The Complete Transformation Of Master Alex
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!
Within the hierarchical movement there is a general focus on the fact that Alphas are dominant, worshiped, and served by faggots as almost slave-like properties.
But faggots are not like a car or a house or any other significant responsibility in an Alpha’s life. A faggot is a human being with feelings, hopes, desires, and dreams. True, those mostly revolve around its Owner, but still such tireless and constant devotion can touch its Master’s heart.
Sometimes, a Master even comes to love his faggot.
This is why I’ve always insisted that Alphas (straight or gay) who own faggots always become more powerful than their non-owning Alpha counterparts. It’s the engagement of emotions that causes a deepening appreciation within an Alpha of the true nature of his power.
The power of transformation.
This site has been a part of at least six weddings between Alphas and their personal faggots (a couple of them have been straight Alphas, too!), so I can speak with some authority on this. Every one of those Alphas I consider to be among the most powerful Alphas I’ve ever encountered, and much of that comes down to what they learned about themselves through owning and eventually marrying their faggots. They start to realize that their power transcends themselves and goes much deeper than simply telling a faggot to retrieve a beer or suck a dick. Instead, they’re tapping into the very power at the heart of the hierarchical framework, the essential building blocks of everything we are as a society led by males. It’s a heady but transformational moment for both the Alpha and his faggot!
I say all of that as a preface to the news Master Alex unloaded on me in the second part of his update: he married his personal faggot!
Here’s the story:
As I stated, much time has passed. And life has changed too. Recall the military faggot that I’ve made into my house-slave and fuck toy. His position has changed somewhat. That doesn’t mean he isn’t my faggot. But I have since married him and turned him into my husbitch. My military, butch, almost hypermasculine giant, is now my husband, my partner for life. His loyalty and worship of me has only gotten more intense, now filled with devotion and love. Our marriage was typical, except for the fact I had fucked and bred him just a couple hours before we signed the register. I could tell his wide cunt was desperately trying to clench my load before it wet his dress-pants, and his expression was still a bit dazed with that left-over bliss I fuck him into.
You may ask how it happened. Charles, I’ll say his name. In a moment of vulnerability, he learnt that one of his brother-in-arms had passed. This is a man who has withstood my hardest power-fucks, been used as my punching bag. Left broken, dazed, limp, spasming, blacked out after I am done with him. And has never once shed a tear. Charles broke down from learning about his comrade’s death. Crawled and sobbed into my feet, saying how much his friend mattered to him. This was my first time seeing him so vulnerable, such a massive and testosterone-filled man losing himself in grief. And something clicked in me. I pulled him into a hug, which I have never done, and let him cry out his emotions into my chest.
That was the start, faggot. I told Charles to take time for himself to let the grief pass. He refused, saying he took pride in being my permanent house-fag, and that no other fag knew how to please and serve me like he did. I pushed back, saying he was not clear-headed, and needed his own time. That he knew I could have another fag in a snap of some fingers to temporarily take over his roles. It wasn’t even a week when he returned, almost throwing himself at my feet, kissing them, worshipping my muscles even as another fag sucked my cock. Charles looked up at me, with the most clarity in his eyes I’ve seen, and said simply, “I’m yours.” Said that over the week as he attended the funeral and grieved, even through his emotions, he couldn’t stop thinking about me in his life, that he knew his worship and submission to me had grown more. That his place belonged with me, to me.
The fags that served me in that week served well, but there was something missing. I think over the years I’ve had Charles, a bond formed. This titan faggot had wormed his way into my heart, and clearly mine was dominating his whole heart. We talked for what was likely the first proper time as man to man, not as Alpha to faggot. Talked about our future together, how it would look like. He knew my dominance was not enough to be sated by him alone, and said it was only right I fuck and use other muscled holes. How my ownership of him would not change, that it even deepened. That night, I forgot how many times I fucked him. Bred him. Mounted him. I was uncontrolled for the first time in a long while. I remember standing over him with his stretched limp legs on either side of his body, his puffed cunt lips gaping, my cum flowing out. His body and face smothered in hickies and bite marks, layered with streaks of my cum, his mouth loose and eyes completely rolled up. My cock felt more giant and heavy than ever. Charles never looked more handsome to me. My own personal, bitched out, faggot husband. Mine.
There have been changes since my marriage in my perception of my Alphahood, and I think it’s only gotten more powerful. One example is that I am more aware of what exactly drives my faggots and sluts into a convulsive state of faggot bliss. I am still brutal, aggressive, however I feel that I am now dominating with much greater and sharper intent and purpose. My weapon of a cock has only felt even more mighty and overpowering, and my circle of muscled faggots have almost all said that they feel so much more better used, one even used the term ‘thunderous’. It makes me more proud of myself, that being married to my husbitch muscle slut is somehow still lifting my alphahood even higher. I still see myself as bi, as I still love to fuck girls when I can, but there’s so much more there when I’m fucking and crushing Charles within an inch of his life, and him still wanting more. I often dream of knocking him up, and wishing he could carry my sons like the bitch he truly is.
Charles is currently sliding his swollen lips up and down my cock, moaning and whimpering and stroking the few inches he’s not able to suck. It’s the perfect relaxed night here, with his gulping, slurping and gagging the background music to our life. We sometimes go on dates, and I always get a kick from people seeing us hold hands and more than likely assuming that he’s the one in control. I like to tease him about it too.
I want to know your thoughts on this, Sam. This transformation of not just my live-in faggot into my husbitch, but also my own transformation as an Alpha. Do you believe this is a path other Alphas should consider? Or do you think other Alphas would consider me marrying a faggot to be a weakness?
I’m so happy for Master Alex and his fag wife Charles!
This transformation truly reminds me of straight Master G marrying his longtime muscle fag Jamie, or straight Master Dino marrying his faithful fag wife Jamie. These were straight Alphas caught in the matrix of societal expectations, but they broke free through ownership of faggots and found a deeper power within themselves that they never knew existed.
Do I think this is a path other Alphas should consider? ABSOLUTELY! But will they?
Most of them won’t.
But that’s okay. There are ultimately very few God Alphas at the top, and it’s reserved for the deepest and most powerful Alphas to occupy! Master Alex continues to ascend thanks to his willingness to feel and grow and fully experience everything at his disposal!
If we are willing, there are infinite hierarchical experiences available to teach us about our truth!
Thank you, Master Alex, and congratulations!
yours,
sam the faggot
