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!

Why do straight Alphas take ownership of faggots? What causes them to consider it at all?

The answers are buried deep in the male psyche, a primal urge to dominate the weak. It’s this urge that causes teenage Alphas to bully fags and other weaklings. It’s the urge that makes Alphas possessive, competitive, and aggressive. It’s what makes Alphas our leaders and Kings.

When we think of Kings, we immediately think of Kingdoms. The average male wants his house to be his castle, but an Alpha thinks bigger. He wants a Kingdom that serves and worships him and his needs.

That Kingdom is built of females worshipers who service him sexually and give him babies, but it is also built of submissive males who can serve larger tasks and form and army to die at his command.

Faggots are the way an Alpha can have that vision of a Kingdom come true. Ownership of fags satisfies that primal Alpha urge to subjugate other males and emasculate them and control them. These thoughts might not be on a conscious level with Alphas, but subconsciously Alphas have that in them. It typically just takes the right faggot to ping it.

Here is a story about the faggot that first pinged straight Alpha Jason’s desire for a Kingdom. The faggot’s name is John, and Master Jason kindly offered to have John reach out to me and tell the story of how he came to be the first faggot owned by this incredible straight Alpha.

I don’t write really but I am the faggot John that Master Jason first owned and wanted to add onto this story after Sir encouraged me to write to you. I am honored as the faggot to have awakened Sir after seeing the Alpha he has grown to be, I wanted to provide some more details about Master Jason, I met Sir when I was a Senior and Sir was a freshman and instantly I knew he was an alpha simply after talking to him after a few minutes. I could sense his confident charisma and my friends who saw him were instantly whipped alongside myself. I ended up seeing him on campus and in the gym occasionally and was plagued by thoughts of just worshipping him. I had followed your page for a while now and knew I was a faggot, but merely chalked it up to more of a “kink” rather than a reality as I did “worship” some guys on it was sexual for my own pleasure rather than true servitude. 

My first time serving Sir was when one of my friends invited me a party that was being thrown by one of his friends I didn’t know at the time and I wish I remembered more details from then. I had a rough week to that point so I drank like hell at the party and ended up throwing up and being in a complete drunken daze when I ran into Sir outside. I barely remember this besides when he told me but I was in a drunken daze and told him everything about first my issues and then second how I think I’m a faggot and how I desperately wanted to serve him. He ended up watching over me and the other students who blacked out until next morning when I couldn’t find my friends. I was so apologetic at this time but he was so kind telling me it was all chill since he was looking after a couple others as well. After he and his friend confirmed everyone was okay, he drove me and a couple others  to our homes. I was the last person he dropped off when he told me about what I had said about being a faggot the night before and asked me about it. I was embarrassed but showed him the letter on your website to explain how I thought he was superior to me and I wanted to serve whatever he needed, whether it be worship or chores. He was taken aback but for that first time he had me pay for his gas and had me sniff his feet which he said was to test my boundaries. He was slow at first in testing what he could do, but once I gave him permission for everything it all took off. I drove around 30 minutes to his place each day to do all his chores, his homework, and if he let me worship him and he acknowledged me rarely calling me “Slave I need this done now.” His natural dominance made it impossible for me to escape and I knew it was where I belonged but what stuck to me was when one night I had a really bad situation unfold back at home and I tried to drive over and serve Sir but he noticed my head was elsewhere. He made it clear that I didn’t need to worship or do any chores today and told me “Hey man, I know we have this situation going but genuinely if it gets too much or something’s up talk to me”. We ended up talking and drinking a lot that night and it felt so casual and I felt seen, the fact he could balance his more dominant side but also stay caring from first meeting me and even looking out for me when I wasn’t serving him was made me want to stay with him. I was gladly owned by him for just under a year until I graduated, where I had to unfortunately fly back to my hometown to deal with some matters.

However, I had the privilege to serve Master Jason again this week for the first time in 9 months, as I had a business trip around an hour from where he lived and he is the same caring alpha but somehow more dominant than before! When I got there we talked for a while and he checked in on how I was doing taking care of my family which was the same genuine care he always possessed even when I was clearly below him. After our conversation, I worshipped him as usual before cleaning his muddy shoes. I was hesitant because I loved worshipping Sir’s feet but actual mud was new but he threatened “Clean my shoes now fag or I’ll lock you outside the room naked” so I instantly obeyed and was surprised by how direct he had gotten. As a reward though he ended up handcuffing me to the bed frame and tossed me one of his sweaty socks and said he would be back in a couple hours. I spent almost the entire time he was gone jerking off with one hand to his sweaty sock. When he came back I was blindfolded and handcuffed to a chair this time and gagged before he whispered since you’ve been such a good fag here’s your reward.

Then the unbelievable happened, I was graced with the opportunity of Master Jason fucking another woman in the same room as me! Sir was so powerful as I heard all her moans of pleasure and pain that were the loudest I had ever heard. The entire time my dick was hard but it was both a reward and torture hearing everything but being unable to see anything. After a while he ungagged me and told me to lick the girl’s feet and I obeyed before he told me “Don’t say a fucking word now that you’re not gagged alright faggot”. They fucked for another hour before Sir came and I remember that exact moment I had to control myself to not beg to see. After she left Sir teased me describing his cock while I still couldn’t see and I found myself begging for him to let me see. Even though I am a faggot, I never felt so humiliated in this moment that I begged for even the opportunity to just SEE his cock and not even be used as a hole. Unfortunately, when Sir let me see again he was fully clothed again but I still thanked him relentlessly for blessing me with the chance to hear him fuck and he told me I was such an obedient good boy. This was the first time he ever did anything sexual around me as I left it up to him what he thought I was deserving of and it felt so good getting his validation. He ended up staying in the room I paid for my business trip, while I was forced to sleep on the ground but I never felt more correct in what I was doing.

As a note to his character, the day after everything happened, he asked if everything was alright, which of course I said yes I enjoyed it all! Most alphas only care about themselves and their pleasure and while Sir rightfully puts himself first in using me, the fact he asked afterwards really shows the Master that Jason is. As a last note, Mason is quite attractive and built as well, when I first met him when Sir had him drive us to the airport, I did not think he was the Mason in your story and had I not known Sir owned him I would have served him or thought he was a master as well. I ended up telling Mason that he should cherish this opportunity and he was lucky to be owned by Master Jason because he is unlike any alpha had ever met and I wish I could be closer to serve him more often. That’s all from me I don’t write often but felt it was my duty to let everyone know the Alpha that Master Jason is. 

I was blown away by this gorgeous love letter John wrote about his Master, Jason. It’s so humble and honest and full of deep yearning and gratitude! I can’t wait for Master Jason to read it!

Please note that John cleverly used my “Letter To An Alpha” on this website to correctly explain hierarchy in terms that help to trigger him to action. I wrote it that way on purpose. I don’t know why so many faggots are failing to use the effective and FREE tools I’ve built to help them the way they helped John … well, I guess some just get it.

I love how Master Jason’s idea of a reward for his faggot was tying the faggot up and letting it listen to him fuck a female. Obviously, it was a perfect reward, but the fact that he has the awareness to comprehend his own power and its effect on everyone around him is astounding.

John is an outstanding faggot, which is why Master Jason (a true Protector Alpha) has kept him in his stable despite the long distances. Even though Master Jason has never allowed John to even taste his cum, he knows John is his property for life.

And, judging by this magnificent letter, I’d say Master Jason is right!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a young faggot named Asher by his actual uncle. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the bigger surprises I’ve received from running a site like this and deeply covering so many stories is the number of faggots being enslaved into service to family members. I guess I always thought of that as taboo, but I’ve come to know that hierarchy runs deeper than I ever expected.

Asher is a young faggot who has been asking me questions in my “Questions From Readers” inbox about submitting and serving his uncle. I almost elevated Asher’s story to a proper blog thread with his last question about his uncle really claiming him as his faggot. Now I’m doing it because his uncle has really ramped things up.

But before I get to Asher’s update, I want to point out that, in my advice to his last question, I mentioned that chastity was the answer to his situation. With that in mind, listen to this:

I got in chastity but in a different way. You see, once my uncle accepted me as his faggot, he  told me that I have to earn action with my dick. Right now, I am only allowed to give him handjob. He has also said me to always  stay naked in the house and do chores. But my habit to touch my dick was still a problem. One day, after giving him handjob and cleaning him up with tissue (he has also said that I have to earn his cum), I went in other room and started tot touch my dick. I just wanted to feel my hand that just touched and jerked my God’s  dick. But he just barged in and caught me touching my dick and got angry. He grabbed my hand , took me to the bedroom and then tied both my hands at one leg of the bed. “Do not try to untie while I am out.” he said. I nodded and he left. I had never seen him this angry. He has always loved me and cared for me, even after accepting me being a fag. After about 2 hours he came back. He had brought some items in a bag. He untied me and then sat on the bed and made me sit on my knees between his legs.

“Look, I had already told you that you should not touch your nub. That is not how a fag get pleasure. You can only get pleasure if your master fucks you. Your pleasure is dependent on me. And you have disappointed me. So I am gonna you in chastity. I gave you a chance and you failed.”

“I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but ..”

“No if n buts, you have to wear chastity. Now thank me for making you wear chastity.”

“Thank you uncle for making me wear chastity. “

It was a nice pink chastity, small in size as my dick is already not that big, and he also bought a dog collar.

“You should wear this all the time in the house, no matter what. It will show you your position.”

I honestly felt more faggy when he put on the collar on me. I guess this is how may faggot journey is turning out to be.

It’s pretty amazing to me that Asher’s uncle (a straight Alpha) understands faggot ownership so well. It seems to come to him naturally.

Also, how do straight Men understand chastity and its ability to mold faggots? It’s crazy to me. I guess it’s just a matter of understanding how taking away a faggot’s penis reduces them and forces them to focus.

I really think Asher will benefit from chastity … but that means his uncle will be using him sexually very soon. I hope Asher is ready for that!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the six year ownership of a 21-year-old faggot named Tim by his lifelong Asian friend and Alpha, Master Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Most of us lose the friendships of our boyhood once we reach our teens and get into high school. Our circle of friends widens out, interests change, and we just move on. I’ve retained only one casual friend from my boyhood, whereas I still have many of my friends from high school close to me. It’s just the nature of things.

But every so often a boyhood friendship develops in such a way that the bond not only becomes stronger, but it even becomes vital. Such is the case with a faggot named Tim.

In youth, Tim was best friends with an Asian boy named Nick. They spent countless days together, playing and wrestling and making silly games and doing all of the crazy things boys do.

But then two critical events occurred that would change both of their lives forever. Here’s Tim with the story:

Hello brother Sam. I came across your website through browsing, and saw your posts about the Alpha Asians, and needed to share how I serve my Asian alpha god. I wanted to just share how happy I am to be not just his boyfriend, but his bitch, his slut, his faggot, and how excited I am for our next step in my life with my Sir. I really don’t have a question except whether it’s possible for me to fall in greater love and obsession with him.

My Sir and I are both 21 years old. My name is Tim, and my alpha is Nick. I submitted to him when we were 15, and it has been six of the best years of my life worshipping and serving his inexhaustible needs and his ever growing strength and power.

Right now I am typing while his afternoon load oozes around the thick butt plug put in my aching sore pussy, and I can’t wait until he finishes his evening home workout to fill me again. I have limited time to write as I will be there to serve, lick, suck, and present myself for his sweaty, pumped self after his workout, but I want to at least share the start of how everything fell into place for how I became Alpha Nick’s faggot boyfriend.

My family is white, Nick’s is Chinese/Japanese. We were childhood friends, neighbors and inseparable. Same school, same sports, same activities. I was always louder and bigger as a kid, but Nick, smaller and more quiet, was always able to control me from going overboard.

Nick was bullied in junior high for being Asian. I fought the bullies off, and thought that would be how it was. Me protecting Nick, no one messing with my best friend.

Everything changed when Nick had to move across the country for two years for his dad’s job. We were 13. I hated it. I didn’t want to lose Nick. We messaged for those two years, but I never saw him until he came back, and texted me to know he was home.

I rushed to see him, and I remember being absolutely floored. Gone was the lanky, scrawny Asian boy I protected. In his place when Nick opened the door was a defined muscled boy. When he hugged me hard, his bulging arms almost crushed everything out of me. My breath, my thoughts, my body. In place, I remember the hardness of his muscles, and above all, his rich smell.

We wrestled like we always did as kids, but things were different. He pinned me single-handedly and easily, put me in a chokehold and stared intensely at me as I struggled at his far superior strength until I tapped out. He flexed his big muscled arm above me, grinning down at me. I recall that moment so vividly as it was the first time I felt something inside me drop.

I didn’t know it then, but Nick had become a true Alpha in those two years. He had grown through so much. But all he told me was that he had to stand up to other people who were racist to him. Nick joined a gym and got into martial arts. He had gotten stronger and more confident. Only later would I know just how much stronger and confident.

We compared heights; before he left, I was over half a head taller. Back together, we were the same height, but he was so much more muscled and defined. Then came my first shock. We compared cocks. Over the two years, we had messaged about jerking off and what turned us on. But never any pictures.

I remember I was hard from our wrestling, the hardest I’ve ever been. Nick was hard too, from what I now know was from dominating me so easily and so powerfully. I remember trying to salvage my pride, saying I bet my cock was bigger. His silent grin said it all as we pulled down our shorts.

Brother Sam. I had never been so humbled. I measured myself, and I was proud of my 5 inches, knowing I had more to grow. What Nick revealed…when that dark, massive shaft came out. When Nick pointed that glistening giant head at me. When he laid his cock over my pathetic one, and it was almost twice my length, and more than twice my girth.

Nick didn’t say a word. He just grinned as I slowly jerked our cocks together. I couldn’t stop staring. Both down at his huge Asian cock dwarfing mine, then back at his smiling face. I don’t think we said anything for a good amount of time, that day was a blur.

I only remember that when we finally put our cocks away and sat down to play on his console, I couldn’t stop looking back at his heavy bulge pushing at the seams of his shorts. How his strong legs framed his groin, the way he sat, the way he stood and walked. That day is burned deep in my memory as the starting point of my faghood to my alpha friend and my master.

It was obvious the change in Nick back at school. I was still the louder one and outgoing, but I was the one following Nick around. I let him chose our lunch spot, and how he seemed to just be in charge of where he was, even when he was silent. That intense calm of his…everyone was visibly attracted to him. I was no exception. But I was happy he stuck with me.

Nick took me to work out, and before I fully submitted to him as my Alpha, they were the most intense and high times I had. My workout was nothing, I watched him pump weights, running, stretching. When he spotted me, my eyes could not leave his muscles. Nick knew. I knew. But I wasn’t ready to admit it that we were different now.

That changed one week where he was absent from school twice. I wanted to see if he was ok. I arrived at his house and heard low moaning and the sounds of heavy hard sex. I had watched porn before, not with Nick, but I could tell that there was fucking happening in his house.

I remember my head emptying. Only hearing the sounds of intense fucking. The high-pitched moans and someone else’s familiar voice growling deep and low.

I had used my spare key to let myself in, and the first thing I remember hitting me was the smell of male body and sweat. Smells I started to associate with working out with Nick. The next thing to hit me was the intense fucking sounds. Nick didn’t even bother taking it to his bedroom, he was in the living room.

Nick saw me, but he barely paused. He just told me to wait, and I watched, transfixed, as he railed hard and deep with such long strokes. I caught a glimpse of his slut, and recognized it as a star athlete from the senior high school we would attend the next year.

I only kept watching as he finished, pumping with deep powerful thrusts, and I realized, I wished it was me. As he pulled out and a massive, cum covered cock revealed itself, I remember wishing, I want that.

I don’t remember what I asked him, my mind was blanked and turning. But I remember him grinning at me, palming his still hard, monster cock, and saying, “All day.” I remember him telling me to come back later, and he went back to mounting his prey, who barely moved except moaning out. I wondered, and was jealous, of just how long he had been fucking him. By my 15 year old best friend.

Nick told me everything that night when I went over. How even when we were kids, he knew he was different. How moving away let him explore. How he started to fuck other people at the gym in the school he was at over there. How he even fucked his dad’s construction foreman when he visited. How the foreman became his muscled bitch for the last year he was over there.

Nick made me stroke him as he recounted the high number of guys he had fucked and used when he moved. I never had to use two hands before, but I did for his cock. He talked. I stroked. His pre dripped all over my hands. I remember I was kneeling in front of him as he sat, his huge body and cock towering over me.

When he finished talking, ending with who I learnt was the baseball captain of the high school I saw him fucking earlier, I held his cock in my hands like a trophy. I knew that we had changed. He wasn’t just my childhood friend. I asked him why didn’t he claim me like he did the others. That I knew.

He just said that unlike his other fags, I was special. And he wanted me to submit completely and without hesitation. Honestly he could have taken me that first day he came back and I would be his faithful fag forever, but he, in his own alpha way, loved and valued me.

I wish to share more, brother Sam. I want to tell you of the day he truly cunted me. How he truly transformed me into his. I want to tell you just how much stronger he’s gotten. How big he’s gotten. How his giant Asian cock has gotten even bigger, thicker, more monstrous. How I love every inch of it. How he now towers over me, an absolute beast of a hunk, how his defined, muscled Asian body commands attention, and how beautiful he looks as an Alpha god no matter what he is doing. How over the next six years, he grew into the amazing strong Alpha he is, owning multiple faggots with his powerful demeanor.

And how through all he has ascended, no matter who he uses or controls, he still always makes time and space for me. Claiming me like he did six years ago. And every time he does, every time he buries his mammoth cock inside me, laying his enormous body on top of me, calls me his boyfriend fag, how when he slam fucks me til I’m seeing black, I can still hear his low, deep voice saying how he could stay inside me forever.

But I can hear his workout ending. He always finishes his home workout by aggressively smashing the heavy bag around, and even through multiple walls, I can hear just how punishing the thuds are. And after every workout, I worship his sweat, muscles, and cock before he claims me brutally and overwhelmingly. I live for it, brother Sam. I live for Sir Nick, all of him, for every thought of mine to be fucked full of Him.

So much in this startling and detailed story to unpack!

First of all, I think it’s fair to say we can dispel any doubts about the genetic nature of Alphahood. Master Nick was born Alpha, but it wasn’t unleashed until circumstances forced it to the surface (I suppose much like Bruce Banner and The Hulk). But how did Master Nick return at age 15 after two years with so much dominance and so much power and control over faggots? Did he go away to Alpha School?

No, of course he didn’t. He knew these things because Alphahood is a programming gifted to our greatest Men. The genetic secrets and wisdom of Alphahood are sacred mysteries shared and protected among only the members of this elite fraternity. Master Nick was born with these secrets and codes baked into his very psyche.

Kudos to my brother Tim for instantly recognizing the overwhelming and undeniable Alphahood of his old friend, and having the sense to submit completely! It might’ve been easy to fall into jealous rages or competitions with a friend who once seemed like an equal. However, Tim instantly realized they were no longer even close to being equal. That takes proper humility!

I really hope Tim continues to share more illuminating stories about the six years he’s been blessed to serve as Master Nick’s primary faggot!