge. However, a few minutes later, I was reaching the point of no return. It was time to let Benji shoot his load so that his squeezing pussy could push me over the edge. It only took a couple of strokes before Benji was cumming and his tight hole was milking the cum out of me. It felt amazing. Possibly the best boy pussy I’ve ever had.

After I finished riding out my orgasm, I put Benji on his knees and had him suck my dick clean. Before I left, I laid in bed with him for a while to chat, and he asked me to put the plug back in so he could keep my cum in his hole as long as possible. After today, Benji might be my go-to fag for sex.

A truly wonderful post from @tomthedom1980 about his experience breaking in a new faggot. This is my example of a perfect encounter between an Alpha who is comfortable with his natural power and a faggot who is eager to embrace his servitude. 

Everything is as it should be.

I thank Sir Tom for blessing us once again with his talent and his example!

jerrod99:

He told me he was straight and had never done anything like this before. As I was cumming I told him my favourite thing is turning straight dudes into cocksuckers. 

“Leave my cum on your face while you jerk off.”

When he was done he looked like he regretted the whole thing.

“You’re a cocksucker now. How did you like sucking my cock?”

“I, … I’m not gay. I don’t, … didn’t like it.”

“I didn’t say you were gay, I said you’re a cocksucker which by definition, you are, and you were hard as a rock when I came on your face, so you obviously liked it.  When I told you to sniff my balls, you groaned when you got a whiff of ‘em. You liked that too. And you licked all the sweat and testosterone off them without me telling you to do it”.

Now he looked really uncomfortable. “I gotta go.”

He started to stand up but I put my hand on his head to comfort him and soothe his guilty conscience about what he had just done.  “It’s ok baby, you’ve just got post-cum regret. Stay down there for a minute, I want to squeeze the last drops of cum on your tongue. He stayed down there like an obedient puppy looking up at me for direction.  He was completely lost as the enormity of the implications of sucking my cock was rearranging his neurons. I pried his mouth open and squeezed a drop out.

“Don’t worry sweetie. It can be rough taking a cock in your mouth the first time for some guys, but you’ll learn to love the fact that you like dick, and you’ll crave having guys like me call you a cocksucker. Trust me, it’s all good.”

Then I started scraping all the cum toward his mouth with my other hand. “Open up, sweetheart, we gotta get you cleaned up”.

He opened his mouth. Another cocksucker was born. I smiled.

The end.

This was a really insightful post from @jerrod99. It can be a confusing moment for a faggot the first time he tastes a cock and swallows a Man’s molten load. Everything the faggot previously believed about his life disappears, replaced by a new reality. 

sub4superioralphamale:

I met Scott in my last year of college. I was 19 about to turn 20. He was 25. I had had a few sexual experiences up till then but mostly unsatisfying – I craved a “real man” and most of the out gay guys on campus were great as friends but lets just say we used to joke that when we slept together it was like “bumping pussies.”

I was in a store near campus and this tall manly guy starts talking to me. I didn’t know what was going on. He was six feet, ruggedly handsome, dark hair and eyes, an athletic body and very deep voice. (the alpha in the photo above is what he looked like – he just didn’t have a beard) He seemed totally straight. Me on the other hand – a 5’7” blue eyed, pretty boy with a gymnast body was clearly gay.

The absolute ease and confidence in how he made clear that he wanted me made me swoon – and next thing I knew I gave him my number. The next day he called and told me to meet him at a gay bar/lounge for a drink. He seemed nothing like any of the gay guys I knew. We sat next to each other talking but he would occasionally lean over and whisper in my ear, ‘such a pretty boy – the things I want to do to you” I was achingly hard in my pants the entire time.  Finally  he said, “let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t say where we were going and I didn’t ask. He was clearly in charge and I just followed.  The next thing I knew we were in his apartment. It wasn’t long before we were in the bedroom.  His body was beautiful. A perfectly proportioned ripped muscular six foot hairy body – a perfect jock bubble butt and a big fat heavy hung man cock.

Naked on the bed – he crawled on top of me. And I came – instantly I was that turned on by him! Which he loved. Being 19 I was hard again in a second. He was sexually experienced but I was too tight that first night to get fucked (which he liked) but he assured me we’d get there.

Very soon we became serious boyfriends.

I couldn’t get enough of him. His smell. His manliness. His kinky-ness. I would lick his ass while he was standing at the bathroom sink shaving. He would have me sit under his desk at home and nurse on his dick while he was working. Sometimes he would order me to sleep with his dick in my mouth all night. Or sleep with my face in his ass. Occasionally he would spank me with a belt that he ordered me to crawl naked to give him – me bringing him the belt in my mouth like a dog. 

And when he fucked me I felt complete – I would come every time without touching myself. He would tell me how he was going to get me pregnant. I was in love and lust.

One day he told me that his good friend Dan was really attracted to me and as a gift to him Scott wanted me to have sex with Dan.  I protested but Scott said he would be there with us.  In bed I could see Scott was turned on by how turned on Dan was by me – I wasn’t turned on at all – I just tried to keep looking at Scott.  

Dan decided he wanted to fuck me and just as he was about to enter me – Scott suddenly pushed him away – saying “Nobody fucks him but me” It was a declaration of ownership and I got teary.  Scott took me in his arms and fucked me so intensely, for so long and so hard – saying “your pussy is mine. I own it. No one fucks you but me understand?” I was cunted that nigh in a way that bound me to him so deeply that to this day I still jerk off about it.

But I couldn’t stop finding problems. He was the strong silent type and I kept wishing he was “more fun” (even though I had my gay friends for that)  Or we’d be out and he’d look at or comment on other boys he thought were hot and I wanted all his attention on me.  I try to tell myself it was because I was so young – and maybe that’s true – but in hindsight it seems SO naive and ridiculous on my part.  

I soon moved in with him  and we naturally assumed our roles – I did all the domestic stuff – cooked cleaned – which I loved – but when I was doing the laundry I would occasionally find scraps of paper  in his pockets with someones phone number on it  – or little notes from a guy that indicated they were having sex.

I’d confront Scott about it and he would just say it’s only sex with them but I couldn’t stop being jealous. And he was clear he was not going to stop having sex when and with whoever he wanted. The weird thing was– part of me was also turned on by it.  I had this total stud boyfriend that could fuck who ever he wanted. But I was trapped in old thinking –  I thought we should be faithful to each other. Yes he was the top and I was the bottom but in my mind we were equal.

And this was my fatal mistake.

I didn’t realize that we simply were different animals. We weren’t equal. He was my superior. He was an alpha. He needed to conquer. To rule. I was his sub, his inferior, his boywife.  I only wanted  him and couldn’t see that both could co-exist.  

It’s not like his other sexual escapades affected our time together. Had I not known he was having sex on the side I never would have known from the way he treated me. I was the one he came home to every night. The one he said he loved.  But because he was “unfaithful” I would start to shut down, with-hold sex from him – or become snappy and bitchy. When I look back I feel ashamed at this.

The relationship I now realize ended because I couldn’t surrender to the truth. I couldn’t accept my place. I believe if I had, we would still be together. There was an insatiable physical attraction between us and a deep psychological one too. I just couldn’t accept my inferior status and give him the freedom he needed to be a real man. And he didn’t have the language or the understanding of his own superiority – his own alpha-ness to explain this. 

Learning this lesson,  now years later I can serve a superior man fully – in the way that is his birthright – either as a fag to my straight Home Depot Alpha or to a gay alpha who is out there somewhere looking for his boywife to serve him and treat him like the king he is. 

The point is, once we accept who we are – and embrace the status nature has determined for us – everything falls into place. Serve superior men. You will reap many rewards and finally be fulfilled.

A very thoughtful and beautifully-written piece by “Home Depot fag” about his first experience in a relationship with an Alpha. This is now Home Depot fag’s new Tumblr blog, so I look forward to reading more from him!

I received a wonderful message from an Alpha today named @mshp. He shared his experience with a college roommate who slowly revealed himself to be a faggot. I’ll have a few comments afterwards.

I have been reading your posts about eager slaves seeking to submit to their alpha buddies. Having experienced this as an alpha, I can offer my experience.

My college roommate was obsessed with My Feet and Socks that I realized slowly and subconsciously first. He was always submissive and helpful to Me even though he was a little older and came from very powerful family. I remember in the early days I felt impressed by his humility and slightly worried how I enjoyed him serving me.

First time I confronted him about sniffing My ripe Socks, I must admit I was disgusted by him and disappointed for him. 

Strangely, it also awakened something in Me. My alpha power over him. At that time I worried if this sense Superiority and power I felt would diminish my “goodness” and become a big character flaw… what helped Me to accepting my alpha superiority is my slaves honesty about his desires and that he really needed My powerful Feet to own him. I knew that I might be the best Master he could have. 

 So slaves approach your alpha honestly but be prepared. Give Him time and also answer questions. If he is a true friend he wants to know if he will do permanent damage to you, and also attract Him with ways of submitting and being useful. Start by simple slow requests. Deep down he loves that power over you but you can only awaken that in a true alpha…

This is a very powerful reminder that the Alpha/fag association is a symbiotic one. Both the Alpha and the fag develop their own understandings of their role as they continue. In this case, the Alpha embraced his true role in the world, but it really took a fag’s fearless honesty to help the Alpha do that. 

So never be afraid to be honest about your desires. Great things can happen if you are!

The day before Christmas I received a series of messages from a brother in Spain named @escalvo-detusexo . We had a bit of a conversation, because I wanted to make sure it was okay to publish his letter. 

This brother brings up an interesting question about the needs many Alphas have sexually. Here is what he wrote:

First of all, I have grown a lot in these years since I follow your blog and I have learned to be a good sub from an Alpha man. I am so grateful to you. For 2 months my life has changed a lot. Mid-morning at the time of rest (very usual from Spain) I go to breakfast at a bar near my place of work…There, I began to coincide with a 30-year-old policeman who works as security in a bank on the same street. I was not able to look him in the eyes, I tried to hide but if he looked at me, 

I ended up lowering my head flushing with shame. 

He got to know about me and where I worked (in my country, the waiters give a lot of information, and finally, we had an appointment and a meeting. He told me the first day: “My pregnant wife is going to give birth in a few weeks and I need to have a lot of sex, I warn you. She can not give it to me, I hope you can give me what you like.” I thought it was a one-time sexual encounter, a simple relief from him. 

It took him a week to get back in touch with me and, ever since, our relationship has become harder and narrower. He subjects me to hard athletic training and a lot of physical and mental discipline. We have a lot of sex but there is something that baffles me: he always needs to establish a kind of struggle, a game mode with struggle and submission with me until I reach the limit and get red or furious. Then, he fucks me very hard and enjoys it. 

He does not use excessive violence (verbal, yes) but he does seem to need this ritual of struggle and use force to have sex with me. Why does he do this if he knows that I am going to accompany him in the same way? Forgive me for the extension and for my poor level of English. A big hug and Merry Christmas.

Thank you for this, my brother. And by the way, your English is excellent!

Alphas and Men in general do need some amount of aggressiveness in their sexual encounters. There are varying levels of what that might involve – choking, spanking, slapping, name calling, spitting – but many Men love any number of these types of actions. 

Why do they like it? Well, we must remember that Men are the dominant creatures on the Earth, and that animal instinct for domination still lives within them no matter how “cultured” they pretend to be in public. Men love inferiors to submit to them, but it’s even more exciting if they can take it from them. There’s that great line from Jurassic Park: “A T-Rex doesn’t want to be fed … he wants to hunt.” Men are very much like that.

It really does sound like you have an awesome Alpha! Hopefully he can continue to use you as his personal faggot after the baby is born!

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.

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.  

The rise of Alpha Pierce has been fun to experience. This straight Alpha had never owned a faggot before accidentally stumbling into a conversation with me about the subject. Now he has enslaved his faggot roommate Lou.

Alpha Pierce wrote to me Monday to let me know the latest development:

So yesterday
(Sunday) I was kinda overloaded with homework due for today (Monday). It
was like ~9 o clock when I got around to finally doing it. One
painfully dull and long hour later I checked, I had only done about a
fifth of it.

I leaned back in my chair, stretched, rubbed my eyes and
groaned loudly: “FUUUCK”. My other roommates were either too high or
passed-out-drunk to care. Except Lou. He quietly came to my room,
silently creeped up behind me, then placed one of his hands on my either
one of my shoulders.

Rubbing circles into my back, he asked in a hushed
tone, “What is it?”

“I got heaps of shit to do and I’m really stressed” I honestly and tiresomely answered.

Both
of us were doing the same course (mathematics) and he, despite being
younger than me, was a year ahead of me. Politely, he offered his help.
He worked much faster than me, and even wrote the rough draft for a
dissertation (the importance of Euclid) for me.

By the time we finished
it was only 11:30. I turned to him and said, “Thanks a lot bro, you did a hella good job. If there’s any way I can repay you, let me know.”

“Actually,
I think you could return the favor right now,” Lou replied, while biting
his lip and bringing his hand down to my crotch.

Graciously,
I gave him a warm smile, and grabbed a pillow from my bed. I laid the
pillow on the floor in front of me and gestured for him to kneel on it.
He comfortably took position between legs, unzipped my jeans, and sucked
me off. This time, I came ON his face.

Having finished, I told him to
clean himself up and go to bed (I noticed he was masturbating and also
had his on cum on his stomach when he got up). I slept heavily and
peacefully that night.

Remarkable evolution, isn’t it?

Since sending me this message, Alpha Pierce has asked several questions about the mechanics of anal sex. He told me he’s too large for most women to try it, and he’s unsure if he can fuck his faggot (a virgin) with such a fat dick. I assured him that it is his right to take this, so his faggot needs to get ready to be fucked by this glorious new Alpha!

So neighbor fag wrote me multiple messages today (why not use the submission link?) which I have laboriously strung together into a coherent account:

Neighbor fag again. When my Alpha fucked 30 women during the week I
completed His work project, one of them was a married woman whose
husband is a cuck. After she was serviced by my Bull Alpha, she of
course began blowing up His phone begging to come back. He told her He
would only allow her back in His bed under a few conditions: (1) she
stops taking the pill, (2) she brings her husband to my apartment during
her next session, and (3) she visits each weekend until she’s pregnant.
I about
fainted when Sir came over last week and calmly outlined this plan to
me. His virility makes my fagclit tingle, and now He’s allowing me to
become an integral part of His breeding? It was almost too much to
handle.

Anyways, Saturday night was the night. Husband and wife show up
at my door. Wife looks like a supermodel. Husband is a very good looking
buff man. He looks nervous as hell. She looks excited as hell. Clearly
this is a well established cuckold relationship. So I fix him a drink,
and his wife leaves. We sort of make chitchat for awhile, and I can tell
he’s incredibly uncomfortable, so I ask him if he’d like to help me
complete some of my chores while we wait. He agrees that’s better than
nothing, so we start some laundry and then begin some meal prep.

Halfway
through meal prep, we begin to hear sounds next door. His wife is
obviously getting the fuck of her life from my Stud. I’m beaming with
pride, the husband not so much. I ask him if it bothers him to hear, and
he says, 
“No I need to hear this.” That’s when it dawned on me: this man isn’t so
different from me. No, I don’t have a wife, but we’re both well aware
of our places in the food chain, so to speak. I love hearing my Alpha at
work because it reinforces my place as a faggot. He loves hearing my
Alpha at work because it reinforces his place as an inferior male.

So we
finished the chores, finished our drinks, and his wife soon came by
again to pick him up. When he left he looked much less nervous, almost
like he had come to grips with what was happening while he was in my
care. It made me incredibly proud, not only because of the wildly hot
event happening next door, but because I felt like I had, once again,
served my Alpha in an indirect way. Through calm comfort and
companionship, I helped an inferior male accept his place beneath my
Alpha.

As he left, he gave me a hug, a grin, and a “well, maybe I’ll see
you next week.” I have a feeling he won’t, as I’m confident my Man’s
seed took hold

and completed the task. But if not, I’ll happily provide a shelter for
this man while his wife satisfies nature’s order. I want so badly to be
able to provide additional service of this manner to my Alpha neighbor,
but I’m not sure how to subtly suggest to Him that He should begin
regularly cuckolding inferior men and impregnating their wives. He
clearly already has an interest in that. Brother, any advice on how to
make myself more available for this new hobby my Man seems to have?
  

Frankly, I thought you did a good job with this encounter. I’m not sure how you can do any better. Perhaps if you get a chance to speak with him, you might ask him if he enjoyed that cuckolding experience (sounds like he did) and if he has any further interest in continuing it with other couples.

Nice job!   
   

In my last update on Alpha Pierce (March 26, read here) I told how this straight young Alpha had confronted his roommate over some obvious faggot behavior. After some encouragement from me, Alpha Pierce discovered that his roommate Lou was, most likely, a faggot and interested in serving. Poor Lou just didn’t know it … yet.

I received a message from Alpha Pierce two nights ago. He said that he came home horny, went to his room, and got naked in preparation for a masturbation session.

Then he remembered his roommate Lou was home and in its bedroom.

So Alpha Pierce walked to Lou’s room and stood in the doorway, his massive uncut cock rock hard. Lou was texting a friend while lying on its bed in its underwear. After a few seconds, Alpha Pierce cleared his throat to get Lou’s attention. And when Lou looked over his shoulder and saw this dominant Man in its doorway, a little smile crossed its lips.

Alpha Pierce strode over to the bed. He quickly pulled Lou onto its back, its head hanging over the end of the bed. Then Alpha Pierce forcefully throatfucked the fag “like a fucking Fleshlight.” After a while of this, Alpha Pierce filled Lou’s throat with cum, turned, and started to leave. Alpha Pierce said he noticed a huge smile on Lou’s face as the fag swallowed the sweet Alpha load.

Alpha Pierce’s final thought on the encounter: “Definitely better than masturbating.”

Yesterday Alpha Pierce was asking me about fucking the fag’s pussy, and the troubles he might expect from fucking a virgin faggot with his thick, heavy Alpha cock. Ultimately I don’t think it really matters. Lou is now officially serving a hot young Alpha, and this Alpha is clearly going to take whatever he wants from his new faggot.

You may remember this post from early March about a straight Alpha I accidentally met on Kik (read here). After that initial conversation, we continued to exchange ideas. He seemed much more receptive about the idea that he may, in fact, be Alpha.

Since it’s clear this is going to be a continuing story, I will name this Alpha “Pierce.” That’s a pic of his cock above.

A little over a week ago Alpha Pierce contacted me to ask about some strange behavior from one of his roommates, a shy kid we will name Lou. Alpha Pierce told me that Lou had loaned him his cell phone charger, but every so often Lou would come into Alpha Pierce’s room to retrieve it. But Alpha Pierce was now disturbed, as Lou had entered his room while he was jerking off. Then, a few days later, Lou entered Alpha Pierce’s room while he was in the middle of loudly fucking some random girl. Alpha Pierce didn’t realize Lou had done that; the girl mentioned Lou’s presence in the room after they were finished.

Alpha Pierce asked me what I thought of this situation. I told him I thought Lou might be a faggot who is interested in serving Alpha Pierce in some way. Alpha Pierce immediately brushed this suggestion aside, insisting that Lou wasn’t like that.

Then the next day Alpha Pierce told me that the tied up condom full of his cum was missing out of the trash can, and Lou was the only one in the house. I repeated my assertion that Lou was indeed a faggot. Now Alpha Pierce was getting weirded out by the situation, as he couldn’t understand why Lou would do something like that.

I begged Alpha Pierce to go easy on Lou. I explained that Lou is probably terrified and just coming to grips with his need to serve. Alpha Pierce agreed, but he was determined to talk to Lou when he had the first chance to do so.

That conversation happened last night. Here is the text Alpha Pierce sent me about it today:

He came back home at like 11pm last night the conversation went something like this:

Me: [in the doorway of his room] So, we noticed you entered my room while me and my girl were going at it.

Lou: [stops what he was doing and visibly tenses]

Me: [now slowly walking toward him] was it also you who came in my room, last Wednesday while I was masturbating?

Lou: [remains silent and still not facing me]

Me: [right behind him now] and who took the thing in my trash?

Lou: [shaking his head and turning around] please don’t tell-

Me:
[putting a hand on his shoulder] don’t worry. We’ll discuss this later.
But for now. [i pass him twenty bucks] get me a new charger.

After that I left with a wink. Think I did well. I’ll keep you posted.

I think this was a friendly and easygoing way for Alpha Pierce to handle Lou’s burgeoning curiosity while also embracing his position as Alpha. This is an important moment in the development of any straight Alpha. Once they understand that they are truly an object of worship for all inferior humans, they start to understand that they really own the world.

And that’s a beautiful moment.

I receive a lot of messages from faggots who fear retribution if they make the first move on a straight friend. It can be scary, but being brave about it can yield amazing results.

I received this message from a reader:

Wednesday night a buddy of mine, for ease I’ll just say Rick and I went to the movies to chill, you know – hang out, have a good time, probably grab some drinks afterwards. Well, we’re in the theater, everything is fine enough, but I’m clearly enjoying the movie more than he is. Not that it was great, but I wasn’t entirely bored with it like he was. (If you/your readers are curious The Belko Experience overall is just so-so).

Before I continue, here’s a bit of backstory: Rick knows I’m gay but he didn’t know that I was a faggot (even though I offer to pay for his drinks, we live together and I always do his laundry for him and cook for him). He somehow just thought I was “Being a bro.” Or perhaps he was just used to the treatment as he is VERY clearly an alpha. He’s competitive, smart, confidence through the roof, and usually has women practically spreading their legs as soon as he approaches them in a bar. I always hear him fucking them through the house. I’ve even walked in on him fucking one in our kitchen. The way he took her from behind was breath-taking. One of his hands was wrapped in her hair, the other on her hip and he was doing what Men do. If he hadn’t of been wearing a condom she would have walked away with his seed probably already starting to take hold.

When I walked in on them when this happened, he saw me out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t care. He grinned and, if anything, started fucking her faster. Grunting, talking dirty, slapping her ass. I was surprised (though I shouldn’t have been) that it was almost like he was putting on a show. And I was also shocked at how aroused I got. Straight porn has never really been my thing, but seeing it on Pornhub and seeing it in person are two different worlds. I watched for maybe 30-60 seconds before leaving the room so she wouldn’t have seen me and freaked out. I’d hate to have robbed him of that.

A few days after that “incident” we were relaxing as he flipped through Netflix options and he out of the blue said that he was horny and should probably call “one of his sluts” over. But that it was late and none of them were probably willing but that he just really needed a mouth, and he grabbed his cock through his shorts and laughed as he moved his hand along his length once or twice before letting go and never taking his eyes off of the Netflix screen. I should have made my move then, but I didn’t want to cross any boundaries.

Cut back to the movie theater: Those times and others like them kept playing in my mind as I saw him sitting there. We were essentially alone in the theater. His musk, I guess you could say, so strong next to me. I couldn’t help it. I took a breath and I slowly reached my hand over to his lap.

At first, his thigh muscle tensed up and I felt my stomach twist in to knots, but he didn’t move. I gather my courage and look at him and he’s already staring back, focused. So I keep moving my hand and run my fingers over his zipper and along to the side. After a few seconds I gave a gentle squeeze and his eyes narrowed a bit in the dark, but he still wasn’t saying a word.

I move the armrest between us to its up position and scoot a bit closer and slowly unzip/unbutton his jeans. My hands are a bit shaky still, because, sure he’s let me get this far, but maybe he’s just messing with me? He just wants to see how far his gay friend will actually take it.

My answer wasn’t far away, as soon as I pulled his half-hard cock out from his pants, he finally spoke and said “If you’re going to suck it, then get down there and suck it, faggot.” And boy was I happy to oblige! I nodded and dropped out of the seat in front of him and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. Sliding my tongue up and down his shaft and around the tip and back down again. Once I heard Rick suck in a breath I knew I was doing my job. He grabbed my head and slowly pushed himself in to my mouth and throat and started quietly fucking my throat as smoothly as he could. I was in fag bliss and as far as I know the couple that was near the front ahead of us never suspected a thing. (we were in the backish-middle rows)

When he was ready to cum, he grabbed hold of my hair and whispered, “Swallow it, faggot. Don’t you dare spit it out.” As if I would ever dream of it?! Like a good servant I took it all, it was hot, thick, and perfect.

I ended up sucking him off again later that night while he played games, and again Thursday morning before we went to work. I’ll let you know about more if anything new happens! If you want to hear about it lol

This is a wonderful experience, brother! Nice job showing the proper courage!

I’m interested in the fact that “Rick” was immediately calling you a faggot once you started sucking him. The straight Men I know who would be willing to live with a gay male usually have a pro-gay mindset and wouldn’t use the word “faggot” so easily. I’m curious about that.

Thanks for sharing!

UPDATE: The faggot contacted me to add this:

I’m the fag who submitted about Rick. I think he may have been at ease
using it (the term faggot) because he uses it around his other friends. I’ve never heard
him use it in a derogatory way to describe gay people though. And on top
of all that, we’re both pretty frank and open about our sexual
experiences and I’ve mentioned to him how I loved hearing someone I was
with say that to me while we fucked. So he may have just had it in mind?
I can ask him about it! But thank you for allowing me to share!
       
   

The first two Alphas I ever served were very aggressive throat fuckers and quite verbal. The experience I had with these two Alphas helped me overcome gag reflex issues and helped me to accept that I was really a faggot.

These two Alphas also taught me that, for the most part, straight Men have a sort of disgust for cocksuckers. Don’t get me wrong – these Men absolutely love the service cocksuckers provide for them, and they’d use cocksuckers all day every day if they could. But still, these Men are looking down on the fallen nature of the cocksucker. When a Man sees a cocksucker kneeling before him with his cock in its mouth, the Man feels a sort of pity or disgust. The cocksucker isn’t a Man, but a degraded form of male that the Man uses for pleasure. The natural respect a Man feels for another Man isn’t there, replaced by a loathing.

My first two Alphas had that kind of disgust. They would force fuck my mouth and then get rid of me after they were finished. No matter what I tried to do to make them appreciate me (and of course, I fell deeply in love with my first Alpha), that bond of friendship and respect had been broken. I was now a “thing” to them.

My third Alpha was a bit different. We will call him Pete for the sake of this article. Pete was a very confident Alpha Male, muscular and easygoing with a killer smile of bright white teeth (I have something of a fetish for teeth). Pete considered himself to be bisexual, although he dated girls much more than guys. And Pete absolutely loved to get his cock sucked by almost anyone.

When Pete first took me on as his cocksucker, I was expecting the usual face fucking. But Pete surprised me that first time by stretching out on a couch, his legs spread, while I took his cock into my mouth. I looked up at him, and he watched me intently. He placed his hand on my head, but he was never aggressive. He told me again and again how good I felt on his cock.

My time with Pete allowed me to appreciate the wonders of a cock. That first taste of the cock head, the sponginess of it stiffening into a ram. The way his balls smelled musty, the testosterone circling around my nostrils like perfume. The feeling of his foreskin moving over the thick, rigid shaft below. The way his cock opened my throat, possessing me. The insistent sound of his moans as I brought him to the edge. The warm thick cum gushing into my mouth and down my throat, every drop precious to me.

Again and again I experienced this with Pete, and I realized something about cocksuckers like me: we are born to service Men this way. It fulfills the deepest longing in our souls to take a Man into our throats and service him. Every time Pete would smile down at me as I put his cock into my throat, my heart would well up with pride and exaltation. It is powerful beyond words to true cocksuckers.

I know that many straight Alphas reading this might think that they would never use a faggot for cocksucking. They might think they could never find a faggot attractive enough to allow it to service them. But I encourage these Alphas to consider that owing and using a faggot cocksucker is truly the one way you can receive the worship you deserve. If you believe you are a god, then allow faggots to worship your cock, your body, your very being.

Because faggot cocksuckers are born for this purpose. Do not pity them. They are put on this Earth to worship the glories of Men. And when they get the opportunity to worship, they do so with all of their heart. You are not using a faggot, you are fulfilling it.

You may remember the hot anonymous message I received at the beginning of this month (read here) about a faggot who has been serving his straight virile neighbor. I later posted a longer update from the faggot (read here) describing how it came to serve this glorious Alpha in the first place.

Well, the faggot sent me another multi-piece anonymous message (hey faggot, you can submit posts to me here) updating me on current events with this Alpha. Here it is, meticulously assembled by me:

I’m the fag who messaged you awhile ago about living next door to the
Alpha who freely knocks up women. I clean His apartment, etc., so He can
focus on breeding.

Anyways, He had a huge work project this past week
that He was supposed to dedicate the entire week to completing. His
bosses told Him to work from home the whole week so He could isolate
Himself and really make some progress completing this huge (it really
was huge) work project. He was at my place last weekend having a drink
and

telling me all about it, and He taught me about the work and what was
needed to complete the project. We don’t work in the same field (at
all), but I’m a quick learner and picked up on the task pretty easily.

So I took a week’s vacation from my own job and stayed home and
completed the whole project for Him. It really was not easy since I
don’t work in His field, but Friday morning He reviewed it, thought it
was high enough quality to put His name on it, submitted it to His
bosses, and got rave

reviews. So much so, in fact, that He thinks He might get a slight raise
or promotion, or at a minimum, be assigned similar projects of high
consequence in the future.

I was so happy to have helped Him achieve
such a goal. But what really made me happiest of all was giving Him
essentially a week of vacation to do what He does best: breed. The Man
must have had sex over 30 times which, of course, I could hear as I was
working on His project. All condomless, as usual. I’ll be anxious to
learn how many of the women got knocked up. It’s so wrong, but I hope He
became a father at least a few times while I was serving Him in such a
significant way last week.

And one last thing, brother: I saw you
received some doubter messages after my last submission. To those
faggots I say, fine, keep doubting. Keep assuming what I’m saying isn’t
true. Because while you’re sitting in a corner doubting and criticizing,
I’m living a true life of service to a real Man that you, too, could be
serving.
        

I want my faggot readers to focus on those two highlighted sentences in particular. This faggot took the initiative by using its vacation to complete an important task for its Alpha, time that was obviously well spent since the Alpha received exceptional praise for the project.

But equally important is that second sentence – you cannot be fulfilled while sitting around dreaming about serving an Alpha. You must go out and do it.

Thanks for the update, brother!

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!

One night in my early twenties I went out for drinks with an older friend at a local bar. Unbeknownst to me, my friend had also invited one of his friends, a Man named Ken that I hadn’t ever met before. Ken was about 24 years older than me, with a nice square jaw and a full head of dark hair highlighted nicely with streaks of grey. After a few hours there were several others drinking with us, but Ken and I seemed to hit it off well and we spent a lot of time chatting.

At the time I was a young faggot with some lingering amount of attitude about being a young faggot. I thought having sex with “old guys” was too gross for a young, firm faggot like me. So while I enjoyed talking to Ken and thought he was reasonably attractive, I never really considered having sex with him. Besides, Ken was divorced with two young girls.

Ken was a mechanic, and I had mentioned over drinks how I was having trouble with the power windows in the old clunker I was driving at the time. Ken offered to come by and take a look at it some time, and gave me his number. So one hot afternoon I called Ken to see if he had time to take a look at it. He told me he would stop by after work.

Ken arrived at my apartment complex around six in the evening. I was waiting for him. He stepped out of his car wearing a grease-stained uniform and those grey work pants mechanics often wear. He had these big black work boots on that made his feet look enormous. He looked so confident as he strode up to me and firmly shook my hand.

Ken took my door apart while splayed out across my front seat, often handing me tools to hold as I leaned over him. He eventually took out the broken motor that once operated the window.

While Ken was putting the door together, I asked him if he wanted any money for his efforts.

“No, I want you to take care of me,” he said bluntly. My heart stopped, and I didn’t really know what to say.

Ken noticed my shock. “Bob (our mutual friend) told me you’re gay already,” he said in a soothing tone. I relaxed a bit, but was still unsure of what to do next.

“Let’s go inside,” Ken ordered.

So we went into my apartment. Ken pushed me to my knees just inside the door, took out his fat cock, and put it in my mouth. I sucked him while he aggressively pumped my mouth, grunting and groaning. I remember drooling all over myself as Ken’s firm hand on the back of my head wouldn’t allow me to recover.

Then he flatly told me that he wanted to fuck me, lifted me to my feet, pulled me into the bedroom. He gently (but firmly) tossed me onto my stomach. I quickly undid my jeans, which came off easily with the help of a hard yank from Ken. I heard him behind me opening a condom. Then Ken straddled me and pushed his cock into me. I let out a little yell, and Ken reached up and put his hand over my mouth. I could smell the grease on his hands while they were over my mouth and around my neck. He would lay his heavy, hairy body onto me, pinning me in place while he pumped me. Finally with a loud groan he came, his body convulsing powerfully. After a while he pulled out of me. “Damn that felt good,” he said proudly as he cleaned himself up. I laid there and watched him strut around while he got dressed. Then he left without saying much of anything.

After that day Ken would occasionally come by and use me. He would whisper “you’re my dirty faggot” in my ear while he fucked me (it was always me on my stomach for whatever reason). He seemed to relish the idea of having a fuckhole to use however he liked.

It ended one afternoon when Ken stopped by my apartment unexpectedly and saw that I had a male friend over. Later in an angry phone call Ken accused me of cheating on him (I wasn’t). Ken wasn’t jealous about me seeing other Men, but rather he insisted that he wasn’t “getting AIDS from some slutty faggot” before hanging up. I never saw him again.

From Alpha Ken I learned that older Alphas are powerful creatures to serve. I also learned that true Alphas are not afraid to take what they want regardless of possible consequences or the opinions of others. Alphas have needs, and they expect those needs to be satisfied by inferiors. Even though I was humiliated by the way it ended, I’m still very happy that it happened at all.

Frequent readers of this blog may remember a true story in
July about a young faggot who began serving its straight Alpha
landlord (read here). After several attempts, I finally managed to contact the fag
to find out how things were progressing.

The fag wrote me the following:

The situation with the Landlord is going really well. He hasn’t fucked me yet, and may never, but
that’s OK, he knows he can if he wants, and it’s up to him. I douche
quickly every time he texts me to come up to be ready in any case.

Sexually, it’s all oral (or manual), and he needs it around 3 times a
week. And that frequency hasn’t been affected by the couple times he’s
had women spend the night (I’m just downstairs, you know…)

Like I told
you, he gets very dominant and verbal, and that’s only increased as
time has passed.  I really feel like I serve the function of letting him
express his dark, abusive side. He’s such a nice guy, you can tell, but
he has this need to dominate that he likely doesn’t express in daily
life or with women, so it feels like my job is to provide that outlet
for him. Tho he’s gotten a bit physically abusive, I’m really not
worried about, as I can sense he wouldn’t hurt me, and after he comes,
the abusive guy in him kind of disappears. He lets me lie against him
and he strokes my hair a bit.  Like he appreciates me for getting him
off, but I think also for taking care of his secret need and doing it
with discretion.

I’m still going in to clean when he’s out for the day,
and am really proud of keeping his place looking good. I root around and
find out stuff about him, and he surely knows I do. He’s been with some
beautiful women (there are pix), and he’s, no surprise, successful in
his work, much loved and honored in his organization. Has a big
classical music collection on CD.  

Though I’ve not said this to him,
I’ve made a choice to serve only him as long as it lasts. No other men on
the side. I know this can’t go on forever, and I just hope I can enjoy
every moment of it now and be ready when it’s over to move on.  There’s
of course a temptation to fall in love with this man, especially when
I’m lying there and he’s stroking my head. I remind myself that I’m his
servant, his toilet cleaner, that he calls me a cum dump when he’s
violently skull-fucking me, in an effort not to get too attached.  But
some attachment is unavoidable. If you saw him you’d understand.

I’m so proud of this faggot for maintaining the proper outlook on the situation while giving great service to this straight stud! And you know the faggot is doing a good job because this Alpha, so sweet-natured in public, is unleashing his darker, animal desires with his faggot. This is emotionally freeing for an Alpha and the source of tremendous pleasure for him.

Keep up the good work, brother!

I have a friend named Tim. He’s an Alpha. He looks like a
dirty blonde replica of Jared Leto, except with a beard and a massive
upper body. I met him when he was very young, and we’ve maintained a
good friendship ever since.

Today we got into an argument
over the candidacy of Donald Trump. Much to my chagrin, Tim very much
supports Trump and his positions, and I … don’t. So we spent an hour
or so bickering over some of the points currently strangling the news
cycle.

During the conversation Tim insisted that large nations
need to have Alpha Males in charge in order to compete on the world
stage. In Tim’s mind, Trump is that Alpha Male.

Tim doesn’t often
discuss his Alphahood or his thoughts on Alphas (he knows I’m a faggot),
so I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to grill him about this.

So I asked him if he really believed Trump was an Alpha. “In the business world, without question,” Tim replied.

“Are you basing it on his supposed success in business?” I asked.

“Not at all,” Tim replied. “I base it on the respect he demands from other businessmen. That’s what makes an Alpha.”

Of
course, Trump doesn’t really receive any respect from real businessmen
(people like Mark Cuban or Warren Buffet think he’s a joke), but now I
was curious. You see, my lost Alpha Jake (read here)
once said something very similar years ago. When I asked Jake what made
a real Man, he said he felt it was “the respect I earn as a Man from
those who know me.”

I explained to Tim that non-Alphas,
women, and faggots generally think Alphas are defined by their
confidence and their ability to take charge. Tim laughed at my use of
the word “faggot,” but he also said he understood. But he added that “we
don’t look at ourselves that way.”

I found this random
conversation interesting. First of all, it reveals how deeply Alphas
meditate on their own Alphahood. Also, Tim, like Jake and others I’ve
spoken to, consider the respect of other Men to be the defining aspect
of their Alphahood. But for the rest of us, that respect isn’t as
important as their unshakable confidence and power.

Alphas
and their servants may have different perspectives, but they come to
agree on one thing: Alphas are unique among Men, gods defined by their
internal power and how they affect the world around them.

Now it’s time for an update on the ever-changing world of Texas Alpha!

When we last heard from Texas Alpha, his primary fag (fag #1) had returned to college and was servicing Texas Alpha’s friend Trent whenever Texas Alpha gave Trent permission to use his prized faggot. Meanwhile, Texas Alpha was still being served by fag #2.

It seems that fag #2 was having trouble obeying Texas Alpha’s orders, constantly questioning him and complaining. So, of course, Texas Alpha (who can have anyone he wants) dismissed the faggot. Always obey your Alphas, brothers! That’s a hard lesson to learn, but helpful in the long run.

But don’t worry about Texas Alpha – he’s already grooming his next faggot slave. You may remember an incident from a few months ago where Texas Alpha met a cute muscle bottom at a local straight bar, took it into a Port-A-Potty, and barebacked it. In my last update, I mentioned that Texas Alpha again saw that muscle fag at the same bar as he was leaving, so Texas Alpha didn’t have any time to use the fag again.

Well, Texas Alpha was at the bar with some friends recently when he saw the muscle fag there. The muscle fag respectfully kept its distance, but Texas Alpha said the fag was watching him intently the entire time.

Eventually, Texas Alpha had to piss, so he went out to the Port-A-Potty. As he was walking, he heard someone behind him. When he turned to look, he saw the muscle fag following him at a respectful distance.

“What do you want, fag?” said Texas Alpha.

The faggot apologized. Then the faggot explained that it had been spending every weekend night since their encounter at that bar, desperately hoping to see Texas Alpha there again (I like this fag’s tenacity!). The faggot asked Texas Alpha for his phone number.

“I have to piss, faggot,” said Texas Alpha, “so let’s see how useful you are and then we will see about you getting my number.” Texas Alpha motioned toward the bathroom door.

Once inside, Texas Alpha locked the door. Then Texas Alpha pushed the fag to its knees and ordered it to unzip his pants. The fag took out Texas Alpha’s magnificent cock and (as Texas Alpha instructed) pointed it at the toilet. Texas Alpha unleashed a massive stream of piss.

Once Texas Alpha finished, he told the fag to shake off his dick. However, the fag took Texas Alpha’s cock down its throat. Texas Alpha pushed the fag off of his cock and reminded the fag that it can only suck his cock when he allows it. Then Texas Alpha face fucked the fag for a minute before returning to his friends.

Before Texas Alpha returned to his table, he told the faggot to wait for him on the parking lot. So Texas Alpha finished drinking with his friends, and the fag obediently waited until closing. After the bar closed, Texas Alpha told the fag to drive him to the fag’s place. Once there, Texas Alpha practically raped the fag and unloaded a massive cumshot up the fag’s hungry hole. Afterwards, Texas Alpha told the fag to drive him home.

All of this detail came out of a conversation Texas Alpha had with me today as he tries to decide if he wants to take on this muscle sub as a second faggot. I emphatically encouraged Texas Alpha to do so. This muscle faggot demonstrates the proper understanding of its place, and is willing to work hard to please an Alpha. I certainly think this muscle fag would be a fine addition to Texas Alpha’s growing stable of worshipers, don’t you?

At the beginning of the year I met a nice young fag in Hawaii named George. At the time, George wanted help finding an Alpha there, so I gave him a few tips, confident that a fag like him would have no trouble finding an Alpha to serve.

George eventually did find an Alpha and became his houseboy. The Alpha is very sexual and fucked George at least twice every day. George loved the Alpha’s rut so much that George would often have full-blown orgasms during it. Like any good fag, George was concerned about accidentally cumming in front of its Master, but apparently the Alpha loved it. A Man enjoys seeing that his cock provides such pleasure.

Recently George contacted me and told me something a bit disturbing. It seems that George’s Alpha started renting George out to six of his friends. George did cleaning for these friends, and they often fucked George as well.

But then George admitted the real problem: some of the Alpha’s friends were punching George in the stomach and face while using it. George was confused and obviously upset about this. George felt like it couldn’t approach the Alpha and tell him what was happening. The fag had reasoned that this was the kind of violent behavior it deserved (or that the Alpha condoned) despite providing excellent service.

I was quite upset. I asked George if it had discussed this with its Alpha, and George said it hadn’t. I practically commanded George to open up to the Alpha and tell him what was going on.

So George did tell the Alpha the entire truth. And, as I hoped, the Alpha angrily cut off his friends from ever touching his faggot again.

This is a truth about real Alphas. They have a powerful instinct to protect the weak and watch over the safety of their property. Alphas do not hesitate to protect what they love and value.

This Alpha’s decisive action to protect his property not only shows his true Alpha nature, but it also is a testament to the value this Alpha sees now in his faggot George. I’m very proud of George for having the courage and faith to confide in its Alpha, but I’m just as proud of the Alpha for demonstrating the very qualities that make these incredible Men worthy of our worship. 

This was submitted to me by a reader:     

I grew up in eastern Washington state. Our next door neighbor was a family of girls with an older brother named Sam. He was 2 or 3 years older, on the football team, deep voice, handsome, kind of wild. I was intensely attracted to him but not at all out. One day I hung out with him and his sisters at a neighbor’s pool. He swam in cutoff shorts with briefs underneath. I asked him why and he bragged that if he didn’t his huge dick would fall out of he shorts. I swallowed hard. He must have noticed my reaction because a few weeks later he bought us beer and somehow got a friend of mine into a dick sucking “lesson.” I was totally naive. His dick was big and beautiful and he was more physically mature than my friend and I were. We started having mutual jack-off and suck sessions. He’d reciprocate, but I could tell he preferred to be sucked off. Sometimes I helped him with homework. After he graduated from HS, he moved to a university town about 50 minutes away. He’d be home for summers and weekends and if he wasn’t with a girlfriend, we’d do our stuff. He was both in track and football and college seemed to make him more aggressive. His grades improved.

Fast forward 5 years. I went to a college also in Washington, he stayed in the university town after graduating where he worked as a coach and PT. We’d follow our usual pattern when I visited, but it got to be that i only sucked him and was occasionally fucked by him. I was a lean and toned college junior. He was a lot bigger and more muscular. One day he fucked me so hard that I spontaneously came, which he loved. “A job well done.” That got to be our new pattern but for that to work I had to keep from coming until our visits.

One day I arrived to find him in a really bad mood. He’d injured his knee and had a wrap and ice on it. He’d also been fucking a girl when her roommate returned unannounced so they had to stop mid-sex. When I got there, he told me to get on my knees and clean the pussy juice off his cock. He pulled his boxers down and revealed a full erection. I did NOT want to do this, so tried to suggest I suck him in the shower or that he fuck me. “Get over here,” he said. I could tell he was mad. I came over and knelt down and he grabbed the back of my head and smashed it into his balls for about a minute. I couldn’t breathe so struggled free. Then without warning he slapped my face so hard it brought tears. Needless to say, I learned my lesson. I sucked him until he chugged his load down my throat. He stayed hard then fucked me until he came again. He was pissed. When it was over, he took the ice pack off his knee and put it on my face. “Next time I tell you what I want, do it, fag.“

That was a turning point. I was emotionally attached to him, but he’d cut off his feelings for me. It became more about his sex needs, which I was surprised to discover I liked. I was in a constant state of hunger for his cock and cum. His cock had a sharp musk to it and his cum tasted like seawater mixed with honey. He would call me fag or pussyboy. I tried to detach though and just do whatever I could to please him. I guess you could say that the process of my cunting was gradual. Once it was complete, there was no turning back. I became his fuck toy, human fleshjack, cook, and assistant. I eventually moved to his city and we lived as "roommates” for about a year. Sometimes his demands seemed extreme – throat fucking me until tears streamed down my face, for example. If I slipped up, or sometimes for no reason, he’d belt me to a bench and play with my ass and balls in a way that pleased him and let me know I was his property.  Then without warning he’d slap the living hell out of my ass, stuffing a sock in my mouth if I yelled.

Out of the blue, it ended. He started living with his girlfriend. I’d do what I could to keep his place up and serve his needs. When he and his girlfriend fought, his aggression would ramp up, and my pussy and throat paid the price. One day he just announced that his lease was over and asked me to get my own place. I was I admit crushed but didn’t let on. It hurt like hell. I’d worshipped him and had served him for three years. I thought he’d be back, but when his girlfriend got pregnant, I moved to Seattle. He saw me on the street a few days before I left, walking with a few buddies. He was all bro-like, slapped me on the back, then just walked away.
      

A fag friend of mine warned me against posting so many personal stories here because of the details involving straight Men, many of whom are married and probably wouldn’t want to be exposed. Fair enough. However, I’m sharing this story because this guy deserves it.

A couple of years ago I had a co-worker named Marcos. I didn’t know him well as he’d only been working there a few months. Marcos was Mexican, around my height, with thin hips and a strong upper body. I eventually found out that Marcos spent his late teens/early twenties training to be an amateur boxer. He had a girlfriend and a five year old son.

One October day Marcos asked me if I wanted to go out for some drinks and watch the baseball playoffs. “I asked my girlfriend, and she said she didn’t mind letting me out of the house,” he said with a bright white smile. I accepted the invitation.

I picked him up at his place, his girlfriend and son waving us goodbye from the doorway. Soon we were bar-hopping and getting very drunk.

At the third bar Marcos began saying things like, “Hey, man, I love you.” I’d smile drunkenly, flattered but somewhat confused by this statement from a guy I really didn’t know very well.

Then Marcos repeatedly asked about my sexual orientation. “Some guys at work say you’re a fag, but I don’t really care … you can tell me anything,” slurred Marcos. I generally have a policy of keeping my personal life private from co-workers, so I never confirmed my status as a faggot to Marcos.

Eventually the game was over and we left. As I was driving Marcos back to his house, he started questioning me again.

“Man, I love you … you can tell me if you’re a faggot … I won’t care,” said Marcos, clumsily rubbing my shoulder.

I smiled back. “Marcos, you’re drunk,” I replied casually.

Then, Marcos unzipped his jeans and pulled out his enormous brown uncircumcised cock. It was fully erect and inappropriately large for a Man of his physical stature. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Marcos pushed it so it stood straight into the air. “Look at that. You like that big dick, don’t you?”

I gasped. “Marcos, put that thing away!” I protested believably.

We reached his house and I parked across the street. “I want you to suck my dick,” Marcos grumbled, putting his left hand behind my head rest.

“Marcos, I’m not sucking your dick,” I replied. I didn’t want to create any kind of problem in the office by sucking the new guy.

Then Marcos grabbed my head aggressively, my hair in his fist, and tried to force my head down on his cock. I was surprised at his quickness and strength. He pushed my head down until the head of his cock was nearly at my lips; I could see the giant head of his cock glinting in the streetlight.

Suddenly, I flashed back to that night years earlier when I was raped at knifepoint (story here). I began to fight back, twisting against his grip as he fought harder to get my mouth on his dick. After a minute of fighting, Marcos pushed me away.

“Man, if you won’t suck my dick, then I’m going to fuck your ass,” Marcos said urgently.

“Marcos, you aren’t fucking me,” I replied, suddenly sober and gasping for air.

Marcos got in my face. “You won’t suck my dick?” he screamed. I shook my head nervously.

“And I can’t fuck you?” he yelled even louder. Again, I shook my head.

Marcos grabbed me around the neck. “Then FUCK YOU, man!” he bellowed in my face. Then Marcos climbed out of my car and slammed the door. I drove away as fast as I could.

Unsurprisingly, Marcos quit the following day.

I’ve seen Marcos a couple of times since, but he avoids me. I’m not surprised. However, I now wish I would’ve given him what he demanded that night. I keep imagining Marcos pumping me with his enormous cock, using me as his secret faggot. I fantasize about offering him my services.

Sometimes our initial reaction to a situation isn’t the best one.

My Alpha’s hands are big and strong, heavy palms and long, thick fingers. They are not soft like mine; his hands are rough, worn, lived-in.

My Alpha’s hands build things at work with expert precision. His hands carry heavy objects every day. The ligaments of my Alpha’s hands are tight, responsive, strong.

Yet my Alpha’s hands can be tender enough to wipe away a tear when his child is crying. An affectionate nuzzle of the hair. Thoughtfully tucking them in at night. His children know they are safe in my Alpha’s hands.

Later, my Alpha’s hands caress the curves of his wife’s body. My Alpha’s hands cup her breasts, kneading them lovingly. His hands sweep over her moist vagina. He inserts a fat finger into her pussy. She moans. He inserts another. His hand holds her wet vagina as he fingers her. She loves the feeling of my Alpha’s hand in her twat. My Alpha places another hand around her throat as he enters her, holding her exactly where he wants her as he pushes all of his meaty cock inside of her.

Sometimes, my Alpha’s hand casually sends a text while at a bar with friends. “I need you now.”

I wait on my knees. I hear his car pull into the drive, the door slamming loudly. My front door opens. I watch my Alpha’s hands unbuckle his pants, revealing his heavy erection. My Alpha’s right hand grips his thick instrument as his left hand grabs my head. He thrusts his giant cock into my mouth, his strong hand guiding me.

Then two hands on my head, fingertips boring into my scalp as he fucks my face. I am simply an object in my Alpha’s hands, a thing to use. He fucks my mouth until I can tell he’s ready; his cock swells inside my throat and he’s moaning loudly. His hands firmly hold me in place for the climax. With a grunt, thick spurts of his cum gag me. His hands hold me there, a silent command that I must swallow. I do.

I hear a relieved moan as he empties the last of his seed inside of me. He places a hand on my forehead and slowly guides my head off of his cock. I watch his nimble hands quickly pull up his pants, buckling up efficiently.

Then, a hand on my head, gently tousling my hair. “Thanks, faggot,” he mumbles without much energy. “Thank you Sir,” I reply, sounding much more grateful.

I serve my Alpha for what he can do with his hands. He builds things. He breaks things. He comforts and controls all things. I am simply one of many things under his command, and I am happy with even the slightest touch of his well-used hands.

Before reading this, please remember that these fags have consented to be slaves and, in some cases, consented to physical violence. And yes, slavery is outlawed in America, but these legal documents protect California Alpha’s liability and nothing more. These fags are free to leave if they can’t handle it. I’m not calling the police on this situation.

I haven’t written much about California Alpha lately (last update here). We’ve had a lot of deep conversations in that time frame and I’ve learned some surprising details, but he instructed me to keep quiet about most of what I’d learned. So, of course, I dutifully did so.

Until now. Things have gone too far.

Let me explain California Alpha’s situation in more detail. He’s a fairly wealthy young Alpha with a very good job (I won’t reveal his line of work, but I don’t think you’d be too surprised) and a nice four bedroom house. As I’ve stated in other updates (click on the California Alpha hashtag below), California Alpha has multiple sons from multiple women – some of these women he abandoned after impregnation – while also using many fag slaves.

California Alpha literally owns three fags who live with him. They have signed legal documents giving over total control of their lives to California Alpha. A veterinarian friend of California Alpha implanted tracking devices under the skin of each fag, and all three wear shock collars to prevent them from leaving the house. They have numbers instead of names; his current three live-in fags are 7, 8, and 9.

With these three live-in fags, California Alpha enjoys the life of a king. The faggots handle all of the chores around the house. California Alpha relaxes during long massages, and often has all three fags worship his cock and balls for sessions that literally last hours (I once intermittently spoke to him during the course of a five hour/three load blowjob). When California Alpha brings women home to fuck, the fags are ordered to their room. By most standards, California Alpha’s life resembles that of a Greek or Roman god rather than a 21st century male.

Fag #9 was the most recent addition, an 18 year old faggot purchased for California Alpha by another faggot from an Alpha in New York. And that’s when this story headed into troubling territory.

California Alpha met Fag #9 – understandably nervous about meeting a new owner on the other side of the country – at the airport. On the drive back to California Alpha’s home, California Alpha pulled over on a secluded stretch of road, yanked the fag out of the car, punched him several times, and then raped him. When I became upset at this, California Alpha was indignant. “This is my property,” he said, “and the fag needed to know who was boss.”

We didn’t talk for a few days afterwards.

Later, California Alpha reassured me that he doesn’t need to beat Fag #9, because “that’s what 8 is for.” When I pressed for more information, California Alpha told me that Fag #8 is an “abuse slave,” a fag who enjoys being tortured. Now, I’m no Puritan, obviously, but this level of depravity from a Man I admired stunned me. California Alpha tried to explain that he has needs for physical violence – he enjoys the pain he inflicts – and he uses Fag #8 as a way to vent that rage. “He enjoys it anyway … he signed up for it,” California Alpha justified casually.

I let the matter go; the less I knew about it, the better. However, two days ago California Alpha hinted that he might need to find a temporary faggot or two. When I asked why, he said that he will be without Fag #8 for a while because “he’s in the hospital.” According to California Alpha, he sexually tag-teamed Fag #8 with another Alpha last Friday, and afterwards California Alpha beat Fag #8 so badly that he ended up in the hospital with a broken shoulder and a broken rib.

That effectively ended my relationship with California Alpha.

In one sense, California Alpha might be the purest distillation of whatever masculine qualities we use to define a Man. The power, the focus, the rage, the sexual domination, the aggression … those qualities ooze from every pore on California Alpha’s muscled young body. When fags fantasize about serving a real Man, we probably imagine someone like California Alpha.

But I’ve been fortunate (apparently) to serve some very good Men who could encapsulate those same masculine qualities without also having a need to put me in the hospital. I’ve been choked, slapped, spanked, and whipped, but I never felt in danger at any time during those moments. If I had, I would’ve walked away. My previous Owners taught me that I have more value than a punching bag.

I will admit that I share one trait with California Alpha: we both consider this lifestyle to be reality, not a “scene” played out by two consenting adults. However, after listening to California Alpha’s stomach-turning story, I could really use some fantasy for a while.

When I first met Jake, he was a brash 20 year-old Alpha who was newly-married to a gorgeous and radiant blonde named Amy. Jake was tall and muscular, with rugged good looks, warm puppy-dog eyes, and thick, hay-colored hair. He was one of those special Alphas who can radiate confidence even when they are rumpled and disheveled.  

Jake immediately knew I was a faggot from our first meeting – someone told him behind my back – and he kept his distance. Jake hated gay people.

Eventually, Jake and I formed an uneasy friendship. He liked my self-deprecating sense of humor and frankness about my feelings. He also enjoyed my frequent compliments and wide-eyed attentions. For me, I loved his steady calm and warmth; I always felt safe with him. When I close my eyes, I can still smell his musk emanating from his favorite sweater.

Oddly enough, Jake began to single me out for special attention. For instance, Jake asked me to go on a two-day backpacking hike with him (much to his religious wife’s displeasure). Much of the trip was wordless, just two humans enjoying breathtaking country together.

However, at the peak of a particularly high bluff, Jake put a large, powerful hand on my shoulder and looked down at me with those piercing hazel eyes. “Sam, I’m so glad I’m here with you,” he said with that typical Jake confidence. I fought the urge to cry.

After dinner, Jake built a fire (of course) and we curled up together to sleep. As I silently watched the fire, my faggot mind reeled with conspiracies to somehow convince Jake to use me. However, I kept thinking about his trusting wife back home, and how an advance from me might unsettle our growing friendship. So I stayed quiet and fell asleep.

After that trip, our relationship grew exponentially. We spent hours on the phone talking, often late into the night. Jake would sometimes ask me pointed questions about why I was a homosexual, my early life, and how I discovered the truth about myself. He marveled at how I could be so comfortable with such an uncomfortable personal truth. From the conversations, Jake learned that he had nothing to fear from homosexuals. In fact, Jake came to appreciate me like a second wife, a person who cared deeply for him and would never betray him.

One summer Jake received notice that he had to move to New York for work. As Jake and his wife prepared to leave, I went over to their apartment with a video camera to interview them. Eventually Jake’s wife went to bed, and Jake and I ended up under a big blanket on the couch. We talked about our thoughts on what makes a “real Man.” I still watch that video to remind myself of what a real Man like Jake said on the subject.

When I left, Jake gave me his sketchbook. He showed me a recent sketch in it, one featuring a powerful elephant. “I drew this about you,” he said quietly. I hugged him tightly as Jake ran his hand through my hair.

Needless to say, Jake loved New York. He belonged in New York. The city was big enough to fit Jake’s gigantic personality and strong enough to withstand his incomparable charisma. But even though he was faced with new challenges and opportunities, he never forgot those close to him. We spent many hours talking on the phone, Jake excitedly telling me about his challenging experiences.

One late night Jake sounded more reflective than usual. He told me that he had gotten into an argument with a homophobic person, and that he used me as an example of how a gay person is no different than anyone else. “I have changed so much since I met you,” Jake said thoughtfully. I smiled proudly. Jake was a Man who once beat up faggots in school, and he overcame that personal homophobia to love a faggot like me as his close friend. 

Soon after, Jake collapsed following a basketball game. It was a brain aneurysm. He slipped into a coma, and died two days later.

As I reach another anniversary of Jake’s death, I wrestle with my feelings. My faggot side wishes that I had tried to manipulate Jake into a sexual liaison, as if having those memories would make the loss any easier. Of course, that’s selfishness on my part. I didn’t need to have sex with Jake to be intimate with him; that was his magic. Whether you were his wife, his brother, or his close friend, he was intimate with them all by opening his heart.

As he once told me, a real Man is courageous and confident. Jake never feared sharing himself with others, never feared showing concern for the feelings of others. After all, he once even showed love for a terrified faggot that initially repulsed him.

In return, Jake taught me that I can please a Man without satisfying him sexually. He taught me that I have value beyond simply being a toy for a Man. Even though we both understood our roles, Jake never made me feel unappreciated or worthless. Quite the opposite, in fact. Jake was enough of a Man to know that true strength comes from being able to lift those who lack the strength to do it themselves. Jake was strong when I was weak, brave when I was scared, patient when I was upset, and perceptive when I was confused.

Jake was the only Alpha I never tried to manipulate into sex. I’m glad I made that decision. We had an intimacy beyond anything sex could provide, and I’m forever grateful for that memory. I love you and miss you, Jake.  

It’s been a little while since my last update on Texas Alpha (January 4th, read here), the straight Texas college student who, through this website, discovered the joys of owning a faggot. 

When we last touched on this incredible story, Texas Alpha had broken up with his cheating girlfriend and wanted to reunite with his beautiful 18 year-old faggot. I managed to reunite them, and they seemed so happy.

Texas Alpha ordered me to buy his faggot some gifts as a welcome home present. Here are some of the items I purchased:

Texas Alpha particularly loved the underwear on his faggot, as it made him “look even more like a fag and not a Man.” Things seemed good.

Then I didn’t hear from either one of them for almost a month. I began to worry that something bad had happened. Then I finally heard from both of them.

While Texas Alpha has fucked “three or four” girls since his breakup with the previous girlfriend, he has also been using his faggot nearly every single day. Since they have similar schedules in college, Texas Alpha has his fag sleep over at his apartment during the week. The fag usually sleeps downstairs, but occasionally Texas Alpha allows the fag to sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. Having the fag there every day allows the fag to make Texas Alpha breakfast in the morning before serving it to him in bed.

Valentine’s Day was particularly romantic. Texas Alpha said he spent the day fucking his faggot ten times.

Texas Alpha graduates in a few months. It remains to be seen if he continues to own his faggot after his graduation, but it seems like both of them have found something in each other. For Texas Alpha, he is finally being treated like the God he said he was so long ago. As for his lucky fag, he gets to serve a true King among Men.

If you want to read over the entire saga of Texas Alpha, use the hashtag “Texas Alpha” below.

Last week I met an incredible fag brother who lives in Korea. We’ll call him “John” for this story. John is a middle-aged male who had to move to Korea as part of his managerial duties with a large company.

When John first moved to Korea, he needed a tutor to help him learn the language. John’s Korean secretary recommended a friend, a young Korean Man we will call “Wan.” The secretary informed Wan that John was homosexual.

Over time, Wan would talk to John about his homosexuality. John eventually confessed that he was a faggot who wanted to serve a Man as a slave or servant. In fact, John really only wanted to be an actual domestic servant; he wasn’t necessarily looking for sexual duties at first.

This was the opening Wan needed. He ordered John to come to his apartment for a three-step initiation. When John arrived, Wan ordered John to remove all of his clothes. Then Wan sat on the couch while John knelt on the floor and slowly sucked Wan’s cock. Afterwards, Wan had John clean the bathroom in order to observe John’s skills at cleaning. Finally, Wan handcuffed John and locked him in a closet for more than an hour.

After that, Wan accepted John as his personal faggot slave.

During the day, John is a respected business manager. At night, John is Wan’s servant. John has a list of chores every night. A typical daily schedule looks like this:

1. KITCHEN
2. Clean baseboards
3. Wipe down walls
4. Wipe down cabinets
5. Organize cabinets
6. Clean out fridge

John’s entire weekend is spent at Wan’s apartment, where he not only handles domestic duties, but services Wan sexually multiple times throughout the day. For instance, John must come to the apartment early in the morning and quietly prepare coffee and breakfast. At a predetermined time, John must sneak into Wan’s bedroom and quietly slip beneath the covers in order to wake Wan up with a blowjob. Afterwards, Wan either cums or urinates in John’s mouth to start the day.

Wan very much enjoys having his fag lick his ass. Wan will tie John down and place a custom seat over John’s face so that Wan can relax while John dutifully licks his ass. Typically John licks Wan’s ass for an hour or so. One session lasted for three hours.

Public baths are very popular in Korea. For a small fee, Korean Men will go and relax in large pools of water together and bathe. Wan enjoys taking his American faggot to the public bath. Wan relaxes while John washes him with soap and massages his shoulders.

Owning an American fag slave is considered to be a status symbol among Korean Men. When Wan takes John to the bathhouse, many Korean Men ask Wan if they can use John. If Wan agrees, then the Men push and slap John into one of the private rooms at the bathhouse and force John to suck their cocks. John sometimes spends all day servicing other Men at the bathhouse.

Part of John’s regular duties is serving Wan’s three close friends. They take John out to Korean BBQ places and force John to cook and pay for them. One of these friends is a married dentist who loves deepthroat from John and often forces his cock down John’s throat until John can’t breathe. These friends abuse John, slapping him while he services them or beating him with sticks.

John has been serving Wan this way for almost a year. There are only two more years remaining before John must return to America. He sounds almost sad to be leaving his Master and this incredible, Alpha-rich environment.

I don’t blame him

This post has been approved by Wan.

One of the major points of starting this site was to help faggots understand that their need to serve Alpha Males is real. Serving Men is the purpose of a faggot’s life. I wanted to help other faggots through that process of discovery, acceptance, and exploration so that they may finally find fulfillment at the feet of a satisfied Owner.

To that end, I’ve constantly preached about the need for faggots to be brave in offering their services to Men. Most Men need help understanding that owning and using faggot slaves is even possible, let alone a satisfying and vital part of their Alpha masculinity. By being brave, a faggot can turn the key that might unlock this powerful force within a Man.

Today I was blessed with two success stories of faggots who took chances based on the advice I’ve given here.

Submitting To A Straight Friend

Few things can cause heart palpitations like the idea of opening up and submitting to a best friend, but that’s exactly what this reader did.

“TM” first approached me earlier this week to ask my opinion about his feelings for his straight best friend. They had been best friends since middle school, and that friendship continued throughout high school. They remain close. Although the best friend is physically smaller than TM, the best friend would dominate TM and often (jokingly) call TM a faggot.

Of course, TM was secretly a faggot and loved the teasing from his straight best friend. TM wanted to serve his best friend, but he was concerned because the best friend is straight and currently involved with a girlfriend. I told TM that he needed to submit to his best friend and let him decide the details.

So TM did it! Here’s what he said he did:

And what was his best friend’s reaction?

I couldn’t be any prouder of TM! This move was a huge risk, but his bravery is paying off. Any fag out there who feels like it’s impossible to find an Alpha to serve – it isn’t. Follow the courageous examples of faggots like TM and offer yourself willingly to an Alpha! You will probably be surprised by the result!

Submitting To A Straight Stranger

Earlier today I received a bizarre text from a complete stranger. This is how it began:

More investigation revealed that this is a STRAIGHT and MARRIED Male (with rippling back muscles, I must say) who was approached online by a faggot reading my website. The faggot took a chance and struck up a conversation with this straight Alpha Male. They even met up so that the fag could fix the Alpha’s computer.

Then the fag offered to serve the Alpha. Needless to say, this confused the married Man, who had never heard of such a thing. So the fag directed this Alpha to my site, which then led to this Alpha contacting me for more information.

But notice the interesting turn in the conversation:

This straight married Alpha said he was “intrigued” by this unexpected situation and promised to get back to me soon. And it happened all because a brave faggot took a chance and offered himself to a Man! I don’t even know this faggot, but I’m extremely proud of him!

I hope there are fags (and maybe some curious Alphas) reading this and realizing the power of bravery. Not every Alpha will accept your service, but if you put yourself out there you will be surprised at the number of Alpha Males who will take ownership of you.

Be brave, my faggots, and serve Men with all of your heart!

I have often mentioned that I believe Alphas and faggots are BORN, not made. This certainly seems true in many cases. In my first interview with California Alpha (here), he mentioned that he knew he was Alpha from the age of eight. Many Alphas will probably agree that they learned they were meant to rule and dominate from their earliest years.

But occasionally life experiences and upbringing can confuse an Alpha and temporarily deter him from fulfilling his true purpose.

I met a 25 year old gay Male named Luke a few weeks ago through this blog. At the time, he wanted advice on how to become a fag for his flirty straight friend. I gave Luke some tips, but Luke seemed hesitant to really try anything. At the time, I chalked it up to nerves.

Still, Luke spoke to me in a way that didn’t feel like the average fag. One day I decided to start asking him some pointed questions about his previous sexual experiences and how he felt about certain things. That’s when it got really interesting. You can read more after the jump.

It’s important to notice a few points in this conversation:

1. Luke was temporarily confused during his development period because of crushes he had on straight friends. When this happens, an Alpha artificially tries to become what might attract that straight friend (submissive/slutty women). Crushes like these will force the Alpha to deny his own power in order to appeal to the straight friend they’re trying to attract.

2. Luke had impulses to dominate that he was repressing, either to appeal to straight friends or to be a more caring sexual partner to other gay Males. This is always a mistake. Alphas should take control in all areas of their lives, including the bedroom.

3. Repressing the truth about ourselves always leads to confusion and dissatisfaction. In this case, Luke said he always felt confused and “conflicted” after he submitted to another Male. But when he dominated another Male, he felt perfectly at ease with the role. 

4. Porn is a great benefit to developing Alphas. Notice how Luke responded to BDSM porn – he was turned on by the helplessness of the faggot. That realization helped Luke understand his own wants and preferences.

While I believe most Alphas are born leaders, there are some like Luke who must go through a process before embracing their truly powerful nature. Someday soon Alpha Luke will have many faggots serving and worshiping him. I’m very grateful to be one of those fags.

I’m always baffled when I hear from Alphas who are struggling to find fags to use. Fags are EVERYWHERE, and Alphas naturally have complete control over every single one of them. An Alpha complaining about not being able to find a faggot slave is like a fox bitching about never having any food after being given the keys to the hen house.

I suspect the problem lies with the Alpha. In our society, it isn’t politically correct to walk up to a random individual and demand service and worship. There’s a fear of uncertainty (What if he isn’t really a fag?) and a common fear of rejection (what if I’m not his type?). However, most successful Alphas have the confidence and insight to spot fags and easily enslave them.

I received a series of messages from an Alpha in New Jersey. He originally asked me about finding fags in his area. I convinced him that New Jersey (and New York in general) are absolutely filled with fags. He decided to forgo my assistance, but it seems he has decided to exert his Alpha influence in more direct and unequivocal ways. Here’s what he wrote (I did a little editing for the sake of clarity):

Hey Fag, Alpha in Jersey here. Liked that you offered to find me a fag, but I’ve got no trouble attracting them. Every day some check me out – I usually just ignore them. Months ago I was on the subway in shorts and a tee shirt – I’m pretty jacked – and this fag sitting across from me is going nuts. Right before my stop I tortured him; I got up and stood right in front of him pretending to look at the map. Fag almost passed out, he wanted to say something so bad but couldn’t. After Christmas I decided to see what kind of fag I could get.

When I was out and about I was noticing fags checking me out but nothing seemed right until I was in LOWES and realized this little blond fag was trailing me around the store. I decided to go for it and so I just turned to him and said, “Want something fag?” He stammered and pretended he didn’t know what I was talking about. So I told him: “If you want something, wait for me outside but stop following me.”

Sure enough when I came out he was there, practically shaking! I asked him why he was following me. He wouldn’t say. So I said, “You’re a fag, that’s why.” All he can do is apologize to me. “You live near here?” I ask. He said he stays with his mom but she’s away for new years.

So I go to his place. In his kitchen I tell him get on his knees. He does. I tell him to blow me. He does, but it’s not great. I come anyway. I make him stay down so I can pee on him. He resists, but I force him. The fag begs me to see him again. I probably won’t … I can do better But it’s a start.

It takes a little bit of nerve to talk to a total stranger like this, but Alphas usually have no problem summoning that kind of courage. If you truly believe you’re an Alpha worthy of worship, then approaching a fag in this manner should be no problem at all.

It’s a lesson for Alphas out there reading this now: you already own every faggot you see. They’re YOURS for the taking. All you need to do is exert your Alpha influence over them, and you can have more slaves than you ever imagined.

When I last updated the situation with Texas Alpha (”The End of Texas Alpha” here), I chronicled how Texas Alpha had broken off the situation with his beautiful faggot because his girlfriend became pregnant. Texas Alpha was eager to start a family, and he felt using a fag on the side wouldn’t be the right thing to do.

I didn’t hear from Texas Alpha for a little while as he adjusted to his new reality, but slowly he started messaging me again. He would occasionally ask me about how his fag was doing. I think Texas Alpha realized that the little fag was more useful than he originally thought, and I also made sure Texas Alpha understood that he shouldn’t have treated that little fag so harshly. Fortunately, Texas Alpha took my criticisms well … deep down, I think he knew he acted incorrectly. However, given his girlfriend’s pregnancy, there was little he could do about it.

But as the weeks wore on, Texas Alpha had reason to believe his girlfriend had cheated on him. So, as a precautionary measure, he demanded a paternity test. The girlfriend eventually agreed. After a very long week, the results came back: Texas Alpha was not the father of the baby!

Texas Alpha immediately ended his relationship with his whorish girlfriend (she begged him to stay, but he refused … you shouldn’t ever cheat on an Alpha).

Right away, Texas Alpha asked me to help mend the fences with his adorable little fag. I wrote to the fag, who told me he had been in a constant state of depression so severe since Texas Alpha dumped him that he couldn’t even touch himself. I was so sad to hear this. Needless to say, the fag was very excited to hear that Texas Alpha was interested in owning him again.

Before I helped reconnect them, I had a long talk with Texas Alpha about how he treated the fag the first time around. While I understand that fags are slaves and don’t deserve special treatment, I felt this particular fag had gone above and beyond for Texas Alpha and really received harsh treatment in return. I mean, Texas Alpha took his virginity and then immediately started letting his friends use the fag, too. That’s rough territory emotionally, and I was proud of the fag for handling it so well. I needed Texas Alpha to understand that this fag is like a precious Cadillac, not a cum rag. I feel like a Man should respect and care for a good fag like he might care for anything else of value that he owns.

Since Texas Alpha is an amazing Man, he understood my point and agreed that he didn’t appreciate the fag’s service the way he deserved. I was very happy with Texas Alpha’s new viewpoint.

So now the fag is back in the service of Texas Alpha, and they are both extremely happy. Most of all, I’m glad that Texas Alpha has avoided a potentially life-destroying situation with an awful female and is now free to fully flex his Alpha muscles.

If you want to go through the Texas Alpha saga, you can click the #Texas Alpha hashtag below. 

I started this site with a mission: to educate fags and straight/gay Alphas and encourage them to embrace their places in the natural order and fulfill their respective purpose in life.

So of course, I love hearing experiences of people who have been helped by this message.

Today I received a note from @colonelrocq, a straight military Alpha in the Midwest. Apparently, he was drinking at an off-base bar with some friends when a 45 year old man stopped him as he was heading to the bathroom. They had a brief, inconsequential conversation before @colonelrocq continued to the restroom.

Then this happened (in @colonelrocq’s own words):

“I had my cock out pissing when he appeared next to me. He flat out asked if I had posted on your site. I affirmed that yes i did! He offered his fag throat for use and slipped his contact # in my front pocket, giving my left nut a good grab as he did so! Long story short, I had him come by early xmas morning and I throat raped him for almost 3 hours. Best fag service I’ve had in years! Thanks again for your site! Keep up the good work faggot!!!!”

It’s always wonderful to hear that an Alpha is being worshiped properly, but I’m especially encouraged to hear that one of the fags reading this site worked up this kind of courage! As I’ve said many times before, BE BRAVE and you will find fulfillment. Most Men will accept your worship if you show bravery, sincerity, and humble respect.

Thank you @colonelrocq for this special gift!

Several years ago I was serving this hot ex-military kid named Ben. I haven’t written much about Ben here, but I will eventually. When I met Ben, he was fresh out of his term of service and had saved up enough money to buy a small two-story house about 45 minutes from me.

Once Ben realized my true nature, he made good use of me sexually and domestically. I couldn’t even help myself; Ben was probably the most beautiful Alpha I’ve ever served. He was mixed, black and possibly Oriental, and these traits were mixed to perfection. He had wide, piercing eyes and fat, pouty lips that would split into a seductive smile. I really loved Ben’s smooth, cappuccino-colored skin, his long, fat cock, and his perfect, muscled ass. Like any Alpha, Ben loved being worshiped, and, despite his youth, he already had a storied history of using women and fags.

As Christmas approached that year, Ben told me I didn’t need to come by his place to clean over the holiday, as he would be leaving fairly early on Christmas morning for an extended break. Despite gaining some extra time to myself, I was disappointed. I always loved cleaning for him, especially when he was around to supervise.

So I decided to surprise him.

I got a large toilet paper box from a local grocery store and cut two large holes at either end. Then I wrapped it in Christmas-themed paper (leaving the holes exposed) and put a huge red bow on it. A handmade card on top said, “To: Ben The gift that keeps on giving.”

On Christmas morning I went over to Ben’s house, arriving around 6:30. I went to the back of the house and, using the key Ben gave to me for cleaning duties, I quietly slipped inside. The house was quiet and dark, and smelled of pizza and pot smoke. “I’m going to have a lot of work to do when Ben gets back,” I thought to myself.

So I found a nice spot in the living room near the stairs that lead to the upstairs bedrooms, took off all of my clothes, and wriggled into the box. The box was the perfect size, covering all of my torso but leaving my head, arms, and ass/legs exposed. Here is a very rough illustration:

I remained in that position for what seemed like forever (probably close to 40 minutes) before I finally heard movement upstairs. I was so excited to surprise Ben like this! When I heard footsteps approaching the stairwell, my heart started beating rapidly and I could barely contain my laughter.

Then I heard a female’s voice scream: “WHAT THE FUCK?!?” I craned my neck up to see a naked young girl frantically trying to cover herself with Ben’s robe. She turned and ran up the stairs yelling to Ben, “THERE’S A NAKED GUY DOWN THERE!”

I was too terrified to move.

I heard Ben stumble out of bed and race down the stairs. He was naked too. As soon as he saw me, he started laughing maniacally. “Stay there,” he commanded as he went back up to his room to deal with the hysterical girl still yelling as she got dressed. They immediately began fighting, but it lasted just a few minutes before Ben was ordering her to “GET THE FUCK OUT.”

Once dressed, the girl stomped down the stairs in full diva mode. “Fucking faggot!” she screamed as she stormed out. I was mortified.

Ben came back down, still gloriously naked, a huge smile on his face.

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” I muttered, searching for something to make the situation less awkward.

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” said Ben with a relaxed laugh, “I picked her up at a bar last night. She’s nothing.”

Ben knelt down in front of my face. His cock was getting hard. “You want a Christmas present too, huh?” he said with a bright smile.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Then get Daddy hard,” he said, sliding his dick in my mouth. His dick was sweaty and well-used from the night before.

“Can you taste her pussy on it?” asked Ben.

I mumbled “yes.” Ben moaned. “Then clean it off,” he ordered.

After a several minutes of casual sucking, Ben lifted me to my knees and stood over me so he could fuck my mouth. Soon he was moaning loudly. “You ready for your present?” he yelled. He then shot several thick spurts of cum down my throat. I was actually quite surprised how much he unloaded into me given that he spent the previous night fucking his latest whore.

He went limp in my throat as I greedily continued to worship his cock. Finally, he pulled out.

“Nice job, fag, but listen, “ he said, pausing for effect, “next time you want to do something like this, watch for strange cars out front.”

“Yes, I’m sorry, Sir.” I mumbled timidly.

“Cool,” said Ben, heading upstairs, “now get out of here and have a merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Sir,” I replied as I quietly collected my things.

I came close to marrying a girl once. We were young (she was a few years younger) and our personalities fit together perfectly. Even though I wasn’t particularly attracted to her body (she was Adele heavy), she had beautiful eyes and a radiant smile you could see from space.

Ultimately, though, I didn’t marry her because I knew I was gay and, even more importantly, a faggot. I cared for her enough to protect her from the harm my personal truth would eventually cause.

Since starting this Tumblr last July, I’ve met several faggots who are married to women. In fact, one of these faggots I consider to be a good social media friend. All of these married faggots seem like solid, respectable guys who are carrying around a secret lust to serve Men.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not disturbed every time I meet another married faggot.

I know that it’s possible to function sexually with females despite being a faggot. In my teen years I fucked multiple girls as I struggled to come to grips with my true desires. The sex was enjoyable – look, fucking anything when you’re 16 years old is awesome – but ultimately I knew it wasn’t for me. So, in the long run, I had to make a decision to stop having sex with girls in order to prevent myself from breaking their hearts or hurting them in ways they didn’t deserve.

I guess that’s why I’m constantly disturbed when I hear of married faggots who continue a public charade as a Man while secretly lusting for an opportunity to serve a Man.

My heart always goes out to the wives of these faggots. These are women duped into phony marriages by faggots who are unwilling to be honest with them and unable to be honest with themselves. It’s a terribly upsetting situation that seems to have no possibility of a happy outcome for the women tricked into participating in a sham. Imagine the shame and humiliation these women will feel when the truth inevitably surfaces! That’s an incomprehensible amount of anguish for someone to carry for the rest of their life.

Why does this situation even happen anymore? Some faggots are too ashamed of their true calling, or afraid of the reaction of family/friends. Other faggots want the security of a committed relationship while indulging in their true desires in secret.

But the real issue here is one of selfishness. The faggot, confused by his feelings, uses the woman as a protective shield of normalcy. The faggot builds up a lie around her and makes her believe it. Eventually, her life is irreparably altered forever when she becomes an unwitting pawn in the lie the faggot has constructed. That’s almost a textbook definition of the word “selfish.”

I always struggle to give advice to the married faggots who contact me. On one hand, I care about them as my brothers. I understand their desires and their conflict. But part of me wants to scream out to them that they need to correct this awful mistake. More than anything, I want them to free these poor women from the prison of lies confining their lives.

By doing so, the woman can find a Man who can really love everything about her, and the faggot can be free to finally fulfill his true purpose in life.

As this blog has grown, I’ve been increasingly bombarded with questions. The one that sticks out most for me is a question I’ve received three times in the last couple of days: Are you serious about all of this? Isn’t this just a fantasy?

I don’t know how anyone could read the posts here and think I’m making this up, but apparently I’m not making myself clear enough. So let me try underlining this point: Everything I’m writing here is the truth. I’m really a faggot who serves and worships straight Alpha Men. And yes, I find tremendous fulfillment in serving them.

Furthermore, I’m not the only one. There are many faggots on Tumblr and elsewhere who are dedicating their lives to serving the needs of straight Men around them. Conversely, there are many straight Men whose lives are enriched and enhanced by owning and using fags. It’s a perfectly symbiotic relationship.

I believe the people (both fags and straight Men) who think this is all just fantasy role-play are too uncomfortable or insecure to find out the truth. They’ve allowed fear to prevent them from fulfilling their true purpose as either a fag or a powerful Alpha.

When a fag finds a Man to serve, the experience is mutually beneficial. Serving a Man brings harmony and peace into a faggot’s life. And when a Man owns a faggot, his power is reinforced and refined. Both parties receive what they need in the exchange, which is why Men continue to use faggots and faggots continue to serve Men.

The only times in my life when I’ve felt comfort and serenity is when I’m under the guidance and direction of the Alpha I’m serving. Placing his needs above my own brings me great happiness that I would never surrender.

This is not a fantasy, it is my life. I would never make up lies about a privilege so precious.

It’s been a long time since I last wrote about Texas Alpha (last update on October 20th. Read that here) , the 22 year-old straight Man who asked me to find him a faggot to own.

I wasn’t able to update much over that time period primarily because Texas Alpha abruptly stopped communicating with me after I called him out on a couple of lies and his lack of trust in me. I figured my words had upset him enough that he was no longer interested in my services.

But something else was happening behind the scenes that I didn’t realize at the time.

About two weeks ago I received an impassioned, heartbroken message from Texas Alpha’s fag. The fag said he hadn’t heard from Texas Alpha in almost two weeks and didn’t know what to do. I instructed the fag to leave a note on Texas Alpha’s door, respectfully asking for a reason for the sudden silence.

Shockingly, the note worked, and Texas Alpha met the fag in order to tell the fag the surprising news: Texas Alpha had impregnated his girlfriend.

Here is a description from Texas Alpha’s fag:

I left a
note like you suggested and (Texas Alpha) eventually called me up and told me he
was going to pick me up and meet up. He picked me up and we drove to
this park that we’ve been too a few times. It was very awkward and
uncomfortable but basically I asked him what I had done wrong even though I
knew I didn’t deserve any response.

He was very reluctant at first but I
think he knew if he didn’t tell me what was up that I’d probably keep
probing in and out of his life. That’s when he told me that his girlfriend got
pregnant. He basically told me that he couldn’t use and abuse me anymore.
He’s starting a new chapter in his life, a life where he can’t be seedy
and double handed. Basically his dream has always been to become a
father and even though he didn’t plan it to be this soon he’s very excited
and happy to be the dad that he wants to be for his child.

After he told me that he told me to never contact him again. He made me
give him my phone and I watched him delete his number completely from
my phone. All texts, all calls, all snaps, everything. He just completely cut me out.

I’m heartbroken for this beautiful, brave little fag. He gave everything to Texas Alpha, and now has only memories of a Man he will never see again.

I hate to wax philosophical, but this is the harsh reality for fags who serve straight Alpha Males. No matter how much the Alpha loves owning and using a fag, he will inevitably be drawn back to his original purpose: bedding and breeding females. Texas Alpha loved using his personal faggot, but the powerful instincts that drive all Men eventually pushed him back into the wet folds of his girlfriend’s pussy.

I have a feeling that someday Texas Alpha will once again have personal faggots to use. Starting a family is now his primary focus, but eventually he will yearn for the complete service only a faggot can really provide.

Texas Alpha has a taste for it now, and that is difficult to forget. He will be difficult to forget, too.

I received a text last night from an 18 year old faggot-in-training (he’s still a virgin at this point). The message amused me:

How can someone stop being a faggot?

My reply:

Impossible.

I understand this young faggot’s quandary. When we’re young, we romanticize everything. Everywhere we see heterosexual couples enjoying life together,  so it’s natural to imagine the same for ourselves. We want the loving spouse, the 2.5 kids, the golden retriever sleeping by the fireplace, and every happiness promised by marital bliss. Marriage = security = happiness, right?

For many young gays, this dream has never been closer to reality than it is today. The movement for marriage equality is sweeping across the world, giving young gays the impression that this picturesque model of happiness is now within their grasp. Most young gays growing up today will someday be able to fall in love, get married, raise children, and grow old together in security.

However, this will not ever be the future for someone born as a faggot.

Fags are born only to serve the needs of Men. Fags have served Men since the beginning of the first human society. Rulers would often castrate male servants in order to pacify and subdue them. Even the Bible speaks of “eunuchs” who could not/would not have sex with women.

Fags exist as part of the natural order. When we strip human society of intellectual ideas like morality, equality, and fidelity, we see a hierarchical arrangement of animals, with the strongest animals leading and using the weaker animals. There is no “right” or “wrong” in this order. Each member of this order is simply fulfilling its purpose.

A fag might dream about having a contented married life. Hell, a fag might even get married and make an attempt to play “happy family.” However, such ideas are self-defeating delusions. In the long run, a fag cannot escape the true purpose of its existence.

Fags are born to serve Men. They cannot derive satisfaction from a spouse or raising a family. A fag is gratified only when a Man is pleased with their service. A fag feels pride when a Man returns to use them again. A fag finds fulfillment from knowing that it serves and satisfies great Men who lead the world.

For any fag, that reality is greater than any dream of marital bliss.

Today I was contacted by a married female named “Mary” who apparently got it into her head that I might be able to find her an Alpha male. This is a new one for me, but I had little doubt that I could find an Alpha willing to breed her.

But then she said this to me (she’s in gray on the left, I’m in blue on the right):

Of course, the dumb bitch missed my point when I told her he sounded hot. I didn’t “want (her) hot husband” since I prefer to avoid messing with married Men if possible. Instead, I was trying to underline the idea that her husband already sounds very much like a perfect Alpha.

So I wanted to know what was wrong with him, and this exchange occurred:

She suddenly didn’t want to keep talking for some reason.

Any fag or Alpha reading this exchange can immediately see the problem: she doesn’t want to submit. She wants a Man to take charge without any kind of personal responsibility for the encounter. She doesn’t want to feel that she must give up her own autonomy and offer it willingly to her husband.

That’s gutless on her part.

Sex has always been difficult between Men and women in the modern age primarily because women refuse their natural position as sexually subservient to a Man. Women are physically weaker than their male counterparts. The acts involved in heterosexual sex involve a woman being penetrated (a rather violent intrusion) and, in some ways, overpowered. Because of this, women have a dismissive, muted attitude toward sex. It’s physically more unpleasant for them, so they don’t want it as much as Men do.

However, women do like the power sex affords them.

The withholding of sex is one of the great battles between heterosexual couples. Most of the time, Men want constant, rough, loud, filthy sex. Women grant them this occasionally, but usually only to satisfy an ulterior motive. When Men recognize this trap, they often become frustrated, angry, even violent. Lack of sex (via withholding or other reasons) is often mentioned as the primary reason why couples break up.

In the exchange above, you can see the problem forming. This selfish bitch doesn’t want to give up her “power” in the relationship in order to foster her husband’s obvious Alpha tendencies. She knows it’s there, but submitting to him would give him greater authority over her in their marriage. She doesn’t want that.

Instead, she wants me to find her a random Alpha that will “roughly take her” while still retaining her power within her marital relationship. In fact, she even mentioned a “threesome” at one point, further demonstrating her desire to cuckold her Alpha husband.

Despicable.

Given this, is there any surprise that Alphas turn to fags? Alphas can enjoy the full extent of their power with a faggot. There are no negotiations, no ulterior motives. Fags only want to serve Alphas completely and thoroughly. And when an Alpha has received what he needs from the fag, he can leave the fag without any commitment, knowing the fag will be there eagerly waiting to serve him when he needs to use the fag again.

What Alpha wouldn’t prefer that?

If a woman really wants to please a Man, she needs to study faggots. Learn the importance of giving up your ego in order to give him maximum pleasure. Accept that your life belongs to him and his needs. Understand that you exist to serve him completely.

Faggots understand these truths about themselves, and that makes them perfect servants of Men. Until women come to accept them, Men will continue to turn to faggots for the worship they know they deserve.

This morning I received a message (read that here) from a young bottom that really annoyed me. After letting it stew for a while, I decided that something needed to be said about growing older in the gay lifestyle, and, in particular, growing older as a fag.

To do so, I’ll need to use two short stories. Please indulge me just this once (wink).

Many years ago I met an Alpha named Christian. I haven’t spoken about Christian here (at least not yet) primarily because he remains one of my closest friends. Christian is straight (currently married with four kids), but before he married we messed around a little bit. At one point things seemed to be getting a little serious between us, and this disturbed Christian because he had no previous encounters with males and had never imagined he would find himself interested in another male.

A few days after our final encounter Christian sat me down to tell me that we couldn’t continue seeing each other sexually. I’ll never forget his words to me that night:

I love you. I want to keep your friendship. But I’ve been thinking about the homosexual lifestyle, and, as far as I can tell, it’s a dead end. It doesn’t lead anywhere productive.

His words stabbed me in the heart. While I don’t totally agree with his conclusion, I understand it. Homosexual partnerships don’t produce children, rarely produce lasting relationships, and homosexuals often end up alone and occasionally rejected by their loved ones. That’s generally the reality of the situation.

As I pondered his painful words over the next few days, my mind wandered to an old homosexual I knew a few years prior named Earl.

Almost immediately after the rape I moved into a big townhouse. I was hoping to make a fresh start, but instead I tried to erase the troubling memory with alcohol and drugs. The townhouse was more than I needed, but it was part of my attempt to “reboot” myself after a traumatizing experience.

Below my townhouse was a small one bedroom apartment rented by a decrepit, 60-something homosexual named Earl. He would sit outside of our building every day in a ratty old lawn chair, a pot of plastic flowers on the ground nearby, and endlessly smoke cigarettes. I remember how Earl had lumpy cholesterol deposits on his eyelids. He would always wear slippers because his feet were twisted and mangled to the point that he couldn’t walk without pain. Earl was friendly enough, but he was obviously all used up and in very poor shape.

Of course, Earl disgusted me at the time. I would prance past him every day in a suit and tie while he eyed up my young, skinny frame. Earl would constantly try to engage me in small talk, but I’d quickly wriggle free of it. Sometimes Earl would give me a sack full of homemade cookies (they always smelled like cigarettes) that I would instantly hurl into the trash. Here I am, this hot young thing! I don’t have time for some old, broken-down fag!

I never thought about Earl as anything other than some ancient, cartoonishly grotesque queer until Christian said those words to me a few years later. Ever since then, I’ve regarded Earl as a warning example.

When we’re young and gay, we think the party will never end. Our bodies will always be slender and firm. Guys will always want us. We will never be alone. When we’re young, we think love and commitment and fidelity are “old people” burdens that will fall in our lap whenever we decide we want them.

Of course, it doesn’t usually work out so easily as the years pass.

For fags, the road is even more treacherous. While fags generally don’t have a desire for love and marriage, they do have a deep yearning to serve Men. That’s easy to accomplish when a fag is supple and fresh with youth, but as time takes a toll, a fag will eventually find itself struggling to find fulfillment. Facing that reality can be quite difficult.

There are many blogs like mine on Tumblr (and elsewhere) touting the fag/Alpha dynamic. I realize some of these are “fantasy” blogs (in other words, the writer isn’t actually living as a fag or an Alpha), but many (like mine) are real. I am actually a faggot. Many of my readers are either fags, or they’re Alphas who use fags. This isn’t some temporary fetish experiment for me. No, my entire life is devoted to the service and worship of Men. I have many readers who feel the same way.

The reality of the immutable effects of time presents each of us with an important problem: how do we find fulfillment and emotional security after we lose the bloom of youth? How do we grow old with dignity while still feeling sexually and emotionally satisfied?

I don’t mean to bring down the mood of this Tumblr party, but I can’t in good conscience promote such a lifestyle without also warning of the “dead end” all fags must eventually face. I have had the privilege to serve many great Men, incredible Alphas to whom I have given all of my devotion and energy. I have been blessed to know them and serve them.

However, such devotion will eventually come at a personal cost to myself. Facing that eventuality will prove to be one of the greatest challenges of my life and of the lives of any fags reading this. How do we avoid ending up broken-down and alone like poor Earl?

Being a fag isn’t a fantasy, it’s reality. And fulfilling a destiny as a true fag ultimately carries with it real consequences. Are we ready for those consequences?

When I first wrote about the rape that took my anal virginity several years ago (full story here), I was nervous about the response I might receive. Aside from a couple of very close friends, I had never really discussed the event at all. I figured I would probably hear from other victims, or perhaps receive messages of condolence or comfort.

But instead I received nothing at all.

At first I was mildly offended; I bared my darkest secret and nobody even cared! My vague disappointment eventually melted into a sort of resignation. After all, it was long ago, and it really doesn’t affect my life much anymore.

But as I thought deeply about the lack of response, the more it made sense to me. Why should anyone console me over an event that is simply part of the natural order of things?

Mind you, I’m not condoning rape in any way. For women, rape is a traumatizing violation of their being that utterly destroys their sense of security and self-worth. It is a despicable and inexcusable crime.

But we rarely talk about male rape. Even when we do, we talk about it in the hushed tones of a secret society. Instinctively, males understand other males. We know about male pecking orders, survival of the fittest, and the struggle for domination that often defines our masculinity. We understand the drive, the impulse, that fuels our lusts. In certain circumstances, we might even be openly honest about our collective understanding, but mostly we acknowledge it with silence and nods.

I bet that some of the Men who read that rape experience – if they’re honest – would admit to some amount of pride in what Kenny did to me that night. They understand it. Kenny was acting violently on his own sexual impulse to dominate me, and so he took what he wanted from me. I suspect there are many Men who, in their darkest and most honest place, fully understand and even approve of Kenny’s actions that night.

Here’s the crazy part: I do, too. Again, it was a traumatizing experience for me. However, I also instinctively know that, as a faggot, Men will use me as they wish. I am lower on the pecking order. I am weak. I am submissive. My role is to serve the needs of Men, and by resisting that natural order, I triggered a fight for dominance that I eventually lost.

Deep down, underneath all of the political correctness, Men understand this truth about each other.

We see this every time another female teacher fucks an underaged boy. By law, that is a rape. Morally, people should be outraged by this shocking crime against a child. Social media goes wild with breathless shock every time it happens.

But Men are never outraged by such a crime, are they? Instead, every Man across the country wants to high-five the kid for getting some pussy off of a teacher. Even while acknowledging the crime, Men in their honest moments take some pride in the act.

Prison sex is another example. Straight Men constantly rape each other in prison, mostly as a show of dominance or
aggression. As males, we intrinsically understand and accept this about
each other, often in unspoken ways. “You gotta do what you gotta do” becomes the curt shorthand for the things Men do in difficult, secret, or desperate times. We may not publicly agree but we rarely judge because we know the needs and pressures of the male spirit within each of us.

On the surface, I don’t think anyone is happy I was raped. However, I think Men understand that the rape reinforced the natural order between Men. As I mentioned in my original experience, the rape helped me accept my true nature as a faggot. The rape helped me embrace what I truly was in comparison to other Men. 

Men may not admit this in public, but in the silence of their own masculinity they know it is simply part of the natural order between us. Deep down, the animal within them approves.

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.

I almost never get on Craigslist looking for local Alphas anymore, mainly because most of the people in my area on Craigslist are fags just like me. It just becomes too much work.

However, several days ago I was drinking a little wine and felt playful, so I started looking through “casual encounters” ads on the site. That’s when I saw the above picture on an ad titled “It Won’t Go Down.” For whatever reason, I looked at the ad. Here’s what the ad said:

Help me and I’ll help you… Only want to receive not give nothing but a
mouthful of cum and maybe piss… I don’t care what you look like all
that matters are my needs. Yes I’m selfish so fuck you in advance. Like I
stated u can suck this dick and get a facial or swallow, take care of
me then get your nasty duck sucking cum guzzling ass out of my
apartment. Not gonna email u fags all night so you must be mobile. Come
in take this cum and piss if u want look out for your new BOSS then GET
THE FUCK OUT. I DON’T WANNA KISS U AND IF U WANT SOMETHING IN YOUR ASS
THEN BRING IT AND ILL INSERT THAT SHIT FOR YOU. YOU CAN BE FAT SLOPPY
PIGGISH FOR ALL I CARE AS LONG AS YOU MEET THE TAKE CARE OF (ME)
STANDARDS I’M OK WITH THAT. MUST BE WILLING TO TRAVEL …
LATER.

Included in the ad were these additional pictures:

Nice! He’s a 22 year old divorced black male not far from me. I wrote him a respectful email, but I wasn’t really expecting a reply since the ad was a bit old and it sounded like he was looking for something immediate.

A day or so later I receive this response:

Yea that all sounds good and you are the right submissive little bitch I need but this is an all around situation so finances must be available

So I asked for more clarification about the “finances” and if he had ever owned a faggot before. This was his reply:

I have one other
but he had to move his faggot ass to another state for work and can only
send me money monthly when I was used to having everything I want
whenever I wanted it so he’s about to be replaced or upgraded
I won’t tolerate disrespect
I am very dominant and demand to be treated as your master and when that
becomes too hard to understand and my punishments aren’t effective then
that relationship becomes null and void

I liked the sound of that, of course, so I wanted to know the specific duties he might require if he decided to own me. This was his reply:

I also have friends
that will need certain sexual services and guess what you will do what
you are told so if I’m having a party you will be invited as the fucking
slave. You will get all their piss and cum. If they want oral then you will do that also. If your sweet little
tight boy pussy looks good to them and they want to take turns fucking
you into submission then guess what you won’t have the option of saying
NO.

That sounds even better!

We weren’t able to meet up this weekend, but he sent me an email telling me that he wants me to bring him “Newports (a cigarette brand) and Absolut vodka” when we meet and he “can see his new pig.”

I’m mulling this over. He seems like exactly the type of cocky Alpha I love to serve, but two things bother me:

1. He sounds like another broke Alpha. It’s hard to respect a Man who is perpetually broke. I might give him a pass since he’s only 22 years old, though.

2. The cigarette smoking. I know a lot of fags get off on guys who smoke, but I’m definitely not one of them. I see cigarette smoking as a sign of weakness. People who smoke look like babies with binkies in their mouths. It’s repulsive behavior, but it becomes inexcusable when viewed in light of point #1. If you’re broke, you shouldn’t be wasting money on cigarettes.

I have another day or two to decide on whether my life should completely change course for this guy. He’s clearly planning to take over everything.

I absolutely love Samoan Men. I love their creamy brown skin and their dark, piercing eyes, but I especially love their incredible legs and feet. I have a pretty bizarre fetish for calf muscles, and Samoan Men have calves that make me almost dizzy with lust.

I have served just one Samoan Alpha in my life (they aren’t plentiful in my backwater area of the United States). His name was Jeremy. This Samoan Alpha wasn’t built like the Samoan in the picture above, but Samoan Men have so many natural muscles that even the average Samoan body looks great. Jeremy definitely turned me on.

Whenever he would call for service, he would begin by ordering me to worship his legs and feet, I would kneel before him while he sat in a chair and tenderly kiss and caress his muscular feet. He loved seeing a faggot submit to him in this way.

Then, of course, he would demand a blow job. Jeremy had an average dick, but it was fat and brown. He would often lay back and admire his cock stretching my mouth open before holding my head and face fucking me.

Every blowjob would be interrupted by Jeremy lifting his thick legs into the air and telling me to lick his ass. I would lap at his hairless, virgin asshole like a mindless puppy while he moaned in ecstasy.

Occasionally Jeremy would fuck me, pushing me roughly onto the floor and mounting me “froggy style” (his legs clamped around the outside of my legs). Mostly, though, he preferred to sit back and let me service him until he squirted down my throat.

Then he’d tell me to leave.

Sadly, my service to Jeremy ended when he finished college and went back home. I do wish I had some way to contact him. More than anything, I miss massaging those huge calves and tasting his powerful feet.

Love those Samoan Men!

The person in the pic above is the fag I found for Texas Alpha. Firmly lodged in his pussy is the plug Texas Alpha commanded me to buy for him. There have been exciting new developments regarding that sweet asshole that I will try to thoroughly cover in this latest update on Texas Alpha.

Read on, because now Texas Alpha wants to hear from all of you as well!

In my last update on Texas Alpha (you can read that here) I let Texas Alpha describe a recent weekend in which he introduced his fag to a good friend named Trent (name changed), and both Alphas used the fag over a weekend. Basically, every fag’s dream come true, right?

I asked the fag to give me his side of the experience, but the fag wasn’t initially cooperative (fags can get sloppy and absent-minded sometimes). He finally wrote to describe what happened:

Okay first I’ll describe Trent (friend of Texas Alpha).
He’s about the same height as Texas Alpha, and I think also the same age.
They are really good buddies and when they are together they are loud
and rowdy (primarily because they end up drinking a lot). They used to play
football together in high school. Trent is a lot bigger than Texas Alpha, however. He was a defense player or something like that. Hi is tall,
thick, muscular, white, and kinda hairy. Anyway that’s a bit about
Trent.

So
the first weekend rolls around and Texas Alpha introduces me to Trent as
his “Mentee” and explains he’s taken me under his wing. We go to dinner
at a restaurant in town and we all hang out. (Which is weird because Texas Alpha and I have only ever hung out once before – which was the very first day
we met – the day Texas Alpha was testing if he wanted to own me or not). It
was nice because I felt kind of like one of the guys.

Eventually we get back
to Texas Alpha’s apartment to watch a game on TV. That’s when things started
to change. Texas Alpha started ordering me to get this for him and get
that for him and whatnot. He then also ordered me to make some food and
snacks for himself and Trent.

Trent noticed and even commented that I “seemed to be his little house bitch.“ Texas Alpha then went on to say
that basically I was and that I did whatever he asked of me. Trent
thought it was cool and then joked about how much I really did.

That’s
when Texas Alpha told him how I literally do everything and anything he asked
of me. He then asked me to stand there and strip completely naked.
And I did. Trent seemed a little off put by my nakedness, but it got the
point across. My alpha then gestured me in front him him and then
demanded to use me as a leg stand (or leg rest). So I did.

Some time
passed and Trent commented on how I literally was being a naked human
leg stand.  Texas Alpha then told him that I’d do anything for Trent, all
he had to do was ask. Trent jokingly said, “well good make this
little bitch find me a girl to suck my dick!”

Texas Alpha gave me a look and
I instantly crawled over to Trent and reached up to unbuckle his
pants. Trent kicked me away and was like WTF but Texas Alpha said, “why wait
for a bitch when you can get sucked off right now?” My alpha had to
convince him with some smooth talking but eventually Trent caved and
let me suck him off, which he really enjoyed.

After Trent came in my mouth Texas Alpha explained to him that I was his fag and essentially
his property. The rest of that weekend I serviced both Texas Alpha and his
friend however they asked of me. I swallowed countless loads and did
countless things for them.

At one point they were really drunk and
playing a video game. Texas Alpha kept complaining about how he had to pee
but didn’t want to leave he couch. He then snapped his finger and said
“come here faggot you know what to do”. I walked over pulled off his
pants, kneeled and took his limp cock into my mouth and he began to piss
down my throat, all of which i swallowed. Trent saw this and then was accustomed to pissing down my throat. I actually don’t think he
pissed in the toilet the rest of the weekend.

But yeah…. I went
through three days of that. I was exhausted.

Much more intense than I previously thought! Through this experience, we see how straight Alpha males can come to realize their power and discover the joy of owning and using fags.

But their discoveries were only just beginning.

As I mentioned in one of the early updates, Texas Alpha’s fag was an 18 year old virgin. In fact, the fag was so tight that buttplugs like the one above wouldn’t fit comfortably into him. He worried about whether he should give up his virginity to Texas Alpha (who was clearly gearing up to take it) since Texas Alpha is quite large and very aggressive. Just as a reminder, here’s Texas Alpha’s big dick:

I convinced the fag to relax, reminding him that he is a fag and eventually he will need to give up his virginity to someone, so it might as well be a true straight Man like Texas Alpha.

Then, yesterday, I received this email from the fag:

Well it finally happened. Texas Alpha took my virginity this weekend. My ass is still sore as fuck. My
hole feels so sore from being used all weekend. I can hardly count how
many times he fucked me.

It also wasn’t just him, though. His friend Trent
came back into town and took a few turns raping my hole as well. I don’t know
where to even start … how to even talk about it honestly. I don’t even
know if I believe what all happened to me this weekend, but I will try to explain:

Texas Alpha’s girlfriend went home this weekend because she knew Trent would be in
town and I don’t think she likes him (he’s loud and obnoxious and kind
of does whatever he wants). Anyway Texas Alpha made me come over Friday
morning to service him before his Friday class like he does every Friday
morning. I did the usual: I walked into his unlocked apartment and
walked up to his room where I found him already awake stroking his cock.

“You’re late, fag,” he said as I walked in to assume my place. I sucked him
off and then he face fucked me until he came down my throat.

After that he
then forced me to let him shove my plug into my hole a few times until it
was in place to his liking (a ritual I am used to now). I then
started to dress myself but then my master grabbed my wrists and told me,
“not today faggot, this weekend you are mine.” He then told me to stay
naked. He then forced my cock into its cage and told me that I was to
stay at his apartment cleaning all day and that if i thought I heard him
coming I was to get on my knees and raise my ass in the air and to be
ready. This had me scared and nervous.

Several hours went by and a few
times I assumed the position thinking he was home. My throat hurt from
the morning and my cock was tight in its cage. Then finally he came home
and my ass was up in the air ready for what he had planned. He walked
in the door and the first thing I heard him say was, "Thank god, you are a
good little slut aren’t ya.” Instantly I could smell the weed on him. I
look over my shoulder and can see he’s high an he’s also horny. His
door is hardly even closed and he already has his pants round his ankles on the floor. He walks over and slaps my ass several times. And then
without warning he roughly pulls my butt plug out of my ass and I jolt,
but he grabs my waist and says “where you going faggot?” He then picks
me up and throws me down on the couch, grabbing my ass and spreading
open my ass. “Mmmm… Not as ready as it could be but i want it now
faggot,.You ready to loose that ‘V card’ of yours and be mine forever ?”

I
say nothing.

“Well faggot?” he asks as he slaps my ass.

“Yes sir, do as you
please.” He then slowly rubbed his cock on my slightly opened hole and
then forced his cock balls deep Into me in one foul swoop. I cried out
and could barely breath but he didn’t care. He began to fuck my hole
rough and hard and it was so very painful but also very exciting and
pleasurable. He fucked me like that multiple times and then sat down and
forced me to sit on his big fat cock. He fucked me for what felt like
forever. Playing with my hole, pulling out, forcing in, slapping my ass
and drilling my hole till he finally came deep in me.

Before his cum
could fall out of my ass he pushed the plug back in. “Keep my seed right
where I want it faggot.” He then dressed and left me alone naked in the apartment. He later texted me: “same
rules from before apply.”

A few hours went by and I badly wanted to
take a shower and wash out my alphas cum but I knew he’d be pissed. As I
was about to go lay on the couch the door starts to open and before I
could get into position the door opens and who’s here… Not Texas Alpha, but
Trent.

"He’s got ya working huh… Well then,” Trent said. He walked to the sofa,
kicked off his basketball shorts, and barked "It’s not going to suck
itself, fag”. And that’s when I began to suck him off. If I’ve learned
one thing it’s that Trent has stamina for days. I was blowing him for
forever.

Then Texas Alpha walked in the door. “Well shit haha you’re here
early, Trent.”

"Yeah bro I needed to get off so I came early,” Trent replied, then
slapped my face as it’s around his cock.

"Nice man!” Texas Alpha replied. “Taught this fag a new
trick today. Turn him around ”

Trent pushed me off his fat dick and
turned me around to see the plug in my ass.

“Pull it out dude,” Texas Alpha said. “It’s
nice and ready for ya.”

He pulled it out and some of Texas Alpa’s cum oozes out.

"Ahh got it nice and lubed up for me huh” Trent said.

“Go ahead
man slide in,” Texas Alpha said. Travis did just that: he sat me down on his huge
cock and then forced it all the way in me. He than began to fuck me hard
and rough and I kept crying out and moaning.

Finally Texas Alpha said,
“I don’t have the patience for his bitching.” He then came over and
shoved his cock in my mouth to shut me up. Both of them then got really
into it and fucked my mouth and my ass like two wild men. Then both came in me at the same time and then high-fived.

Essentially that
was my entire weekend. Multiple fuckings, loads, piss drinks etc. Texas Alpha kept me naked and caged all weekend and they kept me busy
servicing their every needs. Kinda why I’m so beat and exhausted :/ 

Clearly, the fag was in a daze from losing his virginity in such a rough and unforgiving way. I reached out to Texas Alpha, who was prouder than a peacock.

Can you believe this? We are witnessing two straight Alpha males discovering the joy of owning and using fags to satisfy their own powerful urges and needs.

Be useful and available, fags, and you will find yourself serving Men and discovering your true purpose in life!

Thanks, as always, to my Master Texas Alpha and his fag for sharing their experiences so thoroughly.

A request from Texas Alpha

Texas Alpha wants to hear from my readers. He told me to ask you for suggestions for further training for his fag. Do you have any suggestions? Write to me and describe them.

A few years ago I met a young black Man named Chris. A friend of mine, aware of my writing background, asked me if I could help Chris with his final college term paper. Even though I wouldn’t be paid for it, I agreed to speak with Chris and possibly help him.

Chris and I played phone tag for a few days before finally making plans to meet at my condo. When Chris finally arrived on that crisp April evening, I was stunned to be confronted with one of the sexiest young black guys I’d ever seen. Chris was tall and thin, not really muscular but well-built. His body looked something like this:

Chris wasn’t a thug, however. He looked stylish with his distressed jeans, big black boots, and layered shirts. His clothing choices revealed his obvious charisma and confidence. Even within the first minutes of our meeting, Chris took over my condo with his easy charm. Chris was comfortable in his own skin, as if no situation could ever rattle him or disrupt his sense of purpose.

We began working on his term paper together. Chris explained that he needed a good grade on the term paper, as he was planning to transfer to Chicago after the summer to finish his degree and didn’t want to take the class again.

It didn’t take long for Chris to figure me out. He would lounge on the nearby bed while I typed at the computer, and he noticed my eyes studying his body as we talked. Soon, I was doing all of the writing while Chris played on his phone and ate my food. At one point, he even asked me to stop writing and make him a milkshake, which I thought was incredibly bold.

We didn’t come close to finishing the paper on that first night (thank goodness!), so Chris asked to come back. I agreed with obvious enthusiasm.

The next night Chris came back looking even better: brand new red and white Nike hightops expertly matching a red Oxford unbuttoned halfway down his torso. Chris smiled when I audibly gasped at the sight of him.

First, I fed Chris a lasagna I made especially for our second meeting. Then, like the previous night, I worked while Chris lounged on my bed, his long legs swinging over the edge. I couldn’t stop myself from looking over at him and smiling.

Finally, Chris decided to take some action. “Man, I really appreciate this help,” he said. “Are you sure I can’t pay you something?”

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” I stammered, “I’m glad to help you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, standing up. I only saw him out of the corner of my eye at first, but my heart suddenly started throbbing in my chest.

I turned to look up at him. He was standing over me, staring down at me. Then he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. I kept looking up at him, almost terrified, as he slid his boxer briefs down.

I laughed nervously before looking down to see Chris’ long, fat dick semi-erect near my face. I stopped laughing. I couldn’t really believe this was happening.

“How glad are you?” he asked ominously.

“Very glad.”

With that, Chris took me by my head and guided it down on his cock. Then he started ruthlessly fucking my face while I sat in the chair. Clearly Chris was turned on by taking me this way, because before long he was moaning so loudly that I began to panic that my neighbors would hear him through the walls. Finally, with a guttural moan and a few hard thrusts, Chris shot a load in my mouth.

After I cleaned his cock, Chris dressed and said he had to leave. He wanted to come back tomorrow to finish working on the paper. I nodded in agreement, still savoring the load sliding down the back of my throat.

We met a couple of days later and managed to finish the paper, our session ending with Chris forcing me to service him while he laid across my bed. He thanked me for writing his paper as he left that night, but nothing else.

That summer I occasionally heard from Chris whenever he needed a blowjob. He would stop by my condo late at night, or he’d text me some cute message like “hey, you up for another term paper assignment? I am!” before coming over and throat fucking me.

One Saturday near the end of the summer Chris said he wanted to spend the night. I grilled some hamburgers and waited. He eventually arrived, typically unapologetic, and ate my food. We didn’t talk much. There was a somber resignation in the air between us, knowing that he would be off to school soon and we might never see each other again.

Finally, Chris said he wanted to take a shower. He asked if I wanted to join him, but I told him I preferred to watch.

“Why?” he asked, confused.

“Because you’re beautiful,” I said.

He smiled confidently. “Yeah, I knew you’d say that.”

So I sat on the toilet and watched him shower. He put on a show for me, slowing soaping his body while watching my worshipful gaze. He loved the attention.

After he toweled off, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the bedroom.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. I obeyed. Then Chris pushed me onto the bed, sidling next to me.

“Suck my dick,” he commanded, placing his hand on my head.

I put his big dick in my mouth. It tasted of soap and salty flesh. As he grew harder in my throat, I could hear him pull something out of his nearby backpack. By the sound of the tearing wrapper, it was a condom.

He pushed my face away as he started to put the condom on.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he stated in no uncertain terms.

He rolled me onto my stomach and placed a firm hand around the back of my neck, forcing me into the mattress. Then I felt his thick cock head pushing against my rebellious hole.

There was a moment of panic. Chris was the first black guy I had been with since my rape several years earlier (I wrote about that here), and I had trouble being fucked since then anyway because I would often have flashbacks to that scary night.

I flinched, but Chris held me in place. He had already decided what he wanted, and he was going to take it. So he pushed inside me slowly, allowing me to feel every inch until it filled me up.

“Oooh fuck,” Chris moaned. He moved slowly at first, as if he was savoring the tightness of my hole around his shaft. But instinct quickly took over, and Chris began aggressively hammering into me. Frankly, I couldn’t believe I was taking a forceful fucking like that without passing out.

Eventually Chris released his tight grip on my neck and laid on top of me. The weight of his lean body on mine was sensual, and Chris began to grind into me. He was breathing into my ear.

“Turn over on your back. I want to fuck you like a bitch,” he whispered.

“Chris … I can’t … I can’t take it,” I begged.

Angry with my reaction, Chris lifted himself up with his arms and began to pile-drive me with his giant cock. I screamed in shock and pain, but he didn’t care. After a couple of minutes of pure, animal pounding, Chris groaned loudly as he came.

After he finished, Chris pulled out of me and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Meanwhile, I curled up in a ball, my asshole throbbing from the violation. I couldn’t catch my breath.

Chris came out of the bathroom and started to put his clothes on. He looked over at my shivering, frightened figure on the bed.

“That’s what you get,” he said calmly. “Don’t ever tell me ‘no’ again.”

“Okay,” I replied meekly.

Chris gathered his things and left.

Years passed, and I had moved on to serve other Alphas. Then one afternoon I received a call from a number I didn’t recognize. I let it go to voice mail. When I retrieved the message, I was stunned to hear Chris’ voice again. He said he was coming to town and would love to get together to “do more writing,” followed by a knowing laugh. I was happily surprised that he still had my number.

He said he would call me, but the call never came. Any messages I’ve since sent have gone unanswered.

Alphas like Chris are like vast gleaming ocean liners, and fags like me are simply convenient and useful ports. Alphas stop only to take what they need from each fag before sailing away. The fag, thoroughly used, can only watch his departure and hope the tide might bring him back someday.

I drove away two Alphas because I fell in love with them.

My first Alpha Roger (I wrote about him here) was happily using me as his pet fag when he met and fell in love with an attractive Latino girl. Suddenly Roger didn’t have time for me either as a friend (we’ve all been there) or as a personal cumbucket.

I became intensely jealous for the first time in my life, and found myself stalking Roger and tearfully confronting him about “our relationship” in the middle of the night. I remember one awful exchange:

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her!” said Roger, referring to his girlfriend.

“But what about me?!?” I screamed.

Long pause. “What about you?” asked Roger. I instantly broke down in tears.

It’s painfully embarrassing to think about today. Finally, an exasperated Roger told me he never wanted to see me again.

It took a couple of years to really forget Roger. Anonymous sex, drinking, and even drugs weren’t enough to erase my craving to serve Roger again.

Then I met Aaron. With his compact, muscled frame, tanned skin, and dominant attitude, Aaron attracted attention everywhere he went. And he loved the attention. He would purposely walk through the mall and attract of train of young, squealing girls behind him just to prove he still had that power.

My servitude to Aaron took years to cultivate. He was totally straight, but he loved having a faggot that would tend to his needs and worship him. He would watch with relaxed wonder as I massaged and kissed his powerful feet, confident in his place as my King.

So, of course, I fell in love with him, too. Aaron never really realized how much I loved him until he began dating a voluptuous black woman (she looks a bit like Serena Williams) that would eventually become his wife. Like Roger, Aaron was suddenly uncomfortable having a fag around. He no longer wanted me to serve him since he had a hot female to take care of him. And, like I did with Roger, I reacted badly, reducing myself to tearful begging and midnight arguments.

And, like Roger, Aaron eventually told me to get out of his life.

I’m relating these embarrassing stories from my past for one reason: to emphasize that faggots cannot have romantic feelings for the Men they serve. As we serve them, we might feel emotions like pride, honor, appreciation, lust, and happiness. These are perfectly acceptable emotions to have in the presence of Men.

However, we cannot start to wrongly think that these Men love us the way they might love a girlfriend or a wife. A fag is not a replacement for female companionship. No matter how many fags an Alpha male might own, he will still seek out pussy and an attractive female figure to hang on his arm. He is simply following his natural, inbred desire to procreate and to continue fortifying societal standards.

A Man might appreciate the service of a fag the way he appreciates the performance of his sports car or the performance of an expensive drill. However, a Man doesn’t love a fag, and will never be in love with a fag.

Furthermore, a Man doesn’t want love or emotion from a fag. A Man wants usefulness from a fag. Service. Devotion. A Man doesn’t want to deal with a weepy fag upset over the status of their relationship; Men get enough of that emotional abuse from women. A Man wants a fag to be useful in the moment, just a tool for his pleasure or benefit.

Once a fag accepts this reality, its service improves and its life becomes much more fulfilling.

Pictured above is the caged cock of the 18 year old fag I found for Texas Alpha, my young dominant straight Man who is quickly learning to own and use fags in addition to women (CLICK HERE for all previous updates on this fascinating story). Texas Alpha’s progress continues to amaze even me. There are several new developments in this latest update. Please click through to keep reading.

As I mentioned in the previous update, Texas Alpha made me buy his fag a chastity cage, a couple of buttplugs, and some fishnet underwear. When I asked Texas Alpha for a picture of his faggot with a buttplug installed, he said that they were still working with the plug because the fag’s hole is too tight. This fact seems to excite Texas Alpha to no end. He cannot hardly wait to puncture his fag’s virgin pussy.

Instead, Texas Alpha sent me a picture of his fag wearing the cage and the fishnet undies I had purchased. When he sent the pics to me, Texas Alpha had this to say:

A few days went by, and an email suddenly appeared in my inbox from Texas Alpha’s fag. Here is what he had to say:

My alpha made me drink his piss last night … I’ve never been more humiliated… He made me drink his piss several
times last night when he was drunk. He would make me drink his piss
directly from his cock so that way he didn’t have to leave the couch
during his video games.

I was concerned about the “humiliated” part of his story, so I asked him if he was hurt or upset. This is how he responded:

Humiliated in a good way.

Incredible! I asked Texas Alpha for his side of the story.

So here we have a straight Man who, prior to meeting me, had never tried anything with another male, and now he has basically enslaved a fag as his own personal property. And Texas Alpha loves it!

When I asked Texas Alpha about how the situation with his fag has affected his relationship with his girlfriend, he said this:

At this point, my mind was reeling. Aside from fucking (Texas Alpha hasn’t deflowered the fag yet), it seemed like Texas Alpha had covered all the bases involved with owning a fag.

Then he upped the ante once again. Here is the conversation I had with Texas Alpha this morning:

That’s right … Texas Alpha is now openly sharing his fag with his friends! These old high school friends took turns pumping the fag’s throat and making him service their every need all weekend. Amazing.

Men like Texas Alpha actually exist in this world. They were born to be worshiped, and they expect nothing less than total devotion and service.

And fags were born to be their slaves forever.

These are eternal truths. Learn to fulfill your role in this natural order.

The above excerpt comes from a failed negotiation between me and Alpha “Peter.” This is just one of the Alphas I will discuss in this latest update (the previous update can be accessed here).

Alpha Peter

When I last updated, Alpha Peter (a local Alpha) had threatened to rape me in a rather intense text message conversation. Peter is completely straight, but absolutely loves to have his big cock worshiped. 

Unfortunately, I was at the same time getting hastily involved with California Alpha (see below), the dominant straight guy in California that eventually made a claim on me. California Alpha demanded to speak with Peter (since California Alpha considered me his property) about this situation.

During their conversation California Alpha convinced Peter that he should force me to pay $250 every time I sucked his cock. This, of course, excited Peter tremendously. In college, Peter had a much older doctor who would pay $100 every time Peter let him suck his dick, and Peter loved seeing fags so submissive and eager to service him that they’d be willing to pay him for the privilege.

Of course, I balked at such a steep price. Really, I don’t think I should pay for dick. Since I refused, Peter has stopped messaging me. However, I do think he will be back.

California Alpha

California Alpha had decided he wanted to own me, but I was already serving Texas Alpha (he is getting his own updates – here is the latest). Texas Alpha agreed to share me in a rather unique dual partnership. I received my orders in a group chat. They had me doing various chores like checking in with them every morning and evening to reinforce my submission to them.

Very quickly, though, the partnership began to crack. Texas Alpha thought California Alpha was “just kind of a fucking asshole,” while California Alpha kept trying to make me admit I’d rather have him as my sole Owner. The two stopped communicating with each other, making it difficult to know what was happening.

Then California Alpha mostly ruined the situation with Peter with his suggestions, most likely in an attempt to keep me chaste.

After that, California Alpha said he wanted to direct some of his personal fags to me so that I could help train them. I was intrigued by this idea, mainly because it would give me a chance to know more about this west coast Alpha. When asked, California Alpha told me he was making about $1,200 a month taking money from six fags he owned, but he wanted more.

Then, suddenly, California Alpha disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him, and I’m not sure I want to know. California Alpha had one of the sexiest personalities I’ve ever encountered, but he was also a bit toxic, too.

Italian Alpha

Things intensified with Eric, the gorgeous, big-dicked straight Alpha from Milan, Italy. In his mind, the plan to have me move permanently to Italy and become his slave was going to happen within the next year. In fact, he even picked out a maid uniform I would be wearing when not completely nude!

Eric is the perfect Alpha for me. He’s young, well-built, straight, and completely self-centered. For him, our proposed situation wasn’t about sex. It was about ownership. Eric loved the idea of owning a faggot and completely controlling its life. That sounded wonderful to me, too.

However, Eric expected it all right now. He would repeatedly text me all day and night demanding worship from me when I was trying to work or get other things accomplished, and he would get angry when I wouldn’t respond promptly. He also became quite upset when I explained that moving to Italy might be more complicated than he originally thought.

Eventually, it got to the point where I couldn’t breathe. The constant demands wouldn’t be a problem if I had no other responsibilities (i.e. if I were his full-time slave and nothing more), but I can’t do that in my current life.

So I finally blocked him. I know, I’m a bad faggot. I just felt like I couldn’t ever meet his demands and be the kind of faggot he really needs.

Glenn (the work Alpha)

As I said in my last update, I didn’t think things were going in the right direction with Glenn, the black Alpha who visits my office. He was getting back into his relationship with his old girlfriend, and between that and vacations, I hadn’t seen much of him in several weeks.

Monday of last week Glenn came into the office, and he was sick. The poor guy was miserable, but still looked fantastic. Glenn is good at putting up a front.

“I can make you some homemade chicken noodle soup,” I offered as I patted his muscular shoulder.

Glenn smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’d like that.”

“So when do you want me to bring it over?” I asked.

“Naw, man, I’m coming over to your place,” Glenn said sternly.

“You are?” I asked.

“Yeah, that way I can get the soup … and something else. It’s private over at your place.”

I smiled, slightly surprised.

“Maybe I can give you a key so you can get some whenever you need it,” I responded flirtatiously.

Glenn smiled widely. “Fuck yeah.”

Now I just figured Glenn was playing around with me – I never really believe this stuff is happening until it actually happens – so I completely forgot about that conversation by Friday when Glenn came by the office and strode over to my desk.

“You got that key?” Glenn asked immediately.

I slammed my hand down on the desk. “Oh no! I forgot!” I exclaimed.

“Damn,” Glenn muttered, obviously disappointed. “I almost called you last night to remind you.”

My mouth was probably hanging open so widely that a Clydesdale could’ve fucked it. Is it natural for a straight Alpha to be this focused on using a fag? If this is just flirtatious banter, doesn’t it seem odd that the joke has carried on for this length of time?

I’m still not sure if the situation with Glenn will go any farther. First I need to give him that key …

When I turned 17 years old I got a job as a busboy at an Italian restaurant. There I met Roger, the Alpha who eventually helped me discover the truth of my existence as a fag.

I think Roger knew about me from the first day we met. I stumbled over words in his presence, my eyes constantly darting around in hormonal panic mode. I could barely look at him because he was so startlingly beautiful. His face was a cross between a young Richard Gere and Morten Harket of A-Ha.

Roger’s body was perfect, too; thin waist, rippled abs, wide shoulders and worked-out chest. I couldn’t stop staring at him all the time, and Roger immediately noticed the attention. He also loved the attention.

Soon Roger was asking me to hang out at the mall and eventually at his parent’s house. We would listen to some of Roger’s awful metal music and he would tell me about the girls he fucked. I would sit there and listen in rapt attention. Roger thought I was jealous of his conquests, but I was instead imagining myself as one of those girls.

Roger would also make a point of telling me about the size and girth of his cock. I would visibly squirm from the exquisite torture of his descriptions. I would occasionally tease him back, almost daring him to show it to me. Roger would just nonchalantly laugh those comments off.

One afternoon we returned to his house and Roger decided to wrestle me to the ground. I fought back as well as I could, but Roger was a superior foe. After a while of holding me down and slapping me in the face, Roger got up.

“I need to change. Maureen (his girlfriend at the time) will be here soon.” he said. Then he added: “Stay there, faggot.”

Roger disappeared into the laundry room, but left the door open slightly. I crawled over to the crack in the door and peeked inside. There stood Roger fully naked as he put on a fresh pair of underwear. His lithe, tanned body was breathtaking bathed in the light from the upper basement window.

When Roger pulled up his fresh underwear, he turned enough that I could see his cock. It was everything he told me. His limp cock was bigger than mine at full mast. It was so long and fat that Roger had to physically lift it into place inside the new pair of underwear.

Out of fear, I never mentioned to Roger that I had seen his gigantic rod. However, seeing it changed something in me. I suddenly felt tiny in his presence, overwhelmed by a need to serve him.

One night I got my chance. I was in Roger’s basement when he decided he wanted to watch one of those cheesy “women in prison” b-movies. He sat across two chairs, and I laid down on the floor next to him. About halfway through the film, Roger was fidgeting above me.

“Can I have a blow job?” Roger asked timidly.

I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly, so I asked him to repeat it.

“Can I have a blow job?” he asked again, this time more forcefully.

My heart stopped momentarily. When I regained consciousness, my mind raced. What do I say to that?

“I don’t know how,” I mumbled meekly.

With that, Roger stood up. “Get on your knees,” he said calmly. I clamored to my knees as Roger undid the button on his shorts. In one swift motion, his semi-erect cock was jutting out of his fly, supported by his hand.

“Here,” he said as he wrapped a hand around the back of my head. Within an instant, Roger’s cock was sliding into my mouth. It was so warm, the firm head punching against my tonsils. I was fighting against the urge to choke – it was my first time sucking a cock – but it felt so natural to me.

It didn’t take Roger long to cum – he said he was too excited – and I made the mistake of spitting it out in a moment of panic. I can still remember the taste and my surprise at the sudden bursts of hot liquid in my mouth.

After that, I became Roger’s personal blowjob machine. Needless to say, we spent a lot of time in that basement and I spent a lot of time on my knees.

Unfortunately, I fell in love with Roger just as he was falling in love with the girl that would eventually become his wife. Many nights I would wait for him to come home so I could see him, and I caused far too many fights because of my jealousy. Eventually, Roger ended it with me because he couldn’t handle having a girlfriend and a jealous fag.

I’ve seen Roger only one or two times since then. Whenever I do, he makes it plainly obvious that he wants nothing more to do with me. I always watch him walk away with a great and empty ache. You never let go of your first Alpha.

Many of you might remember Texas Alpha, the gorgeous young Texan stud with the huge dick (pictured above) who contacted me through this blog. His girlfriend wasn’t worshiping him the way he felt he deserved, and, after coming across my writing, wanted me to serve him. I lived too far away, so I posted here asking for any fags in his area to take care of him properly (that original post is here). The response was phenomenal.

As I wrote in my update (read that here), I eventually found Texas Alpha a cute, 18 year old virgin who wanted to serve him. At the time of my last update, they were just getting together for the first time.

Here is how the fag described their first meeting:

Good evening! Sorry my new alpha has had me busy since last night when we met up. He told me that I could talk to you about my experiences. He’s a very nice man but also very assertive and aggressive. He had me come over last night and I walked in and saw him drinking a beer relaxing on his recliner. He immediately called me over and put me on my knees. I sucked him off for a good 15 min. He likes to move slow and really enjoy for as long as possible. Then once he was done with his beer he then grabbed my head and face fucked me with my head between his legs while he sat on his chair. That picture didn’t do his cock justice. I literally gaged and choked on it so much, my throat is still sore as hell from it. 

Today he left a key under his door mat and had me clean his entire apartment ( he even left me a chore list). Finally after he got off work he requested I leave my key care hidden outside so he could scan into my dorm. He requested that I lay naked with my ass up and ready in the air. I waited like that almost an hour and then he finally arrived and played with my hole for what felt like forever. Then he fucked my face again and then finally came on my ass. It was incredible being able I serve him like that. He literally left not long ago and he just now have me the clear to tell you all of this. He’s making me screen shot it and send it to him. I am so very lucky to have him and he told me that I better fucking appreciate what you have done for me. So thank you for setting me up with such a dominant alpha! I promise I will serve him well.

So I asked Texas Alpha about the experience from his end:

Later I asked Texas Alpha how he felt about the experience of owning a fag (since this was his first time). This was his response:

Then Texas Alpha added a new wrinkle to the fag’s life:

So I asked Texas Alpha for an update the next day:

I wanted to know how Texas Alpha felt now that he literally owned a fag slave for the first time in his life, so I pressed him on the issue:

Texas Alpha then ordered me to buy a bunch of training tools for the fag, including a couple of buttplugs, some underwear, and a chastity device. I of course did this without hesitation. 

It has been an incredible privilege to watch a young straight Alpha Male discover his power over others and enjoy the benefits of their submission to him. To me, he is truly a God and a Man worthy of complete devotion.

Last night I went with friends to a local sports bar to watch baseball. We sat at one end of the long bar, ordered food, and proceeded to get very, very drunk.

I’ve always been a happy drunk, the kind of guy who will do any kind of humiliating thing for a laugh. So there I was in the middle of a big group  (I had made instant friends with a couple of people sitting next to us) telling stories about masturbation and being generally loud.

At the other end of the bar were two guys around 30 years old. Normal guys, jeans and tee shirts, baseball caps, just sitting there talking and looking straight ahead like most heterosexual men do at places like that. I had noticed them at the other end of the bar at one point, but I hadn’t spoken to either guy or even made eye contact with them.

Suddenly, one of the two guys (he was wearing a blue and white baseball cap) got up and walked over to our group. I thought he was going to start a fight because we were being loud. He moved between the people surrounding me and walked up to me.

“Come sit with us,” he said to me. He wasn’t asking.

I smiled and grabbed my beer. “Okay,” I replied.

So I followed him over to his buddy, who barely acknowledged me as I sat down next to them. Since I sometimes like to be flirtatious with straight guys, I playfully put my head on his shoulder and asked, “So, what do you want to talk about?”

He pulled his shoulder away. “No, no, no,” he said firmly.

I put my head down. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered, embarrassed. I was terrified that he might assault me.

He leaned over my hunched and humiliated frame. “It’s okay. You’re fine. I understand,” he said, reassuringly.

After that, we talked about baseball for a while (?) until I blacked out. I didn’t get his number or any way to contact him. 

What does this mean? I can’t make any sense of it – was this straight guy trying to pick me up? 

So now I guess I’ll be going back to that bar in a search for that bold straight guy who apparently made a claim on me.

About five years ago I met a gorgeous, tough-looking straight Alpha with a shaved head and a muscular (but not overly ripped) 6-foot build. My fag friends and I disrespectfully called him “Baldo.” He looked something like a smaller, younger version of wrestler Nathan Jones (pictured above). 

At first, I didn’t think Baldo was my type. The muscles were nice, and he looked sexy with a shaved head, but he was prone to wearing tight, filthy-looking jeans and cowboy boots. He also drank quite a bit and looked like the kind of guy who would take on an entire bar in a fight. In many ways, he fit the profile of an Alpha redneck, and this was never really my type of guy.

But Baldo sensed my submissiveness immediately, and one night after some heavy drinking, he invited himself over to my house. There, he shoved me to my knees and began forcefully fucking my face. Baldo didn’t have a huge dick (maybe seven inches?), but it was thick enough to be a challenge for me. 

Another issue: Baldo had an annoying and loose frenum piercing (pic below) that added to my frustrations. I hated that piercing, but he refused to listen to my pleas to remove it for our semi-regular face fucking sessions.

Soon, though, I found myself absolutely drunk on Baldo’s forcefulness. He would unexpectedly drop by my place in the middle of the night, fuck my mouth, and leave. He didn’t care about my needs, the needs of my neighbors, nothing. Just loud, aggressive face fucking and gallons of jizz down my throat.

Then one night Baldo interrupted a typical face fucking by picking me up and throwing me over a saw horse I had in my living room (I was remodeling at the time). He brutally fucked me over the saw horse. Then he left, of course. 

After that, fucking became a regular part of our routine. I remember one night Baldo showed up drunk, grabbed me by the throat, pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me face-down into the mattress. He then proceeded to hate fuck my ass, his thick arm wrapped around my throat so tightly I felt like I might pass out. It was terrific, but also quite scary. In many ways, Baldo was the perfect Alpha for a fag like me.

But there was one huge problem looming over our situation: Baldo had a long-term girlfriend. I didn’t know about her at first (Alphas rightfully have secrets), but eventually the guilt began to wear on me. Somewhere out there was a girl planning a wedding with the Man who was raping my asshole late every Saturday night. It just became too much.

Fortunately, Baldo took a job in another state, and we both moved on. 

Four years passed without a word from Baldo until a few weeks ago. He texted me out of the blue to see if I was still his faggot. Apparently he returned to the area recently and was looking to use me again.

Only now he’s married.

And he still has that stupid dick piercing.

We ended up in a long text message conversation this weekend (his wife was out of town) where he practically begged to shove his dick into “that tight hole” and also “skull fuck” me. Of course, the offer sounded wonderful. I would love to feel his huge, unforgiving arms wrapped around my throat again while he drunkenly rapes me. However, I just can’t seem to let it happen out of respect for a wife I’ve never met. 

I know that, for many people on Tumblr, the idea of serving a straight Man seems like nothing more than wishful thinking. “Sure, it’s a hot fantasy,” say desperately disgruntled fags, “but it never happens in real life.”

This couldn’t be further from the truth. Straight Men have owned and used fags since the beginning of time. And, thanks to the Internet, more straight Men than ever before are discovering the pure pleasures of owning fags.

This is perfectly illustrated by the example of Texas Alpha (I first discussed him here and just recently here), the drop-dead sexy Alpha who contacted me a few weeks ago through this blog. 

Texas Alpha is a hung 22 year old straight guy with a girlfriend and lots of frat buddies. He happened across my blog while looking at porn, and began reading some of what I’ve written on the subject of fags serving as slaves to Men. He was so intrigued by the idea that he contacted me, and we began to talk.

During our conversations, he mentioned how he felt like he should be worshiped and served, something his girlfriend wouldn’t do. He told me that he had never done anything with a guy, but wasn’t against it. Of primary importance was the worship – Texas Alpha believed that people are there to serve him and his needs. 

He wanted me to serve him, but I lived too far away. That’s when he ordered me to find him a fag in his area to serve him the way he deserves. So I did. I eventually discovered a cute 18 year old virgin fag that was interested, so I got them in touch with each other.

This straight Alpha Male and this eager fag finally met each other Tuesday night. Here’s what the fag wrote to me afterwards:

Good evening! 

Sorry my new alpha has had me busy since last night when we met up. He told me that I could talk to you about my experiences. He’s a very nice man but also very assertive and aggressive. He had me come over last night and I walked in and saw him drinking a beer relaxing on his recliner. He immediately called me over and put me on my knees. I sucked him off for a good 15 min. He likes to move slow and really enjoy for as long as possible. Then once he was done with his beer he then grabbed my head and face fucked me with my head between his legs while he sat on his chair. That picture didn’t do his cock justice. I literally gagged and choked on it so much, my throat is still sore as hell from it. 

Today he left a key under his door mat and had me clean his entire apartment ( he even left me a chore list). Finally after he got off work he requested I leave my key care hidden outside so he could scan into my dorm. He requested that I lay naked with my ass up and ready in the air. I waited like that almost an hour and then he finally arrived and played with my hole for what felt like forever. Then he fucked my face again and then finally came on my ass. It was incredible being able I serve him like that. 

He literally left not long ago and he just now have me the clear to tell you all of this. He’s making me screen shot it and send it to him. I am so very lucky to have him and he told me that I better fucking appreciate what you have done for me. So thank you for setting me up with such a dominant alpha! I promise I will serve him well.

Bear in mind, Texas Alpha has never had sex with a male before. However, it took mere minutes for Texas Alpha to release his inner animal and quickly dominate this young fag. Ultimately, Texas Alpha is just like any straight Man, cocky and uninhibited and hungry for service. When these Alphas find a submissive willing to serve them, their instincts take over and they are capable of anything.

Later, I asked Texas Alpha about how he felt after claiming and using his first fag:

As you can clearly see, straight Alpha Men everywhere are learning that fags are born to worship and serve them. These deserving Men are claiming faggot slaves of their very own to take care of their wants and needs without complaint. 

Nobody needed to teach Texas Alpha how to properly use and own a fag. It’s in his DNA. Texas Alpha, like all straight Alpha males, is born to breed, dominate, and own inferiors. He is only now discovering the true depth of his power over others.  

That cock belongs to the Alpha in Texas (I first mentioned him here) I’ve been talking to recently. He’s just one of the amazing straight Alphas I’ll discuss in this latest update.

TEXAS ALPHA

This gorgeous, hung 22 year old contacted me through this site last month. He was hoping that I could serve him since his girlfriend doesn’t give him the kind of worship he believes he deserves (and he does deserve it).

Since I could not serve him (although I did offer to fly out to him and worship him properly for a week), he put me to work searching for fags in his area that could take care of him. While this hurt me – I wanted to be that fag – I did my duty and spent a week or two looking around his area for suitable replacement fags.

I did finally find a fag for him, a cute 18 year old virgin with an insatiable desire to suck cock. So now Texas Alpha has a fag to serve him (sigh), but he’s also quite grateful to me for working so hard to satisfy him. Texas Alpha told me he intends to keep me as his “long distance faggot” (his words) because I worked so hard to please him. He also told me that I’m “lucky he lets me serve him.” Indeed I am.

GLENN (The work Alpha)

When I last discussed Glenn (here) he had just returned to his ex-girlfriend, but made some indications that he still wanted me to suck his cock.

Glenn went on a two-week vacation, so I didn’t see him for a while. When he returned, he talked about his trip and how dissatisfied he was with his girlfriend’s sexual resistance. I told him I was sorry he was frustrated.

“I wouldn’t be frustrated with you, would I?” Glenn asked slyly. 

I smiled, but feigned ignorance. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you wouldn’t resist, would you?” answered Glenn.

“No, Sir. Fags give Men what they want.” I stammered.

Glenn smiled. “That’s what I like to hear, bitch.” 

Then some coworkers walked up, and we stopped talking. Since then, we haven’t had much of a chance to speak to each other. The flirting continues, but I’m not really sure where this is going.

The Italian Alpha

I first shared pics and video of this incredibly hot young Alpha in Milan, Italy named Eric (right here) just a week or two ago, but things continue to heat up between us. Here’s a conversation from yesterday.

He also sent me another pic of his glorious body.

Eric is absolutely adamant that I come to live with him as his house fag for the rest of my life. Basically, he wants to own me. I must admit I’m quite nervous about that prospect, but it also fulfills a need inside of me. 

Alpha Peter

Peter (formerly Alpha #1) disappeared after my last update (here), but that isn’t particularly unusual. Peter is busy with work, and he’s also quite nervous about using a fag. However, as it goes with most Men, when he gets horny enough he craves any kind of attention.

After a week or two of silence, Peter texted me at five in the morning last Saturday. He wanted me to come over and suck his cock and let him fuck me. Of course, I was in a car headed to a lake with some friends at the time, but I messaged him for quite a while during the trip. 

It was a hot conversation, with Peter repeating over and over that he wanted to rape me. He also sent me several photos of his giant dick.

In the heat of the moment he also sent me a short clip of him stroking his dick while muttering nasty things to me. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to embed that in this post.

I haven’t heard from Peter since then, but I think we’re getting closer to something quite intense.

An unexpected benefit of running a site devoted to serving straight Alpha Men is that I’ve met quite a few straight Alpha Men. Why are they here? It seems they often stumble on it looking at porn. But once they discover my message, they end up contacting me to find out more about being worshiped.

Recently I was contacted by a 22 year old Alpha named Eric who lives in Milan, Italy. In other words, Eric is approximately 4,700 miles away from me. Even though we seemingly had no chance for a connection, I kept talking to him.

Eric began telling me that, even though he’s straight and fucks girls all the time, he’s always wanted to have a house fag to own and control. This, of course, rang my bell immediately. Eric said he wanted this house fag to sleep at the foot of his bed (unless he’s fucking a girl, of course), cook him meals, and worship his body.

Then Eric showed me his body. Well, more specifically, his giant cock. 

As we continued to talk, he expressed a desire to have me as his house fag. This, of course, involves quitting my job and leaving my family and country to serve him for the rest of my life. 

So we discussed that. At one point I asked him about the possibility that he might get married to a woman, and what might happen to me.

Kinda hot, right?

I’m still debating this entire thing. Eric is probably the first straight Alpha who closely aligns with my thinking. He’s straight, loves to be worshiped in various ways (he loves to be smelled!), and wants to own a fag as his personal property. That’s hard to find anywhere.

But he lives in Italy! Such a huge step!

We are still discussing things at this stage, but Eric loves jerking his big dick to conversations about how I will serve him. But this isn’t just some fantasy for him – he really wants to own a fag and have that fag serve him indefinitely. 

We will see where it leads.

In Part One of this series (you can read that here) I described a conversation I had with a 19 year old fag named Noah who wanted to serve his older cousin, a 22 year old straight Alpha male.

In Part Two (you can read that here), I detailed how I helped Noah manipulate his 17 year old cousin (the younger brother of the Alpha cousin) into using him.

In Part Three (you can read that here), I revealed a conversation I had with the Alpha cousin after he took Noah’s cell phone away from him. 

Some time passed before the older Alpha returned Noah’s phone, and Noah immediately texted me to share his experience during the course of the previous night. The following is our actual conversation. Noah is in gray on the left, and I’m in purple on the right.

As we can see from Noah’s once-in-a-lifetime experience, fags who are brave and show courage when trying to serve Alpha Men often reap huge rewards. Had Noah remained in secret, hiding behind a collapsing and phony shell of heterosexual mimicry, he never would have had the chance to serve THREE Alpha Men and fulfill his destiny as a slave to their desires. 

I’m very proud of Noah and all fags who use their energies and strengths to serve the Men in this world who deserve our worship. 

In Part One of this series (you can read that here) I described a conversation I had with a 19 year old fag named Noah who wanted to serve his older cousin, a 22 year old straight Alpha male.

In Part Two (you can read that here), I detailed how I helped Noah manipulate his 17 year old cousin (the younger brother of the Alpha cousin) into using him. 

When I ended Part Two, Noah went over to the older Alpha cousin’s house and gave him a handjob. It seemed like Noah was well on his way to becoming a useful fag for two straight Alphas in his own family.

Then, the older Alpha cousin took Noah’s phone from him and started messaging me, demanding answers. Here is my remarkable conversation with Noah’s older cousin (the Alpha is in gray on the left, I’m in purple on the right). 

After this, I didn’t hear from the Alpha cousin again and an entire day passed. Again, I began to worry that something happened to Noah.

The next day Noah contacted me to tell me what happened after the Alpha cousin stopped talking to me. I’ll leave that incredible discussion for the final installment in this series tomorrow!

When I left this story yesterday (you can catch up by reading PART ONE right here), 19 year old fag Noah was frantically texting me about how his hot 17 year old cousin was giving him signals. I advised him as best as I could, and Noah disappeared for a few hours.

I feared Noah was in trouble. Finally, I texted Noah to see if he was okay. Here’s what Noah told me. The following are actual excerpts of our conversation. Noah is the conversation in the gray boxes to the left, and my responses are in the purple boxes to the right.

Then Noah disappeared for a couple of hours. I assumed he went over to his older cousin’s house, but I worried that the younger cousin informed the older cousin of Noah’s earlier actions and the brothers might conspire to harm him.

However, when Noah returned, it was clear that the older cousin had other ideas.

At this point, I figured I wouldn’t be hearing from Noah again because he would probably be busy dealing with his older cousin and his cousin’s friend. Noah seemed safe, and that’s all I really wanted to know.

Then, almost an hour later, I started receiving texts from Noah’s older cousin! 

It seems the older cousin took Noah’s phone from him as a punishment, and wanted to know what Noah has told me. Here I was, face-to-face with a straight Alpha male, and an angry one to boot.

It’s a long conversation, so I’m going to cut that up for tomorrow’s installment. 

Stay tuned!

I lost my anal virginity when I was raped at knifepoint at the age of 20.

Prior to that, I had only orally served one Alpha (my best friend at the time) as well as several younger guys my age and some creepy older guys I met through personals and other means.

One Saturday night I attended a huge 21st birthday party for a friend-of-a-friend. More than 150 kids were stuffed into this small reception hall, their sweaty, drug-and-alcohol fueled bodies writhing to thumping club music. It was yet another distasteful example of wealthy parents doing too much to spoil an ignorant kid.

Clubs have never been my scene (I’m much more of a laid-back sports bar or dive kind of fag), so I was largely disinterested in the faux-club atmosphere at the party. Additionally, I didn’t want to get too drunk and start dancing, which would be a dead giveaway to my faggish tendencies. So I chose to hang along the perimeter of the party, making idle chit-chat and slowly drinking draft beer. Soon, my friends (the guys who actually knew the Birthday Boy) were off trying to pick up chicks, leaving me to wander aimlessly through the crowd.

I was just getting bored enough to leave when I made eye contact with a tall, muscular black guy. He wasn’t thuggish like some of the other black guys in attendance; he wore nice jeans (actually pulled up over his ass!) and a plaid shirt stretched tightly over his impressive pecs. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

To my utter astonishment, he came over to me and introduced himself as “Kenny.” He said he was 22 years old and just finishing a Business major (aren’t they all?) at an out-of-state college. I barely heard anything he said because I was transfixed by his dark, deeply-set eyes, his wet, kissable lips, and his bright white teeth.

Kenny looked a bit like this (with less upper body development):

We talked about sports (we both love baseball) and movies, mostly. We also had a few laughs making fun of the painful dance moves of several drunk white boys. The conversation was easy, relaxed, and nothing remotely sexual. In fact, I figured Kenny was just talking to me to pass the time.

Then, as he was leaving, he came up to me. “Hey man, you got a phone number? Maybe we can hang out sometime,” said Kenny.

“Uh … uh … sure,” I stuttered excitedly. After retrieving a pen from a nearby girl, I quickly wrote my number down on a monogrammed napkin and handed it to Kenny.

“Thanks, man. Great meeting you,” Kenny said as he turned to leave.

My blood was pumping so hard I thought I might pass out. “You too,” was all I could squeak out in response.

Torturous days passed without a phone call. Then a week. By the second week, I had slumped into a depressive state with derogatory self-dialogues: Yeah, right, like he would be interested in you. You’re disgusting, and he’s a god. You could never get a man like him. 

Then, that second Friday after the party, my phone rang around 5pm. It was Kenny.

“What are you doing tonight?” Kenny asked.

“Just hanging around my apartment. No plans,” I answered in the most nonchalant way possible.

“How ‘bout I come over and we hang out for a while?” he suggested.

“Uh … sounds good.”

I hurriedly cleaned my apartment. I had only been living on my own for a few months at this point, but it’s amazing how dirty a 20 year old guy can be when he lives alone. Fortunately, I finished the cleanup just before Kenny knocked on my door.

When I opened the door, there he stood looking even more amazing than he did at the party. Shined-up black dress shoes, tight blue jeans, a tucked-in black Oxford shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose his chest and a brilliant silver necklace. He was breathtaking.

I made a couple of drinks (rum and Coke) and we sat on opposite ends of the couch. We talked about the party, random stuff. It wasn’t a sexy conversation at all.

However, I couldn’t stop staring at his body; his chest, his long torso, his narrow hips, his arms. I hadn’t been in the presence of an Alpha like this since my high school best friend, and it was more intoxicating than the drinks.

I think Kenny saw how much I admired his body, and he liked the adoration. Soon, Kenny’s dick was visibly erect and running down his left leg. Kenny put his left hand over it, both as a disguise and as a way to rub on it. Of course, I caught that action immediately, and I found myself staring at it uncontrollably.

Finally, Kenny abruptly broke the ice.

“You like that, huh?” he said, rubbing his dick a bit more obviously. I nodded, almost unable to speak.

“You want to suck my dick?” Kenny asked. I looked at him, unsure of what I should do.

“Come here,” he commanded gently. I began to scoot over to him on the couch.

“Get down on your knees,” he commanded, a bit more roughly. I complied.

Kenny unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His enormous cock flopped back and onto his stomach. Kenny’s big right hand grabbed my head, pulling me close to his dick as his left hand positioned it upwards. Then Kenny pushed my head down on it.

Fortunately my high school Alpha had a very large cock, so I was already trained for Men of that size. I think this surprised Kenny, who suddenly realized that he had a skilled cocksucker between his legs. Kenny became more aggressive, pushing my head down on him and forcing me to gag. My eyes started to tear up.

As I sucked him, Kenny undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. I looked up at his flat, sculpted abs and defined chest. I began to run my hands across his lean torso, an act of worship that Kenny seemed to really like. He began to moan loudly, which only turned me on even more.

No matter what I did, though, I couldn’t get Kenny to cum. My sucking only seemed to make him more aggressive, but it didn’t do the trick. I was getting frustrated.

Then Kenny gave me another order. “Take off your pants, bitch.”

I undid my pants and pushed them down over my ass. Kenny reached over me and slid a finger inside me. “Ooh, shit, that’s tight.”

Before that moment, the only thing that had ever been in my ass was my own finger. Kenny’s finger probing me felt great, but I was also terrified because I hadn’t prepared myself for anal sex – I thought Kenny was just another guy I had no chance of landing. Now, suddenly, it seemed that Kenny was prepared for more than I ever intended.

Kenny pulled my head off of his cock, one hand sliding down around the back of my neck. He pushed me down onto my stomach as he crawled on top of me. I could feel his cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He pinned me to the floor, kissing my neck as he gyrated on top of me.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked, breaking the mood.

Above me, I could feel Kenny’s demeanor change. “No, do you?” he asked.

“No, I don’t,” I replied, thinking that would be the end of the issue.

I could feel Kenny reach down, moving his hips until the head of his cock pressed against my virgin asshole. “It feels better without a condom anyway,” he added.

Now I was in trouble. Kenny started to push in, and the pain of his entry paralyzed me. It also scared me. I started to resist, forcefully crawling away from his dick. Kenny tried whatever he could to get it back in.

Finally, Kenny climbed off of me. When i turned and looked up, Kenny was angrier than I could’ve imagined.

“What the fuck, man? Why suck my dick if you aren’t wanting to get fucked?” Kenny yelled. I didn’t really have an answer.

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never done that before. It hurts.” I said, searching for an excuse.

Kenny looked at me pathetically. “Fuck this, man,” he mumbled as he went into my kitchen.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I rested my head on the carpet. I felt like I had just escaped from a terrible situation.

Then a flash as Kenny punched me in the head, slamming my face into the floor. Before I could even breathe, the large butcher knife from my kitchen was at my throat. Kenny’s body was again on top of me, his legs pinning mine.

“Fucking bitch!”

While holding the knife at my throat, Kenny used his other hand to position his cock at my asshole. Without any preparation, Kenny jammed it all the way into me, causing me to scream out in pain.

“Shut the fuck up!” Kenny hissed as he pressed himself into me, his mouth at my ear.

“Shut the fuck up and take it.”

Kenny fucked me hard and fast, grunting aggressively. It seemed like forever. I didn’t move; I was too terrified that I might be cut by the blade at my neck.

“Oh, yeah, that’s fucking tight.”

Finally, Kenny starting pounding on me even harder.

“Oh, fuck. Here you go bitch,” Kenny moaned as he unloaded in me. I could feel his cock pulse as he held it in me.

After Kenny finished, he pulled out. He pulled the knife away from my throat, but I was too terrified to move. I kept my face on the floor, hidden by my arms.

Kenny dressed wordlessly and left. After the door closed, I jumped up and raced over to lock it. I turned and looked at my apartment; it felt different. I could see the butcher knife laying on the kitchen table. There were spots of blood on the carpet where Kenny had punctured me. I stood there forever just staring, trying to process what had happened. In some ways, I’m still processing it.

I spent the next couple of years doing drugs, drinking too much, and even trying religion. I wanted to find some way to cope with not only the rape, but what the rape had exposed within me: that I am a faggot. It was a difficult time of denial and self discovery.

EPILOGUE

I didn’t hear or see Kenny again for a few years (I didn’t have his number or even know his last name). Then one afternoon Kenny called me. His tone was quiet, forlorn. He said he was sorry for what happened, that he was in a bad place at that time and didn’t mean to hurt me.

He wanted to know if I was okay. I told him that I was okay and that I had forgiven him. He asked to see me again, an invitation I politely declined. He seemed to understand and accept this.

Even today, I don’t blame Kenny for what happened. I’ve been around enough Men to know that this is part of their nature. Please keep in mind that I’m not excusing rape, because rape is a terrible violation of another person’s self-respect and free will. However, Men have these kinds of urges, and anyone unwilling to comply with those urges need to take care in how they deal with Men.

I’ve seen a lot of fantasy rape scenarios tossed around Tumblr. I do think they’re so popular on gay porn Tumblrs precisely because Men understand the urges of other Men so intimately. What would be absolutely devastating to a Woman is often shrugged off as “eh, that’s how guys are” by Men. There is some truth to that. After the fact, I actually respected Kenny to some degree for following his natural way. Does that make any sense?

In any event, my rape taught me much about myself, truths pleasant and unpleasant. While I wish I could completely erase the experience, I am in some ways grateful for the things I learned from it.

So negotiations continue with the multiple Alphas I’ve been talking with recently. I wanted to provide a quick update.

ALPHA #1 (I first discussed him here) – I’m going to name this guy Peter so I can stop referring to him as “Alpha #1″ (see below). In my last update (here) things didn’t seem to be going in the right direction. I hadn’t heard from him in days, and I figured that this straight Alpha with almost no experience had changed his mind.

Then I received a text out of nowhere two days ago from Peter telling me that he might need me on my knees servicing him soon. He said he’s been very busy with work and hasn’t had much free time to use me. I suppose that’s going to change soon. 

Peter also sent me another picture of his enormous cock. He’s sent me several pics of it already, but this one made my mouth water. 

After he sent it, he told me that he intends to fuck my throat with it. HELL YES. I guess you can see why I’m much more interested in Peter.

ALPHA #2 (I first discussed him here) – As discussions were seemingly at a standstill with Peter, I continued talking to Alpha #2. As I said before, he seems a bit too sadistic for my tastes. When I didn’t show much enthusiasm for immediate chastity, he suddenly stopped talking to me. I’ve sent a couple of friendly, flirty messages without any response. So I’m guessing that situation is officially done.

AN UPDATE ON GLENN

Last week a heterosexual salesman at work named Glenn made a sudden move to possibly start using me (I excitedly wrote about that here). Believe me, I was anxious to see him again this week. 

Glenn finally showed up at the office Tuesday. I practically ran up to him, but it was immediately apparent that his demeanor was much quieter, calmer. I asked him about his weekend, and he told me that he went out on a date with his ex-girlfriend. My heart dropped.

“So … you’re back together with her?” I asked, obviously bummed.

“Yep, I guess so,” mumbled Glenn, barely looking at me.

I didn’t know what to say. I could see the situation slipping away.

Then, after a pause, Glenn added, “But she still won’t suck my big dick, though.” 

My body tensed. “Well, I thought that was my job anyway,” I answered flirtatiously. 

Glenn smiled slyly. He opened his mouth and started to say “Yeah,” but a co-worker walked up and joined the conversation before it could go any farther.

So I began to get used to the idea that it just wasn’t going to happen. 

Then, later that afternoon, I was notified that I won a contest Glenn had encouraged me to enter several weeks ago. The perfect chance to talk to him! So I texted him about winning the prize. Glenn immediately called me back.

“You got to be kidding me!” Glenn said, laughing.

“Seriously, I can’t believe this! Thank you so much!” I yelled back enthusiastically.

Glenn’s voice suddenly lowered. “You know this means you owe me, right?” he asked.

I smiled. “Of course.”

“You gonna give me that deep throat, right?” Glenn purred into the phone.

I gulped. “It’s all yours. You know that.”

“Damn right.”

Who knows where this is going, but it sure is fun going there!

In a recent article titled “The Dance” I discussed two potential straight Alphas I wanted to serve. While negotiations continue with Alpha #2 (the nerdy muscle skinhead), it seems that Alpha #1 might be just a tad too nervous to actually accept having a full-time fag serve His giant cock. That bummed me out, because I really wanted Alpha #1 more.

But now a new Alpha has (possibly) come into the picture, one I never expected to be interested in being served by a fag like me. Let me tell you a developing story about an Alpha named Glenn.

I’ve known Glenn for almost two years; he’s a salesman who periodically (two times a week) services my office. Glenn is a 31 year-old light-skinned black Man with a razor-like intellect, a bright, easy smile, and enough confidence to power a small city. And, like many Alphas, Glenn is wildly ambitious; in addition to his sales job, he also owns a successful cleaning business and is partnered in a successful catering service. 

I was instantly attracted to Glenn. Physically, Glenn looks like this guy if you could somehow mix a little Chris Tucker into him:

Of course, like most fags, I was also drawn in by Glenn’s intoxicating confidence. Glenn was never shy about his conquests, often bragging about his beautiful live-in girlfriend and the bevy of side chicks he visited regularly. Our conversations were often interrupted by texts from these girls, begging for Glenn’s cock. He loved to flaunt this in front of me and the other guys in the office, although I think I was the only one jealous of the girls. 

However, I kept my feelings in check because (a) I am not “out” at work, and (b) I respected Glenn’s prolific heterosexuality. I really treasured our lively, work-related friendship, and didn’t want to risk it by being too much of a faggot.

Then one afternoon Glenn was telling the guys about a particularly rough night of sex. The guys were hanging on every word, laughing and commenting as Glenn described pinning and spanking his latest whore. I shrunk back, quietly digesting the information and attempting to disguise my lust.

Then, suddenly, Glenn broke my concentration. “I bet you like to get manhandled too, don’t you?” he asked me, a big, greedy smile spreading across his face. 

The guys in the office started laughing, but Glenn immediately noticed I wasn’t laughing. Instead, I lost my breath and chuckled incredulously. How did he know? I turned several shades of red and couldn’t make eye contact with anybody.

Later, when we were alone, Glenn brought the subject up again. “I hit a nerve earlier, huh?” he asked playfully.

I didn’t know what to say, but, for whatever reason, I decided to tell the truth. “How did you know?” I stammered.

Glenn smiled wickedly. “I just knew.”

After that day, Glenn started making certain demands. He told me he wanted me to start making him food on days he was scheduled to visit (people at the office told him I could cook). For instance, one week he told me to make him lasagna for lunch. The next week it was chili. Then the next week he wanted to try my blueberry pie. I absolutely loved doing this, as we all know the key to a Man’s cock is through His stomach. Fortunately, Glenn loved my food.

It was around this time that Glenn’s live-in girlfriend learned about his many infidelities and left him. It was a tough time, and Glenn was clearly frustrated. Still, he is too confident and positive to let a rough situation bring him down, and soon Glenn was back to projecting his typically forceful Alpha personality.

However, our friendship had subtly changed after his “manhandling” comment and my subsequent reaction (serving him food). I noticed that Glenn seemed more possessive of me after that, and he would occasionally (in a joking manner) reprimand me for paying attention to other people more than him. I never thought much of it, because guys make jokes like that all the time and it never means anything.

However, last week I was absolutely and unabashedly flirting with this tall, blonde muscle jock salesperson. I couldn’t help myself; the kid is heart-stoppingly beautiful (he looks a lot like a blonde muscular version of Jared Leto). It was all I could to keep myself from dropping to my knees right there in the middle of the office.

Unbeknownst to me, Glenn was in another part of the office observing my behavior. Typically, I make a beeline for Glenn whenever he visits, but this time I was too distracted by this friendly Adonis to notice Glenn nearby.

When the Adonis left, Glenn came over to me. “Uh huh … I saw that,” Glenn growled playfully.

I feigned ignorance, but my smile uncovered the truth. “What? What did I do?” I asked.

Glenn got into my face. “Don’t you be talking to other guys right in front of me like that, flirting and shit,” he said, firmly. My heart skipped a beat. 

Glenn turned to leave, adding, “Do that again, and I’ll just have to beat your ass.”   

I didn’t know what to make of it. Up to this point, I figured Glenn was just a heterosexual dude who selfishly liked receiving attention. But now he seemed to be staking out some territory.

I didn’t see Glenn again until this morning. In the intervening week I had forgotten about Glenn’s sudden burst of frustration over my behavior, and I approached him with the same warm smile as always. Glenn, however, wasn’t smiling.

“Don’t even do that … I’m still pissed at you ‘bout last week,” Glenn said, half-joking. 

I suddenly remembered my infraction, and giggled loudly as I wrapped an arm around him. “Aw, I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” I replied, sweetly.

Glenn still seemed serious. “Yeah, I’ll forgive you. I should probably shove my dick down your throat.”

I stopped laughing. I couldn’t breathe. “Well … you probably should,” I said, my voice audibly cracking.

“I just might, fag.”

A bit later I was talking to him again. He seemed to be in a lighter mood now, which was nice. 

“I was thinking that you should start working a second job and give me the money,” Glenn said out of nowhere. The comment seemed really bizarre given that Glenn makes significantly more money (collectively) than I do.

I didn’t know how to reply. “Well, fags are good for that, you know,” I said sheepishly.

Glen smiled. “Yeah, they are. They’re also good for giving great blowjobs.” He was studying my reaction.

“Yes they are, Sir” I replied, trying to act like I didn’t want to take the entire length of his cock down my throat right there in front of my coworkers. Searching for something else to say, I added, “Straight guys don’t know about that well-kept secret.”

Glenn paused, looking right through me. “The secret’s out,” he replied.

So now what should I do? It’s always difficult doing “The Dance” at work given the professional environment, but I very much want to serve Glenn and give him everything I can. 

I think next week I might introduce the idea of doing some chores for him, and see where it leads. I have a feeling an Alpha like Glenn knows exactly what to do with a fag like me. 

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.