Ethan Gets Whored Out!
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!
Thank you, Ethan!
