The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.

But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!

But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:

Hi Sam,

I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.

I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.

When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.

I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.

We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.

But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit.  After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong.  He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.

After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.

Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!

Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.

Love,

Ethan #5

As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.

Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?

I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!

Just ask poor Evan!

Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!

You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!

Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!

Always,

sam the faggot

Hierarchy 319 – Chicken And The Egg

Which came first?

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Hello Brothers and Sirs, this is a serious post that I would like to divulge. When I was a young teen, age 14, I was molested by an older man. Basically, I was groomed. I would walk to school and back home passing this guys house in the same street as where I lived. He was friendly and likeable. Absolutely no hint of anything bad. He would be in his front yard and strike a polite chat with me whenever possible. Nothing bad, mainly just niceties and talking about the weather and his garden. It was just like this for a long time, maybe several weeks, when one late afternoon when I was walking home, he stops me for a chat. Invited me in for an Orange Juice and I felt that there was no harm so I went inside his house. As I went in, I saw that he was playing some hardcore gay porn. Plenty of hardcore oral and anal. It was the first time I was exposed to any porn really. He told me to sit on the sofa which I did. I also wanted to watch the porn as I was curious and it just looked hot to me. He sat opposite me on a chair. He brings me a glass of orange juice and sits down. After a short while, he pulls his dick out and starts stroking. He tells me to relax and if I wanted to, I could pull out mine and do the same. I did not do that. From memory though, I was getting curious and aroused. He would ask me questions about what I think about the porn on show. To be honest I can’t remember if I answered. I may have tried to deflect. Multiple questions were asked. One question that rings a bell was that he asked me if I’d like to try. More questions until eventually he said if I’m curious, I could just get on my knees. I didn’t. Eventually he sits next to me, his Dick erect and exposed right next to my arm. He asked me if I’d like to touch it. I said maybe. He grabs my hand and places it on his dick. See, it’s not so bad he said to me. Now try jerking it up and down. I did as he told me. I was jerking him for some minutes. He would encourage me that this is normal. I have nothing to be ashamed about. I should just surrender and let that little boy out just like on the tv. Then he tells me to kneel in front of him and get close and just look at it. I did as I was told. Then he encouraged me to give it a kiss. I kissed it on the tip. He says I’m a good boy. Then he tells me to open my mouth because it’s time I learned to be just like the boys on tv. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Before you know it, I had a cock in my mouth at 14. He would instruct me to do it like the boys on tv. So I tried my hardest to mimick what I was watching on his tv. He would encourage me, say I’m a good boy, and that I’m making Daddy very happy. To be fair, I was enjoying it too. Yes it was wrong and I know I was being groomed now, but I really enjoyed it. I wanted more and more. I must have been sucking for quite a while.

Eventually, he pulls his dick out and gets up. He makes me stand up. He said to me it’s time to go to the bedroom and show me how to be a very good boy. Makes me take all my clothes off. He places me on all fours with legs together. Head down ass up in the air. He gives me a pillow to bite on for comfort as what will happen next may hurt a little bit and he told me to not be afraid. I knew what was about to happen. I knew I was about to lose my anal virginity. He said that he will start off slow and that all I need to do is be a good boy. So then he applies generous amounts of lube on my rear and starts to finger me. Then, his dick entered me Slowly. Very slowly. Yes it wasn’t the most comfortable thing. But he slowly works it in all the way and keeps it there. Tells me to breath and get use to the feeling. Slowly he worked his way to a more rigorous action. Then spreads my legs and pounds me till he finished off inside me. He then said to my that I was a very good boy for Daddy and I could come over anytime. Gave me aftercare. Good afterwards, words of encouragement, that what I did was just be myself and is normal.

So that was how I was groomed. The thing is, I kept going back for more and more. I enjoyed sucking him and I enjoyed the anal sex. I kept going back for months. And he would use me. Even honorifics were involved. He was Daddy and he would call me boy. Well I really was a boy. An under aged minor in fact that should not have been used like this. I was a Pedophile victim. I was groomed and violated.

Today, dealing with this trauma, I often wonder if these events moulded me into what I am today as a TPE Gay Bottom Boy. Or was this nature already wited within me? I must have definitely been gay leaning. But did this experience make me more submissive? I’m always looking for explanations about my sexuality and submissive nature. The way I try to rationalise things is that the attraction to men was already wired into me by Mother Nature. Did he bring the sub bottom boy out from within, or did my Sub Bottom nature develop from the trauma as my psychology was rewired creating its own neurons due to the experiences of being dominated by an Authority figure, making me desire this in adulthood?

All I know is today, as an adult, I accept who I am and what I am. I control my desires and interests. I know what I want and need. And I own and affirm myself as a Gay Bottom Submissive. It makes me feel happy, soft and vulnerable.

My brother, thank you for sharing this experience!

First of all, I want to tell you how sorry I am that you went through this. It’s something no child should ever experience. Honestly, I’m mortified at the selfishness of this person who did this. Some might call him an Alpha, but I don’t. He’s a sick person who should’ve gone to prison.

And by the way, I’m not trying to make you feel bad about yourself or imply that you’re to blame in any way. You were young and doing things that no doubt intrigued you and even excited you, so going back again and again was probably a natural thing.

You raise a great question, one that has confounded me as well. It’s sort of a “chicken and the egg” conundrum: Were you born a faggot, or turned into one because of this experience?

I know that most faggots are born that way. I certainly was, as were most of the faggots I’ve spoken with during my life. It’s all we ever remember, even from our earliest memories. Many faggots would gladly choose something else if they could, so it’s not a choice.

But then there are complex outliers like you who don’t fit neatly into predictable boxes or categories.

I’ve read that many child molesters can tell which children to isolate and groom via some poorly-understood mechanism. Often even the molesters themselves can’t fully explain how. Did the person who molested you sense that you were a gay boy? Did he sense your submissiveness? How can we ever know that? I know Alphas can sense faggots and other subs around them … is that the same thing? These are questions I have that will probably never be answered to my satisfaction, or anyone’s.

I can say this, though: I’m very proud of the way you assimilated your experience and made it part of your history that colors and informs your life today. You sound like a courageous and intelligent person who simply refuses to play a victim. Your assimilation of your trauma reminds me of how I assimilated my rape. Rather than allowing to destroy me, I allowed my intellectual curiosity to work through it and help me understand the deeper meaning of it.

You’re a survivor, and you should be proud of that, my brother! Thank you for sharing your personal journey!

Love,

sam the faggot

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

There are some Alpha Masters who are super-serious about their superiority and they get very performative in their demands. It always feels insecure to me, but that’s probably because I was trained and owned by Alphas from the other end of the spectrum. Those Alphas relish their power, but they don’t worry at all about losing their position because they are secure enough to know they’ll never lose that power unless they shout and demand.

Master Joe is one of those secure Alphas.

I’ve had a “flirt affair” with Master Joe ever since he first wrote to me. We’re playful with each other in an affectionate way, but there’s always a respect for him beneath the playing. It’s that respect that causes me to sit up straight whenever Master Joe has some correction for me.

While discussing Alpha Matt’s curiosity for ass fucking, I mentioned that Alphas like to cause pain for fags when they fuck them because it strokes their egos. I didn’t really think of this as a controversial statement.

But Master Joe had a terrific perspective on this:

Hey, my sexy Sam
This is your Master Joe from Spain. Since we won the World Cup I’ve been breeding my boyfriend so often, that I neglected to give you some attention too lol but I took some time to check the site today and jerk off, and I just saw the story of my Alpha brother Matt and his fag Andres. I read his whole thread and he seems to be a really nice guy, quite similar to my world view tbh and I wish I could fuck Andres too lol

But I wanna say something about your post. When you were talking about Matt and his desire to fuck ass for the first time, you said “Frankly, he seemed so nice and confident that I thought he’d never want to hurt someone by fucking them in the ass.”

Come on, Sam!! There are some guys who don’t care at all about fags and girls, but Alphas like me and Matt don’t wanna fuck ass to harm, we don’t hurt the fags and the girls we breed. We know that a little bit of pain is just a REMINDER of who is the Man in bed. Your mindset is “he wants to fuck some ass, in spite of being nice and confident” but you should think “he wants to fuck some ass BECAUSE he is nice and confident” hahaha

You know I love you, my sexy Sam, don’t get me wrong
But there are many good Alphas like Matt and myself who want to protect and take care of weak fags, and in return we have the need to breed them. We fuck their ass to make them feel safe, not to hurt their holes, and when we do end up hurting their holes we give a lot of aftercare until they forget about their sore pussy.

You know, I wish we could have this conversation in person because while I explain my thoughts you’d have a nice cock down in your throat lol I miss you, my sexy fag

First of all, congratulations on the World Cup victory, Master Joe! I especially loved their win given Trump’s ignorant comments about Spain at the start of the World Cup. FUCK TRUMP!

I also love to learn that Master Joe is stroking his big dick to the site! It’s almost like I’m pleasing him in person (actually, it’s nowhere near as good as in-person!).

I think Master Joe is completely right to correct my language (or my over-generalization) about Alphas causing fags and females pain while fucking them. It’s an important point to remember that there is simply no way that an Alpha’s cock won’t cause some pain. Honestly, I think working through that pain is part of a faggot’s purpose. We endure pain in order to please our Kings.

But Master Joe’s real point is that I shouldn’t generalize that all Alphas enjoy causing that pain like they’re sexual versions of Vlad the Impaler. There are certainly some Destroyer Alphas out there actively trying to cause faggots pain. And Master Joe is right.

Because the real truth is that there are incredible Protector Alphas like Alpha Matt and Master Joe who might cause pain when they fuck someone, but then provide genuine aftercare to calm and soothe their “victims”. It’s one of those many qualities that sets the truly powerful Alphas from the rest!

But now that Master Joe ahs publicly corrected me, I feel like I’m in need of some aftercare! Where’s that dick he promised me?? LOL

Thank you, Master Joe! I love you, my King!

sam the faggot

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I love self-reflective Alphas. There is so much to learn about the growth and mentorship of Alphas and how they develop, but how will anyone ever know unless there are some Alphas who are actively thinking about their own experiences and thoughtfully tracking their development?

What I’ve done on this site is completely define Alphahood, not as a fetish or a theory, but as an objectively REAL type of Man. It’s something that can be measured in quantifiable ways other than weakened knees and rapid heartbeats.

One of the more thoughtful Alpha voices I’ve collected over the years is King Phillip. He’s an Alpha who deeply ponders and reflects on his power, why it’s there, and how best to use it.

A couple of days ago, out of the blue, King Phillip texted me like this:

Fuck, bullying really is natural, And it’s natural I’m the one doing it. I used to think I was a nice kid, when I was growing up. But I started looking back on those times very seriously, and looking at some of the things I still have from then. I was an absolute bully, and I never realized that.

To which I replied:

I think all Alphas have both Protector and Destroyer Alpha aspects in them during their formative years, but one side takes over predominantly during maturation.

King Phillip replied:

And even protectors bully, sometimes as ruthlessly as a destroyer. What’s kind of messing with my head is how I didn’t really understand I was being a bully back then. I wonder if that is just being Alpha or if I was trying to not see what I was doing.

You couldn’t see it. Those were your natural actions as an Alpha.

That’s probably true. It feels natural when I do it today, and back then I wouldn’t have taken seriously my own power

Exactly, Master. This is why education on Hierarchy is so important. Young Alphas need to be mentored and taught about the overwhelming power that they have so they can be aware of it, as well as how to use it.

Haha not everyone is a faggot. I’m sure a lot of my victims back then didn’t like it the way you would

It doesn’t matter. They were inferior to you, and you were unknowingly enforcing hierarchy by putting them in their place.

That feeds my ego, fuck.

If it all starts with bullying, then hierarchy starts at the top. It’s something Alphas impose on the rest of the world.

But the world submits because of obvious Alpha superiority

I think they submit because I’m more powerful. My superiority might be natural, but I end up at the top because I put myself there. But I’m quibbling

Why do you think your faggots serve you, Master?

Because they crave a more powerful man, and I radiate power.

They want to please you.

They do! And they want me to TAKE from them. And that’s ripe for bullying and humiliation. Have you ever met an Alpha who wasn’t a bully?

I’ve been owned by a couple of God Alphas who weren’t bullies in the traditional sense. They got whatever they demanded, but they weren’t hurtful to me.

That’s interesting. I wonder if there’s some sense in which they were bullies but never had to actually be mean

I was very obedient, Master

I can’t imagine you any other way, cocksucker

Awww that was such a nice compliment! I’ve rarely seen King Phillip’s softer side!

Then King Phillip continued:

You’ve played a big role in my development as an Alpha. I have an actual stable now because of it.

I own three, and use two more.

1) my asskisser, who is older and sends me messages and other kinds of things to feed my megalomania

2) my footlicker, who serves me sexually

3) my head boy, who is my longest serving faggot, gives me lots of different kinds of service (this is Dylan, whom I stole from the other ‘alpha’)

4) pincushion, who I fuck when I visit the city

5) girlboy, who I also fuck when I go to the city haha

Yes. I didn’t include my husband, who serves me but it’s not a real ‘arrangement’ haha

Then King Phillip shared a super-hot video clip of one of his faggots sucking his big dick while he used call/response to train it. I’m not allowed to share it – sorry everybody. One of the few perks of being a faggot running a site like this, I guess!

I’ve been so proud to be King Phillip’s sounding board as he’s grown more accustomed to his awesome power and how to wield it! He’s truly one of a kind, an unparalleled King among Men and fags!

Thank you, King Phillip, for blessing me!

Yours,

sam the faggot

Hi, I am Lucca, an Alpha from Italy, and I need your opinion on something. I have always been a top, I have no curiosity at all of bottoming, and I have no doubt about being an Alpha either. The problem is that I absolutely love the feeling of protecting a fragile fag. Nothing turns me on like touching a fag, even it they are older than me, and noticing that they feel safe in my arms. Just to clarify: I have no intention to submit to another man, and I have never questioned my own Alphahood. But I do not want to humiliate or cause any harm to bottoms either. I want to dominate than with a firm hand, but with passion and love. I want to have a fagwife who I will love, care, and provide for one day, and ideally a couple of side fags to suck my cock from time to time, but loving all of them as precious fags, not treating them like shit. However, I am 27, I’ve been fucking fags since high school and I’ve never found a fag who accepted this type of treatment.

I am 27 right now, I just finished graduate school and have a good job. I am not incredibly handsome and I don’t have a six-pack, but I am not bad-looking either. My cock is around 13cm, big balls, thick at the base. In summary, I’m not a porn star, nor a top model, but I’m a regular middle-class hard-working Italian guy. I wanna be a gentleman, a provider, an Alpha man, and in a few years perhaps a nice “daddy” for sweet fags. I dream with having a fag boyfriend who will love me and will crave my love as well as crave my cock and my cum, I will fuck and breed him, train him to become a better fag everyday, he will serve me as a good boy, cook for me, but above all I will treat him as my precious property, give him nice presents, take him out for nice restaurants, dates at the museum, and for the theater.

But, Sam, I don’t know what is wrong with me… I honestly don’t think I am bad at fucking, I usually bang the fags missionary to be able to look at their eyes and kiss them, and they moan a lot, and I often fuck a cum shot out of them. However, all the fags I find want either a random hook-up and never talk to me again looking for their next cock, or they want to be seriously humiliated or harmed. I met a very cute guy in February and I thought he would be the one, we had two dinner dates before I fucked him, and he demonstrated a very submissive attitude. When we had sex for the first time, it was amazing, he had a beautiful and smooth ass, I started very tenderly in doggy style, and I bred him while looking at his eyes in missionary. It was just beautiful. But in a few days he started to say that I was “too soft”, and he wanted me to spank him, that’s alright for me, I think spanking a smooth as can be really hot. But things escalated quickly, in a few weeks he wanted be to basically beat him up, take all his money, spit on him, pee on him.

I used to call him amore mio and baby during sex while choking him, kissing his face, for me that was great balance, but it took just a few weeks for him to ask me to call him a useless slut, a stupid whore, a piece of shit, and so on. I felt uncomfortable and told him that spanking was okay, but I didn’t want to humiliate him to that level. One night around mid-April after we had sex, I was holding him in my arms, my cum leaking out of him ass, thinking about building a life with him as my fag boyfriend, taking care of him, loving him, treating him as a little prince. And then, while in my arm, he told me that he wanted to sleep on the floor, (I’m sorry for the really gross details) and next time I pooped he wanted to lay on the floor for me to put my feet on his chest while in the toilet. I didn’t know what to answer, but I decided to have a honest conversation with him. I told him that I wanted to be dominant taking care of him, not treating him as a useless object. And he said that he wanted to be “a cumrag and an ATM,” which made be broke up with him. I wished him all the best, but said that we were not compatible anymore. I saw on Instagram that he has a new boyfriend now, they traveled to France for the summer, and a friend in common told me that he is giving his entirely salary for this guy, who usually spends the money in booze and cigarettes. This same friend in common told me that one day this new boyfriend demanded his credit card, and when the boy said that he had already spent all his limit, the guy slapped him on their face in public, and then said to the people around that it was just a joke. Anyway, I truly hope that he is happy now and won’t have his body or his feelings harmed. Over the summer, I have met a few other guys, but it’s all the same, some of them just want a hook-up and some others want to be treated as a slut.

I’m openly gay, but most of my friends are straight. My best friend is a straight guy called Giuseppe, we have been friends for 20 years now. He is married with a woman and has a child, but we often talk about hierarchy and my sexual partners. Last night we were having a beer together and talking about this whole experience and about the fag’s bizarre desire of being a bathroom rag. He told me that I should probably look for a college boy who wants a sugar daddy, this way it will be easier to be dominant, while also being romantic and a provider. I think that makes sense, but at the same time I think I’m too young for college twinks who wants a daddy, I’m not even 30. Also, although I have a nice job, I believe that a sexy twink who wants to be spoiled will look for much richer and older guys, those CEOs in their 50s.

Well, that’s it. Sorry for such a long message, but I have been following your content for a few months, and I do think you can assist me with this whole mess. Is it a paradox to be an Alpha who wants to take my fag for a nice dinner, then a beautiful museum, and finish the night breeding him and holding him in my arms? Should I just give up on being “too soft” and start to pee and spit on any inferior fags?

I wanna be a gentleman who occasionally becomes a beast in bed. But I’m afraid the fags nowadays just want a beast who treat them as trash.

Thank you.

Sir, thank you so much for writing to me!

One of the saddest aspects of most faggots is the fact that they are broken inside. Also, kind of dumb. They crave destruction and self-harm and abuse and hate. It seems to come from early-life bullying or family abuse. They all need therapy in my opinion. I don’t connect with that mentality at all.

The real tragedy of this happens when a heartfelt Protector Alpha like you wants to “save” these faggots with love, sincerity, and affection. However, these broken faggots cannot be saved or rehabilitated. All they end up doing is frustrating Alphas like you, Sir, and wasting your time. I’m so sorry that you’re dealing with this. You deserve better!

The example you shared is the perfect illustration of what I’m talking about. You offered that faggot THE WORLD, yet all the faggot could think about is its own twisted, self-destructive desires. Sadly, it has found a Destroyer Alpha who is now dismantling its life. You can’t save it, even though I hear your sadness and yearning in your words. You’ll need to let it go, Sir.

Believe me, though … I share your sadness, Sir. I’ve been a fortunate faggot throughout my life of service in that I’ve been owned by some truly powerful Protector Alphas like you. They owned me and used me well, of course, but they also showed kindness and even love toward me. The appreciated me just as you want to appreciate a faggot in your life. So I truly know what a unicorn you are … what a rare and beautiful Alpha you are, Sir.

You will find the right faggot. Don’t give up. We are out here, just waiting for a King like you to give our best years of service to!

And as an aside, I’m tentatively planning to move to Italy at some point in the nearer future. I’ve already been looking at houses there. So maybe … well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves! Just keep it in mind, Sir!

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The other day I published a pretty alarming story of fag Marcus being used abusively by his 21-year-old Master, Alpha Lion, and Master Lion’s 18-year-old Alpha cousin. Some of the details on that weekend were grim enough to be dangerous.

But more interesting than that was what we learned about Master Lion. Despite his young age, he seemed to effortlessly command people older than him without a second thought. He proved to be bold and decisive, and everyone around him obeyed without question.

I thought the account Marcos sent was quite enough, but there’s a second part to the story that’s even wilder than the first! Read it:

Hi, Sam.

Thanks for the valuable advice you gave me. I confess I was already doing exactly what you said (staying silent and waiting) even before reading your post, because the events of that first night—which I described in my last post—and what followed (which I’m sharing today; I wrote it all at once but it got too long, so I split it up) made me realize something different was going on with my Master.

Picking up where I left off: after the girls stated they were at Yuri’s (a pseudonym) disposal, he and the Master sat down. One of the girls put on some stripper music and they began to undress. From where I was standing, I could see the two Alphas looking relaxed; one girl danced on the table while the others waited, sitting on the floor nearby. When they finished undressing, they’d sit next to the men, who would casually drape their arms around them and grab their breasts. Only when they were all naked did the cousin ask how they would split the girls up. The Master replied, “Why split them up?” noting that they were all at the cousin’s disposal—he should just pick the two he wanted and rotate between them throughout the night. The cousin asked which one was the best, and the Master replied that he had chosen his best-behaved girls and they were all good enough, though each had a specific strength. He pointed them out: “This one gives the best blowjob, this one has a super-wet pussy, this one has a tight, gripping ass, and this one can handle really rough fucking.” The cousin then said he wanted the one with the best ass, since his girlfriend is religious and won’t do anal. The Master told him not to worry about that, as they had all been instructed to do *everything* he ordered, so he’d have four tight little asses to have fun with. The Master stripped off his clothes, took the his girls to his armchair, and had them suck him off while he watched his cousin. The cousin ordered them to undress him, and one of the girls made the mistake of dropping his belt buckle on the floor. He gave her a sharp slap on the head and told her to show more respect for his buckle (in the days that followed, I saw that he was really into the whole cowboy thing). He pulled the other girl onto his lap to kiss her and left the one who had messed up on the floor, having her take off his clothes and fold them. When she removed his underwear, what stood out most wasn’t his penis—which was the same size as the Master’s, just a bit thinner—but the massive amount of body hair. Because of the heat here in Rio, the Master would sometimes trim his hair a little, but the cousin clearly had never done anything of the sort; he was *incredibly* hairy. If his penis had been small, it might have gotten lost in there. Once he was completely naked, he sat down and ordered the two girls to lick him. They approached but then hesitated and pulled back; looking at the Master, he said:

“Didn’t you say they’d do whatever I wanted?”

The Master looked at the girls and said:

“They will.”

He looked at the girls and shouted, “Get to it, goddammit!”

It actually startled me, since the Master doesn’t usually shout. The girls did too; they quickly obeyed the order, though they didn’t look too happy about it (that’s when I remembered cousin saying he hadn’t had a decent shower in four days—and with that much body hair, he probably didn’t smell too pleasant, at least not to women).

The two men then put their arms behind their heads and started chatting about past hookups, parties, and personal memories, while the four girls sucked their huge cocks.

After a while, the Master ordered me to get some beers, and I rushed to do it as subserviently as possible to please him. When I handed over the beers, the cousin asked if I was just going to stand there watching them fuck. The Master then ordered me back to the corner to face the wall. I could only hear everyone moaning, unless I was called to fetch cigarettes (for the cousin) or beer, at which point I could catch a quick glimpse of what they were doing. I realized then that an alpha competition was playing out: whenever the Master stepped on a girl’s head, the cousin did the same; when one fucked their throats, the other did too; and even when the Master fucked one girl while having another lick his ass, the cousin followed suit.

At one point, when I brought several sandwiches for the two of them, I realized I hadn’t eaten since waking up—having had to prepare the Master’s coffee and the banquet before heading to the airport. I asked the Master if I could step away to eat something, but, fueled by that competitive adrenaline, he just looked at the cousin, told me to shut my mouth, and ordered me back to the corner. It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time after that that he asked if my stomach was still empty; he smiled arrogantly at the cousin and said to me:

“Come fill it up, then, faggot.”

He made me kneel and pissed liters of beer into my mouth.

I went back to the corner, facing the wall, and could… feeling my stomach heavy and letting out small burps that smelled like piss, which I quickly swallowed so as not to making noise and disturbing the Master.

After about two hours, the Master called me over again and asked if my stomach had emptied. Afraid he might order me to drink the cousin’s piss, I said no; however, he told me that his bladder was full of piss again regardless. So, obediently, I bent down to drink a second cascade of urine. All the while he was pissing into my mouth, he kept looking at the cousin with a smug expression.

Afterward, he dismissed me, telling me to go eat and also feed his fiancée in her room. Then, I was to fold and put away the cousin’s things and go to sleep.

It wasn’t until morning that I was woken by a blow to the face; when I looked up, it was the cousin who had struck me with the sole of his foot. He asked if I thought it was right for him to sleep on the same level as a slave and hauled me onto the floor. The Master stood in the doorway watching as the cousin shoved me under his bed—alongside boxes, his shoes, and a blue suitcase full of dirty laundry—and ordered one of the girls to spread some blankets from the bed down to the floor.

And so, I slept for a while longer, “trapped” in a makeshift, stinking hovel.

It might seem like a miserable life and that the two of them are terrible people, but today—while I was waiting for them outside a party to act as their driver and take them to some lucky girl’s house—I was writing this message to you. The Master appeared and asked what I was doing. I showed it to him; at first, he was quite angry that I was writing about him without permission and started scolding me, saying he would punish me. But after reading how I write about him with such reverence, and seeing how respectful you were, he decided I could keep messaging you. He also explained to me that neither you nor I—since we aren’t “real men”—know anything about cars, and that I was never in serious danger because his car (a BMW X3) has an air passage between the cabin and the trunk, which he made sure to keep open. He would never allow anyone to cause me fatal harm (bearing in mind that he literally saved my life) or permanent injury, as I am one of his most prized possessions (I took that as a declaration of love).

He told me that he and his cousin have competed since childhood over who plays better, who climbs the highest tree, who crosses the river first, and so on. He said I might have to suffer a bit more than the usual faggot while he’s here, but that whenever I suffer in silence and keep obeying, it shows his cousin just what a powerful man the Master is. So, I have to get used to it and view it as a form of devotion to him.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write to you again, as the coming days will be tough, but I’ll be back soon to talk more with my friend and mentor, faggot Sam.

Fag Marcus.

Marcus does such a great job serving Master Lion. I’m so impressed by how well he handles every twisted and sadistic turn his young Master throws at him! I mean, he drank piss on command twice without being anywhere near prepared for it! He worked hard during a long night of being used! It’s not always easy to be an owned faggot!

I was overjoyed when Marcus told me about being discovered writing to me, and that Master Lion read and approved of my documenting this situation! I always like for the Masters of the faggots who write to me to know their faggots are doing it, because this can lead to greater education in hierarchical truth.

I loved the detail that Master Lion and his cousin have always competitively fought all of their lives. Marcus correctly identified it as Alpha dominance battles. Alphas always play “King of the hill” games because that dominance born within them drives them to conquer from an early age. Yet Master Lion was fighting for dominance even then … and winning!

Master Lion is clearly an unstoppable force, a God Alpha who probably deserves to own a mansion with ten faggots worshiping and serving as in-house slaves. He’s that type of Alpha, the legendary ones who inspire legions of faggots to instantly submit and countless women to beg for breeding. His is a blessed life, and we are fortunate to be getting a first glimpse of his glory rising over the land. His land.

Thank you, Marcus, for sharing your experiences of service to this once-in-a-generation King!

Love,

sam the faggot

Titouan wanted to share this longer video of a recent spanking video I shared here. I believe it’s better because we feel the relationship between the Master and the fag.

I want you to watch this video of a faggot being spanked by its Master.

I think this might be the most stunning clip of a spanking I’ve ever seen, and it’s haunted me all day and into the night.

First of all, the faggot isn’t twisting, screaming, fighting back, or resisting. Instead, it’s crying. But really, the word “crying” doesn’t really capture what is happening. The faggot is weeping … the faggot is sobbing. This faggot seems to be expressing something buried deep within itself. A smothered secret, or a secret shame. Whatever it is, it’s a sadness deeply embedded in the faggot’s hart.

I think there is something all Alphas and Masters must consider about the faggots they own and use. Faggots are, for the most part, broken creatures. We carry a lot of shame from our past as well as our present. We don’t know why we crave the service and pleasure of Men the way we do, why it keeps us awake at night, why it’s ever-present in all of our waking thoughts. We don’t know why we have been consigned to a life of pain and abuse, why part of us craves that even as it damages us further.

A faggot wants love and protection just like anybody else, but often we are the discarded remnants of violence, mockery, and hate. Embracing faghood and fulfilling our purpose means embracing a long tunnel of complete darkness that ends in loneliness.

For many faggots, the video above represents the sum total of what we deserve as fallen males. A lifetime of faithfulness counted out in stinging spanks from a harsh and careless hand. Even in this moment this faggot is all alone, staring into the void, accepting its worthlessness and powerlessness. It is a hollow feeling that inflicts much more damage than a hand, paddle, or belt ever could.

We are left to absorb the pain while weeping, deep from our hearts, to nobody.

I want Alphas everywhere to reflect on this. These faithful faggots who serve you when you demand are extoling your superiority every time they do. We do it because we must. But if you looking deeply into the eyes of the faggot looking up at you, you’ll see dark shame as the backdrop for stars of awe and gratitude.

I’m not saying you need to love your faggots. Just understand that every time a faggot submits to you, there is a silent scream full of shame, desperation, and loneliness behind the lust.

Faggots are born for servitude, and that service often involves pain.

Whether we are being throat fucked, ass fucked, pushed and held down, slapped, or disciplined … pain comes with the territory. Men are generally unsympathetic to this pain they cause faggots. In fact, that pain excites them. They love to see how easy it is for their cocks and their naturally overwhelming bodies hurt others and force others into submission.

But unlike females or other subs, faggots are expected to endure it. Embrace it. Learn from it.

And the best ones do.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

On July 11th I received a curious blurb in my Questions From Readers inbox from someone who claimed his father cunted him in front of his three sons, and that his father told the sons that a Man has to “Fuck the man out of a fag bitch, good and hard.”

When I asked for more information, the still unknown reader replied to my request with a much more detailed story about his upbringing and the philosophy behind it. At that point I put a warning on it, because it seemed too incredible to believe (even though it mirrored Master Dino’s handling of his sons, and I know that’s true).

However, Pete returned to give me even more information about his unusual family arrangement. Here’s what he had to say:

OK. I’ve been thinking about this all through the week. First, I’ll basically talk about how were raised.

Names (not real):

Doug – my Dad, and Mom

Pete – me, and wife

Pat – brother 2 years younger, his wife, his son and two daughters

Dave, my oldest son, now 17

Don, middle son, now 15

Danny, youngest son, now 13

Grandpa and Grandma – Dad’s folks

Great Grandpa and Great Grandma – Dad’s grandparents.

My brother and I grew up in a masculine home, under a masculine Top Dog Dad, Doug. He was not bossy, domineering nor bullying. He was a man who acted like a man and raised we boys to be men.

I have no memories of anything sexual, other than hearing my parents going at it at times, and when Dad told us to jack off in socks, cum rags or our hands. He encouraged us to eat it, tell us it was good for us. For the most part I have since.

My younger brother and Dad are both better hung than I am. My dad and my brother always told me that it didn’t matter. Individually both told me that they liked the look. My dad told me that he hoped one of his boys would take after Mom’s dad, in that little dicks looked good and little dicked guys always are like by dominant men that are leaders. My dick is little like my maternal grandpa’s and Mom’s brothers.

At our house men and boys always swim naked. Women and girls always wore suits. Dad has always said that men and boys need to be comfortable with and proud of their bodies. Female bodies are sexual, he and Mom would say, the male is just a body. My dad and his brother were raised the same. At their pool men and boys swam and suntanned naked, women and girls wore suits. Grandpa said that he didn’t own a suit until after college. In his day the Y, gyms, HS pool and College pool weren’t co-ed and men swam naked. Greatgrandpa says that he got his first suit in his mid-30s. 

Around my house male casual nudity was pretty common. That was how my dad was raised, the same with his dad. It was the idea of not-wearing-clothes and not something sexual.

Swimming parties at our house growing up was, and is, Men and boys swimming and playing and sunning naked, and females clothed. We swam naked and were comfortable naked in front of aunts, girl cousins, family friends, girlfriends (mine and brothers and cousins).

When at the mountain house clothes for boys were always optional. We swim, hike, play in the woods and pond and not uncommon for the males, to be naked. My brother and I and boy cousins could go days without putting anything on other sneakers.

My mom and grandmother were big supporters of this. They agreed with my Dad, Uncles, grandpa that it built men. Men and boys should be comfortable with their bodies. My girlfriends and the one that became my wife and mother of my boys accepted it. 

Through college, our guy friends enthusiastically joined in and were embarrassed in front of mom, other women, girls and girlfriends briefly if at all.

Most of the guys I know, and the Dad’s of my kids’ friends have no problem at all. The kids jump right in, the men might take a moment.

As my Dad always says, “men like being naked.”

Later, after Dad took over my family, my brother Brad told me that Dad had always fucked other men, many who were straight but that Dad’s dominance and sexual energy would get them to give themselves up. Brad told me that Dad started telling him about other boys and men would give in to him. He told him what to look for. Brad had been fucking buddies and teammates since middle school and through HS and College. Dad never told me about this.

Looking back I see that Dad encouraged my sons to jack off. First my oldest and for him to show his brothers. He told them never to be embarrassed or ashamed of it — but to spare their mother (my wife) to use tube socks and cum rags or hands to catch the cum so their mom didn’t have to clean up after them. Same thing Dad taught my brother and me.

Dad talked about what he was doing with Brad, encouraging him to raise his son to be a man, too.

Brad said that Dad recognized that my three boys were all leaders and competent smart boys and needed to be shaped to be men.

Dad recognized that my oldest son was a golden boy, a leader, top dog, and fairly sexual and that sex for him would often be about dominance and establishing pecking order.

Dad recognized that my middle boy needed shaping from being a smart normal boy to being a little more assertive and a leader. The oldest boy was one naturally. The middle boy needs more encouragement and direction.

Dad recognized that my youngest son, even at nine, was a sexual dominant, and had an innate desired and drive to control. Dad fed and directed him sexually from 9 on. My oldest boy is a leader and a guy that others want to follow. My youngest son has been channeled to be kind, generous, to understand the pecking order and how to guide others into their position, beneath him.

My brother said that Dad always recognized that I had natural potential in submitting to and supporting men higher up. In training my younger son, Dad decided that he would help me discover my place, too.

I asked my brother if he had always thought of me as gay. “No. Never. Are you?”

“No,” answered. I don’t really though certainly rewired to want to submit to men. I asked my brother if Dad thought of me as gay. “No. He sees you as what you are, a sexually submissive man for other men. A cunt. A receptacle.”

I don’t see myself as a gay. No one else seems to either. My friends and family are straight or at least heterosexually inclined. But in certain situations I am demoted from full man status. 

Danny, Dan, my youngest son is learning how to walk the narrow path balancing respecting my as his Dad, and in training and owning me. He asserts authority in just how he carries himself and speaks. Not mean, or bossy, but with steady dominance and leadership. He ignores my penis and balls other than occasional taps and pats and calling them cute.

His focus is on my cunt. Fingering and fucking. He has begun to produce cum.

Learning to rim was easy. Blowjobs took a while to get used to. My middle son likes me to slowly suck and lick him while he studies, reads, watches TV. My oldest son wants quick blowjobs or fucks.

There is some more background. What more would you like to know?

Pete

Pete’s situation is pretty insane, but since he’s grown up like this it seems normal to him. I’m pretty blown away by the depth of respect for hierarchy throughout the entire family. This kind of thing can only happen because of very powerful Alphas enforcing natural order in a ruthless manner.

I was thinking back to my childhood days, and how I was raised (which was a pretty standard suburban Midwestern upbringing) compared to this. I wonder how I would’ve reacted to the enforced nudity for males and such. I was almost nude for most of my childhood, but puberty made me so self-conscious about my changing body (and how much I didn’t like it and my unchanged, tiny penis) that I think I would’ve withdrawn completely. But who knows?

Pete seemed to accept the humiliation of having a tiny penis, but part of that credit goes to his father for the way he almost celebrated it as part of the separation of Men and fags. He treated it as something natural. He also treated as natural the purpose of faggots as servants and sexual devices for Men. I use the word “Men” to encompass all non-fags here, because Pete’s father treated Pete’s underaged sons like Men simply because they weren’t fags.

It’s such a tangled tree of hierarchical development that it’s impossible to determine how the rules applied. After all, Pete is still married to a woman, but he’s servicing all of the Men and Alphas in the family, including his own sons. How does that work? These are serious questions that deserve serious answers.

The idea that Pete’s youngest son (age 13) is fucking Pete is hard to imagine. And here’s the topper: the 13-year-old sounds like a God Alpha in the making!

Like God Alpha Dino’s remarkably hierarchical family, Pete’s family takes natural hierarchical law and applies it so thoroughly that there is no way to know anything different. I’m not complaining about this, of course, but I just know that doing it in our puritanical world today can be trouble.

And, of course, I want everyone to be safe and grow up well-adjusted.

Hopefully Pete will continue to share more details as time goes on!

Every so often I receive a story so shocking and outrageous that I’m unsure of its honesty. I have to make editorial decisions on the fly, especially since I don’t currently have a way to validate the source as I traditionally do. What I’m about to publish was actually sent to me in an abbreviated form through Questions From Readers, and it involved an Alpha father cunting his faggot son in front of his Alpha grandsons in order to teach them how to enforce Masculine order. When I explained I didn’t have enough context to this story, the write returned with additional material to provide some background.

Either way, it seems impossible and almost frightening (and I’m rarely shocked). I’m going to reproduce the story with a strong warning that I’m not sure if it’s true (and I don’t publish fiction). However, since the story very much resembles the true story of God Alpha Dino teaching his sons about the uses of faggots, I’m reluctantly publishing.

Here goes nothing:

The more I wrote the below the more remembered, and it is sort of story-ish as I kept thinking of stages that seem important.

I don’t think that my dad has ever used the word hierarchy, but he believes in Alpha Men and on down with men finding their place. Apparently he’s long seen me as a sub and came to see my youngest son as like him and trainable. Much of our role reversals were instigated through my dad. A good thing, really.

I have three sons that share a room. When  they were 13, 11, and nine the oldest discovered jerking off. Eventually my wife and I could hear them doing it all the time. Just boys. We thought it pretty cute.

When the oldest boy was 15 he started coming down to the kitchen in the morning naked, eat his cereal. The wife and I made little comments such as “looking good” and “you’re not wearing that to school.” We didn’t mind. Boys being boys. In a couple of days his brother joined him in being naked.  It didn’t take long before they were generally naked at home. The only rule was that they had wash their asses and generally sit on a towel.

After a couple of weeks, I came into the Living Room, the boys were naked as usual watching TV with the wife in her chair. The youngest, now 11, told me to take off my clothes. No fair that I wasn’t. I thought it funny and ignored him. The other two boys agreed. My youngest son insisted, basically ordered me to. My wife agreed. I took off my clothes. Kind of weird, but also felt right.

My youngest son would tell me strip whenever I came in from work or wherever. Pretty bossy, but I did it. My wife was fine with it.

My dad, both my folks, have always dropped by to hang out. My dad dropped by pretty often. [Side note: I work for him in his company.] My dad is pretty alpha, always the boss man. My mom is no wallflower but is a competent capable woman. All she said when she saw that I’d joined the boys being bare was to comment that I’d grown since she’d last seen me naked.

Dad sort of took control. As always he claimed my chair as his and at meals always sat at the head of the table. He had always sort of ordered my sons around, like to get him a drink, or to do a chore. Now things changed. He would tell me what to do, smack my bottom, rub my hair, do chores, get food and drink. My youngest son became his new best buddy, more like a lieutenant. The kid got bossier.

He had been getting more aggressive and bossy with his brothers, too. But they wouldn’t put up with it. The oldest boy is very athletic, fit, masculine, team leader. Great guy. He was amused when his littlest brother touched him, told him to do things, to play with himself. He wouldn’t, laughed at his brother and good naturedly ignored him.

The middle boy would just tell him to knock it off.

The youngest started getting aggressive with me, especially when my dad was around. He’d tell me to sit on the floor, to get him a soda or chips.  Then one day he told me to show him what I looked like hard. He’d seen his brothers of course in their jackoff times. I said, no. Then my dad said, “show him. It’s good for him to see what a man looks like.” So I did it. I don’t know why but I didn’t really think about. I was told to cum on the coffee table and I did. My youngest son tasted it, and then told me to eat it up. My dad told me to lick it up, so I did. My wife saw this and didn’t seem to mind.

My wife traveled a lot. After a few months she took a 6month assignment out of town.

Dad was over a lot. Much of the time the two older boys were out doing sports, hanging out with friends, etc. So it was my dad, youngest so and me.

Dad began to direct me, boss me around, and to direct my youngest son in how to be a dominant.

I liked it.

My dad brought clippers and he and my youngest son buzzed off all of my body hair. Pubes first. “Only real men have pubic hair,” he told my son, as if I wasn’t there.

My youngest son became fixated on asses. His brothers and mine, but they ignored him.

He liked to spank me. Either over his lap or over the ottoman. He liked patting it and rubbing it, eventually he became fixated on my hole. One day it escalated. He had my son sit next to him on the sofa and told me to lay across their laps. My dad told me to pull my cheeks apart. He began to tell my son about a sub’s hole. (This was the first time that I was referred to as a sub.) He told my son that a sub’s natural sexual site was his hole, his cunt – like a woman’s cunt, but better. Dad lightly rubbed my hole, spit on it and had my son do it.  He told my son to push a finger in and to feel around. Then a second, then a third. And then my dad’s thicker and longer finger joined him. “See how it’s opening up? Can you feel it inside opening up?”  They played with it for a while. My dad was able to go in further and stroke my prostate which was my first time.

For a few days into weeks he showed my son how to milk my prostate. How to open it further with toys that dad bought and brought over.

Dad also had me me suck my three sons to completion, though the youngest produced nothing. The oldest was happy to get blown. The middle, too, but moreso seemed indifferent. My youngest though was becoming increasingly bossy and demanding.

My dick was ignored and my youngest son ordered me to ignore it. My dad agreed.

My dad also became more dominant with me. He treated me well at work but also had a home office set up for me at home. Also, he took over the master bedroom, my youngest took over the guest bedroom and I sleep now in my youngest son’s dinosaur kid bed.

Also, my dad was always clothed. I never was. The boys wore whatever they wanted, naked to shorts or sweats or school clothes.

One day my dad was over, as usual. Dad brought dinner, and while he and the boys were eating he told me to douche out my “cunt”, which I had been doing as soon as I came home every day after work.

Dad told me to go to the master bed, lay down a beach towel at the side. He told me to wait there for them. I heard him tell the boys to strip down and to come to the master bedroom, he had something to teach them. He came, and stripped. I had seen him naked at the gym and after golf. He is pretty well hung. Bigger than me. My two older sons were bigger than me.

He had me lay back, with my legs over the side, my ass right at the edge. He had son #1 to get on one side and #2 on my other and to lift my legs and pull them back. He had all three boys finger my hole, push lube in, push in deeper and to work it open. He told them that is is how you get a cunt ready to be fucked. I’ve never been fucked before, but fingered a lot in the last few weeks and my youngest and oldest sons have been working dildos and plugs in and out.

While explaining how to ready a son we was slowly greasing up his cock. Then he shoved in with one shove.

It hurt like hell. It burned and stung and really hurt. My Dad told my sons to keep my legs up and back and to hold me down.

“You need to fuck the man out of a male that you’re going to fuck. Subs need it. We’re all men here, except this bitch here. Subs need to have the man fucked out of them. Deep and hard, fuck the man out. You need to permanently turn them into fags.”

He pounded me. At some point my mind went blank, and everything narrowed down. At some point the only thing I was aware of was his cock hammering in and out. Afterwards they told me that I had cum three times and that they fed me my cum. I don’t remember.

I’ve seen pics that my dad took of my red and sore puffy cunt lips.

Since then my Dad has taken over completely the running of my house and raising my sons. He has taken over the finances. He goes to school conferences, meets with the coaches and goes to the games. Helps with homework. All the while he is training my youngest son to be am Alpha, a Dominant, a Leader.  Same with the other sons, but mostly with him.

I work from home most days and go into the office a couple of times a month. My wife permanently relocated to the East Coast (We’re in the Pacific Northwest)

I know that I should be bothered by this, and at times I do wonder. But each step seemed normal and I easily submitted. I’m comfortable being naked all day most days. I really do like being fucked and sucking and rimming. I really like cleaning and serving and the changed dynamic at home. It feels right and my boys seem to like have a live-in obedient fag. And they like my dad as the boss.

So … what do you think?

If true, I’m somewhat horrified by the entire thing. I mean, it sounds like everyone is accepting their roles and the sons are being taught properly, but it seems awfully haphazard. Cunting a father in front of his sons could be potentially scarring to them (depending on their internal makeup).

I fully recognize the Alpha/son dynamic in hierarchical terms, and I also completely accept Alphas fucking faggots within the family. But there’s another layer to this account that seems to cross a line. Do you feel that way?

I wish nothing but the best for everyone involved. I’d like updates just to make sure that everyone is okay!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling a caged faggot named Houston who struggled to take a straight Alpha without lube, but is now serving a mid-twenties Alpha from his gym. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Over the last few weeks the site received a couple of Questions From Readers asks from a caged faggot named Houston. He has started serving a very dominant straight Alpha who was, at the time, denying Houston the use of lube before he got fucked by this Alpha’s giant dick. I advised Houston how to soften his Alpha’s rage when Houston (and my direction) pre-lubed his hole. Our ploy worked, and the Alpha actually started treating Houston well.

But Houston returns now with a really intriguing update on the situation with this Alpha!

There’s been quite the shift in my servitude since I rewrote to you only a couple of weeks ago – about the Alpha I was serving finally permitting lube when breeding my cunt… at the expectation of greater domestic service.

He’s since found a woman that he’s really into and she’s also apparently very subservient and sexually available. I’ve heard them fucking many times while still doing my same domestic duties. He was still fucking me and pissing down my throat on occasion but it became clear he had other, more desirable outlets for his sexual urges with her.

I was beginning to get a bit depressed but stayed ever obedient and eager to please.

And, while very different in arrangement, it has paid off!

I guess my general appearance and inferior tendencies weren’t only noticed by him (the exposed cage on my clit in the locker room probably caught plenty of stares). So he told me that he had another Man I could be of service to since he was less interested in my services sexually.

I was apprehensive at first but when he told me who it was, I was shocked. It’s a verrrry fit and aggressive Man who works as a personal trainer and front desk worker at the same gym. I’ve seen him in the locker room and I know he has seen me fully exposed. Probably only in his mid-twenties. My Alpha arranged for him to come over to his place after the gym one day when I was there doing laundry and that is when he started telling him all about what it meant to own and use a faggot.

I could tell he was a little uncomfortable at first but it only took a few drinks and me being directed to strip and get on my knees for him to see what a pathetic male looked like in the presence of pure masculinity. Not long after I was sucking my Alpha’s cock in front of the guy from the gym. He just stared, sipping his beer and eventually rubbing his clearly hard dick through his gym shorts.

Fast-forward 30 minutes and I was taking them from both ends as they laughed, verbally abused me and took zero mercy on my holes. Only spit for lube this time. It was painful and overwhelming but felt completely right to be totally dominated by two amazing Men.

I was dismissed soon after they had shot their loads and left very confused about what it all meant going forward.

To keep it short, I now serve the Man from the gym as of last week. He has me come in to do some of the mundane tasks listed in his job description and help with the laundry (which I LOVE). I now get there before my day job to do most of these tasks and he occasionally will use my throat to fuck or piss down during that time. Occasionally even in the shower if I’m tasked with cleaning them that day. I then show up after my day job to wipe down the equipment and tidy up. Depending on his mood, he’ll use me there after hours or have me come over to his place to serve sexually or as his cook.

He hasn’t let me worship his asshole yet but I’m hoping that day comes soon. Luckily he likes to have my pussy well lubed most times so that is a huge plus – especially because he has an even thicker dick and is very energetic/aggressive with a lot of stamina.

All that said, I’m pretty much busy serving or working 6am-7pm daily.

Meanwhile, I am still do the shopping, laundry and cooking for my previous Alpha on Sundays and, depending on whether his girlfriend is around, he says he’ll opt to use me sexually in some way or not. He also thanked me for the extra cash as he is getting a kickback from the Man at the gym. I guess he’s able to make more money doing more personal training sessions while I do the other parts of his job in the mornings and evenings. I didn’t realize he had made this type of arrangement with him!

I’m very exhausted most days but excited to wake up and serve the next day. So I’m quite fulfilled at the moment. But who knew things could change so quickly? Is this a healthy, sustainable dynamic for a faggot?

houston

This is such an inspirational post! I’m so very proud of my brother Houston! He seemed so frustrated by his previous Master’s hateful response to the lube, and he was literally between a rock and a hard place. Most situations don’t rattle me, but even I was grasping at straws at how to solve Houston’s conundrum!

But what a turnaround! First of all, there is no method more powerful than Alpha mentorship to spread the truth of hierarchy! Yet again, we have an example of one Alpha teaching another Alpha about the use of faggots as sexual and domestic slaves through a hands-on training exercise! Alphas learn best this way, clearly!

Once a straight Alpha is taught and shown how well faggots serve and how it doesn’t change their sexuality, they’re completely sold on it. Why? Because the rush of absolute power is so intoxicating that they can’t forget it!

Now that Houston is fully serving this young Apex Alpha (name?), it sounds like he’s keeping a punishing schedule! I’m sure it’s exhausting, but I’m also sure Houston never imagined being so fulfilled!

There’s a lesson here for all fags. It’s so important to keep serving submissively, even when a situation doesn’t seem promising. You don’t know how your loyal service might lead to something far better and more fulfilling! Houston could’ve given up in frustration, but because he remained steadfast in his service, it led to him receiving the opportunity to really find fulfillment!

Thank you to my brother Houston for sharing this! I’m so happy for you!

This is tough to watch.

However, the faggot was disobedient, and rules must be enforced somehow.

I’m not often a proponent of this type of punishment (some faggots WANT it, therefore rendering it useless), but sometimes this is the only way.

It’ll learn eventually. 😔

Hello Sam. I’ve been following your page for ages and I recently saw you posted some interesting around alpha fathers and their submissive sons. It really resonated with me as I am proud to say I’ve been serving my alpha father for over 30 years. And yes it’s a very sexual and dominant relationship too in which he has so cunted me several times.

I know many people will say this type of dynamic with your biological father is wrong but I honestly believe it’s been the best relationship I’ve had. My dad as also known I was a faggot before I ever did – referring to me as one since I was a very young boy. Everything he has done has been to teach and guide me to accept who I am and that I was born a fag, submissive and that being those things is a beautiful part oh who I am.

Thank you very much for writing to me, brother!

I’ve covered this type of situation so often that it deserves its own chapter or two in my big book of hierarchy! Like cunting or Alpha latency, I think I’m the only one documenting and cataloguing this phenomenon of Alpha fathers claiming their faggot sons.

I know the topic is uncomfortable to many people, but there is something important this tells us about hierarchy. Ultimately, it shows that hierarchy is unsympathetic to any of the boundaries society tries to place on power. They simply don’t apply. An Alpha father sees his faggot son as property first and foremost, even before the natural bond a father has with his son. Obviously your father cares about you, and likely it was that love that motivated him to claim you (in order to protect you). I know many people will not see what your father did as “loving”, but I think they’re missing the larger issue of power that guides the lives of all Alphas.

Brother, I’d love to feature your story here if you’re willing to share it. If not, I understand. I do appreciate your willingness to add your unique testimony to this growing and controversial side of the hierarchical movement.

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Faggots are born for pain. Alphas aren’t sympathetic to its cries of pain because they know it was born for this. So why do faggots willingly subject themselves to this pain? Because they MUST. Nature will always win. #HierarchyIsTruth

The pig pretending to be the President of the United States has been attacking Texas Senatorial candidate James Talarico now that he’s the front-runner for the seat in the November mid-term elections. The issue? REAL MANHOOD.

Of course, it’s laughable that Trump should even have an opinion on the topic of Manhood. The guy is a fat, spoiled pussy who has never done a single day of hard work in his privileged life. He’s scared of germs. He whines and bitches all damned day every damned day. He leaves work and true sacrifice to real Men, while he tries to capitalize on it. He’s stolen from countless people (including children!), he lies constantly, he’s thin-skinned and petty, and has less athletic ability than a moldering corpse. Oh, and he shits himself daily into adult diapers.

But because Trump is also stupid and not self-aware, he thinks high school taunts about Manhood will work against Talarico, a Man who believes in the example of inarguably history’s greatest Man, Jesus. But Talarico is smartly turning Trump’s moronic “insults” against him this way:

Talarico has bowel movements that could outwit Trump, and it’s likely that Trump won’t even understand Talarico’s devastating indictment of him because he has frontotemporal dementia in addition to being a dumbfuck.

But I think it’s important to make note of this argument for the sake of hierarchical standards. Talarico and Men like him represent Protector Alphas, inherently good Men who desire to lead with strength through conviction and a desire to help others. Trump represents Destroyer Alphas.

Too often Alphas and faggots alike fetishize the Destroyer Alphas because their cruelty reinforces stereotypes we carry. But these destructive types of Alphas are lost causes and ultimately fail. Yes, the good guys will win in the end. Go discover what good guys did to the Trump-like Nazis during World War II, and how those Nazis ended up shot dead in the dirt or swinging from nooses.

Food for thought.

I’ve never made it much of a secret that I absolutely adore Master Diesel Derrick from findom. I practically slobbered through the microphone when I video interviewed him several years ago.

Don’t know what it was about him. Part of it has to do with my love of black and mixed Alphas. Another big part involved the sexy way Master Derrick spat out the word “faggot” like it was venom.

Master Derrick left the scene, sadly, but he recently turned up in the video above. He’s a bit heavier these days, but no less lethal. M

Mmmm mmmm … I’d love to be his domestic!

This post is one restored from FWA and is part of the paid Master Nick channel here on the site.

Let’s be honest: sexual contact between Men is almost always aggressive and rough. The primal nature of Men – all violence and animal hunger – is often expressed sexually. But when a Man fucks a woman, her weaker state generally provides a check against the Beast raging within the Man; he must control himself around her in order to avoid harming her. 

But when a Man fucks another male, all stops are removed. The Man can fully express the entirety of his aggression and violence. The recipient of that aggression can often be overwhelmed, frightened, or hurt.

That power disparity is amplified exponentially within the Alpha/fag or Master/slave dynamic. Within that framework, the Alpha has all of the power, and the faggot has none. So whether the pair are exploring torture as a fetish or it’s simply a case of aggressive sex gone too far, the fact remains that the faggot is an object owned by the Alpha. 

And with ownership comes responsibility.

I say this to highlight something beautiful Master Nick did with Chin after he had to administer harsh discipline in the form of a belting. After an appropriate cooling-off period, Alpha Nick took Chin into his bedroom. There, on the bed, he held Chin tightly in his muscular arms while gently stroking Chin’s hair “just like you would do to a dog.” Alpha Nick repeatedly reassured Chin that he was “a good faggot” in soothing tones. 

This beautiful aftercare had the desired effect of rejuvenating Chin. If Chin had a tail like a dog, it would’ve been wagging happily after such tenderness and concern from his Master. That is the true power of aftercare.   

Good Alphas and Masters instinctively understand the need for this in a faggot’s life. Master Nick is a STRAIGHT MALE, yet he grasps the fundamental need for such care given that he owns these faggots. That is a quality only the most incredible Men on Earth appreciate and practice. 

Here are some ways aftercare can be administered:

PHYSICAL

• Holding each other
• Light touching, stroking
• Gentle massage
• Replenishing food and/or drink
• Loving sex

EMOTIONAL

• Discussions of feelings over what happened
• Expressions of care and devotion
• Uplifting music

As leaders, Kings, and gods, Men have a special responsibility – tend to the needs of the little ones, the weak and vulnerable possessions in their care. This is especially true of the faggots serving them. The faggot surrenders all of itself to the glory of their Owner and, like a faithful dog, seeks only its Master’s approval.

A wise Man uses aftercare to deepen the faggot’s devotion to service and give it the strength to continue to serve!