The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Over the years I’ve encountered a lot of abusive Destroyer Alphas, both personally and through my online teaching efforts. In my personal life I’ve mostly made smart decisions to steer away from them (my rapist was one I couldn’t see coming due to my youth). I value myself enough as a faggot to know that my gifts are worth an Alpha’s appreciation, not condemnation.

I try to instill that sense of self-worth in the faggots who interact with my content. I hate hearing of my brothers falling prey to Destroyer Alphas who are cruel and selfish and non-productive. There are so many great Protector Alphas who value the devotion and service of a faggot, and I just cannot understand why faggots self-destruct by choosing the worse path in life instead of serving these noble Kings.

My brother Tyler wrote into my Questions From Readers inbox to tell me about a choice he recently made. Listen to this:

I don’t exactly have a question, but I saw your answer to another fag about his Alpha cleaning the house and would like to share something that happened with me to know your opinion about it. I am 21 years-old and until last week I was serving two Alphas. They were both nice guys, nice dicks, and very dominant in bed. But one of them (Adam) was hotter (had a six-pack) and the other (Steve) was handsome, but a little chubby. I loved to serve them and I would usually go to Adam’s house on Wednesday and Steve’s house on Saturday.

Last week, I was supposed to serve Adam as always did (go to his place, get on my knees, swallow his first load, let him fuck my ass for his second load, and go back home). But I woke on Wednesday morning with a HORRIBLE cold sore. I looked like a monster. Since he had been serving him for 6 months, I thought it would be okay to cancel, but he insisted to know why and I sent him a picture of my lips. He just said I was a disgusting bitch and that he would find somebody else on Grindr for that night.

Maybe it’s his right to treat me like that considering our roles in hierarchy, but I was already very vulnerable and he really hurt my feelings with his words. So I texted Steve, who is also a dominant Alpha but tends to be more patient. I told him that I didn’t know if I would be able to visit him on the weekend because I wasn’t feeling great. He asked what happened and for a moment I thought he would treat me like Adam had done, but instead, he told me to go to his place at night because I needed extra care.

I went to his place after work with a thick layer of make-up on the sore trying to pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. But he’s a smart guy and noticed something was wrong. He told me to clean my face immediately because make-up is not ideal for sores like that. When I came out of the bathroom, he chuckled and said “I wonder where this mouth has been”, but in a funny and respectful way. He noticed that I too stressed for jokes, so he just hugged me and said “even perfect twinks get sick sometimes, relax”

Of course we did not kiss and I did not suck his dick, but he spent the whole night saying how gorgeous I am and even cooked dinner for me. He ordered some cream for cold sore at the pharmacy and put it on my lips with his own hands. I was feeling so good with him taking care of me that I felt an urge to serve him no matter how. He said that I was tired and stressed, so he didn’t want me to do the dishes, but then he smiled to me and said “well, but if you need to relax, I am sure that your ass does not have any cold sores”

So I quickly went to his bathroom to make sure I was clean and ready, and when I entered his room he was already naked jerking off his hard dick. I felt bad that I couldn’t suck that beautiful cock, but I just said “thank you for being my Master”, laid on my stomach and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I think it was a turn-on for him to see me so vulnerable and lost, because he fucked me really hard and deep, then 20 minutes later turn me up to fuck me missionary.

We slept together and I never felt so good in my life. I decided to stop serving Adam and stick with Steve now. Just like the Alpha who cleans the house, I think a certain amount of love and care is important for us fags. At least for me, it’s so important to see that, although inferior to him, my Man wants me to be happy.

Could you please comment and tell me what you think? Do you think that as a fag I should go back to serve Adam, even though he does not care at all about my feelings?

Here’s the bizarre part of Tyler’s story: he’s still questioning whether or not he should continue serving Adam the Destroyer Alpha after everything Master Steve did for him! Isn’t that crazy?? We faggots are something like moths that can watch a thousand other moths burn in the flame and we’re still drawn to self-immolation.

And the problem is SELF WORTH. We feel so worthless about ourselves that we mistakenly think we deserve that awful, abusive treatment.

But Master Steve shows a better way forward, treating his property the way a true Alpha treats everything of value that he owns. A Man like Master Steve deserves complete and devoted worship and service, not half-hearted attention. Is he to be expected to continue being there to comfort his faggot when it’s hurt again and again by Destroyer Alphas like Adam?

Of course not. A Protector Alpha like Master Steve is the mighty cornerstone upon which a faggot can build a lifetime of joyful service. I wholeheartedly encourage my brother Tyler to loyally remain at Master Steve’s feet! Master Steve deserves that!

The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Ever since I first began to write about and define the experience of cunting (which was virtually undescribed anywhere until then), the phenomena has remained shrouded in tantalizing mystery. Some faggots recognized what I described immediately, while others had never experienced it and doubted it was real. And let’s not even talk about all of the Alphas who wrote to me thanking me for either explaining what they witnessed or curious about how to do it.

My brother James has a lot of experience, and he’s already surprising me with his thoughtful and articulated memories of past service or his intriguing current situation. I’m sure his Master is very proud of him as I am. My constant advocacy for cunting triggered James to ask a couple of fellow faggots about cunting and get their opinions about it.

He wrote this:

Straight man’s faggot James here… I only know two individuals who are faggots such as myself…I’ve discussed the dynamic of being cunted with both and I got two different interpretations of the faggot’s experience of being cunted… With the addition of my own, I now have three … One of these faggots is of the opinion that, in reality, the faggot only experiences being truly cunted once by the same Alpha and this occurs within the first few times an Alpha fucks it, although the sensation can be repeated with a different Alpha… The second individual insists that the Alpha controls if , when and how often his faggot is cunted as well as to what degree of intensity purely through anal pounding… As for myself, I tend to lean toward the second theory… I’ve been cunted more times than I can say and definitely to different degrees in my 10 years as the same straight man’s faggot… For me, my first full intensity cunting happened right after he had been throat fucking me for a good while…. I recall how I quivered profusely and felt as if I were fainting… I’ve been fortunate to relive that thrill of being cunted a goodly number of times in the past ten years… I feel myself quivering deep inside every time….However, I only achieve that faint helpless state after being throat fucked as was the case in my first cunting… Am I correct in my assumption that I indeed am experiencing two actual degrees or levels or is true cunting only taking place for me when both the quivering as well as that faint disoriented feeling occur ?

Interesting perspectives! I cannot tell you how much I love when clever faggots like James take material they read either here or elsewhere and explore how it fits with their experiences or desires. The perspectives of these other faggots is quite welcome!

I can’t explain what James describes here because my cuntings weren’t in stages like this. However, I do think he is experiencing distinct stages of cunting, which is interesting to me. I do also think cunting involves an emotional element (or possibly a depth of subspace) for it to be truly triggered. James mentions being aggressively throat fucked before being cunted, which is one way that mental/emotional state can be achieved. Thinking back, that was certainly part of my own cuntings.

I’d love to hear from more faggots on this!