The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

In the previous post, we learned of Master Jace’s brutal cunting of his latest faggot, a closeted fag who is technically still married to a woman. However, the faggot was still unable to handle the entire length and girth of Master Jace’s mammoth cock, so he refused to breed it.

In other words, in Master Jace’s eyes the faggot was still not fully cunted.

This weekend Master Jase decided that he’d given the faggot enough time to readjust its life and hole to accept its new purpose, so he was ready to cunt and fully breed it. Master Jase picks up the story from last time:

The cunting lasted well into Sunday, over many hours and sessions, but I can say that I have officially cunted and bred the fag. Saturday morning after feeding him a giant load both down his throat and over his face, I send my in house slut to pick up the fag, who I told to be available the whole weekend, no excuses. “Yes sir”. I hand one of my used musky jocks to my in house slut, instructing him that the fag should enter our place choking on it.

He does, and he enters almost stumbling as he catches sight of me, his legs instantly going weak and his expression already high on the scent of my musk, pre, piss and dried cum soaked into my jock. I point in front of me, and he kneels, a giant muscled dilf fag staring up as I begin wiping and slapping my monster cock over his face. “Been thinking of my cock all night?” Muffled yes. “Even when you got home to your wife?” Another muffled moan. “And you dreamed about my body and cock, didn’t you?” More moans. “Which one, choking on my cock or your pussy stretched over it?” Another long moan. I slap his face with my cock, asking again, “Which one?” The fag moans louder and tries to spread his legs. It was clear, his cunt was hungry.

I whipped the jock out of his mouth and before he could catch a breath I buried my drooling cock right down his throat, making him instantly gag and heave, his lips stretched tight. I tell my in house slut to grab a dildo and to fuck just the tip against the fags hole at the same pace as I skull fuck him. I made his mouth squelch, his face smeared in endless layers of pre, throat slime, and his own tears and snot as I bully fucked his mouth for a good half hour, with my in house slut expectedly stretching out the fags cunt with the dildo.

Pulling out my cock at last, I lay it on the fags face, telling him, “You’ve taken fingers, you’ve taken the dildo, now you’re taking my whole cock today. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” His face was scrambled already from the skullfuck, but the apprehensive look in his eyes proved he wanted it. I made him face away and expose his hole, and that beautiful gaped and still swollen cunt was winking at me. How could I resist. I picked him up, held him above me, and slowly let the fag slide his massive weight down on my cock. How his body tensed as my thick cock bored through him. The stretching did little to prepare him for how my dick reshaped and pushed apart his ass tunnel with ease. I was claiming his insides. And I wanted it all. I pushed against his inner ring. The fag cries. I wrap one arm around his abs, grab the jock and gag him again. I don’t see his face but I can see his head already rolling back again and his back muscles tensing, his legs starting to flail and toes shaking.

I let gravity do the remaining work. Releasing my grip on his body, the only thing stopping him from being deeply cunted, his body fell. Pierced right through that second drum. The fags body went crazy. Spasming in my arms. His head swaying side to side, his feet twisting. His heaving audible even through the gag. For me, his cunt was so tight. A tight ring around my base, another tight ring around my shaft, and the clench of his inside tunnels just vibrating all along my cock.

I do not remember all I said. It was a long weekend of cunting him. I specially prepared and told my in house slut, making sure to reward him for his service of taking care of the fag. But I remember at this point, completely seated inside the trembling muscled dilf fag, telling him, “You like it all the way?” A weak, barely audible moan. “You want to be used like a real fag now?” A better moan. He tried to turn to look at me but I crushed his back against my front. I wanted his full attention to be in the sensation of my cock completely remolding his insides. I slowly begin fucking him, and each thrust he makes a soundless scream as I bury back balls deep inside him.

I begin to fuck him stupid. Picked up the pace, ramming it back in as he loosened, til he began to ragdoll in my arms from how intense the fucking began to get. He was starting to go completely limp in my arms, so I told him I was going to reward him, and shot a giant load in him. Oh he did feel it, with how a low whine came out, but when I pulled out and my cum poured out his used hole and I turned his body to face mine, he was already unconscious, clearly fucked out, yet his body still instinctively reacted, his shaking legs spreading further feeling my cum escape his pussy.

That began the weekend of cunting. I let my in house slut give him aftercare. Taking him to a bedroom where he laid bent out of shape and my cum still drooling out his open and swollen cunt lips. By the end of the weekend, I was going to turn them into a puffed wreck framing a gaped red cunt. While the fag rested under my house sluts care, I worked out, drilling a guy after the gym in his ute before heading home. The fag was still in bed, but now awake…and was fingering his own cunt, moaning. I jumped on him, pulled back his arms, put one foot on his back and mounted him, sliding my cock back in him. Told him how he was just a cunted fag now, who craved my cock. Made him shake and cry as I savagedly pounded him again. Kept him in the same stretched and pinned position as he began shaking and his head bounced back, where I could see his eyes rolling nonstop. Buried my cock in him and blasted another huge load and let him drop back down to the bed. Naked, covered in fluids and a completely mess, while I was still pumped, sweaty, with my cock out my workout shorts.

This carried in the whole weekend. I would fuck and breed him in multiple positions all over the house, while my house slut cared and prepped him. I would do my own thing, training, gaming, gyming, before finding the fag to break him down into an oblivious mess. His wife messages him, wishing him fun on his ‘work colleague trip’. I certainly took my new Dilf fag for many many long hard rides.

I promised I would give him the most puffed of cunt lips, and I did. His legs couldn’t close at all by Sunday, he was barely able to limp. In house slut had cleaned him multiple times, but the fags cunt was still constantly leaking my cum. Everytime he even saw me, he would moan, buckle, and start panting. His eyes were completely gone, dilated, unfocused from the hours of non-stop merciless pounding I gave him. But as a reward, this last fuck, I slowly sank into him, wrapped my arms, and just rutted slow but forceful, letting him feel every inch of my cock pulling against his cunt. After giving him one last cunt soaking load, I got in house slut to drive him home plugged with my last load inside him. How he tells his wife about his “work weekend trip” will be interesting, but he now physically and mentally was well and truly cunted. I left a message saying he could rest Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday, I expected his pussy to be ready for me again.

WHEW!

Experiencing Master Jace’s recaps of his conquests is almost a form of cunting in itself! I feel gaped and exhausted, but also exhilarated and alive and grateful to be a faggot!

After expressing my utter shock over this long-game, multi-day cunting he administered, I told him how shocked I was by the length, breadth, and depth of this cunting experience. After asking me if I had ever been cunted like that – which made me laugh, because I don’t know if I’d be coherent if every cunting I experienced too 2-3 weeks – Master Jase had more to say about his technique and his needs:

I love cunting fresh fags, Sam. Every once in awhile, I land a fag like this dilf fag who I know I will be keeping. And it’s worth the time and effort to cunt him over and over until his body, mind, and soul understands his place and purpose. Because for me, it’s almost like the thrill of a hunt to take my time preparing the fag for the finale.

It’s instinctual to me. It’s how I hunt my fags and sluts. It’s how I train them to take my merciless aggression and my giant cock without permanently ruining them. It’s how I transformed my current in house slut. Weeks even of university rooming slowly transforming him into a trained cock sleeve. Other alphas may cunt their fags in a day. Or less. But I like to take my time. Enjoy the thrill of the process. Revel in the final moments before the fag submits to the cunting in its entirety, their body and mind turned.

I mentioned to Master Jase that my cuntings happened without the knowledge or planning of me or any of my Masters. My Masters and Alphas who cunted me all thought they were hurting me and freaked out a bit; meanwhile, I was freaking out over the loss of control. None of us back then knew what it was, which is why I coined the term “cunting” to describe it, and I believe my work is the foremost authority on cunting anywhere on the internet.

Master Jase continued:

Hah, I always know what would hurt a fag or not. Breaking it’s cunt open will never hurt you or any fag. Your crying, your shaking, your involuntary movements, are all pleasure signs that you’ve experienced the peak of being fagged out. I do not know nor presume to know if you pioneered and coined the term cunting. But I do know that since I started to fuck and own my sluts in high school, that was how I broke them in. Not nearly with enough patience and marathon stamina as now, but I just knew that mounting them on my cock and their reactions meant that I had turned them into my willing cumdumps.

Fags are not as weak as straight alphas think they are. It takes a certain will to submit and release their control to an alpha. Myself, I demand my fags all keep themselves in the best of shapes to withstand my punishing rounds of breeding. The new Dilf fag is no exception. Point being, fags who are made to be used by alphas, will have the will and body to withstand some use from an alpha.

Master Jase is a rare Alpha, one that doesn’t fit easily into Protector or Destroyer labels. He’s probably both simultaneously. He’s like a sudden and violent storm that rises up and obliterates a town, but after it passes the sun is shining and the air is clean and fresh.

All I know is that Master Jase will mount a faggot with the expressed desire and intent to destroy it, but in the end he’s holding the limp, devastated body of a cunted faggot that has been transformed and set free. He’s not for the faint-hearted or half-hearted. Once he rams his huge dick all the way in a faggot, there’s simply no way it’s ever coming back.

And that, to me, is the whole point.

Thank you, Master Jase!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site has been blessed to know and feature two overwhelming Asian God Alpha super-predators, Master Alex and Master Jase. They’re both very similar, and both seeming anomalies among their Asian brethren. They’re hugely muscular, well-hung (at least nine inches), and ferocious hunters and breeders of faggots.

After my first update about Master Alex, we talked and I asked for more detail about his life as a successful, muscular God Alpha who owns a vast stable of faggots. He replied this way:

I take great joy in making fags out of men who think they rule the world, only to realise that there is an alpha male who rules and controls over them. And I find them at all places I frequent. The high-end gym I frequent is free of charge, courtesy both of my PT fag and his boss, when they’re not keeping my body pumped and worshipping my muscles, scent and sweat on their floor, their bent over, cunt spread, aching for my cock to fuck them into that addictive daze they crave. Restaurants and bars where once a confident client is hidden under the table cloths choking on my cock while I enjoy a three course meal or a drink. Meeting with other agents at parties or functions and exchanging greetings with their wives, while they stare hungrily at my face and body, waiting for when I call on them and pound my thick ten inches deep up their pussies harder and better than they can ever pleasure their own women. Single fags, married fags, I have the lot; nothing changes the fact that I own them. That their pleasure they receive should only be from how much they can satisfy and please me. Their gratitude to be in service, their sore throbbing cunt lips a physical badge of honour that they’re mine. Their need to worship me only when I call them my obedient sluts.

You ask about my house fag when I arrive home in a mood. What he does is obey. To meet my needs. If I come home normally, he kneels and fishes out my cock and lets the heavy weight lie on his face while his hands work on my feet, massaging them. He doesn’t suck until I command him to. When I am done with the initial worship and skull fuck, he is to thank me before hanging my clothes or putting them in the laundry. If it is my workout or training clothes, I expect him to sniff and gag himself on my scented musky clothing. If I come home needing to breed, I pin him down, where he obediently opens his mouth for me to relentlessly drill his throat, deep and brutal, before flipping him like a toy and mercilessly whipping my ten inches in his oversized muscle pussy. Telling him how much he loves being my cock slut, desperate for my attention. How he whimpers in gratitude against my savage rhythm until I breed him and leave him slumped and gaped and cum drooling out his pussy against whatever surface I lasted railed him against. One would not expect him to be my house fag, with how gigantic and built he is with the stance and demeanor of a military trained veteran. Yet here he is, submissive and shaking and trembling in need under my Asian strength, craving my dark alpha cock to take his mind and body into orbit.

I have been in a rutting period here, faggot. You would only wish you were one of mine, with how ravenous and inexhaustible my need to fuck and breed has been in the past month or so. And it has not ended. It is not uncommon for my house to have two or more sluts on a daily basis, all of which end the night broken, dazed, red fleshed, limp piles of muscle with loads of my cum dripping out their mouth and cunts. And I am still cleaning my hard cock off on my house faggots swollen lips. Even right now, my cock head is being nursed on by a fag called up to keep my cock busy as I work.

This is like a “Day In The Life Of A God Alpha” diary entry. However, there’s clearly nothing ordinary about Master Alex’s life, especially right now as it’s mating season and he is breeding so furiously and so deeply that he seems intent on bending Nature itself into impregnating his fags, I’ve been “attacked” like this by aggressive God Alpha Masters before, and it can be quite overwhelming. But Master Alex feels like another animal entirely.

If there is a common thread in the lives of God Alphas like Master Alex, it’s this: they’re all wildly successful and accomplished professionally. This should not be surprising, since all good things flow upwards to Alphas. They get all of the high-paying jobs, all the respect, all of the attention, all of the money, and all of the pussy they can ever want.

I’m so happy that Master Alex embraced his God Alphahood early so that he may enjoy a long life of daily success and worship and Kingship!

Thank you, Master Alex, for continuing to share your jaw-dropping life!

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I must tell you it has been a real treasure to get to know Master Jason, the incredible straight college Alpha who recently reached out to me about his latest faggot Mason. Right from the start I recognized that, even though he’s only owned faggots for a couple of years, the ownership and training of them was almost second-nature to him. We always talk about how faggots are born to serve Men, but we rarely discuss how some straight Alphas are born to own faggots.

But Master Jason was born to own faggots.

To illustrate that I have a terrific story about Master Jason’s first faggot John (this faggot, still owned long distance by Master Jason, wrote to me about coming to be owned by him. I’ll share that in a separate post.

Now back to Mason. If you’ll recall, Mason thought he might not be a faggot, but Master Jason (utilizing his natural instincts) managed to break Mason and get Mason to admit he’s a faggot. There was even some light scent training as reinforcement.

I advised Master Jason to continue ramping up scent training and intensifying it in the hopes of cementing Mason’s resolve. That was, of course, exactly what Master Jason planned to do. He has incredible patience with faggots (part of his Protector Alpha personality); he understands that faggots are broken males in many ways and are vulnerable and scared. Master Jason’s training focuses on getting the faggot to embrace this purpose and then find fulfillment in becoming an owned faggot.

So Master Jason updated me on another little setback:

So far training Mason has been a process just slower yk since he is adapting to additional tasks I’ve assigned him, but ngl he’s done a good job of worshipping me and has been such an obedient fag now and the scent training has paid dividends. He’s even volunteered to do all my laundry without me asking, and I know he’s just been sniffing at my sweat-stained clothes. But I was surprised he didn’t write either and asked him about it but he doesn’t feel humiliated, just shocked bout the whole thing yk just a lot of things for him to handle at once.  I encouraged him to write to you about his perspective though, as he admitted not thinking his perspective was more important than mine. As for chastity, I’ll definitely look into making a ceremony for sure, def think it would create a closer alpha-faggot bond between us, but taking my time with it for now.

For scent training, it’s been kinda easy just bc I mentioned when we first talked I noticed how he took some of my gym clothes before, so his resistance isn’t as high. But to make him more addicted when we go to the gym I instruct him to smell my towel everytime I wipe sweat off to get him addicted to the scent and tell him I know he wants it and if he wants to continue serving me he needs to smell them. When we get back though I throw my gym socks at him and simply tell him that I know he wants to smell them and he has until I’m finished showering to smell them. I’ve been using this to train him to my scent but one time he was still sniffing my socks when I returned disobeying me so I didn’t let him worship or sniff my pits or clothes for 24 hours.  He ended up begging me if he could just use one of my gym shirts, which I flat out refused since he was disobedient.

This has made him so obedient that he knows when he can sniff and when he has to stop and he hasn’t made the mistake since then and scent training him has been almost a daily occurrence. I also reward him everytime he finishes my homework, cooks, or does the laundry by letting Mason sniff my pits and feet for around a couple minutes to really let him know that worshipping me is a reward. I’m planning to begin scent training him to my crotch soon by giving him my sweaty underwear to break him in and get him addicted, but tryna figure it still since my experience with John was different from other stories I’ve met since he never asked to worship my cock and he seemed happy just being my slave yk. So if ya have any tips feel free to lmk but that’s how its going so far.

Most of this sounded pretty good to me, and I complimented Master Jason for his patient approach and how it seemed to be paying off.

But then Master Jason sent me this troubling update:

For Mason though I took your advice man and tried to force his face into my crotch, but even tho he admitted he was a fag, he resisted a bit and couldn’t do so. For me I don’t find it weird, I am just selective on who actually gets to see and touch my cock. He apologized about being not ready and ended up tearing up a bit about being straight before to not being a fag and I did my best to comfort him, but I had to punish him and ended up tying him up in my room for a couple hours gagged with my sock. I encouraged him to write to you because although he’s obedient and everything, he still has these moments where I have to comfort him quite often. It’s definitely been a delicate balance yk with him more than any fag I’ve used just because I still see him as a brother of sorts, but I hope he does get better.

I do plan on moving forward in training him still over a longer period of time and I still haven’t really thought about placing my seed in him seeing as he hasn’t deserved it but a hole is a hole and if proves himself worthy I may consider it. 

How disappointing!

I have no idea how a guy can actively and repeatedly steal an Alpha’s underwear and still consider himself to be straight and not a faggot. I understand that Mason at first even told me that he felt like a Top and that he was “vers”, which was ridiculous to me given what he was doing with Master Jason’s underwear.

It honestly breaks my heart that Mason cannot let go of the delusions he clings to about being straight or anything other than a faggot. Even more tragic, he’s screwing up the opportunity to serve and be owned by a truly magnificent straight Alpha like Master Jason. Unlike most of his Alpha brothers, Master Jason shows patience and, even wilder, LOYALTY to his faggots. These are qualities that are very rare, and should NEVER be taken for granted.

While there are probably tens of thousands of faggots who would love to serve Master Jason, Mason is crying and begging off of it. It’s mind-boggling.

I can only praise Master Jason for attempting to comfort this faggot that resists his ownership and guidance. Most Alphas would’ve tossed it away by now, probably, especially straight ones who could be fucking pussy instead.

Thank you Master Jason for being a great Protector Alpha, a true example of Hierarchy at its finest!

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I feel really blessed as a faggot in this position because I’ve been able to mentor so many faggots to find fulfillment, but also some powerful Alphas! Here on this site I have literally chronicled the ascensions of many straight Alphas, charted every new discovery about faggot ownership, and pointed them to even greater avenues of domination and power! It’s been an amazing ride for the last ten years!

One of my more recent favorites is Master David. This straight French Alpha had never owned a faggot (or even considered it) until he met me while searching for information about his submissive gay roommate Vincent. Now he owns not only Vincent, but a couple of other faggots he’s acquired at the gym. Through the complete use of these faggots, Master David has experienced so many incredible changes in his life.

Then, more recently, he claimed a couple, Charlene and her beta boyfriend Quentin. In the latest update, Master David forcefully took and fucked Charlene right in front of an awe-struck Quentin and basically took her as his girlfriend. All of these things are chronicled in the link above.

But now Master David has experienced something new in this latest update. Let’s see what it is:

Hey boy,

You remember when I took my bitch Charlène from my beta friend Quentin? Well, a lot have happened since then!

I have enjoyed having Charlène at my place (where I live with my roomate Vincent). I fucked her regularly and she enjoyed the perks of my superior life, with the service of my devoted servants! Her former boyfriend Quentin has often been there to provide me blowjobs and foot massages before and/or after I fucked her!

But of course, I kept on dating and fucking other women, as well as my serving boys. Charlène had a hard time to accept that. So much that she finally broke up with me. For lack of a better choice, she returned to Quentin, who was only too happy to get my leftovers. But obviously, it wasn’t long before she regretted it and begged me to fuck her again! 

I answered her I was no longer interested into having her as my official girlfriend, but that I was willing to fuck her once in a while as a side chick. But only at one condition: Quentin himself had to BEG me to fuck his girlfriend! Needless to say, Quentin went home, kneeled, kissed my feet and said “Please Sir, it would be my honor that you keep fucking my beloved girlfriend! I can’t please her as you do, Sir! I’m begging you! Please!” After cuming into his mouth, I accepted.

He gave me a key to their home. So now, when I feel like it, I go to their place, I burst into their bedroom and I fuck Charlène who screams with pleasure! Sometimes I dismiss Quentin, sometimes I make him stay and watch me what a real man do. He even had to lick my feet while I was fucking her! Usually, when I spend the night with her, Quentin bring us the breakfast in bed on the morning!

I think I like this arrangement even better than having Charlène as my girlfriend! Now, I have a cuck beta servant that I can humiliate when I want to and Charlène has finally been forced to accept her place as just a sexual slave for my pleasure.

Life is really fucking good when you’re an Alpha!

So long, sam the faggot!

King David

As you can see, Master David learned that he, as Alpha, has a need for SPACE and FREEDOM so he can use or enslave anyone he chooses. Alphas shouldn’t be tied down like that. To build a Kingdom, an Alpha like Master David must spend his days reveling in his power while allowing females and faggots to fulfill their place in service to him.

This is how Alphas grow!

When I told him that, Master David replied:

You nailed it, faggot! I want it all. I want to have my cake and it it too, and I know I can! Either you submit to my rules, or you fuck off out of my life! Fags and betas and chicks are lining up to kiss my feet and suck my dick. I will only pick the most obedient ones. Every inferior must remember that it is easily replaceable and it has to EARN its place at my feet! Not the other way around.

That’s something I had to say to Vincent, when I felt he was becoming a little possessive. I told him: “Keep in mind: I am everything for you, I am the center of your world, but you’re just a very, very small part of my life. If you piss me off, you will never serve me again! So you better remember your place!” He cried a lot, but since then he kept in line.

Gosh it feels so good to be the master! To be the one who matters!

Can you hear the overwhelming joy in Master David’s words? These exclamations might as well be the roar of a lion!

I wish more straight Alphas would do more experimentation, let go of their preconceived ideas, and allow greater circuits of power to flow through them! Faggots are a key that unlocks the vault containing unbelievable Alpha power! It’s there for the taking!

I’m so proud of Master David for being one of those smart straight Alphas, a true King who recognizes that males and females of all sorts must fall so that he may rise!

An Alpha named Veith (@bo1fucker) just passed 300k on X, all because of his huge dick and dominant attitude.

I wanted to highlight the following clip because it shows natural dominance.

Notice how Master Veith grabs the faggot’s head and forces it back into his cock then the fag gets distracted by someone entering the bathroom!

“Are you going to be my cocksucker this semester?” asks the Alpha after thoroughly brainwashing this fåggot.

This is how to take ownership!

HierarchyIsLaw #HierarchyIsTruth

Here’s God Alpha @hollywoodpwrtop rutting a faggot deeply, preparing to fill it with his load, when the faggot gets cunted.

It’s such a gift to both of them.

For the faggot, it receives purpose.

For Master HPT, he receives glory.