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I’ve said before that I really prefer one fag at a time, but that sometimes I have more than one because of circumstances.  Like what is happening in my life right about now.

While there is a small gym in our condo building, I have convinced Josiah to buy me a membership at this fancy,upscale gym in the neighborhood,and I work out there 4-5 times a week.  This guy (I’ll call him Rich – rhymes with bitch) has been cruising me unmercifully for weeks.  Well, a few days ago, he hung around the locker room –musta been 30 minutes – until I finished my workout.  He struck up a conversation with me while we were showering and changing.  He commented on the state of my muscular development and my antennas went up.  We went out for coffee after the gym.  Then a couple days ago, he said he was going that night to one of the hottest clubs in town, that he knew the bouncer and always got in and did I want to go.  Of course I did.  His car and driver picked me up that night and we went downtown to the club.

I had never been there and the place was hot.  Rich was right, we cruised right in past the waiting line of wannabes.  I drank a couple of $20 beers and then switched to $10 waters.  I passed on the coke in the Men’s room.  Rich and I picked up a couple of awesome chicks, and we took them back to Rich’s penthouse condo with spectacular city views. 

i fucked one and Rich went after the other but I could tell that she was unsatisfied, So after chick No. 1 had her orgasm, I gave an orgasm to chick No. 2.  Rich stood by in awe, and then asked if he could eat my load out of her twat. 

“Go for it.”  I said.  And Rich did, with a vengeance.

Rich texted me the next morning, asking if I wanted to do the whole routine again.  I texted back that Rich should consider eliminating the middle man (or middle women as it were) and take my load straight from the source.  “Really” he responded by text.  “As a matter of fact,” I texted back, “why not come over to my office now for a load.”   Robert, my secretary, announced Rich’s arrival ten minutes later.  That was Rich’s first load of the day.  I texted him directing him to come back to my office mid-afternoon, and Rich again was there within 10 minutes.  Robert was bemused; he knows me (and my cock as well).  Rich took me out to an expensive dinner that night after which we went back to Rich’s penthouse and Rich got loads three and four of the day. 

This morning Rich texted me asking if he could stop by my office at 10:00.  I texted back that I’ll let him know if and when he can come over.  Can’t let a fag get pushy.   But Rich is, well, rich – fucking loaded.  And pretty soon those loads are gonna start costing him – big time.

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I don’t think that my fag roommate Goeff set out to be the freshman class whore, but I knew from the first day on campus that the fag was not a virgin when it came to sucking cock.  And it was clear, after only a few days that the fag really worshiped me and would do most anything to please me, once he understood that pleasing me was the road to getting at my cock. 

So, there was potential there.  And to be honest, the possibility of taking over the fags life and turning the fag into a cock-hound and cum-whore was making me fucking hard,   It was a gradual process.  Well not so gradual, but incremental.  Things moved pretty fast.  I wrote the other day about our suite-mate Jeff discovering me drilling the fag’s ass in the shower, and how before the day was out, Jeff also was fucking the fag.  i quickly brought Jeff’s roommate, our other suite-mate into the action.  Two weeks into the semester, the fag was servicing three men, and loving every minute of it.. 

Then, even though baseball season was in the Spring, the guys on the baseball team still had to work out every day.  So I started bringing a couple of guys from the team back to the room after practice.  My fag learned quickly, that he better be there in the room and prepared to service man cock when our workouts were over, so the fag started skipping his chemistry lab just to make sure he was prepared and available for our use.  Then I could see that a couple of the guys on the team were probably going to have trouble maintaining academic eligibility, so I sent the fag to their classes, to take notes for them and ultimately, to take exams for them.  That meant that the fag had to skip even more of his classes, but the fag was learning that he was not there to advance his own education.  He was there for another, more immediate purpose. 

Other guys who worked out with us at the gym learned of the fag and his service to freshmen mankind and started coming over. to be serviced.  I made it clear to the fag what my expectations were.  I took great joy in spreading the word among my friends about my creation and the fag developed a reputation around campus.  The bitch couldn’t go anywhere without being called upon to service cock.  A jock would encounter the fag in the library and pull him into the men’s room to have his dick sucked.  The fag would get pulled out of line at the coffee shop in the student center so he could give head to some guy he didn’t even know. But he did so willingly because he knew that if he refused, word would get back to me and that I would be fucking pissed.  And I kept bringing guys around to our room.  In addition to all that cock sucking, by the end of the semester, the fag was getting fucked maybe 5-6 times a day (and not by me.  I was no longer interested in fucking that loose hole).  But the fag never gave up on trying to please me and to win my cock back into his life.

By the end of the first semester, the fag was constantly walking around in a daze, with cum dripping from his ass and half the time with a cock in his mouth.  He was the freshman class whore – and on academic probation to boot.  But as I mentioned, by this time it was clear to the fag that he was not at university to learn; that he had a different purpose.  It was easy to finish the bitch off in the second semester.  I pledged a fraternity and introduced my frat brothers to the whore living in my dorm room.  The rest is history.  By the end of the freshman year, fag Goeff was kicked out of school, an academic failure.  i never saw or heard from the bitch again.  .

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i wrote the other day about Goeff, my fag roommate my freshman year at college.  Turns out fag was a jock – of sorts.  he ran cross-country in high school, but was too much of a wimp to try out for the track team in college.  But when i learned that the fag was a runner, i made the bitch get up every morning and run 10 miles with me,  Most days, i would end the run by fucking the bitch’s brains out.  Generally, the fucking occurred in our room, but sometimes it was in the shower in the little bathroom that we shared with the two guys in the room next door.  One day one of the guys next door (also named Jeff, but spelled right) came into the bathroom and came upon me drilling Goeff’s ass.  

“What the fuck!” Jeff exclaimed.

“Dude, it’s okay,” I said.  “He’s my fag, loves being fucked.  He’s like a bitch in heat.  You should try it.”

Well, Jeff didn’t just then.  Too surprised, I would guess.  But that night, he came into my room through the bathroom that separated our rooms and after beating around the bush for only a few minutes asked if he could use my fag. 

“Sure,” I said.  “The room is yours and the fag is yours.  I got a date with this awesome girl from my English Lit class.”

The fag just looked up at me with a pleading, desperate look in his eyes, but i just turned my back and walked out of the room.  And so, Goeff was started  on the road to becoming freshman class whore.  

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I am not a fan of violence.  I believe that a good mind-fucking is far more effective in keeping a fag in its place than a beating.  But once in a while a beating is helpful in reminding a fag that it is stepping out of line.

Take my current fag, Josiah Sinclair III (not his real name; see below).  I’ve been living in Josiah’s apartment (well, nominally, it’s Josiah’s apartment) for several months now.  I sleep in the Master bedroom, Josiah sleeps on the floor in the smaller guest bedroom, since the bitch is no longer allowed to use the furniture.  Josiah has bought me this huge flat screen TV, and nice lounge furniture so that I can watch the games and his grand piano and fancy antique furniture has been sent somewhere (def not in the apartment any more).  Josiah understands that if he wants me to stay, he’s got to make the place comfortable for me.  And Josiah really, really wants me to stay. 

Josiah has been very accommodating to my needs and has been pretty good in anticipating my needs and desires.  The bitch has gone a long way in making the sacrifices I expect so that I will continue to allow him to serve.  One area where Josiah has def fallen off the track, however, is girls.  I bring women home sometimes 4-5 nights a week and Josiah resents the hell out of it.  The all night frolicking and fucking, the ladies moaning in orgastic delight, the sight of a woman struggling to deep throat me (a skill Josiah has finally mastered), drives Josiah off the deep end.  He’s jealous, nervous, envious, neurotic – I don’t know.

The other day the fag had the nerve to complain to me about bringing women back to the apartment.  I was stunned by his complaint.  I don’t know what the fuck Josiah was expecting.  Why should I fuck a chick in her cramped apartment (with her roommate hanging around or sent out to walk the dog or to hang out at Starbucks until we are done), when I can bring her back to my beautiful, comfortable place and take all the time I want.

So, I fucking beat the shit out of Josiah.  I pounded his ass for a good ten minutes, all the time telling him that I’ll bring home who the fuck I want, when the fuck I want, and do what the fuck I want in the apartment.  And if he didn’t like it, it was just the fuck too bad.   The bitch immediately started back-peddling and apologizing, but I continued the beating until I was sure he understood.

So Josiah went off to work yesterday dressed in his suit and tie, with an awesome black eye and bruises all over his body, including bruises visible on his neck and face.  Josiah is a banker or a lawyer or something like that.   When he came back from work last night, it was with a nice Rolex watch for me.

I’m pretty sure things with Josiah are squared away for now.

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Sometimes it takes a while to bring out the fag in a guy, especially when the bitch did not know he was a fag, or a more serious challenge, when the guy has been suppressing his fagdom – trying to convince himself that he was not a fag – for years.

But my roommate my freshman year at college was instant fag.  I could tell when I first walked into the tiny dorm room we had been assigned.  I think his name was Goeff, but honestly, from the very first day I called the bitch nothing but fag.  I didn’t go straight to the room upon registering.  Instead, I went over to the gym to talk with the baseball coach about my scholarship and shit.  So Goeff had pretty much set up his stuff and was relaxing, stretched out on the bottom bunk when I got to the room.  I was wearing spandex biker-type shorts, flip-flops and a sleeveless Under Armour tee shirt.  Goeff’s eyes just about popped out of his head as he sprung out of bed extending a hand to introduce himself.  I suspected that my roomie was going to be my fag.  So I tested this out.  I ignored his outstretched hand, and interrupted him as he tried to tell me his name.  I wasn’t at all interested in the bitch’s name.

“You’re on my bed.  You get the top bunk.”  I’m not usually an asshole, but the situation called for this now.

He hesitated for a moment, and then said “Oh sorry.  I’ll switch now.”

He started to unmake the bottom bunk and make up the top bunk.  I stopped him.

You’ll want to switch mattresses too.  You already laid out on the  bottom mattress, so that mattress is yours now.“

So, the bitch unmade the mattress on the top bunk and struggled with the mattresses.  I just sat on one of the desk chairs, my muscular legs spread and my junk on display through the spandex shorts.  Roomie kept glancing over in my direction.  He was sweating.  We were off to an awesome start.  As soon as he finished making up his bed I said,

“Help me get my shit out of the car.”  And he did. 

Once we got some of my stuff up to the room, I suggested that he could make up my bed since he had done such a good job on his own, which he did.  He also set up my computer, and I commandeered most of his desk for my electronic gear.  He said he didn’t mind since he liked to study in bed.  

“You got a car?” I asked.  He said he had his mom’s minivan for a few days, then he would have to return it home. 

“Perfect.” I said.  “There’s not a whole lot of room for stuff in the Porsche, as you could see.  I got a couple of boxes at UPS.  Could you drive me down so we can pick them up.”  It wasn’t intended as a question or a request.  The bitch understood.  “Of course.”

Walter had shipped up two pretty good-sized boxes of clothes, and bless his fag heart, had included a wallet that had a picture of him and me at the beach and a credit card.  When we got the boxes back to the dorm room and unpacked, there was not enough room in the closet for all of my clothes, not to mention all the boots and shoes that Walter doted on buying me and then worshiping, so I took over most of Goeff’s closet as well.  He said he didn’t mind as he folded his clothes and stacked them neatly in the corner.

I rewarded Goeff’s help by taking the bitch out to dinner at an off-campus restaurant.  We put the top down on the Porsche.  I also offered to drive home with Goeff over the weekend when he returned his mom’s minivan, and drive him back to campus.  The fag just about creamed His pants. 

That (Goeff creaming his jeans) actually came later that evening.  I stepped out of the shower in the bathroom we shared with the two guys in the room next door, and strode into the room naked as I toweled myself off.  Goeff just sighed.

“You like to suck dick, fag?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Yes Sir, you mean,” I corrected.

“Yes Sir, i sure do.”

“The go for it.”

Geoff got down on his knees and reached for my muscular thighs.

“No hands,” I corrected.  “Hands behind your back whenever you’re servicing me.” 

He complied, and went to work on my dick.  I could tell Goeff had had some considerable experience.  After a while I grabbed his head with both hands and thrust my dick deep into his throat which opened up nicely and I skull fucked the bitch.  He blew his load, without touching himself, just about the same time I shot about 6 or 7 searing blasts of my cum directly into the fag’s stomach.  The tone of my first year at college (which also was, as things turned out, Goeff’s last year at college – but that’s a story for a different time) was cast.

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I learned early on, when I was still in high school, that fags NEED to worship real men, that they NEED to humiliate and debase themselves, they NEED to sacrifice.  When a fag sucks my cock in public, like at a party or someplace, it is as much about giving me his self esteem as it is about giving me head. 

The bitch NEEDS to sacrifice and I deny him fulfillment of that need if I thank him or in any way show the bitch appreciation.  Giving me head, getting fucked by me, just being in my presence is the reward the fag seeks.  He understands that he is giving me only what i am entitled to by my natural state as a true Alpha.  I ruin it for the fag if I thank him, if I even acknowledge his submission or even his presence. 

Gifts are the same way.  They begin to count for the fag when they begin to put a strain on his resources – when they are more than he can afford, or when he gives me something extremely important to him personally – like his own courtside season basketball tickets.  The fag gives me these things because (1) he understands that i am entitled to them, and (2) because he gets fucking hard just giving me such gifts.  I ruin it for him if I even say “thanks.”

A fag once took me to a basketball game and we had awesome courtside seats, second row.  I complimented the bitch on the seats and so he gave me his season pass.  I took one awesome girl after another to the basketball games for about a month.  Then one of my dates had to back out – she was on a photo shoot in the Islands somewhere.  So at the last minute I called the fag and asked him if he wanted to go the game with me.  He had some dinner appointment for his business, but he rearranged everything so he could go to the game with me.  His car and driver picked me up and we went to the game,  As we entered the arena, I ran into an old college bud and we started talking.  The fag stood off to the side.  As game time approached, I invited my bud to sit with me and gave the fag my bud’s tickets in the nosebleed section.  I told the fag to stop by from time to time to see if we needed anything.  The bitch did – about 6 times during the game.  He spent more time going up and down stairs than watching the game.  But I know that the bitch was so thrilled to be with me that it probably was the best time at a basketball game he ever had.

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Ever since high school, I have been fascinated by the power i have over fags.  I didn’t seek this out, but once I recognized that I had this effect on fags, I have to admit that I get fucking hard dominating fags.

This is especially so when I come across a guy who has not yet realized what he is, and who I have to bring into the realization of what he is and what his purpose in life is.

They are so innocent.  They delude themselves into thinking that they are just like real men.  But i can spot a fag a mile away – the longing glances at my crotch, the hungry look in his eyes, the nervousness when I approach, or even look in his direction.

I remember once in high school, this student teacher, Mr. Huff, was taking over our English class.  He was still finishing college, getting his Education degree.  He was teaching the class about King Lear but his eyes were on me all of the time.  After about a week, I encountered Mr. Huff in the cafeteria one day.  He was sort of standing along the wall, monitoring (I guess it’s called).  But his eyes were riveted on me.  I finished my lunch and left my tray of dirty dishes on the table – an absolute no-no, we were supposed to bring our trays to the conveyer belt that led to the dishwashers.  As I approached the door, Mr. Huff approached me, but before he could say anything, I said, “Take care of my dirty dishes.  But before you do that, finish what I left on my plate.”  He looked at me, and said nothing but went over to the table where I had been sitting, sat down, and picked up the fork I had been using and ate the rest of the food I had left on my plate.  I stood watching from the edge of the room and just about creamed my jeans. 

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My current fag is Josiah H.E. Sinclair, III. (That’s not his real name, but his real name has a Roman Numeral behind it and is just as waspy.  I’m just trying to protect the guilty here.)  In any event, I’ve been living in Josiah’s apartment for about 8 months now.  Josiah had been cruising me for weeks at a local coffee shop and when we finally struck up a conversation, I told him that i was looking for an apartment.  He said one was available in his building and that he would get the superintendent to show it to me.  But when I went to see the apartment  I told Josiah that I liked his better, and that I’d be just as happy moving into his place, which was, as it turned out, the most spacious apartment in the building. 

Well, following my usual practice it didn’t take more than a few days before I was sleeping in Josiah’s bedroom, and Josiah was sleeping in the guest room.  Within weeks I had imposed a number of other restrictions on Josiah’s use of the apartment and its furniture and equipment.  Josiah was disarmed and disoriented in his own apartment; although in a practical sense, it has become my apartment.  It is Josiah’s only in the sense that he pays the rent and he takes care of cleaning it and stocking the refrigerator. 

But Josiah is happier than a pig in shit nonetheless because Josiah loves sucking my cock and he swoons over the taste of my cum.  Josiah will do anything for my cum, including sucking it out of the cunts of the various girl friends i bring home.

One of his favorites is the lovely and extremely sexy Taylor, a blond fashion model.  A few weeks ago while he was lapping up a load of my jizz from Taylor’s voluptuous pussy, Josiah overheard Taylor telling me that her best girlfriend was getting married in Paris and how she really would like to go to the wedding.  After I put Taylor in a cab that night, Josiah pleaded with me to let him pay for a trip to Paris so that I could take Taylor to her friend’s wedding.  Reluctantly (!) I agreed. So Josiah has arranged for First Class air tickets, a suite at the Ritz in Paris, a car and driver for the three days we will be there.  And, yet another custom tuxedo for me (my third now since high school prom).

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Even after our first dinner “date” walter continued to show up at my baseball games for the rest of the season.  That summer i arranged to play in an amateur industrial league – a baseball league that was made up of guys who worked at various factories.  The factory teams played each other.  i was a ringer – too young actually to be employed in our state, but not too young to play in the league- sort of a loophole in the rules.  But it enabled me to keep my skills up and maintain my amateur status.

walter started showing up at those games as well.  After every game walter would hang around and take me to dinner – not always high class restaurants; sometimes just diners where i could go in my shorts and wife-beater. On one of those dinner “dates” we went back to walter’s place afterwards and watched some TV and played on a new Wii that he had bought.  It was well after 11:30 when walter finally drove me home.  The next date, he asked if my parents were upset that I came home so late.  i told him that they were poised and made a real scene.  (In actuality, the ‘rents couldn’t give a shit when I came home or where I was.  On that night, they didn’t even know that i wasn’t home.)  walter probed and I played it up big.  I said that there was a scene and my mom and dad were going to impose a curfew.  walter ate it up.

“If things are so bad at home, why don’t you move out?”  He asked.

“Where would i go?”

“Well, you could move in with me.

“Really!!  That would be cool.”

And so that night I went home with walter.  The next morning, i said that i needed to go back home to pick up my stuff.  walter said that i probably shouldn’t; that my parents would try to keep me there of call the cops.  (How little walter knew about my parents.  The only reason they hadn’t already rented out my room was because it hadn’t yet clicked on them that i was not living there anymore.)

walter insisted that he would buy me new clothes, and he took me shopping.  i picked out only the most expensive sports clothes, underarmour tees and shorts, high end nike basketball shoes and baseball cleats.  walter was grinning from ear to ear as he pulled out his credit card.  Then he took me to the mens department  and bought me a $3000 Armani suit (although where he thought I would wear such a thing, I just don’t know) expensive slacks, custom fitted dress shirts, and neckties.  (Fucking neckties cost like $200 each – amazing!).

We went home and walter arranged all of my new clothes in the closet in the second bedroom.  After about three days i went to walter and told him that I felt weird sleeping in the second bedroom that was made up as a shrine to me. 

“You need to sleep in the shrine,” I said.

“You need to move your stuff into the shrine room, and move my stuff into the bedroom,” I ordered.  “Don’t you think that is more appropriate?”

Of course, walter knew that the only possible answer to that was “yes.”

“And change the sheets on the king size bed.”

walter’s life as my fag was only beginning.

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I played baseball in high school (shortstop -batted third, and pretty good – started all four years).  Baseball is a great game, requiring skill, intelligence and real athleticism.  But it is not a sexy, spectator-attracting sport like football or basketball.  We generally played with only a sprinkling of fans, moms, dads (although not my mom or dad – they were totally uninterested), girl friends, in the stands.  No cheerleaders, no rah rah, no pom poms. 

But my Sophomore year I noticed this guy was always in the stands – sort of off to a side, not with anyone.  Late 20s, maybe early 30s, kinda nerdy.  Too young to be a dad, too old to be an older brother.  And he seemed to be focusing on me a lot.  He was at every home game and pretty soon he started to show up at away games.  I started to wink at him at the end of each inning when I came back into the dugout or when I went into the “on deck” circle before batting.  I hit a home run with two men on base in the bottom of the 9th inning to win the game once, and as I rounded third I doffed my batter’s helmet in his direction.  After that game, he was waiting for me as I left the locker room after showering and changing into cargo shorts, a wife-beater and flip flops, my usual street wear that year.  

“I know you hit that home run for me, Jake” he said. 

“No,” I responded, although surprised that=at he actually knew my name.  “We needed to win the game.”

“Still, an effort like that takes a lot out of a boy.  Let me buy you a steak dinner.  You deserve it.”

What the fuck, I thought to myself.  Either home for dinner for tuna casserole with my mom and dad who could give a shit about my home run.  Or steak dinner with this guy who is a fan.

“Sure,” I said.

“I think you look great in those shorts and shirt Jake, but I don’t think they’ll let you into Mortons wearing that outfit.  Do you have anything else to wear?”

“Nope, all the stuff in my locker is dirty and smelly.” 

He kinda sighed at that prospect, but said, “Well, we’ll just have to get you something to wear.” 

And fuck if we didn’t stop at the mall and he bought me a pair of $300 designer jeans that looked like they had been painted on me,  and a $100 designer tee shirt.  And some expensive cowboy-style boots.  (He really, really liked those boots.)

And when we stepped into Mortons that evening, I noticed that the place went silent.  And I know instinctively that the silence wasn’t for the dude, Walter. 

Walter was literally panting for breath as he tried to order.  So I took over and ordered for him.  I know he was grateful.  Over dinner Walter gushed about what a great athlete I was, how much he admired my skill as a ball player, how he thought i was the best looking guy on the team.  He subtly (well, he tried for subtle, but he was not) speculated that I had the biggest cock in the locker room.  My ears perked up at that.  “How’d you know?” I teased.  (Actually, I did.  Bigger than any of the players, any of the coaches.  longer, fatter. and I was only 15.)  Walter just about keeled over with excitement.   “Would you like to come back to my place?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t know.  I got some homework to do.” 

Well, after a little back and forth I agreed to go back to his place for a while.  (The nice part about having parents who don’t give a shit about you is that you can change plans easily and not even show up and they don’t even miss you.)  We went back to Walter’s luxury condo, and don’t you know that fucking Walter had shrine to me in his second bedroom.  Newspaper clippings about my playing, photos that someone (Walter probably) had snapped surreptitiously, a team hat and a ball that Walter claims was my first homer of the season. 

We sat around, chatting for a while and then I asked Walter to take me home.   He suggested that since it was late (all of 9:30) I should stay the night, but I insisted on going home.  On the way home though, in Walter’s 7 series Beamer I did say that I had a good time.  I specifically did NOT thank Walter however.  But what was left hanging out there was the suggestion (unspoken) that we should do it again.

That was all Walter needed.  We did it again, and again and over the course of some weeks, Walter became my first fag.  It proved to be an education for me – and for Walter.

For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

At the urging of some of my buds, I am starting this blog to set out my theory and practices in how a real man uses his fags.  A man understands that fags are put on Earth to serve men such as themselves.  A Real Man knows this, understands this and accepts the worshipful service of fags as his natural due.  

Even as a boy, i understood certain things.  I knew that I was a superior guy, a natural athlete and that I was born to succeed in life.  I understood that most guys around me were inferior, and that they could find fulfillment and purpose in their lives by serving men such as me.  I came to realize, early on, that this is the natural order of things – that some men are superior, and that others are born to serve Superior Men; that they NEED to serve Superior Men. 

My first experience in commanding the respect and service of fags was when I was in high school.  I learned that some men just simply needed to give me things and to worship my body; that it gave them deep satisfaction to sacrifice for me.  And I learned that sometimes a Man just can’t have all of his sexual needs served.  The girl may be having her period or sick or tired or otherwise unwilling.  Such a girl rarely gets a second date, but still, the Man’s needs are unmet.  That’s when the fag comes in so handy.  And fags are so willing.  A Man can call them at the last minute, in the middle of the night, or while they are in the midst of doing something that the believe is important to them.  Nonetheless, the fag will drop everything, and brave the gloom of night or awful weather to come to me and service my needs.  And the fag will be grateful.

From that realization, it was only a short step to being aggressive and affirmative in manipulating fags, mind-fucking them, and putting them in the context of their place in the real world.  I see this not so much as controlling them as in giving their miserable lives meaning and purpose.  I see this is my gift to fagdom.

In this blog, I will discuss my experiences in using and manipulating fags, and in enriching my life through their service.  I will discuss some of my past experiences and whatsis going on in my life right now.  I don’t think that I know it all, and I certainly am willing to learn from Men with greater experience.  But i do think I have something to offer other Real Men who understand and are comfortable with their superiority.

About me:  I’m now 22 years old, college grad and professionally employed, about 6 feet tall, firm, muscular body of an athlete (which I am).  Naturally smooth.  Jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, impressively hung and insatiably horny.

I’ll also post pics that I find on the web or in other Tumblrs.  I’ll try to avoid the cute captions.

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been more than six months since we last heard from Titouan, the young French faggot. When we last heard from him, he was serving three straight Alphas from his school while they were all on vacation together.

Being a houseboy/faggot for a bunch of straight high school Alphas seems like the greatest dream come true of all time, but little Titouan was just getting warmed up! While on that vacation Titouan met an older married Alpha who wanted a little faggot cocksucker on the side (you know how the French are!).

So began Titouan’s service to this respectable older Alpha.

When I heard back from Titouan, I was pleasantly surprised to hear that he was still in service to both his high school Alphas as well as this older Master.

Here’s Titouan’s update:

First maybe you remember last summer I went to south France with other boys, also young but straight Alphas and I had to serve them. Two of them are still in same high school as me near Paris and some days they want me to serve them. I hope we can again spend some holiday together, perhaps next April, would be great if they use me again as their houseboy.     

I also get used to go to a French gay net site called “les pompeurs” (the cocksuckers) where guys who want to suck and those wishing to be sucked can chat etc… There I received lots of messages, it seems because 18 y o twink. I answered often no. Until in December I met on this site the mature Alpha I had seen at swimming pool last June (a previous message on your site about this). He wanted me again. He is straight male but loves boys like me. We saw each other when his family and job + my own obligations made it possible. Now he wants me to be his young cocksucker, very discreetly, on Thursdays end of afternoon, a moment when he can be free and a day I finish early high school. He’s very dominant, it’s what I need, to be young fag of a straight mature Alpha. The rule is He as real man has right to use a boy like me for his pleasure. He wants me to lick his body, his balls, his ass, and suck his big dick until he cums. Also slaps me a little (not hard), calls me petite pédale (little fag) or similar names. He accepts I suck the Alpha boys my age when they want. But apart from that, demands my chastity, being sucked by anybody is forbidden to me, and not allowed to touch myself.  I feel I have to show respect to the superior men and boys and suppose it’s a fair rule that pleasure of being licked and sucked is only for them ?    

For same reason of hierarchy, I’m ordered to go on wearing only boyish whities. Happens I’m laughed at in sport lockerroom or pool showers by some other boys, because of that and of my small dick, as they have big bulge in virile briefs, it’s humiliating but also exciting and I know they’re right.   

I join pic of me + pic my straight mature Alpha sent to me last week.  Translation of what he writes on side of pic:   “hurry on telling me your high school schedule for 2d term [starts Jan.] so we can fix when we meet on days I don’t have my family.  Your duty is to come to lick me everywhere and make me cum into your little fag mouth. And for you it’s chastity, got it boy?”

Here’s that pic:

This mature Alpha seems like the perfect Master for Titouan! He’s also a giant piece of Alpha beef!

Sweet little Titouan works tirelessly to fulfill the purpose burning within him, and I’m so proud to call him my brother!

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My little fag brother Titouan is still on vacation in southern France with his three straight Alphas. It seems like they’ve been gone a month.

Titouan took a few minutes out of his packed service schedule for an update:

It’s night 2am here in France. Guess what I had to do until thirty minutes ago. Tonight Rachid was out with a teengirl he met on beach, I had to suck Alex (the teenboy on the pic in white speedo), then Tamim wanted me to lick his balls then his ass then to suck his big dick until he came into my mouth. He as another teen Alpha loves to use me his pédale (fag) and has such big pleasure.

At beginning I asked respectfully if he could remove my chastity, he said no and (i translate from french) “pleasure is reserved for real boys with big dicks like Alex Rachid and me, and is not for little fags with nothing in their briefs”, and although very frustrating and humiliating to hear this again, I know and agree he’s right.

Now Rachid and Tamim are asleep after having emptied their balls as Alpha teenboys having used their fair rights.

I go to bed. Tomorrow saturday morning I know I’ll have to clean bathroom, bring them their breakfast, then clean their sneakers, wash their socks and their sexy manly briefs. I love so much to be their houseboy and cumdump.

Oh, to be a young, cute faggot slave to three horny straight Alphas! These three Alphas really have embraced Hierarchy fully, easily accepting the truth of what they deserve from faggots like Titouan.

And as for Titouan, every day brings a new service challenge as his three young Master push his boundaries! I love that they refused to let him out of chastity. They understand what’s best for their faggot, so they remain steadfast despite his complaints.

That’s why they’re Masters!

Lovely little Titouan has been on a long vacation in southern France with his three straight teen Masters, Tamim, Alex, and Rachid. The entire purpose of the vacation seems to be for the three Alphas to hang out on the beach and then use their faggot without any encumbrances. Of course, this would be something brand new to Titouan, but it would be a nice opportunity to understand how to serve a group of young Alphas alone without distraction.

So Titouan wrote to me while still at his beachfront villa.

Hi from southern seaside of Fr. As you know I’m here with others 17-18 y.o. of my high school =  Alphaboys Tamim, Alex and Rachid. 

So good to be their houseboy. Not up to such boys to do anything (except they buy the food). So exciting every morning I have to clean the bedroom and bathroom. They go to beach usually at about 9.30 am, leaving clothes on bed or on floor after their showers, I pick them up then to do hand washing, the next day I do ironing.   In afternoon I can go to beach with them but have to keep low profile there. They call me “pédale” (= fag). When we come back home, one or two of them usually love to use me as their cocksucker. Tamim fucked me yesterday then finished in my mouth. It’s incredibly exciting to serve them after having spent hours at beach seeing them in their bulging speedos (pic). They get huge pleasure they deserve. 

It sounds like Titouan is getting a proper workout! And these three Alphas are definitely flexing, openly calling Titouan a faggot in public and treating him like their little slave.

But then Titouan said something mildly annoying:

A question :   They say it would be correct to put me chastity device (I have a little one – bought when was with a mature man weeks ago – but did not wear it since we arrived) on what they call my pathetic little dick. At least when alone at home on mornings, possibly also on afternoon as wd not be visible under my long and loose boyish swimwear.   I think it could be quite frustrating  but exciting and making me feel even more their superiority .      Do you think it wd be correct and good for me to accept  this, or not ? 

Ugh. How can this even be a question? OF COURSE these young Alphas want to see their faggot in chastity at all times! Why would a faggot bring its chastity cage on vacation and not wear it for the Alphas it’s serving?

So I jumped Titouan’s ass a little bit about this lapse in etiquette.

OK I’ll do that , u are right.   

Tamim said me tonight “tu dois rester chaste, pédale, surtout avec ta mini bite de gamin. Le plaisir est réservé aux vrais mecs comme nous”  =  “you must stay in chastity, faggot, with your little boy’s tiny dick. Pleasure is reserved for real males like us”.       After hearing that, I feel so jealous and frustrated  but I know he’s right . 

Good boy!

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Since coming to know Titouan, the remarkable teenage faggot from France, I’ve seen a definite change in his attitude. Once somewhat shy and confused, Titouan has become more comfortable and confident in his natural role as a servant of Men. I like to think I had a part to play in that, but mainly it’s come from Titouan’s experiences with older straight Men.

France has a Hierarchical system among Men that is strongly reminiscent of ancient Greece. It was noticeable in the stories from my lost little brother Guillaume, and I’m repeatedly reminded of it when I hear from Titouan. In France, it seems to be almost accepted that there are young faggots who are supposed to dress a certain way at the pool (see pic above) and are almost openly acceptable options for straight married Alphas to use. Honestly, there seem to be few places better for a young faggot to live than in Paris, France.

In the time since Titouan called off his service to his former straight married Master, he has mostly been focusing on serving the two straight Alphas in his school. Later this summer Titouan will be accompanying these two Alphas on a trip to the sea where he will be their servant and cumdump for two weeks. But for now, Titouan has been on a holiday trip with his family.

He recently complained to me that he was seeing all sorts of Men he wanted to service on this trip, but nobody was making a move on him. So I told him that sometimes he needs to make himself more obviously receptive for service.

It sounds like he took my advice to heart:

I took the advice you gave me the other day about Alphas… Yes, Wednesday afternoon I went to an outside pool near Paris, managed to go there alone I mean without my sisters or high school friends. I stayed moments on the lawns around the pool. Of course I saw nice young guys but they were with girls and didn’t pay much attention to me. Also some interesting older Alphas. I abbreviate to get to the point… Shortly after arrival, I had noticed a man, around 45-50, bear-like, bulging speedos (only speedos are authorised for boys and men in most french pools), unfortunately appeared to be with his family, his younger wife and their teen children. At two moments I had impression he was looking at me discretly. Then I thought I made up my mind ?… Thirty minutes later I saw his family leaving. I waited for another moment to be sure they had really left. When he came back alone to the lawn, some hope returned in my mind. I smiled again at him trying to have a not-so-innocent boyish look, and went to men’s showers. When he came also there and looked at me I thought am I really lucky, yes it seems there’s a straight family mature male who may love to use secretly a young fag like me. 

As hoped he asked: my name, if I came often here, my age… He said his first name, anyway I called him Monsieur (Sir) which seemed to please him, I  answered the questions about me: Titouan, not often at this pool, seventeen… He looked quite excited. After some other talk which confirmed things, we went very discreetly to one of the undressing cabins behind the men lockerroom, locked the door. First he wanted to have my chest against his, so hot to feel the opposition between his big hairy body and smooth mine. He ordered me to take speedos off, made fun saying “bite de gamin” (little boy dick), I didn’t answer, humiliated but very excited, he said low but with authority “tu vas montrer ton respect, jeune pédale ” (you’re going to show respect, young fag) and made me kneel in front of his big bulge, gave little slaps. Then for long moment he made me lick his balls and suck his dick, no right to touch myself. I loved to feel his superiority. It was sooooooo good to offer this straight Alpha the pleasure he deserves, to worship his big balls, cock and ass, to feel his strong hand in my hair, to hear him saying I’m a pathetic young fag, to see how much he loved it. After he emptied his  balls, had to clean his dick with my tongue, then asked if I had anything to say, I answered “merci Monsieur” (thank you Sir), we put swimwears on, he left cabin, I waited and left one minute later. Once outside, he asked for my iphone number and left the pool. When I came back home, my mother asked if I had spent nice afternoon at pool with high school friends, I said yes. I had to wait after dinner to be in bathroom (locked because of my sisters) to have a wank during which I thought of my great afternoon with this mature straight Alpha.  (I don’t think I’ll tell all this to the Alpha boys of my high school with whom I’ll go in July vacation as their fag houseboy and cocksucker).  

Even though Titouan is a little twink faggot, he has a fearlessness that I find quite inspiring. It can be intimidating to service an Alpha who is three times your age, especially a stranger! But that’s Titouan’s nature – he just relentlessly pursues what he wants regardless of what anyone else thinks.

An that’s why he will always find use and purpose in his life!

Hello (I’m Titouan french teen and fag – sorry if I make mistakes in English) and thanks again for the site! 
As my previous messages explain, my situation now is:  1) I am the young cocksucker of Tamim and Alex, straight Alpha boys, same high school and age as me, and so lucky as next month I go to southern France with them and their friend Rachid, to be their houseboy and cumdump as they want during this holiday at sea.   2) Some weeks ago I met at pool here near Paris a mature family man, saw him another time at hotel, he also loves to use me very discretly as his young fag and I love that too. 
All this makes me understand that what I love most is to serve straight Alphas (either my age or much older) – dominant boys and men like the ones I serve, who consider themselves as straight and love to use a young fag but want to protect their straight public image and reputation (and also use girls if they wish at other moments).  Sure I could also serve a gay Alpha, it may happen in future, but truly I feel even better the superiority of such straight Alpha boys or man, and it excites me so much they want to use me and treat me as the young cocksucker I am while protecting their straight reputation. This makes me even more eager to be their subboy and give them the pleasure they want and deserve.     I wonder if there are a few or many other fags who feel same as me ?  

My crazy little brother Titouan! What are you doing in my Question box? LOL
 
Yes, all faggots feel that way about straight boys, I think. However, I think you might be surprised how dominant many gay Alphas are, baby boy! I have no doubt you will have plenty of chances to serve gay Alphas, and you’ll see what I mean! 
 
But maybe other faggots might want to answer this as well. 

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from my little French brother Titouan. The last time he wrote, he told me about his service to a classmate named Tamim. This caused some friction with his older married Master, naturally, but Titouan seemed enthusiastic about the possibility of serving both.

Well, from the sound of this new email, Titouan has stopped serving the older Master and began serving Alpha Tamim and one of Tamim’s Alpha buddies!

I (Titouan french boy and young fag, cf my pic) come back , I do apologize as much as necessary for having been stupidly angry last month,  being still a teen I sometimes say stupid boyish words.  So sorry.  (Though I go on thinking what my mature Alpha did was not so hard if compared with some other stories on the site) anyway it’s over, I’m no longer this man’s boy since last two weeks, not because of any previous episode but for the time being I chose to serve other young guys of my high school, not enough time for them + him, and he accepted it without problem.      

Maybe you remember Tamim, I wrote about him in a message and sent you pic of him (here again) which made you write he is hot. He’s in same lycée (high school) as me. One of dominant Alpha boys there like his friends Alex and Rachid.  They’re so virile and such big bulges. Tamim loves to use me as his cocksucker from time to time. I love when he says “après les cours tu viens me sucer, pédale” (after end of class you come to suck my dick, faggot). Same happened last week for first time with his friend Alex who loved also a lot, on my side I find it so good to give these boys the pleasure they deserve. No, it is not bullying… or it is the sort of bullying I love between superior boys like them and a young fag as I am. 

Now they ask for me if I’d agree to go with them (Tamim and Alex, and perhaps Rachid) on holiday vacation at sea in south of France two weeks of next summer vacation (high school stops here during main part of July + August). To be their houseboy and cocksucker there.   I asked for some time to give my answer. Would be necessary for me to say my mother I go to sea vacation with high school friends, not more of course, no pb on this side.  I love the idea (you could say what you once said, that you feel my lust of young fag to serve these Alpha boys, true)  I’m going to ask them for some precisions before giving my answer.  What do you think ?   

Titouan wants to know if he should go and serve this straight Alphas on a vacation to the south of France. Can you believe he’s asking that?

YES, TITOUAN – YOU MUST GO. If Titouan chose not to go, I think I might fly to France and whip his ass with a belt myself!

Titouan’s perfect, service-oriented attitude is getting him all sorts of opportunities. And he’s not shrinking back, but rather he’s jumping enthusiastically into every chance to serve! That’s going to take the little faggot far in his faghood!

So proud!

i think of myself as a top-dom-alpha but i’m new to your vocab. But i feel confident saying Titouan’s alpha is no alpha. He’s a loser and a creep. Worse. Titouan should uncage himself, visiting a metal worker to cut it off if necessary. He should pour sand into his “master’s” gas tank. My God the definition of Manhood has sunk low when an asshole like that inflicts cruelty on anyone as defenseless as Titouan. 

Thank you, Sir. Yes, I am not very happy with Titouan’s Master after this latest episode, and I share your concerns. Titouan is far too wonderful to be treated so cruelly. I wish you could take ownership of him, Sir! A Protector Alpha like you deserves a beautiful and  devoted faggot like him! 

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last update, we learned about how little French faggot Titouan became enslaved by a high school Destroyer Alpha named Tamim and his Alpha pack brother. Perhaps sensing that he might be losing his pretty young faggot, Titouan’s straight Master gave him a new list of devotionals upon which to meditate.

My mature Alpha made me write a short text which he called : “tes règles petite pédale” = “your rules, little faggot”.   Then he sent me the text attached to the pics of him (his big bulge I must worship when we meet) and me (he loves to laugh at my boyish briefs and tiny dick but also he loves my smooth body).   

He ordered me to look at both pics and the rules text every evening when alone in my room  (as you know, we cannot meet every day because of my high school and family, and because of his life as straight man with his family and job), to know it by heart, and of course I must and wish to obey all these rules. 

I think it’s very good, it makes me feel even better his rights as Alpha and my place as young boy and fag. Of course the text was in french. But… today I tried to translate it in English and here I send you the translated version.  I hope you’ll like it  ?    (you can post it, if you wish) 

Here is the list Titouan received from Master:

These mantras pretty much cover the entirety of Titouan’s existence! Much of this is pretty standard stuff, but it’s often the standard stuff that faggots slack on first!

But even as Master clamps down a bit on his property, the fox (Tamim) continues to scratch at the henhouse.

Tamim (other high school teen, see my previous message & pic) said to me today  “mercredi après la gym tu vas me sucer, capté pédale ? ”  = ” wednesday after sport class you’re going to suck my cock, understood faggot? ”  I love the idea of giving him pleasure again, this arab boy is my age but so dominant       

Can you hear the lust in Titouan’s words? Even thought Titouan is faithful and truly loves serving the married Alpha, he’s not as excited with him as he is with this bully Alpha in his high school.

And it sounds like Tamim knows it!

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a minute since we last heard from my lovely French faggot brother Titouan. It’s always wonderful to hear from the little guy. Titouan has such a sweet, wide-eyed innocence about him that I dearly love. His older straight Master is very fortunate to own him, indeed.

Titouan’s Master realizes that he can’t be everything to the eager faggot because he’s married and has a family, so he gave Titouan permission to service other Alphas as needs arose. This is very generous on his part, but he did it out of concession for their unique situation.

Well, an opportunity for additional service as arrived in the form of two Alpha classmates! Read on:

Today I wish to tell you something else happened. With my high school class and teachers, we went for a 3-day tour in Normandie to see interesting sites and cities there. We spent 2 nights in an “auberge de jeunesse” (youth hostel), girls and teachers in one building, us boys in other. Meaning I shared a room with other boys, some already looking dominant Alphas though teens like me. I was so jealous and admirative when I saw them on evening in their bulging virile briefs. Two of them, Tamim [PIC] and Alexis laughed at me when seeing my whities, calling me “gamin” (little boy) I felt humiliated and excited at same time, dared not answer. And on Friday morning, as I was for a moment alone with Tamim, he said “tu vas me sucer pédale” (you’re going to blow me, faggot) he made me follow him in a toilets cabin and I had to lick his balls and suck his dick, he loved it so much, I did my best for his pleasure, he held my hair with strength and insulted me as an Alpha boy is entitled to do, in the end he came in my mouth. I felt so much his superiority. The day after, him and Alexis called me faggot in front of others, and laughed at me again. Now we’re back to our city and high school near Paris, it seems Tamim would like to use me again to suck his dick after class some days when he decides.  I’d love it. And Alexis too if he wants, they are so much among our high school dominant boys. 

My mature Alpha strictly prohibits me to go with any other man but one exception he accepts me to be cocksucker of other teenboys , says it’s good training for a young faggot like me. Sure you agree ?       

First of all, what kind of high school class goes on a days-long field trip that involves HOSTELS? My class field trips consisted of traveling together by bus to 7-11 or something stupid like that. Only in Europe, I guess.

Anyway, to answer Titouan’s question at the end, I DO agree that he should continue to service these school Alphas. After all, Master did tell the faggot to service other Alphas as situations come up, right?

Also, Titouan shared a picture of Tamim, and he’s smoking hot. So either Titouan should service him, or I’m booking a flight to France to service him myself!