The concept of Hierarchy is often misunderstood, and the mechanics of Hierarchy are even less understood. Simply put, Hierarchy is the First Law of human society. It defines how society is structured, almost entirely based on Male power dynamics.
From the first moment one Man dominated another Man, Hierarchy has been the driving force behind all Male interactions and human achievements. Men rule the world; every bridge, skyscraper, scientific discovery, mechanical advancement, medical breakthrough, and work of art has been imagined, designed, and built by Men. Every war won and every life created – all by the power of Men.
Hierarchy celebrates the power and glory of Men, while also honoring another basic truth: Men are NOT created equal.
To illustrate my current understanding of Hierarchical levels, I created the above diagram. Here’s an explanation:
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Kamal first wrote to me a couple of days ago, his expressed desire to serve his Alpha uncle Farid seemed difficult. Yes, his uncle is a professor of gender studies, and yes, his uncle has been talking to Kamal about hierarchy. It still seemed to be a difficult conversation. I answered him honestly, and gave him my advice. You can read that first QFR by CLICKING HERE.
Now, very often I advise people and they don’t take action. Of course, I can’t make anybody do what they’re unable to or unwilling to do. But there is only one thing is true: anyone who is unwilling to play the game will never, ever have a chance to win.
That is why I rejoiced when I received this inspirational update from Kamal:
Dear Sam,
Your words have been a quiet compass for me. I planned to write explaining why taking on household chores isn’t straightforward—his wife would notice the shift, and she already doesn’t like me much. Besides, between classes and varsity practice, I’m rarely home when she does them—but I’ve offered to help her and maybe i can slowly take over the tasks that relate to my uncle. I want to serve him. I want to be the one who meets his needs. But that’s not why I’m writing tonight.
Masculinity has always been a quiet puzzle for me. Outwardly, I fit the part: my posture, my voice, the way people read me. But inwardly, something else stirs. It’s when I imagine being taken by a man like my uncle that everything clarifies. More than anything, I want to serve someone I deeply respect and admire. Someone whose strength—steady, unyielding, effortless—makes me want to kneel. To show him how much I want him. To let him know, without doubt, that he owns me. That his pleasure is my purpose, and being used exactly as he desires is my calling. And because it’s my uncle who has awakened this in me, he’s the only one who can fill the hollow ache inside me. The one who can finally make me who i am.
In my heart I believe this confusion only ends when he takes me for his own. When he pushes deep enough that I stop being the man I thought I was—the one who hides behind a hard shell—and finally become what I’m meant to be. I need him to split my core open, peel away the disguise I’ve worn for years, and set who I truly am free for him to see. Buoyed by your words, today I decided to stop hiding. To “man up” one last time and tell him everything and be done hiding.
It went… I don’t really know how. I found him in his study, lost in a book. When I asked to speak with him seriously, he set it down and gestured to the couch. But instead of sitting across from him, I stepped close, dropped to my knees between his spread legs, and looked up into his eyes. He blinked, surprised. I told him everything—how long I’d waited, how deeply I wanted him, how his strength pulled at something in me I couldn’t name. I held his gaze the whole time, even as my voice trembled. When I finished, the weight of it hit me all at once. My chest shook. I looked down, and tears spilled over before I could stop them.
His hand found my head and he tilted it up until i was facing him. But I couldn’t look at him so I don’t know what he saw. He spoke in that low, steady voice I know means business: “This is true?” I actually don’t remember if it was a question or a statement. All I could do was say yes and that I’d never lie to him.
There was a long enough silence that I risked a glance at his face. His eyes locked onto mine, and something in them shifted—darkened, softened, or maybe both. He exhaled slowly. “I need some time alone with this, Kamal. I’m glad you told me. Don’t cry.” His thumb brushed away a tear, and I stood and left him there.
Now I’m waiting. My pulse won’t settle and I jump at every door opening, phone chiming. I can’t wait till he gets home tonight and it’s the thing I’m most afraid of at the same time. I don’t know what will happen, but I’ll tell you when I know.
Thank you for helping me.
HOORAY!!!
Kamal took action almost immediately, and was able to FINALLY express the feelings that had been tormenting him! And Sir Farid’s response was quite positive (others may read it differently), showing tenderness and empathy to his faggot nephew while also metering his response so as to not over-react! That is what true leaders do! I’m incredibly impressed by Sir Farid’s powerful example!
But I’m beyond proud of my brother Kamal! What he did took a lot of courage, strength, and humility! He opened his heart and offered himself with trust to the one Alpha in his life!
Why can’t more faggots do this? What stops them from trusting that superior Men would react in superior ways??
I can’t wait to find out the resolution to this situation!
Lately, I have been drawn more and more to destructive practices–financially, physically, and mentally. I have sought out crueler and more abusive alphas. I both crave and fear destruction. I know I should avoid it, but at times it is an overwhelming need, and only severe pain and humiliation can at least temporarily satisfy this need. And then I feel guilty for being such a weak faggot that I have these needs.
It sounds silly, but do you have any advice on how to pursue destruction safely?
Thank you,
fagjohn
Brother, thank you for writing!
I’ve never fully understood the faggot need/desire to be destroyed by Alphas. I think it stems from low self-esteem or some overriding shame, but it might be more complex than that. I don’t relate to that kind of extreme.
However, all faggots want to feel powerless and controlled. We want to surrender ourselves to the will of a superior Man and obey him. I think the destruction impulse is like a wild weed that grows like an offshoot from this natural desire of all fags.
But your desire to find “safe destruction” is pretty goofy, and basically impossible to find. It’s an oxymoron, right? It’s like asking for safe, medicinal doses of cyanide.
You need to meditate on why you’re wanting to have your life destroyed, brother. You’re worth more than that. I hope you realize it before it’s too late. I might suggest seeking a therapist for some concentrated work on isolating and eliminating such an impulse.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later!CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The other day I published a pretty alarming story of fag Marcus being used abusively by his 14-year-old Master, Alpha Lion, and Master Lion’s 18-year-old Alpha cousin. Some of the details on that weekend were grim enough to be dangerous.
But more interesting than that was what we learned about Master Lion. Despite his young age, he seemed to effortlessly command people older than him without a second thought. He proved to be bold and decisive, and everyone around him obeyed without question. Did I mention that Master Lion is just FOURTEEN?? Oh yeah, I did. Well, 14-year-olds that have that degree of dominance have nothing in their way to becoming a God Alpha with unlimited power and wealth in their future.
I thought the account Marcos sent was quite enough, but there’s a second part to the story that’s even wilder than the first! Read it:
Hi, Sam.
Thanks for the valuable advice you gave me. I confess I was already doing exactly what you said (staying silent and waiting) even before reading your post, because the events of that first night—which I described in my last post—and what followed (which I’m sharing today; I wrote it all at once but it got too long, so I split it up) made me realize something different was going on with my Master.
Picking up where I left off: after the girls stated they were at Yuri’s (a pseudonym) disposal, he and the Master sat down. One of the girls put on some stripper music and they began to undress. From where I was standing, I could see the two Alphas looking relaxed; one girl danced on the table while the others waited, sitting on the floor nearby. When they finished undressing, they’d sit next to the men, who would casually drape their arms around them and grab their breasts. Only when they were all naked did the cousin ask how they would split the girls up. The Master replied, “Why split them up?” noting that they were all at the cousin’s disposal—he should just pick the two he wanted and rotate between them throughout the night. The cousin asked which one was the best, and the Master replied that he had chosen his best-behaved girls and they were all good enough, though each had a specific strength. He pointed them out: “This one gives the best blowjob, this one has a super-wet pussy, this one has a tight, gripping ass, and this one can handle really rough fucking.” The cousin then said he wanted the one with the best ass, since his girlfriend is religious and won’t do anal. The Master told him not to worry about that, as they had all been instructed to do *everything* he ordered, so he’d have four tight little asses to have fun with. The Master stripped off his clothes, took the his girls to his armchair, and had them suck him off while he watched his cousin. The cousin ordered them to undress him, and one of the girls made the mistake of dropping his belt buckle on the floor. He gave her a sharp slap on the head and told her to show more respect for his buckle (in the days that followed, I saw that he was really into the whole cowboy thing). He pulled the other girl onto his lap to kiss her and left the one who had messed up on the floor, having her take off his clothes and fold them. When she removed his underwear, what stood out most wasn’t his penis—which was the same size as the Master’s, just a bit thinner—but the massive amount of body hair. Because of the heat here in Rio, the Master would sometimes trim his hair a little, but the cousin clearly had never done anything of the sort; he was *incredibly* hairy. If his penis had been small, it might have gotten lost in there. Once he was completely naked, he sat down and ordered the two girls to lick him. They approached but then hesitated and pulled back; looking at the Master, he said:
“Didn’t you say they’d do whatever I wanted?”
The Master looked at the girls and said:
“They will.”
He looked at the girls and shouted, “Get to it, goddammit!”
It actually startled me, since the Master doesn’t usually shout. The girls did too; they quickly obeyed the order, though they didn’t look too happy about it (that’s when I remembered cousin saying he hadn’t had a decent shower in four days—and with that much body hair, he probably didn’t smell too pleasant, at least not to women).
The two men then put their arms behind their heads and started chatting about past hookups, parties, and personal memories, while the four girls sucked their huge cocks.
After a while, the Master ordered me to get some beers, and I rushed to do it as subserviently as possible to please him. When I handed over the beers, the cousin asked if I was just going to stand there watching them fuck. The Master then ordered me back to the corner to face the wall. I could only hear everyone moaning, unless I was called to fetch cigarettes (for the cousin) or beer, at which point I could catch a quick glimpse of what they were doing. I realized then that an alpha competition was playing out: whenever the Master stepped on a girl’s head, the cousin did the same; when one fucked their throats, the other did too; and even when the Master fucked one girl while having another lick his ass, the cousin followed suit.
At one point, when I brought several sandwiches for the two of them, I realized I hadn’t eaten since waking up—having had to prepare the Master’s coffee and the banquet before heading to the airport. I asked the Master if I could step away to eat something, but, fueled by that competitive adrenaline, he just looked at the cousin, told me to shut my mouth, and ordered me back to the corner. It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time after that that he asked if my stomach was still empty; he smiled arrogantly at the cousin and said to me:
“Come fill it up, then, faggot.”
He made me kneel and pissed liters of beer into my mouth.
I went back to the corner, facing the wall, and could… feeling my stomach heavy and letting out small burps that smelled like piss, which I quickly swallowed so as not to making noise and disturbing the Master.
After about two hours, the Master called me over again and asked if my stomach had emptied. Afraid he might order me to drink the cousin’s piss, I said no; however, he told me that his bladder was full of piss again regardless. So, obediently, I bent down to drink a second cascade of urine. All the while he was pissing into my mouth, he kept looking at the cousin with a smug expression.
Afterward, he dismissed me, telling me to go eat and also feed his fiancée in her room. Then, I was to fold and put away the cousin’s things and go to sleep.
It wasn’t until morning that I was woken by a blow to the face; when I looked up, it was the cousin who had struck me with the sole of his foot. He asked if I thought it was right for him to sleep on the same level as a slave and hauled me onto the floor. The Master stood in the doorway watching as the cousin shoved me under his bed—alongside boxes, his shoes, and a blue suitcase full of dirty laundry—and ordered one of the girls to spread some blankets from the bed down to the floor.
And so, I slept for a while longer, “trapped” in a makeshift, stinking hovel.
It might seem like a miserable life and that the two of them are terrible people, but today—while I was waiting for them outside a party to act as their driver and take them to some lucky girl’s house—I was writing this message to you. The Master appeared and asked what I was doing. I showed it to him; at first, he was quite angry that I was writing about him without permission and started scolding me, saying he would punish me. But after reading how I write about him with such reverence, and seeing how respectful you were, he decided I could keep messaging you. He also explained to me that neither you nor I—since we aren’t “real men”—know anything about cars, and that I was never in serious danger because his car (a BMW X3) has an air passage between the cabin and the trunk, which he made sure to keep open. He would never allow anyone to cause me fatal harm (bearing in mind that he literally saved my life) or permanent injury, as I am one of his most prized possessions (I took that as a declaration of love).
He told me that he and his cousin have competed since childhood over who plays better, who climbs the highest tree, who crosses the river first, and so on. He said I might have to suffer a bit more than the usual faggot while he’s here, but that whenever I suffer in silence and keep obeying, it shows his cousin just what a powerful man the Master is. So, I have to get used to it and view it as a form of devotion to him.
I don’t know when I’ll be able to write to you again, as the coming days will be tough, but I’ll be back soon to talk more with my friend and mentor, faggot Sam.
Fag Marcus.
This is pretty incredible. Let me remind you that Marcus’s straight Master Lion is FOURTEEN and his straight cousin is EIGHTEEN, and yet already they understand hierarchy better than Men three times their age! Like I’ve said again and again, Alphas are BORN. This isn’t some learned course of life … they have NEEDS to dominate and be worshiped/served by inferiors!
Marcus does such a great job serving Master Lion. I’m so impressed by how well he handles every twisted and sadistic turn his young Master throws at him! I mean, he drank piss on command twice without being anywhere near prepared for it! He worked hard during a long night of being used! It’s not always easy to be an owned faggot!
I was overjoyed when Marcus told me about being discovered writing to me, and that Master Lion read and approved of my documenting this situation! I always like for the Masters of the faggots who write to me to know their faggots are doing it, because this can lead to greater education in hierarchical truth.
I loved the detail that Master Lion and his cousin have always competitively fought all of their lives. Marcus correctly identified it as Alpha dominance battles. Alphas always play “King of the hill” games because that dominance born within them drives them to conquer from an early age. Now, there might not be much of a difference between a 14-year-old and an 18-year-old, but there certainly is when they’re four and eight, right? Yet Master Lion was fighting for dominance even then … and winning!
Master Lion is clearly an unstoppable force, a God Alpha who probably deserves to own a mansion with ten faggots worshiping and serving as in-house slaves. He’s that type of Alpha, the legendary ones who inspire legions of faggots to instantly submit and countless women to beg for breeding. His is a blessed life, and we are fortunate to be getting a first glimpse of his glory rising over the land. His land.
Thank you, Marcus, for sharing your experiences of service to this once-in-a-generation King!
Titouan wanted to share this longer video of a recent spanking video I shared here. I believe it’s better because we feel the relationship between the Master and the fag.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The story of beta-sub/faggot Pete and his relationships with his God Alpha father and his three Alpha sons continues to get crazier and more complex with every update. There are so many intricate co-minglings (literally) within the family’s emotional architecture that I occasionally stop and ponder over how it got this way.
My answer typically comes down to this: Master Doug, Pete’s God Alpha father, enforced a joyful celebration of masculine hierarchy all of their lives, and this is the end result of it. Pete’s family loves Manhood and the power that imbues in them. It’s just a great thing that Pete’s three sons have all turned out to be Alpha and can benefit from the teachings of Master Doug while also practicing on their faggot father!
Pete wrote a bit more about the family after my last post and my commentary possibly rattled him. I didn’t mean to sound critical or concerned about the situation. It’s simply not something I’ve seen a lot of in my time with this site (God Alpha Dino’s family notwithstanding).
Here’s Pete’s update:
A few thoughts and updates.
Danny, the youngest just turned 14. The other two have birthdays in August.
Danny is still a little horn dog, but he is learning control, leadership, responsibility. The summer has been full of baseball and football camps.
All three are team leaders.
One of Danny’s coaches told me what a fine man Danny is. A real leader (let again a great player.)
The older two were always going to do great. Danny was looking to be a wild boy and a difficult teen – but he’s learned to know his place, how to channel his energy, how to treat others. He does it as an alpha male. The same coach said that it was so great allowing Danny to grow into his dominance. Coach is a friend of my dad’s.
Sex around the house is not all that often really. The two oldest boys are driving, middle boy only has his permit and will get his license in a couple of weeks. They spend time with their friends and various girlfriends. Good guys.
Danny spends more time naked than anyone. His friends come over and strip down, too. Playing in the pool, gaming. Their folks, especially their fathers are fine with it. Boys, guys, men will be naked.
Danny jacks off more than anything else sexual.
I’m still Dad, and if anything the boys are more affectionate. It is an affection that a guy has with a friend lower on the pecking order. There hands are always on my shoulders, often with their hands on my head, often fingering my hair. I’m Dad that drives them around, doles out cash. But my oldest will tell me to wash his car, and I do. Often they will tell me strip down and stay naked, e.g. when I’m home from work, errands, shopping, gym. Dick and ass get pats. Hair gets ruffled. Very affectionate and very much comfortably exerting their dominance and the pecking order.
I don’t mind. I enjoy it. A lot.
Fag. Faggot. I guess I am, though I am not sure what it means in my circumstances. I’m definitely male and generally a guy. Easy going, but that does lead into submissiveness with other men, such as at the gym, etc.
My dad was telling me how he didn’t get the whole chastity thing, or guys being covered with jocks when being fucked. He said that a part of being a strong man is dominating and controlling and fucking other men – and he wants to see that it is a man that he is topping and bettering. He also said how he likes looking at the men he’s fucking having their dicks go soft and get smaller. He doesn’t allow his fuckboys to touch their dicks. He likes to see handsfree orgasms and ejaculations.
Also, my fuckbuddies, my friends, all comment how when fucking with other guys that they have no problem with e.d. or getting wiped out until they cum a few times. None have much sex with their wives. We all like the sweaty, physical, athletic man with man sex. We’ve also started making-out when we’re together. We didn’t use to, at all. Men kiss and make-out completely differently than we do with women. Rougher, more fun. (Never done it with my boys! Ugh. Gross.) My dad wants to make-out when he is building up to pounding.
I love the details about how Pete’s sons treat him! It’s affection, certainly, but tinged with unmistakable dominance. The boys are lion cubs learning to kill, and using their father as the prey.
I’m really curious about Master Doug’s strong dislike of chastity or jockstraps for his faggots. I guess some Alphas love to see the difference between a Man (him) and a failed male. Humiliation is one of an Alpha’s favorite weapons, and I’m sure Master Doug wields it well!
Also, the idea of making out with my Dad turns my stomach!
Pete’s final paragraph is a ringing endorsement of Man-on-Man sex. It’s an interesting point. Men love to be with other Men, and they’re often invigorated by the experience of bonding. Sex between Men is definitely rougher and more adrenaline-fueled. I know I’ve only ever felt more alive after being fucked.
In all, I think Pete cleared up some of my misconceptions and helped me appreciate that the boys are growing up more naturally than I initially believed. It’ll be interesting to see if all or any of them claim faggots of their own as they grow!
They probably won’t find one as good as their Dad!
Hello. Hope you’re doing well. I live in Lebanon, Beirut and I’m a closeted faggot. In my situation where being a faggot is not acceptable in society how can I find my alpha to serve because it’s hard approaching random men in countries like these. I’ve only served online & sucked a cock or two (escorts). I’d like you to listen to your advice for someone like me. Thanks!
Thank you for writing, brother!
I get a fair number of letters from the Middle East, and my advice is usually the same: try to find a way to leave the Middle East. It’s way too risky trying to find an Alpha to serve there, even in the countries that are a bit more lenient (like Lebanon).
How might you do that? If you don’t have a highly-prized skill (like in medical or IT) or you’re not in college (which could get you sponsorship), then I suggest applying for asylum. Try to get to the embassy of a gay-friendly country (Canada and Australia, for example) and apply for asylum.
When I rescued Baby Boy from Syria in 2017, I managed to get him across the border into Lebanon, then flew him to Malaysia where I his him for two years until we got Australia to take him in. It’s definitely possible, and we did it without any clear plan and few resources. You can, too.
im 18 years old from the uk. I have a friend Sam same age as me. A few weeks ago I was pretty drunk after a night out and had failed to pull a girl. I complained about it and he suggested that he could help. I was freaked out by it and just went to bed. In the morning I woke up with my usual morning wood and could stop think about his offer. I texted him and said if he was that desperate to suck my cock he should come over and do it. I was shocked when he responded telling me he was on his way. I let him suck my cock and he swallowed my cum.
we have both had girlfriends in the past. I have been looking up about fags and alphas and kind of like the idea if he is a fag of having someone who I can get a blowjob from when ever I want. Do you think he’s a fag and how do I find out if he is?
Thank you very much for writing to me, Sir!
Well, this is pretty exciting! I’m so proud of you for taking action so swiftly once it occurred to you that your friend might be a faggot! This quality is very much typical for Alphas (in case you were wondering if you are Alpha).
I think it’s kind of funny that you’re asking me if there is some way to find out if your friend is a faggot when it ran to your house to suck you off and swallow your cum ON COMMAND, Sir! Do you really need more proof than THAT? I’m not sure I can even come up with a better test than that!
So I think it’s safe to say that your friend IS a faggot, Sir. Now the question becomes: what more do you want with this faggot? Just blowjobs on command? Do you want to take ownership of him and make him your personal fag? Ownership involves training the fag, getting inside its mind and helping it accept itself and its purpose.
Here’s what I suggest, Sir: order the faggot to come over and suck you off. But when it arrives, have it kneel before you and kiss your feet. Then put its face in your crotch and deeply inhale your scent. Then talk to it, and tell it that you know it’s a faggot, and that you want to own it. See how it responds. Then as it: “What are you?” Make it say “I’m a faggot, Sir.” Repeat it until you’re happy. Then make it admit that it is YOUR faggot. Again, repeat until satisfied. Then feed it your dick and force it to swallow your cum.
These are typical brainwashing exercises to get the faggot to embrace its purpose as your property, Sir.
I really hope you decide to take ownership of it. This faggot has awakened your Alpha senses to the greater hierarchical purpose of your life as a leader, Sir. You’re taking a bold new step toward the vast power promised to you from the moment of your conception! Take it all!
This is not a shock. There are plenty of well-hung faggots.
All it does is prove both the hierarchical truth about the existence of natural-born faqqots AND the fact that penis size means nothing when it comes to someone’s hierarchical place!!!
Hi im a 16 year old and im a faggot and i need your help because i dont know how to approach this part of myself ( sorry if my english is bad im from italy) and also how do i find a alpha my age? I been realy intrigued by tue story of master lucas and hope to find one like him what should i do?
Hi little brother! Thank you for writing! By the way, your English is just fine!
I wouldn’t pin my hopes on finding an Alpha like Master Lucas, because he’s a rare type of Alpha. However, I am sure there are Alphas in your school who could use a faggot. In school, you just start by being useful or looking for ways to serve nonsexually. Identify one or two Alphas you’d like to serve (hopefully you already know them) and start offering to buy things for them or do homework for them. Be genuinely complimentary about how they look (young Alphas love flattery and are triggered by it). Maybe even start calling them “Sir” (in Italian, of course) to see if that gets their attention.
The Alphas you seek are in your school. Go get them!
Dear Sam, I hope you’re doing great. My name is Kamal, and I’m an 18-year-old college student living with my uncle, Farid, who’s a professor of gender studies on campus. I’m writing to you because I think I’ve finally figured out who I am—a faggot, and I’m really excited to learn how I can help my alpha male uncle in the way he wants. Over the time we’ve been living together, Farid has introduced me to some interesting readings about gender and we’ve even discussed male hierarchy. The more I talk with him, the more convinced I get that I am a faggot and he is clearly an alpha male. Farid is incredibly dominant and masculine, with a beautiful muscular body that I can’t help but stare at. His pecs are luscious, his thighs are strong, his biceps look like safety to me, and his nipples are impossible to ignore. But what really gets my heart racing is his magnificent cock—8 inches long and so thick it makes me crave the pain of taking it for the first time. Just thinking about it makes me weak in the knees. I know that as a faggot, my main role is to serve and please my alpha male uncle. I’m eager to do whatever it takes to fulfill this role and become the ultimate sex slave for him. More than anything, I am ready to be cunted, relieved of the burden of false masculinity and transformed into a faggot by and for my uncle. I want to hurt for him, be caged by him, used by him, controlled and protected by him. It’s a physical need like hunger that I can’t stop thinking about. How can I make him see past his affection for me and as the fag I want him to make me into? How can I make him be the one to cunt me, make me feel the void, make me cum from being fucked by him while my cock is trapped in the cage he puts me in? Please Sam, help me. Kamal.
Kamal, thanks for writing!
Congratulations on discovering your true purpose! It’s an important step that is so vital for all faggots to embrace so they can live their best lives! I’m glad you’ve found the truth!
I’m pretty sure your uncle is Alpha as well. More importantly, based on his conversations with you, I believe he knows you’re a faggot. Because of the family connection, I’m sure that’s why he hasn’t forced you into submission already. However, all of those types of concerns fall away in the face of pure hierarchical truth. It doesn’t matter that he’s your uncle … he’s Alpha, and you were born to serve Alphas like him.
I know you’re all hot and bothered about getting fucked, but part of being a faggot is succeeding in the small details as well. Are you doing all of the domestic chores? Are you ironing his clothes, etc.? Are you serving him meals? Offering to provide other forms of domestic-like service? These should be happening, or you should start doing them. This will trigger in his mind that you are accepting your role as his faggot.
To break the ice even more, you might have him read my “Letter To An Alpha” (link in right sidebar). He’s a scholarly Alpha who understands hierarchy on some level, so I imagine that letter would ring true to him. I have little doubt that he would have a positive response after reading that (combined with your exemplary service around the house).
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I honestly feel like a silly fangirl whenever I write or speak about Alpha Matt, the straight, 25-year-old Protector Alpha who has shepherded his faggot best friend Andres to safety and into the service of his Alpha friend Diego. There’s something about his steady confidence and inherent masculine goodness that gives me a WIDE-ON (if you know, you know) whenever he contacts me. With him I’m like a female who gets hot and bothered when she sees a hot guy holding a baby or playing with a puppy … The contrast between the power of a Man carefully handling the weakest of creatures always makes them wet.
I wish Alpha Matt would’ve been my best friend when I was a confused faggot in high school. I would’ve been so grateful to him for his benevolence and tenderness toward me that I would’ve never stopped kissing his feet in gratitude! I just wish with my whole fag heart that straight Men everywhere could come to know Alpha Matt and learn from his magnanimous masculinity!
What he has done to rally around his frightened faggot friend Andres and lead him to a fulfillment Alpha Matt might not even fully understand is already the stuff of legends here. He just knew he needed to act to save his beloved friend! But Alpha Matt has gone several steps beyond what an ordinary straight Man would do, including finding a Master for Andres named Diego and allowing Master Diego to breed Andres in his apartment! Words really fail me when I contemplate it.
Now Alpha Matt returns with an update. I can’t wait for you to read it!
Hey, this is Matt again!
I just listened to your podcast about me, and it was really nice to see all your respect and devotion. I do hope that one day a girl will talk about me just like you.
I’ve been a bit busy, but I wanted to give you an update. Diego had a lot of work this summer-that is, he basically spent the whole month of July fucking Andres multiple times under my roof. At first he would wait for me to leave the apartment, but I told him that I don’t care, so now what happens very often is that I’m watching TV while I hear the bed frame literally banging the wall in the other room. Diego told me that he covers Andres’ mouth because he doesn’t wanna disturb me with the noise lol what a thoughtful friend I have. I think many other guys would be upset or offended with his bisexual friend fucking his fag friend in his own bed, but to be honest, I’m glad to see that my apartment became a safe place for my little Andres to be himself. I did tell him to wash the bed sheets though, it would be too much to sleep on his sweat and cum lol but joking aside, I am truly happy, Sam. Andres wakes up with a beautiful smile on his face every single day, he hasn’t cried for two weeks now, which is a big achievement considering how depressed he was living with his family. And I officially brought him to live with me, he feels much safer here than with his parents. And so, our dynamic now is that my apartment has just 1 bedroom, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom, and 1 tiny living room, so Andres sleeps on the couch in the living room, I sleep in the bedroom, and when Diego is around I let them have fun in my bedroom.
Andres does not tell me the details, I guess he feels embarrassed, he just thanks me for being a good friend and says that “things are going well”. Diego, however, loves to give all the details, many more than I would ask to be honest lol he told me that Andres was waiting for him with his hole already lubed and wearing the butt plug I gave him, so he just needed to take if off, put some lube on his cock, and go for it. He also said that after three weeks Andres’ blowjob is “better than a woman would get in 10 years” – Diego likes to rub on my face how lucky he is to be bisexual and fuck both guys and girls.
By the way, you said in the podcast that you don’t know if I would watch the porn on the website, and I’m very open-minded, I have nothing against it, but it just doesn’t turn me on. I wish it did, because Diego has a wonderful life fucking all the holes he wants, but I just like the female body so much, the boobs, the forms, the shape, the pussy, it’s all so visually appealing, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Nothing against fags, please don’t take it personally, I recognize that some guys are really handsome, but I just don’t get hard watching gay porn. I have considered trying it with a very feminine guy, or maybe a femboy wearing a cage and some make-up, but I don’t know, I don’t think I’d get hard. Diego and I got much closer this summer now that he is with Andres, and Diego thinks that I should try a transgender guy with a pussy just to see how it feels. I don’t know, I have zero fragile masculinity about it, but I don’t wanna try it and then not getting hard and having a weird moment for both me and the guy.
I’m going out with that submissive girl I told you about. She just let me fuck her twice in a month, unlike Andres who let Diego fuck him around 20 times lol but she’s a nice girl and quite submissive in bed. In all other things she’s not submissive at all, but she made me cum twice in the past few weeks, so I think I’ll have a great time with her.
Thanks for the very kind words on the podcast, Sam! I appreciate it. Now that I’m 25 I wanna explore my Alphahood more and more, and your posts have been very helpful. I hope you like to know that our little Andres is living his best life, I take care of his feelings and safety now that he lives with me, and Diego takes care of his holes… he’s a lucky boy, isn’t he?
First of all, it’s so beautiful that Alpha Matt has moved Andres into his apartment! It sounds a bit short on room, and I get a feeling this arrangement cannot last too long with only one room. After all I’m sure Alpha Matt will want to bring a girl home to empty his balls, too! But they seem to be getting by okay.
I do think that it would be a good idea for Alpha Matt to set out some domestic chores for Andres to handle. I say it would be good for Andres because Andres needs to learn that owned faggots should honor and respect their Alphas in this way, but it would also be good for Alpha Matt to get a taste of what faggot ownership feels like. Not that he wants to own a faggot himself, but he might come to understand the advantages of owning them.
I’m really glad that Andres has made significant improvement since his awkward first time serving Master Diego! Apparently Master Diego is quite skilled at training faggots! It hasn’t been that long, and Andres is already better than most women! That’s quite a compliment!
Then Alpha Matt starts discussing his attraction toward women and his lack of attraction toward males. I get it – he’s straight. But a lot of straight Men and Alphas use faggots sexually despite not being attracted to them physically. So what is the reason? SUBMISSION and WORSHIP. Women do not properly worship or respect the vast, world-conquering power of Men despite the fact that MEN WANT AND NEED THIS WORSHIP! They’re made to be worshiped! So when straight Alphas have a faggot kneeling at their feet, kissing their feet, respectfully calling them “Sir” or “Master”, and glorifying them in general, something other than sexual attraction kicks in.
What is that? It’s an Alpha’s need to conquer and ascend into a position of ultimate glory where women and Men submit to his power. That need, that desire exists in the mighty hearts of all Alphas, and a faggot unlocks that better than anything else!
I’m not suggesting Alpha Matt should even try a faggot’s worship, but I’m pretty sure he would get hard if a faggot worships him and then wraps its skilled mouth around his growing cock!
To that end, I was so disappointed that Alpha Matt’s girlfriend only “allowed” him to use her sexually twice in a month. Alpha Matt is a growing King, and any subs in his Kingdom should be on-call and ready/willing to service him on command! In the world of faggots the word “NO” doesn’t exist. It wasn’t Andres “letting” Master Diego use him 20 times … but rather, Master Diego decided to use Andres 20 times. Again, Alphas make the rules, not faggots!
Overall, this is an amazing update. I love how happy Alpha Matt is from seeing his faggot friend Andres happy, safe, and fulfilled! But even more important than that is the fact that, in the course of trying to help Andres, Alpha Matt has awakened a deeper sense of purpose within himself! He’s embracing his natural role as an Alpha and realizing the truth of hierarchy in his own life!
And why is that important? Because our broken world needs more good Kings, righteous leaders, and God Alphas in it! Alphas like my beloved Alpha Matt!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later!CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??
I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.
Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:
Hello, Sam, how are you?
I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.
I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.
To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.
Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.
When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.
The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.
When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.
I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him. <span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.
But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.
I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.
You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.
Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).
The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”
The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.
When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone. <span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.
PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”
So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?
I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!
But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?
But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.
My name is Rulfo, and I am pretty sure I’m a faggot, but I’m 23 and no man has ever touched me. I’m not really attractive, I’m hairy, and a bit chubby. I think my life would be so much easier if I were cute, but it is what it is, and that’s okay. I have a co-worker who is openly bisexual and loves to brag about the girls and guys he fucks. Yesterday, we were talking (in Spanish) and in the middle of the sentence he said in English that our new intern, a 19-year-old guy, was “a good boy”. I didn’t understand what he meant, so I just smiled and then he said “do you know the difference between a bad boy and a good boy?”. I thought he was still talking about the college students we receive as interns, so I just said “well, good boys are more committed to their work.” He laughed and said “no, good boys deserve to be kissed, and bad boys deserve to be spanked, but at the end of the day both deserve to be bred”. I blushed immediately, it was so embarrassing, and at the same time so arousing, he kept laughing at my embarrassment. I arrived home and jerked off thinking about him. He is so Alpha and so confident in everything he does, I feel really safe when he’s around. At the same time, I am fully aware that I’m not as attractive as the cute intern or any other college twink he can find… what do you think? what would you do in my place? do you think comments/jokes like this one is just him being funny or maybe I should try to serve him?
I’ve been reading your work for 3 years, but that’s my first message to you. I hope you’ll be able to read it! I love you and your work, brother!
My brother, thank you for writing for the first time!
Let me just address the first part of your letter for a second. You say you’re “not attractive” because you’re hairy and chubby. I always encourage faggots who are serious about serving to try and get into the best shape they can, even if it’s just dieting and simple exercises. Do it for you and your self-confidence! The hair part might be more difficult to deal with, but even that can be solved. Even if you don’t, consider this: I have a fag friend who is obese and REALLY hairy, yet he serves all the time. Why? Because he knows what he wants and he isn’t shy. Being confident in yourself and your place as a faggot will overcome a lot of other, superficial issues.
This Alpha co-worker is very interesting to me. He’s quite confident and self-assured. I do think he was testing you with that statement. He was testing your reaction in order to see what it revealed about you possibly being a faggot. I thought you gave him an EXCELLENT response, and he played along! I’m proud of you for that!
So what did we learn? He fucks faggots, and he’s not too terribly picky (he breeds good boy and bad!) as long as they’re faggots (boys). He’s playful and he’s easy to talk to. And, most importantly, he understands the basics of hierarchy and recognizes it.
Here’s what I think you should do: since he’s already brought it up to you, ask him if you could ask a question and then ask him if he ever trains virgin faggots (maricons). Let him figure out that you’re talking about yourself. See where that conversation leads. Don’t be afraid of doing this, because he’s the one who introduced the subject. He did that for a reason!
If you just can’t get yourself to say that to him, let him read my “Letter To An Alpha” (in the right sidebar) and that will definitely break the ice!
I’m excited for you, Rulfo! This could be the break you need!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a caged faggot named Houston who struggled to take a straight Alpha without lube, but is now serving a mid-twenties Alpha from his gym.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Alphas live on the hair-trigger edge between their Protector and Destroyer Alpha sides. You can be owned by the most incredibly nurturing Alpha, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can set him off in ways you’d never expect.
I’m not saying this to scare any faggots, just to serve as a warning. So my advice is to obey at all times, even when you think he isn’t looking. That’s the only way you as a faggot can hope to safely survive.
Relatively-new faggot Houston discovered this fact about his new Master Mason the other day after a fairly hair-raising episode that involved a near-rape:
Hi sam,
Things had been going really well with my new Alpha (Mason) at the gym. He’d really gotten me on quite the routine across all forms of service over the past few weeks until a major incident happened.
There’s a guy – Tony – who is a large, built Black Man that comes by the gym towards closing to deliver supplies about once a week. I was in the laundry area when he arrived last weekend (normally on Mondays) and my 3” inseam shorts and cage bulge weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Mason likes me dressed like an inferior slut when it is less likely to be an issue after hours.
Well Tony took notice. He started teasing me and asking if I was a cocksucker/faggot. I, of course, confirmed right away as I don’t find it respectful to lie to a Superior Man like him.
He went about his delivery but I could tell he was constantly eyeing me. That’s when instinctively, I started sticking my ass out and arching my back more than needed to get some laundry out of the dryer. That was all it took. The next time he came in, I got a solid few slaps to my ass and then it was just Tony commanding me to “get on this dick faggot.”
It didn’t take me long to have it mostly down my throat – choking on it like a debased, sloppy whore. But his cock is massive. Probably 10+ inches. So it was a struggle. He worked up to quite a brutal face fucking from there before spinning me around so quickly I nearly lost my balance. Before I knew it, my shorts were down around my ankles and my caged clit exposed.
This is where I got a bit scared. I hadn’t taken a dick that big before and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to ask if I wanted to try it out. Without a second to process it, he thrust his dick to the balls and totally rearrange my guts without any mercy. It was so painful and unrelenting. I screamed out and tears began flowing freely down my face as he slammed the full length of his thick dick in and out. I have no idea how long it went on for but suddenly the door flung open and there was Mason – furious and seeing red. He ripped Tony off me and punched him square in the jaw.
I don’t recall all that happened in the moment. Just that Mason said “No one fucks MY faggot without my permission. Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”
“MY faggot.” That phrase of ownership and protection swept over me even in my post assault head spin. Tony was gone as soon as he stumbled back from the hit to the face.
Mason inspected my pussy and saw that it was pretty torn up/bleeding. After all his assertiveness and getting Tony off of me, I thought he would be nurturing in the moment. But I was dead wrong. He said he saw the whole thing on the security camera and that he’d even reversed the video after hearing my yelps and seeing me on the screen. And he wasn’t happy about what he saw leading up to it.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you flaunting yourself like a desperate whore in front of him. You practically begged for it. Now look – I’m down a delivery guy and I have a disloyal faggot with a useless pussy.”
I began crying all over again begging for his forgiveness and that I’d do whatever he wanted to get another chance.
He immediately threw me over his knee and gave me the hardest hand spanking I’ve ever received. It somehow hurt worse than a paddle or belt. And I think it was my guilt that stung the most. As his hand kept swatting full force he asked a series of questions that required me to affirm my owned status as his faggot.
“Whose faggot are you?!” – yours Sir!
“Whose cockwhore are you?!” – yours Sir!
“Whose cum and piss guzzling loser are you?!” – yours Sir!
The onslaught of questions didn’t stop for the entire spanking. He shoved a dirty pair of underwear from one of the Men’s laundry in my mouth as he left me sobbing on the floor. He came back a few minutes later and had something in his hand.
“If you’re going to have pussy that’s dripping like a bitch on the rag, then you’re going to be treated like one. Put it in.”
It was a tampon. He had gotten it from the women’s locker room. I have no experience with that but was not going to upset him further. So I fiddled with it and, with a lot of discomfort, buried it in my still raw pussy.
He just walked out saying “fucking pathetic” without even making eye contact.
I was so relieved that he still did use me some the rest of the weekend but only for face fucking, as a urinal and then even started having me eat his ass – especially after a long workout session or day at the gym. He really got into calling me “asswipe” at that point.
It was just today that he decided it was time to use my pussy properly but once he began his rut, it started bleeding again. And it was painful! That didn’t stop him breeding me but he let me know what a mess I was making on his dick.
Now I’m so worried about what to do, sam! I was mad at Tony but then just mad at myself for letting the situation become so disrespectful to my Alpha (and destructive to my cunt).
I’m not sure what to offer or say to Mason. I’m trying to think of new ways to worship him while hoping my pussy can heal. I’m worried about satisfying his needs while recovering and even have considered finding some willing twinks that might be of better service to him in the meantime – but I of course am worried he may prefer one of them over me after that and just dismiss me outright.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated! Don’t know where to go from here 🙁
houston
My initial reaction to Master Mason arriving and beating up Sir Tony the black Alpha who tried to rape Houston was to practically jump up and down for joy. That is pure Protector Alpha behavior, and it really spoke to me that Master Mason’s appreciation for his personal faggot was growing stronger.
But then came Master Mason’s real feelings.
I wasn’t prepared for the way Master Mason reacted to the way Houston responded to Sir Tony’s aggressive flirting. I think it’s hard for Alphas to understand the reactions of faggots in situations in which they feel vulnerable. It’s a natural defense mechanism we have. I think Master Mason mistook some of that.
I’m so sorry that Houston was injured, and that his Master didn’t see that damage as something of a crime against his property. He seemed to view it as something Houston asked for rather than what it was – an assault – and that Houston should be shamed for it. What an unpleasant way to handle that!
I can definitely imagine how awful Houston feels, first from messing up and getting assaulted, and then being shamed and slightly abandoned by his Master! I do think Master Mason looks bad here, but like I said at the outset, Alphas straddle a line temperamentally and it’s often hard to predict.
Personally, I think Houston should continue to serve Master Mason and try to do his best to smooth-over the situation with faithful and sorrowful service. Hopefully it softens Master Mason’s heart, and he realizes he reacted too harshly. Being a dominant Alpha doesn’t mean you can hurt people unjustly and expect others to accept it.
My heart is with you, Houston! You’re doing a good job, brother, so don’t give up. These are all just all part of learning about yourself, your abilities, and your purpose!
Hey, German Alpha here. Can we talk about this new boy Oliver Lamb? He entered the porn industry a few months ago, and he’s the best twink I’ve seen in ages. The smile, the body, the face, and obviously the ass are just perfect. I currently have a fag and he’s great too, but I’ve been watching Oliver while my fag sucks my cock, and it’s the perfect combination. Have you seen any of his work? This faggot boy is any Alpha’s dream, I hope he stays happy, healthy, and working for a really long time.
Master, thank you for writing today!
I’ve never heard of Oliver Lamb before (primarily because I’m almost never looking for faggots to watch), but he’s definitely a tiny little cutie! I can see why you and every other Alpha would want to use him and/or own him. And what a great name for a little fag like him, too! The first name “Oliver” brings to mind “Oliver Twist”, and the last name “Lamb” evokes a tender innocence and an urge to protect him.
What do i do if I think someone in my family is an alpha or someone not 18+ is an alpha? Is it allowed to serve them?
Thank you for writing!
Well, you’ve mentioned two of the scenarios that are quite tricky, obviously. I’m not going to advise anyone to break the law (when it involves minors), but Alphas are much hardier and insistent and things happen.
I think the thing to do in this situation is to submit to them informally and allow their own dominance to reveal itself. Nature will dictate the rest.
Sam How do you handle when you are more intelligent than a ALPHA?
Thank you for the question!
It’s a common misconception that faggots are “stupid” because they are inferior to Men and submit to them. We hear it a lot in the findom space especially, with straight cashmasters calling their faggots “stupid” and “worthless” simply because they were born to submit.
I can tell you right now that many faggots are NOT stupid at all, and are in some cases vastly more intelligent than the Alphas they serve. I can think of many faggots I’ve featured here who are extremely intelligent, and most likely have intelligences superior to their Masters (out of respect, I will not name names). I am definitely not a stupid fag, and I have quite often served Alphas who were not as intelligent.
But here’s the key: I don’t let my intelligence cause me to become prideful. In the end, I submit and serve Alphas (even dumb ones) because they represent other aspects of Manhood that I completely lack. Qualities like strength, power, courage, dominance, and leadership count far more than intelligence when it comes to hierarchy. So I yield, choosing instead to use my intelligence as an offering to better my Master’s life rather than use it to belittle him.
I’ve often remarked that faggots are like faithful dogs for Alphas. This clip takes it to its logical conclusion, as this Master walks his fag on a leash and has it lift its leg to pee.
Of course, if the fag can mark its territory, the Master pisses on it to mark HIS!
