“You’re going to swallow all of it … hear me, faggot?” moments before he cums down its throat.

This is an absolute classic of early nineties porn. “Underwear Snatchers” involves this stud finding a faggot under his bed sniffing his underwear, and essentially rapes him.

I am an Alpha and my boyfriend is my faggot. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and in the last 6 months he’s been obsessed with rimming me. He loves to worship my ass while I’m in the couch sitting on his face, he rubs his tongue on my sweaty hole for hours and hours. Sometimes I jerk off with his tongue in my hole and then I turn to cum in his mouth.

I don’t really care about this to be honest, but I don’t mind it either. He is a good fag so I like to reward him too. Sometimes we’re coming back home in the car and while he drives he already start saying that he wants to worship my ass.

However, I want to know more about this habit. Considering your experience, do you think there is any chance of this habit escalating to him wanting to fuck my ass? There’s no chance this is going to happen. How normal is it for faggots to love rimming a hole that they’ll never own? I have been thinking about cutting this habit, but I know he’ll feel disappointed and consequently will be less obedient.

Master, thank you very much for writing to me! You’ve presented an intriguing issue that I think could use some clarification. 

I want to congratulate you on two years of successful ownership. You honestly must own a good faggot if you’ve kept it around this long. A Master with a good faggot is not just a credit to the faggot, but also the Master. It is through your guidance, training, and use that you have molded your faggot into exactly what you want it to be.

Well, except for the rimming part, I guess.

I was impressed that you’ve indulged your faggot’s desire to lick your ass even though it does little for you. Most Masters would dismiss the faggot before ever capitulating to a faggot’s fetishes, so it’s to your credit that you allow the faggot to lick your ass and satisfy its interest. Ultimately, the faggot licking your ass is pleasure/stimulation/worship for YOU (unless you’re allowing your faggot to jerk off while it does this), so there’s not a lot to complain about, really.

Let me dissuade you right from the start, Master: your faggot has ZERO interest in fucking your ass. True faggots can’t even conceive of fucking anything; they’d have a better chance of translating ancient Sumerian hieroglyphs. Faggots are born to be fucked, and that’s all we understand how to do. 

But many faggots do have a desire to lick their Alpha’s asshole. Why, you ask? Well, the mental/emotional mechanism comes from the same place that causes a faggot’s need for foot worship: a need for humiliation. Licking and kissing a Man’s foot – the lowest, dirtiest part of his body usually – is humiliating and humbling. Most Men would rather die than do that, but for a faggot it’s a need as important as breathing. 

The only place dirtier and more degrading than licking a foot is licking an asshole. It essentially reduces the faggot to something like toilet paper. This type of degradation is important to faggots because faggots have deep feelings of unworthiness and immense gratitude to even be allowed to serve Men at all, so we want to convey to them all the time that they are our entire world and purpose. 

Your faggot feels like it is communicating this to you through this action, Master (or it wants to subconsciously). When you think of a faggot like a dog, you can start to understand these communication signals a bit better. A dog cannot express itself through language, so it communicates its love and appreciation in a variety of physical ways that we can often understand (even if some of them annoy us). Your faggot doesn’t know how to truly express the enormity and depth of its grateful submission to your glory … so licking your ass is a way to convey that.

That said, I think it’s a bad idea to let the faggot indulge in its fetish over your own pleasure, Master. Ultimately, your pleasure and satisfaction is all that matters, and allowing the faggot to use so much of your time “pleasuring itself” through rimming you is bad for the faggot. It needs boundaries, Master. Let it do some of that, but for whatever time you give it for that form of worship, you get reciprocal time devoted to your needs as a Man (or something like that). 

I went deep on this one, Master, like a faggot’s tongue on an Alpha’s asshole LOL. I hope I was able to help you understand this a little better. Frankly, as a faggot that believes sincerely in licking an Alpha’s asshole as a form of glorifying and elevating him, this helped me, too. So I thank you for letting me examine it. 

I do hope this improves, Master. You’re clearly a quality Alpha and Master, and you deserve everything you want!  

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.

Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.

And sure enough, I was right again.

This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:

Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!

When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.

So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!

(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)

Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!

Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.

I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!

Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.

How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.

Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.

“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!

One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.

When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.

I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.

The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.

I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!

Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.

Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.

Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!

What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!

First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.

For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!

And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!

When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!

Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:

It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!

That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!

I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

A couple of days ago I published this post about an ultimatum Master Steve gave to his new faggot Mike. The ultimatum involved two choices that Master Steve presented to Mike and told him to choose his destiny:

1. the first option was Master Steve would cage Mike in private. Mike would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with Mike. Mike would only be allowed to watch Master Steve have sex with other fags.

2. The second option would be Master Steve hosting a caging party; he would invite his three closest friends, Mike could make it public knowledge to them that he was Master Steve’s fag, and that Mike was wanting to be locked.  He would lock Mike in front of them.  And then Mike could serve them drinks that night.  After they left, he said he would allow Mike to drink his piss and fuck and breed him every time they were together over the next two weeks.

In that post I made it very clear that I was recommending the second option. I felt it was obvious what Master Steve really wanted his faggot to choose. I believed Master Steve wanted to show off his new, obedient faggot to his Alpha brothers, cage it in front of them so they could admire it, and then spend two glorious weeks breeding it like a King. After all, that’s the glorification all Alphas want.

Sadly, Mike allowed his ego to get in the way, and he chose the wrong option. I’ll let him tell it.

It was an emotional night.  I feel exhausted.  

I hadn’t heard from him since he hung up on me Friday, so I showed up at his house around 6 PM like usual. He was on the couch, feet up on the coffee table in long socks, playing video games, acting like nothing had happened. I was nervous, waiting for him to say something first. He just asked how my day was, like everything was normal. It caught me off guard.

I asked why he hadn’t messaged me back. He said there was no reason to there was nothing to discuss. I tried to bring up our options again, but he just said no.

Then he told me I had free will to make my own choices, but his needs would always come first. He said sometimes he’d push me, challenge me, guide me where he thought was best for my growth. Other times, like now, he’d let me decide so I could have a stake in the relationship. But choices always come with rewards and consequences. Then, just like that, he went back to his game.

I stood there quietly, then started telling him about my conversation with you and the advice you gave. He cut me off, saying he didn’t care for what you faggots talk about and that at the end of the day, I was going to have to live with the consequences, not anyone else. But then he added that if I were smart, I’d start taking advice from someone.  The choice I made was selfish on my part, all I thought about was me.  He said I keep forgetting his needs and priorities are always first.  He said you think this was the easy way out, but trust me it was the harder way, but you will soon find out.

I was speechless. Then he said, Enough of this. Get me something to drink.

As I turned to head to the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Gary, someone I couldn’t stand. The kind of fag who’s always trying to get into someone else’s boyfriend’s pants. Before I could say anything, he asked if Steve was home.

Steve must’ve overheard because he called out, Yeah, let Gary in.

At this point in time, Master Steve stood up pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and said come here, Gary you fucking fag, suck my dick.  Of course Gary got on his knee and started sucking his dick.  At this point time Master Steve looked at me and just simply said I thought you were getting me something to drink.  I was completely speechless.  I was fuming mad, but went in there and got him something to drink.  I handed Master Steve the drink.  And he said watch how good this faggot does.  In typical Master Steve style, just before he was going to cum he told Gary to open up his mouth and stick out his tongue.  He began to blow his load in his mouth and some landed on his cheek.  He took his cock, rubbed it on his cheek, told him to swallow his load and clean off his cock.  He did and then he told him to open his mouth, he cleared his throat and spit in his mouth.  He just said OK faggot it’s time for you to go.  Gary being the piece of shit could tell I was mad, he just simply looked at me and said bye sweetie.  Of course I wanted to scream.

Master Steve said damn he gave a good blow job, I may have to fuck him one day.    He said OK it’s time for us to go take a shower and get dressed to go to dinner.

He didn’t really act mad at me, but things felt off.  I kept replaying what had happened in my mind. I was upset and jealous.  But I knew I only have myself to blame.

That night we went to bed as usual.  When I woke up the next morning to make his breakfast, as I started to get out of bed he woke up at the same time and said oh btw here put this on.  It was the Chastity, I thought he might have forgotten.  It was much tighter fitting than I had imagined.  The feel wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I’m sure it’s going to be worse over the next few hours and days.

When I brought him the breakfast, I noticed he was up reading his phone.  I kneeled like I normally do after I put his food on the table.  And he said, could you just hand it to me in bed?  I ask him did he need to relieve himself and he said no pissed in the toilet already.   He said don’t forget I’m cut off of piss, dicks, and loads two weeks.  So don’t ask again.  I was crushed.

We went about our morning routines and then he said he was going to be out for the rest of the day. He said straighten up this place it’s a mess and do the laundry.  And don’t wait up for him tonight.

To be honest, I have so many thoughts going on right now.  Why am I allowing this?  What’s he out doing and who is he doing?  Am I being truly selfish as he said?  Why does he want me caged and why is so important to cage me in front of his friends?  Should I text him to come home and talk?  Do I need to set some ground rules for our relationship? Do i simply go home?  So many thoughts, I just feel drained and so frustrated already in this cage.  

Now, Mike made the wrong choice for sure. Master Steve was clearly upset that his faggot didn’t get the point of the exercise, and even though he got good service from another faggot, it’s still not as satisfying as what he wanted to happen.

But how about that last paragraph???

That last paragraph is a CATASTROPHE of faulty faggot thinking! Every wrong impulse is crammed into it, and if Mike were to do any of those things, Master Steve would cut him off at the knees and dump him out along the side of the road.

So instead of that happening, I did that for Master Steve. I lacerated Mike in a long email, screaming through text that faggots don’t make demands or ultimatums or threats to an Alpha. Faggots don’t have the right to become indignant and demand special treatment. Mike is a FAGGOT, not a lover, partner, or even a friend.

I don’t know if Mike did anything stupid, because I haven’t heard back from him after I pulverized him. Hopefully he learned a lesson, but I’m not optimistic.

I do think Mike is handicapped because he was once a Top. This has conditioned him to expect certain treatment that he’s no longer entitled to as the property of an Alpha.

ALL FAGGOTS, RE-READ THAT AWFUL PARAGRAPH! LEARN FROM IT!