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Just when you think Master Ben cannot top his achievements, he ups the ante.

This is how I feel while following the ever-expanding story of Master Ben’s rise to Apex Alphahood. Every success is surpassed almost immediately by greater victories. At just 23 years old and still relatively new to the use and (especially) the ownership of faggots, his mind already grasps concepts of domination and submission, power plays, and the triggers that are most effective to control, discipline, and transform faggots into his perfect slaves.

Recently we’ve seen Master Ben surgically break down his faggot Dean, forcing it to accept its destiny as faggot property. How it happened was so textbook-perfect that one would never suspect that it was the first time Master Ben broke a faggot down. I honestly thought that was the peak achievement, but Master Ben had a big new surprise in store for everybody:

I had the conversation with Fag Dean a couple of days ago, overall I’d say it went well and I think we’ve made another breakthrough in his training. I told Jack that I wanted him to come over and be at my place when I spoke with Dean but that, at least initially, I wanted him out of the way so I could speak with Dean privately and that I’d call him when we were done. I explained that I wanted him to be supportive of his fag-brother and be there to assure Dean that he has people that will support and accept him for who he truly is.

Once Dean arrived, Jack let him in and he stripped off in the hallway as I’d taught him to do and then came straight into the living room and kissed my feet and greeted me. I told Jack to attend to some household chores that needed doing and told him not to disturb me until he was called, Dean quickly asked if there was anything he could do for me and offered to help Jack or service me. I told him to stay where he was as I needed to talk with him.  At this point Fag Dean’s insecurities resurfaced in a big way, I think he thought I was going to dismiss him from my service or otherwise punish him for something. Before I could speak he was already apologising over and over, asking what he’d done wrong. I’ll admit it was difficult to see him so distressed, I gestured for him to come closer to me and held his head in my hands, looked him in the eyes and assured him that he had no reason to apologise and that he wasn’t there to be punished. That seemed to calm him down quite a bit so I let go of his head and told him to relax before explaining why I wanted to speak with him alone. Initially he got quite angry with Fag Jack for telling me about their conversation the other day but I told him that his anger was misplaced, Jack was only looking out for him and that he was only following my instructions. Though this didn’t totally placate him he did seem to understand why Jack had done what he’d done.

I told him what Jack had told me, about his difficulty in accepting his sexuality and, most especially, his submissive urges and about his families poor reaction to his coming out. I then asked him if there was anything else he wanted to tell me, I told him that this was his chance to get everything off his chest and start to move on and overcome the unhappy experiences that were holding him back. He then sat and talked with me about how he initially realised he was gay all those years ago, how/when he decided to come out, how his parents and wider family reacted and then, eventually, described the shame and ‘disgust’ (his words) that he felt in himself after realising that he was a submissive…a faggot. I will not go into details, I feel that what we spoke about should rightly remain private to the two of us, but suffice to say some of the incidents he described to me from his teenage years, particularly those relating to his father, were far worse than I had initially imagined. He had been subjected to mental, verbal and sometimes physical abuse by his family, forced to attend conversion therapy and threatened with homelessness in an effort to get him to ‘go straight’. This continued from his early teens through to him leaving the family home to attend university, at which point his family effectively ended their relationship with him. 

At several points throughout our talk Fag Dean literally broke down in tears and struggled to speak. I didn’t push him, I simply told him to take his time and comforted him by stroking his hair/cheek and telling him I was proud of him for being so painfully honest with me. Once he’d finished telling me everything he wanted me to know I sat forward, placed my hands on his shoulders and told him to look me in the eyes. I thanked him for being so honest with me and told him I was proud of him for taking such an important step in talking about his experiences in depth for the first time. I told him that when he first came over to my place a few weeks ago and we had our first training session he made a commitment to submit to me and serve me as my faggot (taking the important step of truly acknowledging his nature for the first time) and I made a commitment to care for him and protect him as his Alpha and that over the last few weeks he’d made significant progress in terms of his self-acceptance and quality and commitment of his service. I assured him that for as long as he is my faggot he would never need to worry about or rely on his family again and that he no longer had any reason to hide or be ashamed of who and what he is as both myself and Fag Jack would support, guide and care for him no matter what.

He was crying again as I told him all of this but after a little while his tears turned to anger, this time correctly placed, and he told me how angry he was with his family for making him feel this way and how angry he was with himself for letting them get away with it. He expressed regret at all of the years he spent trying to suppress and deny his sexuality and submissive nature. I told him that I understood his anger but that under no circumstances should he blame himself, I told him the blame lay entirely with his family (his father in particular) for taking advantage of his natural vulnerability as a faggot rather than recognising, accepting and supporting him through his formative years. After all of that he looked totally drained. 

I reached out to soothe him by stroking his hair again and gave him a kiss on his forehead (after such a difficult conversation I wanted to show him just how much I appreciated and supported him), I stood up and called for Fag Jack to come through as Fag Dean hugged me around my waist and I continued to stroke his hair. Jack came straight in and I told him to take his place next to his fag-brother at my feet. I told both of them that they were family now, under my ownership, and that they needed to support each other as much as possible. Fag Dean nodded and Fag Jack replied with “We will, Sir”. I told them I was going to use the bathroom and when I came back we were going to go out for food, Fag Jack said he would pick up the bill, and I left them alone for a few moments.

When I came back from the bathroom I saw Jack giving Dean a hug and trying to cheer him up, Dean was obviously still upset but I did see a flicker of a smile in response to Jack’s efforts. It was nice to see Jack, a naturally confident, flirty and mischievous fag, using his confidence to lift his more vulnerable brother up. I walked back into the living room and they both broke off their embrace and turned to face me. I told them I was proud of them both and then instructed them to get dressed so we could go eat.

We went to my favourite restaurant and Jack got us seating in a booth. I have to admit Fag Jack went out of his way to spoil both me and Fag Dean, paying for our orders and then some by buying extra side dishes, bottles of wine and whiskies/cocktails, desserts etc… As the evening wore on Jack’s flirtatious side came out and, to my surprise and delight, Dean joined in with him (something that would never have imagined happening just a few days before). Both of my faggots were essentially worshipping me through my clothes, teasing my bulge, talking about how they love serving me and so on, attracting a few looks from some of the other diners and waiting staff but they were too focused on me and I just didn’t care about the attention my faggots services were attracting. In fact it was a turn on being admired and served in public. 

Once we’d finished our drinks Jack paid for an Uber to take us back to my place, we were all much too drunk to drive ourselves back, and the worship continued on the Uber journey home. By the time we arrived home I was rock hard and majorly pent up from an evening of fag funded luxury and worship. The rest of the evening was fucking wild, I ordered them to strip down as soon as we got through the front door and had both of them remove my clothes and kiss, lick and worship my body. It may have been the booze or it may have been that, for the first time, Dean seemed to have totally lost his inhibitions and had given himself over to his nature fully for the first time thanks to our talk and Jack’s influence but the faggots were totally insatiable. Having their eager hands and tongues admiring every inch of my body, obeying my every command felt amazing.

After a lot of foot, pits and body worship and both faggots taking turns eating my ass out I headed upstairs to the bedroom and told them both to follow. I took turns fucking their holes, I fucked them on the bed, up against the walls, on the dresser and pretty much every other flat surface in that room. I must have buried three or four loads between the two of them over the course of the night, by the time I was finished we were all totally drained, riding on a total booze, cum and control fueled high. My fags spent the night sleeping on either side of me, curled up under my arms.

I woke up in the morning to my two faggots, obviously hungover and sore from last night’s breeding, waiting for me to wake up with a fully prepared breakfast in bed…tea, coffee, juice, fruit and pastries and cereal all carefully laid out for me. Honestly, I can’t believe how drastically my life has changed in the space of a month. I’m living like a God on earth with two skilled and eager fags to serve me and attend to my every need and desire…blows my mind to think I could have had all of this so much earlier if only I’d realised how powerful I really am. On a brighter note my cock gets hard just thinking about how much time I now have, seeing as I’m only 23, to enjoy the pleasures of fag worship and service I was born to receive.

Master Ben has now experienced what I call The Real Life – the life Nature intends for Alphas like him. A life without limits, a life of infinite worship and pleasure. Master Ben tasted it, and now his eyes are opened. He sees the endless buffet table laid out extravagantly before him.

It’s all for the taking. The Real Life is merely a decision away for our greatest and most powerful Alphas!

I really hope this experience will motivate other Alphas to reassess their life trajectory and what possibilities could lie ahead if they just take action!

As for Master Ben, he’s weighing whether to claim the submissive beta friend that he began seducing in the previous post. That could be a potential third faggot under his command!

That’s TRUE POWER!

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!

Included in the email that formed the basis of the preceding article of Master Ben trapping his beta friend was a story about Master Ben’s faggot Dean. I wanted to highlight it with a separate post because the message it carries is so fundamentally powerful to all true faggots.

I’ve always championed ownership of faggots here rather than simple service. I’ve been owned multiple times in my life, and no amount of hot sex can replace the feeling of being actually OWNED by a Man. Same thing applies inversely to Alphas. Sex is great, but there is nothing like the deep magic of ownership.

For faggots, being owned by a Man means learning from him through training and discipline. We develop humility and gratitude in his service. And in return, an owner provides a faggot with stability and safety.

That was really highlighted in this bit from Master Ben about his owned faggot Dean.

Regarding Fag Dean, it appears I was right in my earlier emails when I said that the introduction of another faggot to the mix would help Dean to open up and come to better accept and take pride in himself as an owned faggot.

As I mentioned, when I went out for drinks at the bar a couple of nights ago I told the fags to meet up and get to know each other better. The next morning I got a text from Jack telling me he and Dean had met up, as I’d instructed, and they’d had a long discussion about how/when they first realised they were faggots, what they like/dislike etc… as well as just general ‘get to know you’ stuff about their coming out stories, interests, work and so on.

As it turns out, Dean told Jack that he’d always felt that he was very submissive, though initially he didn’t know about the whole Alpha/Fag hierarchy etc… until fairly recently (possibly referring to just a few weeks ago when I initially broke him), but that his family had not reacted well to him coming out as gay and that his father in particular had been quite abusive, sometimes physically but most often verbally/mentally. Dean had told Jack that he’d struggled with his homosexuality, and even more so with his increasingly submissive urges, and that it had made him feel ‘dirty’ and ‘wrong’ for many years. Eventually, when he moved away for university and then into his own place after he graduated, he managed to gradually come to terms with his sexuality and his need to submit but still bore the deep, psychological scars from his father’s abusive treatment which made it difficult for him to fully embrace his sexuality and faggot nature.

This explains A LOT of what I’ve observed about Dean over the last few weeks…that’s why he was initially so resistant to admit his faggot nature to me, it would explain why he was so utterly lacking in confidence and saw his submission as something to be deeply ashamed of rather than something to take pride in. This is why I also resent seeing the way some Alphas treat their fags. Yes, it is true that faggots are by their nature inferior men whose purpose is to be owned and used by Alphas but Alphas also have a a responsibility to guide, protect and care for their fags just as they would for any of their other possessions. Of course faggots are there to be used and sometimes that takes the form of humiliation/degradation, breeding, rough fucking and, on occasion, some tough discipline but it should always (in my opinion) be the ultimate aim of any Alpha to build and train their faggots up to be the best version of themselves. What good is a faggot that is entirely broken, with no confidence or pride in its submission? It is very easy for an Alpha to wield his power to break down and destroy a faggot, after all what chance do they stand against the basic laws of nature, but the mark of a true Alpha is in the work that comes after the initial breaking-in when you guide, nurture and train your faggots to be the very best fag they can be. Not only does that process allow Alphas to develop and hone their influence and understanding of the faggot mind, it also ensures better service and dedication which ultimately means a more pleasurable and fulfilling life surrounded by skilled and devoted fags to take care of our every need.

I must admit, Dean’s story resonates with me strongly in many ways. As a Gay Alpha I know just how difficult it can be to come to terms with your sexuality, particularly when you are denied the support and love of your closest family. While I never had difficulty in accepting my sexuality myself, I did go through a very difficult period where my sexuality seemed to fundamentally be at odds with these feelings and inner urges I was having to be in control, dominant and powerful. I also did not receive, initially, a very supportive response from my family when I came out as gay, though I never suffered the level of abuse Dean describes, and so hearing about Dean’s experiences (though not identical to my own) struck a cord. I am deeply saddened that Dean had to go through that abuse at the hands of his father and wider family but I am hugely proud of him for, slowly but surely, overcoming his struggles and learning to accept and embrace his true self.

All I can say is I hope for his sake I never cross paths with Dean’s father. The anger I felt when reading about Dean’s treatment was enough to make my blood boil. If I ever come face to face with the man who tormented my boy at one of the most vulnerable points in his life I guarantee only I will be left standing by the end of our encounter. I intend to sit down with Fag Dean at some point soon to discuss all of this with him, I want to help him grow his confidence and acceptance of himself so that he can move past the torment his family put him through. I want him to know that he is safe with me and that, for as long as he is owned by me, he needn’t worry about facing that kind of abuse again.

First of all, what a profound moment of growth for Master Ben! Not only do we see the deep affection Master Ben has for his faggot property Dean, but also the courageous defensive posture of a true Protector Alpha!

When Master Ben has this discussion with Dean, it will be the most impactful moment in Dean’s life. He will fully grasp that he is safe at the feet of this indescribably powerful young Apex Alpha. No more fear or shame, only pride.

This is what a true Master does for a faggot. He not only makes the faggot accept its role in life, but feel pride and dedication in that purpose!

Thank you, Master Ben, for being that beacon of hope and 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!

In the previous post about Master Ben, the young Apex Alpha who has recently taken complete ownership of two faggots, we learned a little bit about his Alpha pack and their interests in owning faggots now that they see their Apex being served by two of them. This is a very natural reaction by true Alphas.

But in that recap Master Ben mentioned how one of the members of his group seemed much less enthusiastic about using faggots. This longtime friend seemed quieter as the other members of the group grew in curiosity.

Master Ben told me he thought this friend was a beta male because of this. And while I agree that beta males do shrink back from the extremities of the Alpha/fag dynamic, I suspected more was happening beyond the quiet facade.

I was relieved to hear that Master Ben intended to investigate this beta’s issues and discover the truth. If anyone had the skills to sniff out a faggot, it’s Master Ben.

Well, I decided to follow through with my plan and start to test the waters with him, before inviting him around to my place, to see if he truly is a Beta or even perhaps a fully-fledged faggot (though I’m still leaning more towards Beta for the moment). A couple of nights ago I went out with my mates again for a few drinks (including the suspected Beta) and left my two boys behind with instructions to bond and get to know each other better. My mates and I met up at the bar and took our seats and I had decided I was going to test my friends submissive tendencies to see if my suspicions were right. I made sure we were sat next to each other so that we were in physical contact to see how he’d react, he seemed uncomfortable with this to begin with but I got the impression that was more because he was worried I’d notice how it would affect him rather than him genuinely finding it unpleasant.

Throughout the evening I made sure to subtly hint to him I suspected he was a submissive, resting my hand on the back of his neck, ruffling his hair etc… to see how he’d react. He never once protested, pushed me away or retaliated as any of the others would have done. I started instructing him to go and place/collect my orders for me and as the evening progressed ended up having him pay for my drinks/food.

As you can imagine the conversation turned to the topic of Alphas/Fags/Hierarchy and my ownership of faggots, this was the first time we’d all met up in person since I introduced them all to Fag Dean, and my recent conquering of Fag Jack. Again I noted that all of my mates, except for the suspected Beta, were excited by the prospect of using and owning faggots and were impressed with the experiences I’ve had so far with my two fags. Whilst the others laughed, joked and talked about how they would like to try using fags the suspected Beta again seemed to be uncomfortable. I think he was realising that, at an instinctual level, he is not like the rest of us. Where we all have the desire to use, conquer or own faggots (albeit to varying degrees) he doesn’t have those urges/instincts…though thought of using faggots doesn’t excite or stimulate him.

For the most part he seemed disinterested and zoned out of the conversation, the only times he seemed to be present was when the conversation shifted to how to spot a fag/submissive, what I’ve discovered about how the mind of a faggot/submissive works etc… during those discussions he seemed to be visibly uncomfortable, almost defensive, and asked quite a few questions about how I could tell for certain if someone was submissive. I had my hand on the back of his neck at this point and turned to make eye contact with him and told him a lot of it was pure instinct, almost as though I can just sense when someone is a sub, and that once you know what you’re looking for (as I do) the signs are pretty obvious.

At that point I think he finally realised my intentions with him that evening, I could literally see the realisation wash over his face. He looked very flustered and excused himself to use the restroom, I told him I needed to go too and followed him. Once in the restroom, I headed straight for the urinals and unzipped and he turned away and used one of the cubicles (he’d never had a problem pissing next to me at the bar before). As we both finished washing our hands I turned to him, placed my hand on his cheek/back of his head and turned his head to face me looked him dead in the eye and said “You’re coming to mine tomorrow night. Just you”. He just nodded in response, I said “Good lad” and he hurried out of the restroom and back to our table.

Skip ahead to the following evening, I have to admit I wasn’t sure if he’d actually come over but at around 6pm I got a text from him asking if I was free for him to come over, I said I was and told him to pick up some beers on his way over. He turned up at mine about half an hour later, beers in hand, looking a little nervous. I invited him into the living room, where Fags Dean and Jack were kneeling naked by my seat, and told him to pass me a beer and then make himself comfortable. He was clearly distracted by Dean and Jack sitting naked by my feet but I just acted like I didn’t notice his fixation.

We got chatting about random stuff (work, family etc…) for a while, eventually I ordered Fags Dean and Jack to take one foot each and worship my feet whilst I continued on with our conversation. I could see he was getting more and more distracted by the foot worship session going on below us so I asked him if he’d like one of my fags to take care of his feet like they do mine. He didn’t really give a response, he just sort of mumbled and tripped over his words. I cut him off and told Fag Jack to crawl over to him and get to work on his feet, Jack happily obliged but didn’t get very far before my mate stopped him and said he wasn’t interested.

We locked eyes again and I asked him what the problem was, he shook his head and said it didn’t feel right to have a guy kissing his feet. I asked him if he’d rather be giving than receiving foot worship and, again, he just sort of shrugged and shook his head slightly so I gave him a little bit of encouragement and told him it couldn’t hurt for him to try it out. After a little more coaxing he stood up and walked over to me, I dismissed my two fags and told them to return to their kneeling positions, and told my Beta friend to get down on his knees and give my feet a massage. We started off slow, keeping it to a simple foot rub, but after a few minutes I lifted my foot and rested it on his face and asked him if he liked it. He nodded and continued to rub the foot I had rested on his face as I rested my other foot on his crotch and rubbed his hardened bulge. I told him he was a good boy and asked if he wanted to taste my sole, he nodded, so I told him he could lick/kiss them. He didn’t take much encouragement, at this point I think he just thought ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’, though his worship wasn’t quite as enthusiastic or committed as the treatment I usually receive from Fags Dean and Jack but I was impressed with his effort nonetheless.

Seeing him kneeling before me with his tongue between my toes was a huge turn-on for me, such a powerful feeling, and I started to get hard so I told him to back off and let my two faggots attend to me. I didn’t want to push him too far, especially on his first time, and I didn’t think he would have been into sucking my dick. I think he probably would have if I’d told him to but I don’t think he’s a faggot, more like a Beta, and while I can tolerate mediocre foot worship and don’t want to experience anything less than 100% committed and devoted worship when it comes to my cock.

So, my mate went back to his seat and Fags Dean and Jack sprang into action (Dean taking care of my pits and Jack sucking my cock like the pro he is) as my Beta mate sat and watched me cum from across the room. Once I’d came I told the fags to clear out and find something useful to do around the house, there was no need for me to clean myself up as Jack had swallowed every drop of my cum, and then walked over to where my Beta mate was sat, boner still hard, and grabbed myself a beer from the table next to him. He was trying not to look but he couldn’t help but steal a few glances as I opened my beer.

I returned to my seat and said “Well, that was fun. We should do this again sometime soon, yeah?”. He responded and said he’d text me at some point but asked me not to tell the rest of our mates about what had happened. I told him I wouldn’t…for now, and that he could go and that was that. He left, my fags attended to their chores and I relaxed with my Beta funded beers and watched some Netflix.

Just stop and digest that powerful account. Look at the careful and intricate manipulations Master Ben employed to coax this friend out of hiding!

I immediately wrote Master Ben back to tell him that this longtime friend is not just a beta, but he’s a faggot. Beta males are submissive to Alphas, yes, but in my experience they will fight against certain possessive forms of physical contact. This friend was receptive to all of it.

What Master Ben is engaged in with this friend is Hierarchically SO IMPORTANT! Faggots need the forceful power and control of a Man to be free to be what Nature intended them to be. Faggots are often confused, deeply ashamed of their natural desires to serve. They are like frightened baby rabbits hiding in their holes, terrified of discovery by the hawks circling overhead.

This sifting and training aspect of an Alpha’s life is hard work. It requires skill, dedication, determination, and intention. But once it’s accomplished, what is left is a confident, fully trained faggot ready to serve its purpose!

Thankfully there are great Apex Alphas like Master Ben out there taking that commission seriously!

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!

Like I said in my previous post, Master Ben’s dramatic story of training his new faggot Dean created a cascade of interest from other Alphas still trying out faggot ownership. Indeed, I thought it was one of the best applications ever of what I advocate to all Alphas seeking to break their faggot and get it to submit.

Master Ben was so changed by the experience of breaking his reluctant faggot Dean that he wanted to take on a second faggot and perform the process again. He had a second faggot in mind, a more experienced twink named Jack.

I didn’t hear from Master Ben for a few days, but I had no idea what he was really up to until he updated me today. And boy oh boy, he’s done something incredible!

So the the last two nights I’ve had the new fag I mentioned to you over at my place for his first training/breeding sessions. If I’m honest ‘training’ isn’t really an accurate description in this case, this new faggot knew exactly what was expected of him from the first second he walked into my house and has more than lived up to those expectations over the last two days. As I told you I instructed Fag Dean to be at my place a bit earlier than his usual time on Monday night so that he could tidy the place up and fetch some food before his soon to be fag-brother arrived, Dean turned up and did his chores for me whilst I got changed and relaxed after work. My new fag, Jack, arrived on time and I told Fag Dean to let him in and then kneel in the corner of living room and be quiet whilst I dealt with Fag Jack. Within 30 seconds of Fag Jack entering my house he walked straight into my living room, got on his knees, crawled over to my feet and said “Thank you for inviting me over, Sir”. I have to say he made an excellent first impression, still being relatively new to owning fags I don’t know how common it is to find fags that already know their stuff but it felt like I’d struck gold. Now as I’ve said, I’d already spoken with Fag Jack several times online and on a couple of occasions in person when we were out socialising with mutual friends, and knew he was majorly submissive so I didn’t think it would take much to make him mine but having him on his knees and calling me sir without even having to speak a word felt fantastic. I asked him if he knew why he was there, he responded with an enthusiastic “Yes, Sir”. 

I told him I wanted to hear him say it out loud and he responded with “I’m here to serve you, Sir”. I told him he was a good boy and asked him if he understood what that meant, that I wasn’t interested in a casual Dom/Sub hook-up but intended to take full ownership of him and make him my personal faggot. Again he replied with a “Yes, Sir” so I stood up and told him to look at me and asked him, much as I had with Fag Dean, “What are you?”. He replied without hesitation “I’m a faggot, Sir” so I asked him “Who’s faggot?”… “Your faggot, Sir” came his response. “Good…again” I asked him, and we repeated that three times. Unlike Dean, Fag Jack didn’t cry, resist or struggle, he admitted his faggot nature with pride which I was very pleased to see. I’m hoping that having Fag Dean watch his new faggot-brother be so open and proud of his faggot nature will encourage him to be more confident with his own identity and status as an owned faggot. Pleased with how the our first meeting had gone so far, I sat back down and instructed Faggot Jack to stand up and strip for me which he did without hesitation despite Dean still being sat in the corner. Again, unlike Dean, Fag Jack needed no encouragement from me to take his boxers off and within a few moments he was stood completely naked in front of me. I told him to slowly turn around so I could get a good look at him and I have to say I was very impressed with what I saw. I don’t know how it is for straight Alpha’s and their faggots, but as a Gay Alpha I appreciate a good looking body, even on a fag, and Fag Jack is almost the quintessential twink, except for a light covering of body hair on his legs, ass and stomach. Some may find it odd or unbecoming of an Alpha to appreciate his fag’s body so much but I see it in much the same way as others look at a nice car, furniture or watch…it’s a point of pride for me that I own something that is so beautiful to look at. I stood up and walked over to him, cupped his head with my hand and ran my thumb across his cheek, he had such a physical reaction to my touch, his breathing got faster and he even began to tremble a bit. I closed in and looked him straight in the eye and said “I own you now, faggot”, he replied “Yes, Sir”, before I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. 

I told him to undo my belt and remove my trousers, his little fag clit was rock hard, and then I grabbed his hair and pulled his face into my bulge and told him to take a long breath in and hold it until I told him he could breathe as I pressed his face into me. He held his breath as instructed and, once I saw him going red, I told him he could let it out and told him he was a good boy. I told him to start kissing my bulge as I started to get hard, after a few minutes of taking care of my bulge he tried to pull my boxers down before I’d given him permission so I pulled his head back and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing. He apologised and said that he wanted to taste me so badly he couldn’t wait, I gave him a couple a light(ish) slaps across his face and reminded him that what he wanted wasn’t important, he was there to serve me, not the other way around. He apologised again and I told him his disobedience had cost him the privilege of tasting my dick and Alpha cum in his mouth, instead I ordered him to turn around and get on all fours with his head down and ass up ready for me to breed him. He obeyed, I lubed my dick up with some spit and fucked my new fag hard. I told him to keep his whining to a minimum, he didn’t have much success, so I gagged him with my boxers to muffle his whimpering. Just as when I breed Fag Dean, I felt that amazing feeling wash over me again. There is no way to adequately describe it with words alone, it’s like a wave of unstoppable, unbridled power. The rest of the world just fades away and all I can think about is fucking and burying a load into the fag’s guts, it’s almost animalistic. I continued fucking Fag Jack, one hand on his waist and the other holding on to his hair, until I blew my load into him. Once I’d came, Jack was totally weakened, he lay the on the floor shaking and I realised he’d also came hands free as I’d been fucking him. I stood up and told fag Dean to go and bring me a drink and Fag Jack a towel to clean his mess up, When he came back with my drink I told him to get on his knees and clean all the spit and cum off my cock for me whilst Fag Jack pulled himself together. Once Fag Jack had recovered from his first breeding (with me) I told him he could come and sit with me on the couch while I watched some TV. I stroked his hair for a little while and he curled up and rested his head next to my armpit, whilst Fag Dean was taking care of my feet and we stayed there for a while as I finished watching the TV. We stayed there for a while and then I told Fag Dean to tidy up the towel, drinks and food and then leave while I spoke to Fag Jack. 

I asked Jack if this was his first time being owned, he said he wasn’t sure as he’d served a couple of Alphas whilst at university (doing work for them, financial tributes, providing a hole for them to fuck) but that they’d never shown any interest in ‘owning’ or caring for him. He said it felt more like a booty-call than being owned. So I told him that things would be very different with me, I told him I’d obviously expect the him to do everything he did for the Alphas he’d served at his university but that I didn’t want my fags to simply be holes for me to fuck, I wanted to guide them, care for them and help them grow but I still expect them to show me the respect I deserve and do as they’re told. He told me he understood and that he’d been looking for something like that for a while now but had only ever found Alphas looking for a quick fuck rather than something long term. I then explained to him why I’d punished him earlier on in the evening and that I didn’t want to have to discipline him like that but that he needed to accept that, if he does submit to me, his needs and wants no longer take priority. He again told me he understood and apologised for his eagerness explaining that he’d simply gotten carried away with the excitement of serving me for the first time. I told him I understood but that he should make sure it doesn’t happen again. After we’d finished talking, I told him he could go and he asked me if I would allow him to keep my pair boxers I’d gagged him with so that he put them under his pillow while he slept, I told him that being able to keep a piece of my clothing is a reward and that he needs to prove he’s learnt his lessons from that evening before I’d allow him to take anything away with him. 

Um, THAT WAS JUST DAY ONE.

Again, Master Ben’s effortless power over these faggots is staggering for any age, but especially for an Alpha as young as he is. He’s so controlled and precise, digging into their psyches as he also digs into their body. Breeding of both a faggot’s body as well as its mind creates slaves for lifelong service, valuable pieces of property rather than one-night cumdumps.

Master Ben is a King collecting treasures in the form of slaves.

From that first day recap, it was pretty clear that having a second faggot service Master Ben transformed fag Dean into a much more obedient, eager-to-please servant. The faggot’s reluctant nature has been replaced with an eagerness to serve. That even extended so far as to Dean cleaning off Master’s cock after he fucked his faggot brother! The faggot Dean Master first met would’ve balked at that, but not anymore!

But then DAY TWO happened:

Both Fag Jack and Fag Dean both came around again last night and things went very well, they both arrived at pretty much the same time and I told them that from now on whenever they enter my house I want them to strip off, fold their clothes and place them on the table in the hallway and then come and kiss my feet and thank me before they do anything else. They both obeyed, took their clothes off and took it in turns to kiss me feet before I set them both to work on various tasks around the house. I didn’t think it was necessary to repeat the same training session over and over for Fag Jack, as I did with Fag Dean, as he seems to have come to me already fully accepting his identity as a faggot and, as of the night before, MY faggot.

While Dean got on with some housework, Jack cooked my Dinner for me and brought me beers as I watched TV. Once my food was ready I told the two fags they could make themselves a sandwich and then come and sit with me in the living room. They both got their food and came and sat by my feet, one either side, I kicked off my shoes and let them both take a good look/sniff while they ate. Once we’d finished eating I had them both clear up the mess and bring me some fresh beers before letting them worship me.

I have to say, having one dedicated faggot serving me was great but having two is so much better. They started off with my feet, worshipping my socks and soles as I watched TV, I then let them move up to worship my pits. The both of them seemed intoxicated by the taste and smell and I have to admit their tongues and hands felt amazing worshipping my body, I let them take turns licking/cleaning my hole, taint and balls before they were allowed to worship their Master’s cock together for the first time, one on either side licking and kissing up and down my shaft before both finally getting a chance to suck me and taste my pre. I told them to jerk me off until I blew my load on my stomach/chest so that they could both get a taste and lick it up.

The whole evening was amazing. They treat me like a fucking king, they attend to my every need and seeing just how much they crave my touch and a chance to worship my body is fantastic. I think Fag Jack is definitely the most sexually experienced out of the two, he knew exactly what he was doing and how to make me feel good so I might get him to teach Fag Dean some of his tricks. What I loved most about last night was that it didn’t only feel amazing and fulfilling physically and sexually, but also mentally. I feel so fucking powerful with my two faggots at my feet, I’ve never felt more alive and more virile than I do right now and yet I know there is still so much more to come and so many more faggots out there to claim. 

I can’t believe it took me so long to reach out and grab what has been right in front of me my whole life…but now that I have, there is no going back. 

That second day is a doozy because it shows an Alpha absolutely transformed into what he was meant to be – a God Alpha. A Man so powerful that words become law, glances become commands, and the entire universe bends to his will. These two fortunate faggots are the first of many destined to be owned by this infinitely-powerful God Alpha.

Those final two paragraphs are life to me. It’s the documentation of a Man finding his purpose as a ruler and King. It’s like Arthur pulling the sword from the stone … it was simply meant to be. Kingship fits Master Ben like the most perfectly-tailored glove. That’s why he feels that torrent of power surging within him, why his mind is clear and his eyes are sparkling with perfect vision. He’s found his throne among the gods in the temple of Hierarchy.

It’s just as Nature intended.

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!

Is there a Hierarchical power level above Apex Alpha? Like a God Alpha level? Some of this theoretical conjecture approaches quantum physics levels of insanity, but as a faggot who has studied and served Alphas for many years, you occasionally meet an Alpha that makes you question reality and what is possible.

Master Ben, conqueror of reluctant faggot Dean, is one such Alpha.

His confidence and ability to manipulate the world to his will feels preternatural. Scarily so. I have begun to think that this young Alpha superpower, new to faggot ownership, could enslave the world.

Just listen to this opening salvo in Master Ben’s latest email to me:

The last few days have been quite eventful. Now that I’ve claimed, broken and cunted my first faggot I feel as though I have finally discovered who I was always meant to become. After years of confusion and uncertainty, feeling like there was so much more to who I was but never truly giving myself permission to act on those feelings, I now feel at peace with myself and with the influence I have over other ‘men’. Fag Dean continues to serve me adequately, he is very obedient and respectful and has clearly come to terms with the fact he is a faggot that belongs at my feet. That being said, he still lacks confidence and while he certainly seems committed and pleased to serve me I get the impression he still carries quite a bit of shame about his newly realised faggot identity and just how significantly his life has changed in just a few short weeks. I have spoken with him about this and tried to explain that, although he is a faggot and inferior to many of the men he meets, he can serve his Master well and fully embrace his role in life whilst still being confident and successful. I encouraged him to see his acceptance and my ownership of him as something to be proud of rather than something to feel shame in. Alas, I still don’t think he has understood. For him, being confident and proud of himself and being a faggot for superior men are incompatible and he is, for the time being, unable to reconcile the two.

As I mentioned when I last emailed I have set my sights on another faggot that I hope to take ownership of in the next few days, I told Fag Dean about this yesterday and he didn’t react well. He wasn’t against me taking new faggots into my ownership, though I did pick up on a few hints that he was feeling a little jealous, but rather he felt that my desire to conquer another fag was a sign that I was disappointed in him and wanted to replace him. He saw it as a sign of failure that he couldn’t truly fulfil my needs alone. I told him outright that he simply was not capable of fulfilling my needs alone, no fag would be, and that I intended to take many more faggots into my ownership going forwards. I did, however, reassure him that this did not mean I was going to replace him or that he had disappointed me but rather, as an Alpha, my urge to conquer and own fags was just as strong, if not stronger, than a faggot’s urge to submit. I told him I wanted him to see this as an opportunity to improve both my life and to work on himself. As I mentioned in my last email, the faggot I’ve got my eye on is pretty much the exact opposite of Fag Dean. Whilst Fag Dean is timid, completely subservient and broken (by that I mean he is almost completely lacking in confidence and pride) the new fag I hope to conquer in the coming days appears to be confident and proud of his role as a faggot even if he does seem a little bit bratty. Personally, I’d much prefer to own fags that are confident, ambitious and playful rather than fags that are simply broken down and defeated instead of embracing their faggot nature with pride. I’m hoping that not only will this new fag present a new challenge/dynamic for me to enjoy but also become something of a role model, or point of reference, for Fag Dean to learn from and grow alongside.

This new faggot, in the conversations I’ve had with him before, is still very clearly a fag in terms of his submissive nature and his desire to please and serve but unlike Fag Dean he is confident, flirty and quite the tease. For me, that’s ideal, a faggot that knows their place and owns their need to submit but doesn’t go so far as to be simply an object of pity. I am looking forward to having him on his knees in front of me for the first time and starting the process of making him my own and I truly hope that Fag Dean having a fellow faggot to serve me with, who has attained a level of self-acceptance that he has not, will help Fag Dean to develop and grow into not only a faithful and obedient faggot but a faggot that is confident and proud in its submission. I have arranged for this new prospective faggot to come over to my place tomorrow night for the first time and I’ve told Fag Dean that I want him there to tidy the place up before he arrives and meet his new fag brother-in-arms. I’ll let you know how things go…

Since starting this journey into fag ownership just a few weeks ago I have noticed massive changes in myself. Not only do I feel much more at ease with the attention and submission I receive from others (now that I understand it better) but it also feels so much more natural for me to exert my influence over them. As I said a while ago, I had always noticed guys I worked with, socialised with etc… were often submissive or deferential towards me and quite often used that to my advantage though I had never really felt totally comfortable with that up until fairly recently. You’ll remember I talked about feeling a small sense of guilt after the first training/breeding session I had with Fag Dean and how I felt bad for having been so rough with him. Well…thats all gone now. Truly, everything from breeding Fag Dean as rough as I like all the way through to being more forceful and upfront with my beta work colleagues just comes so naturally to me now. I have to admit, I love the way it feels. I enjoy feeling that powerful and having so much control over other men.

Now let’s stop and digest that part.

For some Alphas (typically of the Apex variety) the use and ownership of faggots fits like a machine-tooled puzzle piece. It’s natural, organic, and absolutely right. For these Alphas, owning faggots completes their Alphahood in a comforting way, much like the feeling of “coming home” a natural cocksucker feels the first time a dick slides down its throat. Hierarchy snaps into place, and all is right in the world.

That’s where Master Ben is right now. And now that he’s started to understand how others subconsciously crave his control and power, he’s looking at the entire world like a farmer inspecting his farm. It all serves him.

So the first step toward that goal is integration. Master Ben needs to make his ownership of faggots acceptable and understandable to the other people in his life. They’ll need to process the truth that Master Ben is going to be served and worshiped by owned faggot slaves.

That starts with an Alpha’s Pack.

I decided that I was going to introduce Fag Dean to my mates, let them know I owned him and tell them about the journey I’d been on over the last few weeks, since several of them had already commented to me that I seemed different, and so I arranged to meet them for for drinks yesterday evening. I told Fag Dean what was going to happen, I instructed him to arrive on time to pick me and my mates up and take us into town and told him he would be our designated driver for the evening as well as buying and fetching my drinks and food etc… throughout the night. I invited my mates over for around 5pm, we had pre-drinks at my place and I told them the situation and that Fag Dean would be there in a few hours to pick us up. As expected, there were quite a few questions about the arrangements between myself and Fag Dean, some impressed/curious and others slightly more dubious about the whole thing. I explained the whole Alpha/Fag dynamic to them, told them that Fag Dean was not my boyfriend or partner and was there only to serve me (and them, for the night) and do as he was told. Most got on board with it, a couple still seemed unsure, but I told them they’d see what I meant once the fag arrived.

Fag Dean turned up on time, as usual, I asked one of my mates to get the door and tell him to come in. I thought at this point I’d start to feel a little bit strange having my faggot with me and servicing me whilst I was with my friends but, much to my delight, it didn’t feel strange at all. Fag Dean followed my mate into the living room and I told him to kneel and kiss my feet, he seemed reluctant given that he was being asked to serve in front of a captive audience for the first time, I simply looked him directly in the eye and said “Now”…he got down on his knees and crawled towards me and kissed my feet, just as I had taught him, five times on each foot and followed it up with a slightly more timid “Thank you, Sir” than usual. Still, given that he was on his knees kissing my feet in front of all of my mates that he’d only just met, I was willing to forgive his nerves. I told him he was a good fag and told him to go and get us all another beer. My mates started to laugh at how obedient Fag Dean was and comment/ask questions about what they’d just seen but stopped when the fag returned with our drinks. He handed me my beer first, then passed the remaining bottles around for my friends, each of them thanking him, before he returned to his place and knelt by my feet. I told my friends they didn’t need to stop talking about him just because he was in the room and told them they didn’t have to thank the fag for bringing their beers, “It’s what he’s meant for” I explained. Some of them were a bit uncomfortable with it at first but by the end of the night I think they had all come to terms with the situation.

After a few more drinks at my place, we had Fag Dean drive us into town and we went to our usual bar. I told my mates to head straight to our tables and ordered Fag Dean to go get our drinks for us and that’s how the rest of the night continued. Me and my mates had a laugh, caught up with each other and had a pretty great night whilst Fag Dean sat across from us, refilling our drinks and bringing us some food. As the night went on a couple of my more confident mates, perhaps helped by the beer, asked if Fag Dean would listen to them as well. I told them he would if I told him too, and I did, and they had a little bit of fun with him (I stepped in where I thought they crossed a line) and the fag seemed to gradually get more comfortable interacting with them all as the night went on.

I decided that it would be a good time for Fag Dean to taste my piss for the first time so I ordered him to head to the toilets in the bar and wait for me in one of the cubicles. I finished the last of my beer and told my mates to wait for me while I went to take a piss, once I’d found my fag in the cubicle I told him to strip off down to his underwear in case he couldn’t swallow it all and then I told him to open his mouth and took a piss. I have to say, for his first time I was quite impressed. He managed to drink most of it down but ended up getting soaked towards the end. I gave him a few pats on the head, told him he was a good boy and then ordered him to dry himself off with a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and then meet me back at the table.

Once he got back, we decided to call it a night and he drove us all home, dropping my mates off along the way. Once we got back to my place, I told him that I was very pleased with how he’d behaved and that he should be proud of himself. I took him up to the bedroom and told him to strip and get on his knees and then face-fucked him until I’d shot my load down his throat as his reward. I told him he could stay the night at my place if he wanted, he accepted, and he slept at the end of my bed all night. When I woke up this morning he’d already got up and made me breakfast and tidied away the mess from last nights pre-drinks. I was very impressed with Fag Dean’s service yesterday and today.

I feel as though we’ve made a massive step forward over the last couple of days, though as I said at the start of this email there is still some work to be done with Fag Dean, and I hope that the introduction of a new fag to the scene (hopefully very soon) will only improve things.

Astonishing!

What a way to indoctrinate an Alpha Pack into the ownership of faggots! You show them how natural it is, and they eventually understand it. I cannot tell you the number of times I’ve covered Alphas mentoring other Alphas in the use/ownership of faggots using this type of method. Simply show them how good chocolate tastes, and they’ll want it every day.

I liken it to an old saying of mine (I’m now old enough to have old sayings, I guess): if you want to attract a group of Men, open the hood of a car. They can’t help but be curious and want to inspect it for themselves.

What Master Ben did here is “open the car hood” on his ownership of faggots to his Alpha Pack. And of course it worked like a charm.

You must understand that this has been happening since the Dawn Of Man, since the first time one Man dominated another. It’s extremely ancient magic.

Master Ben is tapping into this sacred Alpha power, and he wants more. Much more.

I sat transfixed while reading Master Ben’s latest email, vibrating nervously. The power vacuum is inside him is growing rapidly! Who will be next?

EVERYBODY!

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!

There are few Alpha conquest stories that have been remarked upon with such awe BY ALPHAS like the Master Ben stories. Why is that? Well, I believe it’s due to the fact that Master Ben is courageously learning faggot ownership while on the job, methodically taking control of a faggot’s mind, body, and life. He’s brand new to it, but it fits him like a second skin. It’s incredible.

It’s been a few days since I last heard from Master Ben, but he returns with an earth-shattering update!

It’s been a few days since I last sent an update on the situation with my formerly reluctant faggot. I’m pleased to say that, almost a week on from our initial training session, the fag is now well and truly broken. No longer ‘the reluctant fag’ he will now be forever known as Faggot Dean, property of Master Ben.

Our evening training sessions have continued in much the same way as the first. Fag Dean now operates practically on instinct, he arrives precisely on time each night with an armful of food, sets out my meal and brings me my beer and then gets to work on whatever chores I’ve set for him via text before he arrives (usually in response to his adoring good morning text) all without me having to say a word. I’ve also trained him to strip as soon as he enters the house to rid him of any hesitancy he may have had about having his pathetic nub on display.

Once finished with his duties he quietly comes into the living room and takes his position kneeling at my feet whilst I finish eating/watching TV. Depending on how generous I’m feeling he sometimes gets my leftovers or gets to worship my feet as I relax as a reward for his obedience. We repeat our now daily ritual of getting him to admit his inferiority and submission to me. He now gladly and confidently admits to being my faggot and seems to crave the words “Good Boy” and “Good faggot”. Then I blow my load in him, usually a couple of times.

With each day that goes by the more we both grow into our newfound roles. Fag Dean now takes anything I throw at him without hesitation or complaint. No matter how often, how demanding or how rough…Fag Dean accepts his place. For me, I feel more powerful, and more comfortable with that power, with each passing day. I no longer feel the twinge of guilt I felt on the first few nights seeing how rough I’d fucked my fag. I think even I underestimated, in the beginning, the true extent of an Alpha’s power. I didn’t fully realise just how much control Alpha’s have over faggots and just how desperate and pathetic faggots can be when they find themselves at my our feet. It just feels right.

As the days have gone by and we’ve both started to explore the true extent of our respective natures I’ve been sure to make increasing use of Fag Dean, making new demands of him and challenging him to step up and prove just how much he wants to serve. On Saturday evening, after our training session, I had him clean my feet, balls and pits as I watched TV. That night I sent him home with my dirty laundry and told him I wanted it washed, dried, folded and back in my wardrobe/draws by 9am the next morning. Sunday morning Fag Dean arrived with my laundry completed, he then spent the full day cleaning my house, preparing me food and running errands for me before returning right on time for his evening training session.

Yesterday we both had the day off so I decided to take Fag Dean out to town and see how he’d behave when we weren’t alone, behind closed doors. I text him in the morning and told him to come straight over. As soon as he arrived I told him I needed to cum and he stripped down and I fucked load deep into his hole. I’d had a cheap butt plug delivered for Fag Dean and told him to plug his hole and keep my load inside him until we returned home. He clearly wasn’t expecting it and was uncomfortable with the idea of going out like that but didn’t protest. We drove into town and stopped at the ATM and I told him to get some money out for me to spend. He brought back £100. I spent the day shopping around with his money whilst he carried my bags. Curious to see how far I could push him I deliberately caught my shoelace so it came undone and told him to bend over and re-tie it, he did so, and then I told him to kiss my shoes 5 times each while he was down there. He was clearly uncomfortable with that level of submission in public (though it was only in a side street) and took a little convincing. I told him for I’d add another kiss for each shoe for every 5 seconds he delayed, that seemed to incentivise him. I praised him, stroked his head and told him he was a good boy. On the way back home I told him I was pleased with his progress and that he’d taken an important step in his training by serving in public for the first time.

Yesterday evening, we had the usual training session though the fag seemed to be far more affected by the fucking I gave him than he ever had before. It was going as normal, I was being very rough with him after being worked up all day and he was doing his best to keep quiet as I’d instructed him, but after a while his whimpers turned to moans and moans turned to screams. I told him to stop the noise but it was as though he was in a trance or something, just totally unresponsive though he was still conscious. I kept fucking him and then he started shaking, came and then went limp. His full body just gave in, he was just lying there quivering, holding on to me. He obviously wasn’t in any state to keep taking my cock so we sat there for a bit, covered in sweat and his cum until he came back to reality. It was totally bizarre, unlike any reaction I’ve ever had before.

Once he’d come around and regained his composure I told him to get cleaned up. He apologised for cumming before me and without permission and then took himself off to the bathroom to dry himself off. I told him I still needed to cum and then used his throat, he swallowed every drop. Then I told him he could spend the night on the couch, I honestly didn’t think he was fit to drive at that point. He curled up with my t-shirt and I went to bed.

Let’s stop there and isolate this. Do you see what happened??

MASTER BEN CUNTED HIS FIRST FAGGOT!

Cunting a faggot involves two critical steps … one physical, and one mental. Physically, an Alpha needs a sustained rut that penetrates the faggot’s second ring. But crucially, the Alpha needs to break down the faggot mentally and make it want to surrender to him. These things allow the faggot to open like a flower to the power of its Alpha, setting the stage for the faggot to be cunted.

I’m just so proud of Master Ben! He’s worked so hard with this reluctant faggot, and now he’s conquered it!

Let’s resume his story:

When I woke up this morning he had tidied the living room and made breakfast for me and thanked me for last night. He seemed different, as though previously his submission had been a conscious act whereas now it was more like he it was instinctual and unquestioning. I told him he’d impressed me over the last few days and that he deserved a reward so I gave him an old t-shirt I’d been using as a cum rag (covered in loads) and told him he could keep it. First thing he did was shove his face it it and sniff and then he thanked me again and asked if he had permission to leave as he was late for work. I told him he could go but to make sure he came by this evening at his usual time, he did his usual tasks but when it came to our nightly ritual of getting him to admit his faghood and new status as my property I told him I think we’ve reached a point where we no longer need that admission each night because we both knew and had accepted our respective roles in society. I explained that from now on I’d expect him SHOW me that he had accepted his role as my fag through his actions and service day to day rather than me having to ASK him. I told him to that my priorities were now his priorities and it was his responsibility to make himself useful and that, in doing so, he’d find a new level of fulfillment. He agreed and then I sent him home.

I’ve found the last few weeks to be transformative for Fag Dean but also for myself. A few weeks ago I had these urges and feelings that I’d don’t think I’d fully accepted. Now, after my experiences talking with you and in breaking my first fag, I feel exhilarated, I feel powerful and more confident and I want more.

In the same group chat as I first (virtually) met Fag Dean, we’re all gay guys. Another of the guys in the group has always been very flirtatious with me, we’ve chatted outside if the groupchat before and I know he’s also quite submissive. Up until now I’d just dismissed it as casual flirting but now, having experienced the last two weeks with Fag Dean, I know I’ve got another willing faggot ready to be claimed. Unlike Fag Dean who is lacking in confidence and was unsure if himself, this new boy strikes me as the exact opposite. He’s flirtatious, forward, playful and eager to please. I suspect he’ll be a bit of a brat and need taming in a totally different way to Fag Dean…but I do love a challenge.

The greatest Alphas are relentless hunters and cultivators of faggots, and Master Ben is proving himself to have that instinct as well!

Armed with the knowledge of this first experience, Master Ben will now be able to spot faggots everywhere he goes, and he will be able to take them and claim them!

But, for now, Master Ben completely owns the first faggot of the Kingdom of faggots to come!

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 spend the vast majority of my time on this site trying to teach faggots the truth about Hierarchy and their purpose. However, I’ve had startling success as a sort of Alpha Whisperer™, helping great and powerful Men take what belongs to them. My advice has led to countless subjugated faggots and many Men embracing the truth of their superiority.

So when Master Ben recently approached me about his issues with an untrained and reluctant faggot, I was ready for him. You can read about his initial problems and my full advice to him by CLICKING HERE.

So Master Ben followed up with me to tell me how the implementation of my advice worked out:

As I said your advice to me on how to move forward with this faggot confirmed what much of what I already thought. Yesterday started out with the fag showing the same behaviour I initially described in my first email. I again woke up yesterday morning to a message from the fag explaining how he wanted to see me again and asking if there was anything he could do for me throughout the day. I replied only with a couple of bullet pointed tasks I needed done and an instruction for him to come to my place in the evening and to pick up some food on his way here. Sure enough, I received a message from him almost immediately telling me he understood and that he’d be there on time.

So I go about my day, finish work and get home. At about 8pm the fag arrives, right on time, with the parcel and shopping I’d asked him to pick up and two bags full of takeaway food. After telling him to come in he headed straight for the living room to sit down which irritated me. I asked him what he thought he was doing just making himself comfortable in MY house and asked him if he was expecting me to get up and put the shopping away. He looked surprised and confused for a moment before he got the message and jumped up, gathered the bags and headed to the kitchen to put groceries etc… away, apologising as he did so. While he was doing that I helped myself to the takeout food he’d brought with him and watched some TV. He came back into the living room about half an hour later having put the shopping away, he’d even tidied the Kitchen counters up, and asked if there was anything else before he sat down.

This is where I decided to start implementing your advice, with a few modifications. I told him he could sit and he headed straight for one of the armchairs but I stopped him and pointed to the floor, he came and knelt (not sat) in front of me without me even having to speak. I was still eating the takeout he’d brought and asked him if he was hungry and he nodded and told me he’d bought some of the food for himself but I’d already eaten it so I told him he could have the leftovers. I passed some of the food I didn’t want down to him and he responded with ‘Thank you, Sir”. A few minutes later I kicked my shoes off and stretched my legs out in front of him to see how he’d react to the sight and smell of my feet. It was quite funny watching him try not to stare and get distracted while he sat at my feet and ate his scraps. After a little while I told him he could touch and take a sniff of my feet, before I’d even finished speaking he’d discarded his food and was leaning forward. I let him continue to worship my feet while I watched the rest of the TV show I had on.

Once I’d finished watching the TV I told him to clear up the takeout mess and bring me back a beer, which he did with a quick “Ok, Sir”. When he came back with my beer I told him to stay standing and strip, he looked a bit nervous but didn’t protest and took of his top, trousers and socks but left his boxer briefs on. I stared him straight in the eyes and said “All of it”, he obviously didn’t want to take his boxers off, I suspect he knew where it was going to lead, but reluctantly did so. As we previously established, this faggot hasn’t fully accepted his nature and still lets embarrassment stop it from fully letting go. It’s dick is pathetic sitting at just under 5 inches hard compared to my 8.5 inches and I suspect that this only furthered his embarrassment and served as a further mental block for him. Once the faggot was completely naked I instructed him to slowly turn around so I could fully inspect him, aside from the size of the fags dick he has quite a respectable body but clearly lacks confidence.

I stood and stepped up to him and told him to kneel. He seemed to feel more comfortable kneeling in front of me than he did when we were face to face or when I had him stand up in front of me for inspection, though I suppose that makes sense seeing as it probably feels more natural for him. As you suggested in your first response I instructed him to look up at me from his position at my feet and made sure he held eye contact by placing my hand underneath his chin so it couldn’t lower his head.

I asked “What are you?”…he clearly wasn’t sure what answer I was looking for so I tightened my grip on his chin and repeated the question. He responded with “Submissive, Sir”. I explained to him it that what he was feeling was something more than simply being submissive, it was something deeper. “You’re a faggot, always have been and always will be” I told him. As has usually been the case so far with this fag, he seemed uncomfortable when I confronted him about his true nature. This baffles me because this is someone who approached me just under two weeks ago, told me himself he was inferior, who has followed my instructions, run errands and taken my loads all without question (despite the occasional silent spell) and was currently kneeling at my feet, naked after eating my leftovers, doing chores for me and worshipping my feet. Despite all of that he still resists confronting and accepting the obvious, that he is unquestionably a faggot.

I then asked again…”So, what are you?”. This time he mumbled ‘I’m a faggot, Sir”, so I asked him to say it again, louder this time, and again. The third or fourth time he repeated it he said it with more conviction, this was clearly a difficult thing for him to admit to me and, more especially, accept himself for what was probably the first time. One thing I didn’t expect was how emotional the fag would become upon admitting it was a faggot, he began to cry. He didn’t try to pull away or break eye contact, I got the impression that they were tears of relief, rather than tears of sorrow or fear, that he had finally been able to truly acknowledge what he is. Seeing that he’d began to come to terms with his identity as a fag, I praised him for his honesty with me and stroked his cheek with my thumb which seemed to calm him. I told him he was a good boy and asked if he felt better now that he’d spoken the words “I am a faggot, Sir” to which simply nodded.

As you suggested, I then told him that he belonged to me and that he was now MY faggot and he, again, nodded in response. I made him repeat back to me three times, “I belong to you now, Sir” and “I am your faggot now, Sir”. While my instincts tell me he still hadn’t fully accepted that fact, I could tell he was starting to wake up to the reality of his situation, certainly more so than when he first walked into my house earlier in the evening. I told him I was proud of my him for accepting his position as my new faggot and my superiority over him. What surprised me most was how strongly I felt in that moment. I was, undeniably, turned on by the power I held over him at that moment and by the increasing sincerity of its submission. Most surprising for me was that I wasn’t just telling my fag that I was proud of it, I genuinely was feeling very proud of it in that moment. It just felt right.

Also surprising was what happened next, I don’t fully understand what happened to me but something just took over me. It was different to anything I’ve experienced before, it wasn’t as simple as just being incredibly turned on and wanting to release. It was more like a powerful, undeniable need to fuck him. It felt like an unavoidable, inescapable conclusion to the nights events to seal the bond between a Master and his new faggot. Now I’ve been rough and dominant with sexual partners before but this was different, I was unstoppable.

I dropped my trousers and shoved my fags face hard into my bulge, letting him inhale my scent and before I knew it I was face fucking it. The faggot was in total shock and wasn’t taking my whole cock initially, but notably it didn’t resist or try to pull away. I found myself getting frustrated that my whole dick wasn’t being swallowed and forced the faggots head forward, balls deep, and held it there as I continued to thrust. The fag was struggling to breath before long and was starting to struggle so I let its head go and let it draw breath before I instructed it to climb onto the couch and give me his other hole to fuck. I fucked him harder than I think I’ve ever fucked before, the fag couldn’t stop whimpering and moaning. I think it was hurting him but he didn’t ask me to stop or try to resist, his yelling was starting to irritate me so I reached forward and wrapped one arm around the fag’s chest and pulled him close to me and used my other hand to cover its mouth and I held him there until I shot my load deep into his hole.

Once it was over I think we were both in shock. The fag was lying on the sofa, sweating and shaking from the pounding I’d just given him while I went to the kitchen to get some water. When I came back he’d sat himself up and was avoiding eye contact again. At this point I started to feel a little bit guilty for going so hard on him, even I didn’t expect I’d be that rough. I went over to him, again, used my hand to tilt his head up and make eye contact and I told him he’d been a good boy and that I was proud of how he’d taken it. He seemed to find my touch reassuring and he leant into me and thanked me.

I told him to go and get cleaned up and gave him some water. He went off to the bathroom to splash his face with some water and take a few minutes to collect himself while I had another beer and tried to understand what had just happened. I have to admit, I did feel a little guilty for how roughly I’d treated him and was trying to figure out what had come over me, I also found myself keeping an eye on him to make sure he was ok. I got myself cleaned up, redressed and sat down to watch some TV while the fag was busy in the bathroom. When he came back, I told him to get dressed and come and sit with me and he ended up curled up next to me with his head in my lap. I could tell he felt a bit fragile so I stroked his hair and reassured him that he was ok and that I was proud of him. After about an hour watching TV we’d both come down from the high and I told him to head home and get some rest, again reassuring him he’d been a good fag that night and that I was pleased to call him my property. He thanked me for praising him and told me that he’d never been fucked like that before. I asked him how he felt about being fucked that hard and what had happened over the course of the night, he took a few minutes to respond but eventually said that he enjoyed me taking control and was pleased that I was satisfied with his progress and service but that the whole situation was a lot to process. I told him I understood that this was a big step for him and that he should take the night to reflect and message me in the morning.

This morning I woke up to a good morning text from him where he thanked me for last night and that, having had the chance to think about what happened, he knows now that he is definitely a fag, though he still feels its all very new to him and he doesn’t know exactly what I expect of him. So I told him to come over again tonight and so we can talk about him exploring his new-found faggot identity and what I expect from him going forward. I’ll keep you updated on what happens.

Needless to say, I was overjoyed by Master Ben’s expert application of my advice, but I was even more astounded by the faggot’s reaction to it! Like many faggots, this one needed to be forced to admit what it is and why it exists, and then it needed to be forcefully used.

And notice how the faggot broke down in tears when forced to repeatedly admit that it’s a faggot! This was coming from a place of long-held shame and embarrassment while kneeling before a superior Alpha. Then the faggot discovered its tears were not shameful in the eyes of its Alpha, but rather beautiful!

Master Ben had additional questions for me:

There are still things I need you to clarify about the mindset and behaviour of a fag. How can a faggot feel the need to approach someone they feel in their gut is their superior, begin to run errands, pay for food/shopping, obediently follow instructions, take their superiors’ load and worship their feet, scent and cock and still not realise or accept that they are, indeed, a natural born faggot?

I also don’t fully understand the feeling/urge that came over me last night that caused me to essentially lose control and use the faggot without any inhibitions. Is it normal for this to happen and to feel some guilt after using a faggot as I did last night. I don’t regret it and didn’t feel any regret last night. I didn’t force myself to act in a certain way I just, for what I think was the first time, truly let go and did what felt right. I also didn’t force the fag and, though it would have been difficult, would not have continued if I he’d given any indication that he genuinely did not want to go through with it. I think afterwards, he gave me just as much reassurance as I gave him, though in totally different ways, that we were both happy with what happened and that it felt ‘right’ somehow.

Here’s how I answered Master Ben’s questions:

Let me tackle your questions about the night’s activities.

1. The acceptance of faghood can often be quite traumatic for some faggots. It sometimes takes a little while, helped along with consistent training from an Alpha or Master. For me, it was almost instantaneous at age 17, but that’s how I assimilate things. Other faggots are different. Your faggot has been allowed to be picky and wishy-washy about its wants/needs until it met you. Gay culture has brainwashed it into thinking that it has rights equal to yours. That needs to be deprogrammed out of it by you and your power and wisdom, Master. Just be patient and consistent.

2. Here’s a little secret, Master: when I recommended that course of action you took, I told you that not only to break the faggot … I also did it to ignite a great power in you. I have had many years of both service to Alphas and the teaching of Hierarchy under my belt, and I’ve become quite adept at motivating Alphas to embrace the almost infinite power within them. It’s a power they don’t often fully understand themselves, but I’ve experienced the brunt of it many times in my life. I knew if you got the faggot on its knees as you stood over it, methodically breaking its resistance, you would feel an overwhelming urge to claim it. This is a very common trigger in Men. Now, the faggot exceeded my expectations by actually weeping with the repeated admission of its truth, which only set you off even more. I LOVED that part. It gave you an unsurpassed opportunity to be a Destroyer Alpha and a Protector Alpha all at once. And you exceeded any and all of my hopes and dreams for that moment, Master.

My experience with Master Ben has been extraordinary so far. He’s exceptionally bright and intuitive. But best of all, he’s inquisitive. He wants to learn how to be a better Master. He wants to become the god he senses within himself.

And by golly, I think he’s well on his way!

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!

Stories of teenage Alphas discovering their Alphahood are the lifeblood of this site. I know there are a lot of Alphas who read this site and are learning about ways their Alpha brothers came to embrace this destiny. They want to know they are not alone, that the use and ownership of faggots is normal and natural.

This process can be especially difficult for gay Alphas. They grow up with today’s misguided “everybody is equal” mantra of the gay agenda drummed into their heads, so calling a sub male “faggot” or using it as a slave feels “wrong” to them.

Thankfully there are examples of natural gay Alphas like Master Ben out there leading the way!

I want to share Master Ben’s extraordinarily well-written account of his formative years and how he developed his ownership of faggots.

As a bit of background I’m 23 years old and from the United Kingdom.

It’s only relatively recently that I’ve come to think about hierarchy, alphas and faggots etc… in the way you describe on your site/twitter. I have always known and felt that I was superior to the vast majority of people I have come into contact with, I’ve always known that I was better. For me that feeling of superiority, that I now recognise as the beginnings of me realising my true nature as an alpha, has always been there and has grown stronger as the years have gone by. I don’t meet most people’s stereotypical idea of what an alpha male is, I do not have the body of a Greek god, I do not always need to be the loudest voice in the room or the centre of attention and I am not particularly interested in material things. For me these things are irrelevant, of course there are genuine alphas out there who do have fantastic bodies, who are loud and always making themselves the centre of attention and who are wealthy etc… and that is perfectly legitimate. But in many cases, these things are used as facades, as a front to cover up insecurities or failings in someone’s character and they do not truly represent the person within. For me, being an alpha is more to do with how a man sees himself. True alpha males know that they are innately superior to those around them, they are not without flaws or insecurities but true alpha males know who they are, the good and the bad, and they own it.

That assessment pretty much sums up my experience. In high school I was never one of the popular kids because I never wanted to be one of the popular kids, I didn’t seek/need others’ approval and I wasn’t going to change the way I behaved in order to fit in with boys who were deeply insecure about themselves. In my very first year of high school word quickly got round the school that I was Gay, mainly because I never tried to hide it. Of course, as they do, some boys decided to take exception to that and attempted started to (or rather attempted to) bully me, seeing me as a kid that was not particularly athletic, outgoing and also, ironically, a ‘fag’. I let this go on for a couple of weeks mainly because it never really fazed me, their name calling etc… never bothered me and, though I wasn’t particularly athletic, even back then I was not a small guy, being tall and relatively stocky. I drew the line about a month into high school when these boys found out another of my classmates was also gay. Seeing that I wasn’t really bothered by their bullying tactics they put their full effort into tormenting him, verbally and physically. So one day I offered to walk with him to the bus stop on the way home from school so that he wouldn’t be alone when they came to bully him. Sure enough two gay guys walking together was all they needed to kickstart their bullying and it was at that moment I drew the line, turning around to face their ringleader and beating the shit out of him in front of pretty much the entire school as they all left for home. I told the rest of them that I’d happily do the same thing again to each and every one of them if they so much as looked in either of our directions again. From that moment on until the day we left that school neither I nor my gay classmate ever had trouble with those guys again.

I think that incident was a turning point for me. Simultaneously, I had gained the respect of many who had witnessed the situation unfold for standing up for myself, a more vulnerable friend and taking down the guy that had, until that point, King of our year group whilst also teaching teaching everyone a valuable lesson that I was not to be messed with and that I was the one on top. After that, the way people started treating me, and continued to treat me throughout school, got me thinking. I was universally respected, many looked up to me and some, including my gay classmate and some of the my former would-be bullies, even started showing signs of what I now recognise as submission and deference to me, particularly as we all grew up and started to become sexually active etc… People listened to me, usually did what I asked them to and some would go out of their way to do things for me or to speak with me. At the time I didn’t realise this for what it was.

Fast forward to university and that’s when I would say I really started to explore and exert my influence, though at first I just saw it as a simple dominant/submissive fetish situation. I found that I naturally fell into leadership positions, people would ask me for advice and I had a certain authority over many of my course mates not only as someone they saw as being strong, self-assured and assertive but, in some cases, because I was top of my class all the way through both of my degrees. Those were the smaller, less obvious signs that could just have easily pointed to anyone who happens to have decent communication or leadership skills. I began to realise that the innate superiority and dominance I had always known was a part of me was also being noticed by those around me, this was particularly clear to me in social and private settings. In social settings I’d have people paying for my food/drinks, they’d offer to to do jobs and run errands for me, they’d give up their seats or places in lectures/fieldtrips if necessary which I now feel confident in recognising as Betas. Of course, there were also those who would go further, who I now recognise as fully fledged faggots, that often offered their service on a more consistent and long-term basis ranging from doing my laundry and grocery shopping for me while I relaxed or went out with my mates through to being my regular ‘hookups’ as referred to them before finally learning and accepting the wisdom of hierarchy and the alpha/sub relationships. These hookups were often very subservient, submissive and I always knew I was the one in control, I could be rough, degrading etc… and none of my partners ever questioned it. As I said earlier, I had always just assumed this was dom/sub fetish, but in my final year at university I met a self-professed faggot who told me that I was not just a dom but I was, in fact, an Alpha. Unfortunately once I finished university I moved to far away to use and own that faggot but the more I began to read the more all of my life experiences so far have begun to make sense.

Now that I know that I have realised I am an Alpha and have learned about the true hierarchy that underpins all of our lives I am much more finely attuned to picking up on faggots, their behaviours and I am much better at using my influence as an Alpha to my advantage. Up until now I’ve never taken a faggot for my own, though I do make good use of Betas in my workplace and personal life. I am now, however, eager to learn much more about what it means to be an Alpha, how to exert my influence and the mindset of faggots. What I have noticed about myself, and I think this extends into my treatment of inferior men, is that I do not have a consistent approach. For those who I judge to be good people, kind, caring, intelligent etc… I tend to feel very protective and treat them as pets in a way. If, however, I judge someone to be of bad character, bullies, those that take advantage of those weaker or less well of than themselves I can become very aggressive. There have been instances where I have felt the need to break, humiliate and degrade them, sometimes in public, as a form of punishment. Maybe that makes me something of a protector, seeking to care for those who need it and break/punish those who deserve it.

You can really sense the development of Master Ben’s outlook as circumstance forced him to accept his truth. Alpha power cannot be suppressed or denied forever. Alphahood is like water, always seeking its center of gravity.

I’m just glad that Master Ben discovered this about himself early in life. That will give him decades to reign and hone his skills as a Master and owner of faggots!

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 can’t imagine what it’s like to be Alpha. To be a superior Man, approached constantly and offered service at every turn. I guess it would be nice eventually, but as an Alpha is growing up, that type of adoration can be confusing and even irritating.

I constantly have Alphas on Twitter asking me why a faggot acted a certain way because they’re genuinely baffled by some of the behavior they see. Hell, I’m a faggot and I’m often baffled!

One recent episode involving a young Alpha named Ben illustrates not only the bizarre behavior of some faggots, but how Alphas can use that to their advantage.

Here’s what Alpha Ben wrote to me:

Hi, I’m looking for some insight into the mind of a faggot.

At the beginning of last week, on Valentine’s day, I got a message through at about 11:30pm from a guy I’ve known for a little while now. We’ve never met in person and have never really had much to do with each other, we were only introduced virtually when a mutual friend added us both to a group chat with a bunch of other guys. His initial message was just a simple ‘Hey’ and nothing else. I replied back asking by asking how he was doing not really expecting much in response but it did strike me as being curious that he randomly struck up a conversation for the first time ever at 11pm on Valentine’s day of all days. Not thinking much of it I waited for him to respond, it kept showing that he was typing on and off for about 20 minutes before going offline without ever replying. I thought it was a bit strange but shrugged it off and went to bed. 

The following morning, I wake up to find a new message from him apologising for the night before and asking me how I was. I replied and told him I was good, he then asked me how my Valentines day was and that he hoped it had been better than his, explaining he’d spent the day alone (again), and that he was sure ‘a guy like me’ must have had plans with someone. I told him I didn’t usually bother with valentines day as I’m not looking for a relationship and I know I can get good sex whenever I want it from some of my regular hook-ups. He then started to compliment me, saying how he admired my confidence and that life must be great for ‘guys like you’. He told me he understands why guys want to keep hooking up with me and said he’s sure I’m great in bed. 

At this point it’s becoming pretty clear to me that he’s after more than the usual, generic chat to pass the time so I asked him outright if there’s something he wanted to ask me. Again, he goes back to typing, then deleting, then typing again before he flashes up as being offline halfway through our conversation. So I’m getting pretty annoyed with him constantly asking questions, making comments about me and then disappearing halfway through a conversation. I messaged him back telling him he was pissing me off and that if he wanted to talk he needed to cut playing games and get to the point. He didn’t come back online for the rest of the day but, again, when I woke up the next morning he had apologised for the night before and he said he did have something to ask me but he wasn’t sure how I’d take it. So I told him to just ask me and if I didn’t want to answer, I wouldn’t…simple as that. 

So it turns out that all along he’d wanted to ask me if I’d ever had ‘kinky sex’. He wanted to know if I had any fetishes/kinks and if I’d ever acted on them. Now I’m quite an open person about my sexuality (I’m Gay) and about my likes/dislikes so I replied and told him that I have several fetishes/kinks etc… and asked why he wanted to know. By this point I’m almost convinced this guy is a genuine fag, judging from the way he kept on complimenting me and praising me, how he seemed to be scared/nervous to speak directly with me and kept waiting until the middle of the night when I was offline to respond and ask his questions. 

By my nature I’m quite a dominant person, in my personal and professional life I like to take control, when I speak people listen to me and usually fall in line, people turn to me for advice and guidance etc… I’ve had sexual partners that engaged in dom/sub but for them it was always roleplay, it was just a fantasy whereas for me it was my reality. It has always felt  ‘right’ that I’m on top and in charge and something was always missing from those encounters where it never felt like my partner’s submission was genuine. There have been times, however, where I have felt that a guy was genuinely submissive by nature judging by how he has approached and treated me, almost with deference and a respect that felt like it was more than just respect for a work colleague or friend. I have quite often taken advantage of that professionally and personally, getting those guys to buy me drinks, food, run errands and pick up work for me, all done without hesitation, question or the expectation of getting something in return. I’ve never taken the relationship with these subs beyond day to day errands and simple things that make my life easier, though I’ve always suspected I could make more use of them and they wouldn’t question it, because they’re work colleagues or friends of friends and I can’t be bothered with them developing an attachment that I then have to deal with at work or when I’m trying to socialise with my mates. 

This guy and his messages, however, is different. I don’t work with him and we never meet up socially with our mutual friends. He told me he was, in his words, ‘a sissy boy’ who liked to be dressed up, degraded and humiliated…just as I had suspected, a fully fledged faggot. I didn’t respond immediately as I wanted to see if and how he would approach me now that we both knew who was in charge, it took a little while but a few hours later he came back and asked me if I was still there, addressing me as Sir. Since then we’ve been messaging regularly, he keeps telling me how he can’t stop thinking about serving me and that he wants to be useful but it seems as though, despite him seeking me out and taking the decision (unprompted) to acknowledge that he is inferior to me, he still hasn’t accepted and come to terms with his position in life. 

It’s been less than two weeks since he first approached me and I’ve already had him run errands for me, pay for my shopping, he’s offered himself up for me to use and release my frustration etc… Having said that, there are days when he doesn’t respond to messages and there are times when it’s almost as though he gets embarrassed and tries to pretend he’s not just been running my errands all day before getting face-fucked in the evening and that the whole he’s not submissive at all, it’s almost like indignation that he’s being treat that way, and then the next day he’s back to being a submissive little slut who won’t stop apologising for his earlier behaviour. It’s like he wants to submit but can’t bring himself to actually do it. My instinct tells me this is his first time submitting, or wanting to submit, and that he needs to be broken before he will accept his true nature. I’m minded to stop going so easy on him and start teaching him the true meaning of submission, respect and discipline as I’m sick of messing around with him. 

Thoughts?

I replied this way:

First of all, your situation demonstrates the absolute truth of Hierarchy. You’re a gay Alpha, yet you view faggots and Hierarchically-inferior males exactly the same as straight Alphas. That’s important to note here, because your approach to the issue is the same either way.
 
You’re absolutely correct, Sir – this faggot hasn’t fully accepted that it is a faggot. It’s nature is pushing it to accept this, but its pride and self image are resisting. Many people fall into this trap, which leads only to emptiness and unfulfillment. 
 
This faggot will only find fulfillment serving as your owned property.
 
I’m glad to hear that you are using it for errands and breeding/feeding it already, Sir. Those are important first steps, especially the regular cum loads. Your cum is very powerful as a mind control delivery system, and the more you give it, the more control you gain over the faggot. 
 
But given that the faggot hasn’t fully surrendered to you, that can only indicate that it is afraid. So here’s where you must implement your natural Alpha power and authority, Sir. You need to get inside the faggot’s head and reassure it that serving you is its purpose, and that you want it to fully submit to you so that you can care for its needs and train it properly. 
 
Here’s what I suggest as a first step: Make the faggot strip naked and kneel. Stand over it and look down at it. Make it hold your gaze. Then I want you to get the faggot to admit out loud that it is a faggot. Not a “yes” answer, but have it repeat “I am a faggot, Sir.” Then tell it you are proud of it, saying “good boy” or “good faggot” while stroking its hair. Tell it that you want to own it completely. Then have it repeat “I am YOUR faggot”, which is a psychologically different thing for it to admit. Praise it again. After that, breed it. 
 
You might need multiple sessions like this, always with the emphasis that the faggot needs to relinquish control and surrender itself to you. 
 
Further steps I’d recommend involve a chastity cage, because you caging your faggot is similar in meaning (to a faggot) as collaring – it’s like a wedding ring for a faggot. Psychologically, the cage (or collar) emphasizes the inferiority of the faggot and its owned status. You also might want to move the faggot into your home in order to deepen its need to constantly serve your needs.

I haven’t heard from Alpha Ben yet to see if he was able to implement what I suggested. But I think it’s important to note a couple of things.

1. Faggots aren’t going to confuse Alphas for long. The game playing is only going to force them to use more aggressive means to break a faggot down.

2. Alphas have the patience and confidence to wait. Faggots twist themselves into incoherency trying to process their feelings, but Alphas are able to wait out a faggot and strike at the right moment.

3. Faggots really need Alphas to take control of them and their behavioral issues. Without that guidance, faggots become feral and lost.

I really hope Alpha Ben manages to rope this faggot and subdue it. It’s truly the natural order of things, and by conquering this faggot Alpha Ben will not only change the faggot’s life, but his as well.

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Nobody alive understands Hierarchy as well or as deeply as Master Dino. He lived it in his life as a straight Alpha, so when it came time to claim his first faggot (now fagwife Jamie), he was already agreeable to the precepts of Hierarchy. And in the years since then, he has built a large, Hierarchically-governed compound in the mountains where he teaches Alphahood to Men like his Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean, and faghood to the harem of faggots living/working there.

It’s like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, except it has a river of cum instead of chocolate, and the everlasting gobstoppers are the raging Alpha cocks searching for holes. And overseeing and directing it all is God Dino.

I’m regularly surprised at how intimately-involved God Dino is in the training and care of everyone at this Hierarchical Mecca. He trains and encourages the Alphas just as he trains and comforts the faggots. In Hierarchical terms, God Dino is literally God.

The arrival of Master Cal, an obvious straight Apex Alpha damaged by a loveless wife, presented God Dino with a chance to refine his Alpha training program. We’ve covered much of it on this site, and many of you have remarked about the subtle details of what God Dino is teaching Master Cal.

But no training I’ve ever known matches what God Dino did with Master Cal. It’s called “The Blessing Ceremony,” and it’s designed to create maximum desire in both Alphas and faggots.

Here’s Master Cal’s description of it:

         This happened, I think, the second Sunday I was here. You know this Hierarchical stuff is almost a religion, especially here. Lol I thought this was a terrific answer to the question, Why are these fags SO loving and submissive to these particular Men? I see they are treated maybe a little better than your average fag but their owners are pretty high in Hierarchy and ‘society’ so that’s a part of it. However, a Man ain’t always teddybear huggable,  you get Me. Clearly, faggots here are not abused in any way at all. They are sometimes used to exhaustion but not one will stop asking for use until it’s Master of that moment is finished. Loyal and hungry to a fault, yet unspoiled and definitely the hardest of workers. They care for 14 Boys, the youngest of which is about a year old, I think. They help mommy when she needs them. They clean this huge place and are on call for any Man not working or out that day. They never complain, they adore We Men. I was about to discover one of the reasons why.

               It was one Sunday morning. I was summoned by God to His Sanctuary. He still scared Me shitless then. (Still does. Lol) I went in. Pop was naked and hard in His bed. I sat on one side as he explained that every Sunday morning before breakfast He or Chad, Dean, or Tank ‘blessed’ the faggots. Pink faggot came in and crawled up on Pop’s huge bed and knelt between His knees. “What is your request, sweet pinkfaggot?” Pop asked.       “Yes Sir, please Sir, could, would you personally use me more often? I love you Master! I love you so much Master!”
                   Then Pop took faggots ears, pulled it up and kissed it and told it yes. Then Pop pulled pinky’s head down and she swallowed His cock! Pop can bust on cue most times and as soon as she hit bottom Pop started feeding her. When it was over she thanked Him and left.

        You get the idea. Almost any faggot request is granted, if possible. That Sunday was Tank’s. Since He is gone it became My Sunday. What a fucking RUSH! I thought it would be damned hard to cum on cue  but the Alpha power gained by blessing these fags just makes it happen. I dare any Man be in that god-like situation and NOT bust when that submissive, sweet cum hole swallows your cock with such love and REVERENCE! No real Man could hold back His nut. Well Pop could. He can do anything IMHO.  Lol

         I forgot to say each faggot comes in freshly scrubbed, smelling so sweet and clean. I always allow them a 5 second look into My eyes. I was surprised at many of the responses My gift to them received.  To My amazement, most couldn’t do it for more than about 2 seconds, many couldn’t at all! Fuck and Goddamn, sam! What a fucking joy it is being Alpha! 

           But, each encounter is only maybe 4 minutes long unless one is over emotional and must be comforted. Pop told Me terry spent 20 minutes asking, begging to be My personal faggot until I left. Of course this was early on before I even knew it was anything but orangefaggot. Then He said as He left, “Shit like that puts an extra Alpha grunt in Your rut, doesn’t it Boy?” Lol Man I love Pop!

           My Sunday is coming up soon. I’m already hard, hell, I STAY hard now! But, last night Pop gathered His ‘Boys’ in His office. He told Us Wednesday was another training day for Me. He said when we woke this morning, no sex, no clothes were to be worn. Go downstairs, have breakfast then leave faggots doing usual chores. We were to parade around hard all day doing things as closely as We could to the faggots so they would hungrily yet shamefully stare at the Real Men they worship. We could watch vids and rub one out–almost–so the little faggot’s lust would consume them inside while they try to pretend they aren’t DYING for just one quick taste of even a Man’s snot while they keep working. Pop also advised Me to try and let My precum plop on the tile floor real close to a fag so they can hear it, see it and smell it. He said it’s funny and sweet how their eyes will go back and forth to the cum on the floor to you to your cock trying to figure out what to ask for first. Lol

              Then to Me He said, “I’m aware this is a lot of fun for you Boys but its about responsibility too. If you want to own several faggots like Chad you got to have power, sure, but endurance is something that will bring You blessings time and again. When You are in control of You body and Power, Son You will have any woman and any hole You WILL EVER DESIRE. And They will mutherfucking PLEAD with You for any chance to be a part of Your life or in a faggots case, to be claimed by You. Always try to choose carefully. But, as I was saying this seems fun but remember You are learning to control Your mind and body. You may not orgasm until after dinner. You will have a normal day off, whatever that is to You. The difference being You will openly display Yourself and Your Manhood to faggots as you conduct Your day.”

       Pop was right. I am on fire to bust and My precum is leaking like a dripping faucet. Sure enough, it is fun flicking precum off My cock next to a faggot and see that hunger but it fires the hunger in Me to take that faggot and cum in her stickpussy! Goddamn, this is going to be one of those ‘I survived it’ tests. Lol My little terry may not be in one piece after I use her tonight. I’m going to be SO fucking turned on after today! Fuck! Fuck, sam! Just FUCK! 

I was speechless after reading this. This training program is next-level insight that I think every Alpha should experience! It’s a holistic approach that tackles every aspect of Alphahood, in mind, body, and spirit. It’s beautiful.

Master Cal wrote the next day or so to tell me about his experience afterward:

What a night! I made it all day without busting! By the time dinnertime came and went I swear if a fag had even approached me I would’ve blasted a load across a football field!! After eating Pop said, “Alright boys, go feed and fuck the faggots. They’re primed and ready.” I yelled at terry to get the fuck upstairs and I followed the smoke she left behind her in her race to My suite. 

           When I got there I lay on the bed, my super hard cock aching to shoot and my precum flowing as never before. I smiled at terry and told her tonight might be rough on her because I’ve never felt like such a MAN! She smiled and said she knew after holding off all day I would probably have the biggest orgasm of My life and she wanted to do something special for Me to show Me how much she loved me and how she lived only to please and satisfy Me. I happily said sure! I was sitting on the bed, my cock standing straight up and drooling. I warned her My first load would start the instant she touched My cock. She looked at her Master, told Me I was Her God. Then she put only the head of My cock in her mouth and gently sucked it while barely flicking her tongue around it.  She did it all so slowly it delayed My ‘instant orgasm’ about 10 seconds. In that 10 seconds My nuts jumped and churned, My head spun and My power began to overflow. The bitch knows when I’m going to cum and like 2 seconds before I did she moaned like she does when I make her cum. FUCK! I started pumping My load while she held My cockhead, still barely sucking and licking and swallowing My cum. After about the 5th rope bitch engulfed My cock, turned on the suction, and stayed all the way down on My cock while I called her My filthy slut and shot the other 10 ropes down into her guts. Fuck sam! I fucked her at least 9 times last night and even filled 4 other faggot holes while never forgetting My own hungry cunt. For the first time I’d done what My Brother cautioned Me about-terry is now on her faggot period.  Mommy has nursed and cared for her this morning while managing to slut 2 loads out of her Boy! Goddamn mommy is the world’s greatest cocksucker! All the fags are above average at it but mommy seems to have this understanding of what each of Us Dudes like best and then uses that knowledge to show Us what Gods We are. Mommy loves her Boys and makes Us feel fucking invincible! She’s SO goddamned good it’s hard to stop her from draining every fucking one of Us. She’s goddamned hard to resist!       

When I first saw terry bleeding I was concerned. She just said to please at least shoot My load and then call mommy. She assured Me she’d be fine and was really proud I had cared so much for her that I destroyed her pussy. She was honored I fucked her bloody!! FUCK AND GODDAMN, faggot! I’m telling you, EVERY GODDAMN DAY something happens to blow My mutherfucking mind! I almost abused My faggot and she is HAPPY that I’ve fucked her raw and bloody! No breeder cunt on earth understands and craves a Man like a fag! They really have no idea what really pleases and satisfies a Man. I’m so glad I had no qualms of fucking faggots. My life was a sad and sorry affair before My Brother opened My eyes and gave Me a real, true view of what a Man’s life is supposed to be. I just hope My life brings more honor to Pop, Chad, and Dean. They gave Me life. I hope I make Them proud of Me. 

Thanks to the skillful training provided by God Dino, Master Cal has been able to channel his Alphahood and purpose while also rebuilding his confidence. He’s on solid ground now, building a foundation to a Kingdom that will never be toppled!

As for God Dino and The Family, they are more than proud of Master Cal. Bonds forged with Hierarchical Truth yoke these Alphas and faggots together in love and purpose, and it will never be broken!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

The true story of straight Master Cal’s discovery of faggots and his apprenticeship under the guidance of God Dino and Masters Chad and Dean will undoubtedly end up being one of the most definitive sagas in all Hierarchical literature. It’s so full of wonder and awe, power and passion, that its depth of truth cannot ever be erased or denied.

In fact, “awe” is the operative word to describe Master Cal these days. He now owns a devoted faggot, and lives like an Olympian God alongside his fellow God Alphas, tended to lovingly by a harem of talented faggot whores (is that redundant?).

His life has changed COMPLETELY in just a matter of three or four weeks. He went from Manhood to Godhood so quickly that I’m surprised he didn’t die from sudden decompression.

Just listen to Master Cal describe his wonder:

         Can’t believe you posted about My greatness and didn’t inform Me! Lol What is it Chad says? “I’m just poking your pussy.” 

Anyway, when I woke terry was already over in the small kitchen of My ‘suite’ as everyone calls Our rooms. When she saw I was awake she ran over and assumed ‘Master’s urinal’ position. When I finished I just held her head and let My cock grow down her throat. She loves that! Amazing! Breeder cunts would have Us arrested for Our natural right to take and use any hole on earth but faggots get off on doing shit Men want to do to women but can’t without risking jail and ostracisim. As little actual time all this has been My life, I can’t imagine a life and a future without owning fags. Even though you aren’t a Man, can you picture how PUMPED it makes a Man to have faggots begging to be My urinal, moaning in heat while they lick My Manhole, almost fighting for a taste of My cum? They envy My terry’s place but without negativity, like they regret I chose her instead of them. The fags gets along well. I think it’s because all faggots are used by all the Men so nobody gets too jealous, just a little harmless envy. Besides any shit that might be unbecoming faggot behavior is crushed in a second by the Savior.  You should see Him sam.  My Brother is a MASTER at handling, caring for, caring about, and guiding any faggot. He can even discipline one yet leave her knowing how special and unique she is and how she is an important part of the family. I’ve never seen anything like His power. He’s so humble about the real Hierarchical achievements He has surpassed. Chad isn’t known for His humility in most things. LOL Really, He only brags about shit that’s not real important to life, kind of like poking fun at Himself like He LOVES to do to everybody else. 
                  

I don’t know who I am to comment on Chad’s ego. Fuck faggot, terry will point Me to another post about Me. Reading the shit makes Me hard! I’m getting a bone because of My own awesomeness! Lol  How’s that for Goddamn ego! While terry is cooking and I watch her enjoy caring for Me. I didn’t give her the usual morning load. I’m teasing her so I didn’t cum and told her to continue her chores. I’m sitting here hard. She stares more than she should. She is hungry and happy. I can make her gasp by fingering My precum and rubbing it around the head of My cock. Once I almost nutted, teasing faggot and Myself. terry knows the instant I’m going to nut and when I almost did but held it back, I saw she had been ready to pounce from across the room! If I had busted My slut baby would have gotten every drop. The reverence for My cum is incredible. Breeder cunts shame a real Man’s load. Dirty faggots consider it like Holy water from the Gods. One spilled drop to them is like throwing diamonds into the ocean. I saw Pop comfort a faggot once. It had coughed eating His load and lost some of His truly sacred cum. She was inconsolable and wracked with guilt and shame. Pop had her calm and quiet in about 2 minutes of whispering in her ear and gently rocking her. Pop is God, faggot. He really is. He handles so much in one day. My Brothers told Me how it took both of Them to cover Pop’s work while He was on vacation. Not only did They have to work longer and harder to equal Pop’s output but the, frankly, mind-bending stress and the near genius ability required to instantly read and then act in any type of situation would crush lessers. 

          I said it before but I know My first 30 years were Goddamn shit to prepare Me and make Me appreciate life now. Hell, Chad’s even got Me thinking about breeding some Sons. Before, I had nothing to be proud of and wanted no children.  Now, I want Sons to teach and train to be real, free MEN! I want Them to be a part of this family and know it’s love and warmth. I never had those things–until now. And I want to share My joy with the world! Dudes–go claim a faggot! Today, this fucking minute! You guys don’t know what you’ve been missing! Go take one, it’s your RIGHT as an Alpha Male.

If you can find a better description of The Real Life of Alphahood anywhere on the internet, I’d love to read it.

That final paragraph is a knockout. Any straight Alpha reading that should be moved to action immediately.

Master Cal is living The Real Life nature always intended for him. He’s giddy, flying above the clouds and nothing but clear, blue skies everywhere!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a whirlwind three weeks for Master Cal, the straight Apex Alpha who found purpose here on FWA and in the home of God Dino and his God Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean. One day he was learning about Alphas and faggots for the first time, and practically the next day he was fucking and breeding multiple faggots with his new Alpha brothers!

Master Cal has approached every challenge he’s faced at God Dino’s sprawling compound with a mixture of courage, curiosity, and pure dominant aggression. He’s tapping into powers he never knew he had, and he’s loving it!

The latest of the series of lessons he’s received about Alphahood just concluded yesterday, and it was a doozy! Here’s what he had to say about it:

              I’m lying in bed AMAZED at what went down last night. I thought nothing could ever make Me feel more power coursing through Me. I was wrong.

              Dean and I used bunny last night. (What a litte dynamo!) Mommy sucks better but bunny just won’t quit! She begged, pleaded, and cajoled 3 loads from each and finally fell asleep at Our feet. We chatted a while. I noticed Dean’s cock was rock hard again. He looked at Me and smiled. I remembered Him and Chad saying that He liked sucking Chad’s cock sometimes and the power He gets from it. It was kinda embarrassing.  I didn’t think it was for Me but My Brother laid down some simple truths and I was now hard as steel too. I nodded He could suck Me if He wanted. Goddamn, within 60 seconds I was blowing My load! It was mind blowing! After I stopped shooting Dean looked up at Me, thanked His Alpha Brother for the shot of power and then He said, “Follow Me Brother. I am about to teach you another aspect of Godhood.” MUTHERFUCK sam! I had no idea what was going to go down. 

              My Brother lead Me downstairs to faggot quarters where We proceeded to fuck every faggot in the place! Even mommy was sent down to worship her Boys and to be fucked silly. Dean had included Me in one of His night raids of debauchery. After pumping cum in a faggot, Dean would turn to grayfaggot who never left His side, and RAPE her mercilessly.  Even at His wildest, I’ve never seen Chad as animalistic as Dino was! This fucker is a beast! I’d hate to see anybody cross either of My Brothers. They be obliterated! 
            After over 30 hours of fucking fags, raping fags, feeding fags and just being, in general, horny Alpha Men, We collapsed and started talking. Chad had joined Us the last 10 hours or so and all three were lying down, laughing and breathing hard, circled by sleeping, exhausted faggots full of cum, every conquered hole glistening with Alpha sperm. sam, WTF?? I can barely move and My Brothers are energized! They want to raid the fridge and continue the onslaught on stickpussy! This is a way to relax for Them! Man, grayfaggot loves Dean. Every time He filled a pussy He would turn to gray fucking POUND that cunt until He busted and then He’d grab her hair and drag her to the next waiting fag, drop her, fuck another fag while gray worshipped His feet and legs. When finished with that one He’d then fuck gray like a back alley whore again! Let Me say, if gray weren’t a faggot, she’d be an imposing male. At least 6 feet and built like a Man, gray succumbed to Chad and Dean’s desires after attempting to defend her real-life sister that Chad knocked up earlier. Dean knocked out her front teeth when she tried to attack Chad. About 3 days later gray was back, this time to accept its fate as another cum hole for the Alpha Men here.

       Bunny is awake. I hear Chad’s smile as He says, “Goddamn filthy slut.” and lies back to receive more deserved worship. I see a couple more fags waking and 3 crawl over to Me with pleading eyes. I kick Dean’s leg to wake Him. He sees the crowd of sluts closing in and smiles. I tell Him I might need His help. He laughs and says one day this experience would simply be an appetizer for the feast later on. Faggots are feeding off all 3 Men. I hear Chad. “Yeah, eat My cum, you fucking whore” My terry is beaming with love while swallowing My 10. As My Holy Brother says, “Life is SWEET,  faggot.”

Not many straight Alphas get the chance to receive this kind of instruction, encouragement, and brotherhood. I think Master Cal understands what a unique privilege he’s receiving daily with The Family.

I can’t help but think about all of those straight Alphas out there still stuck inside society’s cage, unwilling to actually use their power and discover the Real Life offered by Hierarchy.

That might’ve been Master Cal, too, but he’s been freed by Hierarchical Truth. And now that he’s tasted the “forbidden fruit” laid out for him on Master Dino’s bountiful table, there’s no going back!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Master Chad is quite familiar with pussy. He’s already fucked more females than most Men twice his age, which has led (as it inevitably does) to fathering more than 40 children already (he has 13 of his sons now living with him). Suffice it to say Master Chad loves everything about pussy except for the headaches that often come with it.

That’s why it was such a revelation to him when his Father God Dino introduced him to faggot pussy. He discovered he could fuck it all day long, breed it full of his potent seed, get rough with it, and the faggot would gratefully crawl back for more. Faggots were everything he wanted in a female, but amplified.

Still, faggots don’t have true female pussies. However, they can be created for the right amount of money.

Which brings us to Master Chad and his new fagwife C.C. Over the time they have been together C.C. has become so submissive and devoted to her Owner and Master that she yearned to give him a very special gift: to have her male genitalia removed and fashioned into a true female pussy!

When Master Chad learned of this, he was overwhelmed. God Dino wanted to make this happen for his firstborn, so he contacted a trusted doctor and tapped into the family fortune in order to expedite the process.

The surgery occurred several weeks ago, and it went well. As Master Chad ruminated on the sacrifice his fagwife made for him, he sent this incredible letter:

Just wanted to tell ya your sister’s new pussy is looking fine! The doc was really able to make it look like how I like a slash’s cunt to look. In about a fortnight [Us Guys are fucking with Dino and are all speaking in His well-intoned manner, as well as using a courtly, polysyllabic vocabulary. I love fuckin with a Brother! Don’t sweat it cumdumpster, I will receive payment in kind. LMAO] I will be charting new territory of My favorite property. This cunt so loves her Savior she’s already saved her cherry stick pussy for Me to claim, which I did beautifully. Now she’s got a vagina cherry for Me to bust and claim! Fuck faggot, you catch how powerful, how fuckin horny that makes a real fuckin Dude? My faggotwife loves and worships Me SO bloody much she’s changed her body, for Me! Because it would please Me! Maybe I CAN be Pop’s equal one day.

Truly, I just wanted to tell ya, she’s almost healed. Swelling is almost gone, pain is now non-existent. In 2 weeks I take her for her final, for a few weeks anyway, visit. The doc is gonna talk to us about limits and shit until some time in the future. The doc knows Us well, knows how We live.

I can only imagine the joy and pleasure Master Chad will experience as he enters the new vagina his fagwife has given to him! As for C.C., her ecstasy will be immeasurable!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

One of the reasons why I have been so diligent to carefully link together the true stories on this site into separate, easily browsed categories is the effect it has on a new visitor. These stories (some spanning a couple of years of posts!) create a web into which new visitors are caught up and enticed to read more. Once they do, they are inevitably triggered to action, whether it be a rejection of Hierarchy, or a sudden curiosity of a certain aspect.

This is what I want to happen with the information here. I don’t want complacency about this material. Once understood, it requires action.

Ultimately, this has been the legacy of this website, its success and its importance. No other site in this space has succeeded in introducing faggot ownership and use to as many straight Alphas as this site. I’m justifiably proud of this site’s record.

And it’s happened once again!

A couple of weeks ago I received a fairly frantic email from a completely straight Alpha named Cal. Here’s what he wrote:

My name is Cal. I was sent to your website by a friend. He did it for laughs but now I feel something inside me, something strange and wonderful.  

     I read several posts and was so intrigued by “In praise of an Alpha hunter” or close to that title. It spoke of a Master Chad and the total adoration of his faggot. I’ve dreamed of having a bitch, a female, hunger for me like that since I was about 10. I’d given up that dream but wanting to know more I read the Master Chad thread. God damn! Imagine my surprise to learn this dude is not even 20 and living like a God. To my amazement I realized that since reading of his first experience with a faggot I’d been rock hard. Could I be Alpha? I’m a fairly tough dude. I got a lot in common with Chad, including what has been a lifelong embarrassment-I have an abnormal amount of semen. I’ve never told that before. Bitches always complain and have made me ashamed.  Chad and his father are proud they cum like this. I’m so turned around. I mean WTF? Do faggots like 3 and 4 ounces of cum? I’m kind of freaked out. I would never admit this to my buddies but I found one of the vids of Alpha and faggot. I started shooting before I could get my fucking cock out. I splattered my keyboard and monitor. I shot cum down my pants leg. What is happening to me? I’m turned on seeing a faggot deepthroat a cock. I’ve never even thought about touching a man. And Chad married his faggot, WTF? It’s all so fucking strange! I feel exhilarated, powerful, but also a bit dirty. I need to talk to someone. Is it possible to write Chad or Dino? You seem knowledgeable could I write you. From my reading I get the feeling I’m not supposed to open up to a faggot. You are a lowly creature, less than a man, right? I don’t know where to turn or even if I should act on this. I know it turns me the fuck on to think of a faggot begging for My cum. Is my cum really the sacred stuff the Alphas say it is? Do faggots really want to eat my load? If they do, I really don’t give a good God damn they are men. I’ve been shamed so many times because of my load. Females bitch like hell after we fuck because the bed is always soaked. I feel like a big pussy for saying this but can you help me faggot? God damn I can’t believe this shit. I’m gonna dump another load then shower. I already have cum drenching my leg. I might as well watch another video then clean up. I mean I usually rub one out 4 or 5  times a day. Do faggots like getting used that much, with this much cum? It blows my mind. Will anyone speak with me? I have no one in my life I can turn to with this. It’s hard for me to even admit this shit or that I need guidance.  One thing I’ve known all my life-I’m a fucking Man! I feel this to be very masculine yet also wrong.  I need to ask questions. 

I never heard of Alpha and faggot shit before. Yesterday when I went to the FWA site it was like a cross between a kid in a candy store and a detour through hell. Exciting and frightening at the same time. I haven’t slept because my cock won’t go down. I’ve jacked off 8 times watching vids and imagining busting my loads into hungry faggots. I’m on fire.

I really need advice on this. Are you real? Is the site just a J.O. place? If I’ve been fooled, well, it wouldn’t be the first time. I won’t write again if I get no response. What’s one more disappointment in this life. I hope you answer. This is such a risk for me. Thanks for your time. I won’t bother you again. I was so excited about the possibilities that seem open to me. I have lots of built-up aggression and anxiety. I thought this life might provide some release. Whether you reply or not I’ll continue to investigate this phenomenon somehow. I’m too pumped about it to just ignore it. 

Needless to say, I was thrilled! I wrote him back to reassure him that it’s completely real and quite true. Master Cal was floored. He asked me if I could connect him with Master Chad, God Dino’s burgeoning God Alpha son. I did so eagerly, knowing full well that, if anyone could answer an Alpha’s questions about faggots, it would be Master Chad!

So Master Cal reached out to Master Chad, and incredibly Master Chad agreed to call him the next day! In the meantime, Master Cal wrote a little more about his life to this point:

       I noticed your name was all lower case letters. Should I do that when writing about faggots? Damn! I got a lot to learn. My cock will not go down. I lost count of how many loads I’ve shot since finding your site. I can’t believe this is real. Men actually live this way and get worshipped? WTF? I thought I was crazy. As a kid I dreamed of being a king with all kinds of pussy anytime I wanted it. The way  I grew up, well it wasn’t exactly a place of sanity. I doubt everything until it is proven now. 

     To answer your questions I’m in my 30’s. I’m not rich but I don’t work. See, when I left home it was because of a woman. She was my way out. We married but that was a mistake. What a cunt she was! She wanted to be the man and  constantly put me down. She shamed me on my loads. She loved my big cock but told me I was a freak because of my cum. Anyway the bitch died in an accident and I live off the double indemnity life insurance I had on her. So I’m not wealthy but never have to work again. Any feelings I had for her she killed way before the train killed her, the cunt. For the first time, since she died, I’m free. No church, no mouthy cunt, no job but no action either. I love blow jobs but good blow jobs. Hard finding bitches that can suck a big cock and no bitch ever wants my load. I want to see a faggot eat my load like the vids. I still can’t believe it would want my cum. Since my first letter I have seen porn where a dude shot a little bit in a faggot mouth and it lapped it down but maybe you don’t realize what I shoot. All my reading at FWA I only saw one Man, Dino, who might come just a bit more than me. If I sent you a pic of my load you’d see they are remarkably similar. I also see faggot pronouns are it or she and Men receive capital letters in text. I like that respect and will try to use that.

        I have written Chad and got a reply with a phone number to call at 1. Tell me sam, oh I mean faggot, do you know Him well? It’s obvious they ‘live on the edge’, if you know what I mean. Are they mafia or something. They’re Italian and vaguely kind of outlaws I guess. I don’t give a shit if they’re some of the ten most wanted as long as they’re friendly to Me and can teach Me about this new life. And maybe arrange for me to fuck a fag. I can’t wait to talk to Chad. I’m 31 but He seems more of a Man than Me. Wow, 14 Sons, a faggotwife, and a stable of faggots to use 24/7 and still has female pussy too? It’s a fucking dream! How could I have lived so long and never heard about Alpha life. They should teach it in school.

     Well faggot if you can, answer before 1 o’clock. Maybe you can give Me some insight into Chad’s thinking and any tips on what to avoid. I think He and I are going to fucking hit it off. He says I’m a new Brother and He will be happy to show Me the ‘right’ way an Alpha lives and acts. I hope I can count on you to teach Me how a faggot behaves. If I learn from both of you I might be able to wrap my mind around this hidden world that has kept Me hard for 2 days.

      Maybe it’s not right to say it but thank you faggot. I think you both are about to change My life.

I will cherish that final sentence for the rest of my life. I’ve been involved in changing a lot of lives through this site, but I’ve never had anyone anticipate it so accurately before. And little did Master Cal realize that, with Master Chad getting involved, he was actually standing on the precipice of a black hole that leads to a completely different world!

Hell, even I didn’t anticipate what happened next! I received this message the following day:

My afternoon

C

Cal

to me
Jan 15

Details

faggot sam,    Or should I say cock jockey? That’s what Chad calls you. I’m having a hard time wrapping My head around everything.  My Brother Chad is a fucking whirlwind of a dude! Brash, funny, in your face, and macho as a mutherfucker can be, Chad is a very special and masculine dude. I called and after a 10 minute conversation I was ready and anxious to meet Him. The fucker said He was outside My apartment building in a black Cadillac Escalade! I went out and this dude was sitting there with a beer and a faggot sucking His cock!!! He was so casual about it! It blew My mind! He said I should get in if My cock wasn’t so hard I couldn’t bend My leg. I realized My gym shorts had a tent right out in public! I was a little uneasy but I hopped in so nobody else could see. Before I even could speak the faggot had My 10 inch cock down her throat! I instantly shot My wad and the faggot just kept sucking! Chad grinned and said, “Sit back Brother and enjoy it this time”. He patted faggot’s head and said, “Make it a good one, mommy”. Then He told Me He was hungry and was going to find a drive through for a burger while I got the BEST FUCKING BLOWJOB I HAVE EVER GOTTEN!! GOD DAMN! The faggot had sucked 2 loads out and I hadn’t even seen its face, not that it mattered. Lol After it got My nut I realized He called it mommy. I was being blown by Master Dino’s perfect faggot! I couldn’t believe it! Chad explained one of His Sons had a cold and cc wanted to stay with the kid so He brought His mommy, the queen of cocksuckers to impress Me. Fuck! I am IMPRESSED! I’m also freaked out, stunned beyond belief, and feel like a God! When I told Him I just couldn’t believe all this, a faggot was blowing Me-in public-He just laughed and said this a normal, everyday thing. Then He said if I wanted I could come to His place and use any or all the faggots there! I blew the faggot another nut upon hearing that and finally went soft. The faggot stayed on Me and gently sucked until it got the last drop of My load!! Chad just pulled out His own cock and faggot was on it! He pulled in Hardee’s and asked if I wanted anything. I told Him I liked the Frisco burger and a chocolate shake. He pulled right up to the drive through and ordered 4 burgers and 2 shakes then up to the window with the faggot still eating His cock!! The windows were darkly tinted. He only put down the window enough to stick His hand out with the cash. The faggot never even flinched and kept eating Him. When they handed the food to Him Chad rolled the window COMPLETELY DOWN! The faggot was on display and the dude at the window went white but I swear he licked his lips too. Chad thanked him and drove away! WTF?! Then He said, “Get My nut bitch. I want to eat.” The faggot swallowed him and I could see it’s throat muscles moving as she did some shit with His bag. Then He said, “Yeah, Goddamn it” and faggot was fed again! After He nutted He grinned and asked her if she wanted some burger. She said yes but would prefer more cum! At a traffic light He fucking fed her a bite of chewed burger out of His mouth and she swallowed it like it was a lifesaving serum! Then He kissed her and spit a huge wad in her mouth. She had an orgasm and My cock JUMPED back up. Chad laughed and said I definitely needed to go home with Him. And not just for sex. He wanted to answer the questions He knew I had screaming in My mind. When I asked where He lived, I’m in Syracuse, He’s outside Mexico, like 20 something miles from Me! All this time Alphas are living as Gods so close! It must be fate that I read about this particular Brother. We talked a while and We really hit it off. He’s a wild dude who takes no prisoners. His enthusiasm for Alpha life, for using faggots and breeder cunts as He calls them, and for His macho way of hunting with nothing but a knife and His intelligence is unending. He has 48 kids! The Sons live with Him. They are the important ones and the ‘slash’ are unimportant! He told Me about being ill from exhaustion some time ago because He was fucking or feeding 20 different holes per day!! He is THE definition of Man/Stud/Alpha! He calls Me Baby Brother and even though I’m about 12 years older I feel like He’s My Big Brother. Also He worships His ‘Pop’ and if ‘God, the Father’ is the MAN Chad claims, shit! He must be God. I’m nervous about meeting Him.

      I’m having some heating issues which they are fixing in the morning so I couldn’t go with Him this evening but He’s coming back tomorrow and I’m invited to stay as long as I need guidance! He’s said He and His Father and Brothers have a lot to teach Me and I have My choice of what He calls the house faggots to use!! If this is a Goddamn dream I hope I never wake up!

      THANK YOU fAGGOT sAM!!! I can’t wait until tomorrow night! I’m elated, nervous, horny, and a little scared. You never answered My question about their Italian family business so I’m certain I was right. They are a family of questionable means but who gives a fuck? I’m sure that’s how He found My place. All i said was that i lived in Syracuse in a downtown apartment! I don’t care what They do as long as they like Me. In all, Chad tells Me there are 10 faggots in residence, all anxiously waiting to be fucked! I don’t know about the others but, with Dino’s permission, I’m going to give His faggot everything I got because I’ve NEVER had a blowjob like she gave. I hope she likes getting FUCKED because I want to show her My appreciation. Hell sam, no cunt has ever been able to swallow all 10 inches and that faggot ate My cock like it was a fucking tic-tac! Then she, she savored and treasured My load and made sure to get every fucking drop!!! How is this way of life still hidden from a world view? faggot, thanks to you and My new Big Brother I am on My way to being a MASTER! I have many questions for you but will ask later tonight. Right now I’m going to rub one out thinking of mommy’s sweet fucking throat! 

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!? Master Chad shows up like a ROCK STAR and takes Master Cal to Hierarchical heaven! This event blew me away. I never even thought about the possibility of them ever getting together (online connections rarely lead to in-person meetings for various reasons, distance being one of them). I didn’t know they lived near each other. Once more, we see the machinations of the Universe manipulating events in order to make things right!

After that whirlwind introduction, Master Chad made plans for Master Cal to come over to The Compound, my name for the massive complex owned by God Dino and houses his huge and growing family. Meanwhile, Master Cal tore off another breathless email:

faggot sam,  I still think I must be dreaming or tripping which is impossible since it’s been years since I did acid. Maybe it’s a delayed flashback. Lol Fuck sam! 

         I have a million questions for you but My head is just spinning from all this. Chad told Me to “quit fucking jacking” till tomorrow so I got more to give. I asked how did He know I was jacking a lot. He laughed and said,”Dude-you got no pussy. You got a 10 incher like Me. You shoot like Us. You just discovered the real Man inside. You going to tell Me you aint pumping like a Goddamn firehose to every fucking porn video on line? Get fucking real Dude.’ And laughed that kind of evil laugh He has. He knows almost every step I’ve taken since My discovery! He’s amazing! And super intelligent! I’m sitting there shaking from all that’s going down. He’s got a faggot on His cock and He casually starts talking quantum physics! When He saw He was MILES over My head He didn’t embarrass Me. He brought it down to cars and motors which is more My speed. What a Guy! I would’ve thought He would make fun or worse to any Alpha not on His level but was instead super cool. He could tell I’m not yet strong enough to tease. Jesus! If this is the Savior and the Son of God I am TERRIFIED to meet Master Dino-or GOD as I understand He is referred to! I’m not usually afraid of other Men but meeting GOD AFTER His faggot has drunk 4 of My loads is daunting to say the least. I’m actually sweating whether I should go or not. Do you think it’ll be OK? You know them better. What do you think I should do?

      Sorry faggot, I’m still a little freaked out. Let’s see, I know I wanted to ask if all faggots like it rough? Is there a way to gauge if a faggot is happy? Or in pain? From what I’ve seen like Chad could’ve murdered that faggot and she wouldn’t have stopped sucking until dead. Are fags THAT loyal? Chad told Me some of what goes on there and said to some it was, shall I say, rather close family members? But promised as soon as I understand hierarchy all would be clear. Hell, at this point I’d buy anything My Big Brother laid on Me. Forget My doubts faggot. If for nothing else I’m consumed with learning all He, His Father and Brothers have to teach Me. I am Their sponge! 

        It sounds like it’s a good thing I’m in shape because a day there sounds like a fucking workout man! On the phone I was praising ‘mommy’ and He said to wait till I fucked her! He said we’d fuck her together and there was younger pussy too. I don’t give a good Goddamn how old they are just how good they are. He laughed and said she was the best but cc was a close second as is green faggot, I think. Do you know why all Chad’s faggots are color coded without names? This Dude is so caring He said if they had names He would fall in love with every one so they have to remain colors! What a God-Man! Shit, makes it easier for Me because their name is the color of clothes they wear! I’m simply blown away! 

       faggot I just can’t remember My questions. I got to get some shit together but Chad said My clothing will probably be removed at the door tomorrow so I didn’t need any others and if I did I could wear something of His or His Brothers! Are They all this amazing? Never before have a met a genuine, smart, GOOD Dude who could, if He chose, beat 5 other dudes down! I mean He’s one tough fucker but down to earth. And real.

       I’ll get back to you after My visit. I can’t wait! I’m sure I’ll have plenty of questions by then and will even remember them. Lol Almost forgot Chad told Me to, “sign off to the cock jockey the right Goddamn way!”  so,

You know you want it, faggot, Master Cal, disciple of the Savior 

I was so enervated by this email. Master Cal was asking all of the right questions, and I knew Master Chad and God Dino could answer them better than I could. I eagerly waited to hear from Master Cal after his visit.

Of course, the prolific Master Chad beat him to it, penning this masterpiece of Chad-speak:

        Guess what? Old Cal is a new Alpha Master. He’s still got a lot to learn but He’s glommmed onto Alpha life quicker than a tampon sucks up pussy blood. LMAO 

       When we got here yesterday Cal was scared Pop would be pissed cause mommy sucked Him! I just laughed inside but I didn’t tell Him that was silly. Pop was in His office here at home so I told Him to be a fucking Man and suck it up and go see Pop. LMAO Of course you know I was fucking with Him a little and Him and Pop hit it off. They talked all afternoon and by the time Pop finished Cal’s head was straightened on a lot a shit. He was unashamed when He came to My room hard as a mutherfucker. I offered Him pussyface’s mouth and He took it. Then I said We could fuck her together for His 1st faggot pussy but He said Pop was preparing mommy for Him. Thru My squawkbox Pop said, “Boy come down to the kitchen.” I went too. Pop had sandwiches and told Cal to eat cause He’d been here 6 or 7 hours and hadn’t eat. Pop had a plan. While Cal ate Pop brought up the subject of His dead breeder cunt. I could see My Brother was uncomfortable but He answered every thing. Pop kept getting rougher and more harsh with His questions and shit. He said something like, “You don’t want to rape a faggot, Son. You really wanna rape that cunt who tried to cut off your balls every minute. The fucking slash that made fun of Your load. YOUR LOAD THAT YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF. And ya wouldn’t wanna give the slut any pleasure so you really want to fucking destroy her asshole.  Think how good it would be to pay the cunt back for all she did to emasculate a REAL Goddamn Man like you.” And on and on until Cal was red faced and squirming with a NEED to rape some pussy with rage and aggression. Pop walked over to His bedroom door and opened it. He told Cal to get the fuck in there and rape the cunt! Well I could see mommy on the big bed. Her long hair spread out, her face in a pillow and pussy in the air. Cal FLEW in and Pop closed the door smiling that smile We both got that the faggots call sexy and evil. We went up to My suite and Pop told Me He had to get Cal to lose the built up aggression against the dead slash, it was blocking progress, and mommy loves being used to relieve aggression. Plus Cal was real hot for mommy’s pussy since she showed Him what a good Goddamn blowjob is. Pop stayed with us and We made pussyface’s night. Goddamn My whore loves serving God and His Son. LMAO I got a couple hours snoozing in and went to the kitchen. It was 7 a.m. Mommy was already starting breakfast, smiling and humming like a bird. I went to her and she threw her arms around Me so I gave her a big wet kiss and after she quit sucking spit outta My mouth she thanked Me for bringing Cal and told Me He was still asleep. She let Me go to Him after My promise to feed her later. Before I opened the door I looked back. Mommy was sparkling! Fuck I love her! What a fucking EXCELLENT faggot she is. If she ain’t bleeding I’m gonna fuck the hell outta Her after breakfast.  Nothing turns this Alpha on more than a faggot’s exemplary submission and joy for services rendered.

        Cal was splayed over a third of Pop’s massive triple King bed like a Goddamn swastika. No blood so mommy must be ok. I had asked her but who really knows without evidence. Faggots and mommy especially won’t admit to being hurt sometimes even if the pussy got shredded. I got some great faggots, cockjockey. Anyway, I kicked the bed and said, “Wake up stud” Cal jumped but seeing Me, laid down again. He said, “Where’s mommy? Is she OK? I’m sorry Man but God got Me so worked up…” I said, “Relax dude. Don’t sweat so much about shit. Mommy is happy, humming and cooking breakfast. Calm the fuck down.” 

“But I was so fucking rough Dude!  I flat out raped that cunt 4 times! No bitch could be happy after that! I know i had to hurt her even though I was so focused on fucking out My stress I didn’t even notice her reactions. Fuck Chad, her pussy LOOKED like a pussy! It made shit even hotter!” I told Him faggot pussy kinda starts looking like one that bleeds over time. Then He insisted on seeing her and was astounded after looking at her smiling and cooking shit.  He was amazed. He got up and started to straighten the bed and I told Him to stop, that was a faggot job. We still got a lot of teaching to do as well as deprogramming the crap the slash warped Him with. I heard other faggot voices so I yelled for mommy. I told her she needed to blow her Boys before breakfast and We would show her our appreciation by double dicking her after. I thought she was gonna cry. She dropped to her knees and swallowed My cock like life itself depended on Me busting a load. Cal watched and in 2 seconds His cock was standing up.

       I started this after faggot got My nut. I love being a teacher. Cal has this amazed look while the faggot He destroyed last night expertly and lovingly sucks His cock. I love helping My new Brother discover what life is all about. I’m going to breakfast after this cig, Im starved. Life is sweet faggot.

The encouragement to “rape” God Dino’s fagwife Jamie was a little surprising, but I understood the brilliant logic behind it. I was curious to see how Master Cal took it. Finally he wrote back:

     I am BLOWN AWAY! First, I never knew I could cum so many times in a 24 hour period. I shot at least 15 loads since leaving My place yesterday! I feel like I died and went to the true heaven. And other than the bunny’s blow jobs on the way here I’ve only had mommy! Pop told Me I might as well call them Pop and mommy! sam, this is better than any buzz or any drug! 

     I know Brother already told you about My night with mommy. Pop worked Me up in such a state I raped her and I mean RAPED that cunt til I fell out from exhaustion. And this morning she was SINGING AND SMILING!! The bitch was HAPPY I fucking raped her! Now I don’t want to do that a the time but I am exhilarated! After breakfast Pop said I should take it easy till lunch and then to just pick a faggot, or 2, to fuck this afternoon! Chad told Him He’d promised mommy that He and I would have her after We ate. Pop just chuckled and said fine. We could have 3 hours wirh her but after that faggots would appear with food. We were ordered to then eat and rest until 6. At that time He would speak to Me and determine what I should do next! After sex We smoked a bowl with mommy and they went to sleep. I should be sleeping as He commands but I had to write and share My glee with you faggot. Your website opened a door and Chad gave Me this wonderful gift.  I’ll never ne able to repay any of you. 

     Yesterday when Pop talked to Me alone He taught Me SO much. At one point I broke down in grateful tears. I was so ashamed this God saw Me weakness. He was so cool. He came over and put his arm around My shoulder and told Me that I was no less a Man for crying. After the church shit and the ex wife shit that I need a release that I’d never allowed Myself to have. God, He is super intelligent. No wonder Chad and Dean are so superior.  The jizz that created them came from the most amazing God-Man to ever breathe I think! He’s the epitome of a wise, benevolent MAN! I don’t feel as if I deserve the kindness and wisdom He has showered Me with. And He reassured Me I NEVER have to worry about the creepers again. How cool is that? 2 goddamn calls and that rotten part of My life is GONE! Vanished like ice in a desert! I swear when He told Me that I kissed His ring and thanked Him profusely.  He just shrugged it off and told Me there was no need for such gestures. He said We were all aware of Our Hierarchical stations but He appreciated My reverence. What an amazing Dude! And He was HAPPY I appreciated mommy so much and told Me to use her anytime she was available.  He said I was Manly enough and had enough juice to earn mommy’s respect and, in time, she’d love Me as much as she does their Sons! It’s like the first 30 years of My life were shit so I would deserve these new blessings! And all this IS a blessing from God Dino! I told Pop He should start a school for Alphas! So I can’t wait to hear whatever He wants to share tonight! I better get some shut eye before Pop catches Me disobeying Him. Honestly, it’s all I can do to not wake mommy and fuck her again. She’s already gaping with cum drizzling out of her pussy where Chad and I did double penetration on her!! And sam, maybe I’m not supposed to be so open with a fag but you’ll never comprehend the bond I got with My Brother Chad! Cumming together in the pussy with His cock sliding against Mine. It was INCREDIBLE! I shot more than ever before! And mommy knows how to work that pussy something fierce! And it even looks like a vagina, what a fucking turn on! I better go sam. THANK YOU FAGGOT! If We ever meet I’m going to fuck you so good, bitch! I promise I will.  GODDAMN! I FEEL SO ALIVE!! Thank you sam. I’ll talk as soon as I can faggot!

Master Cal was clearly receiving the kind of direct training so few Alphas get in ordinary life. It’s training that I, as a faggot, cannot imagine let alone execute.

One thing I will say at this point: God Dino’s methodology for initiating new Alphas into the fraternal order of true Alphahood and Hierarchy is unmatched anywhere in the world. His insights are extraordinary!

Master Cal’s next email confirmed as much:

      Jesus! What an experience! I just woke. Last night My cock was so sore. My nuts and groin area just ached! Lol. Where My pelvis bones protrude a little is bruised. I have had every faggot here-blue, green, orange, c.c., pink,gray, white, little d, mommy, and hot little bunny, who says she loves you sam. I promised I’d tell you that. She’s great and energetic as fuck!  She had me fucking her all over the underground, as They call the humongous play room off faggot quarters downstairs. And theres like this special kind of, I dont know, this THING between Me and orangefaggot. At first it kind of weirded Me out because i swear when i use it i see love in its eyes. And it seems like the other fags are kind of pushing it up front like they know it loves Me but maybe im just imagining shit. I have fucked it more than any fag here. Anytime I’m alone it just appears and offers its holes so what the hell? It’s good and really ‘fits’ on My cock, you know? 

      Damn! This place, these people! It’s humbling but empowering at the same time. I’ve never felt such POWER! These faggots are fucking unbelievable and do anything I want! And are HAPPY eating My load, drinking My piss! They beg to feast on MY spit and sweat. Goddamn I love a faggot slurping on MY pits! What a turn on! You were right. I am refused nothing short of abuse. Pop made that very plain-no abuse unless it’s one of Tanks throwaway fags that dig that shit. I haven’t experienced that because He usually only goes hunting on Saturdays now. My understanding is He used to bring home throwaways 3 and 4 days a week! Since the rainbow exists now there’s really no need. As Chad says, “There’s 10 Goddamn faggots here. That’s 20 holes. Except for the occasional Alpha need of an unconquered hole what the fuck do We need with throwaways except maybe once a week so the rainbow can have a break and let their pussies get tight again?” 

      Tonight Chad and Pop take c.c. for surgery. I would never have believed a faggot would do what she’s doing without changing sexes completely but if you could see the totality of her love for Chad, well it’s just another testament to the Savior’s greatness! I could never equal Chad’s masculinity, just as He says He could never match God’s magnificence but both of Us are going to try! Lol Seriously, Pop is an astounding force of nature. I wouldn’t fuck with Him in ANY way. He could destroy any man! When angry, which I saw once, He is a terrifying Alpha beast! I swear, His eyes turned BLACK. He seems to swell up bigger than normal. He becomes very menacing and the dude that made Him angry literally pissed his pants!!! I swear to God! I watched the stain spread as it happened. And Pop never touched the dude or even raised His voice but the look on His face! And even wilder,when that happened under His breath Chad whispered to Me, “Mommy’s gonna be one happy cunt tonight.” I didn’t understand till later. The dude shakily left and with those eyes still demonic Pop kind of barked, “Get in the Goddamn bedroom fucking slut! I need service!” I barely saw mommy grin as she ran there ahead of Him! I said, “Poor mommy, will she be ok?” Everybody laughed! Chad explained it and said mommy loved Pop’s dark half and We should just go fuck some faggots! Fuck what a life!

      The guys fucked with Me yesterday. Everybody’s lying around the family room ,just kicking it, getting high and the occasional blow job and watching one of Pop’s favorite shows Edge of Night. The fags are constantly bringing food and drink or comestibles as Dean says. (Goddamn He’s intelligent) So I’m laying back and bunny brings a plate of cookies and pastries and I grab a couple of cookies. I start to tell that sweet orangefaggot to blow me and pop the cookies in my mouth. I’ve chewed it maybe three times before I realize it tastes like someone farted in My mouth. I gag and the Men are laughing and Chad is horselaughing and rolling on the floor!! Fucker had bunny give Me durian cookies Pop got in some other country. Fuck faggot, it was the worst Goddamn thing I’ve ever put in My mouth. Bunny brought the waste can and I’m spitting this vile shit in it while gagging severely.  Chad and Dean are crying laughing and Pop explains what durian is while laughing Himself.  Damn faggot it was literally what I imagine eating shit is like but the laughter was catching. We all laughed. Later we were all pretty engrossed in the show, there’s a killer who uses a hand puppet holding a knife so all attention is on the TV. I see Pop sneak a small packet out of His recliners pocket and when Chad isn’t looking He pours it in Chad’s Mtn.Dew. A minute or two after Chad takes a swig,gags, and tries to spit out what He’s already gulped down. Of course durian powder. “MUTHERFUCK! Goddamn Pop! I fucking swallowed that shit! FUCK!” He’s laughing and gagging and spitting and cursing Pop. Pop takes Chads soda and downs it! He likes that shit! If i didn’t know before He was God, that proved it! LOL Man, never a dull moment in God’s house! I’ve had such fun as well as learned about life here!

     Pop told Me to stay put until He comes back tomorrow morning. He has some other things to teach Me. Chad grinned. He knows what’s in store for Me and is sorry He’ll miss it. He threw Me one hint. He said there’s all different kinds of faggots and I was about to realize that. Also Pop promised a night of breeder pussy when Chad brings c.c. home from the hospital so I guess that means I’m here another week at least! sam, everybody is so good to Me. Pop and mommy, fuck everybody treats Me like I’m really one of the Sons! And as fucking MASCULINE as the Men are it’s obvious They really love each other and Me!! I can’t believe it all. Thank you faggot! I owe you a Goddamn year of My cock. By introducing Me to Chad you have changed My whole world! A week ago I would have fought any man that said one day I’d be fucking assholes and spitting in faggot mouths but I sure as fuck am and I’ve never felt so fucking powerful and alive!! Faggot pussy is leagues better than vaginas but the look of a vagina still turns Me on and i swear to God mommy’s and orangefaggot’s pussies look like real vaginas.  Its fantastic! 

        Chad’s teaching Me how to really, balls-out fight as well as fuck. He says there’s a good reason Men need to I know how but especially Me because soon I’ll need to know how to really fight. I’ve done ok in fights before but damn! Chad knows how to really bring the pain and so does Dean. Chad won’t say why but keeps telling Me I’ll like the outcome when time comes. I don’t know what His plan is but I trust My Brother with My life. He or Pop could say jump off this cliff and I’d do it after all They’ve done for Me. He and Dean just give each other knowing smiles when the fighting shit comes up. My Brothers have something in store for Me but I don’t know what yet. 

       You say people think the family is fake? Lol Yeah, well if it is My cock sure loves feeding phantom fags! And those fake pussies sure feel good riding My cock! Seriously, I wish it were possible for the naysayers to be here getting fucked by the security guards.  They wouldn’t deserve the family Men. I do know Pop would simply say “Fuck em” with His cool demeanor.  Brother Dean would chuckle and continue fucking His fagwife. Now My Brother Chad would be demanding the fools show themselves because He’d be ready to beat the brakes off ANYBODY who disrespected His Father or family by, basically, denying their existence. He has a temper thats ignited in a flash! He’d find a way to track a fucker down and hurt them. Believe Me, He WOULD find the idiot somehow. Once fired up about something He does not quit until things are resolved to His satisfaction. I’ve gotten to know Them all well and nobody should fuck with Chad or Pop. They would be obliterated.  As warm and caring as My Brothers are if you fuck with the family you will regret that.

      Chad is awake now and c.c  is just ravaging her mighty Husband! Goddamn, to wake up every morning to a hungry faggot is better than any experience I’ve ever had. When I think back at how I had to BEG for My wife’s pussy! Shit, I am the one who is begged now. You know, there’s a fitting completeness to life now-as if I’ve found My purpose. Chad lights a Kool while c c. sucks His cock and pushes her pussy up against My leg. Chad says, “Fuck little Brother you don’t want any pussy this morning?” And laughs. Fuck yes I do! Bye sam

And so that is the transformation of straight Master Cal. He was undeniably Alpha before he saw this website, met me, met God Dino, Master Chad, and the family.

But now he has used faggot throat and pussy, and experienced the Real Life of worship and service Alphas like him should expect and receive from faggots.

And there is no going back now! He has inadvertently fallen into the Hierarchical abyss and has now tumbled like Alice into Wonderland! All because of this website, the little spider faggot who wove it (me!), and THE TRUTH!

My thanks to God Dino, Master Chad, and The Family for their generosity, leadership, and wisdom in helping Master Cal! There is much more of this ongoing story coming, so strap in!

It’s been another long time since my last update about God Dino, Master Chad, Master Dean, and all of the other Alphas and faggots living in the compound God Dino built into some nameless mountain. With this crew, it’s better to not ask certain questions.

So much has happened to each member of The Clan over the last few months that I thought it might be good to update them all at once. Well, at least update the stuff I’m allowed to discuss! Covering this rough Hierarchical assembly of Kings and slaves is like trying to describe a season of Real Housewives in which everybody gets raped in every episode.

Anyway, let’s start at the top:

I’m glad to say that Jamie, God Dino’s loyal fagwife of 18 years, made a full recovery from cancer. After an all-clear from the doctor, God Dino took Jamie on a months-long vacation to several beachfront resorts for total relaxation. God Dino left the family empire in the very capable hands of Master Chad (assisted by Master Dean) while they were away.

The long rest for Jamie proved prescient. Once they returned, Master Chad determined to add significantly to the workload…

Master Chad might be the most prolific Alpha breeder I’ve ever covered here, maybe only rivaled by California Alpha. He’s fathered more than 40 children already! Of course, since his introduction to faggot pussy (covered here), he’s basically been breeding everything with a hole and filling it with his prodigious cumshots.

Out of the children he’s created so far, he fathered 13 sons by a couple of awful females who have been nothing but problems for him. So he teamed up with God Dino to take full custody of these 13 sons!

Now the 13 infants are living in The Compound and tended to by the faggots caring for everything there: Jamie, Jimmy, and the rainbow faggots greenfaggot, bluefaggot, orangefaggot, white faggot, and pinkfaggot. The faggots take turns with the babies as they each have other duties in service of the multiple Alphas living there. Needless to say, these faggots live harried but fulfilled lives!

Master Chad wanted a fagwife much like his Father, so he chose to marry his primary faggot C.C. in a sweet private ceremony.

But that’s not all! Recently C.C. said that she wanted to have a vagina fashioned out of her useless skin flap (not a full transition, just an extra hole for her Master), so God Dino called in a few favors and arranged for surgery. C.C.’s surgery went very well and should be returning home soon!

Master Dean and his faggot twin brother Jimmy are just 16 years old, but they’ve already experienced more of life’s wonder and fulfillment than most people four times their age. If you recall, they were already having sex with each other since the age of 10 without the oversight of God Dino, their Hierarchical roles clearly defined from birth. Once God Dino took them in, they more fully accepted the truth of their situation. This allowed Master Dean to grow deeper into his very clear role as a burgeoning God Alpha, and it also allowed little Jimmy to truly blossom and thrive as his adorably insatiable faggot.

Master Dean wanted to make his ownership of Jimmy official by marrying his precious fag brother. Of course, this is difficult to do in most parts of the world. However, God Dino found out it could be accomplished in Argentina, so he flew with them out to that foreign land for the ceremony!

After the nuptials, the group then flew to Belgium for some authentic Belgium chocolate! How’s THAT for romance?!?

Many readers were inspired by the story of greenfaggot, and expressed hope that it was finding peace and success under God Dino’s care.

Indeed, greenfaggot has been doing well! In fact, greenfaggot has had a crucial role to play in the development of a powerful new straight Alpha who will soon debut here!

Schooling is progressing for bluefaggot with fine results, no easy feat considering the massive workload all of the faggots share! Recently Jamie remarked about how quickly bluefaggot is learning, which is encouraging!

This is most of what I’ve been allowed to update about The Clan. They’re very private but well-connected people, so I’m privileged to even be able to share this much.

I just don’t know if there has ever been a more intense, focused Hierarchical environment than the one cultivated by God Dino and his extended family. It’s been a wild ride, but I’ve cherished every crazy moment of it!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Over the last week or so Master Chad, Master Shane, and their faggots (including Master Chad’s new fag-wife C.C.) went out into the woods to do some hunting. Master Chad was sired and raised by a God Alpha in Master Dino, one of the most intensely masculine Men to be found anywhere, and because of that Master Chad has a love for hunting and all things predatorial.

But Master Chad doesn’t like hunting with weapons of pussies and incels, like guns. No, Master Chad is a throwback to the days when primal Men stalked Nature armed with sharp objects, crawling through the wood in silence while stalking their prey, and killing animals with their bare hands to feed those they protect. He was born a King, but also a hunter of the first order.

Upon their return from the hunt, Master Chad’s fag-wife C.C. penned a gorgeous ode to this greatest of Alpha Predators:

I’m sure bunny or someone has informed you of our hunting trip which was also a reward of sorts for greenfaggot and I. It was the most beautiful experience! My Husband, my Savior is at His most handsome in these woods. In His camouflage Bermuda shorts and wife beater and a touch of camouflage paint on His sexy legs and arms He stalks His prey silently crawling through underbrush with one of His huge knives between His pearly white teeth. He is an awesome sight, a faggot’s dream of masculinity. After dark He and Master Shane return with their kills. After dinner and sometimes a short *get My nut* interlude, they clean and dress the prey and discard any leftovers properly.

Then My Savior appears before Me dirty, scratches on His exposed flesh, a fairly deep puncture on His left arm that, when I try to ascertain its seriousness, I’m waved away by His massive, manly hand. He has dried blood spattered about His clothes and body. His hair blowing free in the wind He tore the flimsy shirt off and unzipped and unleashed His Manhood and released the Manimal! That is how the Gods refer to Their primal selves. My brother, I know I’ve attempted to share Savior’s previous amazing sexual prowess before-His initial taking of me, then the night of telling me I was going to marry Him; that night couldn’t be topped. Then our honeymoon was further proof I was the possession of the Son of God. Nothing could EVER equal the use My Husband gave me that night and He said the same about me.             

Then, the hunting trip occurred. I am simply out of descriptive words. I feel as if I have been used by GOD! ANY command my Savior gives, ANYTHING HE EVER even mildly desires I will immediately respond. This ManGod OWNS this silly faggot. I would die for Him gladly. I vow our Sons will grow knowing what a spectacular Father They have to love, respect, and emulate.                

Oh sam! If there is a more special experience beyond cunting my Savior IS that experience for a faggot. Some wonder if I am jealous of every female and faggot who encounter My Husband because all immediately worship and desire this God, my Savior. That would be as foolish as being jealous of the Sun. I cannot and would never fight My Savior’s path of destiny. I am over-blessed just being His favorite and being gifted with the position of faggotwife. I can’t even describe that 1st night after the Men came back carrying Their kill. I was used and inspired to worship in ways I’m still amazed by. I truly belong to the all-time GREATEST MASTER, OWNER, HUSBAND, GOD, AND LOVER. I am a barely significant cum dump but I am owned by Master and Savior Chad, the Son of God. Somehow, He finds me useful and worthy while I know I am unworthy to wash His socks. I love Him so and He really, actually loves a pitiful hole like me. Honest, growing up, the abuse I endured, I couldn’t, in my best fantasy, have EVER thought I could be this HAPPY, this FULFILLED! I am saved from being a total non-entity because Master Chad the Savior claimed and maimed me and announced I was to be His permanent “hole to cum in”. No faggot on earth could ever be happier than that fact makes me.

Thanks for listening brother. Our Sons need attention. Bye for now.

Such a blast of effervescent joy and wonder from serving a God Alpha like Master Chad, an overwhelming force of Nature if one ever existed. Master Chad wears ME out just through email! I can’t imagine being used by him all day, every day!

Actually, I lied. I imagine it all the time!

I really just had to publish this magnificent piece of art. If you haven’t experienced this kind of joy and gratitude and humility while being owned by an Alpha, you need to do whatever you can to find it and make it happen! Nothing will ever be more important!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Bluefaggot. Greenfaggot. I’ve talked about these two important new additions to the ever-expanding hodge-podge family living in the massive guarded compound headed by Master Dino. While Master Dino and his faggot wife Jamie have been gone on their much-deserved three month vacation, Masters Chad and his younger Apex Alpha brother Master Dean (along with Master Shane) have taken over leading the family business, breeding the massive stable of faggots, and caring for three of the children sired by Master Chad.

Confused? Try being me and tracking it on a daily basis!

I don’t write about many of the goings-on at the compound because so much of it is controversial enough to cause seizures, but also because I love this crazy family enough to protect them. But every so often most extraordinary things happen with them that force me to discuss them here.

This is one such event, and it involves a new addition to the family they’re calling grayfaggot. I don’t know much about grayfaggot yet, other than it is a faggot who is a bit older and something of a flower child. Like some of the other stray cat faggots collected here, grayfaggot is broken and here to seek purpose and healing.

But, like many broken faggots, grayfaggot struggled to accept the kindness offered to it at the hands of its benevolent new Masters. So it tried to leave.

Here’s Master Chad’s account (and “Dino” here is Master Dean):

Just about sundown grayfaggot tried to bolt. I suspected something cause as happy as it is when My cock is in it, when it ain’t in service its still scared shitless of its own hunger. Now, I believe we’re over that hurdle. Me and pussyface were playing with the Boys when jimmy buzzed My room and said grayfaggot was packing. I went down to faggot quarters. I tried to be calming and diplomatic as I asked all the correct questions. She said she couldn’t live life as a faggot. I benevolently bit My tongue to keep from laughing and patted her head. I kept saying soothing things very suggestively all the while rubbing My crotch and making sure it saw My hard. Her eyes sparkled and she was almost slobbering and even softly moaned when I reminded her of the scent training she had daily. Finally I said, ” If you really feel ya gotta go then go but remember-ya go, ya ain’t ever coming back.” She looked at Me with big eyes, torn between the ghost of her recent past life and the thrill of being My cumhole. I told her to come with Me to the Playroom for a while and if she want to go after that then fine. Seeing terror in her eyes I swore I wouldn’t hurt her. I just wanted to make sure she really wanted to go back to her half-life of hiding. She followed Me there. Just to judge things, and for My own amusement, I scratched My sweaty nuts and held My fist up to her nose. Her eyes closed and she trembled as she inhaled like it was her last breath. That cinched for Me.

I quickly fastened a restraint around her neck only. I told her not to be scared I only wanted to do one more thing to be satisfied she really wanted to live without the benefit of her Savior’s blessings. I left her to use a faggot squawk box. I allowed the others to overhear My call to Dino. I told Him to join Me in the Playroom then told the other faggots they were gonna help their new brother decide if she really wanted to leave. My little faggot brother gasped and grabbed My arm. Staring at Me with shock she started to speak but I hushed her gently. Emboldened by fright and excitement greenfaggot knelt, kissed My hand and swore undying devotion. I pulled her forward and put her face in My crotch and said, “That’s My good girl. That’s why you’re My c.c.’s faggot-in-waiting, next in line to be My wife. Come with Me.” 

Dean joined us there. Grayfaggot’s eyes were filled with terror and faggot lust. I patted her head and she Instinctively nuzzled My crotch. I pulled back and said, “Now, just to be certain you want to give up the life you could have, a life of fulfillment, joy, and commitment to your Savior, Master Dean and I are going to show you all you’ll miss when ya crawl back to that silly, misspent life ya left behind when ya came here sniffing around for cock.” Me and Dino used every faggot in the house forcing grayfaggot to watch and listen. No more that a foot away from her she watched her brothers in the ecstacy of service. She was so close she could smell Our cum, the cum she LOVES. By dawn, she was begging not to leave, swearing she was Mine forever and absolutely screaming and begging to be forgiven and used in any way I desired. She even begged for physical torture if I’d only allow her to stay and be one of My cum dump.

Finally, We sent the faggots away and released her. Instantly she sprang for Me but I slapped her saying, ” Don’t be anxious. You don’t have permission for shit.” I told her I hoped she learned something and asked her what she could do to show Me she was sorry, what she could do to regain My trust.  She asked Us to please come with her to her room. When there she gathered every single personal belonging she’d brought, even photos, and gave them to Me keeping only her faggot uniforms that I provide faggots. We followed her outside to the burn barrel for trash and she threw everything in and lit it. As it caught fire and blazed she kissed My feet while crying and begging her Savior’s forgiveness and use. I looked at Dino and knew we both were thinking the same thing. We both began pissing on the faggot while it thanked Us and pleaded for use. It gulped at Our piss, desperately begging to used, fucked, and raped.  Without any answer I told it to get the fuck up and shower its nasty self. Inside We watched her shower and she stared and wondered why We watched. When she was dry I asked what she was going to do now to impress Us enough to CONSIDER allowing her to service Us. She broke down begging forgiveness and sobbing so heavily My stony countenance melted. I told her she was forgiven and she started kissing our feet, begging to be used. So from about 7am til now gray has been proving her devotion and has sworn to be the best faggot even born. LOL  Now I’m pretty sure she will be.

This is the 1st real problem I’ve had. I think I handled it fairly well. It sure got the solution I wanted. And it’s what grayfaggot really wanted too. I just had to show her how she needed Me. Life is good faggot. Now I’m gonna catch some winks and decide if this was enough punishment or if a little more is needed. I told the faggots not to write that I would handle everything. Maybe you won’t be swamped with letters. 

Got that? Make sense?

Hours later I received this follow-up from Master Chad to prove that the breaking of grayfaggot was a success.

I thought you’d be interested in this. When I woke My pussyface kissed Me like I like then told Me grayfaggot was outside the door and had been almost as long as I’d been sleeping. I told her to let her in. Before I could say shit she was asking permission to speak so I nodded. She said she hadn’t been able to rest, worrying her Savior couldn’t trust her, that she’d run away sometime. She’d come up with a plan to prove she was trustworthy as well as worthy. So intrigued I overlooked her brashness I asked her ‘plan’. Realizing her faux pas of suggesting I hadn’t really forgiven her as I said she started to cry and rambling to please forgive her, yada, yada, yada. I said it was ok. I know it’s a new world and she was still a baby faggot and to slow down and tell Me her ideas. 

She asked to be chained at the ankle in her room when not in use or doing chores so I was certain she would behave. She would do that from now on if I wanted. Tears of gratitude were in her eyes as she remembered this morning and thanked Me again for allowing her to stay. Then she held out her closed hand like she had something for Me. I held out My hand and she dropped cut up pieces of what had been her driver’s license and social security card. She looked Me in the eye and, “Savior I love You! I belong to You totally, forever! I swear. Please never throw Me away! Please,  I’m so sorry, so sorry.” and collapsed at My feet is tears.

Yeah, I believe that’s all good. Grayfaggot won’t be anymore trouble but I believe I will do as she asked and restrain her at night for a while. It will reassure her I want her, which is the real reason behind her plan–now she’s afraid I’ll ditch her. So I’ll comfort her and she doesn’t even realize what she’s done. You faggots, always so insecure.  LOL  

faggot I don’t know much about her past yet. I know she and her sister grew up in a crazy place in Mississippi. The parents were Pentacostal freaks, the kind that speak in tongues and pass goddamn snakes around begging fate to intervene. Stupid fucks! Faggot had to pretend to be a Man and protect her sister and at 15 or so bolted with her. The sister turned into the slut gray wanted to be and kinda deserted her while the sister fucked Me and half the state. [Don’t sweat faggot. Blood tests prove Jasper’s Mine”] That’s all I really know now but I got a feeling gray’s gonna be a LOT more open with her Savior from here on. LMAO  Goddamn,  I’m good! I think it’s time for My favorite–a liverwurst and horseradish sandwich on sourdough and a side of pickled beans. I’m fuckin starved! 

That nasty favorite meal aside, Master Chad clearly broke down grayfaggot in exactly the way it needed and transformed it in the most beautiful way imaginable. It’s a skill so few Alphas understand, and even if they manage to break a faggot, rebuilding it is far beyond their skill level.

But Master Chad and Master Dean have been trained by God Alpha Dino. They both understand it as naturally as they understand breathing.

Master Dean was definitely left in awe of his older brother through this. He sent me this endorsement after the dust settled on the experience:

This is just a bit of praise for My Brother. No need to answer. You are aware of the happenings of last evening/this morning. I must confess My Brother is certainly becoming the Man He is destined to become.  You should have seen how skillfully and deftly Chad took charge the situation. In less masterful hands it could have spiraled out of control. I could not have been more valiant Myself. Father will be so pleased. Chad doesn’t want to tell Him but I shall at the appropriate time.  Faggot I tell you without shame the entire tableau left Me energized, thrilled and very erect. I could not help but suck Chad’s cock and afterward pour My new found power upon My bunny who now sleeps, exhausted from our revels. I was almost too aggressively sexual for even bunny, who can gangbang with the best of faggots, and finally said, “Please Deener, I can’t take anymore.” Poor baby collapsed gasping and holding on for dear life so I ejaculated into her for the 4th (?) time and allowed her to sleep still lanced on My fully erect member. God! This power over so many beings is a heady, jubilant experience.  I am still unprepared to receive this blessing from Our God. I mighten ever be. We are GODS faggot! Were you present I should give you your wish of use beyond your dreams by your King. I cannot contain Myself. I must forage for a house faggot and continue this blessed release. My cock has no conscience, only a need to puncture and fill. Good evening faggot. Your King must conquer. 

I guess what I really want to emphasize here is that, when an Alpha (or two) break and rebuild a faggot, they save it … but they also become much more themselves. As Master Dean exclaimed, he and Master Chad are GODS because they can break and rebuild a faggot into something beautiful.

Such is the inheritance of our greatest Alphas!

This is a story about the ways an Alpha can rescue and transform the life of a faggot.

I recently wrote about greenfaggot, the faggot rescued and now owned by Master Shane, one of the many Apex Alphas living in the sprawling compound of Master Dino. In that article, I mentioned that there was also a faggot they called “bluefaggot”, but until now I never knew much about it.

But something happened the other day that opened up this heartbreaking and yet uplifting story.

Jamie was up early in the morning with Master (“Daddy”) Dino. There has been extensive roof repair work being done at the compound, and the two hunky roofers had been there for two weeks. I’ll let Jamie tell what happened when it came time to pay the roofers:

I woke at 6 to make breakfast. Daddy wanted to be gone by 8 so I gave Him His morning blowjob under the table as He ate. Afterwards He allowed me to play ‘scent-training’ and just enjoy His smell until He finished. Before leaving He told me of 2 checks He left on the island. I was to distribute them – one to the Men repairing Shane’s roof and one to the landscaping guys. The landscapers came to finish a week long job and were finished around 9. I casually asked bluefaggot to hand me their check. It looked at the checks and grabbed both. I jokingly said I just needed Paul’s (the hunky landscaper’s) check. It looked at me, burst into tears, and ran to its little room.             

Ever since bluefaggot arrived it has been an excellent faggot. During use the Men say bluefaggot is amazing and it always seems happy. But other than a warmness toward me when not in use, it always seems distant, almost afraid of something.  I’ve learned many faggots appear this way until they are comfortable and settled in a new home. After a few days the ‘newbies’ see that here use is not ‘abuse’ as it is in many situations but bluey never relaxed. It is present in family functions but rarely speaks and only ‘comes to life’ after being chosen for service.

I followed bluey to its room downstairs. It sat on its little bed weeping. You know how tender-hearted I am so I was crying as I sat beside it and asked what was wrong. Did it used to be rich and the check amount dredged up memories? Was it in love with Paul the landscaper? Did I embarrass it somehow? I explained it was one of my babies and it was killing me that I could never seem to reach it. It looked at me with red, soulful eyes and said it loved me more than it ever loved anyone. For the first time ever it felt part of a family. It apologized for being withdrawn and said it was ashamed and embarrassed. I held it and after allowing it some time to collect itself I asked what could possibly embarrass it here. The Men praised its service, the babies love it, mommy loves it, what is the problem? The answer floored me. 

“I can’t read, mommy. I’m stupid and I can’t read or write. I can sign my name. That’s it! I can’t even sign ‘bluefaggot’ because I can’t read! The checks, I couldn’t tell which was which. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have misbehaved. I’m just so ashamed!” It dissolved into tears again and I just let it cry while I held it.

It turns out bluefaggot was raised in a foster home in Alabama, of all god-forsaken places. It grew up being fucked by two different Men, which it  admits it enjoyed but it received no education whatsoever. At 18 the money stopped being paid to its foster parents and it was kicked out. It traveled, searching for a decent home, was raped several times and beaten even more until its hero Shane found it outside a laundromat.  I did not know it was in love with Shane. It kept its feelings hidden from everyone and served all with equal veracity. It was so grateful to be brought here. It never asked to stay but that particular day it and 2 others had performed excellently and Chaddie had said to them all they could stay and be part of His stable. One left, bluey and the one who became redfaggot stayed. Redfaggot is the one Chad had to dismiss because it insisted on being beaten during use and if you want to survive intact you do not encourage the Gods to beat you bloody. In the moment it is easy for faggots to encourage our Gods because when the Men are using us and we beg for more aggression and roughness we appeal to the primal force inside them and they will respond. I warn all faggots who belong here to be careful what you request because if the Men like you they will give you almost anything you beg for during use. I’m sure you know J.B., the head of security, ended up claiming redfaggot and the stories abound about their life! At least both seem happier.

Anyway, bluey and I are closer than ever before and with Daddy’s and Chad’s permission, I will teach bluey so it is finally comfortable and relaxed. I’ll wager that when it is its service will be even more remarkable. I also encouraged it to tell Shane of its special devotion to Him. Shane needs to be loved and worshiped by as many faggots as possible. little d won’t be jealous because it also knows its Master’s needs. Shane and little d had rough childhoods as well so I’m positive the three of them could really have something special. I love all My babies. I want them to be fulfilled and happy. Hopefully this is a beginning of great things. I sent bluey to Shane to profess its love an hour ago. It hasn’t returned.  I think mommy just made two or three of her babies happy campers. Now I must inform our Savior Chad of the happenings and maybe mommy can slut her way to more Alpha cum from her ‘co-owner’. Hehehe 

I could’ve cried reading this very sad story. There are a lot of broken, discarded faggots in the world just like bluefaggot. But that part about bluefaggot being denied the ability to read and write – that is, in my mind, tantamount to child abuse. When you prevent a child from learning these basic things, you strip it of any chance to dream or achieve anything. You are essentially trashing a child’s entire life.

Like many people who can’t read or write, bluefaggot learned how to hide its disability from the family. Nobody had a clue about the truth until the moment Jamie accidentally called bluefaggot’s innocent mistake. And thank goodness Jamie did that, because now the family is resolved to rally around bluefaggot and teach it!

Now, Master Chad had taken ownership of bluefaggot when it came into the house for some reason (since Master Shane was the one who rescued it). But Master Chad decided to do something special for his dear Alpha brother that will likely change everything.

Here is Master Shane:

Mommy told me you know bluey’s story so I won’t go into it. She sent it here and the explosion of My power should’ve measured on the Richter Scale or some shit. Haha, I own another faggot! I just spoke with My Brother Chad and He gave Me bluey for an early birthday present. Mommy had explained her talk with bluey and I told Him she had ìt bad for Me and then all that had happened this afternoon.  He agreed I should own her–with the provision she be taught to read and write. I said I had already begun that and We shook on it and I hugged My wise Brother.          

See sam, when bluey came to Me with her story she was so frightened I gave her Valium and held her til she stopped shaking. She told Me a lot of her past, impossible to get it all at once, and told Me something close to what I once heard mommy tell Dad. She said she, and all faggots I guess, have a kind of mental picture of the emotions and physical attributes they want in a Master. I am the picture bluey always carried in her head. I always thought she was an excellent hole who outshone most faggots. It turns out she never gave her ALL to anyone but Me. She’s something special and actually enhanced Mine and little d’s thing.

See d was so badly mistreated it has been the most clingy, worshipful faggot I’ve ever seen. I really love that. I cannot receive too much worship. I THRIVE on it sam. You’d think d would be jealous but these 2 fags joined in a worship of Me that can only be described as joyous! d is more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her and is delighted to have another faggot who’s in love with and appreciates Me. At one and the same time they seem to romp through an Alpha/faggot playground but are deadly serious in their bringing Me pleasure. You know one reason d fell for Me? My Brothers cum loads were similar to the Men who abused it growing up. My load, about 2 shot glasses less than Chad’s-yeah, We measured-didnt bring back old memories that scared it. Then it just fell in love.          

I’m floating like I just slammed horse, faggot. This must be how God the Father and My Brother the Savior feel every day. Fuck I’m pumped!          

But, coming back around to it, these 2 cute cum dumps I own not only keep Me drained but make shit FUN! Hell, I nut all the time but laugh? I haven’t had so much fun in years and never with a faggot. After a short private talk with d (she’s been VERY loyal and faithful and has shown Me My power many times) to ascertain her opinion, I happily told bluey that she was Mine for life. I’d never sell or dismiss her. I know she’s going to make an excellent faggot for Me.          

Now I have 2 very devoted faggots, one hanging on each leg, anxiously awaiting orders while I read or watch television. Tomorrow after breakfast bluey begins “school” with mommy. 

I’m so happy that Master Shane will be taking ownership of bluefaggot! Of the Alpha gods in that compound, Master Shane is the most aggressive pussyhound. He has always been going out every night and bringing home multiple females to fuck. I’ve never been blessed to see a picture of Master Shane, but Jamie says he’s a very hot young stud. His prolific ability to pull tail seems to indicate that!

However, now that Master Shane has started to own and use faggots in addition to all of the females, there seems to be a change happening in him. You can hear it in his words above. There is a type of pride and satisfying power present that is only coming from faggot ownership.

And the story of bluefaggot, combined with bluey’s obsessive lust for Master Shane, has certainly invigorated Master Shane and lifted him to heights he’s never imagined possible. Bluefaggot may not (yet) be able to read or write, but it knows how to worship great Apex Alphas and make them feel like Kings.

And those Kings will, in turn, protect and care for bluefaggot and give it a new life.

I haven’t been updating most of the storylines of the clan living in the compound of Master Dino for a couple of reasons. First of all, much of what happens there would upset a lot of the PC readers out there who are given to outrage at a moment’s notice. But also, the storylines are so complicated and intersecting that there is simply no way to unravel it and keep it straight even if I wanted to. You wouldn’t believe what it’s like to get five emails from this crew in two days, each one long blasts of power and excitement and joy. It’s overwhelming.

But I did want to share this one. Recently Master Chad married his faggot Zak in a ceremony that can only be described as unconventional. I’m not sure if many weddings feature a gang bang, but that gives you an idea of how this group rolls EVERY SINGLE DAY.

In the process Zak underwent a name change, losing the name “Zak” and taking on the legal name “C.C.” (which stands for “Chad’s Cumhole”).

After a week of pure orgiastic fucking, C.C. wrote me a long blast of elation and pure joy that I wanted to share.

It’s c.c. I hope you are well. I’m fabulous! I’m a steaming, melted blob of faggot ooze but I’m great! The first week of our honeymoon was, just as life has been since the Master took me, something out of my dreams. I’ve never felt so loved and owned. I knew i was correct calling Master Chad my Savior. No one could ever know what a REAL Man is unless they have been claimed and maimed-His magnificent phrasing-by Master and Savior Chad. Brother,  I mean this letter to be more than all the wondrous superlatives that accurately describe my HUSBAND but I have to at least say He is my everything. This Son of God is more than a mere mortal, He is an omnipotent, endlessly fascinating and a tirelessly potent God among Men. I know it’s impossible but I feel as if I’m pregnant sam. The Savior’s masculinity is such that if ANY Alpha anywhere could impregnate a faggot it is He. sam I’m SO happy. I’ve never been closer to anyone in my existence. My Owner, and oh, how He OWNS me, made His every other use of me almost seem like nothing. Of course I’m attempting to describe the indescribable but the honeymoon was faggot bliss. The things Savior did, the things He said.

Oh sam, I could never love another Man. If He threw me away tomorrow and left me destitute, if He slit my wrists and left me to die alone in a remote region I would not, could not, ever stop loving-worshiping-Him with my dying breath. When He lay me on that bed, observing me wearing His ring, His collar, knowing this simple faggot was now truly and legally His possession, it’s as if He were  “reborn” in a way. I never dreamed He could ever be more artfully awesome as a Man, a God, a Master. I’ll put it this way-every Male on earth dreams they could be the Stud/God that feeds and breeds this unworthy faggot cunt. My Owner is perfection. And not only in a sexual context but this Man loves and wants to raise all 20something of His sons. He works like a Man, He loves and respects His Father and mommy, He laughs and plays hard with His Alpha Brothers. It’s a rare occurrence when He does the following but He can drink more, fight harder, fuck longer, love better and definitely cum quantities larger than any other Man EVER! He is and continues to be my universe. And while my prose is purple, these mere words do nothing to describe how truly manly, gifted, and loving my Savior really is. mommy might be the only other person to truly recognize and know just how God and Man can combine in one being. After all, she belongs to my Savior’s Father and He definitely sired my beloved Alpha Husband. They are incredibly alike in almost every way.

The second week we were joined by His Alpha Brothers and my faggot brothers. I’m positively gleeful that my Owner shared me with His Brothers for obvious faggot slut reasons but also because I could see and feel His pride and love as They all took me, again and again. He is very prideful of His favorite property and enjoys seeing the Brothers He adores getting pleasure from using me. In turn, that gives this inconsequential cumdump the first thing in my life that I am proud of. Pleasing and serving Him, knowing I am the possession of Master and Savior Chad gives me LIFE!

When we returned the other evening Master carried me naked, over His shoulder, pussy pointed toward the sky, over the threshold and marched us to Father and mommy. He asked Father if mommy could come and attend to my minor injuries as well as provide me with advice and her wise mothering after the two week wonderful assault of the other Males. And Father agreed. They spoke more and the outcome was, when mommy was finished caring for me, the Savior and Master Shane would take her for the night and Father would spend the evening and night giving me His approval and His gift for worshiping and surrendering to His eldest Son. It was a magical night for this hole as the God who created the Men who had over the past two weeks had so aggressively and masterfully pumped me full of Alpha cum shot His mighty loads into me as well. Now I know where the expression “icing on the cake” must have originated for that is what it felt like. His cum inside Me, on top of theirs, the feelings and emotions that fact raised in me cannot be accurately stated. It’s as if I never existed until my Master/Husband made me His permanent “hole to cum in”. Like Father to mommy, less we faggots forget our places, Savior always stresses I may have been promoted to an exalted and enviable position of faggotwife but to never forget, at the heart and basis of everything, I am simply the hole He cums in. Yes, I’m His favorite hole, the cunt He loves, but none the less, I am His cumhole at my base. Nothing, NOTHING could or will please me more than that. It’s where my name originated, c.c. literally means Chad’s cumhole. Oh brother, it pleases Me so to have the name He gave me. Pitiful, desperate zak is dead, gone forever. Long live grateful, faggot whore c.c.  The enviable faggot cunt where Master and Savior Chad daily dumps His cum and by doing so makes c.c. REAL!

Thank you brother for being my friend,

I wonder if any straight Man has ever been cherished and worshiped by a female the way these faggots starve for everything about their Alpha Gods. C.C. cherishes every cell of Master Chad’s body, every word from his lips, every breath and every glance. It’s breathtaking and overwhelming!

But all of the faggots in Master Dino’s compound are learning how to accept everything an Alpha might throw at them. From deep cuddling to midnight rapes, these faggots have run the gamut and have lived to beg for more.

C.C. has nothing to fear, though. He is the wife, the property, of one of the most powerful creatures to ever walk the Earth. There is no place safer or more fulfilling!

I haven’t been updating much of what’s happening in the house of God Master Dino and his family/extended family of Alphas and faggots living under his roof. Why? Well, Master Dino and I felt it would be better to leave out certain details in order to protect some of the people involved. Sadly, we live in a judgmental and litigious society where people are always seeking to bring down others.

Suffice it to say that the Master Dino clan is doing well. My dear Jamie is back home from the hospital recovering from cancer with the help of multiple loads a day from several of the Alpha cocks in the house. Master Chad, son of God Dino, married his faggot C.C. (formerly known as Zak) and now has two of the babies he’s fathered in the last year living in the house.

Frankly, their story is so sprawling and littered with names and name changes that I’ve mostly lost track at this point!

One of the more intriguing characters in the house is Master Shane, one of the bodyguards employed by God Dino to protect the compound. A straight Alpha, Master Shane is a sexy, confident Apex Alpha hunter of the highest order. Once the Alpha Gods there taught him about faggot pussy, he realized that he could use the hole of anyone he wanted on the planet.

Master Shane has a brazen confidence that allows him to bring multiple holes (female and faggot) back to the compound to service the Men there. He has no issue with spotting a faggot in public, walking up to it, and essentially capturing it. His boldness probably surpasses Master Chad, the previous unstoppable force in the house.

One night Master Shane encountered a faggot in a bar and changed its life forever. Once it became part of God Dino’s household, its name was changed to “greenfaggot” (there’s also “bluefaggot”), and greenfaggot was claimed by Master Chad as part of his “house” within God Dino’s property.

Are you still with me? See what I’m talking about with the names and shit? It’s like Hierarchical Inception. I’d need multiple whiteboards and a team of people to track this stuff!

ANYWAY I recently heard from greenfaggot, and my gentle brother told me his story. And since it is one of the rare stories out of the compound without any incriminating evidence, I thought I’d share it:

Hello friend,    i am the property of MASTER AND SAVIOR CHAD.  i am called greenfaggot.

Because i am happy and so totally fulfilled our faggot mother superior jamie convinced me to share how i came to belong to THE most masculine Man i’ve ever known. Every Man in this household is special. They are Gods walking on earth surrounded by mere mortals, faggots, animals and females. i cannot believe My good fortune. Daily i am blessed by serving Them and MASTER AND SAVIOR CHAD even allows me to aid in the raising of His offspring. mommy has convinced me He will not be opposed to my speaking to you about Him and i do have much to say. However i will not expound upon His virtues or the power He exudes too long because i know your time is valuable. we faggots are allowed access to your web page so please let me say personally to you-apart from mommy i admire you above all faggotry. you open the world to faggots and do more to tell our stories than anyone before. The Men we serve listen to your podcasts with us and discuss the subject matter after. we faggots are actually encouraged by Them to offer our lowly thoughts after They have given Theirs. Isn’t that amazing? They really want to know how we feel.

However, mommy says you are aware of MASTER’S honeymoon orgy and know Daddy and mommy and the babies along with bluefaggot and I are the only ones left here this week. Oh, and mommy’s nurses are here as well. It is a pleasure of belonging to my MASTER that i and bluefaggot are allowed to serve our Father and THE ONE TRUE GOD, MASTER DINO in His absence. As a faggot it is sheer delight to have MASTER DINO to use ‘bluey’ and i this entire week. i could never explain just how meaningful a gesture such as this is but MASTER CHAD always makes sure His property is well maintained and happy. 

i also realize the faggot experience in this home is different than others because of several factors of which you are also aware. i had a Master before this and He was good. He was my history professor in college and He showed me I was a faggot and taught me most Masters don’t desire the stereotypical ‘dumb faggots’. He educated me not only in faggotry but in formal education and in ‘street smarts’. i suppose i am luckier than most faggots. i worshiped Him but He died suddenly. His family, from whom He had hidden nothing, threw me out and I was left with nothing. The only reason I survived it all was He had secretly left me a trustfund which provides a small stipend each month. It was enough to pay for living expenses until I found another Master. Upon the new Master’s taking of me through paperwork and attorneys the money would go to Him. It was also a provision of His will that should things not work out with the new Master all reverted to me and i could wait for another or live without a Master without fear of being homeless. 

All that brings me to being in a straight bar some months ago. I prefer straight Masters and haunted straight bars nightly. i missed MASTER TYRONE so badly that i was not choosing well and always seemed to pick the Men who raped and beat me. Worse than they were the ones who seemed excellent prospects who used me well, made me hopeful and then vanished after promising much. This particular evening i was beginning to give up hope of ever finding another Master and had resigned myself to getting wasted every day and going home to MASTER TYRONE’S picture and spend hours riding the dido He had fashioned from His cock. After multiple orgasms i cried until i would sleep. Mornings after breakfast that cycle resumed. That was to be my life or so i thought. 

So, i sat, miserable, at a table drinking enough alcohol to numb the pain and calm the cocaine buzz I used to have the energy to leave the apartment when the HOTTEST guy strutted in. The bartender obviously knew Him, called Him Tank, and poured Him a Jamison on ice. He surveyed the room and smiled at me. I grinned slightly and cast my eyes downward to show deference. Instantly He was at the table asking to sit. I looked up to His chest but no further. He said, “You are faggot, right?” Terrified I nodded. He laughed, downed His scotch and snapped His fingers over His head. More was brought immediately and He asked if I were owned. I told Him i had been but my Master was killed in a car crash. Tears filled my eyes and He took my chin in His big hand and commanded I look in His eyes. He then told me briefly of His Brothers and Father, about this house, and how He was looking to find faggots for Them to use. It sounded rather fanciful to my oft deceived ears but I said I would happily go with Him. He told me He would return in an hour and we’d go there. my face must’ve shown my skepticism because He told me I could believe Him and as a gesture of good faith this huge Man picked me up and really kissed me until i thought i would cum or faint and then He was gone. I slumped back in my chair and pondered if this long-haired muscled God would return. Several people had jeered and ĺaughed as He kissed me and He had good-naturedly told them to “get fucked” as He left. 

An hour and 20 minutes later i decided i had been lied to again and went to pay my bill at the bar. The bartender was on His phone and he smiled at me and asked, “Are you a pretty little cumhole?” i felt my face flush and tears came to my eyes. He laughed again and said, “Hey cunt, don’t cry. Tank’s on the phone and He just asked if that pretty little cumhole He was gonna fuck was still here. He’s outside in the black Escalade.” I froze mid way to paying my tab and the man added, “Ahh, He’ll pay it. Well, what the fuck ya waiting for bitch? A goddamned engraved invitation? Get outta here faggot.” I had wings getting outside. There He stood no shirt, feet apart. He saw me and whistled for me. The back hatch was open and 2 other faggots were there giggling like school girls. I must’ve looked disappointed because He smiled, reminded me that He had Brothers and slapped my ass. Then He picked me up and sat Me with the others. Before He closed us in He shook His head and said, “Goddamn I did good today. You faggots don’t know how happy you’re gonna be.”

When we arrived we were presented to MASTER CHAD, the eldest and obviously the ruler and the very hot but quiet MASTER DEAN. I nearly came just looking at them. If we faggots had been dying of thirst then these partially clothed Gods were tall, cool barrels of water. We were used by each but at the end if service I knew I belonged to MASTER AND SAVIOR CHAD. There was no returning to my former life. With no shame whatsoever I BEGGED Him to please find a place in His admittedly full life for me. He held me as i spewed forth with my story and need of a Master such as He. Now i am His number 2 faggot and if something happened to c.c., His faggotwife, i am next in line to be His ‘queen. 

Before i stop let me say this-even though there could be there is no jealousy between faggots as all used by all the Men with no Man wanting 1 faggot alone. Each day at least 2 of the 4 Men here fill my pussy with cum after absolutely fucking the hell out of me. It is glorious. we faggots share our experiences with each other and with mommy. We are all family here and help each other anyway we can. mommy guides us with wisdom and has outrageous, but true, stories of her long years of service to THE ONE TRUE GOD our FATHER. Each night as I go to sleep bloated with cum from these GODS i picture MASTER TYRONE looking happily down on His faggot and knowing i am cared for and loved.

First I want to highlight Master Shane’s brazenness once again. I imagine that 99% of Men (including Alphas) wouldn’t have the balls to stroll up to a male at a bar and open a conversation like that. It’s just not done in polite, PC-controlled society.

But it’s Hierarchically perfect.

So what made greenfaggot different from the rest of the holes used and discarded at God Dino’s compound every day? First of all, greenfaggot had been expertly trained by Master Tyrone before his untimely death, laying the groundwork and the emotional strength needed to open up to these Apex Alphas. Greenfaggot laid bare its sorrow and fear to Master Chad and the others, and they took it in as a way to protect and nurture it.

In other words, greenfaggot SURRENDERED ITSELF. So many faggots fail to do this simple and critical step! Alphas can sense when a faggot is being elusive or dodgy. Contrast that with the way greefaggot opened its heart to these imposing and powerful Alphas!

I feel sorry for greenfaggot for losing such an impactful Alpha like Master Tyrone early in its development, but now greenfaggot has found its true place!

After greenfaggot wrote the above to me, Jamie followed up with an additional anecdote that sheds further light on greenfaggot’s new role in God Dino’s compound:

I just wanted to say thanks for acknowledging greenfaggot (little lloyd). It’s so sweet and super intelligent. When it first told me about the death of it Master we cried together and bonded. In intelligence it reminds me of our resident genius Dean. In lust, it is as hungry for cock as me. Hehe It is as sweet as bunny. I love all my faggots and even though Daddy wouldn’t like my phrasing I would cut a bitch if anybody hurt one of my babies and that means Alpha or faggot.

Greenfaggot was so happy that Chad took it for life I believe it will never again be unhappy. To prove its devotion it asked Chaddie to accompany it outside where it buried its former Master’s dildo as a sign of respect and commitment to Master Chad. That really touched my Chaddie and what do you know ? In a week or so Chad asked greenfaggot to come to Daddy’s room where Daddy and He had just filled my holes. It came in humbly and Chad removed a gift box from under the bed. Greenfaggot was hesitant but I nodded that it should take it. Inside was a new dildo. It and I knew immediately it was a copy of Chad’s beautiful cock. I cried, it cried and it knelt and began kissing Chaddie’s feet and that turned into quite a scene. Daddy was very proud of His first born Son. Greenfaggot also learned how devotion and service with heart moves these Alphas. It will never leave this house. It is content. At night if not in use it rides Chad’s dildo and sniffs and chews His dirty boxers like I used to use Daddy’s boxers years ago when He was gone for periods of time.

Oh sam, I’m so proud of My Alpha Sons AND my faggot ‘girls’. They live only to please the Men. When you get right down to it, what else is there?

Well said, sista! Well said!