This post is part of a thread following a faggot in California named Danny who slowly discovered his faghood and has begun serving a straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

I really wish more people appreciated the great courage of true faggots who make themselves available for service (even at great risk to themselves) and then do whatever it takes to deeply submit to their Alphas. Nothing about being a faggot is easy. From the search, to the submission, to the day-to-day requirements of service … Everything is surrendered to fulfill this compulsion baked into the DNA of every faggot.

Unlike many stupid Alphas who call faggots “worthless” or “stupid”, I instead celebrate my faggot brothers who bravely follow their hearts and debase themselves completely for the sake of serving a Man. I have found great fulfillment in my life from doing that, and these other outstanding faggots are discovering the same thing.

One such example to be celebrated is a 27-year-old faggot from California named Danny. He has come a long way over those years, suffering some trauma, while coming to accept his undeniable faghood. He was kind enough to share his incredible story of finally finding a true straight Alpha to serve.

I’ve been following your site for a while, and wanted to share with you my journey to becoming a fag.

I’ve always been socially submissive, and I’ve always known that I have a thing for dominant, confident men. I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, and as a kid I always hung out with older, rougher boys. I wanted to impress them. At the time I thought that I wanted to be like them, though looking back I think even then I knew that I wanted something different to that.

I’ve never wanted a boyfriend and until fairly recently have lived as a straight man. But since high school I’ve looked at guys and wondered what it would be like to be with them. And I’ve often found myself deferring to guys that I admire.

It wasn’t until I was at college that anything happened sexually with guys. I had three roommates, and we had only been living together for a few weeks. We barely knew each other really. One evening we got high, we talked about sex, we watched porn, one thing led to another, and it ended up become intensely sexual. It’s hard to say who actually led it. It was as if it was in the air, and it was inevitable. I think one of the guys was gay, and he was pushing for it to happen, but I was entirely willing. I allowed myself to be talked into it. It was a rush. It felt taboo but it felt safe. The other guys were constantly asserting their heterosexuality, and the whole thing felt like it wasn’t really that big of a deal. But I was acutely aware that I was the one who was being the most submissive. And as things progressed I was performing oral, while the other gradually just watched. I ended up giving head to the three of them.

After, things seemed different between us all. We acted as though everything was the same, but they treated me differently, kept their distance. We never spoke about it. But several weeks later it happened again, and then again. Each time was the same. I gave head. I swallowed. And after, we pretended like nothing had happened. I think a couple of them were a little freaked out by it, and to the end of the semester we decided, for different reasons, to live with other people. I was partly relieved, partly disappointed. 

I thought about it a lot, and I went into chat rooms, and had phone sex with guys, but for the next couple of years at college I didn’t do anything else in person. In my junior year, though, I felt I really needed to do something with a guy or I would go crazy. I met a couple of guys through apps, though the sex didn’t really satisfy me. I wanted more, or different, I just didn’t know what. In my senior year I ended up going to an adult store. I’m not sure why I did it, or how long I’d been thinking about doing it. My plan was that my first time I’d just watch people come and go, see how things worked. But I ended up sucking dick through a glory hole. When I was done, I saw the guy hurry away. I liked how seedy it was, how dirty it made me feel, but also how good it felt to give guys what they needed. I became a regular there. I still had a girlfriend at the time, and was still deeply ashamed and didn’t really understand what it was that I needed, or wanted. But it felt like it filled a need in me, and it was mostly anonymous.

Then, one night, I was followed out of the store, and I was raped in the parking lot.

It was the first time I’d been fucked by a man. He was older, maybe in his 40s, and I was 21 at the time. He was bigger than me, but I could have put up more of a fight. I was an athlete and was in shape, but I just sort of let it happen. Looking back, I think I knew it would happen eventually. I must have wanted it. As he was fucking me, he kept telling me that he’d been watching me, that I’d sucked him before, and swallowed him, that I was a faggot and a whore, that he knew what I was for. He kept telling me that he knew I wanted it.The guy had a friend there who didn’t get involved, just watched and, I guess, kept a look out. Through most of it I kept looking at him, and I remember wondering what he thought of me, and imagining what he was seeing. A college fag getting raped by a bigger guy. I remember the guy cumming in me. He tensed up, grunted, and pumped into me. I was shocked by it. I had a profound sense that something had changed in me. After it was over I kept replaying the moment in my head that he came, and thought ‘a guy came in me, a guy came in me…’

When he left I got into my car and sat there for what seemed like hours. I was shaking. I went home, and my girlfriend had dropped by, which she sometimes did. I said I’d been at work and she had no reason to think I was lying. I tried to keep it together. I went and had a shower, and I started to jerk off thinking about what had just happened. I felt ashamed, I felt confused, but mostly I felt that I had to keep it to myself. Me and my girlfriend had sex that night. I was mostly thinking about the guy who had been watching.

I stopped going to the adult store, but I kept thinking about the assault pretty much every time I jerked off. I eventually told someone online – a guy I spoke to regularly in a chat room – and it was the first conversation I had with someone who recognized that, maybe I was a faggot, that I had wanted it, that I had enjoyed it, that I had invited it, and that maybe I needed to serve an alpha. He explained that I was in denial about what I was, but that I was unconsciously putting myself in situations where I might get used, and that I was starting to wake up to who I am.

So I started looking for alphas to use me. Over the next months, I met with many dominant guys who used me, though I didn’t really serve anyone as a faggot. One that I met with took me a couple of times to a fuck club. The first time I mostly watched, though we went into a dark room where he watched me suck cock at a line of glory holes. The next time we went he expected more of a show from me, and invited men to fuck me. I was new meat, just barely out of college and so I got a lot of attention. It was exhausting and overwhelming, but I did everything I was expected to do. It confirmed to me that I was made to be used, but it was purely physical – and it didn’t completely satisfy me. It didn’t hit the spot that I needed to be hit.

Then Master Matthew happened.

He had moved into an apartment right across the street from me. He seemed a bit bookish, and nerdy, was around my age (I was 25 at this point), but he was taller than me, and was obviously in remarkably good shape. I saw him around several times, running, on his bike, at the grocery store, and I was drawn to him immediately. I felt excited whenever I saw him around, and I started trying to work out his schedule so that we might pass in the street. I became a little obsessed. I watched his apartment for signs of when he was home, when he might be alone. I tried to work out what his life was. I imagined going to him and offering myself to him.

He had a girlfriend, and a pretty eclectic mix of friends. Some jock types, some nerd types, mostly straight, some gay. He had surf friends, and would surf often in the morning. I noticed that he would usually leave his wetsuit over a rail by his apartment to dry. One night while it was still out there I decided to go smell it. I got on my knees and licked the crotch, inside and out. I imagined that the salty taste was his cum. I got a rush on the idea of being caught.

I thought about him all the time.

My online friend suggested that I leave a note, offering myself to him. So I did. I didn’t identify myself, but said that I was a young straight guy (I was still telling myself that), that I lived close and that I had seen him around. I said that I had experience from my college days of regularly giving head to my roommates. I said that if he wanted a no-strings arrangement, that I would be more that willing to do that for him, no reciprocation necessary. I guess I was trying to sound more like a regular bro and less like a faggot, so as not to put him off. I left a number on the note.

I slipped the note in his mailbox. And waited. 

Several days later, I got a text asking ‘who is this?’

I knew it was him. I felt sick, I felt excited. I was terrified I would fuck it up! I said I lived close to him. I told him I was serious. Asked if there was anything he wanted to know. He was very careful not to show any signs of acknowledging having interest, and had a tone that he didn’t quite believe what I was telling him, and thought it was a prank. But he didn’t shut me down, and kept leaving openings for me to carry on talking. We texted back and forth for a couple of hours. Eventually, though, he stopped responding.
Then a few days later, he asked again ‘so, who are you?’ He wanted to know specifically. I said I was nervous to tell him. But he insisted, so I told him my name and everything he needed to be able to identify me. He asked for a picture. I thought, fuck it. So I sent one. There was a long silence. I was dying. Then he texted that he’d seen me around. He asked where I lived. I said I lived literally across the street from him. Then, silence again.

Almost a week later, he texted again. He asked where I was. I was in a bar with a couple of friends. He said he wanted to know if it was really me, and not someone pretending. He wanted me to take a picture of myself in the bar. It was tricky with my friends being there, but I did it. Then he said he wanted to see me in the street outside his apartment. My heart stopped. He wasn’t saying that something might happen, but it felt like that’s what he meant. I said I would get an uber and be there in 20 minutes. He didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure if that was too long for him. I made my excuses and left my friends. I was standing outside his apartment about 15 minutes later. I texted him to say I was outside. There was the longest pause, and I thought maybe I’d blown it. Then he texted and told me to come to the door.

It was kind of late, and I’d had a few drinks. I was doing my best to be present and act sober. He let me in. I could smell weed. I was so fucking nervous, and I think he was too. He was in sweats and a tshirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but I was trying to act normal. He asked if I wanted a beer, I said no, yes, no, sure, are you having one? Sure. We made some polite chit chat. He asked how long I’d lived in the area, what I did for work. General stuff. I was trying not to just drop to my knees and beg for his cock.
Then he took out the note that I had left for him. He still had it, folded up. He asked if it was for real. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I said it was. He handed me the note and told me to read it out loud. It was excruciating, saying it all, but I did it. It sounded so dumb saying it again. But I was rock hard. He asked how it started with my roommates, so I told him the bare bones of what had happened. He asked if I liked sucking cock. I said I did. It was such a fucking rush, telling this guy who knew who I was that I liked doing it. He asked questions, were those guys gay, how many times did I do it, did we kiss, did anyone else know about it, did I swallow. I answered.

Then he asked me if I had sucked for other guys. I decided to be honest, and I ended up telling him about going to the adult store to suck dicks. I was scared that would put him off me, but I wanted him to see me for who and what I was.  He didn’t seem to care. He asked if I had a girlfriend, I said I did. He asked how many dicks I had sucked. I said I wasn’t sure. He laughed. He asked if my gf had any idea about me. I said I hoped not.

Then there was a long pause. We were both a bit embarrassed. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to make the first move. So I asked if he wanted me to suck him. He asked if I wanted to. I said yes. He asked me how much I wanted it, and I said very much. He told me to ask him if I could. So I did. Then he told me to get on my knees, and ask again. So I did. I got on my knees and asked him if I could suck his dick. He nodded and said ‘ok’.

He was wearing sweats, and he got me to pull them down. His cock is perfect. I gasped when I saw it. Thick, cut, and bigger than me. He wasn’t hard, but he was on the way. I kissed it. Felt the heat of it on my face. He told me to look up at him. So I did, and stared into his eyes as I took him in my mouth and made him hard. It felt so right. Like coming home. The smell, the taste of a man, the feel of a firm cock in my mouth.

He said nothing. He just let me suck. As he got close to cumming, he held me on him and he fucked my mouth some. And then he came. He came a lot and he came hard. I swallowed. I tasted like heaven.
Then he was like, okay, cool, you should go. So I left.

The following day it happened again. He texted, I went to his apartment, we talked a little, he got me to ask to suck him, he let me, and I swallowed for him.

The following week we met several times.

I decided to be bolder. 

I texted him and told him that I was prepared to do literally anything for him. I sent him some links to things about fags and alphas, mostly your posts. He went quiet for a few days and didn’t respond to any of that stuff. Then a couple of weeks later he texted out of the blue and told me to come over. It was the same deal, me giving him head. He was on the couch, I was kneeling, sucking him. And then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ I nodded. I carried on.

The next time I went over, he had me clean his apartment.

Over the next few weeks he started testing me, to see what I would do. How far I would go. He made me do errands. One night he sent me to pick up food for him and some friends he had over. I delivered it to his door and he acted like he didn’t know me. I went home and jerked off.

One night I was over, he asked me if I had been fucked. We actually hadn’t discussed it before. And he wanted me to tell him about my first time. so I told him about the rape. He’s the only person I’ve ever actually talked to about it. He seemed interested, he asked questions. He asked specifically what the guy had said to me, what he’d called me. It was difficult recounting it all, but he pressed me to tell him everything about it, and he waited until I had. Then he wanted me to tell him about other experiences, so I told him about the fuck clubs.

I was a bit shaken up by telling him everything. I felt pretty raw. He said ‘You want cock in you?’ I said yes. He told me to ask for it, so I asked for it. He said no. 

About two weeks later was the first time he fucked me. When we did it, I was on the floor on my hands and knees. I was naked. He was kneeling behind me, mostly clothed. At first he was quiet. Then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ That phrase is like his way in, I think. I said I did. He said I was a faggot. I agreed. He told me to say it. I said ‘I’m a faggot’. He told me to call him sir. I did. Then he was saying other things. I didn’t realize at first, but he was repeating the things that had been said to me when I was raped. ‘You’re a whore’ ‘This is what you’re for, faggot’ It was only when he said ‘I’ve been watching you’ that I realized what he was doing. I couldn’t help it, I just said ‘oh my god’, and I started to cry. I tried not to let him see, but he realized. ‘You crying faggot?’ ‘You liked being raped, didn’t you, that’s why you were there’

‘Yes’

‘Yes what, faggot?’

‘Yes sir’

He came in me. He cums hard. When he cums in my mouth, I really feel the power of it. But when he came in my ass I was convinced I could feel it hitting my insides. I felt his cock pulse with each shot, too.
He pulled out. ‘Jesus’. He looked at me with what seemed like surprise and disgust. Like he was seeing what I was and really understanding it. ‘Fuck’. I moved to get up, he told me to stay where I was. He went to take a piss. I was still on all fours. He came back and stared at me. He laughed to himself. ‘Faggot’. He leaned down to look me in the face ‘Fucking faggot’. ‘Yes sir’ He laughed. ‘Kiss my feet’. I kissed his feet.

‘You’re nothing’.

He fucked me most of the times we met from then. The friendliness we’d had at the start faded away as he became more of an alpha with me, and he realized his power over me. I was in heaven. It was everything I had ever wanted. He ridiculed me, taunted me. He respected my time, and understood that I had a job (and a girlfriend still, for a while, though I eventually ended that). But when I was with him, I was his object. A fucktoy and a servant.

And then the pandemic happened.

For the first few weeks of the lockdown I could see he was home. But we already had an arrangement where it wasn’t my place to contact him. Eventually I did, to ask if he was okay and if he needed me to do anything. He simply said he was fine. So I waited. A few weeks in, I realized he was no longer at the apartment. I was worried he had moved. But his stuff was still there, so I guessed that he had moved in with his gf, or with his family, until the pandemic was over.

One night, around Thanksgiving, he texted me, telling me to beg for his cock. To beg to be fucked. So I did. I texted for an hour, over and over, stream of consciousness stuff, telling him he was a god, and I was nothing and that I wanted to please him and needed his manhood inside me. I thought that maybe he was going to tell me where he was and invite me over.

He eventually texted back ‘no’.

When vaccinations started, he moved back. And I waited. Eventually I got a text telling me to come over. He had me clean the place, go get groceries. He made me beg for his cock, but he didn’t touch me. He sent me home.

A few days ago he fucked me again for the first time since the pandemic started. He is, if anything, more alpha than before. He dominated me completely physically. Called me names. Made me call myself names. He had me stay naked in his apartment all day, and used me several times. He likes to get a little rough, not violent exactly. And he likes to pull me into the positions that he wants me to be in. One of the fucks was in his bedroom, which we don’t usually go into, but he wanted to fuck me in front of the mirror, so I could watch myself being used.

‘This is what you are, faggot. This is what you’re for’

‘Yes sir’

‘You’re mine’

‘Yes sir’

It’s true. It’s so fucking true.

I consider this documented experience to be The Blueprint, the exact way to come to a point of acceptance and then successfully offer oneself to the will of an Alpha. There are so many things right about what my dear brother Danny did along the way that it’s virtually impossible to comprehensively list all of the them. Here are some of my initial thoughts:

1. Danny’s rape didn’t destroy him, but instead informed him. He used the experience to examine his own needs and then internalized it. Like my rape did with me, Danny used his rape to help him come to understand his own submissiveness.
2. He experimented with various ways to satisfy his growing need to serve.
3. He chose to find an Alpha to serve, found an Alpha, and despite the signs that he might not have success (like Master Matthew having a girlfriend) he took action and submitted anyway!
4. When Master Matthew challenged him, Danny didn’t shrink back or lie. Instead, he humbly trusted that honesty and bravery would be safe with his new Master. He was right!

I cannot even come close to describing my pride. Danny is an absolute inspiration, and his Master Matthew is clearly an extraordinary straight Alpha of unstoppable and rapidly-growing power.

But it’s important to emphasize this important point: Danny’s case is not some unique and magical experience that happens once in a generation. This site is filled with experiences from faggots who followed the same pattern that Danny perfectly demonstrated here. It simply requires submissiveness, humility, persistence, and courage.

I certainly hope that Danny will continue to share the developments between him and his incredible Master! What an inspiration!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the Alphahood of Apex Alpha Master Ursus, a straight Alpha who has been owning and using faggots since high school. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When I recently published a letter from Master Ursus about the Alphas living across the street from his house, I characterized them as an Alpha Pack.

This apparently triggered a thought process in the Apex Alpha mind of Master Ursus, and he sat down to clarify his thoughts on the subject of Alpha Packs.

I have never been in an Alpha pack, although now that I know what they are, I wish I had been when I was young.  Now, in adulthood, I am not as good at sharing as I was as a boy.  I have shared fags on occasion with other Alphas, but that’s about it.  

But I was thinking back.  There was a group of guys in my prep school that were a super tight clique.  They were all among our school’s best athletes, all very good looking, all well over 6 feet, all privileged from prominent families.  Along with their tight group were three or four guys who hung around them but everyone thought of as total betas even if we didn’t have a word for it.  Sometimes I heard people refer to them as the ‘cheer squad’.  One of them was a guy called Spencer, a skinny wimp.  He played all the same sports, but was no good and always on the bench.  He would literally carry the Alphas’ dirty cleats and sports bags.  Whenever I would run into this group with my friends at school or at a party or someplace, it was the cocky toned jocks who would talk and the hanger-ons would usually stay quiet.  
Thinking back on it now, of course they were an Alpha pack.  I don’t know if Spencer and the other beta boys were fags or just betas, but there was something going on.  I never heard any rumors about that crowd, but something must have been going on.  None of those jocks ever had girlfriends I can remember.  I had an on call faggot, till he moved away senior year, to take my loads in both ends and I still had girlfriends!  (I am not sure mine is a faggot, he is married and has a bunch of little kids now, but he sure acted like one in high school!).  Most of my friends were Alphas, but I had some different groups of friends in and out of my school.  I fooled around with a few friends, but the guys I used sometimes, in addition to my main fag, were mostly more submissive types not among my jock friends.  

I remembered something else from way back as well, the time another Alpha sort of bested me.  It was my last summer going to camp, I went back as a counselor some years later.  I would have been 14 I guess, and was in the oldest boy’s tent.  There were like 12 to a tent, those big old Army tents.  There was another guy in my tent, Starcke, and he and I were the leaders.  Our counselor was an effeminate college pussy who we had beaten within a day or two of camp starting.  Starcke, I think now, is an Apex Ultra Alpha.  We had some friends in common back in the City, but he had always gone to camp the second half of summer, and me the first half, so we had never been at camp at the same time, but here he was this summer.

Starcke was a big jock and a bit of a bully.  He was tall and lean and strong, at least a head taller than the rest of us.  He had a HUGE cock that we saw all the time because he liked to rub that hard leaky monster on guys’ lips while they were sleeping.  When they woke up and protested, he would tell them how much they wanted to suck on it.  That cock must have been at least 8 inches, maybe more, thick as a shovel handle with a big bright red angry-looking flared head.  At 15!! He also like to put his hole right on guys’ noses when they were sleeping and fart, although he never did either of these things to me.  
One night we were all talking about what to do the next day and Starcke and I got into a bit of an argument about it.  Without warning he punched me in the gut and knocked my wind out, pinned me on a bunk and said something to me I don’t remember, and then let a loogey fall on my face.  Not much changed after that, we each still had our “followers” in the tent, but we were wary of each other. 

I realize now it was just Apex Alphas put in close quarters and clashing.  

Alphahood is something that often goes unexamined early in an Alpha’s life. Alphas are well-known tunnel-vision predators through their teens and twenties, barely focusing on anything except satisfying their urgent needs and wants in the moment. It’s only when Alphas get a bit older that they begin to really appreciate their gift and the many experiences in their past that point to the development of their Alphahood.

That’s essentially what Master Ursus is doing here, and it’s beautiful.

These are all great examples of the Packs Master Ursus had around him in his developmental years. They show how Men naturally (even subconsciously) fall into Hierarchical roles, especially when they’re put together in a confined place. There are natural leaders, and natural betas, and natural faggots in every group of males. It allows for the efficient use of the group.

Master Ursus’s encounter with fellow Apex Alpha “Starcke” is also striking. As a faggot, I look at these kinds of battles like Godzilla vs. King Kong, two titanic, equally-powered forces testing each other out. I don’t know if Master Ursus “won” that particular battle, but there seemed to be a Cold War-like peaceful co-existence between them.

Master Ursus is a keen observer of human behavior and quite articulate. I love his perspective from his position at the very top of the Hierarchy. We will have more advice and stories from this great, experienced Apex Alpha in the future, so stay tuned!

This post is part of a thread following Koko, a 17-year-old virgin faggot in London who has been enslaved by his sister’s 25-year-old Alpha boyfriend named Oscar. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

If you remember, one of the commands of Master Oscar to his new faggot Koko (after he deflowered Koko) was that Koko had to come out to his parents as gay and/or a faggot. This petrified Koko, because Koko’s parents are very conservative, anti-gay Brits.

So Koko, being the brave faggot he is, decided to fulfill that mission the next day!

As it turned out, Koko didn’t manage to get much sleep during the night because this happened:

I didn’t lock my door tonight and in the middle of the night Master came into my room and told me to get between his legs. I could smell and taste that his cock had been inside my sisters pussy. I sucked his cock for a very long time and he was moaning so loud I was afraid my sister might hear him. My haw and ass are hurting. Do you have any advice?

The next morning wasn’t much easier:

This day started really bad. First Master’s breakfast wasn’t exactly as he wanted it, he slapped me for it, then he caught me masturbating. He said you don’t have so many rules to follow. He said that my body was his property and I needed his permission to touch it. He slapped me really hard and told me to be at his place at 5 to get my punishment. Now my parents have arrived and I must tell them I’m gay. I hate that Master is upset with me. I had hoped he would help me somehow.

I tried my best to console Koko, who really sounded upset and disappointed. I told Koko the punishment for the masturbation episode would probably be chastity, and I reassured Koko that a Master this thorough would not leave him to handle a difficult situation like this alone. I don’t know why I thought that – I know little about Master Oscar aside from his actions thus far – but I was pretty confident about it.

So then the big reveal happened:

OMG Sir! It was such a drama and Master was just incredible! My parents got home and I had been so anxious all morning and I thought Master was maybe going to dismiss me and when they came home I just wanted it to be done and said I must talk to them now. My father asked if I had knocked up a girl!!! Imagine. I saw an amused smile on Master’s face, but of course my parents didn’t get that.

My father asked again what’s the matter and I just couldn’t get it out, I was just stammering…Master was standing at the door to the patio and looked out and eventually he said “He’s gay.” My father said what? And my mother let out a scream. My father said “Oscar, what are you talking about?. Of course he’s not gay.” My mother said “he can’t be gay…that’s ridiculous!”

Master turned around and said “look at him” (I was only staring at the floor, my face burning), I felt them looking at me and Master said “he’s an homo and a faggot!”

My heart stopped beating! My mother snapped, my father’s head was red now. “My son is not a faggot Oscar, why are you saying that?” My mother was crying saying “there are no faggots” and then Master said “of course there are.”

My father said “Oscar, faggots don’t exist.” Master looked in my father’s face and said in his most arrogant voice “I’m sure you fucked faggots at Oxford.”

I heard my mother snap again. My father cried “of course not!” and Master with an absolutely straight and innocent face looked at my father and said “oh you didn’t? I thought everyone did…(he raised an eyebrow) …except the faggots of course…” (do you understand what he did there??? He implied that my father was a faggot!!!)

My mother cried “James certainly isn’t a faggot, Oscar!!!” Master innocently “oh, i didn’t say that, I just assumed as he says he didn’t use faggots there….” my father was crying “of course i used faggots!”

My mother was crying and stammering “he can’t be gay, not a faggot please not a faggot”, and Master said “excuse me Sarah, why exactly are you crying? Your son is not dead, he’s only gay….and a faggot.”

My mother stopped crying and stared at Master…”you are so disgusting Oscar…” then she stood up and ran into her bedroom. My father shook his head and pressed his lips together. “I think you’d better go home, Oscar. That’s enough for today….” then my father went into the library…Master grinned at me and said “see little faggot, this actually went well for you. See you at 5.”

And he left. I’m still sitting in the living room and I don’t know what actually happened. She just came out again and told me she had thought about it and they would get me a therapist. It wasn’t my fault that I’m gay…. I think Master enjoyed this whole thing. He seemed amused. He doesn’t care what they think about him. I wish I was a little like him…

Master Oscar’s dominance levels are off-the-charts. He simply seems to be afraid of nothing and nobody. He ran perfect interference for his new faggot, pulling the attention of Koko’s parents away from their son. Great Protector Alphas do these types of things for the weak and downtrodden because they have the strength to handle what lesser people cannot.

Events are moving rapidly in this story right now, so I’ll update what happened when Koko went to Master Oscar’s place at 5pm and more!

I hear about it every week, how I shouldn’t glorify or discuss the seedier and morally-debatable aspects of Hierarchical mechanics. “You endorse rape!” they scream at me from the safety of their computer keyboard.

But if we’re honest, we must admit that sex and sexuality between Men is complicated and raw. It definitely cannot be neatly packaged or pigeonholed. The Alpha/fag dynamic of Hierarchy is Male sexual mechanics at its most extreme and volatile. Of course it’s going to be messy in every way imaginable … and also controversial.

The following experience from a brother named Kyle.

Where I’m at there are a lot of spots that are frequented by guys looking for sex. It’s also a spot where alphas/straight guys can use faggots in a discreet NSA way.

A few days back I went to a local spot and saw this younger twink sucking off an muscular alpha who was definitely a few years older than the twink. Because I also enjoy to watch and listen to other guys I watched them for a bit.

This alpha finally told the fag twink he was to bend over so he could fuck his ass, but the twink was apprehensive and said a couple times he didn’t want to get fucked. But the alpha being an alpha bent the twink and took his ass anyway. The faggot did struggle a little as well as say no.

I knew what was happening, but preferred to watch the faggot get used as it should be. It’s like nature taking its course.

By any modern definition, the twink was raped.

But here’s the hard truth: as males, we know deep down that this is how it’s supposed to happen. Alphas grabbing faggots and using them at will.

Kyle could’ve become indignant and tried to stop the Alpha from “raping” the faggot. He could’ve expressed moral outrage.

But he didn’t. He watched it happen while silently nodding his head in solidarity with the moment.

“As it should be.”

This post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of Miami fag, a prolific cocksucker in Miami, Florida. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since we’ve heard from professional cocksucker Miami fag. Believe me, I know how much sucking dick can consume one’s life, so the delay didn’t rattle me.

But boy, he returned with a vengeance! Check out this true story my fag brother unloaded on me (gross!) two days ago:

Back when I was working from home a lot, there was a huge construction project near my apartment in DC. It was a multi-year project and took a long time to complete. On one corner of the huge two-block lot was the construction site headquarters/office building – really just a little trailer with an office inside, as I envision it. I lived in a relatively quiet part of the city, but the neighborhood was full of apartment buildings, some houses, retail buildings, etc. I passed by the construction office twice daily on my walk to work. And on the days when I’d stay home and service Men, as I mentioned to you previously, I might walk by quite a few times on my way to the store.

Soon after the construction project began, I happened to notice one of the construction managers or foremen regularly. He looked young – my age – early 30s. He was about my height (5’10) but built – like very muscular. He always had on a button down shirt, nice jeans, heavy work boots, and his hard hat. His job, or so it looked, was to oversee the site, make sure deliveries were made on time, make sure the work progressed on schedule. He was tough, I could tell. He never looked happy or friendly. He only ever looked agitated and angry. I watched him really boss around the guys as I’d walk by. This was a Man who was in charge.

One day, I walked by the morning and saw him. He caught my eye, and I caught his, and he gave me a little nod. Big frown on his face. But it was an acknowledgment that we see each other daily. That evening, he was leaving right around the same time I was headed out. In fact, he almost hit me with his huge pickup truck exiting the site as I was crossing the sidewalk. (You know those pickups with the huge freaking tires?) He rolled his window down and said sorry he didn’t see me. I was pretty upset, actually, because this monster truck almost hit me!

He turned off the engine and stepped out and offered a super sincere apology. And seeing that he was so serious, and seeing him up close and realizing what a fucking stud he was, I shook off the bad feeling. He introduced himself as Tony and shook my hand with incredible strength. And his hands, they were absolutely huge.

What happened next was incredible. He and I talked for a few minutes, I told him I live in the area, he asked about the neighborhood, he told me about the project, small talk. Friendly enough, but he was all serious. No smiling, no frivolity. After some time, he simply said, “let me park this truck. Be right back.” He backed up his truck, parked it by the trailer, and beckoned me over. I approached and he said, “give me a tour of the neighborhood.” OK, I said, I like making new friends. And he was so fucking hot. One of the most masculine men I have ever met.

So we start walking, and I point out a few buildings, including my apartment building. We end up standing in front of my building, and I try to say goodnight to him. He said, “I was hoping you’d give me some head, to be honest.” I couldn’t believe it. It was a dream come true. My adrenaline was rushing like crazy. I took him upstairs, and he walked in like he owned the place. Never saw him smile. He just walked in, kicked off his work boots, and dropped his pants. I never said a word. I slid off his tight white underwear, and the day’s scent was all over him. His cock was incredible. It was hard already, and beer-can thick. Literally beer can. His nuts were HUGE. I gave him the best head I possibly could, and he lasted quite a while! About 30 seconds in, he became VERY forceful. Calling me a faggot, and even spitting in my face. Sam, it was fucking amazing.

After a while – I don’t know how long – he simply put his giant paw on the back of my head, pushed himself down into my throat, and unloaded. One deep low grunt. He stood up, said thanks fag, and pushed me HARD down on the floor. Like kind of hurt me. As I tried to get up, he held me down with his hand on my chest and said, “see you tomorrow faggot.”

And for the next 16 months, I serviced him at least four times a week. 🙂

Magnificent!

Notice how subtle Miami fag was in dealing with Tony the foreman. Miami fag gave this foreman enough safety and normalcy that he felt comfortable enough to simply demand service.

But the best lesson in this story is for any Alphas reading this. THIS IS YOUR RIGHT. As Alphas, it is your right to be impolite about your needs, to expect that inferior males should kneel and service you on command.

Why would any Man ever worry about offending a faggot by demanding head? THIS IS WHY WE EXIST. So this is what it really comes down to: Alphas acting on their true impulses rather than attempt to conform to society’s expectations.

“Miami fags” are everywhere, mouths open, begging to be used.

[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]

This thread follows the story of Alpha Cody, a powerful straight college Alpha who has learned to use faggots for his own advantage. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

During the last few weeks while I was wasting my time with childish hoaxes Master Cody had been sending me email updates of his further sexual adventures. They were pretty hot and (as always) well written, so I thought I would try to preserve his timeline on the site while I still have him around.

I stirred around this morning with a very subtle blowjob from Mattias. It must have been a really light touch. When I finally woke up I was so hard that it hurt. I usually don’t care about being noisy but I didn’t want to alarm his parents. 

I’d like to have spent the rest of the day with Mattias but he had other obligations. I decided to go back to campus. It’s usually a crypt on the weekends and I don’t like being there too much. I don’t really have a need for caffeine but I do like cold tea so I stopped in at a Starbucks.  I ran into one of my ex-girlfriend’s less annoying friends.

I really have a thing for girls in sundresses.  I thought I would do an experiment.  We started chatting.  I kept my eyes locked with hers.  I complimented how she looked in the dress.  That part was actually legit. I would have taken her in Starbucks. I find that a lot of guys are chicken about compliments. I’m just forward without being creepy.

I qualified the compliment further. I told her that sundresses just compliment the feminine form, they’re classy, wholesome. I wanted her to feel sexy. She was enjoying it. She gave me some complimentary feedback as well. I peacock pretty well.

She was hooked.  I took her back to my room and fucked her senseless.  Just good sweaty, hard, cervix bruising breeding. We spent a little time after but she had to go and shower.  She was meeting up with my ex-gf and their friends later. She was so fucked up afterward. Aches, mental fogginess, fatigue, and a mixture of mine and her sweat.  She got as presentable as she could and headed out.

My roommate was watching out of the cracked bathroom door the whole time. 

But then the experimental part.  In about an hour I got a call from my ex bitching that I was fucking her friends.  I asked if her friend had told her that I fucked her.  She answered no.  I acted like a dick and said that I was really confused then.  I’d guess it was a combination of factors: my scent, her wiped out physical and mental state, that mix of bodily fluids.  My ex picked up on it all. Knowing her she became insanely jealous if not aroused by it. I can’t help but be touched. 

I just came back to my parents’ house to study and spend the night. The funny thing is that I tend to think much more clearly after an orgasm than the woman (or faggot) does.  Unless it was a really intense session like when I fucked my roommate then I’m usually able to put my mind to other things.  They’re usually cheerfully clumsy and ditsy acting after.

Anyway, that’s that.

Of course, Master Cody doesn’t take long to reload.

My ex’s friend – the one I fucked yesterday – texted me. Another friend from that circle was interested. I shrugged it off but then she clarified that she meant both at the same time.

I love 2 girls at once.  Big surprise, I’m sure.  I like it when neither of them is attached to me romantically in any way. It’s all about me and they’re sooo suggestible. That’ll be later though. They probably saved my poor roommate’s ass. 

But I still felt like being a dick.  I told him I was going to fuck two girls tonight. I asked him what he thought of that. Now that he’s more open and honest he just admitted that he thought it sounded gross.  
I told him to masturbate in front of me and stop studying. I put on straight porn, girl-on-girl. He clearly didn’t want to do it. I made him get naked too. It was pathetic but funny. It wasn’t even that his dick was that bad. He just looked extremely uncomfortable (and funny). He would try to close his eyes but I made him watch the video.

He finally nutted a tiny amount. I made him eat his own cum.  

I’m not sure if this is milking or some other thing, but I had him do it 4 times. All of it was to girl-on-girl or solo girl. I took off my shirt and would pull down my shorts to try to distract him only to scold him into watching girls again. 

I’d love to make him try fucking a woman. It would be hilarious. I told him if he could get hard again that I’d let him suck my dick and touch me anywhere. He couldn’t get it up at that point. I just shook my head and pulled up my shorts and put my shirt back on.

I’m glad I didn’t jerk off today. Now I won’t have to tonight.  I can’t wait.  I’m going to make both of them get nasty.  

I’m not sure I understand why straight Alphas love to make us watch lesbian porn. I think they like to see our vacuous, slightly-annoyed faces. In this case, it was all about humiliation; Master Cody wanted to demonstrate that his faggot roommate was not even a Man at all. Of course, swallowing multiple loads of pure Alpha cum from Master Cody’s prodigious cock probably taught the faggot that much already.

But the fag humiliation was just a distraction. Master Cody was hungry for more pussy, so he arranged a threesome:

Last night was fuckin wonderful.  I only wish we could have stayed there overnight. Having to break it up and come back to my room was unavoidable though. I got to breed both.  At first though I got a nice two-on-one blow job from them.  I love that too. Big shocker.  I finished off jerking off on them.  I had them put their faces together. I had them lick it off each other and French kiss with my nut.  Like I said, they’re so suggestible in that state. I thought a little about what I did to my roommate.  I think what it boiled down to was exploiting his discomfort over his maleness. He was embarrassed to try to perform as a non-faggot. Something about forcing him to jerk off to girls was funny to me.  Now I wish I had time to make him try to fuck a girl. Men who are uncomfortable with being men are more common than I thought.  He’s definitely one of them.  He’s not trans.  It’s hard for me to explain it probably because that’s foreign to my nature.

We have a reforested area here on campus.  I’ve gone running on some of the trails.  Sometimes I just take a walk there. I came across one of the dorm fags. We went off the trail and got my balls drained.  I love anything outdoors or public. A little under 2 years ago I was at a party. Of course sex came up.  This chick from another school said she was an exhibitionist. Most everyone was high or intoxicated. I probably had a couple of drinks. Most people didn’t think one way or another about it. They wouldn’t do it. I asked them why it was such a big deal. So since I seemed okay with it the dares started coming.

Long story short, we had full blown sex in front of about 20-30 people. They all disappeared from my thoughts and I was totally focused on breeding her.  No one even said anything about going in raw. Everyone seemed pretty impressed with it all. Some of them got to see a real female orgasm and a real rut for the first time. As intense as I was, no one tried to stop it. I did nothing different than I would have in private. I pushed her down on the bed, undressed her, and called the shots. I kept my eyes locked with hers. Even if she was totally kidding, or just fantasizing, I put her in a space where she was comfortable and ready for it. It could have been a nature documentary (and I’m sure somebody was recording it). I wasn’t all that interested in doing this at first, but once the dares started coming I just didn’t care.  I felt perfectly at ease about it.  She talked to me about it afterward about it. She said, even despite the talk, that she never ever thought she would actually do it. But after about a minute with my gaze and boldness she wanted to be taken. She felt desired. She thanked me.  

Anyway, I’m all over the place. I’m hungry.  I’m going to get some early dinner and re-center my thoughts.  It’s a big week of finals.

Along with these hot stories of his recent sexual conquests, Master Cody sent me four more pics of himself in various states of sweat and undress. He’s exactly as hot as you imagine. I’m hoping he will finally give me permission to use them in some fashion on the site.

I guess the sum total of the above emails serve to remind us that Alphas don’t live like ordinary Men, and for the most part they simply CAN’T. It’s not in their programming to live like other males. ‘

The school year is finishing up, which of course means there will be ample time for Master Cody to expand his hold on humanity. It’s such a privilege to be able to document his rise to infinite power!

[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]

This post is part of a thread chronicling the adventures of Miami fag, a muscular executive faggot who travels and services white collar Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Well, the first story featuring the adventures of Miami fag really inspired a bunch of faggots out there. They were positively vibrating with excitement!

That’s the power of the direct approach in action!

Frankly, Miami fag was pretty thrilled to see his story published and the positive feedback it received, too. So he wanted to share another true story (see disclaimer below) of a crazy encounter he had … with his boss.

OK. Here’s the story of me sucking off my boss. One of the hottest things that’s EVER happened to me.

So about 10 years, I was living in Washington, DC. I work as a consultant. My boss and I were always close. He was a real mentor to me when I was first starting out, and he hired me just when I needed a job. He’s a great boss too. He is 12 years older than I am and much taller (I am 5’9, he is 6’4). For a guy in his late 40s, he is in incredible shape too. We would occasionally work out together, and he could run circles around me in the gym (and I know my way around the equipment!). Long story short, we were always close, but he was also always the boss – I followed orders, he gave them.

One day, I decided to take a sick day so that I could spend the day giving head. Twice a month I’d get in the habit of posting craigslist ads offering no recip oral sessions for straight, hung men. Had a lot of great experiences doing this and have been able to provide oral relief to hundreds and hundreds of men over the years.

This one day, I posted an ad, and I received a great response. The guy said he was married, never got head, and his wife had basically stopped interacting with him. He said he needed a muscular faggot to push around a little bit and to take care of him. He sent a picture – lean, athletic body, but no dick pic included. I do not require face or dick pics to meet; however, given my professional status and my personal looks, I consider myself to be a cocksucker only for top notch Alpha men. When a man shows up for head, I can tell if he is a real Alpha or not. The fake ones, I always turn away. So, it doesn’t matter if no face or dick pic, because I will absolutely turn them away if they do not meet my expectations. (I’m sure this will cause some cocksucker controversy!!! :).

(This is a bit bothersome. It’s unwise for faggots to be this arrogant. Nothing against Miami fag here – what he’s doing is working – but having this kind of attitude will lead to disaster more often than success.)

So, I take the risk. I gave him my address and we decided to meet about 1 hour later. Whenever I’m about to service a Man, I get butterflies in my stomach – the adrenaline rush is unbelievable. So, the time came, and I went outside (I lived in an apartment building at that time) to wait.

And then I saw him, my boss. He had parked his car and was walking towwards my building. He saw me. He put two and two together. So did I. He approached me, and I just said, “It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” And he just said, “Promise?” And I said, “Yes. 100%.” He looked so nervous, but we went upstairs anyway.

As soon as we entered my apartment, his entire mood changed. He is usually the nicest and friendliest guy. All of sudden, he became extremely serious. Made me take off my clothes and tell him why I deserved to suck his dick. He put his big hand behind my head and put my face right in his and said, I will never forget, “I’ve always wanted to fuck your face, faggot.” Then he spit right in my face. He took off his shirt, and then everything but his underwear. He made me pull those off and I couldn’t believe my eyes. One of the biggest Manhoods I’ve ever seen. It was a good length, probably 8″, but the girth was incredible. Thicker than a beer can, or so it seemed.

I went in to start servicing, but he pushed me away. “Smell it first.” He made me smell his dick for a good few minutes and tell him why I should be allowed to suck it. I was in heaven, Sam. It was unbelievable. Finally, he let me suck it. And when he got close, he asked if I swallow. I said “Yes, sir, I do.” And just like that, he came, right down my throat.

He got dressed, left, and we NEVER spoke of it again. And we had a great working relationship after that too. (I should explain that, while I am a faggot and I am meant to serve men, and while I LOVE all men and their beautiful penises, I only service the highest quality alphas. I am an “alpha” in real life myself – I always make more money than the men who want their dicks sucked, I am great looking, have an incredible body, etc. For me, I need a TRUE alpha to feed me. It’s hard to find TRUE alphas. Some men just pretend. They see this as role play, as a game. They want to feel 15 minutes of power by pretending to be a real alpha who is in charge. When I find men who ARE truly in charge, my heart races and my adrenaline pumps.)

Never sucked him again. But, thanks to you, the next time I see him, I will be VERY direct about it. I have a plan. Hoping to see him in September at an event. Planning to say something to him like, “If you need a repeat, sir, you know where to find me.” Just let him know it’s all good.

This was handled impeccably. Business-like, appropriately. I mean aside from the spitting and throat fucking and the cumshot, of course.

Ask yourself – if you saw your boss walking up the drive on his way to use your mouth, would you have the nerve to go through with it? Would you be able to steel yourself and improvise on the fly in order to make sure you perform properly?

This is what separates faggots from the pretenders. True faggots can put everything in the line for the sake of purpose!

Thank you Miami fag for sharing this amazing story!

[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]

[hater disclaimer: this story was passed along to me by a faggot from Miami. I did not vet the accuracy of the story, interview third-grade teachers, check hair samples and video surveillance, or utilize lie detectors. Read at your own risk.]

I’ve been sucking straight dick for more than 20 years. When I first began writing about my experiences wrangling straight Alphas and serving them, I was roundly criticized for making shit up.

Six years ago when I started this site, I was one of the loudest voices publicizing this basic truth, and I was genuinely baffled by the disbelief I received. Later my stance was supported by powerful straight married Alphas like Natural Hung Bull or Straight Alpha Mike who verified that straight Alphas do indeed use faggots, and that they are approachable by faggots.

Then I began to explain how I make an offer to straight strangers I meet in life. And yet again I was blasted by unbelievers who told me I was full of shit.

But every so often I get a message from a faggot who gathers up the necessary courage and tries my advice … and they come back to me with awesome success stories.

The latest story comes from a faggot I’m going to name Miami.

Hi Sam. I am a HUGE fan. I love what you do. I have dozens of great stories of times when I have sucked cock BUT it wasn’t until I started reading your site that I got the courage to be direct about it.

So literally just last week, I met up with a colleague of mine. A man I’ve worked with for many years. He was in town and we decided to grab dinner. We’re both mid-30s professional dudes. He’s married with a few kids. I’m single but date around occasionally. We’re friendly but not necessarily friends. We grabbed dinner and talked business, figured out what we needed to.

Then, as we were having a last drink (we were at a restaurant a few blocks from his hotel), he hinted that he was hoping to find a woman while he was in town. I can’t be judgmental of others, and I don’t have any judgment about his marriage or who he does what with.

But it was my opening. I remembered your advice to cocksuckers to be direct.

Now let me tell you about him quickly: He is about 6’2 and I’d say 180-190 pounds. He works out regularly but really more of a dad body with muscular arms and shoulders…at least that’s all I’ve been able to see. Dark wavy hair; extremely handsome masculine face; dark features, And my favorite…HUGE hands. It was the first thing I noticed about him when we met 8 or so years ago.

So, he makes this comment about finding a woman, And I said, “You know, P—, there’s an easy way for you to get your rocks off.” He was surprised to hear me talk like this. I said, “Have you ever heard of a cocksucker?” He laughed – god his smile is so amazing – he thought I was joking.

I kept a straight face and he said, “What do you mean?” Seeing that I was serious. I said “there is a special sub-class of gay and bi men who identify as cocksuckers. This means that they live and die to just suck dick.” He opened his eyes even bigger and said “Really?” I told him that cocksuckers live to be between a Man’s legs and will focus on all of the areas that a woman just doesn’t know – his balls, under his balls, his thighs, his feet.

He leaned in and said really quietly, “How do I find one?” I said you’ve been working with one for 8 years.

The check just happen to come at that moment, and he threw down a bunch of cash. He said, “I have to make a phone call, but come to Room such-and-such in 30 minutes at the hotel.” So of course, I went.

He had propped the door open, and was seated on the couch at the end of the room. When I walked in, his back was basically to me, but I could see that he was shirtless. I walked around the couch, and he was sitting there, legs spread, in nothing but his boxer briefs. He was slightly stocky, but his torso was covered in this beautiful dark fur and his arms were just resting on the back of the couch. I could see his pits. Big biceps, big shoulders, beautiful pecs. A real man. And his legs. Hairy and muscular, with a set of Size 14 feet ending each.

“Get to work.” That’s what he said! I could have cum right then.

I got down on my knees between his legs. And I helped pull off his boxer briefs. The smell of his crotch hit me and I was gone. Passed out in faggot heaven. His dick was starting to get hard and was so perfectly thick. He wasn’t too verbal, but I edged him quite a few times. After about an hour, he said his balls couldn’t take it any more and he “needed to nut.” I kept going. About 30 seconds later, I felt his huge left hand come down HARD on the back of my head, which pushed his Manhood deep into my throat, and he gave me a wonderful load.

I cleaned him up, and he was extremely grateful. And PROMISED to feed me again next time I see him. All thanks to you!!!!!

I fucking love success stories like this from brave faggots who follow my advice and push themselves and their offer out there to straight Men. I’m telling you, there will be lots of success stories if you do the same.

Thanks to Miami fag for sharing his amazing victory with me!

Ever since I wrote the post “A Little More About Rape” way back in 2015 (CLICK HERE) I have been bombarded by hate and accusations of fetishizing or advocating rape.

What these accusers fail to comprehend about articles like that is that they are public displays of the inner workings of my own mind on the subject. As the victim of a violent rape, I was left with many conflicting feelings about my experience. From those feelings arose an ever-solidifying viewpoint on rape from a Hierarchical perspective that I freely admit is not conventional and could be offensive. But I believe within it lies a fundamental truth.

That truth is this: rape is a Hierarchically-sound part of the sorting process among dominant and submissive males. Alphas sometimes rape faggots, and these acts reinforce proper and necessary roles between males. Mind you, that is not an advocation of rape. It is simply a Hierarchical explanation for rape as a natural process.

Why do I feel emboldened to say such a thing? Because ever since I wrote that article I have received countless letters from other faggots who have been raped who came to similar conclusions. While all of these messages and letters have been personally validating, I’m not sure I’ve ever received one that so powerfully explained how I felt during and after my own rape. It’s from a faggot named Sean, and the story he tells is both horrifying and inspirational. Read:

I felt compelled to write to you to weigh in on the complex and controversial topic of faggot rape. I understand you do not — and should not — promote rape. However I also wanted to share my personal insight as one who has endured rape and why I am ultimately thankful for the experience and to the Alpha who raped me.

First I should say I have had more than one experience with what most people would classify as rape, including my first sexual experience. I am 46 now and so back in the day, newspaper ads were a way to discreetly meet Men. I was a sophomore in college and I answered an ad from 2 Men (a couple) who wanted to fuck a bottom. I responded and told them I was a virgin which excited them. I was picked up and taken to their place. We relaxed and I sucked their dicks for a bit before one of them reached around from behind with a chemical smelling cloth and I was almost instantly knocked out. My belief is that I was chloroformed. When I came to, I was already being fucked by a large-dicked Man with my face pressed into the balls and “saddle” (sides and under the balls/taint) of the other. Quite a way to regain consciousness. I felt no pain. In fact it was highly pleasurable. I believe they did this as a favor to me for my first penetration to reduce my pain on entry. They wore condoms (relevant to the actual story I want to tell). They both fucked me and I was fully conscious for the remainder of the night. At one point one of the Men sucked me briefly, which horrified me. It felt so wrong and my dicklet instantly retreated.
It took me a while to understand how being knocked out and sodomized (some might say raped) by 2 Men felt fine and normal, but being sucked was a big violation. I hadn’t put the pieces together that I was a faggot. Until I met the next Man.

I had a few experiences in between, always bottom, always seeking more and more Dominant Men. So by 1997, the internet was widely available and like every “male” I instantly tried to use it for porn and meet-ups. It was my very first internet meet-up I’m here to discuss.

I found a profile for a really attractive, strong, masculine, large-framed and self-described Dom. He was a Baltimore County police officer, I learned. Older than me. I was 22 and he was about 40. He struck me instantly as different. Demanding I provide some times I’m available instead of the usual “games” back-and-forth or vagueness I was used to. He also DEMANDED that he pick me up, despite my offer and preference to meet him out or at his place. I realized later this was all about control, and perhaps, his plan.

He picked me up and I was so excited by how attractive and Manly he was. I felt so weak and small and shy! We chatted and went out to eat at a pizza place. He asked me what I liked from the menu and ordered for me, which was a powerful move in my mind at the time and I loved it. He commented that he’d fuck the waiter, which struck me as odd at the time considering we were on a “date.” Oh, how much I had to learn about Alphas and how he viewed me. He paid, which I liked.

After dinner there was no question we were going to his place. I was surely going to suck his cock, maybe get fucked, so I was sure to be cleaned out just in case. I had made it clear that I was open to getting fucked, but with a condom only. He didn’t agree or disagree to that or even really acknowledge my request. But I felt he would not do anything I didn’t consent to. I was wrong.

The Man wanted to fuck and I reminded him about the condom. At that point, the situation changed dramatically and an element of violence filled the room. His demeanor changed into an abuser and a predator and I was terrified. Before I could even try to make an exit I was pinned down in an impossible hold. I could not struggle away and had no use of my arms or legs. So me face down on his bed, he brutally and violently penetrated me. The pain was absolutely searing. I didn’t know what kind of damage was being done but I do know he didn’t care. At that moment, despite the situation, can you believe it came into my mind that I was glad I cleaned out well? Even at that moment I was thinking about his experience, something which I thought about a lot later. Something was happening to me. he was verbalizing and I remember mostly hearing the words “faggot, bitch and pregnant” but there was a lot more said, all deeply degrading.

In his final and very purposeful thrusts and ejaculation into me I was feeling glad this would be over and also like a chemical reaction feeling like something had changed in me forever. I had never been bred before and it was monumental to have his DNA inside me. I felt victimized but also desirable that he wanted to make me a part of him in that way. It was complicated.

So he finished and there was surprisingly little tearing and blood, but some. He got off me and we cleaned up and he was exactly normal. Not fazed at all that he has just raped me. Of course he still had to drive me home which was extremely humiliating, but also chivalrous? Again, complicated!
He said he wanted to see me again. Afraid, I said OK, but just wanted to get away with no intention to see him again. It was honestly a trauma. 

However, after the soreness subsided I started thinking about him again. I thought about how Dominant and controlling he was in every respect and about how small and insignificant I felt in his presence. Something was clicking. What was he calling me? Oh yeah. A faggot.

I ended up calling him again! 

A young fag answered, though and I retreated, despite the fag saying it’s fine and he doesn’t mind getting the Man to talk with me. I hung up, sort of thrown by somebody else answering and I did not contact him again.

Now, why am I thankful to this Man who committed this act against my innocent young self?

I’m thankful because I learned there are Men, and there are Alphas and they do not operate by the same rules. I hadn’t known that. I am thankful that he opened up my true self. He saw what I was before I even knew! He saw a faggot that was his to take since he had the planning and power to do so. Once the dust settled I knew I had an identity and a purpose. It suddenly all came together why in my first experience I was happy to be knocked out and fucked but not OK with some oral attention on myself. I was a faggot. He didn’t make me that way, but he opened my eyes and it changed everything. 

I’ve had similarly eye-opening experiences though not as monumental the first time a Man spit in my face and the first time a Man really slapped me. Spit because it’s the epitome of disrespect (“spit in the face of”…is a common phrase for the ultimate disrespect, usually figuratively, of course). But I liked it. And being slapped because of the wave of shock, humiliation and the true sense of being OWNED that washed over me and I do gravitate to Alphas with an abusive streak ever since (I did take in and mostly agree with your podcast about aftercare). But I do respect a Man that hits faggots.

I did live in fear that the rapist had given me a disease of course. Nothing flared up and before long I was off to an overseas life adventure where I had to be HIV tested. Thankfully, I was negative.

I don’t condone rape and I do believe in using condoms. But I am thankful and appreciative that I was seen for the REAL me. I’m not “proud” of being a faggot. That’s not the right word. But I so accept it and understand I have a purpose that I have been working on now for years.

I was truly rattled after reading this account. The account itself is devastating. But then reading how my brother Sean came to the same conclusion as I did regarding the rights of Men and the function of rape as Hierarchical reinforcement. There is something to this. Why do so many faggots have the same perspective I have about what happened to us? Are you simply all broken in the same way?

I admit that part of me remains unsettled after so long. I don’t think I should feel this way about my rape or the rape of other faggots. But then again, is it the pressure of societal views on rape causing this shame?

I just think somewhere in this mess of Hierarchical bumper cars the actual truth exists.

Thank you to my brother Sean for his bravery!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of 22-year-old athlete Alpha John and his use of faggots. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It all started with a question from a 22-year-old Alpha named John.

Thx fag. I found your site a little bit ago, I very much like it. Helps me enjoy fucking faggots even more actually.. I’m a pretty dominant guy and it may not be a very alpha thing to ask you but I will anyway. Is it “ok” to kind of invite a fag over under different pretenses than he expects, and then just pretty much do what I want with him? I don’t want to hurt him but I do want to fuck the shit out of him.

Of course I told Alpha John that his idea was perfectly fine and that Men have been doing that since the dawn of time.

I see. Sucks to be him then. But he likes it I think. I really don’t want to hurt him but sometimes I think about him underneath me in bed and I wanna fucking annihilate him. Sometimes I even wanna hear him scream. But I think he’d ultimately appreciate the “cunting” – word I heard on your site, ha. I’ve come to love using some faggots so far and fucking their brains out.

I asked Alpha John about his history with faggots.

I’m from Texas . I had bred guys before but finding your site almost heightened the excitement. Like this thing in me saying “yes , go ahead, destroy it” that kind of thing. I’m not extremely experienced since I’m younger myself but I’m getting there ha. What I’ve easily observed is that faggots love when I know who I am. And they respond to it. Well. Everything in life loves it when I’m sure of myself. If that makes sense. A couple years ago, like I said I haven’t been using them forever but there’ve been a couple standouts- one time earlier I remember well was when I was actually nervous but I did meet up with him . I got there and he was in jeans a jockstrap , we get on the bed and he starts sucking me. After a while I was board Bc that didn’t get me off what I told him I wanted was to be able to thrust. So I pull out the big buttplug he had inside his cunt. His pussy was like velvet to my dick. Back then I was still asking faggots questions, so I whispered where do you want me to cum. And , of course, he answered you can cum wherever you want. So obviously I bred him deep. It was awesome, and I knew he was a faggot bc he really wanted to be sure I put the plug back in so I wouldn’t drip out of him. I slapped on the ass and we got dressed, I went on to church,(I’m not kidding), and he went to hang out with his friends with my load deep up in him. He later asked me to come back and do it again bc that time he wanted to see how I tasted, ha. See. Now these days I’d cum in them , and then have it leak out their asshole onto my dick and they can “taste” me from there , ha. But that’s maybe when I started figuring out the dynamic in my own way.

This is truly how Alphas begin. They follow their predatory instinct, and then it grows more powerful as they realize there isn’t anything a faggot won’t do to please them!

Alpha John is remarkably articulate and thoughtful about his Alphahood, and he seems quite eager to learn and experiment more with the possibilities of faggot use and ownership!

This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Matt, a straight male and friend of Alpha Jin who slowly came to understand the wonders of faggot worship. Click here to read all of these posts in order!

I have recently written multiple times about my astonishment over the changes that have occurred in Master Matt since he began truly owning faggots. He has literally transformed into a new Alpha, an Apex Alpha.

But it’s more than that, really. He’s discovered the Protector Alpha within himself, this powerful persona that was buried beneath the male bravado and the abusive, careless fucking.

And with that change, he’s becoming more powerful as a COMPLETE MAN than he ever could’ve before. He senses it now, a destiny as a King and a lifetime of worship is now attainable. It’s like a great door has been opened up just for him, and the riches beyond it exist for his glory.

He took another step toward that destiny last night by taking the virginity of his second live-in faggot Jeremy.

Jeremy spent most of yesterday morning and afternoon with his fag brother Michael. Of primary importance was their waxing appointment. There, Jeremy was completely waxed baby-smooth. He marveled at how sexy he felt.

When they returned home, Jeremy was ordered into the bedroom to get ready. Jeremy got into his jock strap and then assumed the bitch position.

Soon Master Matt entered the room completely naked, giant dick rock hard, and a huge bottle of Gun Oil lube in his hand.

“Good boy,” said Master Matt as he wiped a healthy dollop of lube on the fag’s pussy. Then Master Matt began to finger Jeremy, one finger, then two. “It felt so right,” said Jeremy.

But Jeremy’s pussy wasn’t opening up no matter how Master Matt tried to manipulate it. Frustrated, Master Matt resorted to something he’s used to open up female pussy. He licked Jeremy’s pussy! He had never done that before!

Almost instantly, Jeremy’s pussy opened up like a flower with the gentle stimulation, almost begging for Master Matt’s cock.

So Master Matt obliged, slowly sliding into Jeremy until Jeremy could feel Master Matt’s full balls hitting his upturned taint.

Then with long, slow strokes Master Matt built up to a roaring climax. He pumped Jeremy’s pussy full of Alpha cum, breeding it thoroughly.

By this time Michael had slipped into the room to watch, so Master Matt then bred his other faggot as well.

As for Jeremy, Master Matt said this:

“It was one of the best virgin holes I have taken.”

That is a huge endorsement! Master Matt has deflowered quite a few females, and now a couple of faggots. For him to say that is an incredible statement!

Last night Master Matt allowed his newly-bred faggot sleep with him. Jeremy breathed in the scent of his Master while his pussy absorbed his Master’s cum into his body.

This morning Jeremy was overcome with bliss. “I was born for this!” he exclaimed multiple times. Such is the power of the cock and cum of an Apex Alpha like Master Matt!

But still, despite the radical change in Jeremy, I can’t help but think the greater change occurred in Master Matt. If he ever felt like a god before, he surely must feel it now.

He is learning important concepts like patience and tenderness through the ownership of faggots. He’s learning about how to care about more than just the next pussy or the next nut.

He’s an OWNER now! He literally owns other human beings who exist for his pleasure. As their god, he has the responsibility to train them and give them purpose.

He didn’t have that before, but he wasn’t ready.

He’s more than ready now!

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

When I first met Jamie months ago, its Master, Dino, seemed like some sort of extreme abstract painting of an Alpha. At first I wasn’t sure if it was possible for an Alpha to exist in the way Jamie described him.

Then I met Master Dino. The meeting was like a tomato meeting a runaway freight train; I had no chance. His long, scorched-earth missives were pure Alpha rage and hunger. The intensity of Master Dino is so electrifying that it becomes scary and can almost induce panic attacks. Despite all of that, Master Dino is easily one of the top Alphas ever featured on this website. I receive at least one request per week about him. Faggots around the world are drawn like moths to flame to his blinding light.

We hadn’t spoken to each other much over the last several weeks (except for me begging him to be interviewed for the podcast), but Master Dino has returned with perhaps one of the most startling developments to ever be published here. As the title above indicates, it involves his Alpha son Chad!

Here’s what he wrote:

faggot, When I awoke today after last nights happenings it was with a raging hard on. Heh heh Fortunately for Me (and My own faggot) I was in such a good mood last night I allowed My hole to do one of its favorite things–it slept with My dick in its mouth so when I woke and looked down it was good to see My property with a mouthful of dick. it was awake before Me (which is a requirement when I allow it to sleep with Me) with its eyes turned upward and an innocent, almost pleading expression on its face. Fuck that really gets me going and little whore KNOWS it does. Fuck, I just rolled over and fucked that mouth HARD until I ROARED and fed it. I was in such a good mood I let it suckle Me, gave it the 1st big piss of the day and then let it get another load at its leasure, which of course was almost immediately. I feel so fucking good I wanna feed every faggot alive today! Ha!

Okay, how’s that for an attention-getting opening? I was immediately straining against my chastity cage thinking, “what’s going on?”

Little did I suspect …

But I digress, last night I was called to the police station. My son had been at the center of some chaos and had been hauled in. They didn’t officially arrest Him but had called Me to come down. When I arrived there was “Chad” (not His name), of course, pissed off, belligerently smoking a cigarette with skinned knuckles, among other things. He’d obviously been fighting.

The chief, visibly unhappy at being roused from bed, asked Me to step into his office. Chad hadn’t seen Me yet so I followed the cop. We are familiar with each other, to say the least, from My own days of teenage testosterone and My work.

Now My son (who only weeks ago had punched thru puberty) was in shit. The cop proceeded to tell Me that My son, who’s 15 and looks amazingly like Me, had apparently been fucking some 17 year old female cunt and somehow got the cunt’s mother in bed with them. So He’s doing what any true Man would do and fucking them. They all lost track of time I guess and the dad came home, saw what happening and went berserk. Somehow a neighbor got involved and Chad beat the fuck out of the guys. (I later learned that after he had the guys down He pumped His load in the girl and when cops arrived he was smoking a cigarette and sitting on the dad’s chest rubbing his dick across the terrified dudes mouth, threatening to piss on him. Lol).

Anyway the cop said after he spoke with the people and told them who they’d just been bulldozed by, they dropped any charges for My word Chad wouldn’t ever come around. Of course I said I’d ‘see what I could do’ about that but not confirming that I would. Then I was lead to My son who was cockily sitting in a holding area bloodied but unbowed, wearing jeans and one sock and smugly smoking while sitting beside a NO SMOKING sign, the little prick. (GRIN)

I took Him home with Me. On the way I did give Him a ‘dad’s speech about doing shit that gets cops involved’ and the “Christ, Your mom has to be dealt with” jazz. I looked at My unrepentant Son and realized its was time for the talk, the Alpha talk. I’ve always made sure that Chad knew that a true Man is an Alpha Man that was born to fuck and rule but tempered that for a growing child. (I’m NOT an idiot, that kind of teaching is required until young minds are ready) I also always made it clear without any obvious distinction that His seed was meant for any type of hole He chose to fill. My children know of jamie but think it’s my servant and companion. It was now time Chad learned what jamie really is. But first everyone needed rest so we slept.

After jamie’s worship service on Me today I sent him to make our breakfast and I woke Chad. “Get up ya fucking punk” I said smiling. He opened His eyes and grinned like He had just been crowned king. I rubbed His head, punched His arm and told Him to follow me. Just as we sat down jamie put our plates before us and Chad looked at My bitch and asked, “you not having anything?” To which it smiled and replied, “I already had a huge breakfast” and it left the room chuckling.

We talked of the drama and His attitude was exactly what I expected. He told Me the story and ended with telling Me He felt entitled to the attention from the breeder cunts and that the men got what they deserved for “trying to mess with My getting a nut.”

I already knew He felt about women the way I do and I asked about Him sitting on dude’s chest. He said the dude deserved the humiliation and laughed. I asked Him what He felt at that moment. He kinda of grinned and said the one truth that made My chest swell with pride, “Dad, I felt like a fucking God!” I said, “that excited You didn’t it?” He looked at Me half comprehendly, half puzzled. We ate quietly for a moment then He said that I’d always been a great dad that he could talk to about anything. I thanked Him and asked what he was really trying to say and reminded Him of what He’d just said about our relationship and he said, with a wicked yet shy grin, “I feel like I should’ve fucked the dude for interrupting groove”.

YES! That’s MY son! That’s all I needed to hear.

After breakfast I took Him back to the livingroom where He’d slept and we talked for hours. 1st about His feelings on men,women, and Alpha Men. He had just the right attitude. I then told Him the story of My life, actually I told Him that I was a true Alpha God and I had Him check out the thread on your website. He read everything that pertained to Me (and some that didn’t, trying to wrap His head around the Alpha/faggot world) and My cuntwife. He said nothing until He read it all.

He finished and said, “Damn dad!” He sat back, lit up and said, “You mean jamie is… Damn dad! Fuck!”

I smiled and said, “You got something to say Boy?”

“No, I mean yeah. I mean it’s fucking incredible. God damn dad, You are a fucking stud aren’t You? Fuck dad, I always knew My pop was more than most men but God damn, my head is spinning pop. Yeah, I got something to say, tell me where to get My own fag!”

I told Him we’d get Him moved in here and we’d figure everything out, to just calm down and He’d be pumping His load into something before the day was over.

Just then jamie came in with My coffee. Now, all thru the years I’d told jamie My plan to have this talk with Chad and after I knew His feelings I’d decide the next move so jamie was totally prepared when I said, “bitch, suck My dick.” I opened My robe and jamie got to it quickly. I closed My eyes and laid My head back, enjoying showing Chad how much My cunt adored Me. I made a decision as I looked at My son. In about 2 minutes I dumped My seed and pushed My cunt all the way down on My dick, pumping My load down its throat. As always the bitch stayed on My rod until My nuts were totally empty, suckling My now soft dick for the last precious drops of my load. “Oh God, thank You Daddy” jaime whispered into the room as it rubbed its cheek on My leg hair that it loves so much.

Chad, teasing His old man, said, “Damn dad, don’t ya got any more than that?” and laughed.

I told Him while He needed to be taught a lot I didn’t think He needed instructions on how to get a nut, that I only wanted to bust a load before I left to check in at work.

Then I stood up and said, “I’ll be gone about 4 hours. Son, in that time jamie is gonna give You what it gave Me that first night. Let’s see if You are Man enough for all that worship, see if You can hold Your load until You’ve been bathed from top to bottom like Your old man. And I left the room to dress.

Before I left I stuck My head in to see how things were progressing. Chad was lying naked, soaking up all the worship. jamie was only up to His ankles but already His dick was standing proud and drooling precum-just like His dad. Neither had noticed Me yet but when jamie saw Me it stopped for a second, darted up to slurp off the precum running down Chad’s shaft,then went back to the exact spot it had left and started the worship again. When My bitch lapped up that juice Chad had gasped and His dick jerked, threatening to explode. If jamie had even put the head in its mouth Chad would have busted but My faggot is a great faggot and knew just how much it could do without making Chad blow His load.

Chad opened His eyes after He gasped and grinned at Me and said, “Dad, oh fuck, thanks dad. God damn I feel like I’m gonna bust any second. Is this what you get on a regular?”

I said, “Every day of My life son IF that’s what I want that day.”

“Fuck dad, I don’t know if I can hold out until he makes it all the way up.”

“it, son. it, not he” I corrected Him.

Just then jamie slurped up the precum again and Chad said distractedly, “Yeah, uh, it. Sorry dad. I uh, oh fuck dad, what if I cum before…”

I said, “If You gotta cum before it finishes just make sure and feed it Your load to show it that You think it did a good job. But You really need to learn control because controlling Your body and Your world is a big lesson to learn. And Your future faggots and cunts will be grateful in ways You can’t even imagine right now–especially the faggots. See ya later Boy”.

As I left I could hear Him gasp again and say, “God damn, stop for a second faggot! Oh God damn I almost…:” I smiled as I closed the door and thought, ” That’s My good faggot wife. And that’s MY SON!”

I’m at the office now. I’ll let You know what’s happening later. I’ve made plans for years for this moment. This is gonna be a busy time. Poor faggot. jamie is gonna be tested for strength and endurance. Hahaha Fuck it’s great being an Alpha Male!

FUCK ALL YOU FAGGOTS MY SON WILL SOON BE ON THE LOOSE! hahaha

HOLY FUCK!

First of all, you can hear a shift in Master Dino’s “voice” in this entry because he’s talking about his heir, his most prized son Chad. There’s a softness in his words, a deep affection.

I have covered a couple of instances when Alpha fathers have taught their sons (both Alpha and faggot) the truth about Hierarchy and purpose. Maybe the most notable example was when Sir Rob taught his 17-year-old Alpha son Master Kyle about the use and ownership of faggots. Now Master Kyle owns three caged faggots in addition to the many females he dates and/or fucks.

But imagine being a 15-year-old Alpha like Master Chad and discovering this deeper truth about his heritage! How powerful he must’ve felt when he pumped his first load into his father’s faggot!

Alphas are lions. The father lion protects his children and teaches them by example. How to hunt, capture, and kill lesser animals. They feast together, rule together.

Master Dino has taught his young lion Master Chad about his Hierarchical inheritance. Master Chad has tasted blood, and loves it.

Master Chad is now standing on the ledge of a mountain, looking down on the vastness of his domain. It all belongs to him, just as it has for the generations of Alphas who’ve ruled before him.

Just as Nature intended! Hierarchy is Truth!

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

It’s been quite a long time since I’ve been able to feature Master Kyle’s Apex Alpha father Sir Rob. Why the delay? Because this greatest of Protector Alphas has been tirelessly battling COVID in his hospital (he’s a doctor, remember). He’s barely even had time to fuck his wife or his faggots over the last few months.

Despite his exhausting schedule, he has dropped me notes here and there, which humbles me considerably. I’m just some far-away faggot, yet he still gives me crumbs of attention. I cherish every one.

Today he sent me a shocking and heartbreaking story from his job that required him to make use of his powers of Alphahood to solve.

READ:

So I was working ER that day, maybe four or five days ago when at around 11pm an ambulance came in. It was a young man, in his 20s. He came in because he tried to kill himself; he slashed his arteries in both his arms. Luckily, his roomate found him before it was too late.

I took care of him and left to continue my work on other patients since he was asleep. I had already seen that boy. He came in with his “boyfriend” to get on PrEP, but I know that these two were Alpha and faggot. I got called to his room when he woke up. He was crying when I walked in. As usual I ask my questions, but with extra care this time. “What happened” “why did you do this” “Were you under the influence” all that stuff. He confessed to me that his man (alpha) left him for someone else, so it was no use for him to live anymore.

It really stuck with me. I just would like to say to every faggot that trying to take your life for an Alpha is not worth it. Suicide is never worth it. You’ll find another Alpha, better than the last one. Thanks for listening, I’ve been having this on my heart for a few days now.

Another life saved by my superhero Sir Rob!

It was really due to his insight as an Apex Alpha owner of faggots that Sir Rob could see deeper into the situation than the average Man, and counsel the faggot accordingly.

My heart swelled three or four times larger after reading his message. How could any faggot serve this Man and not fall completely in love with him? Imagine the aftercare he would provide after fucking you senseless.

I just think about that frightened faggot having this holy mountain of Manhood consoling him as only a great Protector Alpha can.

The greatest Protector Alpha!

I absolutely must share this amazing little story about a faggot named Nick. Incidentally, I have another story about Nick that I have been struggling to find time to write … but this one must come first.

Nick is a 30-year-old faggot who has been making a concerted effort to improve his courage so he might make an effort to serve Men and fulfill his purpose. I love when faggots take this commission seriously!

But circumstance was about to give Nick an unexpected opportunity to show courage. I’ll let him tell it:

So, I’ve been listening to the podcast a lot the last few days aloud on my phone and I guess my main door was open and my neighbors boyfriend across the hall heard it and listened in a bit. I saw him doing laundry and he confronted me about it.

He asked if I believed in what I was listening to and if I was “like that” and after hesitating for a minute I told him, “Yes Sir, it’s true.” He told me he thought I was sick and he just walked out.

(Nick said the episode in question was #83 – “Breeding”)

I must tell you that I cannot express how proud I am of Nick! When confronted, he stood his ground and didn’t back down from the truth!

Ultimately, that’s how this “war” is won. Brave faggots who persist at serving Men change them and those around them. Look at the example of Master Jin and his faggot Chin; their bravery has led to the fulfillment of eight other people exposed to Hierarchical principles!

To that end, keep this in mind: that neighbor listened to it, didn’t he? And he may have had a disgusted initial reaction, but what might come of things as the information turns in his mind?

That is the beauty of Hierarchy. It is Nature’s First Law. It cannot be refuted. So stand firm like Nick the faggot! The truth shall set you free!

More and more straight Alphas are seeking out faggot cocksuckers that they can use for fast, professional service. It’s just a fact, folks.

There has also been a similar movement among straight married Alphas. Of course married Men cheat all the time, but you’d think that marriage would blind them to the use of faggots. That’s definitely changing these days.

Case in point: I received a letter from a married Alpha named Aaron. He’s 40 years old and enjoying his life as a mature married King.

But, as is typical in marriages, the lust goes out of the relationship and the sex isn’t coming as often as an Alpha Bull requires.

There is almost always only one great and dependable solution: FAGGOTS. Faggots never get tired of sucking dick, respect a Man’s right to privacy, swallow every drop of his precious cum, and thanks him afterwards. What more could a Man want?

Here’s Alpha Aaron’s letter:

I’m a 40 year old married white guy from near Indianapolis.  I’m a former college athlete with an advanced degree who owns a small defense contracting firm.  I’m in good shape, have all my hair, am easy on the eyes, and have had plenty of social and financial success all throughout my life.  I was my high school’s validictorian, captain of the football and wrestling teams, played college football, and have a STEM PhD.

I’ve been using faggots online for about 10 years or so. When travelling for work, I found an outlet for sexual release in chatting, trading pics, emailing, or camming with fags that were interested in worshiping my cock.  I totally get off on other people, men or women, looking at, commenting on, admiring, or otherwise talking about my dick.  I love to show it off.
My wife lets me absolutely destroy her pussy, asshole, and/or mouth about every other evening, but the extended lockdown type situation and her early menopause is causing her to enjoy sex less and less.  I used to travel about half the time for work, so she got much more of a break, but now I’m expecting sex on a much more frequent basis, she’s changing physically, and she realizes that she’s not really able to continue to give me what I need.  So she’s told me I can seek sex elsewhere.

While going out for some strange pussy would probably be preferable to using a faggots mouth or ass, the baggage that comes with another relationship with a woman should be obvious.  That just sounds like work.  I’m interested in finding a few faggot cocksuckers that I can contact when I need to shoot a load.  Ideally, I text them that I need to stop by, they get ready, then I show up and get sucked off.  I’m assuming that establishing a few dedicated cocksuckers shouldn’t be that difficult, but we’ll see.

I’m not sure I’m into owning a faggot or two, that sounds like work.  The word own implies that I have some responsibility for the fag, and that’s not really what I’m looking for.  I want a fag or two that can appreciate a nice big cock, and show his appreciation with his mouth.  Who knows that he’s just there for my sexual satisfaction and that I don’t need another wife, or son, or anything like that.  I just need a warm hole to fuck, and he offers up his mouth like a substitute pussy.

Alpha Aaron is describing the basic dynamic between an Alpha and a faggot. This is exactly how Men should use faggots!

Here’s my prediction: Alpha Aaron is going to find a faggot, fuck its throat, and feed it multiple loads. And he’s going to love the easy service and worship that comes with faggots that he’s going to keep coming back to use them again and again.

It happens all the time!

I don’t think it’s bragging anymore to crow about the effect this website has had on the lives and sexual adventures of its readers. I’m very proud of the FWA effect, because it’s been able to change many lives and inspire people.

One recent testimonial of the FWA effect comes from a faggot I’ll call Decatur. He wrote me this amazing email about an experience he had:

Hey Sam,

Just wanted to let you know you’ve enhanced my sex life. I was meeting up with this dom top last night for the first time in six months. (Before Covid, we usually connected about every other month). Anyway, he’s uber-masculine, bearded, hairy, very muscular, about 6-2, thick 8 inches. He’s always the top and always gets serviced with no recip. While we’ve been meeting up for about three years now under those unspoken but understood conditions, we’ve never gone any further with the idea.
Last night, while I was sucking him, I told him very briefly about your website and told him I think of him as an Alpha male. He just kind of growled in approval and said “Yeah, I am” and grabbed my head and started throat fucking me. I was trying to get him to call me a fag, but he’s a rather polite and quite person, too, and didn’t say that. I think he thinks I’d be offended. He’s on the quiet side and usually just says things like “keep doing that,” “that feels good,” “you’re good.” Things more of orders or encouragement.

Later, when he was fucking me, it was a very good fuck. But at one point, I told him, “I feel like you’re cunting me.” Boy he loved that. He didn’t say a word, but he went into overdrive on the fuck the second he heard those words. It definitely sent me into the zone — it hurt but I just didn’t care. And I could tell he was enjoying the rut on a new level. That went on about five minutes and he just exploded in me. He stayed buried a couple of minutes, pulled out abruptly, slapped my ass and said, “I just rearranged your guts!” and headed for the shower.

The truths and the words used here at FWA exert such power for two reasons:

1. These are primal truths

2. They are instantly identifiable by all Men

Words and concepts like “cunting” or “faggot” have tremendous power. They hit Men right in the gut. They’re trigger concepts.

Decatur fag’s Alpha heard those terms and immediately went into a powerful rut. I’m sure Decatur fag was shocked by the instantaneous reaction of his normally-reserved Alpha, but in a good way!

Hopefully Decatur fag can continue to apply these concepts and use them to shape his Alpha!

This thread follows the rise of Master Seb, a 17-year-old straight Alpha in France who has discovered the wonders of faggot service and worship. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It had been a while since I’d heard from young Master Seb. It’s not surprising given his hot young Alphahood and all of the pussy (female and his owned faggots) that he constantly uses. Messages would go unanswered, and most of our recent “conversations” were variations of “hello.”

But he recently made time (in between fucking one of his girlfriends) to tell me about how he recently taught his Alpha friend Raoul about the use of faggots!

Maybe this shouldn’t be so shocking, really. After all, Master Seb introduced faggots to his Alpha father in spectacular fashion (CLICK HERE), and the two of them now maintain a separate apartment to house their owned faggots!

But honestly, what Master Seb did with Alpha Raoul is just as incredible. Here’s the story:

My Alpha friend Raoul has a girlfriend who doesn’t like to fuck. She’s got her period, a headache, she’s tired, she doesn’t feel like it… he complains a lot to me and I know he thinks men who fuck Men are all gay.

So I suggest why don’t you fuck a gay boy. They’re keen on getting a real man’s cock up their ass. He said that’s disgusting. I’m not into boys and I said I know a boy who Loves to take straight cocks, he would be surprised.

He says no way. I’m not gay. And I said I’m not gay either, but this boy is a good fuck and always willing … No headache, no period. He says no way.

A few days later he calls and complains about how horny he is. I say well you know I can help you. Give it a try.

I summon one of the faggots and within ten minutes he’s at my place. My friend pulls me aside and says he can’t do it and I tell the faggot to take off his clothes and present himself to my friend.

Then Raoul sees the cage. He says WTF??? I told him faggots aren’t allowed to cum, they must focus on pleasing their Master and Raoul was rock hard instantly. He literally raped the faggot, fucked him till he passed out.

He was like an animal. His girlfriend really should take care of him better.

I asked Master Seb if he thought Alpha Raoul had cunted the faggot.

He definitely did. I watched the faggots face while he got fucked. He looked like he was in a trance.

And then the faggot stuck the landing:

When Raoul was finished the faggot thanked him.

HOLY FUCK! I guarantee that Raoul had never been thanked for his rut and breeding before!

But it gets better!

Raoul is very excited about the faggots now. Well he was so excited that I said he could have the faggot. A couple of weeks later the faggot introduced a friend to Raoul. Since then he owns two.

The faggot he got from me already was in chastity . The new faggot is caged now too. I had the pleasure to try the new faggot. His pussy felt very nice.

Once Alphas get a taste of faggot ownership, they almost want nothing else. Even the straightest Alphas (like Master Raoul) love the overwhelming power of owning and breeding faggots.

It’s instinctive. Master Raoul saw that first faggot locked in chastity, and his dominance switch was instantly turned on. It’s like Alphas see chastity on a faggot and they stop viewing the faggot as being human. The faggot becomes a sex toy, a thing to use however they choose.

Master Raoul pouncing on that faggot and violently cunting it is such powerful evidence of the raging storm of aggression roiling in the balls and hearts of young, strong Alphas!

I cannot even express the deep respect I feel right now for this ancient brotherhood of Alphas! Master Seb is fulfilling his sacred duty to uphold Alphahood and support his brothers with these solemn Hierarchical truths!

Alphas teaching Alphas is one of the deepest commissions within the fraternity of Alphas. As a faggot, I am not allowed into this exclusive club except as prey.

But as a student of Hierarchy, I watch these events unfold from the outside with reverence and awe!

Thank you Master Seb for wielding this Alpha wisdom with a responsibility far beyond your years!

This thread follows the story of Alpha Parker, an Apex Alpha in a long-term monogamous relationship who has suddenly discovered his true power over faggots. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to hear from Apex Alpha Parker. He was busy doing a lot of traveling for work, and on these trips he’s been flexing his newly-unearthed Alpha powers on defenseless faggots everywhere he goes.

It never fails to surprise him how quickly faggots crumble when he takes control of them. For instance, on a recent trip to Chicago he took a walk through a park and walked into a public restroom. There was a guy in the bathroom when he entered. He looked at the guy, then pointed to the stall. The guy followed Alpha Parker into the stall, dropped to his knees, and allowed Alpha Parker to throat fuck him. These types of experiences happen regularly now that Alpha Parker has come to understand that faggots exist to serve in this way.

But last night something special happened in the development of Alpha Parker’s power. He cunted his first faggot!

It seems incredible that such a powerful and well-endowed Alpha has never cunted a faggot before, but it seems that his new aggression manifested itself in such a way that made cunting finally possible.

Yesterday I heard from Alpha Parker. He had just returned home from a trip and was excited. He had plans to meet up with the Ambercrombie clothing store faggot he subjugated several months ago (CLICK HERE), and he directly told me he was going to try and cunt the faggot. I think it was a point of pride that other Alphas have been successfully cunting their faggots and he had never experienced it.

He bred the faggot twice last night, but the cunting happened during the first fuck. It was a brutal rut, with Alpha Parker ramming his full 185-pound body into the faggot’s hole. Finally the faggot was balled up against the headboard with Alpha Parker slamming it from above so he could see the faggot’s face.

Then it happened. Alpha Parker popped the faggots’ second ring, and its face opened up in shock. The faggot began to convulse uncontrollably, and then it began to weep deeply.

Alpha Parker couldn’t hold back anymore and pumped a massive load into the faggot’s new cunt.

He held his cock in the faggot’s pussy as they laid there panting. The faggot began gyrating its hips, massaging Alpha Parker’s spent cock with its pussy hole. The faggot was so energized by what it just experienced that it scrambled down and sucked Alpha Parker’s cock. This, of course, let to a second breeding.

Needless to say Alpha Parker was ecstatic today about the cunting. It wasn’t just the accomplishment, though. Alpha Parker was marveling at his power as a Man and the transformative power of his cock. His rut destroyed his faggot’s charade of masculinity and forced it to accept its place. He watched as his faggot’s face changed, its eyes wide with shock. All because of his dick and his power.

Cunting is one of the greatest tools in an Alpha’s arsenal. Once it’s accomplished, everything about both the Alpha and the faggot are changed forever. It’s wonderful to see Alpha Parker continue his great ascendancy!

A few days ago I discovered that Masters Nick and Matt were dating new girls. By “discovered,” I mean I suspected something was up with them based on their recent silence and flat-out asked them. And sure enough, my Spidey sense was correct again.

I’m happy for them, of course. They’re straight Alphas who still have a natural attraction to females (and especially certain female body parts). It helps them feel connected to certain important aspects of their Masculinity; squiring a beautiful woman on a date or making love to her makes a Man feel socially and sexually desirable.

Of course, as two Alphas who own faggots, there is an issue looming on the horizon: when and how do you explain the existence of these faggot slaves to the new girlfriends?

It’s an issue Master Jin recently confronted with his last girlfriend. He point-blank told her than Chin is his faggot and that wasn’t changing. So she left.

Masters Nick and Matt have been huddling on the issue, and they have decided that they will very soon tell their new girlfriends about their faggots. And their resolve to continue owning faggots seems to be as strong as ever. Said Master Matt the other day:

(Fucking her) is not as good as with my faggot … I can see myself always having a faggot now.

One curious side effect of these two great Alphas fucking females again is that they come home to fuck their faggots with even more aggression than usual. The faggots have told me this, and it’s something I experienced with straight Alphas I’ve served.

My theory: Alphas are forced to restrain themselves while fucking females (especially new girlfriends), so the Beast inside them wants to RUT when he gets back to his faggot holes.

Regardless, Masters Nick and Matt continue to be fearless trailblazers. Every faggot lucky enough to be owned by them can rest assured that they are safe at their feet!

This is a thread following an extraordinary 21-year-old straight Alpha named Eric and the enslavement of his friend Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is part three of a three-part series of articles.

After my excited email of rejoicing over Alpha Eric’s face-fucking of his (former) friend Nick, I wondered what he would think about my encouragement to fuck his new faggot. Fortunately my answer (sort of ) arrived the next day:

I think I can be okay with this. 

What about the situation with his girl?  I do think he cares for her.  If I fuck him there’s no way he’ll be able to fuck her again.  I know that sounds insane and like I’m full of myself but it’s true.  My girl once told me that she’d never be able to cheat because she feels like she got put through a cross-fit session 3/4ths of the time. 

I’ve seen her faggot brother even look a little afraid.  As I mentioned, he broke it off with his boyfriend because he was trying to be the top when he cheated with me.  Sometimes I laugh until I snort when I imagine him trying to penetrate anything.

Alpha Eric was worried about Nick’s relationship with his girlfriend?? I was apoplectic. I couldn’t type a response fast enough:

Master,

None of that surprises or shocks me. Alphas like you are typically incredible fucks that totally destroy females and faggots forever. They are the unforgettable ones, the Men who own us forever.

I can’t believe you are concerned about his relationship with his girlfriend. I guess it’s a testament to your inherent goodness, Master. Here’s the thing you’re overlooking: his relationship is a sham. He’s misleading her every time he pretends to be a Man.

She’s heading for a fall, eventually. It might as well be now before they get married and have kids and then it explodes. I’ve seen these situations firsthand, and they are often sad. So many needless lies and regrets.
Better that you take ownership of Nick and breed him, Master. Not only will you increase in power Hierarchically, but you will give Nate the opportunity to experience the freedom of fulfillment.

So feel no regret. You are performing your duty as a King in our world, Master. Follow your instincts and you’ll know what to do.
Yours,
sam the faggot

I meant every word of that email. It is offensive that Nick has been lying to this girl with his embarrassing masquerade of Manhood. And don’t get me wrong – I was guilty of the very same thing until a powerful Alpha forced me to accept the truth. Therefore, I know what is right in natural Hierarchy, and what Men need to do about these kinds of situations.

Alpha Eric needed to fuck away all of the lies and deception.

The next day Alpha Eric gave me his answer: “I’m going to fuck him later today.”

To add more encouragement, I wrote this to him:

Master,
Thank you for taking up this Kingly duty! As the Protector Alpha you are, it is your Hierarchical duty to correct errors like this. 

Alphas should be the leaders they were born to be.
Faggots should be the cock slaves they were born to be.

You remember the scenario I laid out, right? I really think you need to get in his head and force him to understand his proper place, Master. He was born to worship Alphas like you. Make him kiss your feet and tell you “Thank you, Sir.”

For inspiration, watch this: https://fagsworshipalphas.com/im-a-faggot-daddy/. You might want to tell him to be cleaned out when he arrives.
You are going to restore order, Master. 

I’ve never been prouder of an Alpha than I am today of you, Master!

Later that night, I received this email from Alpha Eric confirming that he had, indeed, restored order in the Hierarchy:

This took a little longer but I’m amazed how early in the day it still is. I told my little brother and nephew I’d take them turkey hunting this morning. They like to learn from the best. We didn’t get shit tho.

Afterward we split. I had my brother drive my nephew back to our older brother’s house.  I went straight to Nick’s.  I was already amped up from stalking one of the hardest birds to sneak up on.

I don’t remember everything I said. But I know told him that he was first going to suck my dick then I was going to fuck him.  I thought he would resist more.  He didn’t say anything and got down on his knees.  I was already hard.  I made him suck and lick my balls first.  He was slow at first but started getting a little hungrier.  I made him look up at me.  When I was finished pushing his head down and making him gag and puke a little I made him do it himself while looking up at me.  There was so much spit it even had my balls soaked.  He held his head there on his own effort looking up, neck flexing from gagging, spit going out the sides of his mouth.  He didn’t break until I told him to.  His neck and throat are going to hurt like hell.

Then came the fun part.  He started resisting a little.  I reached my hand down the back of his shorts and started grazing his ass crack with my fingers.  It was a pitiful sight.  I asked him if he had any lubricant.  He had Vaseline.  I told him to go get it.  But I got him totally naked first so he wouldn’t try to escape. 

I made him go doggy.  I wouldn’t dignify that with missionary.  I thought I was pretty gentle going in.  I guess the thought of it was scary enough to him.  Sometimes I wouldn’t have anything but the head in and he’d be crying out.  I finally broke through the worst part.  I made him back his ass up on the rest of it.  All. The. Way. Down.  To my balls. 

His skin jiggled.  Thighs clapped.  It was like an earthquake.  I pushed him down flat and laid on top of him.  Put my forearm around his neck.  It was brutal.  For him.  He’d lay limp but I’d make him squirm just for my amusement.  I’d use my other hand to slap at his face if I didn’t think he was trying hard enough to get away.  All his might and he was just stuck there shaking. 

I cum so hard it hurt my cock.  I had him bear hugged when I cum so tight it’s a wonder I didn’t crush his ribs.  He got in the fetal position when I got off him and I saw his own little pool of jizz on the comforter. 

I washed my dick. Used the bathroom.  Put my hunting clothes back on.  We didn’t say a word before I went out the door. 

Since then I’ve been home.  The girlfriend’s got something slow cooking.  I did some target practice with a bow with my nephew to help him get his skills up.  He finally got some good shots in.  I gave him his kudos.  I have thought a little about what happened.  The girlfriend thinks I seem really relaxed.  I worried maybe I went too far.  

He no shit texted me and thanked me.  He was a little funny about how much he was hurting.  I did message back and ask him if he was okay – I mean, I don’t want him calling the cops on me and my DNA is probably all over his taint by now.  But he used the phrase that he was at peace.  I don’t know what to make of that.  I hope he’s not suicidal or anything.  I mean, despite everything, I wouldn’t want him to hurt himself.

Anyway, that’s that.  I’ll see how it goes from here. 

I just want to highlight these two thoughts from Nick after being rutted by an Alpha God for the first time:

“He thanked me” and he said “he was at peace.”

This is what an Alpha does for a faggot when he uses it aggressively, almost violently, and breeds it deeply. An Alpha’s rut obliterates any false pretenses of Manhood and forces the faggot to embrace its truth. Its purpose.

What Alpha Eric did to his former friend Nick is the same thing Alphas have done to subjugate faggots since the beginning of time. It is the ultimate power one Man has over other, lesser males.

So now Alpha Eric has completed the transformation of his friend through the power of his cock and the force of his rut. He has given permission to Nick to be the thing nature intended him to be all along.

And by breeding Nick’s pussy, Alpha Eric has taken ownership of his former friend!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This is a thread following an extraordinary 21-year-old straight Alpha named Eric and the enslavement of his friend Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is part one of a three-part series of articles.

Every so often a bombshell goes off on this site. I occasionally receive a developing story so hot and so emotionally-charged that everything else stops and I focus entirely on investigation and coaching.

Such is the case with a straight Alpha named Eric.

About a week ago I received this email to fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com:

I’m 21, straight, seeing a nice girl, and just your typical Yankee dude in northern NH.  Three weeks ago my best friend Nick told me he had feelings, was attracted to me, wanted to suck my dick, etc.  I swear I think he was high because it came out as stupid as it sounds.

I grew up with this guy.  I’ve got brothers and I’m closer to him than I am them.  We were just a couple of hellions.  I swear I had no idea.  If he had told me he was gay it wouldn’t have changed anything.  I don’t know what to do now.  We haven’t spoken since. 

In October he asked me if I had ever been with a guy.  I told him the truth that I had my dick sucked a few times by guys. I’m not ashamed.  My girl knows that and she wasn’t even surprised.  I like attention.

I feel the same way as if he had died.  I don’t know how I can hang out with him again.  Gay dudes have a pretty shitty life here tho but not because of the people (people here don’t give a shit if you’re gay).  But if they can’t move away they just end up on meth and working shitty jobs.  

My Mom told me that Nick’s Mom had been worried about him lately.  That makes me think he’s using something or he’s depressed over what happened (or both). She wants me to talk to him.  I care but it’s kind of hard to see him the same way right now. 

Any ideas?

Can you hear the pain in this young Alpha’s words? The struggle he was having over this revelation from his closest ally in life?

The empathy expressed by Alpha Eric moved me deeply. It’s RARE to hear a straight Alpha speak in such a compassionate way about any faggot, let alone a faggot that has shocked and disappointed him the way Nick did here.

So I knew I needed to help Alpha Eric understand what was going on. I immediately wrote him back with these words:

Sir,
Thank you for your touching and insightful letter! You are obviously an Alpha with some depth of character.

You must understand this about your friend Nick: he was born a faggot. He can’t help the fact that he is born to serve Men like you, Alphas. It’s a basic truth about Males known as Hierarchy. Some Men like you are Alpha and born to lead, to rule.

Others like Nick or me are born faggots. We are born to serve Men.

Nick means you no harm, Sir. He just wants to be your property, to be owned by you, and to serve you and make your life better. 

On my site I have countless true stories of straight Alphas who discovered faggot service and eventually came to own faggots of their own. One straight college Alpha in Toronto tried faggots in the fall of 2019, and now he owns four live-in faggots that serve him!

Your faggot Nick simply wants to make you happy. It’s heartbroken because it feels ashamed due to your rejection.

I will say that you’ll need to let go of the friendship part of your relationship. To an Alpha like you, Nick must become like a faithful dog. Like property you own and use.

All of this is perfectly natural. If you think about it, this might make deep internal sense. As a King, you need servants, right? Faggots are those servants.

Trust me, you will be fulfilling this faggot’s purpose on Earth by taking ownership of him and using him however you need.

I really hope some of what I’ve said reaches your heart, Sir. I trust in your judgment. Please feel free to ask any questions or contact me with updates.

Sincerely,
sam the faggot

Then came that awkward period of silence. I worried that I overdid it. But I just really wanted to hammer home this crux of this issue while I still had his attention. I hoped that, if nothing else, he would at least have the information in his mind so that it might marinate for a while inside of him.

But, to my surprise, Alpha Eric responded quickly.

I decided to call him up.  We met up at a lake and talked in my truck a while.  I can’t even look at him.  That’s not the Nick I knew.  It didn’t end good or bad.  We split because we were both at work.

I probably could use him sexually but I have enough complications.  I have a kid on the way with my girlfriend.  I don’t want Nick coming around and getting in my business.  Everything’s nice and tidy right now.  I’m not ruling out, but I have to make sure he’s stable.  I’m looking forward to my own family.

Plus, I already have a faggot who is taking good care of me: my girl’s brother.  I went over to pick her up a couple years ago and she wasn’t home.  He invited me in and had me sit in the best chair in the living room.  It didn’t take much to get him on his knees.  I started fucking him over a year ago. This has been going on for 2 years now.  Before I moved in with my girl sometimes I could nut in both of them in the same day.  

I stole both of them too.  My girl left her ex for me.  Her brother tried to date a guy but kept coming back.  I was an asshole and would fuck the shit out of him and use him hard.  I made him jerk off until he nut too.  Then I’d send him back to his boyfriend nice and ruined.

Anyway, I’m just starting to brag now.  We’ll see about Nick, seriously.  But I’m still grieving a little.

HOLY FUCK!! I didn’t see that coming AT ALL. He’s fucking his girlfriend’s brother!!

I ripped off this email in response:

Master, 

OMG! Why didn’t you explain this to me!?! I wouldn’t have wasted time trying to explain faggots to you if I knew you already owned a faggot!

That’s really powerful, though. You must be an Apex Alpha to have this sort of command over faggots and females! Also, clearly your seed is quite potent given its effects on females (pregnancy) and the psychological effects it has on faggots. 

Was this brother the first faggot for you? I’m guessing it wasn’t. 
As far as Nick, he just wants to serve you, Master. He’s no different than your girlfriend’s brother. 

Don’t mourn for your former friend. The very best thing you can do is take ownership of him and become his Master. He will become what he was born to be, and you will ascend to Godhood – what you were born to be!

You have handled this in a spectacular way, Master, and I am very impressed. You are incredibly wise and mature. 

Now see beyond your initial emotions on the subject and look at the truth there. Your former friendship was built on a false front constructed by Nick so he could be close to you. 

When, in reality, he belongs kneeling at your feet. 

That reality can now happen the way Nature intended. 

Thank you so much for writing back, Master. I hope my words inspire you to take action eventually!
Yours, 
sam the faggot

In response to that email, Alpha Eric wrote back to tell me how he knew a faggot when he was a teenager who taught him about masturbation and also gave Alpha Eric his first blowjob. I won’t reproduce the entire email here because it contains a lot of family history stuff.

The point is this: Alpha Eric understands the purpose of faggots quite well. And, more importantly, he knows what needs to happen but is afraid of what he knows must be the result.

To this gorgeous and very personal email I responded:

Master,

Beautifully written and expressed perfectly. Thank you.

You have enough experience as an Alpha and a user of faggots to understand this simple truth: Nothing about what you shared with Nick in the past was fake or invalid. It was all real.

Nick hasn’t died, so there’s no reason to mourn.

You know exactly what Ncik is because you’ve used faggots. There’s no loss here.

What you lose as a friend you gain as a servant. Nick becomes more than a friend … he becomes YOURS. Your property. 

And through this, you both become fulfilled. Through faggot ownership, Alphas ascend to a new level of psychological and spiritual power. You go BEYOND the barriers that constrain other inferior males.

And by becoming your faggot, Nick will finally be fulfilled. What a gift that would be that you could give to him, Master! You would give him the chance to actually BE FREE and be what he was born to be!

By rejecting him, you only lock him back in that cage of fear once more. I know you care about him too much to do that to him.

Imagine the first time you put him on his knees and put your dick in his mouth. You look down at him and you see the wonder in his eyes as he sucks your cock. 

And after you feed him your load and he breathlessly thanks you, you tussle his hair and say “good boy” or “good faggot.”

And the former friendship changes into one of a satisfied Master and his grateful faggot. Like a Man and his faithful dog.

It’s just a different form, Master.

You have the power and control to bridge the gulf that exists now. I know deep down you feel that primal Alpha urge to take possession. Don’t resist it, Master.

Fulfill Nate. Fulfill yourself.

yours,
sam the faggot

Did my words move Alpha Eric to take action? What happened next? Stay tuned for PART TWO!

This thread follows Master Louis, a wise Alpha owner of faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

There’s a cadre of stupendous Alphas with whom I’ve communicated over the years and never discussed publicly on this site. In some ways these Men are a secret weapon on this site because they keep me grounded and focused on the true function of this site. They’re the Watchers, the invisible Alphas mentoring me in private. I treasure them.

One such Alpha is Master Louis. I met him online a couple of years ago and struck up a very nice rapport over that time. He always gives me bits of Alpha wisdom that I take to my heart. He’s also quite dominant, which makes my little fag heart flutter every time we speak.

I know Master Louis has been hungry to own a new faggot, but this year has been bad for that. So I was encouraged to hear that he had found a young, trainable faggot near him.

Prior to meeting Master Louis gave his new faggot Owen a strict rule: it was not to touch its (uncaged) clit or masturbate at all.

Well, little Owen made the mistake of opening up this site … and after reading the stories here and playing with itself the faggot ejaculated.

I’ll give Owen credit: it told the truth to its new Master. Master Louis was displeased, naturally, and decided the fag needed to be punished. Part of that punishment involved Owen confessing its crime to me (what am I? A priest??) in a three-way chat and figuring out an appropriate punishment.

Owen dutifully wrote to me of the experience:

As i worked into the wee hours last night, i found my faggot mind, excited about recently entering the ownership of My Master, curious what the internet says about Master / fag dynamics. Inspired and horny, i read through fagsworshipalphas.com. Even though i knew i shouldn’t and Master would be upset, i began rubbing my faggot clit. The advice, stories, photos, and videos on the site were too much for me to withstand and i ejaculated in my pants. I resolved to inform My Master the following morning.

Master had arranged for a short meet / use at His place around lunch time. Having just learned that His fag disobeyed him, Master was going to have to punish me. I knew He would, but did not know how, save for it might involve the dildo i was instructed to bring.

When i arrived, i received instructions to strip (all but my jock) and assume the bitch pose, which Master had recently taught me. Eagerly i did, presenting my pussy for Sir. I heard His footsteps approach, and made sure my back was arched as He taught me. He inspected my hole and said something like “I can’t believe you disobeyed me, faggot.”

My punishment was uncomfortable, but i understood why He made me do it. I had to kneel on a shoe tray, the kind with ridges that dug into my knees, while demonstrating my throat progress on the dildo suctioned to a floor to ceiling mirror. Sir sat and watched me go deep as possible, licking the silicon balls at the deepest point. At times He would push my head even deeper down on the dildo, telling me to look into my own eyes in the mirror and know I’m a faggot. It was gruelling, but i enjoyed satisfying Him in that way.

He instructed me to get off the shoe tray and kneel before Him, and asked if I would touch my clit again. “No, Sir,” I said through teary eyes and drool soaked lips. He had me do bitch position and places a foot on my face.

At his request, i repeated, “i won’t touch my clit again.”

Then, He allowed me to service His Cock with my throat, commanding the long, deep strokes He loves. I obliged happily best i could, drool running all over. Kind and rewarding as He is, He allowed me to swallow His Load. He came right at the back of my mouth, and told me to hold it in my mouth and say “Thank you” which i did. Then he gave me permission to swallow. As time was nearly up, i obeyed Sir’s command to clean up, clothes on, and leave. We conferred electronically from there, sharing thoughts and gratitude on the experience. I will definitely be going back for more, thank you, Master!

First of all, fag Owen is an excellent and expressive writer, which I love. But, more importantly, Owen has the correct mindset. A faggot’s outlook is directly tied to its success in general. A faggot’s life isn’t easy. A positive, humble, and respectful attitude will carry a true faggot through the tough times. Owen has that already.

But I also got to witness Master Louis in action as an owner, and I came away with an even deeper respect for him. He’s thoughtful and compassionate with his faggots, always seeking the training that will improve the faggot the most.

When an Alpha finds the right faggot, magic happens. Those ancient Hierarchical laws forged into the DNA of all males takes over, and fulfillment is the result.

I commend Master Louis and his new faggot Owen for finding that fulfillment, too!

This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s hard to serve a straight Alpha. Eventually, they will fall in love with a girl and leave many parts of their past life behind. Friends that aren’t convenient, sporting activities that take up time, etc. Almost always the first things to go are the whores and, more specifically, their faggots.

I remember when my first Alpha (who was straight) fell in love with a girl. Suddenly there was no time to feed me anymore. The phone calls dried up. There were awkward glances between us when we’d see each other socially. I occasionally forced myself into his life; we had a couple of early morning screaming matches that always left me in tears. It was an ugly end to what was just the beginning of my new purpose.

And I was almost 19 years old! Imagine what poor little Michael experienced when his Master Bob did the same thing!

Here’s Michael’s story about the end:

After a few years of regular service to Alpha Bob He started dating a regular girlfriend.  In my experience, this had heretofore resulted in the end of previous arrangements with other Alphas.  One evening after dinner, which was always at 6:30 in our house, the phone rang.  Like most families in the days before personal cell phones, the youngest always scrambles to answer the phone out of sheer nosiness about who is calling and it was Bob.  He said He wanted to talk to me at His house.  When i arrived He seemed to be home alone and took me into His bedroom, which He also shared with His older brother Scott.  Scott had the same build as Bob, but Scott had black hair.  

Bob told me to sit on the side of His bed.  As usual, i had questions about what we were doing and Alpha Bob said, “Just sit and wait.  We can’t mess around yet because Scott is in the shower getting ready to go out.  After He leaves we can mess around.”  Then He left the room and went to the basement.  I heard the shower stop and about 3 minutes later a wet-haired Scott walked in with a towel wrapped around His narrow waist.  Nothing was said.  I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the dresser.  Scott stood with His back to me facing the dresser, reaching in a drawer and pulling out a pair of white briefs which He slowly placed on top of the dresser.  He seemed to hesitate and then turned around to face me while dropping the towel.

There i sat face to face with a very large Alpha cock staring me in the face.  Long, thick, cut, and with a dark bush of pubes around the base.  His balls hung loose and free in the warmth of His freshly scrubbed scrotum.  Scott just stood there and i just stared with my mouth slightly open.  All He said was, “Well?”  I knew what was to be done and leaned forward to suck yet another big teen cock.  His right hand settled on the top of my fag head and He guided my strokes until He nutted.  That fast He turned away and said, “Go downstairs.  Bob is waiting.”  I was up off the bed and out the door like a shot.  

When i found Bob sitting in the rumpus room in the basement He was sullen.  No tv was on.  He was just staring a bit flush.  He said, “Did you do it?”  I said, “Yes.”  He replied, “Ok.”  I was left to figure out what happened on my own, but to this day I believe older Alpha prevailed upon younger Alpha to share the fag and i also suspect there were some unpleasant exchanges over it.  Kind of like when a friend asks to borrow your car and you think that is a bit too much to ask, but get pressured to give in.  He seemed to feel ill used and put upon.  For the next two hours He fucked me all over that house.  He fucked me in His shared room with Scott, the living room, the garage, and once it was dark enough out He took me in the back yard and planted His seed under the stars.  It felt very much like He was reasserting ownership of His fag.  Interestingly, once seemed to have been enough for Scott.  He never asked for any other favors and acted normal if distant around me the few times we encountered each other after that.  

There were other instances of sharing as well.  One involved a pool match in His basement.  Master Bob told me to come over one summer mid-morning.  His house was empty of family.  When i knocked He let me in and told me to go downstairs.  As i got to the basement with Bob right behind me i saw another guy standing at the pool table with a cue in His hand.  

We were not introduced and i did not recognize Him.  He was older but had that look where He could have been 16 or 25.  He wore jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers.  Over the next hour or so i was used in the following ways:  Stripped naked and gave head to both of them, but they did not cum.  A pool cue was unscrewed and the blunt end was inserted in my pussy while i knelt on the table to the great mirth of the unknown Alpha.  The guy kept saying i can’t believe he lets you do this! Bob said, “he LIKES it!”  The “fun” culminated with them playing a game of pool to see who got to fuck me first.   I just remember wishing they would finish the game and get to it because the pool cue was not comfortable and i had to stand against a column with the threaded end of the cue wedged on the floor and not move.

While standing there Bob’s mom pulled into the driveway.  The race was on to get dressed and look natural before that woman made it from the driveway and into the house!  Since i was the only naked person at that moment i ran into the bathroom with my clothes and came out dressed.  The other Alpha had left and Bob just said, “Let’s finish the pool game.”  We did and then He told me to go home.  It was a long time before He called me again. 

More girlfriend, less fag.  We were at a point where His random calls for service were becoming less frequent and my need for Cock was growing stronger.  I needed dick and began approaching my friends to feel out their proclivities.  Which of my peers might be open to some fun.  I had two or three closer friends and i started with them.  Carl was a Catholic boy and attended a parochial school (St. Joseph’s) and Mark was a Methodist and he attended the same 5th grade class as me at Northside Elem School.  Carl was a swimmer, tanned and had blonde hair.  All summer long he smelled like chlorine…lol.  Mark was also fair-skinned but with brown wavy hair.  Carl was as much a horn dog as i was and we had great mutual fun.  Unfortunately, his family moved away a few months after we started playing around.  

Mark was the best friend i had mentioned in an earlier piece.  A few years after his original condemnation of my slut nature he was on the cusp of puberty.  We started the normal playing around trying to reach those dry orgasms together.  Then one day he asked me what i did with Bob. Considering we both had our pants down and were stroking each other’s boners i felt safe to tell him.  “You suck him?”  I said yes and he asked what that was like.  I told him i liked doing it a lot.  He looked slightly troubled by that information, but seemed to quickly recover.  He dropped back on his elbows and said, “Suck me then.”  This continued for several years and to his credit Mark stayed a fast friend continuing all the mutual hobbies together, vacations, church camps, etc until we graduated high school.  He did stop letting me blow him during times when he had a girlfriend.  

But Alpha Bob was not entirely out of the picture.  Our meetings were infrequent, but building in intensity as i think He grew more and more to realize His dominance and my fag nature. Each time He seemed to be testing the limits He could push me to. This may seem ridiculous and obvious to anyone reading this now, but i was experiencing it in real-time and without the benefit of hindsight.  The pool game was an example of this.  Other examples included increasing His verbal degradation of me during sex.  Forbidding me to wear underwear. Presenting me with a jock strap altered into a thong (it didn’t last long as He made it with regular cotton thread and it came apart), and making me blow Him for hours but not cumming.  My jaws were exhausted, my throat was raw and my knees were screaming by the time He fed me.  

By our last session He was not using lube to fuck me and was inserting objects in my pussy. One that comes to mind was a bundle of popsicle sticks (i don’t know how many) He put It in like a poorly designed butt plug and left them there while i sucked His cock.  They were inserted dry so they stayed in place.  When He thought He heard a car door He knelt on the sofa to look out the window.  False alarm, but our change of positions resulted in His butt being level with my face. The visual when He glanced back must have inspired Him. “Kiss my ass faggot”.  I kissed His right cheek and then His left. “No.  Kiss my ASS!”  You see where this was going. i definitely failed another test of manhood here when after some pleading for a reprieve that fell on deaf ears, i tasted His Alpha asshole.  He loved it and after a few licks so did i.  By this time i was about 12.  i could be described as a seasoned fag willing to do anything for an Alpha.  

Bob did some nice things for me over the years. First of course was allowing me to serve Him. But he also protected me. For example when i attended my first football practice in 7th grade He was on the HS team and showed up as a student athlete to help the Jr. High coaches.  All beginning athletes are worried about older kids picking on or hazing them.  The day before He saw me in our neighborhood and asked if i was worried. i acknowledged i was a little anxious. He told me to not worry, He would not let anyone mess with me.  Sure enough the first day there were bullies circulating those unattended moments looking for smaller boys to harass.  Just as they got to me Bob popped up and just said, “Leave him alone, he’s cool.”  The bullies moved on and i was spared.  

Bob eventually knocked up His girlfriend, got married and the last time i saw Him was in a food court at the mall wife and baby in tow.  We locked eyes, i looked away to respect His situation and left the area so He could relax. No one wants their fag around during family time.  Lol

What a bittersweet ending!

I was so impressed that Michael, handling all of this at an age much younger than I was, dealt with the loss of his first Master in such a matter-of-fact way.

Ultimately Michael went on to have a prolific career as a faggot for multiple Masters, and now enjoys his days in service to his King. So don’t weep for him, or even over his lost childhood. What he experienced has carried him through a joyful life!

This thread follows the story of the development of Michael, a faggot who was introduced to serving Alphas at the age of 8 years old. CLICK HERE to follow all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Every faggot remembers their first true Master. It’s the moment the faggot makes reality what was once just hot fetish role play. It’s a rather shocking life development, probably the most significant change a faggot will ever undergo. It’s a bit like jumping from a sauna into an ice-cold lake.

Now imagine you’re eight-years-old and handling it!

That’s exactly what happened to Michael the faggot 55 years ago!

I’ll let my eloquent brother tell it:

The older teen next door was Bob. Another true Alpha Male. I think my brothers clued Him in on my pussy status and that after two years of service to their cocks I had not told on them to anyone. I was safe and reliable.

So the April I turned 8 I was home alone right after school. I always had a 1 1/2 hour window of time after school when i was unattended. This day there was a knock on the front door. I answered it and it was Bob. I knew Him and He was always friendly. I thought He was there to see my brothers but they were both at sports practices. He said, ‘I am here to see you buddy.” My heart skipped a beat; buddy was a trigger word for my fag side to come out and play. Did Bob know this? He walked right in and I was really confused. Then He started up the stairs to my bedroom and plopped down on my bed. I had followed Him up there and now stood in the middle of the room looking at this 6’ tall lean muscled strawberry blonde Man on my bed. I also was staring at his very noticeable bulge.

He told me to sit on the bed with Him and scooted over to make room. I complied and he said, “I know you want to see my dick. Don’t deny it. I see you looking all the time!” That was probably true as I had become very interested in watching Men’s crotches. Then He said I will do you a favor and let you look at it, but you have to take it out of my pants yourself. After some debate I finally reached out and undid His belt and unbuttoned his 501 Jeans. He wore white briefs under the jeans and He told me to lift the waist band and pull everything down to His knees. When I did it revealed an 8” masterpiece of circumsized cock. It was rock hard, ramrod straight and surrounded by blonde pubic hair. I knew what to do. I asked if i could stroke it and He nodded His Alpha head. I started stroking it and clear pearls of goo started to form on his piss slit.

Bob told me that goo appeared because i was making Him feel good. He told me to taste it by touching my tongue to the head of his cock. It took some cajoling to get me to do it , but my 8 year old fag self leaned forward and licked hard from the underside of the head up and over the piss slit and down the back side getting a tongue full of the precum. It was good and i told Him so. He then demanded that I suck His cock. He used just the right tone to get my mouth moving on His big dick. Bob was very different than my two brothers. Bob told me what to do and I just knew to obey Him. I put His large cock head in my mouth and He immediately put His hand on my head and started controlling my movements….how deep, how fast. I gagged a lot. As time progressed He would train that gag reflex out of me, but for now each thrust in delivered a serious gag from me. Finally He took me into my bathroom and made me kneel at the commode. The blow job was started all over again with him face fucking me real hard, but the toilet was right there in case I puked. I did not, but His penis did. It shot cock snot straight into my unsuspecting mouth and filled my mouth with the musty salty flavor. I immediately rebelled and started to spit His sperm out into the toilet. Then He struck a blow, hard to the left side of my face with His strong hand. The slap knocked me to the floor along the side of the commode. He was livid that I had spat part of His load out. He dragged me up and got in my face. “Don’t you ever disrespect a Man like that faggot!” “From now on you swallow whatever Men put in your faggot mouth.” I have never violated that order to this day.

But Bob wasn’t satisfied with only using Michael’s mouth. He also wanted to take Michael’s virginity.

The second lesson would begin the following week. Weekdays were best as they insured a solid hour and a half of privacy. We had developed other locations over the weeks. His parents had a basement with a pool table and i blew Alpha Bob a lot in a corner of the basement that allowed enough reaction time if a parent or sibling came down. I was quite dedicated to my duties as cock sucker too.

I can’t recall exactly the day, but my sense is it was a Monday after school. Alpha Bob came over. Now he just walked in as the door was never locked and the veil of civility was no longer needed. He came in and went straight to my room where i was waiting. He reminded me we would be doing something new and he had brought a small jar of Vaseline with him. He put that on the table by the bed. He told me to strip naked and lay face down on the bed. He placed a pillow under my hips and tummy and he laid down beside me on the outside edge of the bed. He was also naked. I was curious but not alarmed. I was well past being frightened or timid. He was my owner and i had heard Him defend me to another kid who called me a name.

He was whispering in my ear that i needed to be a good boy for Him and do as he said. While this was going on he retrieved a gob of Vaseline on a couple of His fingers and began lubing my asshole. Now i had an idea of what was in play as my brother John had tried a number of times to gain entry to my butt. I started to express some concern but i was shushed and told to relax and let Him play. H did this for quite a while until He had worked two fingers in and was able to finger fuck me easily and the discomfort was manageable. He said, “You are ready.” He moved to a position on top of my back and said i should relax and “…let me in.”

I felt His dick head pushing and rubbing on my hole, but it seemed He would not be able to slip in. He whispered, “Push out like you are trying to poop.” I pushed and almost instantly His fat cock head breached my sphincter. The screech i emitted could probably have woken the dead (maybe it did!) and i shot out from under Him like a bolt of lightning. He looked shocked at first and then just rested on his elbow and watched as i ran around the room holding my no longer virgin ass. It realistically took about a minute for the ice pick sensation to die down and i had settled on the floor against the far wall. He waited a bit and then, “Did the pain go away yet?” I acknowledged it had and He simply said, “Come back then we have to finish what we started.” Any Alpha boy, any Real Boy, any victim would have told Him to fuck off and left the room or even told on Him. But a faggot in the presence of an Alpha does none of that. I simply got up and walked over to Him and crawled back onto the bed. His smile was radiant and i knew i made the right choice.

This time He put me face up, pillow under hips and mounted me in the traditional missionary position as i willingly spread my fag legs to allow Him access to what i knew He wanted. The fuck went much better on the second try. I pushed out and He slid in until the head of His beautiful cock was lodged in side my sphincter. He began sucking and biting my nipples which helped distract me from the log in my asshole. Then He gradually worked His entire 8” into me and fucked for about ten minutes until He came a huge load into my new cunt. When He pulled out it felt like His cock was still inside me. As my gaping hole started to close up i quickly settled down with a slightly stingy, achy feeling in my butt. He looked at it and said it was all fine, no blood and we could do it again whenever He wanted. He went to the bathroom (i presume to clean His cock off) and then returned to dress. He said, “From now on you should try to shit before I come over.” I stood and started to reach for my clothes, but Bob simply said, “Stay naked until I leave bitch.” So i stood there not knowing what to do and feeling His cum start to leak a little and run down the back of my right thigh. In a second He was dressed. On His way out He stopped in front of me took my face in His hands and said, “You are a pussy boy now.” I had questions, but He was out the door before i could even say a word. I had an identity…fag, cock sucker and now pussy boy. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and for not the last time gave birth to His jelly babies.

My life had changed forever and i knew it. I also knew it was going to be challenging and sexy and sometimes scary.

Yes, things were about to become quite challenging … like when young Master Bob introduced threesomes into their play.

Once i was popped and more orally skilled the content of our sessions varied usually based on time and location. The time part is obvious, the locations varied from my room, His house (basement or bedroom), the woods, His car, a tool shed and even a church. The significant next issue was being used by Him and a friend. In this case the “friend” was my middle brother. You might recall he had been trying to get in my butt over the past year or so prior to Alpha Bob taking over. I had resisted out of panic and a lack of understanding i think. Once popped though it is apparent Alpha Bob shared that tidbit with my brother and the following happened about two or three weeks after my initial cunting.

It was still Spring, warm outside but not yet hot. It was a weekend evening. Parents were “out” somewhere, oldest brother also out. I thought i was alone except for my middle brother, who i shared a bedroom with upstairs. He called out to me telling me to come see him. Fags are obedient and this was no exception. I went upstairs and opened the closed bedroom door.
He was not alone. He sat on his bed along one wall and Alpha Bob was sitting on mine. I stood in the doorway. Alpha Bob said, “Come here.” I was hesitant and He repeated, “Come here.” I asked what He wanted while glancing back and forth between the two. I of course did not know my brother knew about Bob. Alpha Bob said in a tone i had heard before, “Come here and suck my dick fag.” I said, but HE is here, nodding toward my brother. “I don’t care. You need to listen.” My brother chimed in, “Do it.”

Slowly i walked across the small room to Alpha Bob. “Kneel”. I did. “Take it out.” I did. He leaned back on His elbows and said, “Suck it.” I obeyed. If the fag hook had not been set firmly before this, these simple acts of obedience certainly erased any doubt. While i was working on my Owner’s cock there was some type of non-verbal communications going on between the Males in the room. Seconds after throating Bob’s cock He locked His hand behind my head. i could move some but could not come off the cock in my mouth. My brother approached from behind and yanked my shorts and briefs down. What followed was my first spit roast. It didn’t last long. Both Alphas came quick and Alpha Bob was gone. My brother left the room and i assume He was washing the Vaseline and pussy juice off.

To be clear, the sex did not bother me. I was used to sucking cock and being fucked. My Owner’s cock was at least an inch longer and just as thick as my brother’s so it fit. The loss of privacy and anonymity of it did though. I was coming to grips with being a fag, pussy boy but in these times it was a closely guarded thing to know about someone. I really liked sucking Alpha cock and looked forward to it. Butt fucking was still bothersome, but i did what was needed. Big Brother came back and sat on His bed and gave me a talk about never telling anyone what happened and how much trouble we would be in. I swear He seemed scared and more upset than i was. After that, He would ask me to blow Him once in awhile, but that faded away when He got a girlfriend. He never mentioned it again, but also never tried to stop me from serving Alpha Bob or anyone.

From an adult perspective, none of this is easy to read. Michael acknowledged this fact several times (almost apologetically, even), and has waffled about even telling this true story.

But from a Hierarchical perspective, this story is invaluable.

Why? Because Michael’s experience unequivocally demonstrates that Alphahood is something inborn in certain Men. It also shows how Hierarchical roles supersede sexuality or morality.

When Males of any age are grouped together for a period of time away from prying eyes, ANYTHING can happen. Novels like Lord of the Flies express this fact. So do our prison systems.

And so does the account of Michael the faggot.

But the story definitely doesn’t stop there. The next installment involves a training exercise so genius and diabolical that I’m not sure it would’ve been concocted by Men twice (or three times) the age Alpha Bob was at the time.

A few days ago Master Nick contacted me and told me he wanted to cunt Michael, Master Matt’s new faggot. I knew it was coming, but I wasn’t expecting it so soon.

Then Master Nick said, “I’m thinking about giving Alex to Matt to fuck while I’m cunting Michael.”

This presented an interesting wrinkle. Anyone who has been tracking this story might remember how Master Matt essentially raped Alex last fall with one of his legendary power fucks.

The Alphas told the two faggots to meet them at the gym Saturday morning. Full of excitement, the faggots put on spandex shorts (to show off their cages in the gym) and met up with their Masters. Masters Nick and Matt worked out by themselves, leaving the faggots to do whatever faggots do besides work out at a gym. Most guy watching.

“Sam,” texted Michael, “Nick and Matt are both walking around with hard-ons while they work out!”

So the stage was set for the rest of the day!

The four of them went to Master Matt’s condo. When they got inside, the faggots dropped to their knees and began kissing the feet of their Masters while they took off their clothes. Then the Alphas took the faggots into the bedroom. There, they put the faggots side-by-side on the bed, and the fucking began, Master Nick plunging into Michael and Master Matt ramming Alex.

It was not a gentle, romantic fuck session. I found out later that the two Alphas were having a competition between each other to see who would cunt their faggot first. So with bragging rights on the line, both Alphas were mercilessly hammering away at their respective faggots.

But, truth be told, there probably isn’t a Man on the planet who fucks harder than Master Matt, and soon enough Alex was “screaming like a bitch” (Master Nick’s words) from Master Matt’s relentless assault.

SIDE NOTE: Alex claims he cried out for Master Matt to stop, but none of the others heard him say that. I will refer back to this later.

Soon after the screaming started Master Matt felt Alex’s pussy muscles clamp down on the end of his cock and all the familiar traits of cunting occurred. A few seconds later Michael experienced a cunting right alongside his brother.

Then both Alphas shot their loads simultaneously, sealing the deal.

After the faggots cleaned off the cocks of their Masters, the foursome headed to Master Nick’s place. When they arrived, Master Nick’s remaining faggots greeted them on their knees at the door and kissed their feet.

Then Master Matt grabbed Lee and took him into one bedroom to breed him, while Master Nick took Yul and Oliver into his bedroom and bred both of them. While all of this was happening, Michael and Alex began making a dinner of roast chicken with a couple of sides.

After some time of hard fucking, the faggots came out of their respective rooms to join their fag brothers in the kitchen. The Masters, drained beyond belief, both took pre-dinner naps.

But the pause was short-lived.

As dinner cooked, Yul and Ollie snuck into Master Nick’s room. Yul woke him up by licking his balls. Soon, Master Nick was fucking the two faggots once again! Meanwhile, Alex and Lee went in to wake up Master Matt, and they both got fucked again! (You see, Alex went right back to Master Matt for more!)

When dinner was ready everybody came out exhausted and disheveled from their rooms. Masters Matt and Nick were still naked. They sat down at the kitchen table and were served their food. Master Nick ordered the five faggots to eat their dinners kneeling at the coffee table in the other room.

When dinner was finished, Masters Nick and Matt got up and walked into the living room. As they sat down on the sofa, Master Nick said: “Faggots, we’re going to have a worship session. Get to it NOW.”

So all five faggots scampered to their feet and began worshiping them. One faggot per foot, plus an additional faggot on their cocks. The faggots would trade positions like a well-oiled machine, each taking turns serving their cocks.

Eventually they concentrated solely on sucking their cocks and ending (somehow) with cumshots from both of them!

At the end of this exhausting day of faggot breeding, Master Nick simply said “FAGGOTS are the best!”

And Master Matt said, “We feel like Gods!”

Indeed they are!

POSTSCRIPT

Somehow Master Matt awoke this morning with a semi-hard dick and wanted more fag pussy. So he called Master Nick and asked if he could use Alex for the day, and Nick quickly agreed.

So Alex and Michael spent this morning cleaning up Master Matt’s condo while he worked out. And when he returned home, he fucked both of their brains out.

Most PORN STARS can’t fuck like these two young Alpha Kings in Toronto!

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

For every straight Alpha who decides to start using and/or owning faggots, there is usually a moment of truth. It’s the point when the Alpha must decide how open and free he can be with his faggot as part of his everyday life.

Some Apex Alphas have shown the way, boldly and proudly displaying (and even sharing) their faggots with the people in their lives. I’m reminded of the story of slave Tim (I haven’t heard from him in a while …) and his straight Master who regularly parades his faggot in public on a collar and leash. Of course, that’s really pushing the boundaries of society’s acceptable social behavior, but some Alphas simply don’t give a fuck.

Speaking of not giving a fuck, Master Dino almost assuredly falls into that category of Alpha. When Master Dino found a faggot like Jamie that worshiped and served him the way he knew he deserved, he didn’t give a fuck that he is straight or what society might think about his ownership of and marriage to that faggot.

But putting that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude to the test in public can be rough, and ultimately reveals the true emotions that lie beneath an Alpha’s adamantium exterior.

Master Dino shared this revealing anecdote with me, and it was too incredible to not share with his growing legion of faggot worshipers.

faggot, 

My boy convinced me in various ways to listen to your podcast of 11/3. It just loves your site and is constantly wanting me to see something. I admit I am favorably impressed by most of what I’ve seen. My hole is over the moon by what you’ve said about Me/us on it and I am reconsidering the podcast if I could use a device to disguise My voice. I could care less if most of the lemmings out there know I cum in a faggot but in My profession, I must use discretion.

I wanted to impart some info today. I’m not a bodybuilder per se but I do lift and workout twice per week and play basketball with friends at least twice per week.  I probably wouldn’t workout anymore but My bitchboy loves worshiping Daddy when He comes home all sweaty with Man funk (I haven’t used deodorant for over a decade, my boy convinced Me that I wouldn’t regret its request that I not use it and instead just smell like a Man) and it also loves My Badboy persona to which lifting adds a great deal.

Yes, I/we have had a rough life, it’s true. Let me tell you something about a situation that jamie and I had years ago. About 4 nights ago, the reminiscing we’ve done for your nervous questions jogged both our memories. I had taken the cunt for My own about 3 months before and as deep as I was in this new, GOOD fucking pussy I was still taking baby steps in the ‘living life’ part of owning it. I decided to see if it could ‘pass’ in My world (Which is NOT the dangerous place it used to be but is still no goddamn nature walk either). Three stupid motherfuckers tried to double-cross this Alpha Male in a deal. This was beyond ignorant because they KNEW Me. One started waving a knife around and the other made the SUPREME mistake of pointing a piece at My boy. I only remember My mind flashing the words ‘No fucking punk is gonna threaten My new cumhole’ and I felt a tightness in My chest and in My nuts which I would remember later as the 1st real stirrings in Me for My faggot beyond normal satisfaction.

Anyway, I saw this fucking scumbag was gonna shoot my boy and I lunged in front of him and was grazed,  well the bullet hit a rib, traveled on it around my side and popped out the back.  In all it created a 10-inch scar but they thought they’d hurt Me. I had the advantage. I have no idea exactly what happened next but my next memory is seeing the ‘men’ in a pile. (They were still breathing sam don’t have a breakdown) Evidently, they had tried to stab My boy and had put about an inch long slice on his chest when, babyboy says, I leaped to My feet, beat them down and threw the gun out a window. I picked My bitch up and carried it out (I know it hasn’t been stated but My bitch is exactly My height but not muscular. Still, it is not a dainty faggot.  Lol)

But, back to the story. Boy drove home, begging Me to go to a doctor. Back then My faggot didn’t have a real sense as to what My life was. One couldn’t if one didn’t experience it. Back home, boy was trembling like a, well,  like a faggot when I gathered the appropriate equipment and commanded it to sew up the bullet hole on my side. (It was fine. I made sure it had only a minor cut before I had it turn its sewing talents on their ear and stitch up its Man) It was pale as fuck as it wordlessly did as told. When it finished I checked its work and I smiled at my sweet faggot boy. I said, ‘Good boy’ and upon hearing I was pleased it hit the floor, passed out cold. Hahaha! 

Later on, it told Me that when it saw Me take that bullet protecting it that it KNEW I loved it. I must say I felt much the same when My boy completed My demands and waited until it knew I was satisfied before My pussyboy fainted. After that I was pretty sure this faggot could handle being My possession.

(BTW, upon waking the dudes I beat the fuck out of I found the money they’d tried to take from Me was in MY pocket, along with everything of value that they’d been carrying-including their wallets with all their personal information.)

Now, life no longer contains such incidents and I didn’t take jamie to work with Me after that. That one time told Me everything I needed to know about boy’s handling of a crisis and being able to handle ALL aspects of My life.  My faggot is a tower of jelly when it comes to My power but has a steel core when confronted by the world and can handle quite a lot as long as it knows it belongs to Me. It says it can endure anything as long as it is MY cumhole and I believe it.  I’ve said it before, I’m glad I cunted this faggot.

I hope you enjoyed this piece of Mine and My cumwhore’s love story. Isn’t it interesting that this incident is when we both realized our deepening love for the other? Life is NOT a dull thing, especially when one is a God. Hahahahahaha 

Keep up the good work. Fuck you faggot.   

Not exactly the love story from Titanic, obviously, but I’m sure there are Alphas who can relate to Master Dino’s feeling of protectiveness just as much faggots can relate to that feeling of gratitude Jamie felt when being rescued by the Superman who owns it.

Stories like this one help to reinforce my original argument that Master Dino is a blend of both types of Alpha, Protector and Destroyer. He might be the perfect blend.

My cunt puckered with excitement just a little (re: a lot) when Master Dino suggested that he’s thinking about coming onto the podcast. I can only imagine what it might be like to cram his massive personality into a podcast episode! Keep stroking his ego in the comments, and maybe that magical event could become a reality!

Meanwhile, I feel blessed every time he shares with me his thoughts in an email. I hope you faggots out there feel the same!

This thread follows Chris as he discovers his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all of his posts in chronological order!

Even now I’m surprised at how quickly straight Alphas take to using faggots. Once they try it, they often go on a tear where they fuck EVERY faggot they can get their hands on. They’re like a starving Man who suddenly comes upon a banquet table full of food. In some respects, straight Men ARE starving … starving for the freedom to fully express their animal side. Faggots give them that hunting ground they desperately crave.

Alpha Chris is a prime example of this. He’s a dominant Alpha who spent far too much time hunting females and not finding complete satisfaction. Then he stumbled across me, and I was blessed to help him discover fag worship. His story has been so satisfying to cover, and it’s really just beginning.

He sent me a new follow-up that continues where his last email ended. And it’s a doozy:

So a few updates!

The friend that came over to watch the Lakers game…yeah we did way more than that lol. 

I had prepared us some game food and all that. But I also made sure to keep condoms nearby the couch in the living room where we were. Because I fully intended to fuck him. I mean I guess I wouldn’t have if he didn’t want to of course, I’m not a rapist.

Anyway, he came over and we milled around a bit, catching up, there was some slight awkwardness. But once we sat down on the couch that went away. I could tell he was nervous. But I was getting really fucking turned on as my own thoughts were wandering about what I wanted to do to him.

So the game was on but within the first 10 minutes of the game, I had pulled my cock out of my shorts. He perked up and looked at me and I nodded down to my cock. He dropped down onto the floor onto his knees and slid between mine. He quickly got to it! Slobbering all over my cock, deepthroating me. It felt fucking amazing. I grabbed him by his hair and made sure that he kept my cock in his mouth just how I wanted it and helped guide his head as I fucked his throat.

He kept trying to get out a muffled “your cock tastes so good” “fuck my mouth faster” and so on. At one point I slipped and called him a faggot! I got a bit nervous because 1. he’s my friend and 2. I didn’t want to use a slur against my friend. I’m still learning to be okay using it in general! and 3. it’s a word he DESPISES and rightly so!

However, the strangest thing then happened. After I called him a faggot, he moaned and undid his pants, pulling his little cock out and started stroking it. His sucking got more intense. So I said it again, “Keep sucking my dick, faggot. That’s right, be a good little slut for me.”

After a bit, I looked down at him and told him I was going to fuck him, which I don’t think he knew was part of the plan lol. He paused for a bit and during his silence, I grabbed a condom and threw it on my cock. He was clearly nervous and asked me if I was sure that I wanted to do that. I didn’t even bother to respond, I just pushed him down on the floor onto his back and quickly pulled his pants the rest off the way off of him. I pushed my cock slowly inside of him at first and he squealed. I’m fairly modest and don’t like to say I have a BIG dick. Most people who say that really don’t or aren’t believed anyway. But I’m not small, especially not in girth. So I’m sure there was a bit of pain with me shoving my cock inside of him.

But he took it well lol. Once I was in, it was over. I fucked that little hole as hard and fast as I could. His legs went over my shoulders and his hand was pumping up and down on his little cock. I thought I’d try to help him out and at one point, when his hands were gripping my arms instead, I went to rub his dick but he seemed to panic at that and grabbed himself again instead. So I think it’s what you recently said about fags not wanting the top (or Alpha) to touch them? But he was fine touching himself. Idk. Maybe I didn’t do it right, who knows.

Anyway, I fucked him deep and at one point I thrust really far in and his body tensed and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. So I think I may have cunted him! Because it was a new level and he made noises I’ve never heard anyone make and when I did that he came all over his chest. He was all mine and I pounded that ass into the floor lol.

After I came, I pulled out and took the condom off. He was laying there, practically limp on the floor. I opened up his mouth by pulling down on his chin with my thumb and pushed my cock into his mouth for him to clean it off. He (suckled if that’s the right word?) gently sucked on it until I went soft.

Once we both got our clothes back on, we watched some more of the game but he was cuddled up to me like a damn puppy or a kitten lol. Two more times he made me cum that night. Towards the end of the 3rd quarter, his head was in my lap and I was fucking his throat as I watched the game. His gagging and the Lakers dominating had my testosterone ALL the way up I guess lol. Because I started getting more aggressive in how I was fucking his throat, keeping him down longer on my cock, saying things like “that’s right, gag on my cock faggot. Your throat belongs to me now, bitch” and I slapped his face a few times when he tried to come up before I was ready for him too.

With each slap he moaned and went back to work though so I know I didn’t cross any lines.

After the game was over I took him over to the kitchen table, bent him over, and fucked him again. He was very surprised by my endurance lol.

While he was bent over the table, I used his own belt around his neck for some breathplay and better control. I don’t recommend anyone doing that that isn’t experienced though as an FYI. I think too many videos that I see of people using breathplay are using it very dangerously and they can seriously damage a person’s windpipe! Just as my own personal PSA. Even more experienced people like me can make a mistake. But these people do it because it’s “hardcore” and makes for hotter sex. Well, the sex isn’t going to be too hot if your partner’s dead lol.

Anyway, I digress. I choked him well and that practically took me over the edge in an instant.

He then left. So that was last Sunday. He has come over twice since then and I fucked him how I pleased both times. I told him about the stuff that I’ve looked at for the past few years about Alphas and faggots and he said he’s heard of the concept. He said he didn’t know how he felt about being labeled as “my faggot” but that didn’t stop me from literally a minute later having my cock down his throat and telling him to be a good faggot for me and do as his master says. To which he obliged. Something in me took it as a challenge. So…lol I think that’s been settled?
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Then Jake! The fag from the gym. I’ve also fucked him twice since last week. Once at the gym and once at my place.

At the gym, we fucked in the bathroom stall again much to the same effect as last time. Someone had walked into the bathroom while we were fucking though lol. I think the person was curious because they definitely lingered. There was no mistaking the sounds of my grunting, Jake’s moaning, and the sounds of sex itself. I was almost tempted to leave the stall and ask whomever was lingering if they wanted to join in lol. But of course I didn’t. I kept on doing as I pleased. Jake tried to say something about “I think someone’s listening” but I just threw my hand over his mouth, told him to shut up unless it was to moan for me or call me sir, and fucked him harder. So the person DEFINITELY heard that if they really did stay around lol.

He was over my place two days ago and I had him lick my asshole. I’ve never had someone do that to me before. But it felt great! At first he was just giving me the usual blowjob and moved down to suck on my balls at my command. I then got the idea and grabbed the back of his head by the hair, shifted my hips, and pulled his head down so he’d lick at my asshole. Since that meant his nose was pressed right up against my balls/taint, he moaned and said he loved my scent. Which? I dunno, I don’t think I have one other than whatever cologne I wear and my body wash. I know I definitely don’t stink and I pride myself on that. Even when I sweat and have been working out or fucking, I don’t get any gross smell which is good because some people definitely do. So I’m not sure what scent he was talking about since I asked him later if he meant my cologne and he just said “no, your scent.” So I don’t know. I know you’ve mentioned musk and all that on your site. So maybe that’s what he’s referring to but I don’t smell anything so I’m not sure.

But after he ate my ass, I fucked the life out of him as well. I told him he was my faggot and he nodded excitedly and told me he’d serve me however I wanted. That he wanted me to get out every fantasy I’ve ever had that I haven’t been able to do with my female partners. So that sounds pretty damn exciting to me.
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I haven’t told either of them about the other one. I’m not sure if I should? I mean I don’t view this as a relationship so I don’t think it’s cheating. But, I’m not necessarily sure on how all of this works. So any advice here would be appreciated! Hope you and your readers enjoy the update on my life. I know there may have been a few questions and such throughout this. So I hope I kept my thoughts somewhat organized for you!

Fuck now I’m hard again thinking back on all this, so I may call up my friend for a middle of the night booty call lol. Or I’ll just search your site for some good videos. There’s one in particular that I can’t seem to find anymore or on any other websites. It was a tumblr video so maybe it was lost to the purging over the last couple of years. But it was a video of a skinny twink/fag with blonde highlights in his hair and a top that was off camera. The twink was sucking the top’s cock and the top forced his head down which pissed the twink off and the twink said “I don’t like getting choked out” and the top said “I don’t like having my dick bit” then it cut to them fucking and the top said he was going to cum and asked where the twink wanted his cum “in his ass” or maybe in his mouth? and the twink said “ON my ass preferably” and so the top ignored him and came inside of him and the twink said “I said on” – I described it the best that I could from what I remember. But it was a video that always turned me on lol. So if you or any of your readers know what I’m talking about I would be forever grateful in that being tracked down. But I feel it may go down as one of those good videos that get lost to the internet and memory.

Sorry, I’m rambled on enough! Have a nice night, Sam!

Such an incredible account!

To answer Alpha Chris’ question, it is NOT cheating, obviously. Faggots are property, not lovers. Honestly, it would be a show of power to let the faggots know about each other. I would bring them together for a group worship session. When faggots realize that their Alpha owns other faggots, they tend to work harder to please.

I absolutely love hearing the experiences of straight Alphas like Master Chris. The power and enthusiasm they show is intoxicating. The faggots being bred by him and others are the luckiest in the world, and they’re doing the right thing by submitting. They are the stepping stones that lead these straight Alphas to heights greater than anything ordinary Men can imagine. The life of gods!

I am not a shy faggot; I think I could talk to a trash can for 10 minutes. And I’m pretty fearless, too. More than anything, these two qualities have allowed me to talk more straight Alphas into using me than I can even count.

It happened again two days ago. I ordered a Lyft to take me to a computer store so I could get a new printer. I was standing outside when the newer white Dodge Ram rolled up. So I hobbled inside (I’m still recovering from that staph infection) only to see a young, good-looking black guy behind the wheel.

Uh oh.

So I started talking to him, trying to test him to see if he is Alpha (because my Alpha sense was pinging off the charts). He definitely gave a couple of answers (“I like working for myself because I don’t like being told what to do.”) that confirmed to me he is Alpha.

So then I asked him why he wasn’t a model (he is that good looking).

“Eh, guys that do that I think are like fruit cups,” he muttered to me.

I was a little confused. “Fruit cups, Sir? You mean like faggots?”

“Yeah, exactly,” he replied, “and I ain’t like that. I’m a Top guy.”

I was a bit startled by the bluntness. “A, uh, Top guy Sir?” I stammered,

“Yeah, do you know that term?” he asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“Yes, I do. So you top guys … fuck guys.” I quickly responded.

“Exactly.”

Okay, now we’re cooking.

“Well that’s great Sir. I’m a faggot.” I replied proudly.

“Yeah I know,” he replied confidently.

So as my destination approached we talked about Hierarchy and our places within it. When we arrived, I excitedly asked him if he wanted to exchange numbers. He told me his name is Charles (I put it in my phone as Sir Charles) and that he’d hit me up if he needed service or domestic chores done. I thanked him as I left, and I went inside the store.

So when I got into the store, a salesperson immediately attacked me and took me over to the printers. Suddenly my phone started ringing – it was Sir Charles!

“Hey faggot, I need you to come back out here,” said Sir Charles. “I’m waiting by the front door.”

So I immediately left the salesperson standing there and I went outside to see the truck right by the entrance, boldly blocking the lane. I hopped inside.

“Couldn’t wait Sir?” I asked coyly.

“No, man, I couldn’t.”

“Did the conversation get you excited?” I asked.

“Yeah, it did.”

So Sir Charles drove around until he found a closed bank. He drove to the back and parked, then climbed into the small back seat with me. In one swoop he pulled down his basketball shorts, and there was his fat, semi-hard dick and huge, swollen balls.

I immediately went to work. The back seat was incredibly tight so it was hard to get a good angle, but his dick swelled up quickly in my mouth. IT WAS THICK. I wanted so badly to get it all down my throat, but it simply wouldn’t fit. I would occasionally lick and suck on his big round balls, carefully rubbing my face in his crotch so that I could enjoy his musk (which was fantastic!).

Eventually he needed to cum so he took over stroking his dick so he could cum on my face. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and received some of his sweet cum, which I loved.

Sir Charles drove me back to my place, and we talked more about faggot service. He’s mostly straight, but he likes to use faggots for worship and service sometimes.

“I’ve been looking for a faggot for a little while now,” he said, “and now I’ve got one pretty close to my house.”

When he dropped me off, he said, “Talk to you soon, my friend.”

“You mean, my faggot?” I replied playfully.

“My bitch,” he said more seriously. “You’re my bitch.”

I told this story to an Alpha I’ve been talking to recently, and he laughed. “I think it’s great that you look for chances to talk about Hierarchy with these Alphas you meet.”

What can I say? I’m not afraid to discuss it plainly with Men because it’s the TRUTH. Once they see the truth of it, they act accordingly.

Sometimes like Sir Charles.

This thread follows Chris as he discovers his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all of his posts in chronological order!

So after his first startling encounter with the faggot at the gym, Alpha Chris was obviously hungry for more. Quarantine has been rough on his heterosexual pursuits, and now he’s suddenly discovered a new avenue of pleasure and relief.

It didn’t take long, either:

I went back to the gym and there the fag was, kind of just idling by a few machines. When I walked through the door, he must have been watching because his eyes beamed and I could tell he got an ear-to-ear smile.

We really wasted no time. There were only a handful of people in the gym once again. I headed back to the locker room to put my stuff away and after a minute or so, he was in there with me. I gestured towards the bathroom stalls and we slipped into one of them. I pushed my shorts off of my hips and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down. He took his mask off and instantly opened his mouth for me. I fucked his throat for a little while, getting harder with each soft gagging sound he made. One of his hands had reached up and were massaging my balls and right up behind them. This fag knows what he’s doing!

Eventually I pulled him up to his feet and spun him around to brace him up against the back wall (leaned across the toilet) and spread his legs. Pulled his shorts off of that plump little ass of his. I took out a condom that I had prepped in my pocket, tore open the packaging and threw it on. I leaned down to spit on his little, puckered hole, and this guy (fag I guess I should keep saying?) was already shaking. I’ve never fucked another guy before but holy shit, Sam! As soon as I shoved my cock inside that faggot I nearly came. I didn’t thankfully, but I’m not ashamed to admit that it did something to me. His hands tensed up against the wall and he let out this little whimper and it threw me into a frenzy. I pulled back and thrust in again just to hear that same sound and I did. After that, there was no stopping me.

He let out soft moans of “please” or “sir, wait it’s a lot.” but I silenced him with a hand over his mouth and tightened my grip on his hips and did what I wanted to yesterday. I fucked the life out of this little fag damn near. My sex drive has always been EXTREMELY high. From the moment I hit puberty, I was humping pretty much anything that I could, pillows, stuffed animals, couch cushions, you name it. I felt the need to masturbate several times a day. Still do! To the point where I’ve had to take breaks at work to go jack off in the bathroom or in my car though I work from home at the moment so I’ve just been able to do so whenever I please. It calms down when I have access to easy sex but I haven’t had sex in about 6 or 7 months so…it was well past due. At one point we shifted and I had him up against the side wall instead so he could feel the full weight and presence of me up against his back rather than being bent away from me.
He guided my hand from over his mouth to where he wanted it around his throat and I obliged. Squeezing just enough to make him gasp and release and repeat. I kept my mask on but leaned my head down right up against his ear so he could hear me tell him that I owned his ass now. Which…I don’t know why that came out of me but it did! And it just felt right. So I guess you’re right, I’ve unlocked my Alphahood? I don’t know why I never recognized it as you said. But I guess it’s because I never fully thought too much about the dynamics and thought of this as all being more of a kinky sex dominant/submissive roleplay. Not…an actual thing that took over my brain when he first got my cock down his throat.
Anyway, he let out a soft little “Yes, sir” when I told him his ass belonged to me and I squeezed his throat tighter, commanding him to say it again at the same time I shoved myself all the way inside of him and watched his eyes almost roll in the back of his head and he shouted louder, “Yes, sir!”

After that I can’t really recall much of what happened, it’s almost like I blacked out but in pleasure. I remember pushing his head back up against the stall wall and grunting, thrusting as hard as I could until I came.
We both stood there, his legs shaking barely keeping him upright, my cock still buried inside of him and my weight pressed up against him, me trying to catch my breath. During this bit of huffing and puffing, he muttered, “My name is Jake, but you can call me whatever you want, sir.”

I nodded and told him my name. I pulled out of him and pulled the condom off. He then turned around and dropped down to his knees, licking very tenderly at my cock. His hands were working up my thighs and within a few minutes I was hard again. “I need to taste you again before you go.” Is what he said to me, so I ran my thumb over his lips and then moved my hand to his head, making a fist in his hair and pulled him back onto my cock.
He slurped and sucked perfectly. I think I really have found a fag for me lol. I called him a good boy as I slowly fucked his throat, getting my cock as far in as I could. When I came again, it wasn’t as strong as it was when I was fucking him, but it was still decent and he seemed just as pleased. Slurping it all down.
When we were done, he put his mask back on and we got redressed. We exchanged numbers so I guess we’ll see what happens from here on!

Glad to know that I am an Alpha rather than a Beta that I had assumed! I figured that with all the uncertainty and confusion that meant that I definitely wasn’t an Alpha. Even though I’ve been coming to your site for a few years, some of this stuff still goes over my head if I’m honest. And a lot of it has been skimming or just reading the stories and watching the videos because…well, they’re fucking hot and make me cum like no other.

I’m interested to explore this part of myself though I still don’t know whether to label myself as bi/pan or what. I have a few gay friends that I may try asking (and now looking in hindsight gay guys have ALWAYS flocked to me, even in high school). I’ve never cared and in fact have always welcomed it, I’m welcoming of anyone and enjoy everyone’s company bi, lesbian, straight, gay, trans, black, white, asian, disabled, asexual, nonbinary, whatever. You name it. Also, I was decently popular in high school and if I thought someone was picking on another guy for being gay I’d rough up the bully and they’d usually be left alone after that.

Plus gay guys in particular have always been super fun to be around! Though, I guess if I’ve been an Alpha this whole time then maybe they’ve just recognized that when I didn’t? Regardless, I’ve always had no less than 3 gay guy friends in my life. And…now I’m realizing that all the times I’ve had different ones “joke” to me that they want to try to turn me gay…or that they’d be willing to help me experiment…Sam. I’m an idiot.
As horny as I’ve been all fucking quarantine…I maybe could have had a whole host of ass at the ready for me. I know you can’t see me but I just had to put my head in my hands for a few minutes lol.

What we are witnessing here is the rise of a very powerful and primal straight Alpha. Not a bisexual Alpha or a pansexual Alpha – STRAIGHT ALPHA!

Alpha Chris is using this faggot exactly the way straight Alphas have always used faggots. We reassure Alphas of their sexual power and virility. We assist Alphas through dry spells with females. We do all of the dirty things females are afraid to do, and we do it for as long as the Alpha wants.

None of this changes the Alpha’s sexuality. In fact, it reaffirms it.

This thread chronicles the rise of Alpha Jeremy, a 20-year-old college student who has discovered both his Alphahood and the use of faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

One of the great gifts of running a site like this is the wealth of stories I’ve accumulated about young Alphas coming to understand their powers and how to flex them. It’s now beyond any doubt that Alphahood is something born within certain Men, and even from an early age these Men must exert their will and take the spoils of the world.

My latest evidence of this is an extraordinary 20-year-old Alpha named Jeremy. For him, dominance came early and easily. Before he even understood what it was raging within him, he knew he needed power. It all began in sophomore year of high school.

I’m almost 20. But I have been an alpha for as long as I can remember. Finding your page and YouTube channel has really been feeding my ego, making me even more of a man in some ways.

First time I experienced a faggot’s worship was in my sophomore year of high school, it was wonderful but he wasn’t the type of fag to completely give himself up to an alpha. Finding out about you makes me feel I deserve better.

As time went on, Alpha Jeremy noticed the difference between trying to fuck girls and getting blow jobs from random gays.

And now that I realize there are so many fags that literally beg to serve, I won’t ever have to go through that again. Sometimes, females are harder to get so I enjoyed finding gay people that would just sick my cock easy without having to go through a date and shit like that. Gay people are easier to get blowjobs from. Fags are even easier.

Once in college, Alpha Jeremy would cruise the nearby park, dragging acceptable ones to a secluded area and throat fucking them.

Then, about six months ago Alpha Jeremy met a fellow student who was definitely a faggot. It didn’t take long for Jeremy to get his dick inside this faggot, a slender boy named Pete.

And Pete began expanding Alpha Jeremy’s mind to other forms of pleasure.

One thing I’m starting to get into, is feet worship. Had my fag worship my feet a few days ago. Felt so great to relax and have kisses and licks all over my feet. Such a sign of obedience and submission. He had been begging me for about 2 weeks to worship my feet. He would kneel and ask to worship my feet. So I decided I’d just get it over with. Ended up enjoying it.

Alpha Jeremy also tried an even more taboo fetish – rimjobs.

He’s done everything. Ass licking too … I’m in love with rimjobs!

In the six months that Alpha Jeremy has owned his faggot, he has slowly taken over its life. The faggot now cleans and cooks for him (and then takes care of his owner’s sexual needs).

But for a young dominant Male, even that isn’t enough. Notice what Alpha Jeremy did to exert total control over his faggot:

I actually felt bad when I first started claiming him as my property. He missed his family vacation and I made him come up with a lie. But i came to the conclusion that if it’s gonna be my faggot then it’s my choice if he goes or stays. Knowing my role, I don’t feel bad anymore. And he knows it was better to stay and service me. And it’s kinda funny knowing his family is on vacation while he’s licking my butthole. I would think about that when getting my ass worshipped. And on his birthday 2 months ago, I didn’t go easy on him. I told him it was just another day being a slave. Didn’t even tell it happy birthday.

As Alpha Jeremy’s power grows, he is beginning to truly understand the huge difference between Alpha like himself and the faggots that serve him.

I just think of myself as a God compared to faggots. Fags are the lowest of the low and should be thankful to service me.

I asked Alpha Jeremy what it was about this site that helped him (since he was already using and owning faggots by the time he found FWA), and he gave an interesting answer:

(The site) helped me realize the level of service that I deserve. I showed my fag the site and he agrees with pretty much everything on there. I thought I was on the edge of being extreme before I found your site.

Now I feel like I deserve everything.

Indeed, Alpha Jeremy does … and he most certainly will have it all!!

This thread follows Chris as he discovers his Alphahood. CLICK HERE to read all of his posts in chronological order!

Alphas seem so powerful to us regular people that it’s sometimes hard to remember that some of them do struggle to find and accept their Alphahood. Sometimes the resistance comes from childhood trauma, or maybe a loss of confidence arising from some failure. Whatever the case, it can be a winding road before this discovery becomes clear to an Alpha.

So it has been with a Man named Chris. He’s been a lurking reader of this site for a couple of years, always jacking off to the stories and videos, but never seeing him as an Alpha like the ones I’ve covered.

But he recently wrote to me about an eye-opening experience he had recently that may have forced him to finally acknowledge his true calling as an Alpha. Here’s what he wrote:

Anyway, in my town the gyms have reopened. Albeit with a lot of precautions in place. You must wear a mask, there are shields up, social distancing and everything. Which I’m very thankful for. As I’ve been fairly concerned about contracting anything (which makes this story all the more dumb maybe but…the power of sex is stronger I guess lol). Anyway, since they reopened I’ve been going again the past few weeks. There’s never many people there, despite the decently sized gym. Maybe about 10-15 tops? This time there were about 5 or 6 counting myself.

I’ve always noticed this other guy there (I noticed him pre-pandemic too). We must have similar schedules as 8-9 times out of 10 we’re there are the same time. Though he usually leaves a little earlier than I do. It got to the point where we give a little gym, head nod as a hello but we’ve never spoken.

I’m not a small guy. I’m 6’3 and fairly muscled. But not shredded (especially not after quarantine lol I got a bit of dad bod started). This guy is, maybe about 5’7 or 5’8. So a ways shorter than me. Slim build and your typical “fag” frame I guess. Just to give you an idea of the size difference here.
So during my workout I kept seeing him glance over at me. Which I thought was a bit odd, especially since it was like he was trying to “steal looks.” Whenever I caught him staring, he’d turn away or quickly walk off or pretend he was doing something else. I thought it was weird but also that I was reading into it. At one point, I was on a machine to workout my back muscles and he was at a station across the way working on thigh muscles (his machine: you brace your foot on a pedal of sorts and push backwards and it works out the glutes and thighs). So this machine was really showing off the curve of his ass which I finally started noticing was…rather plump for his frame.

I was fixated and my mind started wandering to your site and well, I got hard. Noticeably so. I threw my towel over my lap and kept working out my back, but I was still fixed on his ass. It then occurred to me…oh shit. He’s facing the wall of mirrors, so he can SEE me staring at him. Oh fuck oh fuck, I hope he didn’t see me get hard.
So I got up, tried to play it cool, and just went to the locker room, planning on getting my stuff and getting out of there so I could just come home and jack off in peace.
However, as I was getting my stuff from my locker, I heard someone else come in the lockerroom/bathroom. And lo and behold it was him.
My cock was still rock hard and I was no longer hiding it since I was the only one in the locker room. His eyes were directed right at it. My heart felt like it was about to burst from my chest as I was trying to think of something to say. But then he started walking towards me and it caught in my throat. So I couldn’t say much of anything.

Instead I turned my back up against the lockers and watched him drop to his knees and pull my cock out of my shorts. He pulled down his mask and went right on in with slurping at my cock. There was like…this shift and my hand grabbed the back of his head and I guided his head up and down on my shaft. Pushing him further each time until I was properly fucking his throat. I then found my voice and commanded that he look up at me.
When he did…holy fuck, the look in his eyes. It was pure submission. And I felt it. Like…is this what alphas get off on? Like I don’t know how to describe it but it was as though his only want in that moment was for me to own his throat. So I did. I dirty talked him as I pulled and pushed his head along my cock. Telling him to take it like a good boy for me, and each time I complimented him and told him how nice his throat felt or how much I liked his tongue gliding up and down my shaft, his eyes lit up.
Eventually I felt like I was about to cum and I let him know, to be courteous and I didn’t know if he wanted to swallow a stranger’s cum. But he put his hands on my hips and pulled in like he wanted me to shoot it as far down his throat as I could so he wouldn’t spill a single fucking drop. And he did not spill. As soon as he did that my thrusts became more wild and I fucked his throat raw. Sending several ropes of cum into his throat. After I was finished I pulled my cock from his lips and lightly patted him on the cheek while I tried to catch my breath. He put my dick back in my shorts and pulled them back over my hips.

We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds and finally I just said “Thanks.”

He smiled, pulled his mask back up and told me he hopes I’ll be at the gym tomorrow too. Then he left the locker room before I had time to pull my thoughts together.

So not quite an alpha/fag encounter I don’t think? I don’t know. But I’m interested to see what’s going to happen tomorrow since…I will definitely be going to the gym again.
I don’t know if this makes me gay or bi or what. I kind of figure, a hole is a hole/ a mouth is a mouth. And from what I’ve gathered from your site not all alphas (though Idk if I’m an alpha) are gay. Some are straight that just use fags. I definitely wouldn’t mind pining that guy to the floor or the wall and having my absolute way with him. I would tear that ass apart. But. I’m usually just aggressive in bed. Which of course, not all my female partners like so I don’t get to do it very often unless I hook up with a woman that likes being dominated. Which they are out there! But I still feel the need to be more careful. Whereas…I guess with another guy, it’s slightly different? Though it shouldn’t be. I don’t know.

You can hear the confusion in his words, can’t you?

Let me just broadcast it to the world:

Sir, you ARE Alpha!

This is the PROTOTYPICAL Alpha/fag encounter! You’ve been reading me for a couple of years and you don’t recognize it?

I honestly think it just takes that one skilled and brave faggot to bring out a Man’s Alphahood, and this nameless gym faggot was that faggot!

I haven’t received an update about Alpha Chris’ further adventures with this faggot (hopefully he breeds the little cutie), but there’s no stopping this train anymore. Alpha Chris has tasted the true fruits of his blessed life, and soon he will hunger for more!

Sam, so I’ve read a lot of your stories and some of them involve a lot of minors, whether it’s fags or alphas. I was just wondering, how often do you come across these stories and people underage reaching out to you?

Yes, I have made the choice to feature some true stories involving 17-year-olds because this is truly a worldwide site, and there is no universal age of consent. Besides, they are mostly incredible stories of Alphahood with terrific lessons in them.

I’ve received emails and questions from young people as young as 14. I give some sort of advice if I can in order to keep them safe before gently shooing them away.

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask it!

This thread follows the rise of Master Seb, a 17-year-old straight Alpha in France who has discovered the wonders of faggot service and worship. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Straight Master Seb is one of the most stunning examples of pure Alphahood. It’s amazing to me how a Man of such a young age can be blessed with such confidence and panther-like aggression. He’s been one of the most amazing finds on this blog.

He’s enjoying his faggot these days so much that he recently floated a radical new idea.

I should teach my father using faggots. I think it’s a good idea and that he will enjoy them, but I haven’t thought through yet, how to bring it on.

I, of course, encouraged this idea. Alphas mentoring Alphas is one of my favorite subjects, but it almost always involves an older Alpha mentoring a young Alpha. I’ve never encountered an Alpha SON teaching his Alpha FATHER about the use of faggots! Pretty exciting!

Master Seb wasted no time. The next day I received this message:

I left your website open on the iPad! I’m curious how Dad will react when he sees it! That’s so exciting!

Yes indeed!

Then a later follow-up:

So my father’s first question was if I was into boys 😂😂😂 because that wasn’t a bad thing and I could tell him. I told him to read through your posts and that it was about using faggots and my dad read through your website last night and he’s absolutely stunned! The faggot will be here soon and my father will try it 😉 this is so awesome!

I was vibrating with excitement. I couldn’t wait to hear back. Thankfully, Master Seb mercifully wrote back right away:

My dad used my faggot! It was a little awkward first, to see my own father getting his cock out (it’s really BIG) and destroy the faggot’s pussy, but it was such a turn on, and my father admits that it also turned him on, knowing I was watching! When he had shot his load up the faggot’s ass, it was my turn and I found it so hot that my father had lubed the faggots ass for me!

Mum is away for the weekend, the faggot is staying with us. You can imagine what his pussy looks like.

Dad says a faggot’s pussy feels much better than a woman’s pussy and I agree! And the faggot is so willing to please!

Such an amazing first time! I am so proud of Master Seb and his Alpha Father!

Then there was this nice coda:

My father says he’s proud of having a son like me. He told me now that he cheated many times on my mum, but with women, because he can’t keep his cock in his pants. He says as long as she doesn’t know she doesn’t mind.

He’s surprised that you don’t have to beg a fag to fuck it, just tell it to get its ass up. So much easier than women. Lol

I guess we’re going to have a great time fucking faggots together!

❤️

I have interviewed his Father (Master Jean) recently. Amazing interview, and more shocking details are revealed in it! Coming very soon!

This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

The revelation of 17-year- old Apex Alpha Master Kyle has been one of the most startling finds on this giant blog. Once he understood his true role in the Hierarchy, he embraced it with unparalleled gusto and enthusiasm.

Since accepting it, he has amassed multiple faggots and a veritable harem of females eager to be fucked by this incomparable young stud.

Tonight he related an incredibly hot recent experience that I had to share.

Here’s Master Kyle:

Haha I had the craziest foursome with a faggot and two girls recently.

So I was working at the bar as a bouncer when those two girls and that fag came to come inside but started to flirt heavily with me. One of the girls was Asian, with the craziest ass I’ve seen, the other was a brunette with a very nice pair of tits and the guy was obviously a fag, dressed in a crop top, pink earrings, makeup. A great twink with a very tight bubble butt.

They gave me their number and went inside and ran back into me as I finished my shift. They got all flirty with me again, paid me a bottle of rhum and asked me to come back to their appartment with them. I obviously said yes.

We got through the door and the Asian girl started making out with me, the brunette undressing me and the fag getting on his knees, rubbing my bulge. He took my cock out and after a few compliments on it haha started to suck my cock. The other two girls undressed quickly and got to making out with me while I sometimes wasted time on their tots, teasing and biting those nipples. We eventually made our way to the living room where I sat on the couch, a girl jumping on my cock, the other one feeding me her pussy while the fag sucked on my balls.

We fucked all over their apartment until 4 in the morning, when I left. I had came 9 times total. 2 in the asian, 3 in the fag and 3 in the brunette, plus when they blew me together.

We talked about the extraordinary change in some females. They actually get turned on watching an Alpha breed an inferior male. Something about the power they feel emanating from the Alpha.

Master Kyle was so turned on relating the experience to me that he had to call one of his faggots to breed a few times! God, I love Alpha virility!

This is a thread about a faggot named Silas who has been enslaved by an older Alpha named Riley. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

Over the last several weeks I’ve come to know a 32-year-old faggot named Silas. He has had some experience in servicing Men, but he really wanted to find an owner.

Recently he met an older Daddy named Riley, and instantly found himself under the control of this older Alpha.

His introduction to him was interesting:

I slept over at a daddy’s place and we fucked then fell asleep. I must have been pretty tired because I was out like a light. I woke up and he was on top of me fucking and holding me down. Some of my friends said this was rape but I don’t feel that way. What do you think about this?

Some would call that a rape, but I don’t look at it that way, of course.

Eventually Daddy Riley upped the ante.

He’s shown me how to cum while soft and not touching my clit. I use my left hand and keep my thumb above my dick applying pressure and then my second and third fingers under my balls applying pressure while he fucks my pussy.

Sometimes he’ll unlock me during sex to make fun of my little clit. He says I get wet and leak like a bitch and my pussy gets wet like a real cunt. When he takes the cage off, there’s usually a puddle of precum and my clit is slimy. So he’ll rub his cock against it then shove back in.

Then Daddy Riley cunted Silas, but it was unusual and atypical for it.

Went over to daddy’s place. Fucked me hard. Seeded me twice then made me cum like a bitch. When I’m rubbing my taint area, he calls that my pussy. Saying rub your pussy. Is that weird?

Fuck it was so intense. He had seeded me twice then kept fucking my now open cunt and allowed me to rub myself. Then I felt it. These waves of pleasure throughout my body while cum dribbled out of my clit, drop by drop.

I’ve never felt like that before. He fucked me harder and deeper before it happened. Now I just want more cock. I’m lying in my bed and just wanna start using my dildo. It felt incredible. I’m both exhausted but energized right now.

I’m proud of my brother Silas. He wanted something next-level and more meaningful, and he put himself in position to experience it.

It just shows that any faggot can find purpose if you simply submit!

This thread follows the adventures of Chad, an older faggot who continues to faithfully serve. CLICK HERE to follow the posts in this inspirational story in chronological order!

From time to time I receive messages from older faggots who are depressed because they feel they cannot be useful to Men anymore. Age takes a toll physically, of course, and Men are famously fickle and superficial about appearances.

However, to older faggots, I ask this: are Men really holding you back, or are you limiting yourself due to insecurities you might have as an older faggot?

More often than not, it’s the latter issue. Emotionally I understand it, but I’m here to tell you that you’re needlessly burdening yourself with shame. Many older faggots are discovering this truth: Men care about worship and service more than they care about looks.

I’ve recently befriended an older faggot named Chad. I’ve had the pleasure of speaking with Chad on Skype video, and while I don’t recall ever hearing his age, I’d place him in his fifties. He’s trim and neat in appearance.

But, most importantly, Chad has a worshipful attitude and a desire to serve.

Recently Chad has made up his mind to overcome his insecurities and find an Alpha to serve. And, after a bit of searching, he found a young god looking for worship!

Here’s what Chad wrote to me:

Wanted to share with you my day yesterday. Even though I am serving in my 2 jobs and family affairs everyday, i have not had the time to actually serve an alpha. Am trying to find someone local to serve on a regular basis.

There is an ALPHA who had messaged me and I told him i would contact him when i had time. Yesterday i was able to go over to his house to serve and it was a wonderful day.

i made HIM a batch of chocolate chip cookies to give HIM upon my arrival. Then I cleaned HIS house for about 3 hours and served HIM lunch while HE worked. i was then under HIS ž table in my underwear for about 3 hours, massaging HIS feet, sucking and licking HIS toes, and then caressing to almost edging HIS thighs, penis, balls and ass.

It was amazing and i have not felt this relaxed or safe in a while. my goal is to make time to serve regularly because it makes me feel so good and it is how i wish to spend my time.

THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!

Think about this: what did age mean in this situation Chad described? NOTHING. If anything, Chad’s age ENHANCED the experience for the younger Alpha because Alphas love to see older faggots submit to them.

But Chad simply led with an open heart full of respect and worshipful gratitude, and nature takes care of the rest.

If Chad can do it, then so can any older faggot out there reading this!

In terms of Hierarchy, advancing age is almost a benefit. Older Alphas enjoy Daddy status among all of the young slutty faggots. And older faggots have the seasoning and the finances to really enhance a younger Alpha’s life.

So don’t give up as you get older, brothers. As long as there is life, there is service … and with it, the fulfillment Chad enjoys today!

This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!

More than a week ago Master Nick decided that little Oliver was ready to be cunted. From my conversations with Ollie, it was clear he was practically climbing the walls for the chance to be cunted like his brothers.

So when Master Nick returned from the gym two Saturdays ago, he took Yul and Oliver into the bedroom. The faggots were ready and dressed in their panties (they know how it affects Master Nick). Master Nick put Ollie on his back and began to fuck him hard.

Then, about fifteen minutes in, Ollie began to experience his cunting. “I felt a feeling inside me off unbelievable wonder … I have never felt anything like it before,” said Oliver.

Master Nick was shocked at how quickly it happened; it took him completely by surprise. Master Nick said Oliver passed out for a couple of seconds (Oliver doesn’t remember it clearly). Once it happened, Master Nick was so excited that he unloaded in Oliver and sealed the cunting.

And then Ollie did something very special: he said “Thank you, Master.”

When discussing this moment, Master Nick remarked that Oliver has thanked him for every single load, and that such reverence and gratitude made him feel “good.”

Since his cunting, Oliver says his pussy hasn’t been the same. He’s craving dick like never before. Most tellingly, Oliver is experiencing what I once called “The Void,” an empty feeling inside of a newly-cunted boy pussy now hollowed-out for cock. (CLICK HERE for that article).

So now all four faggots currently living with Master Nick have been cunted by his mammoth horse cock. And that makes five faggots cunted by him in total over the year since he first discovered fag pussy!

That’s incredible progress for a straight Alpha Male like him!

Master Nick has his four faggots and his girlfriend to fuck constantly, so I imagine he will be quite satisfied for a while. But I can’t help but wonder how long it will be until he gets the itch to deflower and cunt his next faggot. He’s one of the greatest fag fuckers who ever lived … it would be a shame if he didn’t spread his seed even more!

This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!

Whenever Master Nick cleans the clits of his four live-in faggots, he has them each stand in the bathroom with their hands behind their backs. He unlocks them, washes their genitals, and then carefully re-locks the cage around their useless fag nubs.

He takes this precaution because he wants to ensure that his faggots remain chaste and temptation free as they serve him. Any amount of stimulation is cruel for a faggot living with enforced chastity.

Master Nick is very meticulous about how he handles and cares for his faggots because it cements the bond between an Owner and his property. Even with chastity there are depths and layers of meaning in the Alpha/fag dynamic, and Master Nick treats that pact with great care and respect.

But even a god can slip up once in a while.

This morning Master Nick forgot to lock away the key to the lock on Alex’s chastity cage after he cleaned Alex. After Master Nick left for the gym Alex noticed the key still sitting on the bathroom sink.

Alex contacted me and told me about it. I immediately implored him to not touch it and not unlock himself. Then I contacted Master Nick and informed him of his error.

“Should I go back home?” asked Master Nick urgently.

“No, Master … the faggot is obeying,” I replied.

And sure enough, little Alex resisted temptation! He admitted to me that it was very hard to resist – “I haven’t touched it in so long…” – but ultimately Alex sacrificed a moment of self-pleasure for a lifetime of respect from his Master.

And really, isn’t that the whole reason why we serve great Men? We sacrifice ourselves – our bodies, our time, our energy, our thoughts, our lives – to worship them completely. We surrender it all for their glory.

Alex proved that in a most beautiful way this morning.

But not only did Alex elevate his own service by that sacrifice, but he also demonstrated the power true Alphas exert over their faggots. Master Nick doesn’t need to be present to effect the lives and thoughts of his faggots; they obey regardless.

That is the kind of power and control borne out of RESPECT, not FEAR.

There is nothing in the world like the dynamic between a true Apex Alpha like Master Nick and an obedient, loyal faggot like Alex. It is an unspeakable bond that touches the most intrinsic aspects of Alpha masculinity. Concepts like ownership, loyalty, respect, obedience … these are all fundamentally important to real Men.

This is ultimately why they own us, and why we serve.

And when we obey and resist temptation, we make the hearts of our owners sing!

This thread follows the rise of Master Seb, a 17-year-old straight Alpha in France who has discovered the wonders of faggot service and worship. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

To me, there is nothing more powerful than young Alphahood. I love seeing a young Alpha discover his power when his sexual energy and unbridled greed are at their highest levels. At that point anything is possible for him, and his entire life stretches before him like an overflowing banquet table of treats, treasure, and glory.

I’ve been blessed to cover multiple young Alphas and even coach them from time to time. My proudest (and most memorable) young Alpha is Master Kyle, the Apex Alpha son of Sir Rob. I’m not sure how any Alpha can match that 17-year-old’s explosive discovery of his own Godhood.

But then I met a 17-year-old Alpha named Master Seb a month or so ago. This was his first-ever message to me:

Hey. Through your blog I learned that I’m Alpha. I fucked my first faggot yesterday and it felt great!

LOVE IT! So I asked for more details.

I’m 17 and I always knew I’m special. I’m popular with the girls but always felt like I also want to fuck guys. I thought I’m bi, but when I discovered your blog I realized I’m not into guys. I just want to fuck them. Because I’m a man and I can. I’ve been fucking girls since the age of 14.

Oliver (the faggot) has been my friend for a long time. He’s always been doing things for me, he’s even been giving me his cool clothes and shoes because he says they’d suit me much better than him and that’s true. Last night he was at my place, my parents weren’t home, and we were watching porn. Of course I got hard and I put my pants off and I found him staring at my cock, open mouthed, and I told him to get his pants down we could jerk off together. He did, but when he took them off I realized he wasn’t fully hard, just getting there. It had never occurred to me that he’s gay and in that moment I realized that he is and that he was getting hard because he saw my cock!

I then told him (thanks to your blog I knew what to do) to get on his knees and suck me. And he obeyed! He sucked my cock and when his hand was trying to touch his useless little clit I slapped him and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch his pathetic clit while serving me. And he obeyed again! It was so easy!

Then I told him to turn around because I wanted to fuck his pussy. He asked if I had lube because he had never been fucked before and I got him lube and then I fucked his tight pussy! It felt so incredible! Much better than a girl! I hope he’ll stay that tight! After that we both were exhausted and we just laid there. Then I remembered that a faggot should clean his Master’s cock after being used and I told him so.

Magnificent first time!

Master Seb told me this the day after, and while he was waiting for his new faggot to come back for more.

I’m hard right now thinking about it. I can’t wait for him to get here. I will rape his ass and then the piss thing and then I will fuck him again.

This time I got involved. I suggested this: “When it arrives, greet it at the door with barefeet. Tell it to kneel and kiss your feet.”

So the faggot came over to visit Master Seb again:

I fucked him all night and did all the things I wanted to do with him! I showed him your website and told him to read and learn!

The fag came and I told him to strip. Right at the door. I was still dressed, but barefoot, as you had recommended. When he was naked I told him to go on his knees and kiss my feet, then my cock. He got on his knees and then, and I hadn’t expected that, he kissed my feet so passionately! I think he worshipped my feet at least 20 minutes!

I was getting impatient, because I wanted to fuck and piss on him. I told him to get on my cock now and he opened my pants and got my cock out and kissed it as passionately I was rock hard and I couldn’t wait any longer. I told him to go on all fours and then I fucked him hard. I’m not sure what fires me most. The feeling his pussy gives to my cock or the knowledge of the power I have over him. I enjoyed pissing on him so much, but he couldn’t drink my piss. He couldn’t get himself to do that, though he tried.

What a phenomenal first time!

I asked Master Seb if he felt like a King:

Oh yes! I feel great!

This is the fulfillment of Alphahood! A young Man taking his throne and owning others as servants of his will!

There will be no turning back now! Master Seb has tasted the worship of faggots, and loved it! Even better, he realized a truth that beta straight males fail to understand: using a faggot doesn’t make a Man gay!

It’s not about homosexuality. It’s about a young Alpha taking his place in the heavens, a god to be worshiped and celebrated for all time!

I’m so proud to know this young King at the start of his journey to immortality! The future is bright and limitless for him, and I will watch it all while kneeling gratefully at his feet!

This is part of a series of articles chronicling the rise of straight Alpha Tom, a friend of Sir Rob who has just discovered the wonders of faggot service and worship. CLICK HERE to read the rest of this thread in chronological order!

You may have had the same reaction I had – some variation of “HOLY FUCK!” – when you read Sir Rob’s account of introducing the use of faggots to his longtime straight friend Tom (CLICK HERE). Master Tom’s instantaneous acceptance and use of faggots surprised even me with my long history of serving straight Alphas.

Even more surprising was Master Tom’s next action upon returning from their trip: enslaving a faggot of his own!

I knew I needed to talk to Master Tom. Sir Rob, ever the kind god, talked Master Tom into signing up on social media so I could talk to him. I am so grateful he arranged that interview, because Master Tom has proven to be a stunning example of pure, natural-born Alphahood.

So first, some background. Master Tom has a high-powered job in criminal justice. He’s been married twice. He has four Alpha sons (ages 21, 18, 16, and 15) and two younger daughters.

In true Alpha fashion, Master Tom lost his virginity at age 15 by fucking his friend’s girlfriend and then beating up his friend when the friend tried to fight him over the incident. Throughout his life, Master Tom has always had multiple side pieces to fuck outside of any relationship he ever had. “My need for sex is too great for just one person,” he said bluntly.

I asked Master Tom about the recent night when Sir Rob introduced him to the use of faggots.

I guess (the fag) just flirted with (Sir Rob) at the bar and I just looked. I was intrigued. I’ve never seen a person look at another one with so much desire to serve in their eyes. Then it happened so fast, it felt like a part of me awakened when I saw them fucking. I wanted a piece of that. I’ve never thought about getting fag service, but now I definitely do.

I then asked Master Tom what he thought when he slid his dick into his first piece of fag pussy, and he said, “I thought, ‘it’s fucking tight!’”

Then he added:

No but really something just switched in my brain and told me to go all out on his ass and I did, I plowed that fag bitch like crazy.

I asked Master Tom how he felt after he finished breeding his first faggot. He said:

Insatiable. I wanted more and more and more. I wanted that faggot to be drenched in my fucking cum. I felt like I couldn’t ever stop breeding, that my dick would never go soft. I felt like a predator hunting a prey.

So after the trip ended, Master Tom returned to his everyday life. However, like so many other Alphas who discover this secret power, Master Tom now saw everything differently. He also began noticing signals around him that he used to overlook.

I got back to work and started noticing the faggots more. One of them caught my eye, Max, an intern. His eagerness, always wanting to please me, get me coffee, food. Letting him know if I want a massage… All that stuff. Complimenting me a LOT.

Faggots are programmed to send off these signals to Alphas around them, but straight Alphas like Master Tom aren’t honing in on that frequency because they’re always hunting female pussy. But once they experience the magic of faggot worship, it’s almost like they are color-blind people putting on chromatic-tinted glasses and seeing the world in color for the first time.

So Master Tom wasted no time.

I made him blow me in the bathroom, to which he happily complied, then took him back to my appartment and gave him my dick all night long. Bred him 3 times and made him blow me another 2 times.

Now Master Tom owns his first faggot! I asked if he had plans to put the faggot into chastity.

Yah I don’t think he needs it. First of all, his dick his tiny, like very tiny. Second, in all the times I fucked him he didn’t touch his tiny dick even once and came from just having my cock in his ass.

Then I asked Master Tom about his Alpha sons. He’s very close to them. The youngest son just recently lost his virginity, and all of the Alphas in the house celebrated with beers together afterward.

But I was curious – would Master Tom be willing to introduce his four Alpha sons to the use of faggots?

Yeah, Without a doubt. Yeah I’m new but I love it already. I want them to know that kind of worship too.

Amazing!

This is what it means for an Alpha to ascend. It involves a superior Man accepting a new level of Kingship. GODHOOD.

Alphas live in an exclusive club. They know the other members in the club by the steely, uncompromising glint in their eyes and the relentless, gravitational confidence they exude.

Being a part of this club means taking responsibility for each other, teaching each other, and pushing each other to greater heights.

It is a brotherhood as ancient as human life itself, a sacred code passed from generation to generation.

Sir Rob has now passed it to Master Tom. And Master Tom may pass it onto his sons.

For faggots, our glory comes as we sacrifice our bodies and lives upon the altar of our Alpha gods so they may feast on us, be filled with unspeakable powers, and ascend.

This thread follows the story of Tau, a young Asian faggot who specializes in serving straight Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of his stories!

Personally, I’ve been fascinated by my brother Tau’s seduction of straight Alpha Carlos. What began as an experimental blowjob has turned into daily breedings of Tau’s talented throat and ass.

Of course, it didn’t all happen by accident. Tau has been very cleverly using things like massage to coax the beast out of Carlos. It’s been very, very effective.

And now Tau is using another common Male fantasy – threesomes – to his advantage. Witness:

I’ve mentioned my best friend, Kevin, before.  He’s the one who took me to the hotel in San Diego to fuck around with the two Chilean sailors.

I wanted to surprise Carlos.  Him showing up after work is just an inevitability now.

It’s not a total surprise.  Carlos saw a picture of us on my fridge and asked about him.  I just picked up on the cue.  Maybe it’s faggot telepathy.  I knew he was instantly imagining having both of us at once but wasn’t saying it out loud.

It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Carlos look excited, like it was his birthday.  This wasn’t my first two-man blow job with Kevin.  I’d say at this point we have a good choreographed rhythm to it.  Carlos just laid back with his hands behind his head on my bed with his eyes shut.  He had a look of disbelief about it.  

But I knew that facial affect would change.  It was playful until he got into a rut mode.  I think Kevin got the worst (?) of it.  I was left sucking his balls, massaging his perineum.  But to my surprise he wanted to see a facial.  Actually that shouldn’t be a surprise because if he could coat two fags then I imagine that would fire his ego.

And he didn’t disappoint.  Kevin and I licked it off one another, kissed one another with his cum, and made sure none was wasted.  Carlos returned to normal panting on my bed with his eyes shut while we both stroked his hairy chest and tended to him.  

He never got fully soft.  Carlos has the shortest refractory period of any man I’ve known, if he even has one at all.  We got him hard as a rock again and went for another round.  I can’t say that his cum was as volcanic but it gave him the nice image of two competing tongues trying to compete for who get savor the most of it sliding down his cock.  He wasn’t as aggressive the second time around and would stroke our heads and give us more direction.  He wasn’t laying back with his eyes closed as much and would make eye contact looking down at us.

Even though I’m the provider of the pleasure, I cannot imagine being a man who can reasonably expect for something like this to happen daily in his life. I wish I could have real telepathy and know how Carlos thinks about and processes that fact of his life.

I haven’t done this many times in my life – I’m too greedy of a cocksucker to share – but it does require the coordination and cooperation of the faggots in order for the experience to be maximally pleasing to the Alpha (always my highest priority). The last thing a Man wants is to have two faggots fighting over his dick rather than working together for his pleasure. Fortunately, Tau and Kevin have good chemistry.

And Tau describes the one thing I remember most about the times I’ve sucked an Alpha with another faggot: that look of self-satisfaction that comes from being worshiped by two slaves. It’s powerful, and as a faggot the confidence exuded by the Alpha is intoxicating.

Indeed, Tau’s letter to me carried the heading “Like A King,” and that’s appropriate. When a Man (particularly a straight Alpha) has two faggots expertly servicing him obediently, he does indeed feel like a King.

Ultimately, that should be the goal of every faggot. Our service should strive to give the Alpha the maximum amount of worship so that he has an experience unlike anything he could get anywhere else.

This yearning to provide that for straight Alphas like Carlos is the reason why straight Men come back to us again and again, and will continue to do so until the end of time.

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

My dear brother Michael had been uncharacteristically quiet in recent weeks, and I secretly began to worry that perhaps the live-in situation with 18-year-old straight Alpha Eric had fallen through.

Boy, was I wrong!

Rather than cooling off, the situation with Alpha Eric has only intensified! I’m just going to leap into the latest update Michael sent to me:

My teen Alpha-god Eric has pretty much dominated my life, and i couldn’t be happier or more fulfilled.  He came to town after high school graduation because He was going to go to college here, and He had an internship for the summer.  But all classes at His college are going to be remote — at least for the first semester — and so He will not be living in the dorms.  So of course, He will continue living in my (for all practical purposes, His) apartment.  i am thrilled. 

So, first thing i did was to “remodel” the apartment so that He would have all the comforts of dorm life: a top of the line computer, a game console, the usual dormitory comforts.  But best of all, while there will be no intercollegiate sports this year, Eric’s coaches insist that the athletes work out together every day so that they can maintain game-ready fitness.  And so after His day interning, Eric reports to the college gym to work out with His teammates, under the supervision of the coaches and the trainers.  This is an incredible bonus for me, His faggot.  Most often, He arrives home pumped up (both physically and psychologically) from His workout, and in need of a relaxing blow job.

But after a few weeks Eric started bringing His teammates back home with Him after workout so that i could give them blow jobs as well.  Not the whole team, and not every day, and not necessarily the same men every time. But over the course of several weeks, i have gotten to “know” all of His teammates.  A true Alpha is generous with His toys.  Eric understands this instinctively.  And so, it is not unusual that there are two or three jocks hanging around the apartment in need of my service, and i have become, in a way, the team mascot.

One of Eric’s teammates (another Alpha Male but nowhere near the god that Eric is) understands that a Man is not gay just because He fucks a faggot.  After He had been to Eric’s apartment after workout a couple of times and had received a couple of blow jobs He asked Eric if it was okay if He fucked His faggot.  Eric had never considered such a thing. 

“Dude, the faggot has two holes, both available for a man’s use.  Don’t tell me you’ve never fucked your bitch!” said Eric’s friend. And so Eric granted permission for the guy to fuck my ass. 

The other guy fucked me that very night.  He took me into the bedroom and gave me an awesome fuck.  It had been a while since i had been fucked up my ass, and it felt good, to be honest.  (No ass action is the price faggots pay for serving straight Alphas; but as you and i know, sacrifice in all its forms is the lot of a faggot’s life).  Eric stayed in the other room while His buddy reamed my ass.  As i mentioned, Eric has inquired about fucking my ass but has not yet done so.

But I am hopeful.  Eric has assumed the consummate Alpha aura of privilege.  He has manifested His understanding that He is entitled to expect that i will do whatever He wants — when He wants.  He expects that i will take care of His morning erections as a matter of course.  He has no hesitation to call upon me to perform some service (sexual or otherwise) at any time, including calling me at work and demanding that i come home because He is in need of a blow job.  i, of course, comply, since this is my purpose in life.  It doesn’t necessarily have to be a blow job.  He notes that His nails need trimming, or that His hair needs a trim.  But now that He is aware that not just my throat, but my ass also is available for His use, i am hopeful that one day (soon, hopefully) He will call upon me to present my ass cunt to Him, and that thereafter, working His magnificent cock with the muscles of my ass will be a steady part of my life.

i am in faggot heaven.

Michael must live in some sort of alternate universe filled with aggressive Apex Alphas. Living near a bustling college campus has never been a bad gig for a faggot, but whatever they’re putting in the water of Michael’s hometown needs to be bottled up and distributed around the world!

You must keep in mind that Alpha Eric had never tried a faggot until he moved into Michael’s apartment, and he quickly went from zero experience to whoring out his faggot with all of his Alpha buddies. That is the kind of confidence only an Apex Alpha could muster!

As for Michael, well … he is indeed living a faggot’s hottest, most ejaculatory dream. And it’s all because Michael had the courage to approach that original Alpha in his apartment complex several months ago.

If you don’t have Michael’s bravery – few do – then using something like my new tool May I Serve You Sir? could be the help you need.

Regardless, Michael is living proof that Alphas – regardless of sexual orientation – will use faggots who submit and offer service. It just requires that faggot to offer itself.

The opportunities exist, and they’re endless. Stop dreaming about it, and make it happen!

This thread follows the story of Tau, a young Asian faggot who specializes in serving straight Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of his stories!

When Tau told me the true story about Carlos aggressively fucking his pussy, my first thought was, “Uh oh, Carlos is going to make a power play and take Tau away from Alpha Tico.”

Well, it sounds like that is exactly what’s happening!

Listen to the way Carlos has begun using Tau:

A few days ago my door buzzed at 5:05 p.m.  I thought it was a delivery.  It was Carlos. “Hey, it’s Carlos.”  That was it.  I buzzed him in and he came right in and just started.  He turned me around against the wall, slid my shorts down, grabbed my ass, kissed the nape of my neck. . .

Keep in mind that was not an expected visit.

Neither were the others.  They’re all right when he gets off from work at the new construction site.

I knew guys like this existed, and I’ve been with a few, and I don’t think it stems from a misunderstanding of my intentions or because my Tico communicated something to him that made him think that I was just available like this. 

I’m glad he likes kissing.  That’s one thing I generally like about Black and Latino alpha guys. His facial hair makes any contact with his face and my skin feel amazing. And he will hold my neck when he kisses me too.  Again, if I had an actual pussy, I could have watered my plants. The guttural, grunting voice right over my ear helps.

I can’t sum up these (so far) daily encounters easily.  They haven’t been the same.  He’s fucked me on (and over) my dinette table one day.  I sucked him another day and he never got completely soft afterward.  With a little coaxing he was hard again and then filled my other hole too.  It took him longer on that second round, but it was so worth it. 

He’s funny or playful afterward. Slaps my ass, play slaps my face a little, and smiles and he’s out the door. But when he walks in his hard cock is not even concealed in his work pants. You can tell when guys like him are getting to fuck something regularly. But it’s true for me too. My friend at work can tell. I’m less bitchy, more compliant, not as tense or hurried.

The possessiveness is obvious, isn’t it? The sense of entitlement that Carlos now feels when using Tau?

It’s pretty startling, honestly. Alpha Tico has claimed Tau as his personal faggot, and graciously loaned his faggot to his friend for use. Now Alpha Carlos is taking what he wants at will.

As for Tau, his change in attitude has occurred due to Alpha Carlos’ more aggressive, dominant style of fucking. Make no mistake – a Man’s fuck is almost as unique as a signature or a fingerprint, only more powerful. A Man’s fuck can change body chemistry, destroy resistance, and hypnotize the weak.

Alpha Carlos seems to understand what a faggot like Tau needs in a way Alpha Tico does not. Healthy or not, faggots respond best to harsh and careless treatment from Alphas. Faggots aren’t generally into lovemaking. They prefer to be fucked like an animal.

And that is exactly what Alpha Carlos is giving to Tau. Alpha Tico needs to step up his game, I think!

This thread follows the story of Tau, a young Asian faggot who specializes in serving straight Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of his stories!

When I first began covering the experiences of Tau the faggot and the Latino Alpha maintenance Man Tico who works with him, I thought Tico may have bitten off more than he could chew with that situation. It’s always dangerous to mix business and pleasure. Also, Once Tico began to introduce Tau to his friends for use, I thought there was a real chance for trouble.

But it turns out that Tico and his Alpha friends should be worried about Tau!

It seems that Tau had set his sights on Carlos, the straight Alpha who violently fucked his throat recently. The encounter left Tau with a permanent WIDE-ON and a desire to feel that same passion rammed into his pussy.

So Tau pulled out his bag of tricks. Read on:

I simply found myself unable to stop thinking about Carlos.  While the whole last encounter shook me a little, there was something about him I loved.  A lot of girls will say that they don’t find guys like him attractive when they really want a guy like that to just fuck them silly.  I’m at least honest about it.  The problem, as I noted, was that my Tico had been the only one to have my ass.  Now I’m the one losing control.

I sucked my Tico’s dick at work again.  I’m sparing the description because it’s a blow job and it’s not the first time I’ve given him one, of course. This was just my way of getting to Carlos.  I asked him if Carlos wanted me to suck him off again.  He said Carlos would be up for it and that he works at a construction development not far from my apartment anyway, so he could come by.

I honestly didn’t think it was going to be this easy.

Carlos was right on schedule.  Dirty, sweaty, and hot as ever.  I answered the door in a tank top and jockstrap.  As I mentioned, I was the one drunkenly spinning out of control.  If I had a pussy the smell of him coming inside would have made me soak the door mat.  I took off his reflective vest and invited him in to the bedroom. 

I didn’t want him to gag-fuck my face again, so I helped slide his tired body out of his shirt and jeans.  Burly, but proportional, dark brown skin, facial hair nice black body hair. . . my heart was pounding.  I like all types but something about him sets me off.  I had him lay down on the bed, rubbed my hands along his body and through the hair, and began slowly getting him harder.  I took off my tank top.  After a few minutes of sucking him good, I straddled his hips and rubbed his dick along my ass crack, caressed his body, and tried to put any idea in his head that my ass was totally his for the taking. 

I sucked him some more.  I thought he would have taken the bait.  It’s not like he’s sexually reserved.  I straddled again, took his hands in mine and caressed down to my ass.  I pointed his dick up and rocked my ass against it.  I finally just leaned over and said, “do you want my ass?”

He slammed me on my back and looked down at me.  After getting through the lubrication, I finally was able to push his cock in me.  I’m surprised that he wanted me face up.  I was happy about that part.  It didn’t take long.  My Tico is typically short and small-statured like a lot of Central American guys (although bigger than me).  He’s probably 5’6.”  Carlos is more in the 5’11” range.  He had his full weight and heat on me pounding and grinding away.  He had me pushed so far back that the head of my cock was rubbing my belly.  I’ll come back to that.

I was in ecstasy.  I was shaking.  I’d roll my eyes and even smile as he split me in two.  I got enough mentation back to dig into my faggot bag of tricks.  I squirmed underneath him and tried to remove my arms from his hands (by then he had my arms pinned.  He put more weight on me, gripped harder, and totally held me captive.  I think I could slither away from my Tico sometimes, but here I was totally trapped for the duration.  And I loved it.  I know guys like him love to feel a little struggle.  It’s like injecting them with pure testosterone in the heat of the moment. 

He adjusted himself forward a little which smashed my prostate and continued stimulating my dick against my skin.  I felt a light pumping and an ooze around the abdomen.  I had came.  Thankfully when my ass clenched up from that he didn’t last much longer or that could have gotten really painful. 

He got up and I was covered in his sweat.  The AC felt like a shock because I been so surrounded by his body heat.  There was no doubt that I felt fucked.   He washed off and I walked him to the door.  His cum was sliding down my balls and inner thigh from what didn’t stay inside. 

I almost feel a little guilty toward my Tico, but my whole being just reacted that way to Carlos.  I’m in heat big time.

Scorching!

This is why I often encourage Alphas to use faggots aggressively, really unleash the Beast within themselves. Unlike females, who often get scared or intimidated when a Man takes them like that, faggots are transformed by the experience.

Through a hard fuck, a Man has the power to completely obliterate a faggot’s Masculinity and force it into perpetual submission. It’s a stamping of the soul by the Rut of a Man.

I’d say Tau has been stamped.

Although Tau doesn’t explicitly state it here, it does sound like he was cunted during the experience. What gives it away? The shaking and the eye rolls Tau reports having during Carlos’ rut.

It’s unclear if this is the first time Carlos has ever fucked a faggot, but given his previous hesitation while using Tau, it’s clear that fag service is something relatively new if not entirely unknown.

Of particular interest to faggots is the way Tau describes the art of seduction with a straight Man. It involves planting visual cues in his mind through inoffensive teasing and subtle movements. This must be done carefully; going too far or seeming too needy will make the straight Man run away. When you find the sweet spot for the Man (and it differs depending on the relationship), this technique is highly effective.

So congratulations to my masterful brother Tau! Tonight he will sleep peacefully with the DNA of both Tico and Carlos swimming in his veins and swirling in his brain!

This thread follows the rise of 39-year-old straight divorced Alpha Greg as he discovers the world of faggot worship and ownership. CLICK HERE for all of the relevant posts in chronological order!

If I have two overriding ambitions surrounding this site, they are:

1. Push the truth about Male Hierarchy into the mainstream.

2. Help straight Alphas discover the truth about owning and using faggots.

Fortunately for me, my second ambition is helped tremendously by the efforts of great established Alphas with long track records of training straight Alphas to accept faggot worship.

Which brings me to a straight Alpha named Greg. He’s a 39-year-old straight and divorced Alpha living in Guam. Back in 2001, Alpha Greg came into contact with Alpha Tank, the bodybuilding Alpha I have featured here multiple times. Incidentally, Alpha Greg is a third generation removed from Sir Titus, the Apex Alpha who trained Alpha Tank.

Just so we’re keeping it all straight in the galaxy of Alphas here at FWA!

Anyway, here’s how Alpha Tank began to condition Alpha Greg on the use of faggots:

Oh yeah, I got divorced a few years back and trying to find women where I’m located has been a struggle. He (Alpha Tank) asked me if I had ever thought of letting a ‘very submissive” gay man keep my nuts drained in the interim. That was just how he opened the door for discussion.

Then Alpha Greg came across me here at FWA.

We’ve had many conversations since and I even told him I found your site. He laughed and said I should have mentioned that earlier, it would have saved time. Ha

Very cute! (Wink)

That was when he came clean about being an Alpha and using his own faggots. I have always been a Dom and naturally attract submissive people to me, but I never correlated the two.

So with Alpha Tank working on his straight friend, it was only a matter of time before Alpha Greg started using faggots.

Now that ‘Rona has lessened here, (a younger faggot named Micah) approached me during a gym session. “Sir, can I bother you for a spot.” I didn’t think twice and went to spot him.

During his lift, he never took his eyes off my bulge. I was told that faggots would do that, but thought it was embellishing.

After he finished bench pressing he asked if he could workout with me. I finished working out and went to the locker room, the fag followed me to my locker. He asked me if I needed help relaxing after my workout, before looking down to the floor.

And notice this training at work:

My friend told me about looking away as a sign of a faggot.

BOOM!

I asked what he had in mind. I wasn’t even sure what I was thinking but I wasn’t prepared for his response. He looked around real quick then dropped to his knees. Bending over he kissed my shoe and said anything I could think of.

I was shocked but my dick knew the truth. Haha! We left the gym and headed back to my place. On the drive I messaged my friend and he told me congrats.

Once at my apartment, the fag was automatically on his knees. I started to remove my shoes when he begged me to let him do that. I said sure, to which the faggot crawled over and removed my shoes then my socks. I messaged my friend again, he told me to relax and let the fag fulfill its purpose. He kept calling the faggot it, which confused me.

My friend told me to try a trick he learned – step away and come back in just a towel over my crotch and let the faggot worship my body. I didn’t go that far but I did come back in my underwear. The fag gasped then sighed when I walked back in the room. I kind of chuckled a little.

I sat down on my couch and let the fag massage my legs while it sat between my legs. The massage slowly creeped up my legs, the entire time the faggot was still looking at my crotch. I had that post workout hard-on and needed to cum, I was rubbing my dick and the fag just licked his lips. Before asking if it could help me out with my hard on.

The faggot sucked my dick better than any woman had in the past. It wasn’t like a chore how my ex wife made it. The faggot actually enjoyed what he was doing. He sucked my load out which was much needed. He just kept nursing on my dick even after swallowing my load. At some point I dozed off slightly. When I woke up it was still there and I was hard again.

Another straight Alpha’s eyes opened to the use and ownership of faggots!

This is where I personally entered the story (rather than just my writing). Alpha Greg had been receiving daily blowjobs from his new faggot Micah and loving it. But now Alpha Greg was thinking about taking the faggot’s ass as well.

Well, I took that ball and ran it into the endzone!

I really started encouraging Alpha Greg that Micah’s pussy belongs to him and that he should claim it.

Yesterday Alpha Greg was at work and texting me about his upcoming lunchtime blowjob from his faggot when I pushed the idea again. We started talking about the size difference between the two of them (Alpha Greg is several inches taller) and how much faggots get turned on by much larger Alphas like him.

And just like that, Alpha Greg told his faggot to be ready to get fucked during his lunch break!

So then this happened:

Holy shit faggot! That faggot earned every thrust and shot of my cum!

When I got to my apartment, the faggot was kneeling outside of my door. I unlocked the door and walked in with the faggot right behind me. As the door closed, he was kissing my boots.

I moved to the couch, the faggot crawling to get between my legs. It removed my pants and boxers before beginning to suck my cock. Once I was hard, I had the faggot remove my clothes and its clothes. We moved to the bedroom where I rimmed and fingered the faggot’s pussy for a while. The faggot sucked me hard again before slathering lube on my cock and fingering some into its pussy.

The faggot was bent over with its chest on the bed. I lined up my cock and began to push it in slowly, the faggot was screaming into the pillow. Halfway in I stopped, the faggot said “Please Sir, keep going I will take it all.”

I pushed my cock in harder until I was buried in the faggot’s pussy. It was so wet, warm, and right but without constriction. I didn’t move until the faggot started fucking itself onto me.

I grabbed its hips and something came over me, I started fucking hard and fast while the faggot moaned through tears.

Right before I started to cum, I felt a sudden suction in the faggot’s hole and its legs suddenly started shaking. I couldn’t hold it back anymore and I shot the biggest load in a very long time.

It just laid there shaking for a while before resuming sucking my cock.

Another faggot pussy claimed by the power and might of straight Alpha cock!

Alpha Greg’s head was spinning afterward, thoroughly impressed by a fuck that will forever change the course of the rest of his life. I call this moment “ascension,” where a straight Alpha comes fully into his Alphahood by embracing worship in all forms.

Alpha Greg tasted that moment of ascension, and I think he liked it:

I will be using that faggot pussy again.

Since his faggot is uncaged, Alpha Greg intends to put it into chastity and officially own it.

Now I have a faggot.

Welcome to Godhood, Master Greg! A brand new Kingdom awaits your reign!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

For reference, this is the third post in a series of articles relating the introduction of faggot worship and service to an 18-year-old straight Alpha named Eric by Michael the faggot. In the first post Michael’s apartment is taken over by Alpha Eric (CLICK HERE), and in the second post Michael sucks off Alpha Eric and introduces the young god to the wonders of fag worship (CLICK HERE).

Okay, so do you want to know what it’s really like to be the live-in faggot to an arrogant straight Alpha?

Keep in mind that Alpha Eric moved into Michael’s apartment just a few weeks ago, and has been living there rent-and-responsibility free ever since. It’s pretty shocking how quickly this straight Alpha – brand new to everything related to the use of faggots – has assimilated the use of Michael into his routine.

But I thought this latest tidbit of information was especially illuminating. Here’s Michael:

Sam, I promised you more about Eric. 

Shortly after we started discussing His rights and privileges as an Alpha Male, Eric started bringing women back to the apartment several times a week.  I had noticed, before then, that He would disappear for a few hours several times a week. 

But then one day I got a text:  “I need the apartment after 9:00.  I’ll text you when you can come back.”  Not, “do you mind if I bring a girl back” or “can I have the apartment for a few hours.”  Rather, He just assumed that the apartment was His to use as He needed — which of course was an accurate conception of how things were.  I was paying the rent, but for all practical purposes, the apartment was His.  Sometimes, it was 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning before I would get the text that I could come back to the apartment. 

Once the text read something like “You can come back any time, but be quiet entering.  We’ll have breakfast at 7:30.”  On that morning, He and a gorgeous woman, in her 30s emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed for work.  I served an egg-white omelet with fresh chives from my window garden and quietly withdrew to change the sheets and towels in the bath.  He said nothing to her about who I was or why I was there serving breakfast.  It was like I was just another household appliance. 

I sniffed their sheets and pillowcases as I stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets.  That was reward enough.

Of course, being banned from the apartment for hours on end was not easy for me.  Because of the pandemic, I couldn’t go to the movies or to a library.  I didn’t want to go to a bar.  Generally, I just roamed the streets or dozed in my car.  But the knowledge that I was enabling Him to get His rocks off with one gorgeous woman after another was so satisfying.  You know how it is, Sam.

I do, indeed!

First of all, I want to say this directly to any straight Alphas who are reading this: if you are not living like this right now, you are missing out on an entire aspect of your rights as an Alpha Male.

I cannot understand why any Alpha Male would pass up this kind of day-to-day worship from dedicated faggots. It simply doesn’t add up in my brain. What straight Alpha Male’s life wouldn’t be enriched by owning a faggot like Michael?

And from this experience, it should be obvious that receiving such worship is not only deserved, but it’s also VERY easy to take. Alpha Eric used almost no effort to get complete service from Michael. Again, any Alphas who are not making use of this natural resource are completely missing the point of Alphahood and its power.

As for Michael, he is living a faggot’s dream life right now. Why? Because he was (a) brave, (b) completely and thoroughly submissive, and (c) thoughtful in how he handles himself.

This saga with Alpha Eric is just getting warmed up, I think. I’m looking forward to the next stage of Michael’s service to these great Alphas!

This is part of a continuing thread isolating the rise of Supreme Alpha Dylan, brother of Alpha John and Master of the faggots Cody , Ethan, and Pinky. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

As the expansion of Master Dylan’s power and control continues to spread, one element somewhat lost in the fray is Master Dylan’s third faggot Pinky.

If you remember from earlier posts, Master Dylan rescued Pinky from his homophobic parents and took him in to live with his other two faggots Cody and Ethan.

Pinky just turned 18 years old, and was a virgin until Master Dylan deflowered him (Pinky hid that fact until after the deed was done). Since then Pinky has been quietly fulfilling his duties while his more experienced (and confident) fag brothers enjoyed most of Master Dylan’s attention.

This disparity bothered my wonderful brother Cody. He was concerned that Pinky was being abandoned and left untrained. Cody knows from years of experience that a faggot’s true purpose comes into focus from the fuck and cum of a Man, and Pinky was lacking that.

So Cody made the wise decision to speak with Master Dylan about the issue. Honestly, these kinds of faggot/Alpha conversations can go in any number of directions; some Alphas might get angry or indignant that they are being counseled by a faggot.

But not Master Dylan! Despite the fact that he can be a little rough, Master Dylan has proven time and again to be truly insightful and caring. And here he was yet again, humbly listening to Cody’s reasoning and seeing the truth of it!

So Master Dylan set aside time for Pinky the faggot last Tuesday (which is ordinarily Ethan’s day to serve, but it was rescheduled due to this emergency.

It began in the morning, with Pinky holed up with Master Dylan in Master Dylan’s apartment. When Cody went over there to perform lunch-making duties, he opened the door to see Master Dylan on top of Pinky and fucking the hell out of him.

So Cody prepared lunch for them while they continued. After he was done, Master Dylan told Cody to “get the fuck out” while he continued to pound Pinky’s pussy.

Later on, Cody received a picture from Master Dylan of Pinky sucking Master Dylan’s cock, of course.

After an entire day and night together, a ravished Pinky stumbled home to brother Cody for some “girl talk.”

Here’s how Cody described it:

So pinky said that Tuesday Dylan used him pretty much all day and between loads (at least six!) he just held him and gave him alot of aftercare. He did what all great Alphas do and made him feel safe according to pinky.

This is critical to underline. Master Dylan has never really attempted to own personal faggots to this degree before, and he’s still learning how to do more than pump them full of cum (which he does naturally with the best of them!).

Said Cody:

So Dylan knows about pinky’s dad being a fuck face so from what pinky told me Dylan did alot of real good positive reinforcement with him. I asked him if he cried (cuz I know him that good!) and he said yah but said Dylan just held him really tight and told him he was a good faggot over and over.

So perfect!

When Pinky came home Tuesday night Dylan had a couple loads up his ass that he let me slurp out as my reward for helping. Tasted so good!!! Pinky and me talked the rest of the night and swapped Dylan’s load back and forth kissing each other. I don’t really know how to describe it but it was really magical and I feel closer to him. Ethan wasn’t around either which made pinky more open. He was upstairs cuz John (Master Dylan’s brother) was over and needed release.

Beautiful!

THE AFTERMATH

Master Dylan’s wise actions last Tuesday have made significant changes in the dynamic of his Kingdom. There is more cohesion between Master Dylan and his faggots.

And little Pinky now has a place in it.

Said Cody:

So then Wednesday Dylan came home and used pinky and me. He had pinky show off what he had learned in front of me (like sucking Dylan’s cock the way he likes and taking his dick actively and not just laying there like a lazy bottom). I was so proud of my brother!!! After dinner he sent us away cuz Wednesday night is his night with Ethan so pinky and me just hung out. He’s a changed faggot after Dylan REALLY broke him in a good way!

Pinky now has a voice, and isn’t so afraid to use it:

Like last night he was more vocal about what he wanted to us. Dylan was fucking Ethan and pinky spoke up and actually said that he wanted some of that dick too, so Dylan grabbed Pinky and fucked him!

This marvelous episode really underscores what a great Alpha does for his faggots. He transforms them, gives them purpose, provides safety and approval so they may blossom into cherished slaves that honor him.

The great Alphas of this blog have all been this way – Master Dylan, Master Nick, Master Kyle, Sir Rob, and on and on. These powerful Men change lives from the greatest of us down to the least of us.

Even a shy, inexperienced faggot like Pinky can be made new and given a special place in a world of Gods.

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

Well, I apologize. Several days ago I received the email from Michael the faggot that formed the centerpiece of the post I finally managed to write last night (CLICK HERE). Since it didn’t sound like any new developments were imminent, I thought I would have some time before I would need to update Michael’s story.

Nope! I forgot that events happen pretty quickly in the life of a professional live-in faggot!

In last night’s post I made this prescient statement:

“I do believe it is inevitable that Eric will use Michael sexually soon. I can only imagine what that will be like!”

Goddamn do I know what I’m talking about! This morning Michael surprised me with this smoking hot update!

Well, Sam, you were right; it was inevitable. I’ll get to that in a minute.  But first, a little bit about Eric.  He is spectacularly gorgeous:  perfect skin (tending toward the olive, like He had an Hispanic relative a couple of generations back; but His hair is very blond and the contrast with His skin is breathtaking.  He has a handsome face — not movie-star handsome, but very masculine, with perfect features.  He stands a little over 6 feet tall, and has, I would guess single-digit body fat percentage.  He is muscular, but not bulked out.  Perfectly defined (although clearly His co-workers in the office don’t see His physique).  But He has, even though when this Summer started He probably wasn’t aware of it, the perfect Alpha Male bearing. 

After He started His internship, He would tell me things like, “Gee Michael, the people at the office are so nice.  They bring me coffee several times a day, take me to lunch. And I’m only the kid who runs the Xerox machine.”  One day He said that the Big boss had invited Him to his club to play tennis.  I explained to Eric that He wasn’t in high school anymore.  He was in the real world and this is how Alpha Males are treated in the real world — served, worshiped even.  I explained that ordinary people have a need to serve Alphas, to worship them, and to do things for them. 

I explained that for some people, namely faggots, it is their life’s mission, their purpose for living, to serve Alphas and to make their lives easier, better, and more enjoyable. 

“Like you,” He asked,  “ironing my shirts and shining my shoes and doing my laundry.  Are you a faggot?” He asked.

And then, out of nowhere, “Do you suck my brother’s cock, faggot?”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”  (We had slipped into a different conversational mode, and it seemed totally appropriate for me to call this teenager “Sir.”) 

“Then you can suck mine, faggot.”  He had just returned from the gym (I had paid for His Summer membership at a neighborhood gym, as He found the workout room at our apartment building inadequate. He was in His workout shorts.  I knelt before Him and slipped His shorts down.  He was wearing a jock, and I could see Him starting to get hard through the pouch.  He smelled wonderful — teen sweaty.  I pulled off His jock revealing His awesome perfectly formed, perfectly proportioned cock.  Not huge, but big enough to be memorable. 

I realized this was an important moment. 

I started by licking up and down the length of His glorious prick.  Then I switched to sucking His generously-sized balls, sucking first one in, then the other, then both (a true mouthful).  Then I engulfed the full length of His prick in one gulp, well into my throat.  And then over the next 15 minutes or so, I repeatedly brought Him to the brink, and then backed off.  And when He finally rocketed off, it was an easy 5 or 6 massive blasts of cum, straight down into my stomach.  He was breathless when it was done.  When He could finally say something all He could say, over and over was “oh my God.” 

And so, another Alpha Male comes to truly realize the entitlement of Alpha-hood.  And the world is just a little bit a better place.

BRAVO!!!

I almost leaped up and cheered when I read this account! Here’s what I wrote back to Michael:

Michael,
HOLY FUCK!
Goddamn my instincts almost never fail me in shit like this!!! I could smell it coming in the air like an approaching spring rain.

It has really been incredible what your one act of courage has wrought in your life! This entire situation mushroomed from that one bold approach! 

But it’s not just that. Your attitude and matter-of-factness about your purpose is what makes them comfortable, too. I know because your approach is EXACTLY how I do it. I smiled so broadly when you related how you explained Alphahood to Eric because that is almost word-for-word how I explain it to straight Alphas I’ve seduced (like my recent Uber episode I related on the podcast).

Anyway, I’m really fucking proud of you, and so proud to call you my brother! Your Dad raised one amazing faggot!

I italicized a couple of parts on Michael’s account. One emphasizes the wording to use when discussing these matters, and one emphasizes the mindset necessary to really succeed as a faggot.

I explained that for some people, namely faggots, it is their life’s mission, their purpose for living, to serve Alphas and to make their lives easier, better, and more enjoyable.

By explaining the truth about faggots to straight Alphas in such a matter-of-fact way, we help them to understand that this is simply a natural part of the Hierarchical Order. It helps them accept the fact that faggots exist to serve and please them.

I realized this was an important moment. 

Whenever we as faggots have the opportunity to service a straight Alpha, we must have this mindset. It is a privilege to introduce these Alphas to the service of faggots. We can’t be lackadaisical or lazy about it. We must bring our “A-GAME” and really go over the top to give them mind-blowing experiences. After all, we will be their first faggot experience – make it one that they will want again and again!

My brother Michael is absolutely a faggot cut from the same cloth as I am. His overwhelming success in service is a testament to this approach, one I have practiced during my 22 years in service and preached constantly on this site.

But wait – there’s still more coming! Michael sent me a follow-up email:

Thanks my brother.  my experience with teen-god Eric has been just one amazing adventure after another.  I will write more when I have time (He’s keeping me pretty busy) but suffice it to say that of all the Alpha Males I have known, Eric has picked up on and asserted the rights and privileges of Alpha-hood quickest and most comprehensively.  Still, there is not an arrogant bone in His body.  He is in no way narcissistic.  Just pure, natural All-American Alpha god.

Hang on tight, everybody!!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot groomed by his Alpha father and who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas. He began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since we’ve heard from Michael, the brave faggot who began servicing many of the straight Alphas who live in his apartment complex. The last time he checked in he told us about how his service to the first apartment Alpha Jake had deepened and increased in intensity. It seemed like the pinnacle achievement of an already ideal faggot situation.

But, as often happens with Alphas, the intensity level can always be shifted into a higher gear.

I’m just going to let my dear brother tell you what’s happening now:

Sam,  It’s been a while since we’ve communicated.  It seems that my role in life is to bring out the Alpha-ness of the Alpha males that surround me. 

You’ll remember the Alpha I have called Jake (not His real name) — the guy who first started me on this adventure of serving the Alpha males in my apartment building during the quarantine.  (Well, the quarantine is pretty much over now around here, but the guys still require service from time to time when their girlfriends are not “willing.”)  Well, it turns out that Jake has a younger brother (I’ll call Him Eric) -18 years old, just graduated high school, coming to the city for college, but has an internship this summer — and a TOTAL ALPHA. However, His Alpha-ness is only slowly emerging under my guidance. 

He needed a place to stay, but His brother Jake was unwilling to have a roommate in His one-bedroom apartment, so Jake told Eric that He could use my (one-bedroom) apartment.  So Eric has moved in.  I immediately offered Him my bedroom, changed the sheets, and put fresh towels in the bath, and I am sleeping on the couch, or more often the floor.  Because Eric has to look sharp for His internship, I iron His shirts every day, make sure His suit is pressed and wrinkle-free, His shoes are shined. 

He is not demanding of these services but He accepts them.  I am hopeful that He will come to understand that He is entitled to be served and worshiped.  He is totally straight, and I have not yet been able to convince Him that He is not gay if He lets me suck His cock, but I am hopeful that He will come around.  As you know, Sam, a faggot must be ever vigilant for an opportunity.

I mean, what can I say???

This is pure Alpha entitlement at its most primal. These Alpha brothers realize (without verbalizing it) that Michael is a faggot and born to serve them. Ordinary Men would balk at the idea that they would move into another male’s apartment with them and that male would not only sleep on the floor (in his own place) but also serve them … but these Alphas are not only comfortable with it, but they also EXPECT IT.

In my reply to Michael’s message above, I advised the following:

Here’s what you do: ask his older brother if he has discussed the sexual use of faggots. This might push the older Alpha to indoctrinate his younger brother (if he hasn’t already). 

I do believe it is inevitable that Eric will use Michael sexually soon. I can only imagine what that will be like!

This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!

I wanted to share this little experience with my audience to give everyone a feel for what it’s like to be the owned faggot of a straight Alpha Male.

Alex, one of the (currently) three faggots owned by straight Alpha Nick, had the privilege of sleeping in Master Nick’s bed last night after giving him his nightly blowjob.

Alex awoke this morning to the feeling of Master Nick’s cock head pushing into his hole. Alex instinctively flinched.

“Hold still, faggot,” growled Master Nick.

So Alex wisely stopped moving. Master Nick pushed his enormous dick into the faggot’s pussy and started fucking it hard.

After just a few minutes, Master Nick pumped his load into Alex. Then he pulled out.

“Clean it, faggot,” said Master Nick flatly. Alex obediently turned around and sucked Master Nick’s cock clean.

“Good job, faggot,” said Master Nick, and he left the room to start his day.

I want to emphasize that Master Nick does care about his faggots. They aren’t just sex toys to him.

But ultimately a Man must be satisfied. His balls need constant emptying. This is especially true of Alphas like Master Nick.

So when Master Nick needs release, the holes in the house are not safe. And they belong to him. He takes them and uses them at will.

I asked Alex how he felt afterward.

“Glowing inside.”

Amen, little brother!

This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!

With Chin now moved to Montreal to serve Master Jin, Master Nick returned home to his three remaining faggots (Yul, Alex, and Lee). They were all grateful to see their Master, and each faggot received attention from Master Nick’s cock as a reward.

Now, for most Alphas, owning three faggots might be more than enough. But Master Nick isn’t like most Alphas. He’s an Apex Alpha, and his power is virtually limitless.

Yul had been bringing little virgin Oliver around the house, and Master Nick saw the cute faggot. Master Nick was immediately taken with Oliver’s fuckable mouth. He wanted to take possession.

So Master Nick ordered a cage last week for possibly caging Oliver. But Master Nick wasn’t fully convinced he needed to take on another faggot. After all, training a new faggot (especially a virgin fag) can be time consuming.

Indeed, a full week passed after the departure of Chin before Master Nick finally decided to cage Oliver. So little Ollie was called to the house for dinner last Saturday in what has become a ritual caging ceremony under the reign of Master Nick.

When Ollie entered the house, there was a chastity cage on the table. Master Nick immediately ordered Ollie to strip naked while his new faggot brothers watched. Then Master Nick locked the chastity cage onto Ollie’s little fag clit and balls.

After that, Master Nick informed Ollie that he had a week in the cage to decide if he wanted to become Master Nick’s property. Then Master Nick opened his pants and showed Oliver his enormous Alpha cock so that Oliver would subconsciously understand who rules the house. Master Nick then had Oliver kneel and deeply inhale the scent of his cock and balls through his underwear.

Once that ceremony was completed they all enjoyed dinner and cake together to celebrate!

Interestingly, despite his initial hesitation, Master Nick was thrilled to cage Oliver and begin ownership of him. Master Nick said he was excited while caging the faggot, thinking, “this is now my property.”

In fact, Master Nick was so excited that he spent Sunday fucking the hell out of his three faggots!

In the coming week Oliver will move into Master Nick’s place and begin sucking Master Nick’s dick and swallowing his cum. So begins the process of fag ownership that Master Nick has absolutely perfected.

I know my little brother Oliver is in good hands! The best hands!

There comes a point in a married straight Alpha’s life when he must make a choice – do I remain faithful to my wife, or do I pursue other people to dominate? This test is Hierarchical and is designed to separate out Alphas from the beta flock. It’s something I discuss RIGHT HERE.

Alpha Rob is a 25-year-old straight married Alpha. His only experience with faggots occurred once when he was in high school when a old fag neighbor sniffed his balls through his pants while they were drinking in a garage. In other words, a fairly typical straight Man.

But he’s also Alpha. And, like all Alphas, Rob craved worship and service from truly submissive people besides his wife. It’s that lion-like need to rule that often consumes an Alpha’s life.

Then one day while searching for porn Alpha Rob stumbled across fagsworshipalphas.com. Then, he began listening to the Hierarchy podcast. And it all clicked into place for him.

He contacted me and we began to exchange ideas. He expressed a natural understanding of Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots in relation to him. He also began to entertain the idea of using faggots as another avenue of Alpha expression.

Well, it didn’t take him long! Here’s what he told me the other day:

Just to help you understand, this is the dick Alpha Rob pulled out for the adoring crowd:

Magnificent!

What’s so impressive about this is Alpha Rob’s supreme confidence in that situation! Faced with a hungry crowd of faggots, he faced them down and dominated them like any Superior Man would!

I asked him how he felt afterward.

This is the ultimate goal of this website – to teach Alphas and faggots the truth about their purpose and help guide them to fulfillment. It’s especially gratifying to help married straight Alphas come to this understanding. I really wish Alphas wouldn’t get married, since I believe it is impossible for any true Alpha to remain faithful to just one female. But being married is just a hurdle to the ultimate goal – unlimited power! True Alphas leap over that hurdle just like Alpha Rob did here.

Now I suppose Alpha Rob is gearing up to breed a faggot’s pussy next. He’s also discussed possible ownership of a faggot. We will see where his path leads!

He left me with these kind words:

What a treasure it is to serve great Alphas like him!

Over the course of this blog I have met quite a few straight Males who have struggled with Alphahood. By “struggled,” I mean they have felt that surging desire for dominance and power all true Alphas feel, but are hesitant to fully accept that part of themselves. Society and the people in their lives discourage that mindset or frown upon it, and this causes them to pull back.

What a shame when that happens! It’s like having a key to a vault of riches and then carelessly dropping it into a raging river, lost forever.

But occasionally I have been privy to witnessing a straight Man come to this understanding of his Alphahood and then embracing it with gusto! That glorious transformation has happened again in an Alpha we shall refer to as Dom Milwaukee.

When I first met Dom Milwaukee, he was expressing frustration about his unappreciative and unresponsive girlfriend. Like most females, this girlfriend didn’t want to truly submit to him and definitely didn’t properly value his cum.

Things came to a head when this girlfriend discovered that Dom Milwaukee was selling his cum to a local faggot for $100 per load (the faggot would keep the cum in a bottle of Ranch dressing as a cover!). Apparently she was angry that a faggot so highly prized what she treated with disrespect!

So after listening to the Hierarchy podcast episode about cum, Dom Milwaukee broke up with this unappreciative girlfriend and took ownership of a cocksucker!

A King’s life, at last!

I wanted to share Dom Milwaukee’s extraordinary “Alphahood statement” to me.

Been using a cocksucker – a resident medical PA and closeted faggot – that also monitors your blog, fascinated for my “superior seed factory” brought a funnel and a syringe for measuring exactly what I played off as above-average loads.

The meaning of Alpha is now something I identify as and stand tall when receiving gawks freeballing or swimming. It clicked for me as 14ml of baby batter settled; I have a few pics that I shared with the ungrateful princess’s ‘father’. Disappointed about the breakup he left a voicemail yesterday to confess he saved the bed sheet from the first night I snuck in her backdoor with high school-level eagerness and he heard us, months before I thought we were ‘caught’.

The service from true cum worshippers has made me realize the error of letting my ‘germ-line’ drip down thighs even as a marking. Bought a plug (for maximum absorption) and a dicklet cage for the sissy, while the truth is I simply believe in reinforcing inferiority… Something that took some time in an age of equality and dismantling privilege. I said it was because I wanted the fuckmeat to feel uncomfortably full, like a ‘in my shoes’ type of reasoning.

For those reading this, Faggot Sam or others that a hierarchy forms very organically… The PA does little gestures that a well-trained woman would scoff at. As I work from home he works the mouthful of each ball clean as my alarm clock and runs a Fetlife group for wanton ladies trouble having rugrats. Never pull out and leave a legacy, every drop is sacred and breed/fed the world better than you left it!

Absolutely glorious to see!

This is my response to him:

“Master, this is probably as impassioned of a statement about the appreciation of Alphahood and the power of cum that I’ve ever read!

Yes, cum is the essence of YOU, a superior Man! It’s a shame that it took you until now to really appreciate that fact, but now that you do … LOOK OUT, WORLD!

Most of all, I adore the fact that you are no longer settling for anything less than pure worship!

Men settle. They make compromises for a piece of pussy that’s “good enough” or for one female that has the right twinkle in her eye at that moment.

And when they settle, they surrender all of the rights and privileges due to being true Kings in this world. They give up an extraordinary life for an ordinary one. They’re a guy who trades in a Lamborghini for a station wagon for no reason other than it’s more practical. If you’re a powerful wizard, you don’t lock your wand in a vault for safe keeping … you use it to create MAGIC.

Men who pull back from their Alphahood or fail it like that are equivalent to the pretenders who tried to pull the sword from the stone and couldn’t before King Arthur did it. Men who shrink back from their true destiny or refuse their rightful power do not deserve it. They will forever be beta males wandering in the twilight of failure.

But not you, Master! You have reclaimed your Alphahood in the most dramatic of ways, and it is glorious to see! As a faggot, I revel in this newfound power within you and praise you endlessly for rescuing it from the pit of mediocrity!

Rise up, Master, and claim everything that is yours in this life! Pull the sword from the stone and claim your throne!”

Some Alphas win this battle within themselves. It’s a battle they should never need to fight, but one society foists upon them.

And when they do come off victorious, the world rejoices! We need more true Kings, more true Men to guide us and lead us!

But ultimately, this victory isn’t just for the Alphahood of Dom Milwaukee. It’s a victory for MANHOOD. It’s a reinforcement of the Hierarchical standard of Manhood and its proper placement in the Natural Order.

As a faggot and natural slave to my Hierarchical superiors, I am grateful for this victory. It confirms my place as much as it confirms his.

Now Dom Milwaukee will rule his life as he was meant to! He will own servants to tend to his needs and females to feed his lust for breeding. And, best of all, he will be looked up to as a GOD.

Just as Nature intended!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This is part of the continuing story of Chin, a remarkably honest and brave faggot who embraced his truth and submitted to his college roommate Alpha Jin. He subsequently became the first faggot for four straight Alpha Males and coached multiple faggots. You can see all of Chin’s inspirational stories by CLICKING HERE!

Today, Chin left Master Nick and his three faggot brothers for a new life. As I’ve mentioned, Chin decided to move to Montreal for further schooling and resume service to his first Master, Jin. It’s a brave decision on his part given the incredible security and guidance of Master Nick that he leaves behind. But Master Jin is more than capable of continuing Chin’s training, especially given the fact that Master Jin largely laid the foundation for Master Nick in the first place.

Even though Chin dearly loves Master Nick, his heart yearned to be with his original Master, the straight Alpha who took his virginity and first cunted him. You never forget the first one.

And that’s true of Alphas and their first faggot. Master Jin has been in a relationship with a female since he moved away, but deep down he wanted to have his faggot back under his control again. He missed the service, of course – the convenient holes to fuck, the domestic work, and constant worship. But his soul also missed the ownership of a personal faggot. Once a straight Man experiences that, it’s hard to forget it.

Now, with Master Nick’s gracious blessing, they will be together once again.

Last night the “family” had a going away party for Chin. They had cake, and exchanged cards. There were many tears. The four faggot brothers have been through a lot together over the last ten months. They’ve discovered the wonders of cunting together, embraced the service of two straight Alphas as a cohesive unit, and dealt with serious issues like rape and transgender identity together. They grew together. They learned about true brotherhood together. Yes, there were many tears last night.

After the party, Master Nick took Chin into his bedroom and rutted him into unconsciousness, cunting his faggot one last time. It was an unforgettable statement, a branding of Chin’s pussy that left it tingling even the next day.

Today Master Nick drove his faggot Chin and his belongings to Master Jin in Montreal. Chin told me Master Nick was very quiet on the ride. A straight Alpha of tremendous emotional depth, it’s likely very hard for Master Nick to surrender a high-quality faggot like Chin. Yet, in a show of great Protector Alpha wisdom, Master Nick did the kind thing and took the loss so that Chin and Master Jin could be reunited. Master Nick is amazing that way.

Undoubtedly, Master Nick shares my respect and wonder for what Chin’s faghood has accomplished in just a handful of months. Chin has been the “first faggot” to FOUR straight Alphas in the past year, and that has led to the deflowering and ownership of at least three other faggots (Yul, Alex, and Lee). Think about that!!

All of those life-changing events … from one faggot’s pussy!

It all happened because Chin took his faghood seriously from the beginning, and viewed his commission as a servant of Men as his primary purpose in life.

I have updated the “Tree Of Chin,” a graphic I made that details the connections that all lead back to this one bold and focused faggot.

I consider Chin to be my greatest faggot success. He is a brother truly after my own heart, a faggot who most-closely reflects my approach toward service. And, like my many years of service, Chin has demonstrated resounding success.

I’ve never been prouder.

I know Chin is about to find new levels of fulfillment under the focused attention of Master Jin. I will be there beside him every step of the way, cheering him on and singing his praises for the rest of my life.

I love you, my little brother Chin!

sam

This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE! 

Let me begin this monumental post by stating this: Master Nick, the straight college Alpha who discovered fag ownership last fall in part through this website, is an unparalleled human god of limitless power, compassion, wisdom, and genuine goodness. His journey toward Apex Alphahood has been the most astounding Hierarchical achievement I’ve ever witnessed. He is a Protector Alpha unequaled among Men. He has significantly changed the faggots who have come under his care … and he’s changed me as well.

So this post, like all things here, is dedicated to him and his unending glory.

This wide-ranging post is titled “Transformation” for a reason, because many profound changes are happening in the Kingdom of Master Nick. And, as always, he is handling these changes with fairness, kindness, wisdom, and benevolence. If the God of the Bible showed the kind of qualities found in Master Nick, many more people would be drawn to believe in him.

So let’s begin.

SEPARATION

Master Nick is a straight Alpha Male. Like most other straight Alphas who own/use faggots, Master Nick is still attracted to females and enjoys romantic relationships with them.

The entire time Master Nick has owned faggots he has been seriously dating a female. And, much to his credit, he kept the two sides of his life seamlessly separated. He was able to drench his four faggots with daily doses of his cum, and then also keep his girlfriend satisfied as well. It’s really a credit to his power that he was able to maintain that type of life for so long when so many lesser Men would’ve crumbled.

As I wrote recently (HERE) some ignorant faggot contacted Master Nick’s girlfriend and informed her about Master Nick’s harem of live-in faggots. This understandably caused a firestorm between the two of them, and Master Nick did his best to assuage her concerns.

But the trust was broken, and there was no returning to their former happiness. And ultimately, Master Nick knew that he owned these precious faggots, and he loves owning them. So the couple broke up a couple of weeks ago.

GOODBYE, AND HELLO

Recently I mentioned that Chin, the Patient Zero faggot of this entire Toronto experience (remember “The Tree Of Chin”? CLICK HERE), was planning on moving to Montreal for school and to reunite with his first Master, Jin. I guess I figured that move was going to happen later this summer.

Nope. It’s happening next week.

In a move of stunning magnanimity, Master Nick volunteered to drive Chin five hours to Montreal to start his new life in service to Master Jin once more. Master Nick will stay the night at Master Jin’s place (and likely breeding Chin with him) before driving five hours home.

Why is Master Nick taking this extraordinary step? “Chin is my faggot and my property, so I want to make sure I deliver him to Jin properly,” said this beautiful Alpha.

Words truly fail me when trying to capture the wonders of Master Nick. The fact that he would take personal responsibility for the safe delivery of Chin to his new (albeit old) Master is mindblowing to me. Faggots simply don’t receive this kind of tender affection from Alphas of any variety, and especially not from straight Alphas.

As for my brother Chin, he is in safe hands. Master Jin is eager to have his faggot back under the same roof so he can have a cumdump ready to take his cock whenever he needs to unload, in addition to all of the other services Chin readily supplies. Master Jin also has a girlfriend, but as he and Master Nick have noticed, girls don’t please Men the way faggots do.

So it looked like Master Nick’s Kingdom might be reduced to three faggots. But of course, Nature has a way of restoring balance …

WELCOME, OLIVER

Yul’s good friend from college is a young virgin named Oliver. Recently Yul has been bringing Oliver around the gang at the house, and eventually Master Nick spied the attractive little kid. “I keep thinking about Oliver’s lips around my dick,” was one of Master Nick’s earliest expressions to me about Oliver.

So it was inevitable that Yul would influence Oliver to allow Master Nick to claim him as another one of his owned faggots. A week ago Yul took Oliver out and waxed him completely smooth (Oliver loved the feeling!). Then Yul had Oliver try on some of the female panties in his growing collection (which Oliver also loved). Deep in Oliver’s soul, a new feeling was emerging – the desire to be deflowered and owned by Master Nick.

And Master Nick is quite keen to do it, too. He’s ordered a chastity cage for Oliver (an exact replica of Yul’s) in preparation for ownership. If you’re keeping score, Oliver will be the fourth faggot deflowered by Master Nick’s enormous cock in just under ten months.

ABOUT YUL

A few weeks ago I mentioned that there was an issue in the house regarding one of the faggots struggling with a personal issue. Well, I’ve been given permission by “the family” to discuss it now.

For some time Yul, one of the steadiest faggots in the house, has been dealing with transgender issues. These were poorly understood before, but the more Yul was bred by Master Nick and feminized (like wearing panties, etc.), the stronger were Yul’s desires to transition into a female.

So troubling were these powerful new emotions that Yul began resorting to cutting himself. Normally the most agreeable of faggots, Yul was suddenly acting out. Master Nick didn’t notice these things at first – he was busy dealing with an enraged girlfriend – but soon the issue became unavoidable.

I gently encouraged Yul to go confess his issues to Master Nick. Yul was terrified of that idea, afraid that Master Nick might throw him out of the house. But I had complete confidence that Master Nick would do the exact opposite.

So Yul humbly told Master Nick about his desire to become a female, and about his recent episodes with cutting himself. It took a lot of courage for Yul to do that, and there were many tears shed that night.

And Master Nick, as he often does, not only met my expectations, but exceeded them. He immediately called and set up an appointment to see a counselor at school to discuss Yul’s transgender issues. Then Master Nick signed them up to join a group of local transgender people.

And through all of these meetings, Master Nick was right next to his faggot Yul. Master Nick even held Yul’s hand to comfort him throughout the entirety of their first group session!

I asked Master Nick how he handled the meeting. “It was very uncomfortable,” he said matter-of-factly, “but Yul is my faggot and I need to support him.”

Then Master Nick added this: “I have a lot to learn, and I need to grow.”

I feel confident in saying that there is no Alpha straight or gay on Master Nick’s level. I have served some of the best Men I’ve ever known personally, and none of them could comprehend the depth and breadth of Master Nick’s Alphahood. It’s like Master Nick is playing 20-dimensional chess while all other Alphas are playing Tiddlywinks.

He’s so far beyond the barriers of our world that even God is struggling to keep up with him.

All I know is that my faggot brothers living with him and serving him every day are the luckiest faggots to ever live and breathe on this big, beautiful planet.

And Master Nick makes me so very grateful to be a faggot alive today. As an experienced faggot, I’ve seen good and bad Men. I’ve experienced a lot of joys and terrifying moments at the hands of those Men. So when I say that Master Nick is the greatest Alpha I’ve ever known, I say it with complete confidence and conviction.

One of the great gifts of surviving my brush with death from cancer two years ago was meeting Master Nick. He is the dream come to glorious life, the ideal, and the reason we serve.

He is a King, Our King. My King.

I’ll kneel forever at his feet.

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

It’s been a little while since we’ve had any exploits from Sir Rob, the Apex Alpha father of young GOD Master Kyle. Why? Because he was doing what every Protector Alpha does, helping those in need during the recent coronavirus pandemic! I’ve never been prouder to know any Alpha more than I am proud to worship Sir Rob. Truly inspirational!

Of course, the pandemic wasn’t going to last forever, unlike Sir Rob’s limitless sex drive! So once he managed to wriggle free of his life-saving work in the medical field, he shifted back into BREED MODE almost instantly (as most Apex Alphas do!).

Of primary interest to Sir Rob were the stories his glorious son Master Kyle told him about the next-door wife and her cuckold husband. As you might expect, Sir Rob wanted a piece of that hot action as well.

Alright, so the first time I fucked her I had so much cum in me my balls were overflowing with my thick man syrup. It was the morning after I just got reunited with my family and I had sex all night with my wife but I needed more.

So I went over, and that slutty neighbor opened the door. She was looking delicious. I presented myself as Kyle’s dad and immediately told her I knew what they’ve been doing. At the same time her husband walks in and says “holy hell you’re huge!” It made me laugh a lot. I walked up to him and told him I knew my son was cucking him and I was going to do the same. He fell on his knees and told me “please do Sir” I remember thinking that Kyle broke him good.

I took the wife’s hand in mine and I made her sat down on my lap on the couch. We started kissing and I played with her breasts while her cuck husband watched. I got hard very quickly. She kneeled between my legs and started sucking me off. I then ordered the cuck to lick my balls, taint and ass and then fetch me a condom when I’ll say so. He submitted. His wife was looking at me right in the eyes while sucking me with the eyes of a cock hungry slut.

I told her husband to put the condom on my cock. I was fingering his wife while he did so. He had only his old condoms so it stretched over my cock, covering my dick about half way and was stretched to the max. I made his wife ride me and he licked my balls and ass while we fucked.

I then took a bath with the slut when I came, busted two more loads. We went to the bedroom, two more condoms full. I then told the cuck to fetch a glass and I emptied every single condom in his glass, then made him drink it. He did. Like a good cuck. His wife then sucked my cock again and I gave her a nice load right from the tap to drink.

I then left, and fucked my wife twice at home.

AWESOME! But he wasn’t done, of course:

Then a few days later, I walked in their house to find Kyle already there, making the slut suck him off. I just stood there for a second, proud of my boy.

I then undressed, kneeled and started eating her out. She squirmed at the touch of my tongue. After a while, Kyle busted a load but made her continue sucking him.

I put on a condom, and started fucking her right there. I made her orgasm and Kyle and I switched places. We did that for a bit, alternating between fucking her throat or pussy, before I got my cock in her ass. We DP her and both busted at the same time while she came on our dicks. We switched places and did it again. It was a real bonding experience as both father and son but also alphas.

We made her suck our cock clean and I left the condoms for the cuck to eat (he was out when we were there).

We then got home and played football together. I could tell Kyle was happy to have done that with me, and I was very happy too.

Do you feel what I feel from this story? The sense that we are simply playthings of gods like Sir Rob and Master Kyle?

Apex Alphas rule the planet!

All I can say is we are incredibly blessed to be ruled by Men like these two. And for me, they are owners so firm, yet so tender and kind.

They are truly the best of us! The greatest of Men!

I thank Sir Rob for allowing us to experience his incomparable power, wisdom, and goodness!

This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE! 

The title of this post is a direct reference to an old saying that goes something like this:

“If you love something set it free. If it comes back it’s yours. If not, it was never meant to be.”

Great change is coming to the Kingdom of Master Nick, and, as always, he’s handling it the way any great Protector Alpha would.

First of all, Chin – Master Nick’s first faggot – will be changing schools at the end of this semester and moving to Montreal for more school. This works out well, because Chin’s first Master, Jin, lives near the school.

So Master Nick and Master Jin conferred over a long phone conversation. Of primary interest for Master Nick was the continued development of Chin as a faggot. Like Master Nick, Master Jin is a big believer in chastity for faggot control and training. It was decided between them that Chin would remain in chastity under Master Jin’s watchful eye.

And so Master Nick gave his blessing on the move. Chin will be moving to Montreal in the coming months and staying with Master Jin as his live-in faggot once more! (side note: Master Jin currently has a girlfriend, but he has assured me that he doesn’t think owning Chin will interfere with that relationship.

Just focus on this point: Master Nick lovingly took Chin into his Kingdom after Master Matt failed, and made Chin one of his most valued possessions. And now he is setting Chin free so that he might grow and develop under Master Jin’s focused training. That is the quality of a true Protector Alpha!

But there is more, and it’s sensitive.

One of the four faggots owned by Master Nick is going through some difficult emotional turmoil right now. I’m not going to mention their name or discuss the problem in specifics due to its sensitive nature. But I will say that the issue is very complex and difficult to handle.

I discreetly asked a couple of Alphas (including California Alpha) how they might handle it, and they said they would dismiss the faggot until it managed to get through its issues.

BUT NOT MASTER NICK! Once he understood the depth and complexity of the issue his faggot was handling, he pledged to take his faggot to see a specialist this week, and vowed to stand by his faggot as he solves these issues!

Words cannot properly convey my profound pride, gratitude, and AWE I feel when considering the actions of Master Nick this weekend. THIS is the standard by which all other Alphas shall be judged.

Our greatest Men stand up in moments of our greatest trouble. They defend the defenseless, console the broken, and vanquish the wicked. They often do these tremendous things without even fully understanding or relating to the core issue. They simply act for the sake of righteousness.

That’s Master Nick. He is a straight Alpha who may not fully understand all of the issues facing his faggots or why they do what they do. All he knows is that he owns them – they are his property – and he will defend them and support them with his very last breath.

If you’re ever looking for proof of God on Earth, look nowhere else except at Master Nick. His strength, power, and goodness will never be supplanted, and is forever.

This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

The title of this post is a bit misleading. Master Kyle, the godly Apex Alpha son of Sir Rob, has barely been quarantined during the recent pandemic scouring the globe. He’s been breaking the quarantine rules daily while going next door to breed his slutty neighbor and cucking her husband (more on that later).

Of course, silly little global pandemics mean nothing to a 17-year-old GOD with the dominant sex drive of several football teams combined. So as Canada began easing restrictions on their pandemic response, Master Kyle came out of hiding in a BIG WAY!

Here is the story:

It should be noted that this faggot, named Timmy, was the very first faggot Kyle claimed after his father introduced him to the use of faggots.

I asked Master Kyle about the special kiss on the head. He explained that he feels some special affection for Timmy the fag since it was his first. SO SWEET! Seriously … Master Kyle is a dream Alpha!! I am blessed just to know him!

Anyway, enough fan-girling! On with the story … so immediately after visiting Timmy, Master Kyle went to his second faggot’s house:

THIS IS HOW TO SHOW A MAN RESPECT!

MASTER KYLE IS GOD!

I considered calling this post “Master Kyle’s Legacy Tour” because he basically spent the day traveling around his town and hitting his favorite venues!

But what about the neighbors?

It sounds like we might have an announcement soon on whether or not Master Kyle has impregnated his neighbor!

INCREDIBLE!

Even better, Master Kyle stepped up his control over the husband he cucked.

Master Kyle is unspeakably powerful! The confidence he radiates could power a small industrialized nation!

AND HE ISN’T EVEN 18 YEARS OLD YET!

When I sit down to pee with my chastity cage on, I think about this GOD MAN in Canada for whom I wear it. It is my way of honoring true Men like him.

That, and chronicling his glorious and blessed life here, too!

Thank you, Master Kyle! My god! My King!

A few days ago I received a beautiful little message on Snapchat from an Irish faggot named Conor. He said this:

Hey. Fellow faggot here. I just wanted to thank you for all you do. Seriously your writing helped me come to terms with being a faggot at a time when I was trying to repress and I was living with my homophobic parents. Your website and tumblr encouraged me to accept myself and to put myself out there and serve as a faggot. I’m currently quarantined with my Gorgeous Alpha of six months and I was so happy this morning after he cunted me I was almost crying. So after while I was making Him breakfast in bed I just decided to thank as many people as I could who have helped me realize I was a faggot. So thank you so much faggot Sam. Thank you for all that you do in educating both faggots and sometimes even Alphas (my Master wasn’t worried about locking my useless appendage until I converted him by showing him some of your posts on the topic!). I’m currently 18 and who knows how long it would’ve taken for me to accept my faggotry without you. In conclusion, Thank you for everything!

Well, I couldn’t let that go unnoticed, so I started a lovely conversation with my brother. And what I discovered was a story about a boy struggling against the truth about himself, and his ultimate triumph in finding a natural-born Alpha named Master Alex to worship.

Here is his story:

I really remember that one of the first times I realized I was gay was when I was about 12 in the changing rooms after PE. Being around all those sweaty half naked guys made my flap hard. But because it was a conservative catholic all boys school I decided to do my best to repress it.

And so eventually I sorta moved my way into a friend group and when I was 14ish I met a girl through that group. She became my girlfriend. I really really liked her as a person and so I thought I could just be with her and concentrate on getting hard whenever she wanted to do something sexual.

This is almost identical to my own story, as I’ve said in the past. It’s pretty typical for faggots to attempt some sort of “normal” life, typically resulting in failure.

It kinda worked for a bit. At least when she would give me a blowjob I could pretend it was a man. But the first time she wanted to do full on vaginal penetration I just couldn’t stay hard. I was so fucking embarrassed. I kept trying to get my flap up for like 15 min and it was some of the worst most awkward 15min of my life. Broke up with her literally 2 days after that.

Again, pretty typical stuff.

I should mention that at this point I was forcing myself to watch straight porn except on weekends when I would allow myself some fag porn. I was just so self hating you wouldn’t believe.

Anyway after that break up I’d kinda proven at least to the other lads in my friend group that I wasn’t a faggot (since they were casually homophobic and I would join in). And I kinda just told them that there wasn’t a whole lot of girls that were as good as she was and managed to get away with not dating for a while.

Ah, yes. The dating ruse in order to throw straight homophobes off the scent!

But we can’t escape or hide from ourselves …

Anyway I think that it was around this time that I found an unopened dildo in the upstairs of my granny’s house (where my uncle and aunt were living at the time) in my aunts attic space. For a 15 year old self-hating fag I just couldn’t resist it and stole it taking it home by hiding it between my ass cheeks on the car ride home! God I was such a little faggot! It was such a great dildo. It was one of those super realistic one with veins and it was 6 inches (I measured!). On top of that it vibrated. The first time I fucked myself with that dildo whole watching fag porn I kinda knew there was no going back.

After enjoying the dildo for a number of months after I got back from a school tour one day I was horrified to see that the place I’d left it was gone! My dad had thrown it away! It was one of the most humiliating things ever to happen to me. He gave me this fucking god awful talk about how he knew I was just confused and that he knew that I wouldn’t disappoint our family by continuing down that “life path” as he called it.

So in order to make me more of “a Man” he told me that I was gonna sign up for our local rugby club. I fucking hated it at first since I’d never been a fan of sports. But I came to love the sports mainly thanks to my teammates. They were the first guys I could truly call my friends. The best thing was that there was already an openly gay guy on the team and they were totally accepting! I mean they gave him shit about sucking cock and liking it up the ass but you could tell it was all in good humor. He also had to turn around when everyone was getting changed and having showers! This might sound mean but the guys took it as a laugh and you could tell they genuinely liked and supported each other no matter what.

For a young faggot, this kind of support from straight Males is literally like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. You feel like you’re on top of the world.

When I was 16 I came out to them and they made me feel so accepted. At 16 I was also super getting into tumblr and that when I discovered a number of blogs discussing faggots and alphas and masters. Your blog was one of the first ones I found. I loved how long and detailed you went into every aspect of faggotry. It was such a useful tool for educating myself.

It was then that I finally totally accepted what deep down I’d known all along: I was, and am, a faggot.

Believe me, I am humbled beyond words whenever I hear things like this from people, whether they are faggots or Alphas. It’s the whole point of this website and my work.

I was spending as much time as possible away from my parents house at this point, sleeping over at friends etc. I also signed up to Grindr and started fully hooking up with guys. I took my first real Man’s cock up the ass a week or too after my 17 th birthday. I was a real slutty fag that first year! But it wasn’t really fulfilling getting filled with all that meaningless cock.

My little brother Conor learned this lesson much earlier and faster than I did! My slutty period lasted much longer!

Luckily my savior was right around the corner. Last summer before I started college I met Him. My mate from rugby introduced us cos he knew we were both gay. He was his cousin. 22 years old a fellow rugby player. I’m gonna call Him Master Alex cos I don’t wanna use his real name without permission. We went out for coffee in early November and it escalated from there. We hit it off immediately. We made each other laugh. We like the same shows and music. He had black hair and the most sexy blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He was a sexy muscular hunk. I was and am in love. I remember being so nervous thinking “please don’t be a bottom, please don’t be a bottom”! You wouldn’t believe the relief when he said he was a “total top”!

The first time we fucked. I knew it wouldn’t be the last as cliched as that me be to say. It was true. I remember afterwards him ordering me to make him some food and bringing it down to him like a good little fagwife and feeling so at peace. I just wanted to do his laundry, iron his clothes do anything to serve him. And I did and continue to do so.

Incredible triumph!! It just goes to show that being brave and honest with oneself can lead to a dream moment in life! But it gets better:

Anyway, though I know money should never be a factor when choosing a man to serve as a faggot, I’m lucky to say that Master Alex co owns a plumbing business with his brothers and Dad(who is absolutely lovely btw!) and so he has an apartment all to himself. I moved in just after Christmas. I collected my basic necessities from my parents house and I was free.

I know at some point I’m going to have to go back and deal with my parents. But for now lemme just say I’m glad there’s a quarantine. And another thing the whole quarantine made me so nervous because I was worried we weren’t gonna be able cope being stuck inside with each other all the time so suddenly but it’s genuinely been one of the best experiences of my life once I learned how best to serve him and to just do whatever he orders me to to please him.

It’s such an inspirational story, isn’t it?

After digging down further, I discovered that Master Alex is truly a Supreme Alpha of the best kind – the kind who knows it without needing to flaunt it.

Yes, more or less. (Master Alex) firmly believes that all relationships have a sub and a dom to some degree. He just took charge from day 1. Well at least day 2 definitely. Our second date was going to the cinema and he asked me what movie I wanted to see and I told him Ford vs Ferrari and he basically said “you can watch that another time. We’re gonna watch the Irishman.”

Pure Alphas like Master Alex deserve an adorable, devoted faggot like Conor (yes, I’ve seen a picture)! It’s PERFECT!

Stories like this one reinforce the absolute truth of Hierarchy. Our souls cry out for our proper place within it, and finally finding it leads to unbelievable peace!

I am so grateful to my sweet little brother Conor for sharing his true story of courage, honesty, and victory! It’s a journey I’ve shared in my own life, and I wish it for all of my faggot brothers out there!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

I think many readers were inspired/jealous/amazed by the story of Michael, the faggot who basically offered his way into service to a bunch of Alphas in his apartment complex. It is absolutely one of the most impressive faggot stories I’ve ever featured on this site. Many of you undoubtedly wondered how Michael became so devoted and single-minded in service to Alphas.

As I have discovered, Michael learned about the truth of his existence from his Alpha father, a remarkable and very wise Master named Steve.

One fateful day Master Steve upended his son’s world with a startling revelation:

i was maybe 14 or 15 years old.  i had a crush on the guy who lived next door.  He was in my high school, a couple of years ahead of me.  He was gorgeous, 6 feet tall broad shoulders, blond hair, tanned, always smiling.  Everyone in school liked him and looked up to him.  He played on the basketball and baseball teams, was always on the honor roll.  He had amazing confidence.  One day, while my dad and i were doing some yard work, i told my dad that i wanted to be just like Brian. 

My dad stopped what he was doing and just said directly, “You can’t be like Brian, Mike.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked.  So my dad explained: among all the men in the world, very few of them are Alpha males.  They are Alpha Males by the nature of their genetic structure, personality, what have you.  They are born that way.  They do nothing to become Alphas.  You can’t learn to be an Alpha, you can’t practice.  “You either are or you are not,” my dad said.  He went on to say that he could tell just by being my dad, that i am not an Alpha Male.

What a stunning moment! Imagine being a 14 year-old boy and told this by your Alpha father!

Master Steve wisely dropped that first taste of truth and allowed it to sink into Michael’s mind and soul. However, what came next was an even more powerful truth!

It took me quite a while to process what my dad had told me about Alpha Males.  Even though i had started high school, i was really quite immature about things sexual.  i kind of put the whole business in the back of my mind as i tackled school work. 

It was maybe months later when i again raised the issue with my dad.  i told him that i had been thinking about what he had said that day in the garden.  “And what have you been thinking?” my dad asked. 

“Well, i have been thinking about Alpha Males and Brian, and i guess i understand that if i can’t become an Alpha like Brian, i can still try to be Brian’s friend.” 

“Of course,” my dad said, “but you need to understand that just as fate had laid out this role of Alpha for Brian, fate has also laid out a special role for you, son, as a faggot.” 

i was shocked.  i had heard the word before and when i heard the word used, it was never in a good sense. 

But before i could protest that i wasn’t a faggot, and that my dad, of all people shouldn’t be calling me that, my dad, said: “Stop right there. Everything that you have heard on the street about faggots is wrong, is prejudice, is adolescent boys talking bullshit about shit that they know nothing about.” 

And then my dad commenced to tell me things about what my life would be like that just blew my mind.

Hearing that truth from his Alpha father cut like a knife. But then Master Steve connected the dots for his faggot son in the most direct and beautiful way:

My dad told me that faggots existed in order to serve Alpha Males; that faggots looked for ways to help Alphas, to make their lives easier.  My dad explained that faggots did this because they got a kind of sexual charge out of doing things for Alpha Males. 

What was shocking about this was that my dad was explaining exactly what i was going through at that time.  i had started to make friends with Brian at school.  He would let me sit with Him and His friends in the cafeteria.  Once Brian kind of idly said, to no one in particular, that He would love a coke out of the machine that was in the school lunchroom.  He wasn’t asking anyone to get it, and He didn’t get up to get it Himself.  But i just went to the machine and bought Him a coke.  And i got kind of a hard-on bringing the coke back to Him. So, when my dad said that faggots did things for Alphas for the sexual charge, that really resonated with me, and my ears perked up so to speak. 

But my dad went farther in his explanation.   He explained that a faggot would perform a service for an Alpha not so much for the sexual high, but because that is what faggots do — that is their purpose.  The sexual high is a kind of bonus for the faggot, but that the faggot’s real satisfaction comes from the knowledge that his service pleases the Alpha.  i found this a little difficult to wrap my mind around.  But with experience, i would come to understand exactly what my dad was talking about. 

What a concept to unwrap for his son! Considering this was 10-12 years ago, Michael’s father was really unloading principles that the internet hadn’t quite popularized yet! This just goes to show that the Alpha/faggot dynamic is an ancient one understood at a fundamental level by Men.

Then Master Steve opened up his faggot son’s eyes to the possibilities:

That was how he taught me,  He focused on the teen Alpha next door, Brian, who i really admired.  Dad knew this.  A few weeks after i bought Brian a coke at school and my dad and i had the first talk about how a faggot serves, i mentioned to dad that Brian’s mom, who was a single mom, had set up some rules in their house — essentially, Brian had to take care of himself: clean his room, do his own laundry clean up his breakfast dishes, that kind of stuff. 

My dad just said to me – and i remember his words exactly because they essentially set a template for my intro into real faggotry – “don’t you think that Brian has more important things to do with his time than clean his room?” 

i thought about it.  Of course he does.  Brian could spend extra time in the gym fine-tuning his incredible body. Or fucking his girl friend.  Or hanging out with his buds at the burger joint.  But the point my dad made was not that i would clean Brian’s room because i wanted to, and not because i freed Brian from doing that task, but because it made Brian’s life richer.

With that one instance, my dad instilled in me the essential creed of the faggot:  i do my Alpha’s laundry, or wash His car or scrub His bathroom floor, not to relieve Him of that task, but to enhance the joy of His life — to make His life richer, more pleasurable.  And that is how my dad followed my progress in my early years as i explored the dimensions of being a faggot. 

This is the lesson, the one that needs to be embraced by all faggots everywhere. It’s a lesson that this great Alpha Male had the wisdom, insight, and compassion to instill in his beloved faggot son. What an incredible, unforgettable gift! It was, in fact, pivotal and life-changing in the deepest of ways!

And just imagine the struggle that Master Steve must’ve felt within himself! To look at his son and see the reality that his son – the fruit of his Alpha loins – was actually a faggot. It had to be difficult. But rather than cry over what was lost, Master Steve instead embraced what he found, and made it the best he could!

EPILOGUE

Years later, there was a beautiful moment that summed up the unprecedented relationship between Master Steve and his faggot son Michael:

It was some years later.  i already was in college, doing well, playing intercollegiate sports, and in service to my Alpha roommate.

i was talking to my dad while at home on a break and he asked, as he was prone to do at that time, how i was making out as a faggot to my roommate (i kept no secrets from my dad).  i told him it was great, i really felt complete and fulfilled by my service. 

He said he was glad to hear that, and the conversation drifted to my high school days and my earlier forays into faggotry.  i said that i really, really appreciated what he did, that he set me on the right course, and that he enabled me to feel good about myself and my role in life. 

And my dad said, “Mike, that’s what fathers do.  They prepare their sons for life.  I taught you how to tie your shoelaces, how to hit a baseball.  Why wouldn’t I teach you how to be the best fucking faggot you could possibly be?” 

This post concerns the ongoing saga of California Alpha, one of the earliest and greatest Alphas I’ve ever chronicled on this blog. If you need to catch up, click here for every post about this glorious Man!

More than a year and a half has passed since I last heard any serious updates from the legendary California Alpha (August 30, 2018 to be exact – CLICK HERE). California Alpha is a bit like the Halley’s Comet of this website, periodically lighting up the sky and firing the imagination for but a brief moment, then disappearing into the blackness once again.

Two days ago I was blessed by another appearance of my powerful Master’s presence, and we had one of our typical text conversations while he lounged on a beach with his brother under quarantine.

THE FAG FARM

Before I get into the main topic, I wanted to update my readers (some of whom keep asking) about California Alpha’s proposed fag farm, a large property California Alpha purchased north of Los Angeles, California in order to house about 30 of his faggots.

It seems the deal almost fell through at the beginning of the year because the state wouldn’t approve certain licenses California Alpha sought for the property involving its use. However, as wealthy, connected Alphas often do, California Alpha pulled some strings and got the approvals he wanted. The fag farm is now in its design phase!

SONS OF ALPHAS

The Alpha Gene (if we want to call it that) runs powerfully through California Alpha’s entire bloodline. If there ever was a case to be made for genetic Alphahood, California Alpha’s lineage would be exhibit “A”.

It seems that California Alpha’s oldest child, Dale, is now thirteen years old and very much an Alpha like his father. When Dale was around nine years old, he came to California Alpha and told him that he felt different from his friends at school. Dale was bigger than they were, and more aggressive. They seemed weak to the budding Alpha, even at that age, and it was making him curious.

So given that knowledge from California Alpha, Dale proceeded to enslave his first faggot at age nine, a childhood faggot friend who served as Dale’s first cocksucker. Since then, Dale has been experimenting with fag fucking and the like while also pursuing girls.

But after telling me about Dale’s progress, our conversation turned toward a seldom-discussed topic: California Alpha’s early grooming by his own Alpha father, a powerful Man named Mike.

And so it was that Master Mike taught his son California Alpha about his own use of faggots, and it sparked the need within him – a need all true Alphas have – to own and use faggots as part of their Kingship.

And now California Alpha is passing on that legacy to his blossoming Alpha son Dale!

I have chronicled so many stories like this that it’s obvious that Alphahood is (a) genetically inherited, and (b) groomed. True Alphas understand this heritage and have deep respect for upholding it among themselves. They sharpen one another, protect one another, and occasionally police one another.

I, for one, am so glad that this sacred commission is being curated by California Alpha’s bloodline! He remains one of the most astounding Alphas I’ve ever known, a Man of deep conviction and respect for his Alphahood. The fact that he was given the tools of this trade by his father, and now he’s passing it onto his son … it’s breathtaking.

Our world is safe in their hands.

This is a thread specifically highlighting the Alphahood of King David, the second brother of the three Alpha brothers of faggot Nicki. CLICK HERE for all of his stories in chronological order!

Occasionally in life you encounter certain people who take your breath away. They arrive in your life like a sudden lightning storm, wreak havoc on your life, and leave you stumbling in awe.

Alphas are very often just like that. We cannot take our eyes or our minds off of them, they consume us completely, and leave us hungry for more. We turn them over in our minds, studying the many brilliant facets of their perfection, and wonder to ourselves how they could even be real. Master Kyle is one example of that for me.

Alpha David, the 21-year-old brother and Master of Nicki the faggot, is another.

Going into the story of Nicki’s enslavement by his three straight Alpha brothers, I fully expected the Apex Alpha to be the oldest brother Erik. After all, he was the Alpha who aggressively started this entire journey six years ago.

But Erik and younger brother Sven are straight Alphas who are content to use Nicki when they need to get off. David, however, needed more. His need for dominance was triggered by the use of Nicki. The Beast inside him hungered for more than one faggot.

Fortunately, the faggots around him sensed this growing power.

It just happened. After we had started to sexually use Nicki we realized that he was also willing doing other things for us, especially for me. I can do anything I want with him and he will still thank me. I also had a friend who offered to do my homework for me. Eventually I realized that he was also a faggot, and how useful faggots are.

However, even two faggots weren’t enough for his growing hunger.

I now own 12 faggots. Five are caged so far. They have to report to me daily. Some I use more often, those are the caged faggots, they must report every six hours, the others at least once a day. Sometimes I give them tasks to do, like go to the restroom, take your pants off and send me a pic, or go to this place sand suck this guy off. Or get your clit out on the bus, or pee in your pants and send me a pic.

Master David whores out his faggots when he’s not fucking them, which, along with the income from whoring out Nicki, provides him with a nice steady income.

While controlling this enormous kingdom of faggots, Master David also manages to maintain a steady relationship with one girl and has multiple female fuck buddies on the side as well.

There is no steady rotation in place for how Master David breeds his faggot army or his harem of females. “It depends on my mood that day,” said Master David nonchalantly.

As a 21 year old Alpha, Master David needs a lot of holes, and his faggots are more than willing to take his cum. “I’m horny 24/7,” said Master David, “and I just love shooting my loads into them.”

But even with so many options at his disposal, there is one constant: Nicki. “Nicki gets my cock every day. You know he’s living with us. Of course he doesn’t get used when girls are around.”

Somehow his girlfriend remains oblivious to the true Kingdom her powerful Alpha boyfriend has built for himself.

She knows that there are guys who do things for me, she doesn’t understand about the sexual component of our relationships or the power I have over them. She thinks they just like me a lot.

Here’s the scary part: I think Master David is just getting warmed up.

Some Men are simply born differently. Their hunger for power and control is overwhelming and undeniable. Even in a family of Alphas, Master David stands apart as something different. I sensed it the moment I began talking to him, that raging electrical storm of Alpha supremacy surging in every word.

And he has left me, like so many other faggots in his wake, shaken and breathless.

This thread follows the story of Nicki, a 19-year-old faggot serving his three straight Alpha brothers Erik, David, and Sven. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Yes, the incredible story of Nicki the faggot and his three brothers I told you the other day was absolutely true! I had many people questioning me after I published it, claiming that it was an elaborate fantasy either concocted by me or Nicki.

Nope. All true.

I spent most of this week having various in-depth and separate conversations with all three Alpha brothers. What I uncovered rocked my understanding of Hierarchy down to its very foundation stones.

To keep things straight, here are the four brothers in order:

• Erik: 23 years old
• David: 21 years old
• Nicki: 19 years old
• Sven: 17 years old

Since the story began with Erik (as was recalled in the previous post), I asked Erik to relate how he decided to introduce Nicki’s fag service to the other brothers.

Well at the time we talked a lot about our cocks, we found it fascinating that Nicki was so small and one day, David wondered again how Nicki could be so small, because everyone in our family has a big cock, our father, uncles, cousins….EVERYONE. I told David that Nicki was a cocksucker and he asked why I would believe that … I told him to come into my room in the evening, I would prove it.

Well, David walked in when Nicki was sucking me off. I told him to come in, Nicki would suck him off, too. He entered when I shot my load into Nicki’s mouth and David got his cock out. Nicki seemed a little confused but I could see how he eyed David’s cock. I’m sure his mouth was already watering. So he sucks David off, when David suddenly cries ‘I want to fuck his ass!!!!’ I said ‘then you should’ and pulled Nicki’s pants down. I spit on his ass because we didn’t have lube and David pushed in. Nicki, as he realized what was happening, tried to fight us off, but of course, he didn’t have a chance. I held him, and I had put my hand on his mouth. David pushed in and Nicki tried to cry out, but he couldn’t lol. Then David fucked him and, after a while, Nicki stopped fighting.

When David had finished in him I took my turn on his ass. It felt even better than his mouth. It was the first time I fucked a pussy. It felt incredible, though it was quite messy. I felt so powerful. Incredible.

Here was 13-year-old faggot Nicki getting gang-fucked by his two older Alpha brothers. After that night, Nicki was servicing them almost daily.

The two Alphas thought they had scored by discovering a convenient cocksucker right in their own house, and attempted to keep the secret to themselves. However, crafty 11-year-old budding Alpha Sven had been carefully listening to his brothers brag about Nicki.

Said Sven:

One day they were talking about what they were going to do with (Nicki) when I walked in. It took a while till they realized I was standing there, but then I played it cool and told them I knew everything and they should share their toy with me. Otherwise, I would tell mummy.

OUCH!

With no choice, they brought little Sven and his eight-inch dick in to fuck Nicki with them. It was Nicki’s first piece of pussy, and needless to say Sven loved it.

OMG … I was his slave master, his god, his king! I felt terrific!

Sven was also surprised to realize that fucking his faggot brother didn’t make him gay:

I’m not gay. I didn’t feel attracted to him. But I loved the power to do with him what I want.

Now that all three Alpha brothers were using Nicki’s holes, David (the Apex Alpha of the trio) took the lead in enslaving Nicki further. Nicki began assigned room cleaning duties in addition to the sexual service he was providing them. The brothers also discovered that neighbor boys would pay them money to take turns using their faggot brother, thus beginning a tradition of whoring out Nicki that continues down to today.

Around this time Alpha David really began to branch out and exert his Alphahood, eventually amassing 12 other faggots (five caged) under his control (there might need to be a supplemental article just focusing on this extraordinary Alpha).

When their parents would leave the house on a trip, the Alpha brothers would use the opportunity to really utilize their power over their helpless faggot brother. During these times Nicki wasn’t allowed to wear clothes, sit on the furniture, or eat with kitchenware (dog bowl only). David and Sven often humiliated Nicki by spanking him, calling him names, and pissing on him (Erik had no interest, preferring only to fuck his faggot brother’s holes). They even have their faggot brother lick their assholes!

Nicki’s complete compliance with all of this rough treatment led Sven to ask me, “What I don’t understand. Why does he do this??? I mean, we sometimes treat him really badly, we humiliate him….why doesn’t he just walk away? He could.”

I replied: “He’s a faggot, Master. He was born this way, with a need to serve in whatever way he’s commanded. Pleasing you this way brings him fulfillment”

“I like that,” said Sven.

Nicki currently lives with Erik and David on campus at a nearby college (Sven will be joining them next year). Nicki wakes both brothers with blowjobs in the morning, and is expected to take care of any loads they might need to dump throughout the day. Nicki also cooks and cleans. The two brothers also whore out Nicki around campus for the rent money.

All three brothers have a slew of girlfriends they fuck regularly, but they still love using their faggots just as much, if not more. Especially Nicki. “Nicki has the best pussy,” said Sven.

As someone who has studied Hierarchy all my life, I’m not sure I’ve ever encountered an example so deeply illustrative of exactly what lies at the heart of Hierarchy.

As I often say, it’s about one thing above all else: POWER.

When viewing life through the lens of Hierarchy, every other consideration is eliminated. Love, family ties, social and economic status, and even sexual attraction – all meaningless concerns when compared to the primary need for (and surrender of) power.

And that’s precisely what makes this story so compelling. For Erik, David, and Sven, the use of their brother Nicki (and other faggots) is all about the power they receive from every encounter. It’s deeper than blood ties, family concerns, or even ideas about sexuality or sexual attraction. It’s simply power.

These three Alpha brothers followed their Hierarchical instincts, the drive that we all have within us to assume our proper place within the Hierarchy. Their place is at the top, and Nicki’s is one the bottom.

And that’s all that matters.

This thread follows the story of Nicki, a 19-year-old faggot serving his three straight Alpha brothers. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I don’t know what to make of the direction this blog has taken recently, but it’s been intriguing, to say the least!

Inspired by the recent posts here about the relations between Alpha and faggot brothers, a 19-year-old faggot named Nicki contacted me about the situation he’s been handling for the last six years: serving as the faggot slave for his three straight Alpha brothers!

Nicki is the third in line in his family’s set of brothers. They are arranged this way:

1. Erik (+4 years older)
2. David (+2 years older)
3. Nicki
4. Sven (-2 years younger)

Everything changed for Nicki six years ago when he had a fateful encounter:

When I was twelve I walked into Erik’s room, and he sat on his bed, only wearing a shirt and I could see his big cock in his hand. I stared for a moment, because it was so big and I wanted to leave again but Erik told me to come in. He asked if I’d like to touch it. Of course I did. It looked so powerful on him. He moved my hand up and down, then he asked if I’d like to taste it? I asked how and he told me to go on my knees. He put a hand on my head and he moved it to his big gorgeous cock. He shoved it into my mouth and told me to close my mouth, but I should watch my teeth. OMG, it felt so amazing in my mouth. I could taste his precum (I didn’t know it was his precum then), and I loved it all. He told me to go up and down, use my lips, my tongue, and he moaned so loud. He said that my mouth felt so much better than his hand. Then he pushed his cock down my throat and I gagged and choked on it. He didn’t stop though. He got faster and faster, till he shot a big load inside my mouth. This tasted so good! I held it inside my mouth, it felt so precious to me. Erik said I should swallow it and I did.

He said I was a good boy and from now on I was his personal cumdump. From that evening on I slipped into his room every evening before I went to bed to suck my brother off. And I was looking forward to that special moment, when he would get his beautiful cock out and let me taste it, every day. Well, at least that’s the way it went for a few weeks….

This might be a fairly typical phase of experimentation at that age, but things quickly escalated:

After a few weeks, I was blowing Erik, when David walked in. He was surprised to see me on Erik’s cock. Erik told him to come in and close the door. ‘He will suck you off, too.’ he told David. David came in and Erik shot his load inside my mouth. ‘Get your cock out!’ he told David. Then he told me to suck David off. For a 14 year old, David’s cock was already big and meaty. Mouth watering! I closed my lips around him and tried to please him as I had just done with Erik.

‘I want to fuck its ass!’ David exclaimed. Erik started to laugh. ‘Then you should take its ass!’ he laughed! David was hard and Erik pulled down my pants. I cried ‘no, please don’t’ but Erik already had spit onto my ass and David’s cockhead was about to enter it. I tried to fight them off, but Erik held me as David pushed his cock inside my ass. He pushed in really really deep and it felt incredible, though it hurt. He fucked like a machine. I still can’t believe it was his first time, but I think it was. He came inside my ass, then Erik had his turn on my ass. He fucked me even harder.

At this point I had stopped fighting. I had surrendered and let them do what they wanted. I understood that this was my place, that I was their cumdump. My dicklet wasn’t like theirs, and they pointed that out to me every day. When I was 13 I felt the need to stroke myself as David fucked me, but he slapped me so hard and told me to NEVER do that again. I never touched myself again. 

One common thread to these stories about Alpha brothers using faggot brothers is the very aggressive, almost rapey element to them. I wonder if the uninhibited aspect of brotherhood allows (or even encourages?) this type of non-consensual sexual play.

After some months pass, the third brother (just developing into his Alphahood at an early age) came into the mix:

I had been Erik’s and David’s sex toy for a few months when they told Sven about it. He then watched them using me and he soon had me sucking his cock, which already was bigger than mine, though I was two years older. He fucked my ass the first time when he was 11!

From then on I got used on a daily basis by all three of them. By then I had accepted my place in the hierarchy. I knew my brothers were real men and that I would never be one. Erik said nature had had a plan by giving them big cocks and me only a very tiny dicklet not pee with.

And I knew it was true. 

Another truth about Alpha brothers is the fact that their competitiveness often extends beyond their inner circle. They want to brag to their friends about their conquests.

A truth fag Nicki was about to learn:

So this continued well about a year. My brothers used me whenever they felt like it, which with three brothers was daily, and I enjoyed my role. It made perfect sense to me, why I was to be at their feet serving them. 

Then, I was 13 now, David told one of his buddies how they are using me, that I’m their (sex) slave (I also had to clean their rooms, do things for them). He didn’t believe it, so next time my parents were away over the weekend, he stayed with us. It was a rule, that when our parents were away I had to be and on the floor. I wasn’t allowed to use the furniture and I was fed from a dog bowl. My brothers enjoyed the power they had over me. So when their friend stayed that night I also was naked. He noticed my little dicklet and made fun of it. His cock was big, too, not like my brother’s, but nothing to be ashamed of. He told me to stand in front oh him and he touched my little clit. He had to laugh so hard, and I felt even smaller. Erik explained to him, that my clit was too small to be of use for anything else, but pee, and that it was clear nature made me a faggot, and he got his large cock out and held it near my small clit. I was so ashamed.

“Get on your knees and show Sverre what your purpose is,” Erik told me and I got on my knees and got Sverre‘s beautiful cock out. I sucked him off, while Sven fucked me from behind. Sverre blew his load inside my mouth and I swallowed it. He was very impressed. Then Erik fucked my throat and David took my ass. Later Sverre also fucked my ass. They were fucking and humiliating me for the next hours, and at a point Sverre suggested they should make me available to some of their friends. They all thought that was a good idea, and during the next weeks and months more of their friends got to fuck and humiliate me. 

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the brothers got the idea to take the whoring out of Nicki to an even more extreme degree:

So my brothers, now my Masters, chose to share me with their friends. That went well and my brothers did ask favours in return. One day an older neighbor tried to molest Sven. Instead of telling our parents he got the idea of whoring me out to the man, I still looked a lot younger than I was, and the man also believed them that I still was a virgin. I don’t know how much he paid, but he was allowed to touch my genitals and I had to blow him. The first time Erik was there to watch him, but after that they agreed, that I would blow him every Saturday afternoon. My brothers shared the cash. Next was a neighbour at our Summer house. First he paid for bj’s, later for fucking me. 

So after six years of that, where are Nicki and his brothers today?

We’re living together, we’re at university, except for Sven, who’s still living with our parents, but who will move in with us next year. I’m responsible for the rent being paid, so they’re whoring me out so I can make the money. I’m also responsible that everything is clean, I do the shopping and cooking. I’m not allowed clothes at home and I’m not allowed to using the furniture. If I’m not cooking, cleaning, doing things for university or doing other things I must be on the floor, kneeling at their feet. They bring home girlfriends and for some girlfriends it’s fun to see my small clit or to watch how I get used by my brothers. 

I’ve never had any brothers, and, to my knowledge, none of my friends with brothers ever had anything like this happen to them. But it’s clearly something that happens when you get true Alpha and faggot brothers going through puberty under the same roof.

One can only hope that such extreme experimentation doesn’t lead to problems later on in life.

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

We last heard from little Alexander as he was taken by his new Master Simon to stay a weekend at the home of an actual slave Master named John. I was waiting anxiously for an update from either Alexander or Master Simon about this extreme training exercise, but they were strangely quiet. I began to worry that something may have gone wrong.

But finally Alexander managed to pull himself away from his homework long enough to recount his two-day experience living under the control of a brutal, real-life slave Master!

Here’s what the faggot said:

Master Simon took me to Master John on Saturday morning. He led me into his dungeon and I had to undress. He didn’t explain anything, but I was told on Thursday that I was only allowed to talk when I was asked, a slave obeys. Master Simon asked again, if I was really sure that I want to stay the weekend and I said yes, I want to. Master then drove away and I was on my on. It was a bit scary, but I really wanted to see what it is like and I was glad Master gave me the chance to find out.

Master John told me to kneel, then he put on a heavy metal collar around my neck and put a chain on it, he restrained my hands behind my back, and then he did the most terrible thing. He shaved off my hair!!! I really do love my hair and I cried a little, I think I was also panicking a little, because I realized that I’m alone with him now, and I wished Master Simon had stayed, but then I thought Master Simon would have never left me alone with someone he didn’t trust, and I pulled myself together and told myself that my hair will grow back.

He took the chastity device that I had told you about (CLICK HERE) and put it on my clit. Oh Sam, that was scary. I got hard and he somehow forced it inside and the spikes really did hurt a lot. Don’t get hard, boy, was all he said. Then Master John put a hood over my head – such a rubber thing – it was very tight and it had a dildo inside that went down my throat. That was very uncomfortable, I found it hard to breathe, but I couldn’t even tell him.

Next, I felt a lot of pain on my nipples and I realized that he had put on nipple clamps. It did hurt so much and I wanted to cry out but I couldn’t. I only choked. Oh, because of the hood I couldn’t see anything. I only felt the pain on my clit and on my nipples and I was afraid I would choke, but again I told myself it would be fine. I didn’t know much about Master John, but I trusted Master Simon.

Then he led me to a cage, of course I first didn’t know that he led me there, but I felt it when he moved me in. It wasn’t very big and I had to be on all fours, he restrained me, so that I couldn’t move and then I felt lube on my ass and I thought he’d going to fuck me now, but it was a dildo that went inside. Have fun, he said, I’ll look after you again tomorrow morning. With that he left and I was panicking inside again. I had so many questions, but everything around me was dark. I was scared again, but then I told myself that I need to drink and eat and that he MUST come again before the next morning.

Time passes very slowly when you’re alone in the dark. I drooled and I tried to concentrate on breathing, but I had so many thoughts running through my head, excitement and fear, I thought about Master Simon and that I actually hardly know anything about him, but deep inside me I knew I could trust him. And I already missed him so much.

Imagine being in this situation overnight, caged on all fours with a masked hood on and dildos in both your ass and throat! Terrifying!

After many, many hours, at least it seemed to me, for a moment I really thought the next morning had already arrived, I heard Master John approach. How is my new slave doing? he asked. Is it comfortable enough? I tried to say something but I couldn’t. He pulled the dildo out of my ass and his cock went inside. Then he fucked me. The fuck seemed to last forever, then he shot his load inside my ass and put the dildo back in. With that he left. I was so thirsty and I also needed to pee so badly.

After hours of waiting he came back. He pulled out the dildo and put in an assplug, a really big one. Then he got me out of the cage. He told me to go on all fours, as slaves aren’t allowed to walk, and he led me somewhere else. I was still wearing the hood and couldn’t see a thing. He told me to kneel, then he put off the hood. I could breathe again. He grinned. I wanted to tell him that I was thirsty and that I needed to pee so badly, but I got slapped as soon as the first word came out of my mouth. Slaves aren’t allowed to talk, he said, and slapped me again. And it was not like when Master Simon slaps me. This really hurt. He pointed to the floor. Now I realized the other slave was there also, kneeling on the floor as I did and I realized the bowls on the floor. One was with water, in the other was something indefinable, apparently we were supposed to eat this. Our hands were still restrained and Master John said You have three minutes. Go! With that his slave was at the bowl, eating as much from this as he could. I was still baffled, but then I understood that we only had three minutes and I tried to lick up as much water as I could. The ‘food’ in the other bowl looked and smelled so disgusting I couldn’t eat it. Master John then said “Finished” and kicked the bowls away.

Then he led us into his garden and the other slave lifted his leg to pee at a tree. I realized that was my only chance to pee and I did the same. Then Master John led us back into the dungeon. The other slave was bent over some kind of wooden thing, and restrained. I had to kneel on the floor and watch. Master John got a belt and started to beat the slave. After a while he changed to a paddle, then a whip. Every stroke seemed to hurt me as well. When Master John was finished with his slave he put him back into his cage. Then he told me to take the place. I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to obey and I bent over that thing and got restrained. I expected Master John would beat me now, but instead he fucked my ass again. After he had cum he got the paddle and spanked my ass. OMG, this did hurt so much!!! I only got ten strokes , but I was crying and I was begging him to stop after the first stroke.

Then the hood came back on me, with the dildo down my throat and I felt him putting weights to the nipple chain. Then I was put back into the cage, restrained, dildo inside my ass. I couldn’t move. My ass was still hurting and my clit tried to get hard in the spiked cage and caused me a lot of pain.

Just reading his recap makes me sad for the little faggot! I practically winced while reading this!

Again it seemed like hours and hours till he got me back out again. He led me through the dungeon and up stairs. Then he took of the hood again. To my surprise it was still daylight. He sat on his sofa and told me to massage his feet. I needed to pee so badly again, but I didn’t dare to ask. I kneeled before him, massaged his feet, then he fucked my throat.

He didn’t cum down my throat though, instead, he turned me around and fucked my ass again. I needed to pee so badly and he cunted me. I couldn’t help it, at some point I peed. It was very embarrassing and he didn’t say a thing, he finished inside my ass, then he turned me around and slapped me hard again. He said I wasn’t allowed to pee without his permission, he pulled me over his lap and spanked me. Then he told me to clean up my mess. I wanted to get a towel or something, but he slapped me and told me to lick it up. All of it. I hesitantly licked my pee off the floor, and I knew this wasn’t the last time I’d get spanked.

He fucked me again and then he said it was supper time. His slave had cooked him dinner, now he sat down to have dinner and we had to kneel near him. I realized how hungry I was. I expected we would get his leftovers, but when he was done eating he let us down again and we again got water and this disgusting something in bowls, our hands restrained at our backs. Five minutes he said and I immediately got to the water bowl and drank as much as I could. I didn’t dare to eat what was in the other bowl. It was evening now and I was put into a somewhat larger cage to sleep. The other slave wasn’t there.

So I had spent most of the day waiting in the cage I was really exhausted and fell asleep, though the cage wasn’t very comfortable. I woke up because the cage was opened in the middle of the night. I was pulled out and fucked and put in again.

What seemed like an hour later I was pulled out again and let upstairs. It was still dark outside and Master John told me to clean the bathroom, the kitchen and the living room, but thoroughly. I had my hands and feet restrained and the chain on my collar got attached to a hook on the ceiling and I started to clean. When I was finished with the bathroom he led me to the kitchen. Again the chain got attached to a hook in the ceiling and I started to clean again. I had to clean the floors on my knees and it really hurt after a while.

When I had finished with the living room it was bright day outside. Master John came, leading the other slave on a leash and he took us outside to piss and shit. It was so embarrassing. Then he took us back to the dungeon where he used a hose to clean us. He cleaned out our asses with ice cold water. I was about to cry. I hadn’t slept much, I was hungry and thirsty. Then Master John fucked the both of us.

After that we had breakfast. I only drank the water and Master John said if I wouldn’t eat he would spank me. I didn’t want to be spanked and I tried to eat the food, but it tasted so disgusting, I just couldn’t. I got spanked…

I spent most of the day again locked up in the cage, getting fucked now and then, getting spanked for nothing or for accidentally peeing. In the evening, after I had again refused to eat, he put me back into the cage he said he had paid a lot of money for me and I’d better learn to be a good slave. I looked at him, I didn’t dare to speak, and he laughed and said yes, Master Simon sold you to me. He‘s not going to take you back. You’d better get used to your new life.

He laughed again and put the hood over my face, the gag inside my mouth and I was put into the cage. I didn’t sleep at all. I thought Master Simon wouldn’t do that, but then I thought, I knew nothing about Master Simon. I was scared and I cried.

This might be the cruelest part of this very cruel story. It’s one thing to torture the body, but when you torture the soul, it is absolutely devastating. Making Alexander believe that his first Master sold him into this life of slavery is worse than thousands of lashes with a whip!

It was a terrible night. Everything hurt and I was scared that I would have to stay there for the rest of my life. He woke me again in the middle of the night and he fucked my throat and ass, then back in the cage.

The next morning I was taken out of the cage early and let outside to pee. Then he fucked me again and back into the cage. Then I was taken out again and let upstairs. The hood was taken off and Master Simon was there. I was so relieved that I started to cry!

The nipple chain and the cockcage was taken off. Such a relieve!!! And then I was allowed to put on my clothes and we left. We didn’t talk much as we drove back to Master Simon’s house. We went inside and I undressed, then Master Simon told me to go into the kitchen. He had made breakfast for me! Fresh rolls, butter, cheese!! Everything I needed. I realized how hungry I was and I started to eat. Master Simon didn’t say anything, he just watched me.

Suddenly I felt so tired and I nearly fell asleep over my breakfast. Master Simon said I should go to bed, and I did. I fell into the bed and and asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. It’s so good to be home, I thought.

When I woke up it was already dark outside and I realized that the reason why I had woken up was that Master Simon and shoved his cock inside my pussy and was slowly fucking me. When he realized that I’m awake he fucked me harder. He cunted me again.

Then we got up. He had already made dinner and we had dinner together. He said he was glad to have me back and that I had to tell him all. After dinner I sucked his cock, he fucked my pussy again and then I lay there with my head on his lap, his finger running through my hair and I told him my adventure.

When I had finished he asked if I still had the fantasy about being a slave and I said I’d rather prefer to stay his faggot.

BRAVO!!

I thank little Alexander for crafting this exquisite look into a dark world that exists below the surface of society, even below the seedy underbelly of most BDSM scenes. This is real-life faggot slavery, and it’s REAL. There are Men out there who want to own and use true male slaves and exact their sadistic toll on them.

As a faggot, I’ll never understand why one Man would do that to anybody. I wouldn’t do that to people I truly hate, let alone a little faggot who exists to please me! But, as I’ve often said on this site, the heart of Men is filled with rage and fury and passion. Sometimes it needs to be released in ways we cannot fully comprehend.

Regardless, the “adventure” Alexander endured was a difficult emotional read. I felt like a father watching his son go through a painful medical process and being unable to alleviate his pain.

But ultimately, the experience demonstrated two things unequivocally:

1. Alexander truly loves being Master Simon’s faggot, and he has a new appreciation for the comfort and care of his new Owner.
2. Alexander is about as tough as a faggot can get. He’s bold and fearless and stronger than an army of weightlifters. What would’ve forced manlier Men to tap out did not break Alexander.

I thank my little brother Alexander for this expertly-crafted personal experience. It was harrowing, heartbreaking, and ultimately joyful. Your big brother is proud of you!

love, sam

This thread follows the astonishing story of 24-year-old identical twins Christophe (Alpha) and Dodo (faggot). CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Honestly, when I published the story of the Alpha/faggot relationship of identical twins Dennis and Tim, I thought that would be the most intense and shocking true story I would ever feature on this site.

Then I was contacted by a faggot named Dodo.

Actually his real name is Jacques, but he was renamed Dodo by his Alpha twin brother Christophe when, at age 13, he was claimed as his brother’s faggot.

And here’s the kicker: this arrangement was orchestrated by their father!

I’m going to let Dodo tell the story in its entirety:

We were born 24 years ago. First my brother Christophe, then, thirty minutes later, me. I’m Jacques, but my brother named me Dodo after he had made me his property. I grew up in Christophe’s shadow, though we’re identical twins, he always seemed stronger, more muscular, more talented, braver than me, a King. Everyone loved him but ignored me.

Christophe was my father’s favourite, I was a little girlish, mummy’s little boy. Christophe and my father often went away for the weekend to fish and sail, I wasn’t interested in it. My father also is a very strong Alpha. Someone you can’t ignore, people adore him.

When we were 13 we spent the holidays – as usual – in our country house. My mother was away for work and we spend the days on the lake, fishing (them, not I) while I would read. My brother often teased me for being so girlish and shy, he often grabbed me and crushed my balls, or sometimes he would try to stick things up my ass. He often was a bully, but he also protected me from other bullies. He always told me he was superior to me and I agreed. There was no doubt he was.

A few days after our 13th birthday, our father and my brother had spent the day fishing, while I had stayed at the house reading, and my world changed.

They came back in the evening and they were in a really good mood. My brother had been successful and had caught some big fish, and my father told him several times how proud he was to have a son like him. I could feel something was different, some tension, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Then my father turned to me and said that I – opposite to my brother – had been nothing than a disappointment. He had always hoped I would turn into a man one day, but now that we had turned 13 he had to face the truth. One of his sons was a faggot. I had never heard that word before, but my brother seemed to know what he was talking about. I felt ashamed for being a faggot, because I knew my father felt that way. He continued that at least one of his sons was a real Alpha and he smiled at my brother. I could see how proud he was.

I didn’t know what Alpha or faggot meant, I just knew that Alpha was something to be proud of and faggot something that I should be ashamed about.

My father looked at me. As it happens that your brother is an Alpha and you are a faggot, I have decided that it’s best if your brother will take care of you. Faggots need to be guided and protected by Alphas and your brother will be the best choice for you. I was absolutely puzzled. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Tonight your brother will make you his property. From now on your purpose is to serve your brother in every possible way and whenever he demands it. I expect you to be a good boy and do as you’ll be told,” said my father. Needless to say that I always had been a good boy, I always did what I was told to do and I also did a lot of things for my brother. I was even more puzzled.

(I should mention that my brother had started humping pretty much anything since he had turned twelve. He masturbated daily and he and my father watched porn together. Straight porn. I wasn’t interested in my dick yet, but I loved to put a finger inside my asshole and play around.)

We were in the kitchen and my father told me that I was my brother’s faggot. I was only wearing swim trunks, because it had been a hot day, and my father told me to take them off. Meanwhile I was really confused about all that talking and I hadn’t understood a word, I only understood that my father said he was disappointed by me and it almost made me cry.

My father pulled me onto his lap. “Shhh,” he said, “you don’t need to cry. It’s not your fault, nature intended you to serve your brother. It happens. That’s your purpose, boy, and you will be a good faggot.”

Then he asked me if I ever had touched myself, if I played with my dicklet, like my brother did with his cock. I said that I only touch it to pee and he said that from now on I wasn’t allowed to touch it anymore. It was a clit now, and a clit was only used to pee. I asked how I should pee and he said faggots only pee sitting or squatting, never standing, because they weren’t men. He said men are having cocks and assholes, faggots have clits or dicklets and a pussy.

With that my father pushed me from his lap and told me to show them my pussy. I was so confused I just turned around and bent over for them to see it. My fathers finger probed my pussy and he said that was the most important part of my body. This and my throat. They, and the rest of my body, would belong to my brother now, and he could use them in every way.

I must have had question marks on my forehead, I had absolutely no clue what he wanted from me, but I got a feeling that I knew it.

My father then said I should be a good boy and let my brother take my pussy. My brother had been sitting on the sofa while my father was talking and only now I realized that he had his cock out and that he was stroking it, lubing it up. I suddenly felt something cold on my ass and realized that my father had lubed my hole for my brother. He told me to go on all fours, like a dog. I did what he had told me and then I felt my brother’s cockhead pushing on my asshole.

I felt him pushing inside, then he pulled out again and went back inside. It did hurt, but it also felt exciting. He started to fuck me harder and my father told him to go deeper, fuck me even harder. I don’t know how long he went on fucking me, I somehow, I don’t know how to describe it, I was in another mindset. At a point I nearly passed out and eventually he shot a big load inside my ass.

He pulled out and my father said I was a really good boy and that my brother owned me now. Then my brother stood in front of me and held his still hard cock in front of my mouth. My father said a good faggot would clean the man’s cock after it had been used. I put my tongue out and licked my brothers cock. It tasted like shit and lube and something else. When I was halfway done cleaning it my brother pushed it inside and fucked my throat. So much slime came up, I thought I was going to die. He came inside my mouth and I realized, that this something else that I had tasted on his cock was his cum.

“Good boy,” he said, and patted my head. I felt proud.

I was still on my knees and I wanted to get up, but my father told me to stay, he said he needed to try my new cunt. With that he was inside and fucked me so deeply that I nearly passed out again.

When he was finished he also held his cock in front of my mouth and I cleaned it. I knew what he expected. And I wanted him to be proud of me.

Before I went to bed my brother said that every time he would enter the room, or I would enter a room he’s in I had to go on my knees. My father added that I must call them Sir, of course only if no one else was around.

I got caged soon after that. I was only allowed to remove it for when I had to get naked in school, or I had to see a doctor. I think because of the cage my clit didn’t really grow. My brother’s dick is really big, while mine stayed small. They were identical when I got caged.

Since that day I have been serving my brother. We’re 24 now.

Needless to say, I was floored by this incredible story, all of which was corroborated later in an independent conversation with Alpha Christophe.

Speaking of Alpha Christophe, Dodo told me a bit more about him and their current situation. They live in France together with Alpha Christophe’s girlfriend who accepts his use of faggots. He also owns other faggots, and occasionally uses them with his brother, something Dodo finds “embarrassing.”

Their father currently lives in Canada, but still fucks Dodo whenever he visits them.

It was really the father’s role in this that intrigued me, and Dodo didn’t really have much insight into it (since he wasn’t at the fishing trip that preceded it all).

But my follow-up conversation with Alpha Christophe unearthed an amazing story in and of itself that will require its own post.

TOMORROW: Origins Of Alphahood: Alpha Father Shane

This thread follows the experiences of Tristan, a young faggot from Austria, as he experiences use and ownership by a young straight Man named Sebastian. CLICK HERE for all related posts in chronological order!

When I last spoke to Tristan, he had decided to go back over to Sebastian’s house despite the awfulness of the previous two nights. He even showed a little spunk by refusing to bring alcohol over with his as Sebastian had ordered. But I couldn’t shake the gnawing fear that it was going to get worse.

It got much worse.

When Tristan arrived at Sebastian’s house, he was confronted by TEN young Men. Sebastian ordered Tristan to take off all of his clothes while the guys around him laughed.

Then the Men spent hours fucking Tristan’s ass and mouth. “There was almost no time when I didn’t have a dick in both holes,” said Tristan. Sebastian also forced Tristan to drink his piss multiple times, and he was slapped if he didn’t swallow it all.

During the night more Men came into the house and used Tristan, although Tristan said he wasn’t sure how many since much of the night became a blur.

While this is an example of Alpha Pack behavior – how Men will goad each other into deeper and more sadistic forms behavior, that psychological explanation doesn’t justify what happened to Tristan.

Yes, Tristan went there of his own volition. And it’s true, Tristan never said “no” to anything that happened to him.

It’s still rape.

Early in the morning the Pack had finished with him and they dismissed him. Tristan went home and collapsed in bed until 6pm. He awoke to texts from Sebastian – he was ordering Tristan to come over again for more.

Tristan was texting me at the time and said he was going to go over there when I told him to not go. I don’t think it’s my place to tell people what to do, but it’s becoming increasingly clear that this was only going to escalate further.

Then Tristan told me he had blood in his stool. This is not unusual after rough anal sex; I bled for almost two days after I was raped, for instance. I didn’t think it was a medical emergency. Regardless, I told him he needed to go to the doctor, not Sebastian’s house. Or maybe the police. Tristan refused.

In the end, Tristan told Sebastian that he wouldn’t be coming over. Sebastian raged, finally coldly telling Tristan he was “dismissed.”

As a quiet night settles over a crumpled Tristan in Austria, there is still that faggot sense of duty driving his urge to serve. “You know, if he had showed any empathy today,” said Tristan, “I would happily go through it again.”

That’s troubling to me. Time and again I have championed a faggot’s right to be treated with some amount of dignity. I have told faggots that they shouldn’t accept abuse from their Alphas. That they have the right to say “no” to something that is happening, that their bodies are ultimately theirs, and nobody else’s.

Great Alphas are the most incredible beings on Earth, but Destroyer Alphas often slip in like a wolf in sheep’s clothing and abuse the flock. They’re hard to spot until they pounce.

But once we identify them, we need to stop offering our throats to them.

This thread follows the experiences of Tristan, a young faggot from Austria, as he experiences use and ownership by a young straight Man named Sebastian. CLICK HERE for all related posts in chronological order!

Early this morning I began receiving a frantic series of messages from a complete stranger. It was a young faggot named Tristan. This was his eye-opening first paragraph:

Hello. I love your blog, been reading for years. I have this hot friend of a friend. I don’t really know him well, but today I got a text from him, that he wants me to come to his place tonight. That’s all he says. I wouldn’t know why. I never actually talked to him…should I go? He’s got a very big bulge.

Going into it a little deeper, I discovered that Tristan was an anal virgin but was a very skilled cocksucker. It also seemed like Tristan barely knew this straight guy named Sebastian; Tristan couldn’t even figure out how Sebastian got his phone number.

Now Sebastian was asking Tristan over to his house! Tristan’s panic was understandable!

So I figured Sebastian knew Tristan was a faggot and was hoping to get a blow job now that a few discreet years had passed, but I wasn’t sure where it might go. So I instructed Tristan to shave himself completely clean and also wash out his pussy just in case it escalated. So Tristan did that and went over to Sebastian’s house.

Hours and hours passed. I knew it was deep into the night in Austria. Did he fall asleep and forget about me? Then Tristan reappeared with a story that is simultaneously horrifying and thrilling.

I went there and to my surprise there was not only he, but also two of his friends. He said “I told you he’d come” and they laughed. Then he told me to kiss his feet. I was a little taken aback because they were making fun of me, and I just stood there, staring at them.

Then (Sebastian) said, “KISS MY FEET, FAGGOT!!” I dropped on my knees and kissed his feet. They were all laughing and when I looked up again they all had their cocks out and they were stroking them.

At this point Tristan received a call. It was Sebastian. He wanted the faggot to come back over. “Gotta go. Bye,” said Tristan, and he disappeared.

Now I was really anxious. I only had part of the story from the first encounter, and that seemed much more aggressive than I had anticipated. Now there was going to be MORE.

Eventually Tristan returned. He was almost delirious. He continued the story from the previous night:

They humiliated and fucked me last night, I actually think it was rape, they didn’t ask if I want to. After I kissed (Sebastian’s) feet, someone pulled down my pants and shoved a finger inside my ass. I had lubed and he cried ‘the bitch is already wet!!!’ Then his cock was inside me. At the same time the other guy grabbed my hair and shoved his cock inside my mouth. I had two guys fucking me and the other stood there, stroking his dick, waiting for his turn. The guy in my ass came very quickly and the waiting guy took his place. They were really very rough. They used me all night and when they had had enough I was kicked out. Naked. They threw my clothes out of the window. I went home, dropped in my bed, their cum still dripping out of my ass and in my hair and face, and I instantly fell asleep.

A pretty horrifying way to lose your virginity! After hearing this, I was wondering why he went back! Then he told me what happened when he went back over to Sebastian’s house the next day (when he left our conversation):

Today he texted again. I got there, had to get naked, kiss his feet and then clean his flat. When I had finished the other two guys had arrived and they fucked me again. They fucked me, spit on me. One pissed on me, then I was send home, covered in their piss, spit and cum. Fortunately it’s not far.

Tristan came to me overwhelmed and filled with conflicting emotions. He kept asking me: Why did I want to go back there? Why do I want to go back again? What’s wrong with me?

It’s a question I have wrestled with since my rape years ago. There is definitely evidence that the victims of these kinds of traumas develop a longing for the person who caused it. This creates a negative feedback loop in the mind of the victim, as they hurt themselves with self-doubt and shame.

I managed to get through it without therapy, but I definitely when on a whirlwind of aggressive sexual experiences afterward to drive the rape into the background. I don’t want that for Tristan.

What’s the answer? Tristan could cut off all communication with Sebastian … but now that this part of Tristan has been unlocked, can it be pushed back into Pandora’s box again and forgotten? Highly unlikely.

I’d be curious to see Tristan continue this situation and possibly pull Sebastian into a more favorable frame of mind. That would also give Tristan a bit more power and self-esteem.

Whatever Tristan decides, it’s clear what Sebastian wants:

Sebastian kicked me out again, telling me to be there tomorrow at 8 pm and better have my hole prepared, he would invite some friends.

But he owns me now. He says I’m his servant now.

Tristan is planning to go there again. He’s a brave faggot, but I hope such courage doesn’t lead to devastating consequences!

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

The development of little newbie faggot Alexander continues at a breakneck pace! Simon, Alexander’s Master, has decided that he should train Alexander to drink his piss.

This is usually a line for many faggots. There is a natural revulsion toward urine given that it is an excreted waste product. Additionally, there is a deep catalog of evidence in both the animal kingdom and human history that urine is used for the purpose of humiliation and aggression. It’s something we all understand, and that’s mainly why faggots recoil from being pissed on or swallowing it.

From a health standpoint, while urine might not be the most refreshing of beverages, it’s largely harmless to ingest (some claim there are health benefits, though given my bout with cancer they apparently were never transferred to me). Sometimes it tastes pretty strong, but most of the time a healthy Man’s piss barely tastes of anything. That’s because it’s mostly made of water.

I have swallowed piss for years, and I’ve been pissed on many times as well. The first time I ever did it, I had this feeling of falling off a cliff. In my mind, I just kept saying, “okay, here we goooo …” while separating myself from what was happening to my body. Over time, I came to appreciate the experience of drinking a Man’s piss. It’s supremely humbling.

But, for whatever reason, I became apprehensive when Master Simon told me of his plans for little Alexander. The faggot was just deflowered a week ago, kicked out of his parent’s house, and was now serving a Man full-time. That felt like enough for now. I was afraid adding this new assignment might terrify the boy, give him anxiety, and make him stop.

Boy, was I wrong!

First, I received this message from Master Simon:

I started conditioning him on my piss today. I started with my morning piss, because I wanted to see how he’d react. To my surprise, he drank it all!!! This boy is absolutely fascinating!

Then came Alexander’s excited account:

I drank Masters piss, Sam!!!! It was very strong and the first sip was kinda weird, but I knew I’m drinking something very special and I drank it all. Master is SO proud. He says I’m a very good boy.

Incredible!

I continue to marvel at Alexander’s internal strength and conviction. He takes orders spectacularly well; the kid was born to be a faggot! When someone of some authority gives him a command, he simply follows it exactly without question or hesitation! Breathtaking!

Master Simon later revealed to me that the piss training was part of a larger plan – to make Alexander a SLAVE. As shown by the example of Tim the fag slave, the life of a slave is radically different from the run-of-the-mill faggot. There’s a dehumanization to it that is several levels deeper into subspace.

But Alexander seems eager for the challenges that lie directly ahead.

OMG I’m so proud to have found such a good Master. I often read that Masters would treat their faggots like shit, but Master is always nice. He’s strict and when I misbehave I get punished, but he’s always nice, and after he has punished me, he takes me in his arms or strokes my hair. I do everything he wants anyway. I just was allowed to drink his piss again. Directly from his cock. Of course I drank every drop and I thanked him for it. He said I was such a good boy.

As such, Master Simon has arranged for the next phase of Alexander’s slave training – serving multiple Men at once.

Master has invited a friend tonight to fuck me. He says I must get used to serve all men. Of course I’m looking forward to it very much.

So be happy for little Alexander as his life is completely reshaped in Master Simon’s knowledgeable hands!

I have never been so happy, Sam.

GOOD BOY!

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

After I posted my first account of fag Alexander’s initial submission to his neighbor Alpha Simon, the faggot was nearly hysterical. It sounded very much like Alpha Simon was gearing up to take Alexander’s virginity.

So I instructed Alexander to shave his ass and pubic hair. I also instructed him to buy some lube (which he didn’t do). I kept reminding him to just breathe, that this Alpha clearly knows what he’s doing and won’t hurt him too much.

So then Alexander received a message to come over to Alpha Simon’s house at 10am.

Then this happened:

So I went over to his house at 10 am yesterday morning. He opened – he was completely naked – and as I went inside he turned and walked away, only saying ‘take your clothes off, boy!’ I took my clothes off, then followed him into his bedroom. He was sitting on his bed, his legs spread and as he didn’t say anything I started to suck his cock. I think, he really enjoyed it, as he was moaning a lot. He had put his hand on my head and guided me, telling me to keep my teeth to myself, and then he grabbed my hair. It hurt a little but – I don’t know – felt somewhat good at the same time. Then he had me lay on the bed, my head weirdly over the edge and he got up and fucked my throat. I found that even worse then when he fucked my throat when I was kneeling, but he seemed to enjoy it a lot. He came into my mouth and told me to keep his cum inside my mouth. Then flipped me around and also came onto my asshole.

When he had finished he asked if I had prepared my pussy for his cock. I (as I wasn’t allowed to swallow) mumbled Yes, but I couldn’t get lube. And he said well, that shouldn’t stop me, should it?I didn’t dare to ask for a condom or about any diseases.

Then he sat back in the bed and told me to go on all fours, with my ass pointing at him. He rubbed his cum inside my asshole first with one finger, like drawing circles, then he put two fingers insideHe said I was a good boy and that I had a beautiful tight pussy. Then I felt something cold on my ass – lube – thank God – I thought, and he slowly worked in a third finger! This took ages. I don’t know how long he kept doing this, but he also kept hitting my prostate I assume and it felt so good and my hand reached for my cock again – he slapped me hard on my ass.

DON’T

YOU

EVER

TOUCH

YOUR

CLIT

IN

MY

PRESENCE

AGAIN

He said softly, but sharp at the same time, if you know what I mean. Very slowly. He said the next time I would touch my clit I would get a spanking. Then he continued doing his thing with my asshole, and

He also kissed my ass stroked it, but his fingers still kept going deep inside. Eventually, I was SO close to cum and I wondered if he would spank me if I came without his permission, but at this point he suddenly pulled his fingers out, and lined his cock at my hole. “Ok, your pussy is ready for my cock now,” he said, and I could feel him pushing inside. He went slowly, leaving me time to adjust, but he kept telling me what a good boy I was. I was so proud!

When he was all inside he started to go back and forth, slowly first, but then getting faster. I can’t even say if it did hurt or not, I was somewhere else. He told me how good my tight cunt felt on his cock and what a good boy I was. I’m ashamed to say that I came – but I came handsfree. A few minutes later he also came, but deep inside my ass. Then we both were laying on his bed, gasping for breath, and he smiled at me and said that he had enjoyed my pussy a lot.

I wondered if I should leave, but he said he needed to place a second load in my pussyWith this he was over me, my legs over his shoulders and before I knew what was happening he was inside my hole again. This time he watched my face all the time while he was fucking my ass.

He came inside my ass again, then he pulled out and he held his still hard cock in front of my mouth. “You know what a good boy does with his Master’s cock, after he brought joy to his pussy?” He asked. Of course I knew what he meant, I’ve been a reader of your blog for three years! But it was so disgusting, thinking about all that was on his cock. “Open your mouth, boy,” He said quietly, “You need to learn to clean a cock. It won’t kill you.” I hadn’t known sex was so messy! I was thankful to you for telling me to clean out properly! I opened my mouth and he shoved it inside. It tasted disgusting, and I thought I was going to puke. All the while he was watching my face, grinning. I think he had fun. When he was clean he laid back in the bed, and he had my head on his crotch and he was stroking through my hair.

He said just to make things clear, he wasn’t my lover or boyfriend. He was much more than that … He was my Master. He would own me, possess me.

From now on I would do everything he would tell me to do, without discussion or talking back. He expected me to respond to his texts within a minute, if he tells me to come to his place, I would do so ASAP, No matter what I was doing. I asked what if I’m back at school. He sighed and said ASAP. Also I must take my clothes off as soon as I enter his house. I must always address him as Sir or Master. I must kneel and look down when he enters a room. He said he might share me with friends, but not now. All the time he was stroking through my hair and that felt so good to me. Then he told me to change the sheets in his bed and go back to my parents.

What an amazing first experience! Alexander was so overjoyed going home that he went and immediately screwed up:

He said I’m not allowed to masturbate without his permission. I did. First thing when I got home.

A few hours passed. Then Alpha Simon texted Alexander and ordered the faggot back over to his house for another breeding. So Alexander ran over there.

I dropped everything and ran to his house. The door was open. I went in, closed it and took my clothes off. He was waiting in the bedroom. I dropped on my knees and looked down.

He said, “Good boy … Now look at me.”

I looked at him and his cock was already hard. “Did you touch your clit?” He asked. I wondered if I should say no, but then I thought he’d probably know that I had. “Yes, Sir,” I said, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You came without my permission?” He asked. “Yes, Sir.” I looked down again, feeling ashamed.

“Bend over the bed,” he said, while he was getting up. I obeyed. I remembered what he had said. No discussion, no talking back.

“Good boy,” he said, then he spanked my ass with a brush. I didn’t know a brush could hurt that much!

“I don’t enjoy punishing you,” he said after he had finished, “but you need to be punished when you disobey.” I said “yes, Sir. I understand.”

His cock was soft again and then he told me to get it hard. I sucked him and when he was hard he flipped me over, I felt lube on my hole and he pushed inside. He didn’t go slow this time, and he fucked me more roughly than he had before. He told me not to shower when I get home, he wanted his cum dropping out of my pussy, while I had dinner with my parents. I changed the sheets again and then I went back home.

And then Alexander masturbated again.

(NOTE: Since I began this mammoth article, Alexander has been summoned over to Alpha Simon’s house two more times to service him. I can’t keep up with these updates fast enough. Let’s just sum it up this way: Alexander received a second beating for masturbating, and got fucked three more times).

EDIT: Alexander wrote to me to tell me that he actually ended up staying the night! Alpha Simon let him sleep in his bed! In the morning Alexander sucked Alpha Simon off and then made him breakfast! Incredible!

I’m left stunned by this monumental deflowering accomplished by Alpha Simon. Remember, this all happened because Alexander had the courage to kneel and offer himself to an Alpha! Now Alexander has not only been fucked, but he also has a new Master who has quickly and skillfully taken control of his life!

A few random thoughts:

1. Alpha Simon is the real deal, a true Master. He performs aftercare with Alexander after some furious rutting. He disciplines the faggot when it commits errors.
2. Alpha Simon is good for Alexander. He’s already trying to get Alexander to admit he’s gay to the people in his life so that the little faggot’s life with be better. That’s very thoughtful encouragement in a life-building sense, beyond service.
3. Alpha Simon really needs to cage Alexander’s clit. Now that I’ve experienced chastity, I’m 100% on board the chastity train. It is a complete reinforcement of purpose for a faggot. In Alexander’s case, he’s an 18-year-old faggot who has never been trained. He’s masturbating all the time, and losing interest in service after he cums. He needs to be caged.

This might be one of the most shattering deflowerings I’ve ever heard before. Alpha Simon has thoroughly fucked the body and mind of Alexander the faggot.

Little Alexander told me he thinks he’s already in love with Alpha Simon. I warned him against that, but he’s holding out hope that Alpha Simon will eventually fall in love, too.

Looks like more walls still remain to be knocked down.

Last night Master Nick throat fucked Yul again. Master Nick really loves throat fucking all of his faggots now that he’s gotten a taste of that worship, but he especially loves throat fucking Yul.

Why? Because Yul has a little failed fag ejaculation when Master Nick cums down his throat. Master Nick loves to see that kind of reaction, which he views as a sort of tribute to the power of his cock in the faggot’s throat.

But in reality, certain faggots are natural-born cocksuckers. By that, I don’t mean to imply that there are faggots who don’t like sucking dick. That’s not the case. All faggots love sucking dick. And even the least-enthusiastic faggot is better than the best female cocksucker by several country miles.

What I do mean is that there are some faggots who almost have a g-spot in their throats. It’s a certain trigger back there that gives us such an overwhelming feeling of pleasure – a kind of comforting joy – that the sensation of the Man’s cock sliding back and forth over it makes us almost orgasm.

For the longest time I felt embarrassed by the copious amounts of pre-cum I would ooze while sucking dick (or getting my throat fucked). It wasn’t until I talked to a couple of other natural-born cocksuckers who said they experienced the same thing. There was a type of euphoria that came over us that wasn’t like a traditional ejaculation or the internal orgasm that occurs during a cunting.

On these pages, I’ve described the feeling this way: it’s like “coming home.” It’s the place where you are most comfortable and unrestrained and free.

Of course, I don’t literally think there is a magic button in the throats of certain faggots; the human throat is largely the same across the species. But there seems to something in the wiring of natural-born cocksuckers that puts them in the headspace (more properly, subspace) where they achieve that specific reaction.

All four of Master Nick’s faggots are fantastic cocksuckers. Master Nick would rather use any one of the four mouths at his hourly disposal than any of the female mouths he’s used in the past. Faggots are just better at sucking dick.

But Yul in particular is a natural-born cocksucker. His panties wet with fag dribble gives it away. And Master Nick loves watching Yul get wetter and wetter with every thrust of his cock down Yul’s throat.

There’s no way to deny what comes naturally to each of us. We are born this way. Accept it, and embrace it.

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

I received a new message early this morning from a faggot named Alexander. This was the very first time I’ve ever talked to this kid, and here’s what he wrote:

Hello. I have a question. I have a neighbor who I adore. He’s cute and hung. I’ve been watching him for weeks, every day when he’s walking his dog Yesterday I helped him getting his groceries inside. When we had everything inside I wanted to leave, but he stood there, and opened his trousers. Then he said I should get on my knees and suck him, he needed it. I was so shocked that I ran away. Now I feel so stupid. I hope he is not upset. What should I do?

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I was fucking FURIOUS that he ran away from this Alpha’s clear and bold directive. Let me just say this, faggots: if you want to serve a Man, then you need to BE PREPARED AT ALL TIMES and READY TO SUBMIT at a moment’s notice! Steel yourself ahead of time! Be determined to service the Men who demand it of you!

So I tore into the faggot. Gosh, I was livid; I probably was too hard on him given that he’s an inexperienced virgin. When I was done, the faggot (who took it well) asked what he should do.

Well, it was 2pm in the afternoon in Luxembourg, so I told the faggot to immediately go over to this Alpha’s house, kneel, and apologize to him.

And, to the faggot’s credit, he did exactly that!

Here’s what he said happened next:

You were right!

I sucked the first REAL cock of my life!

I went over to his house and I rang the bell. He opened the door and smiled at me. I asked if I could come inside, because I didn’t want my parents see me on my knees. He let me in and when he had closed the door I fell on my knees and apologized. I told him that I panicked and that he has the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.

He said it was ok, he stood right in front of me and I could see his cock getting hard in his pants. I asked if I could get a second chance and he said he thought everyone would deserve a second chance. I wanted to open his pants, but he moved away and said it would be much nicer if I was naked. I have never been naked in front of a man.

I almost ran away again, but I told myself I had to go through this now. I didn’t want to disappoint him again.

He sat down on a sofa and watched me. ‘Now?’ He asked. “Yes, Sir” was all I could get out. ‘Well, then you should get up’ he said. I got up but I was so confused. “Take off your shirt,” He commanded me. I took it off like in trance. “Good boy,” he said. “Now take off your shoes and socks.” I did as told. There was a pause. He was looking at me and I knew what he was waiting for but I couldn’t. ‘Take off your trousers.’ I slowly took them off, totally ashamed.

“Ok,” he said, “and now let me see what’s underneath those pants.” I very slowly took them off. Then I was standing there, completely naked, in front of a stranger. He told me to turn around. Then he suddenly got up and grabbed me. He told me to bend over and before I knew what was going on he had his finger in my asshole. OMG! I hadn’t cleaned and it was so embarrassing, but he didn’t seem to mind. He said it was a very nice hole. I wanted to tell him that I’m a virgin and that I didn’t want to get fucked but I couldn’t say a word. The next moment I was on my knees again and his cock was out and suddenly it was in my mouth. It was semi-hard and he told me to get him hard. He gave me directions on what to do, where to lick. He told me to leave my hands at my back. He was moaning and he said I was a good boy, then I got hard myself and my hand went to my cock and I started rubbing it and that was when he slapped me across my face. He said I was NEVER to do that again in his presence. Then he held my head and fucked my throat without mercy. I even puked and I hadn’t imagined that it would be so messy, but he didn’t seem to mind any of it.

He came inside my mouth and onto my face and he told me to swallow it. I have never tasted anyone’s cum, except my own and I just thought it tastes so good.

Then he fell onto the sofa and told me to get up and clean the mess I made and myself. I reached for my pants but he said no, he’d enjoy the sight. I cleaned and then he told me to lay over his lap. I was afraid he was going to spank me, but he started to move his finger around my hole. That felt so nice.

He asked how old I was and what I was doing. He spit onto my hole and his finger went a little bit inside and he continued to move it around. He didn’t say anything for another five minutes, then he asked if I ever had been fucked before. I said no and that I wasn’t prepared. He said there was no need to panic and then he put a second finger inside my hole. He was hard again and he said he would have to use me again. He left it to me if I wanted my ass or throat fucked and I said my throat.

So he fucked my throat again. Much rougher than before.

When he was done with me he got dressed and said that his lawn needs to be cut. I said I could do that, and he said of course you can.

I was on my way out when he called me back. I was wondering why and he said he wouldn’t mind me mowing his lawn naked, but he thought maybe my parents weren’t ready for that yet.

I had completely forgotten to get dressed again!

So I mowed his lawn and now I’m back home and I still don’t know what happened to me.

WOW!

So first of all, I’m proud of my fag brother Andrew for making amends for his offensive mistake the previous day. He listened to my instructions, humbled himself properly, and ended up experiencing something extraordinary! This is how it’s done!

Alpha Simon told the faggot he planned on fucking his pussy tomorrow, so Alexander was frantic and panicking about what to do. I instructed him to shave away all of the hair around his clit and pussy hole. I also instructed him to get lube (he didn’t).

But mostly, I have been trying to talk him down. Alpha Simon’s assault on this virgin faggot left him really shaken and dizzy. That is a pretty typical reaction. I remember how I was after my first Alpha Roger throat fucked me … I felt like a zombie at the end of the world for days.

But the most telling question from Alexander was this one:

How did he know I’m a faggot when not even I knew that?

Alphas know. They are blessed with a sixth sense that allows them to see through the defenses we attempt to construct around ourselves and see the “secret faggot” hiding inside (see this recent post about that). They see so much submission from people around them that they can spot it for miles. They instantly sum up the people they meet, and determine their usefulness or purpose.

Which is why I yelled at Alexander when he failed his first text, and why I exhort faggots to BE READY AT ALL TIMES. Alphas are watching, always scanning the prairie for fresh prey. There is nowhere to hide from their vision, either.

Alexander found that out today. Now his life is changed forever!

This thread involves the rise of Alpha Jaguar, a frequent visitor to this blog who has chosen to share his experience as a straight Alpha who learned early about the usefulness of faggots. You can read all of his posts in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!

I first became acquainted with the natural superiority of Alpha Jaguar from a couple of questions (HERE and HERE) he asked me regarding a troublesome young faggot. While asking his question, he casually tossed off the fact that he started using faggots at age 14, which I found fascinating (of course).

After pestering him about sharing, he did send me the following letter describing this pivotal experience:

Dear Fag,

I will say that I would speak on this subject for the purpose of supporting your valuable work and service to MANkind. I do not seek any personal gain as I am a successful professional and wish to be anon. I find your blog noteworthy as it clarifies many of the things which have happened in my life and has helped me see more clearly that it is not that unusual, and in fact: quite natural. Good Job!

The truth is Men use fags when it suits them! From time immemorial. I just never thought about it in detail, until your blog.

So for me, I was 13-14 when a friend of mine “Jamie” spent the night. We had been friends since kindergarten. He was a little taller than me, athletic, with a great tan. We slept in the same bed. But I noticed he slept naked which he had never done before. I didn’t think much of it at the time as I had slept naked before and it felt great. The night passed uneventfully although I could tell “something” was up. I wasn’t sure what, I was Kind of oblivious. But he did notice my morning wood and seemed to stare at it.

Later in the week at school, he asked me to spend the night the next weekend. Which I had done before, as we had been in the Cub/Boy Scouts and on sports teams together. I said yes, still not having any clue what awaited me. Not even thinking about it. I would fantasize about the cheerleader I was dating or supermodels but not guys. I simply knew next to nothing about sex really, but I had been beating off like a piston for a couple of years. I certainly knew nothing about gays, especially since I grew up in a small town in the “Bible Belt”.

Anyway, I got to his house and played video games and normal stuff. Fast forward to that I night: I was sleeping beside him in his bed having what I thought was a wet dream, which I had a lot at that age! It was a really good dream and was intensely centered on my cock but I don’t remember dreaming. At the high point of the “dream” right when I busted my nut I woke up to see Jamie swallowing my meat. At first, I was kind of shocked but I gave into the awesome feeling and let him finish. I was still half asleep and wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or what the hell was going on. But the sensation felt so awesome I just pretended not to notice and be asleep. When I busted my second nut in his mouth I just went back to sleep.

A little later, I guess I had rolled over, I was awakened to an unfamiliar sensation around my ass. He was trying to put his dick in my ass.  I awoke, shot up like a rocket to my feet knocking him to the floor. I did not know what to say except “What the Fuck Man!?” He coward on the floor and begged me not to tell anyone. It was pathetic.

I was mad (he tried to fuck me), confused and horny all at once! He didn’t apologize, he just said he wanted me So bad he would do anything I want, and that he did. Although I felt embarrassed or awkward about this for years, I enjoyed his service in the form of doing my homework, writing papers, and deepthroating me whenever I wanted. He would also bring me snacks. Even though I felt like a sinner and confused I decided that it was easier to let him serve me than address what happened with parents, society.

I lost track of him after we moved freshman year. But he taught me some important points:(1) Fags have a need to serve men, (2) I don’t want anything in my ass, and (3) what a hungry fag looks like. We were kinda symbiotic as he would help me, and I would stick up for him when he was being bullied.

Over the years I’ve let a couple of other fags suck a load out of me, always drawn to me without any effort on my part. I fucked plenty of women when I was single, so never looked for anything else. But when a bj is offered by a skilled cocksucker, I cannot turn it down. Sometimes when my wife is busy or on her period and my balls are too full I miss my little fag Jamie.

I have never shared this story with anyone. I share it now to support the great work you’re doing at FWA. Please keep teaching men that fags are there for use (and awesome at it!), and teaching fags how to properly recognize their place in this world (on their knees). Also, your blog has helped me to understand that this was natural and nothing to be ashamed of.

Regards, 
Jaguar

Boy, what a tale of discovery!

It’s incredible how much experimentation happens during those high school years! I’ve heard lots of stories (and experienced it myself) about straight high school males using faggots. It’s a simple equation, really: opportunity + need = Alpha/faggot encounters. Guys at that age are boiling cauldrons of sexual energy, and they’d fuck a cactus if it had a dick-sized hole in it. At 14 years old, a guy has little chance of fucking females, but he needs to fuck something.

Enter the wonders of faggots. It’s an insatiable cum sponge, never gets tired or complains, and always comes back for more. It’s exactly what young Alphas need in that moment!

Alpha Jaguar was simply following his natural hunting instinct!

I thank Alpha Jaguar for crafting such a well-written and engaging testimonial!

This is part of a continuing series documenting the rise of Straight Alpha Nick, a college athlete and friend to Alpha Jin who has discovered faggot worship and now owns four live-in faggots. You can read all posts in this series in chronological order by CLICKING HERE! 

Until now, any blowjobs given to Master Nick by any of his four faggots (Chin, Yul, Lee, and Alex) were usually just a warm-up for Nick’s true love: rutting and breeding pussy. No matter what I suggested, he never seemed to deviate from this basic plan of action.

Then Master Nick saw a post I recently published about young Master Luca (CLICK HERE), and specifically this video here:

Maybe Master Nick was unfamiliar with throat fucking as an option … I don’t know. But he was triggered by the look of that position, and he suddenly developed a keen interest in doing that with his faggots.

So given that Master Nick has implemented an alternating schedule of use (Chin and Lee one day, Yul and Alex the following day), Master Nick took the upcoming pair – Yul and Alex – and showed them the throat fucking video above. Then he told them what he wanted and expected.

This morning Master Nick was so eager to try it that this morning (Alex said Master Nick was walking around with a hard-on all morning) he told the faggots to get into their women’s panties, go to his bedroom, and lie on the bed with their heads dangling over the end of the bed. So they did this.

Then Master Nick entered and mounted Yul’s face first. He slowly slid his massive dick into Yul’s mouth, pushing further into his elongated throat until he was balls-deep in Yul’s neck.

This might a good time for a reminder of exactly how big Master Nick’s Alpha dick really is:

So Yul’s ability to swallow Master Nick’s massive meat is quite an impressive feat!

Master Nick slowly began to fuck Yul’s throat. He used long, easy strokes so that Yul could catch his breath between the plunges of his cock. Master Nick placed a hand around Yul’s throat so he could enjoy the feeling of Yul’s neck swelling with each thrust.

Eventually, Master Nick couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust his entire dick into Yul’s throat, past his tonsils. and began squirting an entire load directly into Yul’s stomach. In true cocksucker style, Yul was so turned on by this throat fucking that he had a ruined fag ejaculation.

Then Master Nick mounted Alex’s face and repeated the process. Alex is much less experienced at sucking cock than Yul, and the little faggot struggled. Fortunately Yul, in a move typical among the faggots in Master Nick’s Kingdom, helped to calm Alex and coach him to take Master Nick deeper. After some time of deep thrusting, Master Nick pumped a load down Alex’s throat as well.

This was the first throat fucking for everyone involved, and it was a rousing success. Yul described the feeling of Master Nick’s cock sliding into his throat as “crazy,” and said being throat fucked made him hornier than ever before. Little Alex felt it was “very different,” and it awakened a new desire to improve his service.

Why do faggots respond to throat fucking in this way? Well, there is a level of intensity that arises from throat fucking that cannot be replicated in any other way. The sensation of the airway being blocked off creates a type of panic, and the body produces adrenaline and endorphins during its “fight or flight” response. This, combined with the deeply satisfying and degrading sensation of being reduced to an inhuman fuck hole, gives faggots a vivid, in-the-moment sense of life and purpose.

But the most intense reaction came from Master Nick. He absolutely loved throat fucking his two faggots. “Girls would never do something like that,” he marveled.

Then he said this:

“Sam, you faggots are the best. (Throat fucking them) gave me a feeling of absolute power.”

Absolute power!

This is exactly how all Alphas are meant to feel every day of their blessed and glorious lives!

I congratulate Yul and Alex for offering their throats to satisfy this important need in the life of their Alpha Master! No matter how scary or difficult the task we are commanded to perform, we faggots do it gladly so that our Owners are elevated and perfected!

Submit yourselves, faggots, and incredible experiences like this will happen to you, too!

This is part of a continuing thread isolating the rise of Supreme Alpha Dylan, brother of Alpha John and Master of the faggot Cody and two others. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

I see many Alphas online during these dark days of isolation from the coronavirus pandemic, all frustrated and bored without faggots around to pound and breed. They are like locked-up dogs in heat, pacing and whining and desperate for a release.

But those Alphas out there who have taken fag ownership seriously, on the other hand, are enjoying glorious days and nights full of service and worship! They’re sequestered away with their faggots and filling them with mass quantities of Alpha jizz.

Master Nick has definitely been enjoying his time with his four faggots in Toronto. Master Nick even had a day recently where he pumped out eight loads in one day!

But I don’t know if there is an Alpha on the planet who has managed to top the incredible feat of breeding accomplished by Master Dylan yesterday while in isolation.

14 LOADS IN ONE DAY!

Yes, that’s right – Master Dylan pumped 14 loads into his two primary faggots – seven into Cody and seven into Ethan (Fag #2) – in a 24-hour period!

Technically, Master Dylan pumped out at 15th load, but it happened at 00:15am. Master Dylan declared that load to be invalid since it occurred after midnight.

After the eighth load, Master Dylan was getting tired. It seemed like he might not go much longer. Then tricky Fag 2 devised a trick I’ve never heard of before: it dabbed a bandanna with poppers, and Master Dylan wrapped the bandanna around his head and over his nose and mouth. With the scent of poppers in his nostrils, Master Dylan began fucking again like never before. “It was like being raped by a bandit,” Cody later remarked.

Today, Cody said his pussy was “buzzing” (fucking great word for that feeling!) after being pounded by his Texas-sized Beast of a Master. “I’ve never known anyone with his stamina who didn’t have a blue pill,” added Cody semi-jokingly. And keep in mind – Cody was the faggot of Sir Titus, one of the most powerful Alphas of all time! So Cody’s praise of Master Dylan should be taken seriously!

I don’t know if records of cumshots exist somewhere, or if there is an entry for “Most Cumshots In One 24-Hour Day” in the Guinness Book Of World Records. I also don’t know how much cum can be produced by the testicles of one human Man, or how quickly the stores can be replenished.

But the 14 cumshots of Master Dylan yesterday must rank somewhere near the top of the all time list!

Aren’t Alphas fucking AMAZING?!?

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

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

Boy, my radar was wrong there!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was published by @natural-hung-bull on Tumblr. One of his faggot readers sent in its experience with a hung Alpha. I felt it was significant enough to be memorialized. Thanks to this faggot for recording this encounter!

The truthful words of a faggot cunted by his first 8 + inch thick cock. This describes perfectly how a hung mature Male Bull Animal like me can destroy a bottom, and create a faggot for life with just one fuck.

What’s it like; getting fucked by a hung Bull? Just like this.

From the beta flock:

If you’re hung and a top, you know this experience is authentic. The way the faggot’s body literally begins to shutter and you as you’re fucking for say more than 20 minutes. How a man will eventually cum like a woman when being fucked by a hung Alpha. Your cock head now having a obliterated his second ring. How long strokes makes the faggot’s leak out their load. Or even shoot as they are being fucked. How face to face, he inhaled me and i calm him; as I inhale his masculinity and breath into my lungs and body, watching carefully as I hurt and pleasure him as I fuck. Destroying him. Owning him.

How after a marathon fuck like say, 30-40 minutes, the faggot becomes limp, and limber. Now a vessel for a Real Man to use. “I will exhaust you” I tell my faggots. The Alpha absorbing his strength; Making me stronger. He becomes weaker with each thrust. And after i cum, like 30 minutes later, he is left like a puddle of a man. Nothing left, I have fucked everything out of him. And inhaled his masculinity. His strength.

This is a concurrent thread detailing the rise of straight Alpha Walter, high school friend of straight Alpha Jason and just learning about the use of faggot worship and service. CLICK HERE to read all posts about him in chronological order!

When I first met Alpha Walter, he was bewildered by the idea that faggots serve straight Men like him. He asked a couple of “what the fuck is this?” questions, then dismissed me by saying, “Whatever, man, I’m straight.”

But the questions kept coming.

Soon, Alpha Walter joined his good friend Alpha Jason in double-penetrating Jason’s faggot Alan. You can read that by CLICKING HERE. For a first-time experience, Alpha Walter jumped right into the deep end of fag usage! I admired that about the young stud. It takes some nerve to do something like that!

Alpha Walter wasn’t totally satisfied with the blowjob he received from the faggot even though he did cum down its throat. He wanted more service for himself. I suggested that the faggot would be able to give a better blowjob if it wasn’t being rammed from behind at the same time – always difficult.

So Alpha Walter made arrangements to have the faggot come over to his house and properly service him. Unbeknownst to the faggot, Alpha Walter was reading some stories of frat boys using faggots, and was developing a scheme of worship he wanted to try. Mainly this involved buying some food – like peanut butter and ice cream – and smearing it on his feet for the faggot to lick and suck up. Then he would relax and enjoy the faggot sucking his cock.

Before that meeting, Alpha Walter went for a run. He wanted his feet to be extra sweaty and covered with his scent in order to scent train the faggot. Then he went and bought the food, came back to the house, and prepared for the fag’s arrival.

And the faggot didn’t show up!

Once I heard this from an enraged Alpha Walter, I wrote a terse few emails to the faggot. It complained that it was scared and felt uncomfortable. So I relayed this information to Alpha Walter, and he did something quite extraordinary – 

HE WENT OVER TO THE FAGGOT’S HOUSE TO GET THE SERVICE HE WANTED.

Here’s what he said afterward:

I was pissed so I went in and told him to strip. I spanked the shit out of him. He actually started crying a bit. But I felt bad dude after so I let him lick my feet. I didn’t bring anything so he just did it bare but I think he enjoyed it. Then I actually took off his cock cage and let him jerk off a bit. But right before he was about to cum I held him down and didn’t let him. I smacked his dick to get it down and put the cage back on him. 

God after he was practically begging me to fuck him but I didn’t cuz I was still pissed. So I just made him rub my feet while I jerked off. God, it was fucking great.

Isn’t that awesome?!? The power of young Alphas never fails to startle me! 

Here is this completely straight young Man who has gotten a taste of Godhood, and he LOVES IT! And when an Alpha wants that, there isn’t anything stopping him. Certainly not a flaky faggot that doesn’t know what it wants!

Alpha Walter is turning out to be an even more formidable Alpha than his friend! Funny and inquisitive, Alpha Walter has the power to really push boundaries and discover special avenues of faggot ownership! He’s going to be a dream Master for some lucky faggots down the road!

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

I watched with reverent awe this past week as Master Nick – a straight Alpha, remember – tenderly cared for his broken faggot Alex following Master Matt’s horrible rape. Nightly Master Nick applied soothing cream to Alex’s pussy in order to reduce the swelling, then held the faggot in his long, strong arms while he fell asleep. 

But The tenderness wasn’t going to last forever. Master Nick fully intended to return to fucking his faggot eventually. And that day was going to be Saturday.

Master Nick wanted to do something special for his faggot in honor of this event and to help heal Alex’s wounds. He decided that he wanted to give Alex a new chastity cage, a pretty pink one like the ones he put on his other faggots. He also wanted to get Alex some sexy panties to wear (although that was more for Master Nick’s enjoyment than anything). The panties looked like this:

So early Saturday morning the faggots were sitting at the table eating their breakfast when Master Nick came in and delivered a nice gift box to Alex. When the little faggot opened the box and saw his presents, he burst into tears of joy.

After Master Nick finished his workout, he returned to an apartment filled with four buzzing, excited faggots. Master Nick took Alex, removed his old chastity cage, cleaned him, and then put the new pink cage on Alex’s clit. It was a tender moment that Alex said made him feel “amazing.” Then Alex slipped into the panties Master Nick bought him.

It was difficult for Alex to accept the feeling of wearing extremely feminizing panties – this is part of the adjustment faggots make when serving straight Alphas – but the horny reaction of Master Nick soon changed Alex’s mind. 

Master Nick took Alex into the bedroom and finally mounted his faggot. He pushed his dick into Alex slowly to allow Alex to handle his girth. Then he pumped Alex slowly and methodically before finally squirting two days of cum into him. 

After Alex cleaned his cock, Master Nick strode into the living room and sat on the couch. “Get to work, faggots,” said Master Nick confidently. Yul and Chin immediately knelt down and began massaging and kissing his feet while Alex prepared some lunch. Master Nick wrote to me, “This is the life.”

The worship got Master Nick worked up, so he pulled Yul aside and pumped a quick load into him. Then he grabbed Alex and mounted him again (”I gave his ass a little slap before I entered him,” said Master Nick) for Alex’s second load. Then Chin got fucked.

And the night had barely begun.

You’ll notice I didn’t mention anything about Master Nikola or Lee. They were both gone all afternoon. But once they returned, the Masters got drunk, and Lee busied himself with laundry duties. 

At some point Master Nikola noticed that Lee had put the clean laundry in the wrong place. He began drunkenly derating the defenseless faggot, calling Lee a “stupid fucking faggot” and making Lee cry. 

Well, that was all my great Protector Alpha Nick was going to take. He got between Nikola and Lee and began loudly yelling at Nikola about how he is treating their faggots. Nikola claimed that Lee was HIS faggot, and Master Nick corrected him: “No, he’s OUR faggot!” 

Then Master Nick delivered an ultimatum: change the attitude or get out.

And Master Nikola, humiliated, stormed out. 

Master Nick scooped up Lee into his arms and let the faggot cry on his broad chest for a while. Once everything calmed down, Master Nick took Alex to bed and fucked Alex’s pussy once last time. Then Alex curled up in his Master’s arms and they went to sleep.

When morning came, it was pretty obvious that Master Nick’s breedings had taken effect. Alex was beginning to love his new pink cage and the panties. He felt sexy and desired in a way that only the faggot of a true Alpha can. 

All of these good things made into reality by the righteousness of a god like Master Nick! 

This thread follows the development of a true Alpha/faggot relationship between a Supreme Scottish Alpha named Yannick and his faggot boyfriend Fionn. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread! 

It began as a simple command while Master Yannick was at work today. He told his faggot Fionn to be ready when he finished his shift. By “ready,” Master Yannick meant that the faggot needed to be clean, naked (except for the chastity cage, of course), and in position. 

When Fionn received this message, he began texting me his complaints about this command. He had just endured several brutal cuntings the night before … he didn’t like being naked … he doesn’t want to wear the chastity cage … and so forth. Then he asked me what I thought he should do. My answer was simple: “OBEY.” 

When Master Yannick returned home from a stressful day at work (he’s in the medical field, which is under particularly horrible pressure now), he found his faggot cleaned, naked, and on all fours on the bed with his pussy high in the air. Instantly hard at the sight, Master Yannick pulled out his cock, mounted the faggot, and rammed his big dick into the pre-lubed pussy. Then Master Yannick gave the faggot “the fuck of a lifetime.” The fuck was so powerful and long-lasting that Fionn was crying by the end of it. “God, I love that,” snarled Master Yannick later. 

After he pumped his day-long load into his faggot’s cunt, Master Yannick put a buttplug into the faggots’ pussy “to keep my precious seed in.” Then he pulled the still-weeping faggot into the shower. If you remember from the last installment (HERE), Master Yannick had sprayed the faggot with his morning piss and told it not to wash it off. Well, now “it stunk” and needed a bath. 

Then Master Yannick did something extraordinary: he took Fionn’s cage apart and washed it and the faggot’s clit clean! This is a tradition that he learned from Master Nick’s example, and he’s decided to incorporate it into his ownership responsibilities! More Alpha Masters need to reflect on the power of this ritual!

After Master Yannick finished cleaning his faggot, he began placing the cage back on. As he did this, something extraordinary happened:

When I put on his cage he reminded him that he is never to touch is clit again, never play with it again, never to cum again.

A few minutes later, after it had sunken in, he suddenly started to cry. He suddenly realized what it meant for him to submit.

For many Men, the sight of a broken faggot might make them feel pity or remorse. They might want to comfort the faggot in some way. 

But Master Yannick is an APEX Alpha, a perfect distillation of Male dominance.

His tears made me so hard that I fucked another load into his cunt.

After Master Yannick finished pumping his second load into Fionn, he held his large cock deep inside the faggot’s pussy. Then, according to Master Yannick, he “whispered into his ear that Daniel (Master Yannick’s Alpha best friend) and I were going to dp him and that I would share him with Daniel.” 

“I don’t want to get dp’d,” moaned Fionn.

“Who owns that pussy?” asked Master Yannick firmly.

“You own it, Master,” replied Fionn meekly.

“Then I do the fuck with it as I please, don’t I?” barked Master Yannick.

And Fionn started to weep bitterly. The tears excited the Beast within Master Yannick and caused his dick – still inside Fionn’s pussy – to swell back to full mast. So Master Yannick fucked another load into Fionn’s ass.

The faggot kept crying after the third breeding. Master Yannick left him alone for a while so he could think about the loss of his penis and his Manhood. But eventually Master Yannick couldn’t hold back, so he mounted Fionn again and deposited another load. 

But the tears kept coming. So Master Yannick held Fionn in his arms and told his faggot he loved him. He repeatedly told the faggot how proud he was of the sacrifice he made for him and his glory.

This finally soothed Fionn, and the exhausted faggot fell gently to sleep. 

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When talking about these two days with Master Yannick afterward, I told him that I feel like I’ve had front-row seats to the live ascendancy of a new Alpha God. I’ve been witness to a Man casting off any remaining shackles and exploding with the power and force of a supernova. 

My brother Fionn may be broken, bruised, and sore, but he can hold on to this one undeniable truth – he is the owned faggot and property of one of the most authentically Alpha Males to have ever walked the Earth. Every day and night he is mounted and bred by the cock of a god, his life safe in that diety’s large and steady hands. And it is forever.

A faggot cannot ever hope for anything better than that.

Master Nick spent a large chunk of yesterday trying to repair the damage caused by Master Matt’s rape of his faggot Alex (CLICK HERE). He even went so far as to apply a cream to Alex’s swollen pussy and clean Alex’s cage and clit. 

These ministrations made Alex feel better. However, Master Nick had come to the end of his patience. So he grabbed his brother Master Nikola and went to Master Matt’s condo to confront him.

It was a clear statement, a show of force against the wolf stalking their henhouse. 

The two Alphas marched over to Master Matt’s apartment. However, Master Nick was stunned when Master Matt opened the door, and there, in the apartment, was another faggot Matt was preparing to rape. His rage was instant. He demanded that the faggot leave the apartment immediately, which it did. 

Then came a long, loud tirade by Master Nick. With Master Nikola standing at his back, Master Nick tore into a humiliated Master Matt for what he did to Nick’s defenseless faggot. 

At one point, Master Matt said, “Who cares? They’re only faggots!” This statement nearly caused Master Nick to punch a hole in Master Matt’s head. Master Matt later said, “I thought Nick was going to kill me.”  

In the end, Master Nick made it clear: Matt was not allowed to approach any of his faggots ever again. 

After the confrontation ended, it was clear that Master Nick’s bold stance had devastated Master Nikola. It was Nikola’s mismanagement that originally put Alex in danger, and I don’t think Nikola had viewed the faggots in such noble and responsible terms before that confrontation occurred. Master Nick’s bold stance taught Nikola the depth of true faggot ownership.

As for Master Matt, I’m not sure the lessons have made any impression. I spoke to him at length today. And when I chewed him out for preparing to rape another faggot a day after he raped poor Alex, he replied, “I have my needs, too.” 

This statement, of course, enraged me. There simply isn’t any way to justify that level of violence as being a “need” of a Man, and I let him know that in unvarnished terms.

When I was done, a relatively-silent Matt finally asked, “Do you think I need some therapy?” What could I say? It’s pretty clear that Master Matt has a dangerous and destructive problem. And, even worse, he doesn’t seem to be fully committed to correcting the issue.

So thank goodness we have Protector Alphas like Master Nick standing up for righteousness! Men like him heal the broken-hearted and defend the weak. 

The world is filled with cruel and violent Men eager to tear apart and use the innocent. They will not succeed. Master Nick and his true Alpha brothers stand against them, and are destined to defeat them!

This is a thread chronicling the rise of straight Alpha Archie, a 17-year-old Australian water polo stud. as he discovers the wonders of fag worship. CLICK HERE to follow this developing story!

Finally!

After weeks of fucking his faggot Jasper’s mouth and doing a lot of talking about fucking its pussy, Alpha Archie finally took the plunge. Plunge in an appropriate word considering that it happened – again – in a public toilet.

As you may remember, Archie is a star player for his school’s water polo team. Jasper faithfully attends all of Archie’s games, and (of course) gets skull-fucked afterward. 

But this day Archie wanted more than a throat. He wanted to FUCK. So while everyone else was leaving the facility after the game, Archie grabbed his faggot and pulled it into a handicapped bathroom. He aggressively pushed the faggot down over a sink, yanked down the faggot’s pants, and started trying to fuck it.

Archie said the virgin faggot’s “arse” was very tight, so he had some trouble pushing his big dick into it.

Then Alpha Archie bred his first faggot.

Needless to say, Archie is a convert to the glories of faggots and fag pussy!

I am so proud of Alpha Archie. He’s approached this new aspect of his Alphahood with a sense of humor and adventure. Because of that, he will always have faggots eager to drop to their knees in his service for the rest of his life!

To my fag brother Jasper – the one who initially asked for my help with Alpha Archie – I have only this to say:

YOU’RE WELCOME!

This is part of a continuing series chronicling the rise of Alpha Matt, a straight male and friend of Alpha Jin who slowly came to understand the wonders of faggot worship. Click here to read all of these posts in order! 

One of the most terrifying Alpha fuckers I’ve ever known is Supreme Alpha Matt, the second straight Alpha to be initiated by the talented throat and pussy of Chin (who is the Typhoid Mary of these Toronto Alphas). Why terrifying? Because there is a tremendous danger constantly swirling around his persona and actions. A brutal fuck with a massive battering ram of meat between his legs, Master Matt’s physical dominance is matched only by his cunning, predatorial instincts. He’s fearless.

I have been hearing only intermittently from Master Matt over the last couple of months. He’s been fucking girls and picking up the random faggot at the gym. Even though he was enjoying himself and his power, there was always something bothering him about the life he saw Masters Nick and Nikola enjoying with their apartment of faggot slaves. He wanted something more like that for himself.

That desire wasn’t helped at all when Master Matt first laid eyes on Alex, the fourth faggot added to the stable of Nick and Nikola. Alex is a cutie, and the sight of this delicious new faggot made Master Matt hungrier than ever. Whenever he would bring up the topic of Alex with me, Master Matt sounded less like a Man and more like a great, starving lion lying in the weeds with a young gazelle in his sights.

So that’s why I was quite surprised and more than slightly concerned when I discovered that Master Matt had mysteriously shown up at the gym with Master Nikola and little Alex yesterday.

I began getting texts from Alex. “Matt is so hot,” said the horny little faggot, sending me into a text frenzy. I reached out to Master Nick about this predator clearly stalking one of his prized possessions (”I’m staying out of this,” said Nick), and the other faggots seemed agitated.

After Master Nikola finished his workout, he took Alex out for lunch. Master Matt met them there. Then Alex sent me a text: “Sam, Matt grabbed my hand and put it on his cock.” Then, a few minutes later, another text: “Sam, he did it again.”

I asked him what Master Nikola did when this happened. “He just laughed,” replied Alex. 

Right then I knew that Master Matt had negotiated with Master Nikola to use Alex, to taste this delicious new fruit from their fag orchard. Between Alphas, this kind of negotiation is common. They are the powers of our world, and faggots are the pieces to be used like bargaining chips. We are expected to simply obey and cooperate with the deals our Alphas strike between each other. 

Now it was Alex’s turn at the poker table.

So I quietly watched it unfold. “Sam, Nikola told me not to eat too much,” texted Alex, making me smile. Soon, I received a text from Master Nikola: “Matt is coming back to the apartment.” I smiled. “Okay, here we go,” I muttered.

Sure enough, when Master Nikola and Alex arrived at the apartment, Master Nikola told Alex to kneel in the living room. Then Master Matt walked through the door and immediately claimed his prize. He pulled out his gigantic cock and began face fucking the little faggot. When Alex wasn’t going deep enough, Master Matt grabbed his head and forced his long dick down his throat (”Down to the balls,” said Matt afterward). Finally, Master Matt exploded down Alex’s throat, the hungry faggot swallowing every delicious drop. 

The entire time Master Matt was raping Alex’s throat Master Nikola sat there and watched. “I had to make sure my faggot was okay,” said Nikola.

After Master Matt left, Alex sent me a text. “Sam, Matt wants to take me to the gym tomorrow.”

I laughed wearily. The Hierarchy never rests. Alphas make plans and faggots surrender themselves to satisfy the needs of their owners.

Tomorrow another lion will feed until his belly is full of fag meat. Tomorrow another faggot will learn what it means to be caught and devoured by the world’s greatest predator!    

This is part of a continuing thread isolating the rise of Supreme Alpha Dylan, brother of Alpha John and Master of the faggot Cody. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

I’m not even sure how to handle this post. Suffice it to say at the outset that Master Dylan crafted an unforgettable weekend centered completely around his needs and the needs of his Alpha cock. There was so much worship and fag breeding involved that it’s difficult to even whittle it down into a manageable storyline.

It started Friday evening. Master Dylan took turns fucking Cody and Ethan (designated Fag2 by Master Dylan) and breeding them both. Fag2 then used its cooking skills to make Master Dylan a nice meal of chicken and veggies. After dinner, Cody was commanded to clean up the dishes while Master Dylan punched Fag2 in the stomach, then took Fag2 into the bedroom and fucked three loads into it as a reward for dinner. In the midst of the fucking Master Dylan took Fag2 into the shower and made it swallow his piss. 

After a full night of breeding, the three of them went to sleep. In the middle of the night Cody was awakened to the bed shaking and Fag2 crying loudly; Master Dylan woke Fag2 by mounting and raping it.  

Saturday morning the two faggots woke up to make Master Dylan a nice breakfast of waffles. Then it was time to unlock the chastity cages on both faggots for their cleaning. During this process, Cody accidentally became erect. Rather than punish Cody, Master Dylan forced Fag2 to suck its fag brother to completion. Fag2 dutifully swallowed Cody’s cum, but hated it.

Then Cody and Fag2 got in the shower together to get clean for the next rounds of fucking. While they showered, Master Dylan got on Grindr and found a 19-year-old virgin faggot online. He told the faggot to come to his house.

So then this happened:

Okay so it was supposed to be just Ethan and me right? So yesterday afternoon Master was fucking us and sometime rang the bell to his apt and I was like Shit someone called the cops cuz we were loud!

So Master was busy fucking Ethan and told me to handle it and I opened the door and the was this little twink kid and I thought like maybe he was selling candy bars or some shit door to door.

And he looked At me all confused and shit and I looked at him and it felt like we just stared at each other like forever and I asked him if he needed something and he said all confused that he had the wrong place and was looking for Dylan.

And Master Dylan comes out of the bedroom and OMG he looked so hot all naked with a massive boner and just like walked right up to the faggot and asked him his name and he started to give his real name and Master slapped him not hard across the face and asked him what his name was again and I saw how confused and scared the faggot was so I kinda whispered “I’m a faggot” in his ear and he told him that and Master Dylan told him to get on his knees and show him.

So Master Dylan relaxed on the couch and enjoyed a blowjob from Fag2 while ordering Fag3 (its new name, later changed to Pinky) to present itself for inspection. Then it was time for Master Dylan to fuck this new faggot.

Master Dylan took Fag3 into the bedroom with the other faggots. Master Dylan had Fag3 suck his cock to test its skills (needs work). Then Master Dylan told his other two faggots to take Fag3 into the shower and clean it thoroughly for fucking.

While in the shower Fag3 admitted to its fellow faggots that it was a virgin and actually just 17 years old!

Once Fag3 was clean, Master Dylan put it on its stomach on the bed. Then, after a brief 69 on the bed, Master Dylan put on a condom and mounted the faggot. He started slowly, using small thrusts until he was fully inside. Then he carefully fucked the faggot. During the process of deflowering Fag3 Cody stayed right by the faggot’s head with a bottle of poppers, occasionally giving the fag a hit in order to soothe the pain of violation.

After Master Dylan came in the condom, he ordered the other two faggots to leave the room. Then Master Dylan took off the used condom full of his seed and gave it to the faggot. The faggot greedily sucked the cum out of the condom. Master Dylan told the faggot to keep that condom as a memento of the fuck that took his virginity.

Then Master Dylan put Fag3 on its back with the fag’s legs on his shoulders and fucked it bareback. This time Master Dylan really fucked the faggot hard, finally popping the fag’s second ring and cunting it. Then he bred the new faggot.

Fag3 stayed for several hours as the fucking continued, but eventually it had to go home. Master Dylan continued fucking Cody and Fag2 the rest of the night.

On Sunday, Master Dylan fucked both faggots again and then sent them on their way. While he was alone, Fag3 called and begged to see its new Master. Once it arrived, the faggot got on its knees and admitted to Master Dylan that it was actually just 17 years old. As a reward for telling the truth, Master Dylan fucked and bred the faggot two more times before dismissing it.

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Like I said at the beginning, I can’t even properly summarize the kind of weekend Master Dylan and his (now) three faggots experienced together. Or how many loads were deposited. 

Suffice it to say that Master Dylan has entered rarified air after this performance. The dominance, the control … they are next-level shows of force. Afterward, Master Dylan said he felt more powerful than ever before; he said he could actually feel power “surging” through his body. 

All I know is this – Master Dylan has changed, and nothing will ever be the same. He has been consulting with some Alpha brothers about how to handle his rapidly-growing Kingdom of faggot slaves. 

If anybody is capable of handling all of these eager faggots, it’s this new APEX Alpha.  

After a couple of foolish decades as a cage-free faggot, I was worried about undergoing the procedure of locking myself into chastity. I didn’t really know what to expect from the experience or, more importantly, from myself. 

I’ve experienced quite a range of emotions since locking up my clit a week ago, but they’ve largely been quite positive emotions. The denial of orgasms wasn’t really an issue for me since I had already gone more than two years without masturbating (on purpose). I consider myself to be an optimist, so even something like chastity (which most Men would hate) I tended to view through a rosy lens. 

Most of all, I remember feeling a deep, soothing calm wash through me as my body and spirit adjusted to the new reality of the chastity cage. There was a sense of truth about it that reminded me of when I first accepted my truth as a faggot so long ago. I’ve often said that revelation felt like “home” to me. 

The chastity cage felt that same way, too. It felt like a permanent and comfortable home.

Of course, I had many years of service as a devoted faggot under my belt by the time I locked my first cage onto my fag clit. I had already accepted my inferiority to actual Men long ago. I understood that Men deserve to have and use penises, not faggots like me. So locking myself in chastity was simply a formality, a period at the end of an emphatic statement.

The transition into chastity isn’t always as smooth as mine, however. It’s especially difficult for young faggots still coming to grips with their purpose in life while simultaneously gripping their hard fag dicklets. Letting go of the former persona and embracing the new reality can be jarring, and there is often rebellion.

Which leads me to my dear brother Alex, the fourth faggot owned by straight Alpha Masters Nick and Nikola. 

Yesterday Master Nikola took Alex to the gym with him. Alex largely followed his Master around as Nikola completed his workout. As the workout continued, Alex became increasingly self-conscious of the chastity cage visible through his shorts. He started noticing sideways stares from other Men in the gym. 

Once Nikola finished his workout, he told his faggot to take a shower. Alex resisted the command at first, but he eventually removed his clothes and took a shower in front of the other Men in the locker room. 

Nikola was so proud of his faggot for following his command, but he was also proud to show off his gorgeous possession to the other Men watching with interest. 

But Alex was anything but proud. He was embarrassed and ashamed.   

This negative reaction caused a great deal of consternation with Nikola, and later Nick once he found out. Both Alphas view chastity as a necessity for faggots, and also a gift they give to their faggots. To them, the chastity cage is like a wedding ring of sorts they give to their faggots to denote their ownership of the faggot. The cage effectively says, “Faggot, you are mine.” 

And Alex was rejecting that deeper meaning in favor of his own ego and self-image.

Today Masters Nick and Nikola had Alex undress and kneel in the middle of the living room. Then they began to discuss why they needed Alex to accept his cage as a permanent part of his future as a faggot. Their faggot. 

Master Nick underscored the following points:

• As straight Men, Nick and Nikola have the right to own and use their dicks like Men.
• As a faggot, Alex does not have the right to use his dicklet for anything other than urinating.
• Chastity is a gift they have given to the young faggot.
• Alex needs to learn to appreciate this gift and be proud of it.

It was a hard, and humiliating lesson, and Alex seemed frustrated afterward. Again, this is a difficult adjustment for a new faggot to make. However, Alex is humble enough to understand that he still has much to learn and accept.

For me, chastity was like reaching home after a long, confusing journey. For Alex, the road home still stretches before him. No matter how or when we get there, we all arrive safely in the end.

This is a thread about a 42-year-old Australian faggot named Jono who now serves a powerful straight 25-year-old Alpha after years of friendship. CLICK HERE to read all posts in chronological order! 

Jono’s Australian Alpha continues to deepen his penetration into Jono’s body and soul! 

When we first met Jono, he was a formerly-straight male forced into submission by the sheer power of an Alpha half his age. We’ve followed Jono as he was first throat-fucked by this Alpha, then fucked with condoms. 

Now this Alpha God is fully breeding Jono, his personal faggot!

brother sam

I’m still around, still getting fucked in my pussy – damn,  it’s odd to write those words. I never thought I’d say this about getting fucked, sam. I thought I was a straight guy once. But bottoming to this one particular human male is sublime.

The feeling of it, bro. His massive brown dick slides all the way inside my most sensitive place with such…  confidence. He just knows He owns me and I love the way He doesn’t care if I wriggle or cry out. He just holds me down a little tighter and looks at me with a fierceness I could not cross if I wanted to. 

This last fuck He gave me – it really was a gift to me and He sees it that way too. It was by far the best sex I’ve ever had and I thought I was a dude who banged chicks. Honest to God, sam. This was obviously in me all the time and looking back I think I was always naturally effeminate as a child. But I learned to stifle it and be (as we say) “one of the lads.” And I was for sure.

But that’s all in the past.

This last fuck: after some gentle strokes and whispered words about how soft I feel inside and how I’m just his fleshlight really… just a super expensive, high quality one. I shit you not, that’s what He said as He fucked my almost virgin ass with His massive massive brown dick. And him… a 25 yo god who everyone in the street stares at. And I’m just a 42 yo and He chooses to fuck my ass, sam. I’m not ugly but I can barely believe my luck. Even if it never happens again, no-one can take that away from me. I fulfilled my purpose. I made a Man cum with all my soft bits. Same one. Many times. 

Not just any Man. A god. 

I think He even chose me over a Tinder chick once. But anyway that’s only coz I worship Him. I love being fucked by Him, and I want it so much there’s no pain – it just feels like coming home. I wish I could describe the feeling of resignation that sweeps over me as He enters me. Sometimes I cry out, sometimes I wince. He says to me in a hard whisper “just take it. Just take it bitch.”

So it’s not my ass to him ever again. From now on it’s His pussy. He can use it as He pleases. Same with my throat and actually all of me.

love from jono 

I love this idea that an Alpha’s fuck can be viewed as a “gift” they give to us! This is so true! 

In Jono’s case, his Alpha gave him the gift of freedom – a freedom from denial and confusion, freedom from unrealized expectations and hopeless delusions. 

Service is freedom for faggots. Alphas know this, and by using us they give us the chance to experience that type of freedom!

My brother is free now! I’m so happy for him! 

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

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

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

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

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

THOROUGHLY OWNED!

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

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

This is the way Men are meant to live!

This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

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

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

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

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

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