This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Not everything I discuss with Alphas and faggots behind the scenes makes it onto the public blog. My various information channels are constantly stuffed with questions, random stories, and comments of hate and praise. Some of it isn’t appropriate to share, and some of it isn’t substantial enough to use in a teaching manner. It’s all a series of editorial decisions made on the fly, and it’s not always a clean process.
Master Aaron is one of my favorite Alphas featured here in recent months. I don’t hear from him regularly, but when I do, it’s usually something astounding that scrambles my little faggot brain. And so it is again with today’s update.
It involves a former faggot owned by Master Aaron named Dominic. I haven’t mentioned Dominic here on the front of the blog because Master Aaron told me about the faggot briefly during background conversations, and it didn’t seem like that thread was going anywhere.
But life often surprises us, doesn’t it? Well, it surprised Master Aaron, too.
I wanted to give you an update on Dominic, the faggot I owned who got back in touch years after I had owned him – I’m not sure if you remember the details, but I sent you pics of him. He had moved to California and had been trying to live a straight life, after almost being outed by someone.
Quite a lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time. He met with an Alpha in Long Beach – a guy called Juan, who commented on your post about the fag. They met a couple of times, but didn’t really click. After their first meeting the faggot was invited to attend a party and was used by the Alpha’s friends, but had almost no contact with the Alpha himself. I guess Juan just wants a boy to use as a party favor – which I’m sure would be perfect for some fags, but it isn’t the sort of situation that is right for Dominic.
We had a long call about it, and I advised him to look for something that has more depth and permanence to it. I also told him to stop prostituting himself, which is a pattern he keeps falling into. If an Alpha wants to whore him, that’s one thing, but a faggot whoring itself is a dangerous and self-destructive path. I got him to see that he keeps doing it because he’s trying to resist fully embracing his nature and is trying to use it as a quick fix to satisfy his impulse to serve. But the anonymous, impersonal nature of it will never really satisfy him and will just make him hate himself.
Well, the faggot got proactive about finding someone to serve. He joined fetlife, among other things, and put up some posts on personal ad sites. After a couple of meetings with potential Alphas, he has found a great role, and is now moving to San Raphael to be a live-in house boy for an Alpha. This Alpha is CEO of a software company, so the faggot is leaving his current job, which is also a software coding position, and will be working at his Alpha’s company. It’s a huge step and a bold change for the fag, and I’m very proud of him.
I spoke to his new Alpha at length, as he had many questions about the faggot’s history and experience, and I’m confident that the faggot is going to be put to good use, and has found a role where he will shine! A couple of days ago I participated in a scenario I’ve never experienced before – a sort of a virtual passing on of the faggot. The faggot and his new Alpha were together. I was on Facetime with them. I initially gave instructions to the fag to show his Alpha what he can do, and then eventually as things progressed and the faggot was cunted, and entered that state where the fag is essentially mindless, ownership was passed from me (as his last true Master) to his new Master. I’ve done it before with faggots, but doing it virtually was a new one for me.
Although I wasn’t there in person, it was a satisfying experience, and one that I think the faggot truly needed.
I was flabbergasted by this story. First of all, as a faggot, it touches me deeply to hear of such loving care by an Alpha for a former faggot. The concern here is so deep and so thoughtful that I could cry if I considered it too deeply. When you think about all of the stupid “Alphas” out there tossing faggots aside after using them, to find an Alpha who mentors his former faggot to find its next assignment like a job coach is truly astounding. I’ve served incredible Alphas in my life, and none of them ever did anything like that for me! Dominic should be so very grateful for this level of attention!
But I was also fascinated by this virtual, on-camera cunting overseen by Master Aaron. I had to ask for more information from him, and he patiently obliged.
Yes, I watched Dominic get cunted on Facetime! I think it was Zoom actually, but that’s beside the point.
It was his new Alpha’s idea, though it grew out of the conversation we were having. We had talked about the faggot’s history, and he mentioned that I was, in fact, the only true Master the faggot has had. And I mentioned that it’s sometimes good to pass a faggot on in a shared cunting. We sort of left it there. But then he came back later with this idea to do it on cam. It was an interesting experience for me. It wasn’t particularly sexual, tho it was hot giving the fag instructions, and seeing him get used – but it was satisfying to see him enter the zone, and to pass him on. He was cunted. For one section he was tied and was being fucked. The camera was in his face. I saw his expression, the look in his eyes. He kept thanking me, over and over, which was extremely gratifying. And I got to tell him that he has a new Master. I saw the transfer take place, which was satisfying.
I don’t know if it gets any more beautiful or touching than that, folks. What faggot wouldn’t want to be owned by either of these powerful, insightful Alphas?
I thank Master Aaron for sharing this deeply personal story of carefully transferring ownership of his former faggot to a new owner, and for this new Master for claiming Dominic as part of his own Kingdom!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of my favorite aspects of running this site is my opportunity to converse with some of the most experienced and powerful Alphas on the planet, Men of overwhelming insight and depth. Sometimes I’m left speechless and shaking from conversations with them.
Master Aaron is definitely one of those Alphas. He’s a mature Master of faggots with a decisive confidence that gives him the upper hand in every encounter. But, inside the walls of his impenetrable fortress, lies the heart of a truly good Man who cherishes his faggots and seeks positive development and reinforcement in them. It touches me.
Master Aaron received a surprise the other day. An former faggot of his reached out and made contact again!
One of my previous faggots just got back in touch with me. He served me from when he was 19 to about 22. He was a wonderful faggot. Easy to be with, utterly submissive, would do anything to please, had endless energy and a seemingly insatiable appetite for cock. I remember on his 20th birthday, I arranged a gang fuck for him in a club that has since closed. He had cum leaking out of him, down his legs and into his converse trainers. They stank of cum after that, and I would make him wear them everywhere.
Something happened that was never fully clear to me at the time, some family friend discovered what he was up to, and either wanted to use him, or did use him, or threatened to out him. The faggot was distraught about it, whatever it was, and wanted to take a break. He ultimately decided to embrace straight life, and a couple of years later moved to California to work for some tech company. It was a real shame. I knew it wasn’t a path that would make him happy, but I had already let him go, so it wasn’t my place to comment.
You can hear the pride in Master Aaron’s “voice” while describing the faggot, can’t you? This I can say for sure: there is nothing in the world that recharges the power of a Man more than a skilled and obedient faggot! This is especially true when the Man is the Owner and trainer of the faggot!
But then again, how sad is it that this incredible faggot retreated from the safety of a god like Master Aaron and into a sham life as a straight male? It’s heartbreaking to me! If there is any one thing I really want to prevent with this website, it’s faggots living fake heterosexual lives due to shame and fear.
Which then made Master Aaron’s next statement hurt even more:
Well, it seems he reads your site. He saw the posts about myself, Master Michael and the faggot Shane, and decided to get back in touch. He is currently living that difficult double life – living straight, but serving as faggot in clubs and with groups. He doesn’t currently have an Alpha. But if you know anyone over in San Francisco who wants to use him, I can put them in touch. I can share pictures of him (pg only – and they are NOT to be made public). It’s what he needs.
Master Aaron sent me a number of pics of the faggot, and it is indeed a little cutie! It’s not locked or anything, but it has gained some experience dressing as a female (probably passable given what I’ve seen). So this might be an opportunity for a California-based Alpha to sample some of Master Aaron’s finest vintage faggot service!
That’s what the greatest Alphas do – they till the earth and plant seeds to grow into blessings for other Men. They create life from lifelessness, bounty out of dearth.
And as for my dear Master Aaron, his cup runs over with Godhood.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Master Aaron is quite intent on breaking down the barriers within his little faggot Shawn. No matter how Shawn has resisted, Master Aaron finds a way to adjust training in order to get into its head.
You know, just like an experienced Master would!
This was a hot little bit of training Master Aaron passed along to me that really emphasizes where Shawn’s mind is right now.
The faggot continues to impress me with what it can take. Had a couple of friends over last night to use its mouth and throat. We put the fag in wrist/thigh restraints and mitts, used an o-ring gag for a while, and we just let loose and fucked its throat. Dragged it around, used its head like a fleshlight. The fag struggled with it a little at times, but never stopped, never gave up. It was a mess of cum, tears, salvia and slime by the time we were done.
Went for a quick drink with our friends afterwards, and left the faggot in restraints. By the time we came back it had positioned itself near the door with its cunt on display, ready to be fucked. Nice greeting. Master Michael fucked it while it kissed my feet.
Word has started to get around about the faggot, and who he is, and we’ve started to get cash offers to use it. It needs more training before we go there, though – some of the offers are from people with very particular tastes. And we’re not going to let just anyone use it!
Fortunately, Shawn passed with flying colors by getting into the bitch position at the door to greet its Masters upon arrival. THAT is how it’s done!
Notice the little test Master Aaron employed here? Leave the faggot alone in restraints and see how it reacts.
Master Aaron’s intelligence and dominance are huge turn-ons for me. Apex Alphas like him and Master Michael are the real deal, Men who are carefully changing lives through applied use of their power.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I posted the recent article about Master Aaron’s plan to break his faggot Shawn’s resistance to submit, I pulled back on my commentary. I’ve received so much hate for my stance on rough use/rape of faggots over the last year that I hesitated to say what I really thought – that Master Aaron needed to forcefully take Shawn. I didn’t want to hear catcalls about being a fag rape advocate.
But fortunately a faggot named Brandt provided a perfect example of what I was thinking.
I can relate to what you think Shawn is going through. I was in a long relationship that did not have a clear Alpha or Faggot. The reasons it fell apart were many but afterwards I had time to think. I knew I was a faggot but I wasn’t quite ready to embrace being a Faggot.
I started getting close to a man I respected a great deal. After a while, he told me he was an Alpha and he thought I would make a good Faggot for him. How he described the training he would give me was like what I had always dreamed of. Cocksucking, proper bottom etiquette, obedience, total acceptance of him as my Alpha and myself as his sub Faggot, etc. I agreed, and the training was incredible. I exceeded his expectations, but privately I was looking at it more as fun and games. I had a hard time accepting that I really was all these “unmanly” things he was training me to be.
I started feeling like I couldn’t be a man and a Faggot, and I started to rebel, talk back, and fight. Finally he had had enough, and called me into the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. He said he was giving me one last chance to show him I was serious about serving him, or he was going to cut me loose.
He told me to get on the bed, then he overpowered me and raped me. Held me down and pounded my throat and my ass, over and over. When he was done I was covered in sweat and his cum, and he said, “Faggot, you want more?” Without a second thought I said, “Yes.” He said, “Good. No more questions about who the Alpha is and who the Faggot is, got it? Now get over here and suck my cock.”
Eight years later I’m still his Faggot, and more of a faggot than ever. I realized how comfortable I was with everything I did for him, and I was still a man no matter what. I was man enough to serve my Alpha and make him very happy, and I was very happy doing it, and that’s what was important. I didn’t have to answer to anyone else’s definition of a man. I am finally my authentic self.
Maybe just be honest with Shawn and tell him your thoughts as you wrote them here. I’d guess you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on in his head. Let him know you want to make sure being your Faggot is what he truly wants, that you don’t want to invest so much in him if he thinks it’s all a game.
He sounds like a good Faggot, he just needs to give himself permission to be one.
This is perfect advice. The example Brandt uses from his own life is proof that faggots need to be shaped by rough, aggressive use and training. This is especially vital when a faggot is fighting the training it receives.
Sometimes a faggot needs to be slapped awake and to attention. It’s shocking that even some military Alphas don’t recognize that basic truth.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In the last update from Master Aaron, his faggot Shawn had been broken significantly with a series of assaults to its facade of hetero-normitivity. It was a rather brutal update (I encourage you to read it for yourself), but it really shows how deeply Masters Aaron and Michael thinks about faggot training.
And it appears their work is paying off.
I don’t think faggots need to put their nature on display for everyone, I think it can hold a faggot back if they compartmentalise too much, and have a very clean division between regular life and fag life. Blurring the lines a little can be incredibly powerful. Shawn does seem to be coming along at internalizing his faghood. There’s still resistance, but I’m confident it will break. He was born to be on his knees.
Speaking of which, his cocksucking is vastly improved. His hunger for cock was always there, but his technique and his range of skills is growing. Most importantly, though, he is deepthroating cock in a way that he couldn’t just a few weeks ago. And he’s eager to show me any advances that he makes.
I suggested that he invite his father to his college show. I got the clear sense that he’s worried he’s going to get outed, but he’s agreed to invite him, so we’ll see how that goes.
Those are all great things to hear!
However, it was that last line that made me curious. Master Aaron insisting that the faggot’s father show up for a gathering with his Masters seems ripe for confrontation and revelation. Would Shawn do it?
Of course!
Faggot’s father accepted the invitation to come to London to see the college show – but only after he was told there’d be a hotel room for him that he didn’t have to pay for. He’s a piece of shit lol. I’ve booked a room in the hotel where Master Michael and I first cunted the fag. It’s not until the end of March, so we have time to work out exactly how we want that to go.
Had a low key bondage session with the faggot last night. Invited a couple of other Alphas to come and use him too. Just ball gag, a couple of types of wrist restraint, a spreader bar, and finally a sling. No torture, or wax, or pegs or anything like that. Didn’t want to freak him out. He handled it well.
Slowly but surely Masters Aaron and Michael are turning the screws on Shawn. There’s really no escape for the faggot at this point, only to rely on its Masters for support and guidance. They definitely know what they’re doing.
But notice Master Aaron’s comment about Shawn’s father: “He’s a piece of shit.” It sounds like there are two Alphas planning to train the father in a few months rather than his faggot son!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
So once Masters Aaron and Michael determined that their faggot Shawn was indeed a faggot, it was time to begin breaking Shawn’s deep-seated denial of his true faghood. There are a variety of different ways this can be accomplished, of course, but I was particularly interested in how Master Aaron might approach it (I have yet to speak with Master Michael). Master Aaron is very articulate and crafty, and he seems to be able to anticipate the specific needs of his faggots.
But what transpired blew me away. In fact, this is such an overwhelming use of Alpha power over a faggot’s body and mind that I felt like I was having a panic attack just reading it. Listen to Master Aaron:
Fun experience with the faggot yesterday.
His other Master is out of town again, so I took the fag to a fetish store in Soho at lunchtime. It was partly to get a ball gag and a collar for him, but there was also some training and humiliation to be involved. I was also going to make him buy them himself, and make some kind of reference to the cashier that they were going to be used on him because he’s a faggot. I think a faggot using that word about themselves to a stranger has quite a profound effect. Also being in that part of London during the day I figured would be a little exposing for him, so I had him dress a little provocatively.
We got into the store and I could tell he was nervous, which was delicious. I showed him a bunch of toys and explained, so that others could hear, how I could use them on him and what they would do. We looked at some porn (who actually buys magazines?) and I got him to say which positions and scenarios really appealed to him, and which he’d done. Then he went very quiet, and I realized that he was suddenly trying hard not to be seen (even though we were wearing masks). I glanced around and saw this older, feminine guy in the store. Turned out it was someone the faggot does work for. I think you know that the faggot gets paid to use his twitter and IG for product placements and to promote clothing brands. There’s a sporty London fashion label that he’s worn, and the guy in the store runs their promotions and marketing. The faggot was mortified about being seen, and about his worlds colliding like this. I could sense his panic. And the best thing to do with panic is to face it and push through. So I said that he should introduce me to the guy.
He was stunned but, obedient faggot that he is, he just resigned himself to it and nodded. I put my hand on his back a guided him over. Shane said hello. It took a second for the guy to recognise him, and then he just exploded with Oh my God, SHANE! Oh my God, I had no idea.’ Shane introduced me as Aaron, and for a second I thought he was going to bail on saying more. But then he added, ‘he’s my… he’s my Master.’ I was so proud of him for doing that. I could see the guy (Gideon) do the mental contortions to rethink what he thought he knew about Shane – that this straight, vain, gym-rat, alpha wannabe is actually a cock-worshipping faggot. Then he made this whole song and dance about how he’d never guessed that Shane was a slave (his word), but that now he knew it suddenly seemed very obvious.
Gideon then did a very interesting thing. He stopped addressing the faggot, and directed his conversation only to me. He’s not a fag himself – though he is quite feminine – but he understood the dynamic. But he suddenly treated the fag like it wasn’t even there. I was impressed. He asked how long I’d owned the slave – I corrected him to use the term fag – and whether he was experienced or if I was breaking him in. We discussed what the faggot had done so far, and it turned out that Gideon’s husband is an Alpha, and uses fags (though Gideon himself is not a fag), and he said that his husband would be thrilled to hear that Shawn was a faggot, as he’d seen pictures of him and had said that he wanted to use him.
So I said, call him, let’s make it happen. So we did. The faggot paid for the stuff. Then we went and got a coffee while Gideon made his call. And then we headed to their place to meet his husband who was leaving work early.
In my estimation, his husband (whose name I forget) isn’t actually an Alpha at all. He’s a top, certainly, and physically quite impressive, and boasts a decent 8 inches. He’s a good guy, and I’m sure he thinks he’s Alpha, but he’s doesn’t have the attitude and doesn’t take control. But we were there, and I said he could use my faggot, so that’s what he did. I had to take charge a little to get things started, but the faggot performed perfectly. He stripped, spread himself and displayed himself to the husband, got down to kiss and lick his feet. Then used his fag mouth on the guy’s cock, and then finally the guy took control and fucked and bred him. The fag struggled a bit with the thickness of the cock. He’s been stretching himself with dilators, but this guy was thicker than anything he’s had before. I wonder actually, if that’s why the guy uses fags, because his husband Gideon can’t take it? But Shawn made it through. I kept eye contact with him most of the time the husband was in him, assured him he could handle it, and reminded him that this is what he’s for. He could barely speak, but he managed a few ‘yes, sir’s’. Then when the husband was done, I took over. I fucked that cum further inside, and showed the husband how to really use a fag. I told him to bring Gideon back into the room to watch, so he could see the faggot getting bred, and so that Shawn would know that at least one person from his previous life had seen him being used. I made the faggot beg for my seed, and made him tell his audience what he is.
When we were done, we got a cab back to my place. I asked the faggot how it felt about what had happened. He said he’d felt a bit overwhelmed at the start, but that he had controlled his panic at seeing someone he knew, and that he was glad it had happened. He said that he would do anything for me, and that he’s lucky I’m his Master. I got him to talk through everything that had happened to him as a faggot that day, from getting dressed, to going to the store, to getting bred. (I noticed the cab driver turn his radio down a little bit to listen). And then I told him to suck my cock. So, in the back of the cab, he degraded himself on my cock. We got to my place and the cab driver waited until we were finished (London cabbies are good like that). I told the faggot to pay, and to tell the driver that he’s faggot (because I’d never got to get him to say it to the cashier in the store).
When he did, the driver just replied ‘I know you are, mate’.
That was a fun day.
We’re still considering the best way to address the faggot’s deeper psychological issues. But we have an idea. He’s been doing a graphics and design course at Central Stain Martins, and they have a public showcase of their work coming up, and I have half a mind to get him to invite his father. It might be a way for him to get some validation so he can start to let go of that need. And it could also be a way to see the guy first hand to get a sense of the man who shaped the faggot.
My first reply to Master Aaron was simply “MY. GOD.”
First of all, the planned part of the breaking process started by Master Aaron worked beautifully. But then it miraculously cascaded into an unexpected sequence of events that further degraded Shawn into a deeply submissive state. And, as any true Apex Alpha Master would do, Master Aaron used the impromptu events to his advantage.
Shawn really behaved beautifully under such pressure, I must admit. I’m pretty proud of my brother. It’s never easy being trained (or retrained) by a Master, and especially under the gun like this, but Shawn did well.
But I found this update interesting as well for what it reveals about the change in Master Aaron’s perspective and point-of-view. Notice that he rarely refers to Shawn by name in this update – he refers to him as “the faggot” mostly. Also, Master Aaron used the pronoun “it” quite frequently here for the first time in our conversations.
It really goes to show that an Alpha training his faggot changes both the faggot AND the Master in subtle and lasting ways!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The ongoing training of Shawn, the faggot owned by Masters Aaron and Michael, has recently taken a sudden right-turn. I’m just going to let Master Aaron explain it first:
I’m having an interesting experience with the faggot Shawn. I’ve come across this issue with faggots before, but it’s interesting how deep it seems to go with him, and I thought you might want to hear about it. And I’d be interested to hear your thoughts.
On the surface, everything seems to be going well with him. He’s doing his chores, and is carrying out the training regime. The fag’s cunt is nicely dilated. Still feels great, but he’s basically always ready to take cock. Master Michael and I have turned up at his flat unannounced to use him, and he was more than ready to comply.
His oral skills are getting a little better. His technique is much improved but he’s got a long way to go deal with his gag reflex. I want him to be able to throat properly before I start showing him off and sharing him properly. But he’s been shared with a couple of friends, and performed well. And he’s coped well with challenges and humiliations that have been thrown his way by Master Michael and myself.
But there is an issue.
My issue with him is a psychological one. I’ve known from the start that there was something a little off with him. His reframing of a consensual event as a rape was a red flag to me. But it’s bothered me more how quickly he has embraced things. He seems, in some way, too eager, too willing to please. Especially for someone who so recently was living as straight.
Master Michael and I have put him through some stuff. Grindr days, public toilets, some introductory bondage. And he’s met it all willingly. Which sounds like it should be something to celebrate. But in my experience, a single cunting does not a life-long faggot make. The lack of any kind of resistance implies there is something else going on.
So, we got a friend of Master Michael’s, David, to spend time with the faggot. As far as Shawn knew, this was arranged to give him some training in cleaning and douching from another fag (David isn’t actually a faggot, but that’s another story). But the real purpose was to get Shawn to drop his guard in the hope he might say things that he wouldn’t say to his Masters, and David is very good at talking to people, and very good at reading people.
And without realizing it Shawn revealed rather a lot.
Without getting into the full conversation, when asked about his role as a faggot, Shawn kept using phrases like ‘I can take anything’ and ‘I’ll do whatever’. He mentioned ‘zoning out’ when he’s being used, and described a couple of his humiliations as ‘challenges’.
There were other things that David noticed, and many things that Shawn said. But a clear picture has emerged of what’s going on with the faggot. He’s got himself into a headspace where he has dissociated. He has separated himself from his role as a faggot, almost as if he sees being a faggot as a part he is playing, in order to protect some other part of himself that is more masculine and ‘not a faggot’. He sees his faggotry as not really his true, core self. Not who he really is.
And worse, I think, he sees it as a challenge. He has, paradoxically, come to see it as proof of his masculinity. It seems that he is telling himself that a ‘real man’ can take all this and not be changed by it. That if he can be trained and used and degraded and not be affected by it, and still hold on to this other view of himself, then that is some sort of proof or validation of his masculinity. That fundamentally, though he playing out the role of being a faggot, he is in fact not a faggot at all.
I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance that must be causing for him.
But this is a problem for me and Master Michael. Because he could suck every cock in every toilet in Soho, and swallow all the cum in London, and he could be rutted from now until next Christmas – but if he doesn’t see himself as a faggot, then he doesn’t see me as his Master.
And that’s not good enough for me.
My challenge, and my gift to the faggot, is to find a way to make him embrace what he is. So I did a little probing of my own. We took Shawn out to dinner on a ‘night off’, and got him to open up a little about his past.
I’m no therapist, but I do know that a male’s sense of his self and his masculinity almost always comes from his relationship with his father. And Shawn’s is such cliche, it’s almost ridiculous. Shawn has a working class background. Small town. Not much money. His parent’s weren’t married, and his father was barely around when he was growing up. He was a ‘manly’ man, a professional football (soccer!) player for a while. But he was also, at times, a plumber, a factory worker and laborer. He’s a drinker, possibly an alcoholic. Usually in debt. And he is, and so it seems always has been, very dismissive of Shawn. When Shawn developed an interest in filmmaking and graphic design at a young age, his father asked him if he was gay. And he made it clear that he didn’t see it as real work. When Shawn first started dating girls, his father would ask what they saw in him, and if they couldn’t do any better. When he learned about Shawn’s instagram work, he was confused by it and said it was the kind of thing a faggot would do. But Shawn is desperate for his approval. Shawn wants to be seen by his father as a ‘man’. That is at the root, I think, of Shawn’s resistance to being a faggot. His father, who he craves validation from, defines Shawn as not being masculine. Shawn has a deep need to get his father to see him as a man. Which is why, I think, his instagram persona became so apparently alpha.
Shawn’s problem is that he is, in actual fact, a faggot. Someone his father would never validate. And that’s at the root of his dissociation.
As I said, I’ve come across faggots with similar issues before. But it seems to run very deep with Shawn. There’s possibly more to it. Time will tell.
My goal is to get the faggot to fully embrace his true self and to let go of this idea of who he thinks he wants to be. How that will be achieved isn’t clear yet, but I have some ideas. It’s partly an ego thing for me. I want to own him, body and mind. His body alone, though it is close to perfection, is not enough.
I’d love to hear your thoughts.
After reading this, I couldn’t help but think of myself in Shawn’s situation. I had a Dad who thought my creative endeavors were stupid and unmanly, and he largely ignored me during my formative years. However, unlike Shawn, I want nothing to do with my Dad and I don’t want his approval. And, unlike Shawn, I’ve never had any doubts about my faghood from the get-go.
I was concerned while reading Master Aaron’s account of Shawn’s identity struggle. I also knew the coming storm of conditioning and training being formulated in the minds of the two Masters that would break Shawn and force him to accept faghood.
Here’s why I was concerned: I have a fair amount of experience in Alpha latency. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anybody documenting it before I started identifying the issue. But Alpha latency involves deep psychological conditioning in which a natural-born Alpha is molded into serving as a faggot (for any number of reasons) and lives miserably as a faggot because it runs counter to what he truly is – an Alpha. The dissonance created by that identity struggle is real and can be quite intense.
I was worried that Shawn might be a latent Alpha. I didn’t want the Masters to proceed with breaking Shawn down until they could ascertain whether Shawn was really a faggot.
They agreed to try my little test. Here’s what happened:
He’s definitely a faggot.
We arranged to have another fag over for Shawn to use this evening. He said he was excited about it. Initially he seemed to be into the whole thing, but it gradually became apparent that it just wasn’t doing that much for him, and only really came alive again when he was presenting himself to us as a fag.
Afterward he apologised and asked if he’s let us down. I reassured him that no, I’m just trying to assess the full scope of his nature.
I know it’s just one encounter, but I’ve seen all I need to see. He’s a fag, his place is on his knees, and he knows it. I just want him to own it.
Boy, that made me feel better! Masters Aaron and Michael are Apex and truly powerful, and I didn’t want them tearing down parts of Shawn that were intrinsic to his nature. But now that their test has revealed that Shawn is a faggot living inside a phony Alpha veneer, that veneer can be broken and pulled apart through training and discipline.
I’m so glad there are careful, meticulous, and thoughtful Apex Alpha Masters like them out there helping faggots become the truest versions of themselves!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In my last post regarding the training of Shawn the faggot, I introduced you to one of the two Apex Alphas who own him. In it, Master Aaron proved himself to be a brilliant bi-sexual god who succinctly laid down the law with me and my communications with his faggot.
But I was so intrigued that I began to ask him for more information about himself. I’m so glad I did! One thing I’ve come to understand about Alphas in general is their affability and willingness to discuss aspects of their power. They want to share the truths they’ve learned during their reign, passing them to younger Alphas while perfecting them on their faggots.
So Master Aaron graciously told me about his use of faggots and how he ended up in a partnership (of sorts) with Master Michael.
I’m not sure what you want to know about myself and Master Michael. But we first met at a fuck party about 15 years ago. We ended up destroying a faggot together in a bedroom in a session that continued after many of the other guests had left. We were very much on the same wavelength and kept swapping out and passing the fag back and forth, edging for hours. When we eventually finished we didn’t plan to keep in touch, but some days later the fag got in contact with us through the party organiser, begging to be used again. In the second session it became obvious that we pushed each other further and built on each other’s ideas about what to do with the faggot. We decided it would be fun to do it again, and we’ve been using faggots together pretty much ever since.
I first came to understand the use of faggots when I was 15. There was a very particular, and I think unusual, combination of personalities among the boys at my school that allowed for a degree of experimentation between us. It was perhaps as a result of me being among them. I was, I suppose, the popular boy. Liked by teachers, popular with classmates. I was good at sports (was captain of the school football team – soccer, as you would call it – and ran cross-country for the school), I was smart, a good student. To an extent I was the class clown, when I wanted to be, but was never too disruptive. I was a charmer. And I was aware that there were girls – and boys – who wanted to be around me. I was also sexually adventurous, and a little ambiguous. I was influenced by punks, and New Romantics, so I would dress flamboyantly at times, and wore make up sometimes in a slightly confrontational way. I was comfortable in my skin, and didn’t feel that I needed to explain myself to anyone. I was rebellious, but not too rebellious. And I talked fairly openly about sex, and sexual matters. I had no embarrassment, for example, talking about how often I wanked at the weekend, or about having found some of my dad’s porn magazines in the garden shed.
Part of the result of this was, I think, that many of the other boys felt a little emboldened to experiment. Many of my male friends experimented with each other. Far more than one would usually expect. But perhaps I’m wrong about that. I was also physically more of a presence than the other boys. I was the tallest, and in the changing rooms it was obvious that I was very well endowed. I hit puberty first (something I hid for a while, by never getting fully naked in the changing rooms until I noticed other boys catching up). I had girlfriends before other boys in my friend group did.
Lots happened with other boys. Jerking off together behind the caretaker’s shed at school was fairly common when we went for ‘a smoke’ during breaks. I also had friends back to my house, and we played computer games in my bedroom. I’d talk openly about my ‘wank sock’ which was under my bed, and I used to wipe up cum after I’d jerked off. Several of my friends used the same sock in my bedroom after we’d cum together. And a few of my friends gave me head, usually while others were in the room watching. It was a charged time. Hormones were going crazy.
But my first real faggot was a friend called Nick. I was always vaguely aware that there was something different about him, and that we shared some understanding that most of the other boys didn’t understand. While they were playing, and experimenting, and were well on their way to a hetero-normative future, we seemed to recognise that there was something more serious and more lasting about what we were doing. Nick was a bad boy, often in trouble at school, more rebellious than me (he had an older brother who was very conservative), and in any other context I would have assumed he was straight.
But Nick was the first person to swallow my cum, and he was the first person I fucked. We had fallen into a pattern of going to my house during lunch breaks – I lived very close to school. We’d play computer games, copy each other’s homework if we needed to, smoke, and almost invariably we would jerk off together. More than once he had sucked my cock. I had decided that I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to be fucked, but to my surprise, he brought it up before I did. The first time was fairly uneventful. We fumbled around, I entered him, he found it difficult but wanted to carry on. I think he had tried to prepare himself, but I’m not sure. I fucked him, came in him. It felt good. It felt great. There was no talk of him fucking me. We both knew that wasn’t in the cards.
We did it a couple more times over the next week or so. Each time, so far as I recall, nothing was said while we fucked, and he was on his front on my bed, and I was on top of him. But the third or fourth time we fucked, we started on the floor, again with him lying on his front. But I pulled him up to be on his hands and knees. At first we fucked in silence, but then he just said that it felt so good. And I decided to voice something that I had been thinking. I said ‘you know what you are?’ he said ‘what?’ And I told him he was my wank sock. We both knew what that meant. He was just a way for me to mop up cum. A shudder went through him and he let out a simple ‘oh’. Almost a whimper. I kept fucking him. And then he said in a small voice that he liked me cumming in him. Everything changed in that small exchange. I wasn’t just fucking him. I owned him. We both knew it. I was, in some way, in full control. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped. I pounded into him in a way I hadn’t before. I asked if he liked the feeling of my cock in him and he said yes. I pushed his face down into the carpet and fucked him like that. I got a bit rough. He said he wanted to stop. I didn’t. I kept fucking until I came.
Then I pulled out and stood up. He looked at me. He was on the verge of tears. I said that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? He nodded. We kept meeting up, and each time I used him. I was gradually getting rougher and more dominant with him. At school we still acted like friends, though we both started to joke in front of other people that he was my sock. Nobody quite knew how to take it, or if we were being serious. I think, actually, that Nick had feelings for me and saw it as a relationship and on some level wanted people to know about it. But feelings are confusing when you’re that age, so it’s hard to say.
While all that was going on, there was another boy who wasn’t part of my main friend group who often tried to find ways to talk to me. His name was Lincoln. He hadn’t been part of the jerk off sessions, and had never been to my house, but he had asked a couple of times if it was true that I had fooled around with certain people. Our friend group overlapped, and I guess people talk. I had never fully admitted anything to him, but I never denied it either. One evening I was walking home – I had a paper round, delivering evening newspapers for pocket money – and Lincoln appeared, riding his bike. I’m not sure if he had been looking for me specifically, but thinking back, he probably was. He asked if it was true about what me and Nick did. I said it depended what he thought we did. We ended up cutting across a junior school playground to get home (this was the 80s, and schools weren’t the fortresses they are now). We went into the bike shed and ended up jerking each other off. I said he should come to my house next time I was there with Nick, and he said okay.
I hadn’t told Nick, and he was nervous about doing anything with Lincoln there. But I talked him into it, and so I fucked Nick while Lincoln watched. Lincoln didn’t speak, I think he was shocked. It was, I imagine, quite a brutal sight. I invited Lincoln to fuck Nick, too, but he didn’t want to do anything with either of us, which pissed me off a little, and pissed Nick off a lot. I think Nick felt used, and a bit exposed. And was worried that Lincoln was going to tell everyone what he’d seen. But then a couple of weeks later, Lincoln asked to come again to ‘do stuff’. This time I felt it was better if Nick wasn’t there. And this time, when we got to my bedroom Lincoln asked me to do to him what I did to Nick. He was very eager, and stripped in front of me. He submitted himself to me completely. He was masculine, a very boyish boy, but suddenly in front of me he was this faggot begging to be used. He got on his knees and said he wanted to suck me. There was a desperation in him that shocked me. I’m not sure what experience he had previously, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. He got on his hands and knees and presented himself to me. When I fucked him he whimpered the whole time. And after I’d cum in him he jerked off in front of me. He made eye contact with me the whole time, and debased himself for me. I felt so powerful. He shuffled over to me on his knees so that he could have my cock in his mouth when he came. I pushed him off my cock and slapped him. He stared at me, shocked. Then moved back to carry on sucking. I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how pathetic he was. He came, and then he left. He gathered up his stuff and got out of there as quickly as he could.
He avoided me at school for the remainder of the year, but I would often catch him watching me. It wasn’t until the last couple of weeks at school that I got him aside and told him we were going to go to the toilets and he was going to suck my cock. He didn’t try to resist. He just nodded and headed off to the toilets. He sucked me and swallowed me. I remember watching him, knowing that he would do anything I told him to do. I enjoyed what he was doing, but part of me pitied him. When he’d finished I told him to say thank you, and he did. He moved to kiss me and I pushed him away and held him against the wall. He was trembling. He fumbled at his jeans and I think he wanted to jerk off in front of me, but I shook my head. He stopped. With tears in his eyes he asked me not to tell anyone. That was the last time we actually spoke. Him asking me to not tell anyone that he’d just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.
Interestingly, he’s now married with kids, and still lives in the same area, and has the same group of friends. I wonder if any of them have any experiences with him. I carried on with Nick until my parents decided to move to a different town when I was almost 17. We eventually lost touch. I moved to Spain for a few years, and then returned to the UK. Nick has struggled a bit, I think. He was single for a long time, and I know he often frequented gay clubs in the area. But he now has a younger wife, from overseas. My guess is, he is still a faggot, but still needs to project some kind of normalcy into the world.
Those two were my first experience using faggots. Nick was a faggot who knew that his place was to please me, and Lincoln was a faggot who need to debase himself and, on some level, I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy him. I still do. Obviously over the years, things have deepened and developed, but that’s where it began for me, with those two.
What I find so remarkable about this account is how clearly you see Master Aaron’s gradual acceptance and rapid expansion of his power over the course of those two years in school. It’s amazing what a taste of real power does to natural-born Alphas!
From there, our conversation turned to owning and training faggots. Master Aaron mentioned some of his techniques:
Just to answer a couple of your questions quickly, when it comes to discipline, I have found that tying a faggot up and leaving them untouched is often the best form. Doing anything degrading or humiliating can often lead to more bad behaviors, as the faggot craves the extra attention that being disciplined brings. Like with a dog, when they’re crying the best thing to do is ignore them – and that way they learn that cry doesn’t get them attention. Fags misbehaving should be made to feel frozen out. Having said that, sometimes a faggot needs to be put in its place in a clear, abrupt, physical manner – but I have had to do that on very, very few occasions.
A trick I love for training fags is to video them, or make them video themselves, with strangers. Then I get them to show me the video, and talk it through, talk about what they did and how it felt. And they should sometimes be allowed to jerk off to images or video of themselves being used. I’ve never really been a fan of chastity, because I don’t like the way the devices look.
Shawn is still alive. He has been reprimanded, and I now have keys to his car and his flat, and I have taken away most of his clothes. He’s also now taking Prep, and I have him using anal dilators to start to stretch him out properly, and he has a training regimen for learning to throat. He served as a fag for a period before, as you know, but he either wasn’t trained well or didn’t really pay attention. He’s very eager, but his skills are lacking, and I want him to know what he’s doing before we start taking him to clubs. That’s a way off, though. He doesn’t know this yet, but he’s going to have a Grindr weekend, where he will take cock from literally anyone who wants to use him, while his Masters watch. That’s usually quite an experience for a faggot. Less emotionally affecting than a cunting, but they can be quite effective.
The video idea was something new. I know that Alphas will often force their faggots to watch themselves getting fucked in a mirror, but the video method provides an intriguing element of blackmail to the mindfucking mix.
I mentioned this to him, and he elaborated further:
You’re correct about the use of denial. It’s such simple psychology that I have trouble understanding why some Alphas don’t understand it.
I have the faggot using a simple, medical dilation kit for now, so that he can do the early stages himself. They’re recommended by a friend of mine in the US who is a rectal surgeon. I’m familiar with the chopstick/rod technique, which is excellent for gradually widening the pussy, but it can be tricky to keep the rods bound together and it usually has to be done by someone else. Shawn will certainly be going through that process, though. I find buttplugs to be largely pointless for dilation.
It’s an interesting question as to what the ideal pussy can take, and I wonder if faggots have a different preference than Alphas. Personally, I like a fag to still have some tightness in its cunt. I want to know that the faggot is feeling it when I fuck, and I want tightness around my cock. Fags with gaping holes are no fun to fuck. But I also want a fag to be able to take cock at a moment’s notice. There’s a sweet spot between too tight, and too wide. Master Michael and myself have the same taste in that regard. Fag Shawn, at the moment, is too tight. But in a few weeks he’ll be just perfect. I also want him to work out a little less as he’s a little too muscular, and he really needs to improve his mouth techniques. I may just lock him in my basement with some dildos until he can hold one in his throat without gagging. You’re entirely correct about the hint of blackmail in the video technique. I enjoy threats of exposure, and with video the threat is implied.
After this, Master Aaron asked me about disciplinary techniques my previous Masters used on me, and I mentioned being locked in a closet and forced to watch a Master fuck his girlfriend. That led Master Aaron to add more insight:
A faggot should absolutely be a service animal. But I must admit, I do sometimes enjoy a little resistance. Like seasoning in food, it can turn something good into something great – but too much can ruin everything.
I like that idea of locking a faggot in a closet and making them watch real sex. Master Michael has a similar story from years ago, of making a faggot (a roommate of his at the time) wait under his bed while he went out, picked up a girl and came home and fucked her.
The fag has gone to be with his family in Wales for Christmas, but we made sure he was carrying loads in him when he left, and he has been instructed to video himself eating his own cum each day that he’s away. He’s already sent the first one, and I’m extremely pleased. I thought him being away from his new situation, he might start to try to revert back to his old alter-ego, but he seems to be embracing his new position in life.
I must tell you that speaking with Master Aaron over the last couple of weeks has been a true highlight of this year. His depth of knowledge, his undeniable power, and his flawless instincts have just left me in awe and gratitude!
There will be much more from his great King in the future, and I’m hoping to hear from Master Michael someday as well!
This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Faggots often have disturbing tendencies to be overly dramatic, tell half-truths, and downright lie. I honestly think it’s part of the fallen nature of the faggot, this need to be dramatic, tragic, and attention-grabbing.
It’s one of the great challenges of running a site like this. I’m always trying to distill the nuggets of truth buried in some of the hyperventilating stories faggots tell me.
I was told a powerful story the other day by a faggot named Shawn. It involved his missed opportunity with an Alpha named Nathan, and his subsequent taking by two Alphas named Aaron and Michael. In the original telling of the story by Shawn, Aaron and Michael were an Alpha couple who then proceeded to “rape” Shawn in a hotel room.
It was hot and thrilling like the best faggot stories often are. And, sadly, it turns out to be partially untrue.
You see, Master Aaron contacted me after I published the story, and he was quite perturbed by the tall tale Shawn told me. There were certain aspects that were correct, but other details were incorrect or missing altogether.
So Master Aaron demanded that I publish his correction memo on Shawn’s original tale:
I’m a little shocked that my delinquent faggot has been sharing his story with you, but i wanted to make a couple of things clear and I want you to make this clear on your site.
First, as he has explicitly stated himself, his first encounter with an alpha was consensual, and did NOT involve force. He has said himself since, several times, that he gave himself willingly. The Alpha involved is a friend of mine and he knew what he was doing, they both did. The fag may choose to frame it that way at times to add some psychological distance from what he agreed to do, and he may be titilated by the fantasy that force was involved, but he was not raped. And in our re-enactment, it was clear that he was a more than willing participant in this game that so many fags choose to play.
Secondly, and this is far less important, but I choose to clarify it – myself and Master Michael are not a couple. We use faggots together and we are very much of a mind when it come to what to do with them and how to use them. And the possibilities become much more interesting with the two of us. But Master Michael is straight, and married (and his wife is fully aware of his involvement in this lifestyle), and though I am broadly bisexual, I do not form romantic relationships with men.
Faggot Shawn has a lot to learn, and a long way to go. I appreciate your involvement in his evolution, and in his acceptance of his position in life, but I advise you to be more careful in what you post and to take the position that faggots often re-imagine or re-interpret events to fit a narrative they are still struggling with.
But yes, his cunting was a glory to behold, and his tears tasted like heaven. It’s nothing, though, compared to what we have in store for him.
You can just feel the power coursing through this well-written letter, can’t you? The focus, the careful and forceful way Master Aaron makes his points … it definitely got my attention!
And honestly, the situation is now even more intriguing to me than it was before.
Master Michael being straight and taking an interest in the development and ownership of faggots with Master Aaron is exciting because it is something of an unusual occurrence. It’s not unheard of, but the manner by which this training is happening is certainly unique.
I pressed Master Aaron for more details about them, but he said he was waiting for me to print the above semi-retraction. However, he did add this about our errant brother Shawn:
The faggot Shawn isn’t particularly complex. He still has some resistance to his nature, which is to be expected considering his history. He’s identified with an image of himself – an image that has provided income and self-worth – and he has lived as a straight man for quite some time. His acceptance of his true self won’t happen all at once. That’s not an uncommon thing. But by varying his experiences, pushing his boundaries when we feel it’s right, making him feel safe and secure when we feel he needs it, we’ll mold him into the perfect faggot. He wants to please, that’s without question. And physically he’s quite beautiful, so he will be fun to share and easy to whore, if we take him down that route.
I thought this extra tidbit was significant because it points to what I believe drives many Alphas to take on projects like Shawn. Given that Shawn is beautiful and hiding behind a façade of hetero-normativity, Alphas enjoy the challenge of exposing the faggot hiding within and breaking it down. When successfully broken, such challenges are like trophy slaves decorating the walls of an Alpha’s life.
There is no doubt that Masters Aaron and Michael are more than up for the challenge! I’m looking forward to speaking further with these two powerful Alpha Masters! And hopefully Shawn is ready to start obeying them!
This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
You might recall the incredible introductory post about how Shawn, a faggot from Great Britain, took my advice and reconnected with an Alpha he failed to serve years ago. At the end of that post, Shawn indicated that this Alpha had made arrangements for an Alpha couple to meet up with Shawn.
Alpha couples are something of a rarity in both the gay world and (especially) in Alphas who recognize Hierarchy. I don’t know why that is, honestly. After all, why wouldn’t a gay Alpha be attracted to another superior gay Alpha? However, in my experience these kinds of couplings are the exception rather than the norm.
But this I do know about Alpha couples – they act very much like Alpha packs when it comes to owning and using faggots!
The latest extraordinary piece of evidence of this comes from Shawn’s stunning experience from meeting this Alpha couple this past weekend. I’ll let you listen to him tell it:
So yeah it was the two guys I told you about in the other email. They had said they wanted to meet for a drink again. I almost put it off because I have some work stuff to take care of, but I remembered that I should put them first and I want to impress so I said sure.
We went to a bar in a hotel in the West End. The hotel is the Saint Martin’s Lane Hotel. It’s pretty nice. I’ve stayed there before I moved to London and it’s where my first master, Nathan, met with me and raped me. It’s a popular bar and a pretty nice hotel so I didn’t realise at first that they knew about my history there. So we went for a drink and talked a little bit, they asked more about my life generally. I kept expecting them to send me to the restroom to do stuff but they didn’t. They got me to talk dirty a little bit and say that I wanted cock and cum, and they made me say it when people might hear but it was a loud bar and I don’t think anyone did.
Then they said they had booked a room in the hotel and we were going to go upstairs. When we got into it I was a bit shocked to be honest. It wasn’t the same room I’d been raped in but all the rooms there have a similar vibe and it took me back a little bit. Then they got me to talk about what happened before and they got me to describe it. I was a bit shocked by that and I started to get upset at first. Then they told me to start to strip down and keep talking about it. It was really difficult for me but I started to think about it happening to someone else and it made it easier to do.
They got me to suck them both and made me say my name while I had cock in my mouth. Then while I was sucking Aaron, Michael crouched down and called me a faggot and told me to call myself a faggot and he spat in my face while I was sucking. Then he made me suck him. They grabbed my hair and pulled me from cock to cock and held me on cock and made me choke. I was almost crying.
Then they got me to get onto the bed and spread my ass cheeks so they could inspect me, and then they made me beg to be fucked. They made me say it over and over again and say I am a faggot and they made me shout it. They made me shout my name and say i was nothing but a faggot and beg for cock and then i started crying.
Then they fucked me. They took turns with me on the bed at first and then got me onto this footstool on my back and then just got me to bend over the side of an armchair and Aaron pulled my head back and made me watch myself in the mirror while they fucked me. they made me beg for cum again and while i was doing that i started to cry again and then started to really sob. Michael told me to let it all out and i did. They kept fucking me and it felt like it took forever and at some point i sort of zoned out and i just got really calm and i started saying ‘fuck me’ and begged them to use me and i really meant it. They came in me. Michael came first and then he watched Aaron fuck me. While he was watching he called room service and ordered some stuff.
When Aaron had cum in me they put on robes and told me to stay naked on the bed. They told me that when room service was delivered i had to stay there on show. When the waiter came he saw me and tried to avoid eye contact, but i stayed there like i was told. After he left Michael said that next time they would expect me to tell the waiter what had been done to me.
After that we talked a little bit more and i was little bit out of it. They asked if i could stay the night in the room but i wasn’t sure and they said it was okay and i could leave, but they wanted me to leave my underwear, socks and t-shirt and just wear my jeans, jacket and trainers home. so i did. i crashed as soon as i got home then woke up at like 4am and just felt so horny and jerked off at the window hoping someone might see me.
And anyway that’s what happened!
That’s one hell of an experience! I can understand why he was so zoned out after being cunted and broken down this way!
But you can see here how this Alpha couple act just like an Alpha pack with a faggot. There is fraternal one-upsmanship happening here, a sort of competition between Alphas over who can break the faggot more thoroughly. The cruelty of Alpha packs is evident in this experience, too, as this Alpha couple used Shawn’s rape to break him down and make him more useful to them.
And Shawn’s reaction to it all is notable – he woke up in the middle of the night starving for more and masturbating over the previous night’s experience.
I’ve said it a billion times here – Alpha must use faggots very aggressively – almost cruelly, brutally – in order to release the faggot from its shell and free it to become what it was born to be. This Alpha couple knew the truth, and skillfully used their power to free Shawn.
And Shawn is more beautiful and peaceful today because of it.
