Alpha: “Where does that dick belong?”

Faggot: “It belongs in me, Sir.”

It’s riveting to watch two Alphas training a faggot to not only serve, but to serve with acceptance of its truth.

That’s where Alphas really gain control over the entirety of their fags! #HierarchyIsLaw

In my last podcast I discussed the startling true story of Master Andrés, a completely straight Alpha who has taken on a live-in faggot for sexual and domestic service much like Masters Matt, Jin, and Kyler and others have done. During the podcast, I used that story as a jumping-off point to discuss how important it is for faggots to take the initiative and risk to offer themselves to straight Alphas.

I received some interesting feedback from that story and podcast, but I received one comment in particular that didn’t necessarily have a great ending, but contained a valuable life lesson. Here’s what a faggot named Sergio said:

I really resonated with the end of this episode. I was a beta bitch to my Straight Alpha friend for many years, driving him around, buying his drinks at the bar, putting his needs first. I’ll never forget the day I got down on my knees and really offered him service. I came out of the fag closet and let him know I was his to use and abuse. He laughed. He told me to stop playing. I told him I was serious. He told me he wasn’t interested, he wasn’t gay, and he just wanted to be friends. I told him I knew he wasn’t gay. He declined my worship nonetheless. 

We went back to the way things had been, him taking the lead and me following his subtle orders, but things quickly changed. I was serving as his foot stool, kissing his feet and drinking his piss straight from the tap within a few months of the first time I got down on my knees and let him know I was a faggot who lived to serve him and men like him. He wasn’t a violent Alpha, but from time to time he kicked me in my balls and laughed while I was on the floor screaming in pain. Whether it was worshipping his feet, drinking his piss, smelling his farts, serving as his footstool or ball torture, I always thanked him profusely for allowing me to serve. He’d just laugh and call me a fag. 

It never became full sexual service, although I was almost always rock hard when serving him, but I was a happy fag driving my Alpha friend around, buying his drinks and serving as his comfort and his entertainment, and it all happened because I had the courage to offer him the service he deserved.

Bravo to Sergio for showing the courage to offer service to this Alpha, but even more props to him for continuing to service selflessly even after the Alpha rejected his greater, more intimate offer of service. The Alpha knocked him down, but Sergio recognized that the Alpha still deserved loyal service and worship! That’s the correct viewpoint!

This is what it takes: courage, humility, and resilience!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of Master Andrés, a straight Alpha from Argentina who discovered faggot worship and ownership through the encouragement of his girlfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When a straight Alpha takes ownership of a faggot, there are certain stages involved in his acceptance of this new possession and what it can do. At first, the Alpha is thrilled that he can even own a faggot and that the faggot itself is so obedient and comfortable in its role as servant.

But after the initial excitement wears off, the really long-term aspects of faggot ownership sink in. The straight Alpha begins to appreciate that his faggot will simply serve and obey him at a high level every day, and that there is almost no limit on what a faggot will do for its owner.

It’s this level of appreciation for the ownership of faggots that lifts an Alpha to new heights. The Alpha discovers true power, the likes of which he never could’ve imagined.

Master Andrés is at that stage of ownership development with his live-in faggot. And, curiously enough, that deeper appreciation for his faggot comes from how his faggot serves his wife.

Hello faggot Sam and readers, this is Master Andrés again. I know you’re used to stories of faggots serving God Alpha Kings like me but in my household things are getting quite peculiar. I’m the owner of the house and my word is the law here. However, the woman who sleeps by my side is not my property like the faggot in the other room. She’s my beloved wife and if I’m the King she’s the queen of this house. That’s why she doesn’t serve me neither domestically nor sexually (and I think she would never be able to). Our sex is always respectful and full of love. But the boy is totally different. It is impressive how he lives to serve me.

My wife is in her period. So she’s in a very bad mood and having terrible colic. When it happens, she tells me to unload in the fagpussy and let her rest. That time her period is way worse and she is real pain. I agree with my brothers protector alphas I read on this website, a true God Alpha must take care of others. So I wouldn’t let my queen in pain. While she was in our bedroom resting, I told the faggot that I would get some chocolates and medicine for her. And guess what: the fag said that a Master like shouldn’t bother with this. He went out and bought medicine, chocolate and her favorite flowers, he gave them to me for me to pretend I had bought them. The fag also bought me some beers and great food for my lunch while I waited at home watching tv.

Since he moved in, the faggot has already served me thousands of times but that was the first time that he served my wife too. I kissed my wife forehead, let her sleep and close our bedroom’s door. When I went back to the living room, the faggot had served my lunch with great wine and was waiting for me to eat. I asked him if he wanted to have lunch too and my loyal faggot said that he would only eat a salad and some fruits because he wanted to be ready for me (we all know what he meant lol)

I admit that I wasn’t in a sexual mood because the only thing I could think about was my wife’s health and wellness. Thankfully, the faggot is a professional nurse so he’s the best person to take care of my wife’s health and mine. He told me not to worry because that was normal and she would feel better soon, she just needed to sleep. I just said “thank you” and he answered that I didn’t need to thank, his duty was to “serve the couple”. For the very first time he referred to both of us in his service. Then he said that “a queen is below the power of the king but the faggot is always below the queen”. 

I think he noticed that I was more relaxed after we talked, so he took my plate and the empty glass of wine to do the dishes. After everything was clean, he came back to the living room, where I was watching tv and fetched me a beer. My fag loves all the stories on FWA, his favorite Alpha is definitely Master Matt but he read all the others too. (He loves to follow Bruno and his faggot Giovanni and he showed me some days ago the story where Bruno refers to Gio as a cherry and a strawberry). So he told me that a big Man like me should have some dessert and that he would prepare some strawberries with cream for me. I didn’t understand what he meant at first because there were no strawberries in the fridge. But when he went to the bedroom instead of the kitchen I realized which strawberry I was going to eat.

Brian (the faggot) came back five minutes later wearing lingerie and holding in his hands the little bottle of lube. He approached me, showed his sexy ass in the lingerie and asked me if I wanted to have some. “It’s all yours, Sir”. No need to say that I got rock hard. I put the fag on his knees and pull my dick out. He gave me great head (with all due respect to my wife, it’s impossible to compare, the fag is a pro). I didn’t even need to move, I was a King in my throne. Brian lubed my cock and his pussy and asked permission to ride me. 

I pounded his tight pussy while he rode my hard cock. My hand was on his mouth because I didn’t want my fag to wake up my wife. After 30 minutes alternating between soft and hard fuck I said that I wanted to feed him. I put the fag on his knees again and shot a thick load in his mouth, he swallowed every drop. The fag kissed my balls after I came and said “thank you so much, Master”

Hierarchy is still a mystery for me, Sam. It is as if the fag wants to serve both of us. He will probably read this letter on FWA so I want him to know I’m very proud of him. He not only took care of my wife but also made me shoot a huge load and relax. That was all I needed. His blowjob is much better than my wife’s and his pussy is much tighter. He swallows my cum, which my wife never does, and obeys everything I tell him to do. In other words, I have the perfect life of a straight man with my beautiful wife but all the things she cannot offer me I find in my faggot.

Brian, the faggot of Master Andrés, is exceptional and performing beautifully. This is exactly the way a faggot should serve and worship an Alpha, but in particular as a line-in faggot to a straight, married Alpha. We see multiple ways Brian solved crucial problems Master Andrés had, going above and beyond in a few instances (like the flowers) in order to make his Master look better.

And Brian seductively offering his throat and pussy to his Master for sexual relief was sexy and unobtrusive, truly a wonderful approach. As Master Andrés said, he felt like a fucking King because of the service of his faggot. That’s literally all any faggot wants for its owner.

That final paragraph really summed up nicely why straight Alphas not only SHOULD own faggots, but probably NEED to own them. Faggots give straight Alphas the things they want that their wives can’t or won’t give them. At the top of that list is WORSHIP. Straight Alphas want to be worshiped, and they can have that through the ownership of faggots.

As Master Andrés has noted, he can fuck his faggot and still be straight. It hasn’t changed anything about his Manhood or concept of his Alphahood, only enhanced it. That’s a huge realization for a straight Alpha, and it’s one reserved only for the truly dominant, courageous leaders who bow to no pressure and live lives on their own terms.

Hierarchy really isn’t difficult to understand. It is the elevation and worship of our greatest Men. Hierarchy is the most natural concept in our world, and the Alpha/faggot dynamic at its heart is fundamental to Manhood. Straight Alphas like Master Andrés deserve to own faggots as part of their everyday life. A King like him can have his Queen beside him and his faggot at his feet. It is the Royal Court of an Alpha’s perfect life!

It’s just the way Nature intended!

I don’t know why so many faggots refuse to serve Alphas domestically. In some ways I think it’s even superior to sexual service. When serving domestically, a faggot experiences the joy of completely selfless service. After all, there’s no sex to please the faggot’s carnal desires. It’s all about being a utility in the life of a superior Man.

Hi there. I hope I’m not asking questions that have been answered elsewhere. I’m a 29 year old fag who is married to a great guy who treats me well. We met when we were 19, so we’ve been together a very long time, and we love each other a lot. However, I’ve always had this feeling that something is missing in our relationship. I’ve always wanted to be dominated, to be subservient, to hand over control and decisions to someone. I thought it was just a kink, that I was a submissive bottom, and that my husband dominating me in the bedroom once in a while would satisfy those desires. My husband, an enthusiastic top, and even a little dominant, happily obliged. But always at my urging. And always stopping just short of where I wanted him to go, always cautious and never pushing my limits. He bought me a chastity cage, but he doesn’t order me to wear it and doesn’t hold me accountable when I fail to, so I’m essentially self-locked. And the domination always stops when we leave the bedroom. Over the years it has become clear to me that my husband is definitely kinky, and willing to explore my sexual fantasies, but at the end of the day will always view me as an equal. But I’ve also come to the realization that I am a faggot at heart. I don’t want to be equal. I want to be made to submit, to be told when and how to serve, to make a superior Alpha man happy with my submission. I’ve talked to my husband about this. We’ve had an open relationship since the beginning, and he’s been willing to let me explore these feelings both with him and other men. It’s been difficult though. My husband continues to wait for me to ask to be dominated before taking control. I’ve had a couple encounters with Alpha men who have used me, and those experiences have been incredible and I crave more. But I feel limited in how well and often I can serve due to my relationship, and thus somewhat unfulfilled. I know I could be a good faggot if simply allowed to. I don’t want to be a faggot just occasionally on the weekends. I want to grow into my potential.  I guess I’m looking for advice. How can I explain to my husband that this is more than just a kink? Is it possible that by treating my man more like an Alpha, he may grow into the role? Or that I might find an Alpha or Alphas who can fit into our existing relationship dynamic? I love my husband and I want to be with him. But I know I won’t be truly happy if I don’t become the best faggot I can be. Thank you for reading. I’ll appreciate hearing any thoughts you might have on this. <3

This is a VERY common issue with gay couples. It’s a frustrating one because the established relationship (and the roles in it) acts as another barrier to fulfillment for whichever member needs something different, 
 
Fortunately, a faggot can appeal to a Top much easier than an Alpha might appeal to a bottom, if that makes any sense. As you’ve said, your Top boyfriend has already expressed some amount of dominance toward you. The chastity cage raised my eyebrows, too. So clearly, your Top boyfriend has some interests in dominating you. 
 
However, I think he’s pulling back on it because he thinks of this as a “kink” instead of a very real need you have to serve. This is also a very common problem with Tops – they cannot wrap their minds around the fact that their bottom actually needs to be OWNED and USED like property. But that is exactly what faggots crave, and why we are born. 
 
You need to break through to your boyfriend. I mean seriously, start calling him “Sir” all the time, start sitting at his feet, stop eating at the table with him, ask his permission when you leave the room, start serving him all the time on every occasion. He doesn’t open his own doors anymore, etc. Really lean into being his FAGGOT in all aspects, and see how he reacts. This will either trigger his Alpha instincts (if he has them), or it will upset him. At least then you’ll know. 

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You know, I’ve taught a lot of things about Hierarchy over the last ten years, and I get a lot of shit for some of the things I insist are true. Occasionally someone will come up with an argument that forces me to reassess how I view things, but there are some ideas I will never abandon.

Here’s one of them: straight Alphas fuck, breed, own, and use faggots, and doing so doesn’t make them gay. It only makes them more powerful.  

The truth of that precept is lodged more firmly inside me than a rapidly-swelling dick. I will never admit otherwise because that would mean I’m lying. And I’m not a liar.

I know this is true because I know Hierarchy. Also, I’ve served as first faggot to multiple straight Alphas, and I’ve even been owned by a few of them. I know this because I have countless true stories from straight Alphas who have come to know and treasure the worship and service of faggots peppered throughout this website.

And guess what? I have another.

The story that Master J.A. dropped into my inbox the other day couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a brick in a pillowcase swung at my head. Master J.A. is a Latin American Apex Alpha with a gay Apex Alpha younger brother. They’re around 40 years old now. Although extremely close, their lives took drastically different paths. Master J.A. took the more traditional route, getting married and having kids, while his brother took the Hierarchical path.

One of the two brothers eventually regretted their choice. Wanna guess which one?

Master J.A. poured his soul into this long letter, but I beg of all Alphas to please carefully read and meditate on the lessons enumerated here!

Hello Sam, I have been reading your website for a couple of weeks now. I will tell you a story because I guess you’re gonna enjoy to have one more real example of how Hierarchy works.

I am 40 years old. My whole family moved from Latin America to California 20 years ago. I was 20 and my little brother was 17. We have always been best friends and I took care of him since he was born. But it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t need any kind of protection. We were both Alphas. I didn’t know this expression but it was clear that both he and I had been born to rule the world. It was even easier to notice that when we left our country and came to America, where we could express our sexual desires with much more freedom. I started to fuck girls at age 15 and haven’t stopped since then. My brother did the same thing and seemed to enjoy it too. One day, however, in a party when he was 18/19 he drank too much and let a guy suck his cock. Since we have always been best friend and had no secrets, he told me what happened next morning, regretting the terrible hangover but saying that he “kinda like it”. 

I would never judge my little brother but I didn’t expect that at all. Both of us had always been the powerful “Machos” of the family. I told him that I would love him anyway, even if he was a “faggot”. 20 years ago, I used this word (maricon in Spanish) just to mock him, neither of us had an idea about this whole hierarchy thing. Well, he embraced this “faggot” side but he didn’t want to suck any dick, he just enjoyed the blowjob that the boys in our town gave to him. Today I understand that my brother wasn’t a faggot at all, he was just using those who were there to serve him.

He “officially” came out as a gay man when we both moved from our parents’ house and moved together to San Francisco, a good spot to come out. You can only imagine the things he would do in Castro. That was the beginning of the 2000s we were young, full of energy and, most importantly, full of cum. He didn’t want anything with girls anymore but he had big balls to unload. We were brothers, best friends, and housemates, so I took hundreds of girls to my room while he would bring hundreds of faggots to his room and some non-fag bottoms too. Sometimes I could hear him fucking in the other room while I was breeding a girl in my bed.

For sure, that was the best moment of my life and I felt like a fucking King sharing that apartment in SF with my brother. Everything changed when I had the crazy idea of getting married in 2008. My brother told me that I would never stand to fuck only one pussy forever but, unfortunately, I had in my mind this rooted idea that a real Man must have a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and pursue the “American dream”. Well, I got married and there’s no need to say that, even though I loved my wife, it felt like jail. She was jealous as fuck and I couldn’t even like other women’s photos on social media.

I don’t even know how many times I needed to use my fleshlight in the bathroom to jerk off because she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And believe it or not, she was jealous of the fleshlight so I needed to keep it hidden. So while I was hidden fucking a plastic pussy in the shower my brother had the life I should be having. Since I had moved to live with my wife, he needed to find a new roommate to split the rent. He had the brilliant idea to put a faggot in the other room! So he not only fucked hundreds of nice tight boys but he also had a live-in faggot right next door to unload whenever he wanted to. He had full-time service and all the holes he could fill up. I had an annnoying wife that would let me have sex twice a week.

It took me a huge effort to keep that marriage but in 2011 the best thing happened in my life: she got pregnant and gave me my beloved son. Suddenly, all the problems I had been facing disappeared because I could only think about being the greatest father of all times. But I am still a big strong Alpha, I had my needs… I’m not proud at all of doing this, but I started cheating on my wife after 5 years. It took me half a decade to give up on that fake “traditional family” dream. My kid was a little baby and still my main priority in life, but I could not stand anymore. Besides, after my son was born my wife basically stopped to have sex at all. I was using the fleshlight every night. 

I found three nice girls and started fucking them. I was hot and young, it wasn’t that hard to find nice women to have sex with. I kept my three sexy lovers for a while but one day my wife suspected that something was wrong and told me something I will never forget: she said that if cheated on her I would be “stabbing” not only her back but also my son because I’d destroy our whole family and she wouldn’t allow me to see my kid anymore. Nothing is more important on Earth than my son and I just gave up on my three other women to be in that cage she called a marriage.

My son grew up and from 2011 to 2019 I basically lived as a caged lion. I focused all energy on work and family. I made a lot of money, bought a bigger house and provided my son and wife with everything they needed. Meanwhile, I talked to my brother everyday, he is and will always be my best friend. He had spent all those years in the very same apartment, fucking hundreds – maybe thousands – of faggots. In 2019, we were both in our 30s and one day I asked him when he would settle down and find a husband to build a family. He simply said that I was his family and his boys were his family too (he didn’t use the word faggot back then). He had sex multiple times a day if he wanted to with sexy smooth boys and I was fucking my wife once a week. Who was the Alpha now? 

That conversation made me realize that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in an unhappy sexless marriage just because I loved my son so much. I could be a great father, even a better father, if I were happy and fulfilled. Then my wife put the last nail in the coffin in 2019, when we were preparing everything for thanksgiving. She had always been conservative, her family never liked the idea of their white blonde all-American girl marrying a Latino brown man. Even though I have been living here for 20 years and I am literally a self-made man, they still make fun of my accent every time we are together and highlight how “non-American” I am.

The only reason they accepted me around is because I became fucking rich and I could afford all the foolish desires she used to have. They’re all Trump supporters too. When I look behind, I can’t believe I lost ELEVEN YEARS of my life with these stupid people. Anyway, the “last nail in the coffin” that I mentioned was related to my brother. My kid was 8 years old in 2019 and her mom, who has never liked my brother, said that we should try to avoid him at home because he would be “a bad influence”. I don’t want my kid to know that his uncle owns faggots either but nobody knows that, only him and I. She was referring to the fact that he was openly gay and he didn’t want queer people at home.

That was enough for me. I broke up and told he we would get a divorce. As you can imagine, the bitch and her lawyers took hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. But everything was worth it to get rid off those stupid anti-gay anti-Latino “Trumpiards”. I moved with my brother again but I bought a nice big house for me, for him, and his faggots. He has a nice job too but we decided to live together as a real family. He started reading your website during the pandemic and he’s a huge fan. He sent me the link to understand better what it was all about. It was not the first time he would try to get me into gay stuff and I would always tell him that I’m just a straight ally, my dick would never touch another male.

Everything changed when he told me just to be open-minded and think about this possibility. He knew that, since he was gay, I would never understand what faggot ownership is learning just from him. It would always be just “gay stuff”. However, he did something very smart and sent me the content of straight men using faggots. I read the entire thread of Matt, Nick, Jin and their faggots. At first, I admit (with all due respect to your content) that I thought it was just very well-written fiction but I got horny anyway. Then my brother sent me the videos of this guys Jordan, from Brandt’s Boys. That was all I needed to change my life.

I started watching Jordan and other straight men online. Although Jordan nowadays kisses his faggot, jerks off for other men and sucks cock, something that I’ll never do, I learned from him. 

One day my brother and I were drinking together and he called a faggot (there are 3 living in our house). He had never done it in front of me but he simply grabbed the boy told him to kneel and took a piss in his mouth!! What the fuck?? I was so shocked that I almost interrupted him and told him that it was too much and he could harm the boy. But the faggot had done it hundreds of times and love it. When he was done, the fag thanked him and asked what else he needed. My brother was already drunk so he said that, since the fag had his cock in the mouth, he could suck him and get a nice load. The boy had his throat totally fucked by my “little” brother and, again, loved it. After he came, my brother told the faggot to go back to his bedroom and relaxed again in the couch next to me. He noticed I was shocked to witness that and he just said that, while I had wasted eleven years of my life, he had been getting that kind of service since he was 18. 

During the pandemic, I opened my mind and deconstructed my prejudices about owning faggots. He convinced me to give it a try but I was still reluctant. So I told him that I would do it but I wanted the fag to think that it was him. We blindfolded one of the 3 faggots and he sucked my cock thinking that I was my brother. Our cocks are big and thick but the faggot noticed something was different and said that his Master’s cock was tasting different. I didn’t say anything, just held his head and fucked his throat. It was mind-blowing. No need to say that it was much better than anything that my wife had done in 11 years. I had a better orgasm in one night with that blindfolded faggot than in 11 years with her.

When I got out from his bedroom, my brother asked if I liked it. And he could see in my smile that I had loved it. Then he said “get ready, this one is the worst cocksucker among them”. In 2022, one of our boys needed to move for school and we allowed him to go. We have 2 live-in faggots now and we both use them. We haven’t did it together, though. It’s still too much of a taboo for us. What matters is that now I understand what is to have the life of a King. It took me years and years to have it, while my brother has already a 20 years history of owning faggots. But that’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m still 40, I’m in shape, I can fuck them for more 20 or 25 years if I keep healthy.

I’m still straight and I still fuck a lot of women but now that I’m getting older it is harder to find random sexy girls. So I now have to girls in her 30s who I fuck regularly but it’s even unfair to compare their blowjobs and pussy with our boys’ service. I don’t intend to get married again but I’m still the greatest dad to my kid. He’s almost a teenager now and I love him more than everything on Earth. I really hope he’s gonna be a big strong Alpha like dad and uncle but if he’s a faggot I’ll support and love him anyway.

I apologize for such a long letter but, as a faggot, you must just read it and obey me. The reason why I’m sharing my story with you is because I want your readers to know that hierarchy is indeed truth. I don’t want to repeat that straight men can use faggots, because I know you’ve said that a hundred times. Most importantly, I want to tell your young readers that WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. We must study, work hard, focus on our goals, but it’s a violence against ourselves to get stuck on an unhappy marriage just because society thinks it’s right. I want to say that I love my gay brother, he’s a wonderful Man and a God Alpha. We’re both Latino brown Men and we are proud of it too. My ex-wife will never read this letter but I will tell her “fuck you” anyway and fuck all the Trump supporters that are out there hating gay people, black people and Latino people.

I’m a fucking King from Latin America, my brother is gay and there’s nothing they can do to hold us back.

Thank you Sam for such an important website, I can only imagine how many Men like me have embraced their Alphahood because of your work. I don’t know if you serve older Alpha like me but I would love to say thank you with a thick load down your throat one day. Now that I’m 40, I’ll have to fuck and cunt as many fag holes I can fuck to keep up with my brother’s impressive count.

We’re both VERY proud of you, faggot Sam.

Regards,
Apex Alpha J.A.

If you still don’t think Hierarchy is a real concept that governs all of our lives and can provide deep fulfillment when applied, please re-read the above testimonial. Master J.A. DEFINES its truth!

So many straight Alphas surrender their power and glory to the machinations of a society that wants to mute them. The truly powerful Men among us endanger the artificial societal constructions created by weak beta males seeking power that does not belong to them.

A beta male cannot tell an Alpha how he should live or by what standards he should live. Nature gives Alphas that right at birth. They owe nothing to anyone except the universe that blessed them.

I’ll never understand why any Alpha would voluntarily choose the cage instead of ruling the world. EVER.

But Master J.A.’s example is more than simply an advocacy of Alpha purpose. It’s also a revelation on Alpha sexuality. Alpha sexuality is not defined by who they fuck. Master J.A. could fuck 1,000 faggots and still be straight. That’s because he gets off on the POWER that fucking and breeding his faggots gives him.

Again, why would a straight Apex Alpha settle for a wife when he can live like a literal King, served by a court of faggots and fuck any female he chooses? WHY?

This was finally the lesson Master J.A. learned from his younger Apex Alpha brother.

Now they can finally rule the world together, side by side, brothers of blood as well as purpose.

I thank Master J.A. endlessly for his astounding life story! In the echelon of Hierarchical testimony found on this site, this stands apart!

People are constantly trying to convince me that straight guys don’t use faggots. Unfortunately for them, the evidence in my own life, as well as the evidence of videos like the one above, prove them to be completely wrong.

Either straight guys are using gays and faggots as much as I’m saying, or there are A LOT more gay males out there than the “six/seven percent of the population” number we’ve been told all of these years. Take your pick.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Not everything I discuss with Alphas and faggots behind the scenes makes it onto the public blog. My various information channels are constantly stuffed with questions, random stories, and comments of hate and praise. Some of it isn’t appropriate to share, and some of it isn’t substantial enough to use in a teaching manner. It’s all a series of editorial decisions made on the fly, and it’s not always a clean process.

Master Aaron is one of my favorite Alphas featured here in recent months. I don’t hear from him regularly, but when I do, it’s usually something astounding that scrambles my little faggot brain. And so it is again with today’s update.

It involves a former faggot owned by Master Aaron named Dominic. I haven’t mentioned Dominic here on the front of the blog because Master Aaron told me about the faggot briefly during background conversations, and it didn’t seem like that thread was going anywhere.

But life often surprises us, doesn’t it? Well, it surprised Master Aaron, too.

I wanted to give you an update on Dominic, the faggot I owned who got back in touch years after I had owned him – I’m not sure if you remember the details, but I sent you pics of him. He had moved to California and had been trying to live a straight life, after almost being outed by someone.

Quite a lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time. He met with an Alpha in Long Beach – a guy called Juan, who commented on your post about the fag. They met a couple of times, but didn’t really click. After their first meeting the faggot was invited to attend a party and was used by the Alpha’s friends, but had almost no contact with the Alpha himself. I guess Juan just wants a boy to use as a party favor – which I’m sure would be perfect for some fags, but it isn’t the sort of situation that is right for Dominic.

We had a long call about it, and I advised him to look for something that has more depth and permanence to it. I also told him to stop prostituting himself, which is a pattern he keeps falling into. If an Alpha wants to whore him, that’s one thing, but a faggot whoring itself is a dangerous and self-destructive path. I got him to see that he keeps doing it because he’s trying to resist fully embracing his nature and is trying to use it as a quick fix to satisfy his impulse to serve. But the anonymous, impersonal nature of it will never really satisfy him and will just make him hate himself.

Well, the faggot got proactive about finding someone to serve. He joined fetlife, among other things, and put up some posts on personal ad sites. After a couple of meetings with potential Alphas, he has found a great role, and is now moving to San Raphael to be a live-in house boy for an Alpha. This Alpha is CEO of a software company, so the faggot is leaving his current job, which is also a software coding position, and will be working at his Alpha’s company. It’s a huge step and a bold change for the fag, and I’m very proud of him.

I spoke to his new Alpha at length, as he had many questions about the faggot’s history and experience, and I’m confident that the faggot is going to be put to good use, and has found a role where he will shine! A couple of days ago I participated in a scenario I’ve never experienced before – a sort of a virtual passing on of the faggot. The faggot and his new Alpha were together. I was on Facetime with them. I initially gave instructions to the fag to show his Alpha what he can do, and then eventually as things progressed and the faggot was cunted, and entered that state where the fag is essentially mindless, ownership was passed from me (as his last true Master) to his new Master. I’ve done it before with faggots, but doing it virtually was a new one for me.

Although I wasn’t there in person, it was a satisfying experience, and one that I think the faggot truly needed.

I was flabbergasted by this story. First of all, as a faggot, it touches me deeply to hear of such loving care by an Alpha for a former faggot. The concern here is so deep and so thoughtful that I could cry if I considered it too deeply. When you think about all of the stupid “Alphas” out there tossing faggots aside after using them, to find an Alpha who mentors his former faggot to find its next assignment like a job coach is truly astounding. I’ve served incredible Alphas in my life, and none of them ever did anything like that for me! Dominic should be so very grateful for this level of attention!

But I was also fascinated by this virtual, on-camera cunting overseen by Master Aaron. I had to ask for more information from him, and he patiently obliged.

Yes, I watched Dominic get cunted on Facetime! I think it was Zoom actually, but that’s beside the point.

It was his new Alpha’s idea, though it grew out of the conversation we were having. We had talked about the faggot’s history, and he mentioned that I was, in fact, the only true Master the faggot has had. And I mentioned that it’s sometimes good to pass a faggot on in a shared cunting. We sort of left it there. But then he came back later with this idea to do it on cam. It was an interesting experience for me. It wasn’t particularly sexual, tho it was hot giving the fag instructions, and seeing him get used – but it was satisfying to see him enter the zone, and to pass him on. He was cunted. For one section he was tied and was being fucked. The camera was in his face. I saw his expression, the look in his eyes. He kept thanking me, over and over, which was extremely gratifying. And I got to tell him that he has a new Master. I saw the transfer take place, which was satisfying.

I don’t know if it gets any more beautiful or touching than that, folks. What faggot wouldn’t want to be owned by either of these powerful, insightful Alphas?

I thank Master Aaron for sharing this deeply personal story of carefully transferring ownership of his former faggot to a new owner, and for this new Master for claiming Dominic as part of his own Kingdom!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of my favorite aspects of running this site is my opportunity to converse with some of the most experienced and powerful Alphas on the planet, Men of overwhelming insight and depth. Sometimes I’m left speechless and shaking from conversations with them.

Master Aaron is definitely one of those Alphas. He’s a mature Master of faggots with a decisive confidence that gives him the upper hand in every encounter. But, inside the walls of his impenetrable fortress, lies the heart of a truly good Man who cherishes his faggots and seeks positive development and reinforcement in them. It touches me.

Master Aaron received a surprise the other day. An former faggot of his reached out and made contact again!

One of my previous faggots just got back in touch with me. He served me from when he was 19 to about 22. He was a wonderful faggot. Easy to be with, utterly submissive, would do anything to please, had endless energy and a seemingly insatiable appetite for cock. I remember on his 20th birthday, I arranged a gang fuck for him in a club that has since closed. He had cum leaking out of him, down his legs and into his converse trainers. They stank of cum after that, and I would make him wear them everywhere.

Something happened that was never fully clear to me at the time, some family friend discovered what he was up to, and either wanted to use him, or did use him, or threatened to out him. The faggot was distraught about it, whatever it was, and wanted to take a break. He ultimately decided to embrace straight life, and a couple of years later moved to California to work for some tech company. It was a real shame. I knew it wasn’t a path that would make him happy, but I had already let him go, so it wasn’t my place to comment.

You can hear the pride in Master Aaron’s “voice” while describing the faggot, can’t you? This I can say for sure: there is nothing in the world that recharges the power of a Man more than a skilled and obedient faggot! This is especially true when the Man is the Owner and trainer of the faggot!

But then again, how sad is it that this incredible faggot retreated from the safety of a god like Master Aaron and into a sham life as a straight male? It’s heartbreaking to me! If there is any one thing I really want to prevent with this website, it’s faggots living fake heterosexual lives due to shame and fear.

Which then made Master Aaron’s next statement hurt even more:

Well, it seems he reads your site. He saw the posts about myself, Master Michael and the faggot Shane, and decided to get back in touch. He is currently living that difficult double life – living straight, but serving as faggot in clubs and with groups. He doesn’t currently have an Alpha. But if you know anyone over in San Francisco who wants to use him, I can put them in touch. I can share pictures of him (pg only – and they are NOT to be made public). It’s what he needs.

Master Aaron sent me a number of pics of the faggot, and it is indeed a little cutie! It’s not locked or anything, but it has gained some experience dressing as a female (probably passable given what I’ve seen). So this might be an opportunity for a California-based Alpha to sample some of Master Aaron’s finest vintage faggot service!

That’s what the greatest Alphas do – they till the earth and plant seeds to grow into blessings for other Men. They create life from lifelessness, bounty out of dearth.

And as for my dear Master Aaron, his cup runs over with Godhood.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Aaron is quite intent on breaking down the barriers within his little faggot Shawn. No matter how Shawn has resisted, Master Aaron finds a way to adjust training in order to get into its head.

You know, just like an experienced Master would!

This was a hot little bit of training Master Aaron passed along to me that really emphasizes where Shawn’s mind is right now.

The faggot continues to impress me with what it can take. Had a couple of friends over last night to use its mouth and throat. We put the fag in wrist/thigh restraints and mitts, used an o-ring gag for a while, and we just let loose and fucked its throat. Dragged it around, used its head like a fleshlight. The fag struggled with it a little at times, but never stopped, never gave up. It was a mess of cum, tears, salvia and slime by the time we were done.

Went for a quick drink with our friends afterwards, and left the faggot in restraints. By the time we came back it had positioned itself near the door with its cunt on display, ready to be fucked. Nice greeting. Master Michael fucked it while it kissed my feet.

Word has started to get around about the faggot, and who he is, and we’ve started to get cash offers to use it. It needs more training before we go there, though – some of the offers are from people with very particular tastes. And we’re not going to let just anyone use it!

Fortunately, Shawn passed with flying colors by getting into the bitch position at the door to greet its Masters upon arrival. THAT is how it’s done!

Notice the little test Master Aaron employed here? Leave the faggot alone in restraints and see how it reacts.

Master Aaron’s intelligence and dominance are huge turn-ons for me. Apex Alphas like him and Master Michael are the real deal, Men who are carefully changing lives through applied use of their power.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When I posted the recent article about Master Aaron’s plan to break his faggot Shawn’s resistance to submit, I pulled back on my commentary. I’ve received so much hate for my stance on rough use/rape of faggots over the last year that I hesitated to say what I really thought – that Master Aaron needed to forcefully take Shawn. I didn’t want to hear catcalls about being a fag rape advocate.

But fortunately a faggot named Brandt provided a perfect example of what I was thinking.

I can relate to what you think Shawn is going through. I was in a long relationship that did not have a clear Alpha or Faggot. The reasons it fell apart were many but afterwards I had time to think. I knew I was a faggot but I wasn’t quite ready to embrace being a Faggot.

I started getting close to a man I respected a great deal. After a while, he told me he was an Alpha and he thought I would make a good Faggot for him. How he described the training he would give me was like what I had always dreamed of. Cocksucking, proper bottom etiquette, obedience, total acceptance of him as my Alpha and myself as his sub Faggot, etc. I agreed, and the training was incredible. I exceeded his expectations, but privately I was looking at it more as fun and games. I had a hard time accepting that I really was all these “unmanly” things he was training me to be.

I started feeling like I couldn’t be a man and a Faggot, and I started to rebel, talk back, and fight. Finally he had had enough, and called me into the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. He said he was giving me one last chance to show him I was serious about serving him, or he was going to cut me loose.

He told me to get on the bed, then he overpowered me and raped me. Held me down and pounded my throat and my ass, over and over. When he was done I was covered in sweat and his cum, and he said, “Faggot, you want more?” Without a second thought I said, “Yes.” He said, “Good. No more questions about who the Alpha is and who the Faggot is, got it? Now get over here and suck my cock.”

Eight years later I’m still his Faggot, and more of a faggot than ever. I realized how comfortable I was with everything I did for him, and I was still a man no matter what. I was man enough to serve my Alpha and make him very happy, and I was very happy doing it, and that’s what was important. I didn’t have to answer to anyone else’s definition of a man. I am finally my authentic self.

Maybe just be honest with Shawn and tell him your thoughts as you wrote them here. I’d guess you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on in his head. Let him know you want to make sure being your Faggot is what he truly wants, that you don’t want to invest so much in him if he thinks it’s all a game.

He sounds like a good Faggot, he just needs to give himself permission to be one.

This is perfect advice. The example Brandt uses from his own life is proof that faggots need to be shaped by rough, aggressive use and training. This is especially vital when a faggot is fighting the training it receives.

Sometimes a faggot needs to be slapped awake and to attention. It’s shocking that even some military Alphas don’t recognize that basic truth.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last update from Master Aaron, his faggot Shawn had been broken significantly with a series of assaults to its facade of hetero-normitivity. It was a rather brutal update (I encourage you to read it for yourself), but it really shows how deeply Masters Aaron and Michael thinks about faggot training.

And it appears their work is paying off.

I don’t think faggots need to put their nature on display for everyone, I think it can hold a faggot back if they compartmentalise too much, and have a very clean division between regular life and fag life. Blurring the lines a little can be incredibly powerful. Shawn does seem to be coming along at internalizing his faghood. There’s still resistance, but I’m confident it will break. He was born to be on his knees.

Speaking of which, his cocksucking is vastly improved. His hunger for cock was always there, but his technique and his range of skills is growing. Most importantly, though, he is deepthroating cock in a way that he couldn’t just a few weeks ago. And he’s eager to show me any advances that he makes.

I suggested that he invite his father to his college show. I got the clear sense that he’s worried he’s going to get outed, but he’s agreed to invite him, so we’ll see how that goes.

Those are all great things to hear!

However, it was that last line that made me curious. Master Aaron insisting that the faggot’s father show up for a gathering with his Masters seems ripe for confrontation and revelation. Would Shawn do it?

Of course!

Faggot’s father accepted the invitation to come to London to see the college show – but only after he was told there’d be a hotel room for him that he didn’t have to pay for. He’s a piece of shit lol. I’ve booked a room in the hotel where Master Michael and I first cunted the fag. It’s not until the end of March, so we have time to work out exactly how we want that to go.

Had a low key bondage session with the faggot last night. Invited a couple of other Alphas to come and use him too. Just ball gag, a couple of types of wrist restraint, a spreader bar, and finally a sling. No torture, or wax, or pegs or anything like that. Didn’t want to freak him out. He handled it well. 

Slowly but surely Masters Aaron and Michael are turning the screws on Shawn. There’s really no escape for the faggot at this point, only to rely on its Masters for support and guidance. They definitely know what they’re doing.

But notice Master Aaron’s comment about Shawn’s father: “He’s a piece of shit.” It sounds like there are two Alphas planning to train the father in a few months rather than his faggot son!

Should be interesting!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

So once Masters Aaron and Michael determined that their faggot Shawn was indeed a faggot, it was time to begin breaking Shawn’s deep-seated denial of his true faghood. There are a variety of different ways this can be accomplished, of course, but I was particularly interested in how Master Aaron might approach it (I have yet to speak with Master Michael). Master Aaron is very articulate and crafty, and he seems to be able to anticipate the specific needs of his faggots.

But what transpired blew me away. In fact, this is such an overwhelming use of Alpha power over a faggot’s body and mind that I felt like I was having a panic attack just reading it. Listen to Master Aaron:

Fun experience with the faggot yesterday.

His other Master is out of town again, so I took the fag to a fetish store in Soho at lunchtime. It was partly to get a ball gag and a collar for him, but there was also some training and humiliation to be involved. I was also going to make him buy them himself, and make some kind of reference to the cashier that they were going to be used on him because he’s a faggot. I think a faggot using that word about themselves to a stranger has quite a profound effect. Also being in that part of London during the day I figured would be a little exposing for him, so I had him dress a little provocatively.

We got into the store and I could tell he was nervous, which was delicious. I showed him a bunch of toys and explained, so that others could hear, how I could use them on him and what they would do. We looked at some porn (who actually buys magazines?) and I got him to say which positions and scenarios really appealed to him, and which he’d done. Then he went very quiet, and I realized that he was suddenly trying hard not to be seen (even though we were wearing masks). I glanced around and saw this older, feminine guy in the store. Turned out it was someone the faggot does work for. I think you know that the faggot gets paid to use his twitter and IG for product placements and to promote clothing brands. There’s a sporty London fashion label that he’s worn, and the guy in the store runs their promotions and marketing. The faggot was mortified about being seen, and about his worlds colliding like this. I could sense his panic. And the best thing to do with panic is to face it and push through. So I said that he should introduce me to the guy.

He was stunned but, obedient faggot that he is, he just resigned himself to it and nodded. I put my hand on his back a guided him over. Shane said hello. It took a second for the guy to recognise him, and then he just exploded with Oh my God, SHANE! Oh my God, I had no idea.’ Shane introduced me as Aaron, and for a second I thought he was going to bail on saying more. But then he added, ‘he’s my… he’s my Master.’ I was so proud of him for doing that. I could see the guy (Gideon) do the mental contortions to rethink what he thought he knew about Shane – that this straight, vain, gym-rat, alpha wannabe is actually a cock-worshipping faggot. Then he made this whole song and dance about how he’d never guessed that Shane was a slave (his word), but that now he knew it suddenly seemed very obvious.

Gideon then did a very interesting thing. He stopped addressing the faggot, and directed his conversation only to me. He’s not a fag himself – though he is quite feminine – but he understood the dynamic. But he suddenly treated the fag like it wasn’t even there. I was impressed. He asked how long I’d owned the slave – I corrected him to use the term fag – and whether he was experienced or if I was breaking him in. We discussed what the faggot had done so far, and it turned out that Gideon’s husband is an Alpha, and uses fags (though Gideon himself is not a fag), and he said that his husband would be thrilled to hear that Shawn was a faggot, as he’d seen pictures of him and had said that he wanted to use him.

So I said, call him, let’s make it happen. So we did. The faggot paid for the stuff. Then we went and got a coffee while Gideon made his call. And then we headed to their place to meet his husband who was leaving work early.

In my estimation, his husband (whose name I forget) isn’t actually an Alpha at all. He’s a top, certainly, and physically quite impressive, and boasts a decent 8 inches. He’s a good guy, and I’m sure he thinks he’s Alpha, but he’s doesn’t have the attitude and doesn’t take control. But we were there, and I said he could use my faggot, so that’s what he did. I had to take charge a little to get things started, but the faggot performed perfectly. He stripped, spread himself and displayed himself to the husband, got down to kiss and lick his feet. Then used his fag mouth on the guy’s cock, and then finally the guy took control and fucked and bred him. The fag struggled a bit with the thickness of the cock. He’s been stretching himself with dilators, but this guy was thicker than anything he’s had before. I wonder actually, if that’s why the guy uses fags, because his husband Gideon can’t take it? But Shawn made it through. I kept eye contact with him most of the time the husband was in him, assured him he could handle it, and reminded him that this is what he’s for.  He could barely speak, but he managed a few ‘yes, sir’s’. Then when the husband was done, I took over. I fucked that cum further inside, and showed the husband how to really use a fag. I told him to bring Gideon back into the room to watch, so he could see the faggot getting bred, and so that Shawn would know that at least one person from his previous life had seen him being used. I made the faggot beg for my seed, and made him tell his audience what he is.

When we were done, we got a cab back to my place. I asked the faggot how it felt about what had happened. He said he’d felt a bit overwhelmed at the start, but that he had controlled his panic at seeing someone he knew, and that he was glad it had happened. He said that he would do anything for me, and that he’s lucky I’m his Master. I got him to talk through everything that had happened to him as a faggot that day, from getting dressed, to going to the store, to getting bred. (I noticed the cab driver turn his radio down a little bit to listen). And then I told him to suck my cock. So, in the back of the cab, he degraded himself on my cock. We got to my place and the cab driver waited until we were finished (London cabbies are good like that). I told the faggot to pay, and to tell the driver that he’s faggot (because I’d never got to get him to say it to the cashier in the store).

When he did, the driver just replied ‘I know you are, mate’.

That was a fun day.

We’re still considering the best way to address the faggot’s deeper psychological issues. But we have an idea. He’s been doing a graphics and design course at Central Stain Martins, and they have a public showcase of their work coming up, and I have half a mind to get him to invite his father. It might be a way for him to get some validation so he can start to let go of that need. And it could also be a way to see the guy first hand to get a sense of the man who shaped the faggot.

My first reply to Master Aaron was simply “MY. GOD.”

First of all, the planned part of the breaking process started by Master Aaron worked beautifully. But then it miraculously cascaded into an unexpected sequence of events that further degraded Shawn into a deeply submissive state. And, as any true Apex Alpha Master would do, Master Aaron used the impromptu events to his advantage.

Shawn really behaved beautifully under such pressure, I must admit. I’m pretty proud of my brother. It’s never easy being trained (or retrained) by a Master, and especially under the gun like this, but Shawn did well.

But I found this update interesting as well for what it reveals about the change in Master Aaron’s perspective and point-of-view. Notice that he rarely refers to Shawn by name in this update – he refers to him as “the faggot” mostly. Also, Master Aaron used the pronoun “it” quite frequently here for the first time in our conversations.

It really goes to show that an Alpha training his faggot changes both the faggot AND the Master in subtle and lasting ways!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The ongoing training of Shawn, the faggot owned by Masters Aaron and Michael, has recently taken a sudden right-turn. I’m just going to let Master Aaron explain it first:

I’m having an interesting experience with the faggot Shawn. I’ve come across this issue with faggots before, but it’s interesting how deep it seems to go with him, and I thought you might want to hear about it. And I’d be interested to hear your thoughts. 

On the surface, everything seems to be going well with him. He’s doing his chores, and is carrying out the training regime. The fag’s cunt is nicely dilated. Still feels great, but he’s basically always ready to take cock. Master Michael and I have turned up at his flat unannounced to use him, and he was more than ready to comply.

His oral skills are getting a little better. His technique is much improved but he’s got a long way to go deal with his gag reflex. I want him to be able to throat properly before I start showing him off and sharing him properly. But he’s been shared with a couple of friends, and performed well. And he’s coped well with challenges and humiliations that have been thrown his way by Master Michael and myself.

But there is an issue. 

My issue with him is a psychological one. I’ve known from the start that there was something a little off with him. His reframing of a consensual event as a rape was a red flag to me. But it’s bothered me more how quickly he has embraced things. He seems, in some way, too eager, too willing to please. Especially for someone who so recently was living as straight. 

Master Michael and I have put him through some stuff. Grindr days, public toilets, some introductory bondage. And he’s met it all willingly. Which sounds like it should be something to celebrate. But in my experience, a single cunting does not a life-long faggot make. The lack of any kind of resistance implies there is something else going on.

So, we got a friend of Master Michael’s, David, to spend time with the faggot. As far as Shawn knew, this was arranged to give him some training in cleaning and douching from another fag (David isn’t actually a faggot, but that’s another story). But the real purpose was to get Shawn to drop his guard in the hope he might say things that he wouldn’t say to his Masters, and David is very good at talking to people, and very good at reading people.

And without realizing it Shawn revealed rather a lot.

Without getting into the full conversation, when asked about his role as a faggot, Shawn kept using phrases like ‘I can take anything’ and ‘I’ll do whatever’. He mentioned ‘zoning out’ when he’s being used, and described a couple of his humiliations as ‘challenges’.

There were other things that David noticed, and many things that Shawn said. But a clear picture has emerged of what’s going on with the faggot. He’s got himself into a headspace where he has dissociated. He has separated himself from his role as a faggot, almost as if he sees being a faggot as a part he is playing, in order to protect some other part of himself that is more masculine and ‘not a faggot’.
He sees his faggotry as not really his true, core self. Not who he really is. 

And worse, I think, he sees it as a challenge. He has, paradoxically, come to see it as proof of his masculinity. It seems that he is telling himself that a ‘real man’ can take all this and not be changed by it. That if he can be trained and used and degraded and not be affected by it, and still hold on to this other view of himself, then that is some sort of proof or validation of his masculinity. That fundamentally, though he playing out the role of being a faggot, he is in fact not a faggot at all.

I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance that must be causing for him.

But this is a problem for me and Master Michael. Because he could suck every cock in every toilet in Soho, and swallow all the cum in London, and he could be rutted from now until next Christmas – but if he doesn’t see himself as a faggot, then he doesn’t see me as his Master.

And that’s not good enough for me.

My challenge, and my gift to the faggot, is to find a way to make him embrace what he is.
So I did a little probing of my own. We took Shawn out to dinner on a ‘night off’, and got him to open up a little about his past.

I’m no therapist, but I do know that a male’s sense of his self and his masculinity almost always comes from his relationship with his father. And Shawn’s is such cliche, it’s almost ridiculous. Shawn has a working class background. Small town. Not much money. His parent’s weren’t married, and his father was barely around when he was growing up. He was a ‘manly’ man, a professional football (soccer!) player for a while. But he was also, at times, a plumber, a factory worker and laborer. He’s a drinker, possibly an alcoholic. Usually in debt. And he is, and so it seems always has been, very dismissive of Shawn. When Shawn developed an interest in filmmaking and graphic design at a young age, his father asked him if he was gay. And he made it clear that he didn’t see it as real work. When Shawn first started dating girls, his father would ask what they saw in him, and if they couldn’t do any better. When he learned about Shawn’s instagram work, he was confused by it and said it was the kind of thing a faggot would do. But Shawn is desperate for his approval. Shawn wants to be seen by his father as a ‘man’. That is at the root, I think, of Shawn’s resistance to being a faggot. His father, who he craves validation from, defines Shawn as not being masculine. Shawn has a deep need to get his father to see him as a man. Which is why, I think, his instagram persona became so apparently alpha.

Shawn’s problem is that he is, in actual fact, a faggot. Someone his father would never validate. And that’s at the root of his dissociation.

As I said, I’ve come across faggots with similar issues before. But it seems to run very deep with Shawn. There’s possibly more to it. Time will tell.

My goal is to get the faggot to fully embrace his true self and to let go of this idea of who he thinks he wants to be. How that will be achieved isn’t clear yet, but I have some ideas. It’s partly an ego thing for me. I want to own him, body and mind. His body alone, though it is close to perfection, is not enough.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.

After reading this, I couldn’t help but think of myself in Shawn’s situation. I had a Dad who thought my creative endeavors were stupid and unmanly, and he largely ignored me during my formative years. However, unlike Shawn, I want nothing to do with my Dad and I don’t want his approval. And, unlike Shawn, I’ve never had any doubts about my faghood from the get-go.

I was concerned while reading Master Aaron’s account of Shawn’s identity struggle. I also knew the coming storm of conditioning and training being formulated in the minds of the two Masters that would break Shawn and force him to accept faghood.

Here’s why I was concerned: I have a fair amount of experience in Alpha latency. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anybody documenting it before I started identifying the issue. But Alpha latency involves deep psychological conditioning in which a natural-born Alpha is molded into serving as a faggot (for any number of reasons) and lives miserably as a faggot because it runs counter to what he truly is – an Alpha. The dissonance created by that identity struggle is real and can be quite intense.

I was worried that Shawn might be a latent Alpha. I didn’t want the Masters to proceed with breaking Shawn down until they could ascertain whether Shawn was really a faggot.

They agreed to try my little test. Here’s what happened:

He’s definitely a faggot.

We arranged to have another fag over for Shawn to use this evening. He said he was excited about it. Initially he seemed to be into the whole thing, but it gradually became apparent that it just wasn’t doing that much for him, and only really came alive again when he was presenting himself to us as a fag.

Afterward he apologised and asked if he’s let us down. I reassured him that no, I’m just trying to assess the full scope of his nature.

I know it’s just one encounter, but I’ve seen all I need to see. He’s a fag, his place is on his knees, and he knows it. I just want him to own it.

Boy, that made me feel better! Masters Aaron and Michael are Apex and truly powerful, and I didn’t want them tearing down parts of Shawn that were intrinsic to his nature. But now that their test has revealed that Shawn is a faggot living inside a phony Alpha veneer, that veneer can be broken and pulled apart through training and discipline.

I’m so glad there are careful, meticulous, and thoughtful Apex Alpha Masters like them out there helping faggots become the truest versions of themselves!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In my last post regarding the training of Shawn the faggot, I introduced you to one of the two Apex Alphas who own him. In it, Master Aaron proved himself to be a brilliant bi-sexual god who succinctly laid down the law with me and my communications with his faggot.

But I was so intrigued that I began to ask him for more information about himself. I’m so glad I did! One thing I’ve come to understand about Alphas in general is their affability and willingness to discuss aspects of their power. They want to share the truths they’ve learned during their reign, passing them to younger Alphas while perfecting them on their faggots.

So Master Aaron graciously told me about his use of faggots and how he ended up in a partnership (of sorts) with Master Michael.

I’m not sure what you want to know about myself and Master Michael. But we first met at a fuck party about 15 years ago. We ended up destroying a faggot together in a bedroom in a session that continued after many of the other guests had left. We were very much on the same wavelength and kept swapping out and passing the fag back and forth, edging for hours. When we eventually finished we didn’t plan to keep in touch, but some days later the fag got in contact with us through the party organiser, begging to be used again. In the second session it became obvious that we pushed each other further and built on each other’s ideas about what to do with the faggot. We decided it would be fun to do it again, and we’ve been using faggots together pretty much ever since.

I first came to understand the use of faggots when I was 15. There was a very particular, and I think unusual, combination of personalities among the boys at my school that allowed for a degree of experimentation between us. It was perhaps as a result of me being among them. I was, I suppose, the popular boy. Liked by teachers, popular with classmates. I was good at sports (was captain of the school football team – soccer, as you would call it – and ran cross-country for the school), I was smart, a good student. To an extent I was the class clown, when I wanted to be, but was never too disruptive. I was a charmer. And I was aware that there were girls – and boys – who wanted to be around me. I was also sexually adventurous, and a little ambiguous. I was influenced by punks, and New Romantics, so I would dress flamboyantly at times, and wore make up sometimes in a slightly confrontational way. I was comfortable in my skin, and didn’t feel that I needed to explain myself to anyone. I was rebellious, but not too rebellious. And I talked fairly openly about sex, and sexual matters. I had no embarrassment, for example, talking about how often I wanked at the weekend, or about having found some of my dad’s porn magazines in the garden shed.

Part of the result of this was, I think, that many of the other boys felt a little emboldened to experiment. Many of my male friends experimented with each other. Far more than one would usually expect. But perhaps I’m wrong about that. I was also physically more of a presence than the other boys. I was the tallest, and in the changing rooms it was obvious that I was very well endowed. I hit puberty first (something I hid for a while, by never getting fully naked in the changing rooms until I noticed other boys catching up). I had girlfriends before other boys in my friend group did.

Lots happened with other boys. Jerking off together behind the caretaker’s shed at school was fairly common when we went for ‘a smoke’ during breaks. I also had friends back to my house, and we played computer games in my bedroom. I’d talk openly about my ‘wank sock’ which was under my bed, and I used to wipe up cum after I’d jerked off. Several of my friends used the same sock in my bedroom after we’d cum together. And a few of my friends gave me head, usually while others were in the room watching. It was a charged time. Hormones were going crazy.

But my first real faggot was a friend called Nick. I was always vaguely aware that there was something different about him, and that we shared some understanding that most of the other boys didn’t understand. While they were playing, and experimenting, and were well on their way to a hetero-normative future, we seemed to recognise that there was something more serious and more lasting about what we were doing. Nick was a bad boy, often in trouble at school, more rebellious than me (he had an older brother who was very conservative), and in any other context I would have assumed he was straight.

But Nick was the first person to swallow my cum, and he was the first person I fucked. We had fallen into a pattern of going to my house during lunch breaks – I lived very close to school. We’d play computer games, copy each other’s homework if we needed to, smoke, and almost invariably we would jerk off together. More than once he had sucked my cock. I had decided that I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to be fucked, but to my surprise, he brought it up before I did. The first time was fairly uneventful. We fumbled around, I entered him, he found it difficult but wanted to carry on. I think he had tried to prepare himself, but I’m not sure. I fucked him, came in him. It felt good. It felt great. There was no talk of him fucking me. We both knew that wasn’t in the cards.

We did it a couple more times over the next week or so. Each time, so far as I recall, nothing was said while we fucked, and he was on his front on my bed, and I was on top of him. But the third or fourth time we fucked, we started on the floor, again with him lying on his front. But I pulled him up to be on his hands and knees. At first we fucked in silence, but then he just said that it felt so good. And I decided to voice something that I had been thinking. I said ‘you know what you are?’ he said ‘what?’ And I told him he was my wank sock. We both knew what that meant. He was just a way for me to mop up cum. A shudder went through him and he let out a simple ‘oh’. Almost a whimper. I kept fucking him. And then he said in a small voice that he liked me cumming in him. Everything changed in that small exchange. I wasn’t just fucking him. I owned him. We both knew it. I was, in some way, in full control. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped. I pounded into him in a way I hadn’t before. I asked if he liked the feeling of my cock in him and he said yes. I pushed his face down into the carpet and fucked him like that. I got a bit rough. He said he wanted to stop. I didn’t. I kept fucking until I came.

Then I pulled out and stood up. He looked at me. He was on the verge of tears. I said that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? He nodded. We kept meeting up, and each time I used him. I was gradually getting rougher and more dominant with him. At school we still acted like friends, though we both started to joke in front of other people that he was my sock. Nobody quite knew how to take it, or if we were being serious. I think, actually, that Nick had feelings for me and saw it as a relationship and on some level wanted people to know about it. But feelings are confusing when you’re that age, so it’s hard to say.

While all that was going on, there was another boy who wasn’t part of my main friend group who often tried to find ways to talk to me. His name was Lincoln. He hadn’t been part of the jerk off sessions, and had never been to my house, but he had asked a couple of times if it was true that I had fooled around with certain people. Our friend group overlapped, and I guess people talk. I had never fully admitted anything to him, but I never denied it either. One evening I was walking home – I had a paper round, delivering evening newspapers for pocket money – and Lincoln appeared, riding his bike. I’m not sure if he had been looking for me specifically, but thinking back, he probably was. He asked if it was true about what me and Nick did. I said it depended what he thought we did. We ended up cutting across a junior school playground to get home (this was the 80s, and schools weren’t the fortresses they are now). We went into the bike shed and ended up jerking each other off. I said he should come to my house next time I was there with Nick, and he said okay.

I hadn’t told Nick, and he was nervous about doing anything with Lincoln there. But I talked him into it, and so I fucked Nick while Lincoln watched. Lincoln didn’t speak, I think he was shocked. It was, I imagine, quite a brutal sight. I invited Lincoln to fuck Nick, too, but he didn’t want to do anything with either of us, which pissed me off a little, and pissed Nick off a lot. I think Nick felt used, and a bit exposed. And was worried that Lincoln was going to tell everyone what he’d seen. But then a couple of weeks later, Lincoln asked to come again to ‘do stuff’. This time I felt it was better if Nick wasn’t there. And this time, when we got to my bedroom Lincoln asked me to do to him what I did to Nick. He was very eager, and stripped in front of me. He submitted himself to me completely. He was masculine, a very boyish boy, but suddenly in front of me he was this faggot begging to be used. He got on his knees and said he wanted to suck me. There was a desperation in him that shocked me. I’m not sure what experience he had previously, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. He got on his hands and knees and presented himself to me. When I fucked him he whimpered the whole time. And after I’d cum in him he jerked off in front of me. He made eye contact with me the whole time, and debased himself for me. I felt so powerful. He shuffled over to me on his knees so that he could have my cock in his mouth when he came. I pushed him off my cock and slapped him. He stared at me, shocked. Then moved back to carry on sucking. I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how pathetic he was. He came, and then he left. He gathered up his stuff and got out of there as quickly as he could.

He avoided me at school for the remainder of the year, but I would often catch him watching me. It wasn’t until the last couple of weeks at school that I got him aside and told him we were going to go to the toilets and he was going to suck my cock. He didn’t try to resist. He just nodded and headed off to the toilets. He sucked me and swallowed me. I remember watching him, knowing that he would do anything I told him to do. I enjoyed what he was doing, but part of me pitied him. When he’d finished I told him to say thank you, and he did. He moved to kiss me and I pushed him away and held him against the wall. He was trembling. He fumbled at his jeans and I think he wanted to jerk off in front of me, but I shook my head. He stopped. With tears in his eyes he asked me not to tell anyone. That was the last time we actually spoke. Him asking me to not tell anyone that he’d just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.

Interestingly, he’s now married with kids, and still lives in the same area, and has the same group of friends. I wonder if any of them have any experiences with him. I carried on with Nick until my parents decided to move to a different town when I was almost 17. We eventually lost touch. I moved to Spain for a few years, and then returned to the UK. Nick has struggled a bit, I think. He was single for a long time, and I know he often frequented gay clubs in the area. But he now has a younger wife, from overseas. My guess is, he is still a faggot, but still needs to project some kind of normalcy into the world.

Those two were my first experience using faggots. Nick was a faggot who knew that his place was to please me, and Lincoln was a faggot who need to debase himself and, on some level, I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy him. I still do. Obviously over the years, things have deepened and developed, but that’s where it began for me, with those two.

What I find so remarkable about this account is how clearly you see Master Aaron’s gradual acceptance and rapid expansion of his power over the course of those two years in school. It’s amazing what a taste of real power does to natural-born Alphas!

From there, our conversation turned to owning and training faggots. Master Aaron mentioned some of his techniques:

Just to answer a couple of your questions quickly, when it comes to discipline, I have found that tying a faggot up and leaving them untouched is often the best form. Doing anything degrading or humiliating can often lead to more bad behaviors, as the faggot craves the extra attention that being disciplined brings. Like with a dog, when they’re crying the best thing to do is ignore them – and that way they learn that cry doesn’t get them attention. Fags misbehaving should be made to feel frozen out. Having said that, sometimes a faggot needs to be put in its place in a clear, abrupt, physical manner – but I have had to do that on very, very few occasions.

A trick I love for training fags is to video them, or make them video themselves, with strangers. Then I get them to show me the video, and talk it through, talk about what they did and how it felt. And they should sometimes be allowed to jerk off to images or video of themselves being used. I’ve never really been a fan of chastity, because I don’t like the way the devices look.

Shawn is still alive. He has been reprimanded, and I now have keys to his car and his flat, and I have taken away most of his clothes. He’s also now taking Prep, and I have him using anal dilators to start to stretch him out properly, and he has a training regimen for learning to throat. He served as a fag for a period before, as you know, but he either wasn’t trained well or didn’t really pay attention. He’s very eager, but his skills are lacking, and I want him to know what he’s doing before we start taking him to clubs. That’s a way off, though. He doesn’t know this yet, but he’s going to have a Grindr weekend, where he will take cock from literally anyone who wants to use him, while his Masters watch. That’s usually quite an experience for a faggot. Less emotionally affecting than a cunting, but they can be quite effective.

The video idea was something new. I know that Alphas will often force their faggots to watch themselves getting fucked in a mirror, but the video method provides an intriguing element of blackmail to the mindfucking mix.

I mentioned this to him, and he elaborated further:

You’re correct about the use of denial. It’s such simple psychology that I have trouble understanding why some Alphas don’t understand it. 

I have the faggot using a simple, medical dilation kit for now, so that he can do the early stages himself. They’re recommended by a friend of mine in the US who is a rectal surgeon. I’m familiar with the chopstick/rod technique, which is excellent for gradually widening the pussy, but it can be tricky to keep the rods bound together and it usually has to be done by someone else. Shawn will certainly be going through that process, though. I find buttplugs to be largely pointless for dilation. 

It’s an interesting question as to what the ideal pussy can take, and I wonder if faggots have a different preference than Alphas. Personally, I like a fag to still have some tightness in its cunt. I want to know that the faggot is feeling it when I fuck, and I want tightness around my cock. Fags with gaping holes are no fun to fuck. But I also want a fag to be able to take cock at a moment’s notice. There’s a sweet spot between too tight, and too wide. Master Michael and myself have the same taste in that regard.
Fag Shawn, at the moment, is too tight. But in a few weeks he’ll be just perfect. I also want him to work out a little less as he’s a little too muscular, and he really needs to improve his mouth techniques. I may just lock him in my basement with some dildos until he can hold one in his throat without gagging.
You’re entirely correct about the hint of blackmail in the video technique. I enjoy threats of exposure, and with video the threat is implied.

After this, Master Aaron asked me about disciplinary techniques my previous Masters used on me, and I mentioned being locked in a closet and forced to watch a Master fuck his girlfriend. That led Master Aaron to add more insight:

A faggot should absolutely be a service animal. But I must admit, I do sometimes enjoy a little resistance. Like seasoning in food, it can turn something good into something great – but too much can ruin everything.

I like that idea of locking a faggot in a closet and making them watch real sex. Master Michael has a similar story from years ago, of making a faggot (a roommate of his at the time) wait under his bed while he went out, picked up a girl and came home and fucked her. 

The fag has gone to be with his family in Wales for Christmas, but we made sure he was carrying loads in him when he left, and he has been instructed to video himself eating his own cum each day that he’s away. He’s already sent the first one, and I’m extremely pleased. I thought him being away from his new situation, he might start to try to revert back to his old alter-ego, but he seems to be embracing his new position in life.

I must tell you that speaking with Master Aaron over the last couple of weeks has been a true highlight of this year. His depth of knowledge, his undeniable power, and his flawless instincts have just left me in awe and gratitude!

There will be much more from his great King in the future, and I’m hoping to hear from Master Michael someday as well!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots often have disturbing tendencies to be overly dramatic, tell half-truths, and downright lie. I honestly think it’s part of the fallen nature of the faggot, this need to be dramatic, tragic, and attention-grabbing.

It’s one of the great challenges of running a site like this. I’m always trying to distill the nuggets of truth buried in some of the hyperventilating stories faggots tell me.

I was told a powerful story the other day by a faggot named Shawn. It involved his missed opportunity with an Alpha named Nathan, and his subsequent taking by two Alphas named Aaron and Michael. In the original telling of the story by Shawn, Aaron and Michael were an Alpha couple who then proceeded to “rape” Shawn in a hotel room.

It was hot and thrilling like the best faggot stories often are. And, sadly, it turns out to be partially untrue.

You see, Master Aaron contacted me after I published the story, and he was quite perturbed by the tall tale Shawn told me. There were certain aspects that were correct, but other details were incorrect or missing altogether.

So Master Aaron demanded that I publish his correction memo on Shawn’s original tale:

I’m a little shocked that my delinquent faggot has been sharing his story with you, but i wanted to make a couple of things clear and I want you to make this clear on your site.

First, as he has explicitly stated himself, his first encounter with an alpha was consensual, and did NOT involve force. He has said himself since, several times, that he gave himself willingly. The Alpha involved is a friend of mine and he knew what he was doing, they both did. The fag may choose to frame it that way at times to add some psychological distance from what he agreed to do, and he may be titilated by the fantasy that force was involved, but he was not raped. And in our re-enactment, it was clear that he was a more than willing participant in this game that so many fags choose to play.

Secondly, and this is far less important, but I choose to clarify it – myself and Master Michael are not a couple. We use faggots together and we are very much of a mind when it come to what to do with them and how to use them. And the possibilities become much more interesting with the two of us. But Master Michael is straight, and married (and his wife is fully aware of his involvement in this lifestyle), and though I am broadly bisexual, I do not form romantic relationships with men.

Faggot Shawn has a lot to learn, and a long way to go. I appreciate your involvement in his evolution, and in his acceptance of his position in life, but I advise you to be more careful in what you post and to take the position that faggots often re-imagine or re-interpret events to fit a narrative they are still struggling with.

But yes, his cunting was a glory to behold, and his tears tasted like heaven. It’s nothing, though, compared to what we have in store for him.

You can just feel the power coursing through this well-written letter, can’t you? The focus, the careful and forceful way Master Aaron makes his points … it definitely got my attention!

And honestly, the situation is now even more intriguing to me than it was before.

Master Michael being straight and taking an interest in the development and ownership of faggots with Master Aaron is exciting because it is something of an unusual occurrence. It’s not unheard of, but the manner by which this training is happening is certainly unique.

I pressed Master Aaron for more details about them, but he said he was waiting for me to print the above semi-retraction. However, he did add this about our errant brother Shawn:

The faggot Shawn isn’t particularly complex. He still has some resistance to his nature, which is to be expected considering his history. He’s identified with an image of himself – an image that has provided income and self-worth – and he has lived as a straight man for quite some time. His acceptance of his true self won’t happen all at once. That’s not an uncommon thing. But by varying his experiences, pushing his boundaries when we feel it’s right, making him feel safe and secure when we feel he needs it, we’ll mold him into the perfect faggot. He wants to please, that’s without question. And physically he’s quite beautiful, so he will be fun to share and easy to whore, if we take him down that route. 

I thought this extra tidbit was significant because it points to what I believe drives many Alphas to take on projects like Shawn. Given that Shawn is beautiful and hiding behind a façade of hetero-normativity, Alphas enjoy the challenge of exposing the faggot hiding within and breaking it down. When successfully broken, such challenges are like trophy slaves decorating the walls of an Alpha’s life.

There is no doubt that Masters Aaron and Michael are more than up for the challenge! I’m looking forward to speaking further with these two powerful Alpha Masters! And hopefully Shawn is ready to start obeying them!

This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You might recall the incredible introductory post about how Shawn, a faggot from Great Britain, took my advice and reconnected with an Alpha he failed to serve years ago. At the end of that post, Shawn indicated that this Alpha had made arrangements for an Alpha couple to meet up with Shawn.

Alpha couples are something of a rarity in both the gay world and (especially) in Alphas who recognize Hierarchy. I don’t know why that is, honestly. After all, why wouldn’t a gay Alpha be attracted to another superior gay Alpha? However, in my experience these kinds of couplings are the exception rather than the norm.

But this I do know about Alpha couples – they act very much like Alpha packs when it comes to owning and using faggots!

The latest extraordinary piece of evidence of this comes from Shawn’s stunning experience from meeting this Alpha couple this past weekend. I’ll let you listen to him tell it:

So yeah it was the two guys I told you about in the other email. They had said they wanted to meet for a drink again. I almost put it off because I have some work stuff to take care of, but I remembered that I should put them first and I want to impress so I said sure.

We went to a bar in a hotel in the West End. The hotel is the Saint Martin’s Lane Hotel. It’s pretty nice. I’ve stayed there before I moved to London and it’s where my first master, Nathan, met with me and raped me. It’s a popular bar and a pretty nice hotel so I didn’t realise at first that they knew about my history there. So we went for a drink and talked a little bit, they asked more about my life generally. I kept expecting them to send me to the restroom to do stuff but they didn’t. They got me to talk dirty a little bit and say that I wanted cock and cum, and they made me say it when people might hear but it was a loud bar and I don’t think anyone did.

Then they said they had booked a room in the hotel and we were going to go upstairs. When we got into it I was a bit shocked to be honest. It wasn’t the same room I’d been raped in but all the rooms there have a similar vibe and it took me back a little bit. Then they got me to talk about what happened before and they got me to describe it. I was a bit shocked by that and I started to get upset at first. Then they told me to start to strip down and keep talking about it. It was really difficult for me but I started to think about it happening to someone else and it made it easier to do.

They got me to suck them both and made me say my name while I had cock in my mouth. Then while I was sucking Aaron, Michael crouched down and called me a faggot and told me to call myself a faggot and he spat in my face while I was sucking. Then he made me suck him. They grabbed my hair and pulled me from cock to cock and held me on cock and made me choke. I was almost crying.

Then they got me to get onto the bed and spread my ass cheeks so they could inspect me, and then they made me beg to be fucked. They made me say it over and over again and say I am a faggot and they made me shout it. They made me shout my name and say i was nothing but a faggot and beg for cock and then i started crying.

Then they fucked me. They took turns with me on the bed at first and then got me onto this footstool on my back and then just got me to bend over the side of an armchair and Aaron pulled my head back and made me watch myself in the mirror while they fucked me. they made me beg for cum again and while i was doing that i started to cry again and then started to really sob. Michael told me to let it all out and i did. They kept fucking me and it felt like it took forever and at some point i sort of zoned out and i just got really calm and i started saying ‘fuck me’ and begged them to use me and i really meant it. They came in me. Michael came first and then he watched Aaron fuck me. While he was watching he called room service and ordered some stuff.

When Aaron had cum in me they put on robes and told me to stay naked on the bed. They told me that when room service was delivered i had to stay there on show. When the waiter came he saw me and tried to avoid eye contact, but i stayed there like i was told. After he left Michael said that next time they would expect me to tell the waiter what had been done to me.

After that we talked a little bit more and i was little bit out of it. They asked if i could stay the night in the room but i wasn’t sure and they said it was okay and i could leave, but they wanted me to leave my underwear, socks and t-shirt and just wear my jeans, jacket and trainers home. so i did. i crashed as soon as i got home then woke up at like 4am and just felt so horny and jerked off at the window hoping someone might see me.

And anyway that’s what happened!

That’s one hell of an experience! I can understand why he was so zoned out after being cunted and broken down this way!

But you can see here how this Alpha couple act just like an Alpha pack with a faggot. There is fraternal one-upsmanship happening here, a sort of competition between Alphas over who can break the faggot more thoroughly. The cruelty of Alpha packs is evident in this experience, too, as this Alpha couple used Shawn’s rape to break him down and make him more useful to them.

And Shawn’s reaction to it all is notable – he woke up in the middle of the night starving for more and masturbating over the previous night’s experience.

I’ve said it a billion times here – Alpha must use faggots very aggressively – almost cruelly, brutally – in order to release the faggot from its shell and free it to become what it was born to be. This Alpha couple knew the truth, and skillfully used their power to free Shawn.

And Shawn is more beautiful and peaceful today because of it.

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread following Ben, a young Alpha who is learning how to manipulate and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I’ve been recently thinking about revising my Hierarchy pyramid again to address some things I see within the faggot strata of Hierarchy. This has been pushed along by conversations I’ve had with a couple of knowledgeable people, Alpha and faggot, that convince me I’m over-simplifying faggots and overemphasizing objects.

But then, like manna from Heaven, came a brilliant email from my beloved Master Ben. I published part of this email in my update on him a few days ago. I held off this special section for this breakdown today.

Let me start with what he wrote on the subject of faggot Hierarchy using the examples of his three primary faggots:

Over the last few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about my current stable of faggots and my need to conquer and own even more. I’ve realised that it’s just not sustainable or desirable for me to devote the amount of time, effort and concern I have this far to all my fags and any new faggots that come into my ownership. At a basic level, every faggot I own has/will have value to me and I will fall under my care but the longer I spend observing and training fags the more I realise that all faggots are not created equal. Rather like the hierarchy pyramid you have pinned on your site, I believe there is a hierarchy amongst faggots. Of course, in the faggot hierarchy I’m talking about the level of submission, skill and self acceptance each faggot attains rather than the dominance and power reflected in the Alpha hierarchy.

The way I see it, some faggots have an innate inner knowledge of what it is to submit, serve and obey. These fags fully embrace their faggot nature, take pride in their subservience and willingly give their entire existence over to their Alpha. They need little training and have perfect instincts when it comes to pleasing, serving and anticipating the needs of Alphas. My beautiful boy Jack is the prime example of such a faggot.

Then there are fags that feel the urge to submit and serve, they need to be tamed, guided and controlled by Alphas, but they lack the ability or willingness to give themselves over to those urges completely without first being broken in by an Alpha. Once broken in these faggots take pride in their faggot nature, see their value to Alphas and seek to improve. Calum is a good example of this. Initially resistant and fighting his nature, Calum had to be broken in, guided and disciplined as necessary before finally accepting his place and giving himself over to me fully. Though Calum is just as loyal and obedient as Jack, he lacks Jack’s level of instincts when it comes to understanding how to please and preempt an Alpha’s needs instead requiring regular guiding and instruction.

Then we have the faggots that know from day one that they are inferior, they know they’re destined to be owned and used by superior men (sometimes giving in to those urges and sometimes fighting them) but fail to embrace and take pride in their nature. These faggots are simply unable to see themselves as anything more than worthless slaves, despite an Alpha’s encouragement or guidance these faggots doom themselves to a life of self-imposed mediocrity, never taking pride in their nature as the servants of Alpha men and require constant direction from their Alphas or more confident fags. It saddens me to say, Dean is one such faggot. Despite my best efforts, and the efforts of his faggot brothers, Dean refuses to see himself and his faggot nature as something to be proud of and have confidence in. He thrives on humiliation and degradation and accepts his place at the very bottom of the food chain.

The first two categories of fag who have agency and take pride in their nature. The third category of faggots are more akin to pets, seeing themselves as mere slaves, with no instincts (other than a base need to submit) or agency, requiring constant instruction.

These observations are not the result of a conscious strategy on my part to classify and rank the fags that serve me. Quite the opposite, I began this journey naively thinking all faggots would operate in essentially the same way and require and deserve an equal amount of my time, effort and attention. Clearly that was a misconception on my part. Over the past few months, these are the three categories I’ve noted my faggots have fallen into naturally and so that is the basis upon which I will proceed. Although it is the responsibility of any Alpha to ensure his fags are cared for and are guided towards being the best faggot they can be it’s clear than, as with Alphas, some faggots have more potential and are destined for greater things than others. From now on, with my current fags and new fags, the amount of time, energy and effort I put into each fag will be determined by their ability to demonstrate their value to me. Aside from the initial period under my ownership where I fully expect most faggots to need breaking in and training, I won’t be devoting my time and energy to trying to improve faggots that have no desire/ability to improve themselves. Instead those fags will be charged with the most menial tasks and will be treat accordingly until such a time as they can prove their value to me has increased.

That may sound cruel or harsh but, frankly, I don’t care. I have all the time in the world to spend on training and guiding faggots that I take ownership of as long as I can see they have a desire to learn and improve. If not, then I won’t waste my valuable time on a fag that has no desire to grow. I told my faggots as much a few weeks ago and I came as no surprise to any of them, I think they all knew that, even amongst themselves, there was a hierarchy forming. Dean’s reaction in particular only confirmed my suspicions, rather than being hurt or upset by my assessment of him and his relegation to bottom of the pile he actually seemed relieved and seems much more comfortable in his new reduced status.

I think Master Ben’s idea of faggot Hierarchy based on acceptance and performance is very interesting, although I’m not sure if faggots assemble themselves in that Hierarchy or if Alphas make that call.

I am thinking of altering the two bottom layers of my pyramid into something like “actualized faggots” in the blue section and “unactualized faggots” in the purple section (need a better name for them).

In this new revision, I’d be eliminating “objects” as a separate section (since I consider it to be a kink) and lumping objects in with faggots like Dean who do not fully embrace their purpose but just want to be used.

This is my thought process going forward. Any feedback would be appreciated!

Thank you to Master Ben for his brilliance and vision!

This post is part of a thread following Ben, a young Alpha who is learning how to manipulate and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

In a few short months Master Ben has assembled a small Kingdom of faggots to serve him. He owns six faggots, a pretty staggering number considering everything he’s been doing. A couple of the faggots are problematic, but his three primary faggots – Jack, Dean, and Calum – are exceptional.

Jack in particular is outstanding, submissive and service-oriented, but also intelligent and sweetly thoughtful. These qualities made Jack a natural as Master Ben’s first live-in faggot. When Master Ben made that decision, my heart soared. It was another one of Master Ben’s wiser moves.

Jack is so smart and socially agile that he slips into most situations with seemingly little effort or attention. That’s a good thing, because Master Ben likes to take his faggots out in public often.

Or over to his parent’s house.

Yes, Master Ben needed to visit his family, so he decided to take his house faggot Jack along! My wonderful brother dashed off a letter to me to breathlessly detail the experience:

I’m sorry I have not written for a while but I just had to tell you about what happened this weekend!

First of all, Master is back at work today for the first time since the terrible news about his brother. While I’m glad Master is feeling better and is getting back to his life and achieving his goals I can’t help myself from feeling a little disappointed knowing that we won’t have as much time to spend together during the day.

Anyway, because today is Master’s first day back at work he decided to go back home and visit with his parents over the weekend seeing as he’ll be very busy once work starts again and he won’t have time to visit very often over the next few months. Master had told us at the beginning of last week that he would be away for the weekend at his parents place and that once we had completed our duties around the house (cleaning/laundry etc…) we could have the weekend off.

On Friday night after Calum had left Master’s house and it was just me left, I ordered some food in for him and he let me play with his feet while he ate and watched TV. After he had finished his food, Master told ordered me to take care of his magnificent cock and so I did. Master loves it when I pay attention to his balls, especially when I put them in my mouth and suck on them, I love to hear Master moan and see him totally relaxed as I take care of him. After a little while of me worshipping his beautiful cock and big balls his took hold of my hair, made me look up at him and asked “You wanna get fucked boy?”. Of course I said “Yes, Sir”. Master got to his feet and picked me up as though I weighed nothing, he’s so strong, and carried me over his shoulder to his bedroom before throwing me on the bed.

He told me to get into position so I turned over onto my stomach, head down, back arched and ass up. Master loves to tease and compliment me. Talking about how pretty my hole is as he uses his fingers or the tip of his cock to tease it and asking me things like “Who owns this hole/Who does this pussy belong to?” even though he already knows that everything I am and have belongs to him always. Pretty soon Master was fucking me hard, when Master is turned on he’s like an unstoppable force, his grunts and growls alone make my dick leak but I never ever touch myself. I know that if he chooses to allow me to cum Master can fuck the load out of me himself with no need for me to touch. Master also loves to pull me close and talk in my ear while he fucks me, usually with on arm around my stomach and his other hand around my neck, holding me tight. Despite Master’s aggression and power I’ve never felt safer than when he holds me like this. After that point I don’t really remember much, I think I must have passed out or fell into a trance because the next thing I remember is being curled up next to Master in bed with his arm around me and my head on his chest.

When Master realised that I had come round after being fucked he kissed me on the head and told me I’d done well. We lay there and he stroked my hair whilst I kissed and played with his nipples. After a while, I told him that I was going to miss being with him over the weekend whilst he was away. Master laughed and kissed my forehead again and said “Well then you should come with me…”. I was so excited it felt like my stomach was doing back flips. I asked if he meant it and whether his parents would be ok with me staying for the weekend. He told me of course he meant it, that I am his boy and that his parents wouldn’t mind me staying once they knew how important I am to him. I thanked Master over and over again for allowing me to go with him and told him I’d be on my best behaviour. “You always are” came his response, he said his parents sort of knew but didn’t fully understand that he owns fags and that I didn’t need to hide it from them, just be respectful.

The next morning I got up early and made Master his breakfast, as usual, and brought it to him in bed. I made pancakes with syrup and fresh fruit with some cereal, orange juice and tea. Master doesn’t always eat everything but I make sure he always has choice so that he can have whatever he feels like that day. He enjoyed his breakfast and fed me some of the fruit and pancakes, Master is very generous is you’re well behaved, and let me lick up the syrup that had dripped on his chest. He told me to go and get showered whilst he did the same and be ready to leave to go to his parents by 10am.

When I got back from showering, I asked Master if I should clear up the breakfast stuff but he told me to leave it for Dean and Calum to sort out when they arrived to take care of their usual tasks around the house. Instead he lead me to the spare bedroom (technically Master allowed me to have this room as my own when he invited me to be his live in faggot, but I virtually always sleep in Master’s room or bed with him) and told me he wanted to pick out some things for me to wear over the weekend.

Master picked out his favourite pair of Jeans for me to wear (he says they show my ass of the best) and one of his own oversized (on me) sweatshirts. He says he finds it cute that I look so small in his clothes, he found that out by accident when one of Master’s friends accidentally spilt a drink on me at the bar and my top was soaked through Master gave me his hoody to wear. He told me I could pick whatever other clothes I wanted to bring. Master told me he wanted me to wear my ‘special’ underwear over the weekend. A few weeks after Master first claimed me as his faggot, I bought some lacy/sexy underwear and ‘lingerie’ type things to suprise him. I waited for him to come home in the living room, when he did he asked if I was into sissy stuff…I told him I wasn’t I just thought I looked good and wanted to show him. Master likes it when I tease, he just laughed and fucked me right then and there. Since then, the lacy underwear etc…has been a favourite of his.

Once Master had picked my clothes he took out one of my butt plugs (Master likes to send us to out to work or the shops with his cum still inside us sometimes, so he bought us butt plugs to help us keep his load in) and told me he wanted to load me up and plug me before we set off. Master told me to get on the bed and then he fucked his load into my hole and plugged me immediately before telling me to get dressed and head down to the car.

On the drive Master chatted with me about how I was doing, he asked about Dean and Calum (both confide in me often) and told me a bit more about his parents. Except for a brief introduction at the funeral, I’d never met them before but Master told me that he wanted to introduce me to them properly. When we arrived, Master invited me in and reminded me that I shouldn’t hide who I am but to make sure I was respectful around his family and in their house. He greeted his parents and introduced me to them, telling them my name and that I am “someone very special to him”. Master’s father asked if I was his boyfriend, Master chuckled and said “something like that, yeah” and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck (one of Master’s favourite subtle reminders of his dominance in social situations).

Both of Master’s parents welcomed me and told me to make myself at home, Master told me to go upstairs and start to pack away our bags telling me he’d be up in a minute. I did as I was instructed and a few minutes later Master came upstairs and told me that I’d made a good impression and both his parents seemed to like me. The rest of the day went by normally, Master was enjoying spending time with his parents and both if them made sure to include me in conversations. I tried, wherever possible, to still be useful to Master by offering to bring snacks, make tea etc… without overstepping my place in his parents’ house. That evening Master’s parents suggested we all go out for Dinner.

When we got to the restaurant I offered to pay for everyone’s food, Master’s parents initially refused and said it wasn’t necessary, but I insisted and told them it was the least I could do to thank them for being so hospitable. It was a lovely evening, Master’s parents asked me about myself a lot (what I did for a living, how long I’d ‘been with’ their son etc…) I kept glancing at Master to make sure I wasn’t overstepping but he kept encouraging me to speak freely. Master told them how helpful and supportive I had been over the last few months and his parents said they were glad he’d “found someone to take care of you” at which point both me and Master shared a small glance and chuckle. Master responded with a laugh “Oh, you don’t know the half of it”.

The next morning, I woke up early (force of habit) but didn’t feel comfortable going down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Master. When Master woke up I explained to him why I hadn’t brought his breakfast and he told me I’d done the right thing. We chatted quietly in bed for a while, Master told me he proud he was of how I’d handled myself the day before and that he was very impressed with my efforts (even the small things) to continue to make myself useful and serve him.

Before we got up, Master had me take care of his morning wood. He found it very amusing watching me trying to deep throat him without being too loud and disturbing his parents in the next room. Eventually I was rewarded with Master’s hot, big load down my throat before we showered together (me washing Master’s glorious body). Master told me he wanted me to wear my special underwear under my clothes for the day, knowing that I would be dressed up like that under my clothes whilst spending the day with his parents excited me (which I’m sure I why Master ordered it).

Much of the morning passed normally. Around midday Master said he was going to make some lunch, of course I followed him to the kitchen, which I thought was unusual seeing as he’d normally just ask me to make him something but I figured he didn’t want to be too obvious whilst at his parents place. When the food was almost done he called his parents in to the kitchen table to eat, I served their plates and went back to the kitchen to finish off mine and Master’s food.

As I was plating up our food, Master came up behind me and slipped his hand down the back of my jeans, slipped aside my lacy underwear and slid his fingers into my hole. I totally wasn’t expecting it, especially not with his parents just the other side of the counter, and I gasped. Master’s Mum asked if I was alright, my brain was totally scrambled feeling Master teasing my hole I couldn’t find any words so I just nodded. Master pushed further into my hole and whispered “I can’t wait for desert” in my ear before taking his hand out my pants and holding his finger up for me to taste (I’m always douched and ready to go for him) and gave me a little wink. We went over to sit with his parents and ate our food, all whilst trying to hide how flustered I was which Master found very amusing.

That night we all watched a movie together, Master allowed me to cuddle up to him on the couch, before going to bed. Master watched as I undressed down to my underwear and then gestured for me to come over to him on the bed. He pulled me on top of him so that I was sat astride him and put his finger to his lips to tell me I needed to be quiet. Master told me to take off his boxers, as I did I could see he was already hard so I moved down and started to take care of his cock. Master put his hand on the back of my head and guided me down his shaft and held me there for a few seconds until I started to gag and then let me back up. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue and he let out a moan so I looked up at him raised my eyebrows and copied his gesture before by pressing my finger to my lips to tell him he needed to be quiet. Master loves it when I tease him back, he likes it when I’m bratty, as long as I don’t push it too far. He just smirked and invited me to move up again, whispering to me to sit on his cock. No sooner had I got into position, Master was thrusting full speed into my hole and I had to stifle my scream/moan.

Master just laughed at me, knowing he’d got me back for my little taunt. Eventually Master flipped me over and got on top, stuffed the boxers he’d been wearing into my mouth as a gag and fucked me missionary. My brain went into overload, seeing my powerful, god like Master above me, the smell and taste of his sweaty boxers, feeling him pound my hole and knowing that his parents were just in the next room was too much. I blew my load all over my chest without having even thought about my own dick, even through Master’s boxers I was moaning so much Master had to cover my mouth with his hand as he continued to plough me before pulling out and shooting his cum all over my chest and face. After a few minutes to catch our breath, Master removed his boxers from my mouth and fed me both his and my own load from his fingers. Afterwards we were so worn out didn’t even manage to get cleaned up, we feel asleep as we were covered in Master’s sweat and cum.

When we woke up yesterday I thanked Master for the night before. He told me I’d earned it for being so good over the weekend so far. We got up, showered together again and then went down for breakfast. I cooked breakfast for everyone and then Master suggested we go to the beach for the day before we had to leave in the evening. We spent most of the time at the beach just relaxing with Master’s parents before we went left that evening. Still not wanting to be to obvious, but still needing serve, I kept doing little things here and there for Master throughout the day. Paying for food and drinks, buying ice creams, applying and reapplying his sun cream etc… Before we left the beach we had fish and chips our evening meal, again I insisted I paid for everyone’s food, and then we returned to Master’s parents place for a quick shower, packed our bags and said goodbye before heading back to Master’s house. On the car ride back, Master told me he was glad he’d brought me along and that he was proud of me and impressed at how well I’d struck a balance between serving and subtlety. When we arrived back at Master’s house Dean and Calum had ensured the house was spotless, restocked the kitchen and left a note for Master telling him they hoped he’d enjoyed his weekend and that they would be ready to serve as soon as he needed them.

I can’t describe how amazing I feel Sam! Even before this weekend, Master had completed my life. I have true purpose in everything I do now. I work so that I can treat and look after my Master’s needs, I exercise so I can look good for Master and be fit enough to do whatever he asks, I study so that I can become a more skilled and useful faggot. In all things Master is present. I just feel so lucky to have been claimed and accepted by Master Ben and I know how hugely privileged I am to be his favoured faggot. I just hope I can do enough to justify the faith, care and time Master is investing in me.

I’m so sorry if this email is too long. I just wanted to share this incredible weekend with you and thank you for all you’ve done for my Master and, by extension, for me and my faggot brothers.

You can tell how much Master Ben loves testing the limits of his power (spoiler alert: he has no limits) and he enjoys watching his faggots struggle to handle each challenge.

Of course, Jack is definitely up to every challenge. I was once again blown away by Jack’s intuitive, natural deference to his Master while serving so perfectly. Paying for dinner was a beautiful touch. Making breakfast for the family was also a masterstroke. How could the family do anything except fall in love with their son’s lovely little faggot?

I just want Jack to serve as a glorious example of what is possible in service to a God Alpha. There is nothing more fulfilling for a faggot than being useful to a Man like Master Ben. You can hear the elation in Jack’s words. The best feeling in the world is looking into the eyes of a deeply pleased Alpha and knowing YOU were the one who pleased him!

I want to thank my dear brother Jack for taking the time to craft this detailed, inspirational post with such skill! Once again, Master Ben smiles approvingly!

This post is part of a thread following Ben, a young Alpha who is learning how to manipulate and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

This website is now home to at least four young (18-24 years old) God Alphas from different parts of the world that I have been covering for months now. At least three of them discovered the service and worship of faggots directly from this site, and the knowledge they gained here has not only transformed their lives, but also the lives of the faggots they have come to own.

All of their stories are unique in their own way, but all of them share one quality: a need to take complete ownership of a Kingdom of faggots and ascend to Godhood.

Nobody has outpaced Master Ben in this pursuit so far. He’s taken ownership of at least three faggots and continues to seek more. But, as we will see in this update, he’s used his access to wealth to start laying the foundation for true supremacy.

I’ve moved out of my old place (rented) and bought my first house. I have very big plans for this place going forwards. It’s much bigger than my old place, spread across three floors plus a large basement, and is ideal for my needs (for now). 

The top floor is currently being converted into my Master Suite complete with a much bigger master bedroom than my old place, a full sized bathroom (not a crappy, shoebox sized en suite) and dressing room. As I’ve discussed before, my interests go far beyond ‘vanilla’ sex so there’s also a separate ‘play’ room specifically for my more… adventurous interests. 

The middle floor is spare bedrooms and my office, and the ground floor is the standard living room/kitchen/garden etc… I’m also in the process of converting the basement from what is essentially a concrete cellar into a habitable space with the intention of creating small rooms and a bathroom for future live in faggots. 

I’ve already discussed the possibility of Dean and Calum joining Jack as my live in fags and both of them were enthusiastic about the idea. I told them that if they were to become my live in fags they’d need to hand over access to their bank accounts and let me manage the money for the house. 

I have a similar arrangement with Jack where I have full access to his bank accounts and manage all of his expenses. I transfer his portion of the rent (now mortgage) out of his bank each month and the majority of my non-essential purchases during the month come out of his account/on his card. I know exactly how much he makes, what his expenses are and basically have free reign of his disposable income (all with his consent, of course) whilst ensuring his non-negotiable expenses are all met in full. When Jack first raised the prospect of giving me full control of his finances he told me he wanted me to have full access to his accounts to be able to spend as I saw fit as he knew he’d always be looked after and it would mean he wouldn’t need to think about the financial side of things and could focus entirely on his service. 

Dean said he had no issues with handing over access to his accounts but Calum was more wary. I explained that initially, it would simply be a case of me having passwords/access and only transfering money relating to the household bills. I wouldn’t be changing passwords, locking people out of accounts etc… I explained that the arrangement I had with Jack wouldn’t be the same (at least initially) as the arrangements I would have with them. Over time I’d take more and more control as trust grew. Obviously, fags giving full access to their bank accounts is a much bigger step than simply having them hand over money at ATMs or paying for my food/purchases. I made sure they understood that I knew it was a big step and that nothing would happen without their prior knowledge until they were comfortable enough, as Jack now is, to let me take full control of their finances. Once I’d explained how I wanted it to work, progressing from simple access through to full control over time, Calum agreed as long as any changes would be discussed in advance. 

I’m not sure of exact timings (renovations + the fags current arrangements regarding their tenancies etc…) but it’s now pretty much agreed that in the near(ish) future all three primary fags will be live ins with their own area in the basement with me controlling the household finances initially and, probably, progressing to total control of their accounts. I think we’re all very excited about this new development, once they’re moved in and I’ve got the money side set up they will finally be fully owned by me…mind, body, accommodation and finances. 

Once I’d got all of mine and Jack’s things moved in to the new place, we had a big house warming party with family and friends. In the evening when family had gone home it was just me, my mates and the fags left. I’d invited Lewis and Matt along too, Joe couldn’t make it, so 5 out of my 6 main fags were there with me and my mates. We ended up going out together as a big group. We were all a bit drunk by that point and I’d told the fags that they could have some fun and told my mates they were fair game if they wanted it (mainly after seeing some of my mates eying them up day). 

We ended up going back the now infamous club where I’d found Matt and Lewis and where I’d had that amazing night weeks ago. It was another pretty awesome night, my and the lads were sat in our booth with the fags buying/serving our drinks, worshipping and making out for us etc… I’d told the fags and my mates that, for one night only, they could make use of each other how they pleased. The only rule was Jack was out of bounds, I don’t mind sharing most of my fags every now and then but Jack is mine and mine alone. Over the course of the night most of my mates had gotten a taste of at least one of the fags (usually more) and I’m sure the fags had gotten their fill of attention, I saw plenty of not so subtle trips to the bathroom/outdoor smoking areas etc…

As usual Jack managed to exceed expectations. He kept me in ecstasy all night, with his hands and tongue all over me, teasing and worshiping in full view of the club without even a hint of embarrassment or self-consciousness. I’d had my eye on one of the guys at the bar all night, he didn’t look like a stereotypical fag being tall, quite muscular, nice beard etc…and I would have quite happily fucked him fag or not. At some point, Jack must have seem me watching him at the bar and excused himself to go and get us some more drinks. When he came back, not only had he brought another round with him he’d brought me the guy I’d been eying up from the bar and introduced me as his Master, pointing out and introducing the other fags and mates in my entourage. 

Jack had literally brought me a new hole to fuck, so thoughtful. The guy introduced himself as Connor and started asking questions about the fags, how it worked, where I’d met them etc… Something about the way he was asking didn’t sit right, when straight guys or other (as yet uninitiated) Alphas ask these questions there’s an excitement and curiousity about them. In this case, he was more nervous and unsure than anything else. We kept the conversation going for a while, he offered to buy me a few drinks and then I just straight up asked him if he was interested in joining in the fun. He was definitely shocked by my directness but he didn’t push back or deny etc…very telling. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in and kissed him. 

He was very passive, clearly he was enjoying himself be he let me take the lead. I broke off the kiss and stood up, boner raging right in his eye line, and told him to follow me. I headed for the exit, he didn’t follow immediately but I knew he’d come. A few minutes later he emerged from the club and joined me in the smoking area and I led him round the back of the club to an ally, pulled out my cock and told him to get on his knees. I’d barely finished my sentence and he had his lips around my dick, I let him take it slow for a while and just leaned back against the wall and enjoyed. After a bit, I decided to pick up the pace and took hold of his hair and began to thrust into his throat. Clearly he was no stranger to taking dick because he barely gagged and took my whole cock without much persuading. Eventually I bust my load, most of it down his throat but a few drops were left on his lips/chin. He went to wipe it away but I grabbed his face by the cheeks and said ‘Don’t you dare…’

I made him follow me back into the club, my cum still decorating his face and took him back to the booth. We stayed for a while longer before we all decided to head home, we were all wasted by that point so we called a couple of taxis and we all just went back to my place, Connor included. Most of them crashed in the living room but I took Jack and Connor upstairs with me. I told Connor he could go get cleaned up in one of the bathrooms, Jack ended up on the bed with me getting his reward for an excellent nights service. When Connor came back Jack had stripped and was kissing and licking his way up my body while I stroked my cock. I gestured for Connor to come over and join in. It was almost comical seeing the two of them, side by side, worshiping me as Jack is this delicious little twink and Connor is a much bigger, more muscled Rugby lad build. Eventually, Jack ended up straddling me, riding my dick, and Connor was at the bottom of the bed with his tongue all over my feet. Once I’d nutted in Jack he climbed off me and I told Connor to clean us both up, he locked Jack’s hole clean before doing the same for my cock. The next thing I remember is waking up the in the morning, Jack snuggled up next to me on one side and Connor on the other side with my arm wrapped around him. 

Since then, Connor has become my newest owned fag. Despite his outward appearance, his size etc…he really is like an eager little puppy. So obedient and eager to please. Of course, I stuck with my tried an true method of breaking in/training faggots that I’ve used on all the others. Though, if I’m honest, Connor didn’t really need broken in he was a lot like Jack in the first few days in that he didn’t need broken or to be forced to acknowledge what he is…he already knew and was more than happy to admit ‘I am a faggot, Sir’ when asked. As usual, we repeated those initial training sessions a clue if times (when we were sober) but I didn’t see any need to prolong them as much as I did for Dean and Calum. So far, Connor has proven to be a worthy addition to my growing collection of faggots and he seems to have fit in well with the others (despite their obvious difference at face value). 

So yeah, a bit of an insight into the last few weeks. Too much has happened to really go into every little detail/interaction but suffice to say I’m very pleased with the things are progressing. 

First of all, the veritable three-story castle that Master Ben has purchased as his first home sounds mind-blowing, the perfect setting for his growing Kingdom of faggots. Previously, Master Ben only really had room for his primary faggot Jack. Now he has FLOORS that can hold multiple faggots that he can train into a perfect army under his complete control!

But then you read that account at the bar, and you again realize Master Ben’s true power. You might remember a very similar experience at the same bar a month or two ago, but this was an even more impressive display of God Alpha power. Here, Master Ben was even bending straight Men into positions of awe and worship! In the mob world, you can always spot the Godfather in the epicenter of a throng of adoring worshipers. That’s Master Ben these days, and even straight Alphas recognize this kind of overwhelming power.

I really want Alphas out there to think about Master Ben’s example, and then look inward. Alphas have access to unlimited power and the potential for realities where lesser Men have only dreams. Master Ben wants everything because he knows he deserves everything. There are no limits with him.

In mere months, so much has changed with Master Ben that he’s almost unrecognizable! And the best part: he is a young God Alpha with DECADES ahead of him! It is the absolute fulfillment of Hierarchical Truth!