This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

One of the most impressive Alphas featured here during the landmark 2021 calendar year was a young Apex Alpha named King Phillip. In college when we first met him, he and his Dom partner owned faggots and regularly feasted on feral faggots like werewolves.

Then, just like a summer storm, he was suddenly gone. This rarely fazes me, given that it’s in the nature of Alphas to come and go on a whim. Still, I missed him.

So imagine my joy when he appeared again this week! Now our of college and working a professional job, King Phillip is still learning new lessons about his Alphahood in Hierarchy University.

His lesson now: Alphahood cannot be denied or repressed. What is true about a Man will always surface at some point.

Read King Phillip’s account:

For a very long time, I had been keeping my dominant impulses from showing too much in everyday life.  I owned fags and was getting regular service, but I would go to work with one face on and put on another when I was alone with a cocksucker.  It was almost like I was an addict, getting my fix each night but becoming somebody else, slightly, when I went to work the next morning.  I was very careful not to let it slip to my coworkers and friends that I had a natural talent and primal craving to dominate my sex partners.  When I finished college in 2021, I got a new job and fell out of the Dom scene for a while.  That dominating urge that I had been experiencing slowly got sublimated into my work after a long time of trying to suppress it.  It broke through anyway, whether I tried to keep it hidden or not.  I noticed people were seeing me differently.  My boss, who didn’t appreciate my contributions before, showed me more respect, gave me more responsibility, and started valuing my opinions.  A couple of twinks I work with started taking more and more direction from me in friendlier and friendlier ways (I have an inviolable rule of not sleeping with coworkers, FYI).  I had a long string of victories that gave me a reputation for success.  I started to accumulate a gravity that didn’t exist before, as if huge orbits were forming around me like I was a black hole, my ego swallowing stars and planets.  That ‘gravity’ feels fucking unbelievable.  It’s started finding its way into other areas of my life, too.  My partner, who has never really been submissive to me, spontaneously started kissing my feet one night and now begs me for my cock practically every day.  I’ve even started punishing his balls when he steps out of line.  In short, I’m back. 

But I told you I would share some stories.  I have one that you might like and that I want to tell.  Before all this happened, I was about a 90 minute drive away lived a fag that wanted me to own him for a very long time.  We both lived very busy lives and ownership never worked out because of that, but this little cocksucker was so fucking submissive and perfect for servitude I knew I had to use it at some point.  Anyway, in the weeks leading up to my move away from the city, I decided it was time to pay this faggot, let’s call it Ricky, a visit.  I told him to clear his Friday evening and drove down to him.  My dick made a tent in my pants the whole way, I was dealing with a lot of stress at the time and was ready to completely unload.  He owned his own home, which meant I could be as loud as I wanted.  When I got there, he opened the door and I spit right in his face.  He went to his knees like a good boy and I made him give me a tour of his house like that, crawling from room to room, addressing me as Master.  I made a slave of him in his own home; he served me wine and weed, he rubbed my shoulders, and he kissed my feet.  He was perfectly obedient, sitting there whimpering while I slapped his face for fun.  He is one of those faggots that loves being reminded of how inferior he is.  I brought a DVD of Caligula (1979) over and made him watch it with me, his head under my foot as I spread out on the couch and relaxed.  Finally, the main event came.  I stripped naked, threw him on the bed, and cunted him until I was exhausted. 

I love how King Phillip describes the impossibility of hiding his Alphahood. He took note of the various ways people paid respect to his Alpha status despite the fact he was trying to suppress it.

Why would a Man of such power and charisma ever want to deny it or pull away from it? It would be like Superman surrendering his power in order to live as Clark Kent.

Fortunately, the universe refused to let King Phillip off the hook. You see, everything in the universe is balanced and purposeful. The world needs smart, driven Alphas like King Phillip so that weaker, inferior people can find safety and direction. To deny that kind of power is to attack the very foundations of our world.

I also love how King Phillip recharged his Alpha batteries, so to speak, by owning and using that faggot! An Alpha’s hunting instinct is primal, genetic superiority underlined by an unquenchable hunger. There’s no “off” switch on it.

The idea that King Phillip could ever disguise, ignore, or deny his true nature is made even more futile when you consider this encounter. The faggot was adoringly playful, but things got real serious the moment King Phillip mounted it and shoved his big Alpha cock into it. As he shot jet after jet of hot seed into his new claimed property, there was no way for King Phillip to reject the purpose of his existence.

He was born a King, now and always!

I’m so profoundly happy that King Phillip has reclaimed and embraced his throne! May he rule forever!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The other day I was sifting through the seemingly endless images on this site when I came across the above header image for King Phillip. I thought, “Hmmm, it’s been a little while since I heard from him.” Then, of course, a million other issues distracted me and prevented me from reaching out to him.

But then, by some miracle, the next day a faggot named Lucas reached out to me about King Phillip. It seems that Lucas was once owned and used by King Phillip, and instantly recognized its former Master in my first post about him.

I guess, like scent training, there’s also text training.

Once Lucas confirmed that it was, indeed, it’s former owner, it went on to tell me about being his personal faggot.

It was mind blowing. He oozes power. I get hard every time I think about serving him.

Where do I even start! Your post about him was so accurate. His cock is incredible. I was the faggot that was loaned to King Phillip from Master Tom. After serving King Phillip, I knew that this was a true Alpha. Having him as a reference point made me choose King Phillip over Tom.

We met because my Dom was looking for someone to train me while I was in college. I feel so lucky to have had the chance to finally serve King Phillip. Just typing His name makes me entire body shake.

He spoke with Master Tom. I loved the idea of King Phillip learning all my kinks and triggers from a Dominant who knew me well. I was owned by Master Tom for quite some time. They got connected and hit it off. Right away I knew King Phillip was a true Alpha. He quickly saw through my needs, wants, desires and fantasies. And he made me crave his attention.

He didn’t even ask for my availabilities. I was sitting at my table eating dinner when I got the text. He sent me instructions. I’m trying to find the text, I look back on it when I crave true power. He texted me: “You are my faggot slave. And I’m going to own you tonight.” There was no discussion. It was truth. It was hierarchy. My body instantly shook with this truth. It felt so good to be seen. “You will leave your cock cage out for me to use, and you will strip down naked. You will wait for me, in your room with your house key in the mailbox. You will be hooded and wearing your noise cancelling headphones. And you will stay waiting until I arrive.” He didn’t ask if I agreed, he just knew I would listen.

I didn’t hear him come in of course. I was just in position in my room, headphones on, and hooded. It must have been minutes when I decided to get out of position and check my phone. And at that very second I felt a hand grab my fag clit and another rip off my headphones and then I heard him sneer in my ear “did I say to move, faggot?”

He had been there, watching me and inspecting me without me knowing.

My body was overcome with obedience. I knew that I was in the presence of a true Alpha.

It wasn’t roleplay to him. This was a way of life.

I remember the next thing he did was to touch my precum and reinforce the pathetic nature of my clit. He circled his thumb on the tip of my cock, gathering the precum that had started to drip, and stuffed it in my mouth. He asked me what his power tasted like.

Sam the night went on for another 2 hours. I was in total ecstasy. The problem with it is that every moment was evidence of his Alphahood. I could write an essay on every minute. The way he said: “Lay on your stomach and kiss my feet and stay there until I snap my fingers.” The way he told me the purpose of my holes. The way he touched my body. Everything was pure ecstasy.

I have never felt more in awe of a human being. He truly has a way into your mind. His voice is pure sex. He has the most amazing cock. Sam this Man is truly an apex Alpha.

I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a faggot speak so rhapsodically about an Alpha before! The faggot’s words were nearly hysterical with excitement!

I loved it.

There are a few other things that he instilled in me as a slave. The first was his clear need to be orally serviced. Unlike other dominants who asked me to suck their cocks, he just pointed to his thick hung penis and said “hole here.” It made me leap into action.

He made sure I knew how he liked his cock sucked. He would lean back and just look at me, waiting for me to adjust my strategy to pleasure him. I knew I wasn’t serving correctly when my hair would be pulled up. I knew I was serving correctly when my mouth would be held deep on his cock.

I believe that it is possible to cunt a faggot in the throat. He fucked me throat so deeply that to this day, I still feel the remnants of his cock deep in my throat, engrained as a memory. Is it weird to say that even when I speak now, I think of his cock in my throat. It has left an imprint.

I absolutely agree with Lucas about throat cunting. Like Lucas, I can still feel certain cocks I’ve sucked in my throat.

Needless to say, I was so thrilled by what I learned about King Phillip from his former faggot that I simply had to reach out and see if he’d be willing to talk to me on the phone (I just had to hear him speak!).

Much to my surprise, he was willing to call me!

So he called. First thing he said to me: “Put my number in your phone as ‘King Phillip’, faggot.” PURE HEAVEN.

We talked for about an hour, and everything Lucas described above is completely accurate. King Phillip speaks in precise, direct ways with faggots, a manner that works like fag hypnosis. He is supremely confident and dangerously intelligent. If I were a less-disciplined faggot, I might’ve been tempted to unlock my cage and try to masturbate – THAT’S his effect on the faggot mind.

King Phillip is an astounding find. He perfectly encapsulates everything that is unique and godly about Apex Alphas. The deep impression he left in his former faggot is proof enough of that.

I thank King Phillip and his former faggot Lucas for sharing their experiences. They are living evidence of the phrase HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It was an auspicious introduction.

Hey fag, you there? Alpha here with a point to make.

A lot of the time when you say ‘hierarchy’ you really mean ‘imperium’. Not all the time, but sometimes. And I think the distinction is a good one to make. Hierarchy is about superiority. One better than the other. Imperium is about control, about domination.

Imperium comes from ancient Rome, it describes the field over which one exercises authority. It is the expansionist philosophy of the rulers of the world.

WOW! What an opening statement! I’ve said it a billion times – intelligent, thoughtful Alphas win over body AND mind! I had to know more.

What I discovered is a burgeoning gay Apex Alpha named Phillip. He has been called “King” by his owned faggots in the past, hence his name here.

Then he began telling me about his overall life thus far in owning and using faggots:

Dominating other guys has been a recurring theme in my life for a long time; since high school.

About seven years ago, though, it hit a fever pitch and I started to discover a whole new side of myself. I’ve been playing the Alpha/fag game off and on since but I haven’t ever fully owned a faggot. I’ve gotten close several times but my life is busy and owning one of you takes time. I haven’t been able to explore more until now. So I mostly stuck to subs, not slaves or faggots, for this reason.

Another reason is that I have been almost exclusively interested in sexual service so far. Domestic service isn’t something I’ve ever received and only recently realized I can get if I want it. Also FinDom isn’t something I’ve done but several subs I’ve had have told me I would make a great Cash Master. So that’s where I’m at right now: about to set out on a fag hunt after a long hibernation.

Although in that opening King Phillip makes it sound like he isn’t really a Master of faggots, he immediately contradicted that with much of what he’s done already:

I bloomed a little late, I think I was 21, but I honed my skills quickly.

I’ve been mulling over a proposition, lately. Another Alpha offered to let me train one of his fags, and I’m considering it. I’ve talked to him for a few years, and he and I have used the same faggot before – never together. The only reason I would turn down the offer is I sense he’s less than trustworthy.

But his faggot is cute. And very broken in that erotic way faggots are. The Alpha, his name is Tom, called me a few times and had me speak to this faggot, who was bound and servicing him for the night. I’m good at working my way into a faggot’s mind, the control that creates is what gets me off.

He says he calls me up like that because he wants the faggot worked up, but I always got the sense he couldn’t do what I did himself. The last faggot this guy and I shared chose me over him, though. It soured our friendship, he got a little competitive. It did make me feel great though, one of his faggots leaving his service because of me and giving me his collar.

During our discussion of King Phillip preparing to take ownership of a new faggot, he asked me if I had any advice for him. It was then that I used the term “firm benevolence” for the first time to describe what I believe to be the critical-yet-harmonious poles of faggot ownership.

Strict benevolence may win out, though haha.

And thus, once again, Alpha wisdom and insight improves a faggot! The new concept became “strict benevolence” for good! (Thank you, Master!)

As far as power is concerned, King Phillip is not lacking. Here was a recent example he shared:

The fag that had submitted itself to me last night and promised to make his holes available for ownership fucking bailed. No contact whatsoever. It was poor behavior.

I went on Grindr, found a bottom, had him over to my new apartment, and decided that this was my faggot. I fucked his face for a good long while (he didn’t advertise as kinky but when you see it, you know it) and wrecked his hole for about 40 mins on my bed.

Afterwards, I asked him about his life and gave him advice, we talked for a long while and he kept staring in my face in that submissive way, with big open eyes that are eager to receive things; orders, cock. He is one of those that has the desire to serve but doesn’t have a master. That connection couldn’t be made without showing him that I can see through that. And that happens with advice and wisdom. And with making him aware that I know he wants to submit.

Startling, unlimited power! What I love is King Phillip’s attention to aftercare. Like a good salesman, aftercare is the “cool down” phase of the sales process where you reassure the customer/faggot that they made the right decision.

In the case of faggots, aftercare only deepens King Phillip’s hold on its soul.

I also love King Phillip’s appreciation of the fact that worship is the key element, and every faggot can be useful.

The last time I was exploring my Dom side, I had two cocksuckers, who I didn’t own, but who were definitely under my control. One was a tall thin business major (college town) I used to facefuck in his apartment in between home and work. He called me King and used to rub my feet after sucking me off, my cum in his hair. I saw him in public a few times and he would bow his head to me slightly, blushing and looking downwards. He was forbidden to be higher than my cock when we were alone. I guess that lesson transferred.

The other one wasn’t as pretty, so he serviced me with the lights out. He was the one I’ve probably cunted most. I would order him to be ready, come to his apartment, and rape his mouth and cunt open over and over until my balls were empty. He whimpered loud and loved it when I sneered at him. And my favorite part was leaving, after I delivered some aftercare, because he was always so worshipful. He wanted it badly, and even when I wore him out totally he was sort of sad to see me go. He valued the strict ruthless power I had over him.

King Phillip has a large cock over seven inches, and decorated by two of the most beautiful balls I’ve ever seen. And with this equipment and his power, he has successfully cunted multiple faggots. I thought he had some interesting thoughts on that:

It’s like putting a collar on a faggot, except this collar is inside their deepest, tenderest place. It feels like power.

He describes the effects of cunting on his faggots:

Mixtures of elation, addiction, and anxiety. One I cunted once, like, six years ago still flirts with me and fawns over me occasionally. He loves to recount to me what I felt like inside him, and can’t help himself but tell me how extraordinary I am. It’s extreme, no doubt. But they love it and I love it. And I love owning a piece of their will.

Cunting is important to King Phillip, because he doesn’t cage his faggots until after they’re cunted.

I can’t tell you what it means to me to discover extraordinary young Apex Alphas like King Phillip in the world! Men like him rule with both body and mind.

I am so grateful that King Phillip reached out to share his insight and his life with me! LONG LIVE THE KING!

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) premiered 49 years ago and kicked open the solid doors of societal oppression against the burgeoning gay rights movement. It was a low-budget blast of camp, drag queen, muscle worship, and Dom/sub dynamics all wrapped up in a glam-tastic technicolor swirl.

There are two primary reasons why the film became such a landmark in the gay rights movement. First of all, the film really rocks. It has some of the best pop/rock songs ever put into a musical film, and it helped to make the film more accessible to mainstream audiences.

But the second required a bit of casting magic. Tim Curry absolutely transformed into the over-the-top main character Dr. Frank-n-Furter, an alien from Transsexual Transylvania. Curry honed and shaped the character on the stage before taking the complete creation to the big screen. There were were left spellbound by every lip curl and scrunch of his nose, his Mick Jagger-like lips constantly quivering and twisting with barely-contained lust.

Straight people might have once had an idea of what a “faggot” might be like, but they suddenly found themselves in a darkened theater with a brazenly proud and voracious faggot practically sucking their dicks through the screen. And wouldn’t you know it – people loved it!

So many faggots came to realize that their need to serve Men is something universal in faggots, that their desire is natural to them. In the film, Frank is so desperate to serve an Alpha that he makes one himself (the titular Rocky). What faggot can’t relate to that?

I’m so glad Tim Curry came along to create that character and throw himself so totally into the role. His look, style, and attitude are forever etched into popular culture, and especially into the hearts of the generations of faggots he inspired.

Now if I could only learn to dance in high heels!!

I woke up Sunday morning and rolled over to a written note from my boyfriend:
“Today you will drive over to my buddy’s at 1pm (address & cell number of friend) and report to him and comply with no questions.”

This was strange and the first time that he has told me to do something like this but I arranged my day to be there by 1pm.

As I arrived, the guy met me outside his condo and he showed me where to park. I never seen this handsome guy before. Im guessing he was about 30 years old and looked like a frat boy jock, jeans, tank top and backwards hat.
I noticed that the parking pass was for until 5pm. He then escorted me to his place and once I walked in, he handcuffed my hands behind my back and frisked me removing my belongings, checked me to make sure my cock was locked and said:
“You are being detained and my job is to keep you safe and stored away until 4 or 5pm today until I get a text from your boyfriend allowing me to release you. You are not to speak to me unless it is urgent… do you understand?” I said I understand.

I was then escorted in a closet where he had a cage. It wasn’t a kennel cage, it was pretty much the same cage that we own at our condo. I was shoved in, leg restraints were attached and then I was hogtied to the cage. I was no longer able to move and was stored away. The door of the cage was shut, a pad lock added to the cage. Seconds later I can hear him take pictures and then the closet door was shut and lights went out.
I stayed restrained and stored away.

He would come in once in a while to check up on me but he wouldn’t say anything. All I could think of is what is my boyfriend doing and why was this necessary to have me stored away offsite.
I heard faintly a conversation he had which I assumed was my boyfriend: “… I am sending you the pics and he is safely secured. I hope you enjoy yourself and text me when you are done”

Hours later about 4:10pm, he came in and simply released me. “You are now allowed to leave, here are your car keys and phone.” I used the washroom to piss and then I walked out.

I got home and was so curious but I promised myself that I wouldn’t ask him anything. He advised me that he wanted me to make him a burger on the BBQ.

While we were eating and watching tv, I asked him if it would please him if I sucked his cock while he ate.

Bf: “I have no more cum for the day. My cock is worn out… btw just to let you know that I kept getting updates of you today. I’m proud of you. I will send you the pics and expect a summary of your day written for your followers”

Me: “Yes Sir”
(I never call him “Sir” but not sure why that came out)

Bf: “wow after many years you finally started to respect me and called me “Sir”, I like that.

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