The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The story of Master Joe has been fascinating ever since he first appeared here a few months ago. He’s a very dominant bisexual Alpha with a strong Alpha Pack of brothers and a strong sex drive. Basically, he’s about as prototypical as any Alpha can be.

The dynamic between Master Joe and one of his straight Alpha friends is the point of fascination for me. First of all, this Alpha friend recommended that Master Joe fuck his faggot brother, which seemed weird to me until I thought about it a little more. After all, Alphas understand Hierarchy at its most fundamental level, a Darwinian “survival of the fittest” philosophy that happily includes faggots as nature’s slave class.

I guess what I’m getting at is the fact that this straight Alpha friend understood that his little brother is a faggot born to serve Men and Alphas. He accepted that as truth. Furthermore, he recognized Master Joe as his Alpha brother and offered up his faggot brother as a sacrifice or gift to sate Master Joe’s need for worship and service, a need he likely also experiences and appreciates.

I’m just not sure this straight Alpha friend understood what bargain he was making when he volunteered his little brother’s holes to the overwhelming power of Master Joe.

Master Joe wrote:

Hey Sam, Master Joe here

My life is going well with my new fag, I’m turning a hungry slut into an obedient boy. But I wanna ask you about my urge to challenge my Alpha friend more and more. As you know, we have always had a healthy competition between us, but now I’m getting kind of addicted to showing him how much I own his precious little brother.

A few days ago, the three of us planned to go to the beach together, so I slept in their house to make it easier to leave in the morning. My fag’s room os right next to my friend’s room, so my boy told me that maybe it’d Somethings be better to suck my cock but not get fucked because he usually gets loud when I am rutting. That makes perfect sense, but something took over my mind and at that moment my mind decided that I must make my Alpha friend (who is so proud of protecting his little brother) hear me banging the fag’s pussy. So I convinced my boy that I really needed to unload my balls in his ass, and he accepted to take my cock and try to be quiet.

After a nice blowjob when my cock was all wet, I lubed his hole and started to fuck with him on his stomach. Then I held the bed headboard on purpose, and fucked him in a way that the heaboard would hit the wall while I thrusted in his ass, so my friend would definitely know that I was fucking his twink brother. My fag tried to take my hand so I wouldn’t hold the headboard anymore, but I had already hit the walls 5 times, more than enough to transmit my message. I fucked him a little more and bred his sexy hole, then I put him on my chest and we slept.

On the next morning, we went to the beach and while the fag was showing his legs on a sexy swimming suit, I sat with my friend on the sand and we looked at the girls. When the fag was far enough not to hear us, my friend said “did you sleep well last night?” and chuckled, I just said yes, but then he said “yeah, I’m sure you had fun” We laughed together and changed the topic after that, but his reaction made me really horny. I got hard right there at the beach.

I wanna share this story with you because you’re the biggest specialist in fag and Alpha behavior that I know. Is it normal that fucking my fag next to my Alpha friend turns me on so much? I admit that my biggest fantasy right now is fucking my fag’s ass with my friends in the room watching us lol I know that this is never gonna happen, but I can’t stop fantasizing about it.

I really love your website Sam, and I’ve been following some of the stories you cover. I read Fernando’s experience with his Master talking about his sister’s pussy and I wonder if I am making my little slut uncomfortable as well. A few weeks ago, I was getting close rutting my boy really fast and I said “fuck, your brother can’t protect you from my cock” It was so involuntary and so natural, I don’t know why I said that, but after I came, I regretted because I’m sure my fag is not into that.

My friend obviously enjoys the fact that I’m using his little brother and taking care of him, but I wonder if this urge of showing him how hard I can fuck his precious brother will affect our friendship. We’ve been friends for many years and the last thing I want is losing his friendship because of this fag.

First of all, WOW what an experience! I’m sure I’m not the only faggot who wishes they could hear Master Joe’s rutting! In my experience, Alphas enjoy letting others hear their rut just like they love letting people hear/see their piss streams. It’s pure animal dominance.

Now ordinarily I am dealing with an Alpha’s issues with a new faggot they’re training, but in this case this little faggot seems to be working out well. However, most curiously the issue involves Master Joe and his Alpha brother. Or, rather, the perceived potential issue.

Let’s look at what is known:

1. Master Joe purposefully banged the fuck out of his faggot so that his Alpha friend would hear.
2. His Alpha friend made a joke about it the next day.

I think the Alpha friend took it very well. To be honest, his reaction sounds exactly like something one frat bro would say to another frat bro after one of them loudly banged a campus slut. Between Alphas, such banter is part of a general acknowledgement of each other’s power. So Master Joe’s Alpha friend was merely acknowledging Master Joe’s virility while using his little fag brother.

Crazy to think about, isn’t it? Two Alphas laughing over one’s sexual conquest over the other’s fag brother. But Hierarchically, it makes perfect sense. These two Alphas realize that the fag brother was born to serve them and is not equal to them. The fag brother is not part of their clique, just one of many cumdumps the clique uses to empty their balls.

That’s pure Hierarchy, folks.

I don’t think Master Joe has anything to worry about with this Alpha friend. Alpha friendships run deep and are very strong. They’ve experienced a lifetime together growing into Kings and reveling in what universal power they share in a world they co-own. In some ways, Master Joe is a more authentic brother to this friend than even his actual blood-related brother ever could be. They are brothers, not of flesh and bone, but forged in immutable Hierarchical geneology. In their bond are the secrets of Mankind.

But if this Alpha ever became upset about Master Joe’s breeding of his little brother, it would be an easy fix, right? No faggot should ever get between two Alphas.

Now Master Joe’s desire to show off for his Alpha buddy is, of course, healthy Alpha competition. It’s like when guys needle each other over things that make them insecure. It’s pleasurable for an Alpha to “humiliate” an Alpha friend in the spirit of play or jousting. It’s the kind of fun play you see young lions have with each other as they wrestle and bite each other.

Make no mistake, though – Master Joe’s dominant move to show up his Alpha friend is absolutely a “top of the pyramid” power grab meant to push his friend down the hill of Alpha Hierarchy. I don’t think there’s anything wrong or unnatural with that at all. It’s simply part of being Alpha.

I thank Master Joe for sharing his incredible conquest with me and allowing me to share it! I have no doubt other Alpha’s are looking at his example with a knowing smirk!

Hi! First time writing here so please forgive me for any errors. I am a college student at a school in a large city. I have talked to quite a few masters on Grindr and even scheduled meeting times. I’m so excited for them then… I bail. I’ve done it multiple times and I feel terrible. I really want to try to submit. It’s just so scary to commit to meeting up. How do I get over this and how do I best serve a master the first time we meet up?

Thanks!

Thank you for writing! 

Well, you’re definitely not alone in this, brother. Meeting a new potential Master can be intimidating, especially online when guys can pretend to be anything (which is why I don’t care for that method). 

But here’s the problem you’re facing: doing NOTHING leads to NOTHING, right? 

At some point we all must engage with our lives and make uncomfortable choices. Through those uncomfortable choices – let’s call them challenges instead – we learn and we grow. 

So really, the answer to this is really inside of you. Do you want to live a life in dreams, or do you want a dream life? 

If/when you decide to meet a Master, immediately kneel and kiss his feet. The Master will direct you from there most likely, but you want to make the first effort to show your submission to him.

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As a gay male who’s old enough to remember some of the darkness of the AIDS crisis in the ‘80s and the few heroes who fought it, I’m ashamed I’ve never heard the following story. Ruth Coker Burks should be heralded for her unselfish compassion and love in the face of horrible odds and even worse hatred and homophobia.

Ruth Coker Burks was just in her twenties when she found herself sitting at the bedside of a dying man with AIDS in a Little Rock hospital in the early 1980s, holding his hand because his family wouldn’t come. At a time when fear and ignorance about AIDS were rampant, when people thought you could catch it from a touch, she became the person who stayed. She wasn’t a nurse, or a doctor, or an activist with a microphone—she was just there, over and over again, when young men, often gay men estranged from their families, needed someone to look them in the eye as they died.

She used her family’s cemetery in Hot Springs, Arkansas, to bury over forty men with AIDS when funeral homes refused to handle the bodies and families wouldn’t claim them. She would often wrap the bodies herself, dig the graves with a friend or on her own, and offer a prayer. She marked their graves with simple bricks or PVC pipe crosses, making sure they had a place to rest that was tended, a place where someone remembered their names.

It wasn’t glamorous. She fought with funeral homes, doctors, and local politicians. She used her savings to buy medicine and groceries for men who had no one left to call, sitting with them while they took their last breaths. She navigated the fear that even medical staff felt around these men, sometimes having to bring them food herself in the hospital. She became family to men whose own parents would call her and demand she “let them die” alone. Instead, she stayed, holding their hands, reminding them they were not alone, that they were loved, even if it was by a stranger.

In a time when gay men were dying alone and being buried in garbage bags or cremated without ceremony, Ruth Coker Burks made sure they had a grave and a name. She became a mother figure, a sister, and a final comfort for so many men abandoned at the end, creating an island of dignity in a sea of fear and rejection. She offered what the world so often withheld from gay men during the AIDS crisis: care, respect, and the simple, holy act of being seen.

Ruth Coker Burks wrote a book titled “All The Young Men” about her experiences with these dying victims. It will be on my reading list.

Thanks to The AIDS Quilt page on Facebook for publishing this!

Destroyer Alpha types discover bullying at a young age (like most Alphas do), but without proper role models these ones become consumed by hate and bullying becomes their only means of navigating the adult world.

I know lots of faggots fetishize bullies. They crave their abuse. But ultimately bullies must be rejected. Because as Trump and his cast of ghoulish bullies are now proving, bullies only leave misery and destruction in their wake.