Last week an interview surfaced that has rocked the internet and the criminal Trump administration. Conducted by reporter LIsa Noelle Voldeng, the controversial interview uncovered the tragic childhood abuse of subject Sascha Riley. Sascha was trafficked by his adopted parents into the child sex ring of notorious child trafficker Jeffrey Epstein. There Sascha was used and abused by some (now) very powerful Men, including Donald Trump, Lindsey Graham, Jim Jordan, and many others.
The story Sascha plainly lays out in this long series of interviews is one of the ugliest I’ve ever heard. Sascha allegedly witnessed multiple murders of young girls at special fetish farms (one of which was just recently discovered with kids trapped in the kinds of places Sascha describes).
The most shocking and incendiary accusations involve Trump. Sascha claims that Trump wanted to find out what it would be like to kill someone, and Sascha was to be that kid, However, at the last minute it was decided that Trump would kill a litter of puppies, which he supposedly did in a variety of ways (like strangulation, neck-breaking, and drowning). This does fit with what most psychiatrists diagnose as Trump’s “malignant narcissism”.
Surely, the craziest story Sascha tells involves his last encounter with Trump. Supposedly Sascha was locked in a room with Trump and Trump wanted to get fucked by Sascha. As Trump laid on his stomach, Sascha took a tent pin, inserted it into Trump’s ass, and then kicked it in so hard that it permanently damaged Trump’s anus! Trump was airlifted to the nearest hospital (again, there are records of airlifts). Before dismissing this story, keep in mind that Trump has famously been incontinent for decades and has had to wear diapers ever since this happened in the early nineties.
If even just 10% of what Sascha says here is true, it’s beyond horrible.
So why am I posting this here? Not only am I doing my part to protect this information from censorship, but it also stands as an example of what happens when Destroyer Alphas get access to vast power and wealth. Those bullies in high school sometimes grow up to become sadistic, selfish, hateful, and downright evil. This is why I’m always trying to steer faggots away from Men like these, because you never can tell what kind of darkness lurks behind those cold, flat eyes.
I highly recommend that everyone listen to Sascha’s testimony. His story is of vital importance right now as all of our lives are in the hands of a person who is incapable of caring whether any of us live or die.
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been quite a while since I last heard from my brother Ethan, current owned faggot of a black God Alpha named King Karter (last update November 3, 2025). To catch up, Ethan is now one of three owned, “in-house” faggots of King Karter (and renamed #5). King Karter has been training Ethan to handle not only his giant dick, but also the dicks of his Alpha pack.
Part of the reason why King Karter loves owning white faggots is because his Alpha pack and other black friends love breeding white boys best. It’s all part of the BNWO mentality (although I don’t think King Karter is officially a part of that movement), subjugating one white faggot at a time as black Alphas assert their supremacy.
King Karter made it clear that Ethan was being groomed to become one of the fags he would whore out (literally for payments) to his friends and associates. I haven’t officially covered many of these kinds of scenarios before (I’ve talked to some), so what Ethan has to say about it is important.
And so over the last few months since I last heard from Ethan, he’s been whored out four times. Here’s what he had to say about it:
Happy New Year, Sam! I was going to email last week after you sent me this, but I have been very busy!
I am really sorry I haven’t emailed you back in a while. I was going ot email you after my first “date,” but I forgot, and then I got very busy with my classes last semester, my bar job, service to King Karter, the gym, and now dates. Since I last wrote to you, I have been on 4 dates. I will tell you a little bit about each of them.
On the first date, I was very nervous. King told me not to be nervous but to remember I represent him and his Kingdom. The first one was back in November. He gave me an address and told me to go there on Friday afternoon, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday. I left on Saturday night and Monday evening for work. It was Veterans Day weekend, so I didn’t have classes. King Karter didn’t tell me who my first date was with, so I went in kind of blind. He told me he won’t tell me most of the time, so I’d better get used to not knowing. I went up to an apartment, and King R opened the door. If you remember, King R is like best friends with King Karter from when they were kids. I was very relieved to see him and King L, there since I knew them. I walked in, and as soon as King R closed the door, I got on my knees and kissed his feet, thanking him for letting me into his house and letting me serve him and King L. He had me strip and first clean his apartment, even though it was already very clean to begin with. I think they just liked watching me work naked, at first I was a bit self-conscious with them just watching me, but after a while, when I saw their big dicks getting bigger and harder as I worked, I liked working around the apartment naked. I would bend over and show my ass to them a bit, almost like teasing them ; ) . Finally, he took me into his bedroom with King L. They had me do some dances for them, and then they got me on my knees, and I sucked them both off, going back and forth. We spent all Friday evening and night, me sucking and getting fucked by them. I offered to make them dinner, but King R wanted to have Pizza delivered. When the Door Dash guy came, King R had me go and get the pizza naked with my cadge on. I was freaking out when he gave me that order, I was scared the guy would like call the cops or something. To subdue me down, King L loaded me up with a ton, a ton of wed and poppers, so I would be ok with doing it. I could barely stand and walk straight, but I did it. The man (whom I was so relieved was not a female) was staring at me wide-eyed and didn’t say anything at first. I took the Pizzas and told him thank you, sir. and quickly closed the door. While King R and King L sat on the couch eating their pizza, I sat on the floor eating it out of a dog dish with my hands behind my back. After that, they had me suck them, and they fucked me both in the living room. and then back in the bedroom. I slept on the floor of their bedroom all of the nights. I woke up early Saturday and didn’t really sleep well that night. I was thinking they would need me for something at night, so I was awake for most of it. In the morning, I went to make some breakfast for them before they got up. They didn’t really say to, but I did it anyway. I made some eggs, some turkey bacon, bagels and some fruit which they had in the fridge. Both were very impressed. I made it all before they woke up. I was happy they were pleased since they never asked me to do it. I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing in just assuming to make it. So it was basically like that for most of the days, a combination of me doing some tasks like laundry, cooking, and cleaning, and sex for all 4 days. The only time I left was when I had to go to work at the bar. King told them the hours I would be gone. I had to drive straight there and straight back with no detours, because I was new to the job and could not get the days off since it was a holiday week. It was very busy in the bar. They did want to DP me and did 4 times. They said they were looking forward to it. I know King R wanted to do it from the first time he saw me. The first time, Friday night, I could take it with a lot of poppers and weed, a bit longer than I did at the party. And by the 4th time that weekend, they could stay in as long as they wanted. I was so open by then, my pussy was like taking two at the same time, like just one cock. They told King Karter before I got back to his place, and he said he was proud I kept at it, and kept taking it even though it didn’t feel great at first. I was relieved my first date was with those Kings. I know it helped a lot to ease my anxiety.
On the other dates, on the 2nd was I went to a house, which was for a black King. It was for that same black King who kept commenting on my PWA at the party, on how “King would make a lot of money on it.” This one was a bit harder because I didn’t really know him. He had me wear long white and black socks that went almost up to my knees, and my cadge and a backwards ball cap, on the socks, one said “White”, the other sock said “Bitch” up the legs, and the hat said “FAG” in big black letters. in the front and the back. and a cut off shirt, it was cut off just above my nipples, and on that it said “White Faggot” that was white with black letters. He sat naked, stroking his huge black dick, I mean it was probably about 8- 9 inchs and pretty thick, almost like a beer can thick. I was on my knees, had to huff poppers and kiss his balls, looking up to him under his balls and thick dick, and he had me repeat a few mantras. like “I am faggot”, “I need black cock to survive,” “I am an inferior to black Kings,” a few others, he had me worship and sniff his balls and crotch as I kept saying things like that. He spat in my face and slapped my face with his hand and with his cock. It was pretty thick and heavy. I kept thanking him for letting me serve him. It was an honour to be at his dick. He face fucked my mouth for a while, and then he had me lie on the floor while he walked all over me, and stood on my face with his huge feet. He had huge feet with long, thin toes. He liked to walk on me like a doormat, wiping his feet on my body and face. King Karter later told me he was really big into feet worship. He stood on my face and batted it around like a ball, while I lay flat on my back looking up at him. He made me suck his toes and fucked my mouth with his big toe mostly and with the rest of his foot for some time. I lay on the floor while he sat on his chair, my face under his feet. He had me give him a pedicure as I do with King Karter, but he wanted me to do more massaging with my hands and my tongue on the soles of his feet. He also loved it when he had me eat his toenails (that still really grosses me out). He fed them to me, and I had to thank him for every nail, thanking him for the great opportunity it was to eat them. Unlike King Karter, that watchs us just eat them on our own. I know I didn’t like the foot thing at first, and I still don’t think I love it like most Faggots, like you Sam, (I know you like you some good Feet) But I think I am liking them more, I do like the degrading part, the part that I am under them, and below them, like when he was walking on my body and face, and using me to whipe his feet off that part I’m liking more, then the actual part of the man’s body. (Still don’t like eating the toenails though) He was so hard, he then fucked my face hard, slapping it on my face, gagging me a lot, and slapping his hand on my face too. He shot a huge, thick load and painted my face and made me lick it up, scoping it all back in my mouth. After that, he had me get between his thighs and had me tell him that I was so thirsty, I had to beg him to take a leak in my mouth, to be his urinal. So he took me to the bathroom. I sat in the tub, and he soaked me with his (Endless) stream of piss. I mean, he must have been saving it up all day. He was like the Niagara Falls, just kept coming and coming. I drank a lot of it, and he “washed me” in the rest. After he was finally done, he slapped my face a bunch of times, telling me I’m a piece of shit, I made a mess, and now I had to clean it up. He had me take off the piss-wet shirt, hat, and socks and suck all the piss I could out of them, put the socks and hat back on, and took me to the bedroom to fuck me for hours. He came like 3 more times. one more in my mouth and face, and two in my fag pussy. I wore the piss-stained socks and hat the whole time I was there. He pissed on me two more times, but it was not as much as the first one. The next day, he had me wear all of it and the shirt back to King Karter’s house, and King Karter (after the debrief) had me wear the socks all day, even when I went to a class. I don’t think people noticed it smelled of piss, but I tried to avoid most people, like sitting in the back of the room. I am just glad he didn’t have me wear the hat and shirt, too. After each date, I go back to King Karter’s place and give him a debriefing on how it went, what I did to serve the Kings, and how I was feeling about it all. Most of the time, this turns him on, and he makes me suck him off, or he fucks me after or while I’m telling him.
Oh, I did forget to tell you I did move into the 1 bedroom Apartment with #3. My parents are “kind of” Ok with it. My mom kind of thinks #3, and I are like a “thing”, because I told her I was gay, and it was a 1-bedroom. My dad doesn’t really know it’s a one-bedroom. But he won’t come down and see it anyway, so it’s not a big deal. We trade off, I get the bedroom on Mon, Wed, Sat. He gets it Tues, Thurs, Sunday, and we switch up on Fridays. Unless we have dates, we will switch days. Like I had a date two Sundays ago, and so I gave him my Saturday. It is working out pretty well; he is so used to sleeping on the floor or King Karters’ place, and on other dates, he is fine with the big, comfortable couch. I am still getting used to it.
The other 2 dates were in the apartment; those dates are pretty much just Suck and Fuck. Sometimes they will spend the night. #3 hadn’t had an apartment of his own without roommates before, so it was hard for them to come over; now they come over and stay the night a lot more often. He is getting a lot more dates than I am because my schedule is so wrecked right now. The third date was just me in the bedroom with this king, and #3 serviced another King in the living room; they did not come together. The 4th was supposed to be just me at first, but at the last minute asked King Karter to have both me and 3 at the same time since we were in the same apartment, and he used us both.
I will try to give you some more updates more regularly. Sorry, I had planned on emailing you in December over the break, but I was busy with my family going back and forth from Texas to California, where my mom is, to Indiana, where my dad is, and then back here to Texas.
Also, I wanted to ask you some advice on serving Black Alphas. I know you have a lot of experience serving them. How are they different than white alphas, and some pioneers or Ideas on how I can make my dates better, like things I can say or do? Since I have not really serviced White men a lot, other than on Grinder, and that was not really service, like I have been doing, those were just more like BJs. I have noticed Black Alphas are much, much more verbal, and they like to degrade faggots a lot more. Is that true? Is there anything else you would advise? Thanks, Sam!
Happy New Year!
Love,
Ethan, #5
Wow, that’s a huge and thrilling update! Those experiences pack a lot of unusual faggot service into just a couple of months!
I wasn’t really surprised that King R and King L were the first to take Ethan for a spin. From the previous updates it was clear that King R in particular loved using Ethan (with King Karter’s supervision) and would be back for more. I was quite surprised that they got Ethan for an entire weekend, and at first my heart kinda dropped because I know well the intensity of serving black Alphas. It can be exhausting for ONE day, let alone three! And on top of that, there were TWO BLACK ALPHAS at the same time! I’m surprised Ethan was able to remain conscious!
Also, huge props to Ethan for getting up (despite no sleep on the floor) and making both Kings a hearty breakfast! It sounds like they were quite impressed by this (which reflects well on King Karter), and is a move often overlooked by faggots!
The second black Alpha was really intriguing to me. He went really far with faggot humiliation techniques (like the clothing, and the repeated demands for verbal admissions) as well as rigorous physical use. The piss play was especially intense (more so than what is typical), and the foot worship was also next-level. I’ve eaten toenails before (it’s not something I’ve talked about much here), so Ethan’s experience brought that back to my mind. From a faggot perspective, I think it’s pretty hot (I only did it with one of my Masters), but it’s not something high on my list of interests. I was glad Ethan was made to do it, though. Honestly, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a black Alpha enjoying that much foot service/worship. In my experience, black Alphas have a weird love/hate relationship with their feet. However, they all know what their feet do to faggots.
I’m glad Ethan has a place with King Karter’s faggot #3. It’s important when being used this roughly to have a faggot serving beside you that can help you cope! I just wish they would get a bit bigger place!
Ethan asked for my advice on black Alphas. Yes, brother, black Alphas are much more aggressive and dominant. They simply fear nothing and are almost entirely composed of animal instinct. You can always count on a black Alpha to rearrange you or force you into the position he wants without asking, and they will always push you beyond what you think can handle. This comes with the territory of having huge dicks, I suppose. I’ve never been OWNED by a black Alpha (black Alphas in my part of the world don’t seem interested in having that much responsibility, unfortunately), but in serving so many I’ve learned that they switch things up instinctively, so a faggot always needs to be ready to shift gears on the fly. Black Alphas love to see faggots choke and slobber on their cocks; the messier, the better. And black Alphas love nasty buttfucking. They love seeing faggots creaming on their dicks (which is actually a bacterial coating from inside the faggot generated from being fucked so deeply). I’ve always used less eye contact while serving black Alphas (unless they order me to look at them) because, like any great predatorial animal you might encounter, the less you look them in the eyes the less they will want to attack.
I’m so proud of my brother Ethan for submitting so deeply to the commands of his Master, King Karter! He’s doing any amazing job! Many faggots would’ve probably run from such an overwhelming challenge, but Ethan stepped up in an incredible way!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of Felipe, a faggot from Brazil who is helping an Alpha friend raise his young Alpha son. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
[Since there is some unwarranted controversy surrounding this thread, I’m leaving this editorial warning. This post mentions 14-year-olds having sex, which is legal in the country of Brazil (the place of origin of the events). That said, this post is NOT about kids, but rather the adults in charge of the kids. There is NOTHING illegal or exploitative about this post. But if you’re too delicate to handle it, I suggest you STOP READING IT NOW and move on. ~ sam the faggot]
In the stunning first post about the complex (and apparently controversial) situation of a Brazilian faggot named Felipe, his long-term Alpha friend Vinicius, and Alpha Vinicius’s 14-year-old son Marcos, we discovered that Marcos had been groomed to fuck both females and sub males by a 16-year-old kid who lives in his apartment complex. And then we found out that 16-year-old was taught that by his father, a straight Alpha who has owned and used faggots for much of his life.
WHEW!
Alpha Vinicius confronted this neighbor Alpha about his son influencing young Marcos, but instead of an angry argument the two Alphas recognized the hierarchical truth developing in their respective households. The two Alpha fathers reached a kind of truce in how they would approach the development of their Alpha sons.
But the neighbor Alpha also found out about Felipe and his involvement in this story. And he was, let’s say, intrigued.
So much so that I received this excited series of messages from Felipe yesterday:
Sam, WILD update. The other Alpha dad bred me today. I’m still weak in the knees. Crazy, CRAZY Sunday!
Last night Vinicius called me out of the blue saying we were going for a run this morning. I tried to ask follow up questions – because that’s something we haven’t done for years (he used to kinda recruit me to work out or do CrossFit classes in the past) and he just said “you need to get back into shape, dude.”
So sure enough, he was here to pick me up for a run around 6:30 am. It was dreadful… I was dying on the 1st K already. He wasn’t very chatty, he had his headphones on and the only times he really spoke more with me was to call me out to pick up my rhythm. We stopped running after 5k and my heart was literally racing, I was having trouble taking a breath… I was a complete mess! He took me to get some coconut water to cool down and we started chatting.
He said he read the articles I sent him and that was one of the reasons he got me to do his laundry the other day. He said he won’t use me sexuality, not even a blowjob and that if I were thinking it might happen I shouldn’t be holding my breath about it. It’s just not gonna happen. But he likes the idea of having me doing other chores for him as long as we kept it on the down low. I just said “Yes, sir” and he smiled. Then he told me 2 shirts weren’t his, they belong to that other dad and his son and that giving me this specific chore was an idea of this other dad. He told me his name is “Flávio”, that he wanted to meet me and asked if I was ok with him giving him my number. I told him “yes, sir” and he pulled up his phone, sent him my number and called him. When Flavio picked up he put him on the speaker and said “I’m with Felipe right here… He said he’ll do it, I already sent you his number.” To which Flavio said something like “great, bro! I’m dying to know who this new meat is” and Vinicius interrupted him saying “you better know what you’re doing, I don’t want him to complain about you” – I think he was worried about me getting hurt or something. He hung up and told me he didn’t wanna know anything about Flavio and me UNLESS if I feel threatened at the very slightest. I said yes sir and he suddenly changed subject and we started chatting like nothing had happened.
I got a call around 2 pm. It was Flavio asking if I was free. Told him I was, he asked me my apartment’s number and said “I’m going in right now”. 10 minutes after that, he was at my door.
Sam, he’s very handsome. He’s one of the guys on that picture I sent you. He was VERY calm. Told me that Vinicius told him all about me, the chat we had, that it was his idea to have him handing me all those shirts to hand wash and that he added a shirt of his and his son in the bunch to test me. Told me I did a great job and that unlike Vinicius, he likes using “Viadinhos” (faggots in Portuguese) and that his wife was at her mother’s for the afternoon. He asked me if I wanted to serve him, I said yes and he ordered me to ask out loud to serve him. And to call him sir. As soon as I said “I wanna serve you, sir!” He changed COMPLETELY!
From that moment on he was completely different guy than the one who walked in my apartment 10 minutes before. He pulled his dick out, got me choking on it as he finished taking off his clothes. He hold my head against his crotch and said “tell me you’re a fag” and I tried. He laughed and said “Vinicius has NO IDEA what his missing! Can’t believe he hides a fag from me all this time… I wouldn’t imagine it seeing you around the building!”
He liked it rough. Got me on all fours with his underwear in my mouth and started spanking my ass until his handprint were on my cheeks. I endured it for as long as I could. His hands are HEAVY. It didn’t last long, maybe 10 minutes, but he stopped when I was about to tap out – I guess he saw I was at my limit. Asked me if I had lube, I went to get it with his underwear still in my mouth, he got me on my back, told me to hold my legs up, lubed my hole and he just put it in. I wanted to scream, he told me to push my asshole out and muffled my mouth with his underwear still there. He didn’t hold it back and he pounded me like a dog in heat. I had tears in my eyes but didn’t ask to stop. After a while he took his underwear out of my mouth and asked me “what are you?”, I said I’m a faggot, he said “where do you want my cum?” And I used your strategy and said that I wanted his load to get me pregnant. HE. WENT. NUTS! He started pounding me even harder, he slapped my face and said “I’m gonna get you pregnant, but I won’t raise this baby!” And things like that. He bred me. I thanked him.
Sam, he was BRUTAL, but after he got me pregnant he laid on the bed, told me to rest my head on his chest and he held me. Told me it was alright. That I was very good and he was impressed. He even said he loved that I didn’t touch my little baby dick (his words) even once, that the other fags he fucks aren’t like this and once again said Vinicius doesn’t know what he’s missing with a fag like me by his side all these years.
Then we started talking. He told me a bit about his son, that he taught him about fags when he was 14 after he saw him with some guy he didn’t know in his car on the parking lot. But didn’t get into details… But he said he might introduce me to him because he’s not fond of his son fucking fags from here that everyone knows from a mile they are fags, he would rather his son have a fag available within walking distance that wouldn’t raise questions if he’s seen with them around the building. And I’m just that type.
He told me to suck him again and he came in my mouth. Than said “let’s get a shower” and we went to the bathroom. He closed the shower and told me it was gonna be a different one and made me sit in the floor. Then he started pissing on me while saying “It was GREAT, fag. I’m very impressed by it. You took it like a champ! I’m definitely coming back to use that hole some more, ok?” And I said “yes sir! I loved it too!”
He finished pissed. He opened the cold shower, he laughed and left the bathroom. When I was done he had already left.
My hole is still sore. My ass cheeks are still burning.
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!
What an experience!
I honestly didn’t see that coming at all (neither did Felipe!), but it’s not surprising. You see so many straight Alphas every day, but you don’t really know what kinds of secrets they carry or down-low lives they lead outside of prying eyes. It may seem like a depraved way to conduct an Alpha life, fucking females and faggots alike, until you remember the main reason they do it: POWER!
Master Flavio knows the thrill and pleasure of faggot-induced power!
It’s very clear Master Flavio has a lot of experience with owning and using faggots. He really put Felipe through his paces, ticking off virtually every major training method in order to completely claim and overwhelm Felipe. Now he’ll be able to use Felipe however he sees fit.
I thought what Master Flavio said about training his son is significant. Like any Alpha father, Master Flavio wants to give his son the truth of his Alpha heritage and the training he needs to maximize his power. This entire story revolves around the power and wisdom of Alpha mentorship. Whether it’s Alpha Vinicius mentoring his son, or Master Flavio mentoring Alpha Vinicius, or the neighbor son mentoring Marcos … all of these decisions hinged on the truth of hierarchy and the Alpha leadership of it.
But it was all set in motion through the love and loyalty of an amazing faggot, my brother Felipe!
Hi Sam, listen have you heard about this new show? I started watching it at the bar with some straight friends and everyone was all for it but then I have some friends who’ve been asking me questions afterwards like you know is it just like that when you fuck a guy, is it just like that when you suck a dick and I tell them no but it’s a good imitation in a way. I got shut off by a straight guy in a club. Didn’t even know him all he saw was me stroking it and he crawled over and he sucked it.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic my question is do you think this is now starting to make straight guys realize that having sex with a gay guy is a lot more fun or are they just really curious?
Thanks for the question!
I think we are seeing an tidal shift in how straight Men react to and interact with homosexuality and their own lustful interests in it. To straight Men it appears that “the gays” have the kind of primal, unrestrained sex that most of them cannot get with women. In fact, I think that has always been the motivator for straight Men to seek out and use faggots.
But the tidal shift has become more pronounced thanks to the internet and the proliferation of sites like this one. It’s spread like a virus, altering every form of media. The latest sensational manifestation of this is the new gay porn series “Heated Rivalry” (and yeah, we might as well call it porn). I’ve been shocked at the number of straight guys watching the show and commenting on it. Hell, it was even featured on Saturday Night Live last weekend.
I think we’re going to see more and more straight Men (particularly young Men) seeking out some sort of side thing with gays and faggots going forward.
