The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of Master Blake, a straight, 30-year-old Alpha who mostly just uses faggots for head since discovering their Hierarchical purpose three years ago. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the great surprises of the new-and-improved Hierarchy University Discord is how many truly straight and powerful Alphas reign there, and that they all confidently own/use faggots either on the side or full-time.
I use the word “surprise” only in reference to the fact that these great Alphas assembled there so quickly. It is, of course, no surprise to me that straight Alpha use faggots. After all, I’ve spent my life serving straight Alphas, and this entire website was founded on the premise that straight Alphas use faggots. And over ten years, this site has been the beacon of this hierarchical truth, chronicling so many detailed stories of these straight Masters that the site is constantly outgrowing its storage capacity. This site proves that about straight Alphas as established fact.
The latest example of this phenomenon is Master Blake. He’s a 30-year-old Alpha in California who is something of a late bloomer to the use of faggots. If I had to label Master Blake, I’d say he has more Destroyer Alpha tendencies at this point in his development, which is pretty normal for an Alpha getting into faggot usage later.
Note how he started at age 27:
I have always been so harsh and rough when I have sex. But its been difficult with girls. Everytime I would try to shut them up and slap them, they would not want it.
It was so frustrating. I would always fantasize being rough in bed with girls and even fags. The first fag found me on bumble, dating website. He wanted me to humiliate him and slap him. I of course immediately took this chance, and went over. He was a married fag, he didnt want me to tell anyone, which worked for me. Well then I beat him up real hard, which I had been holding in me for so long, i finally released this out of me. It felt incredible.
Beat him up and fucked him too of course. I just want to get my aggression out and relax you know and fags really help with that. So ever since I have been noticing faggots every where and trying to use them as much as I can.
Sadly, Master Blake was unable to take ownership of that faggot:
I could not (take ownership) because he didnt want it anymore, since his wife was about to find out about him. He contacted me many times but then ghosted me.
Since that first fag, Master Blake was hooked. He loves getting head from random faggots. I asked him about ownership of fags, and he admitted that he’d like to own a faggot as long as it was obedient and not a “bossy bottom” like so many Cali faggots.
I like my things getting done thats all. Blowjob everyday or every other day when I need it, pick up My groceries and getting my laundry done. But so far only blowjobs and groceries.
Master Blake really only has one hard rule: any faggot he owns will not live with him. He said he’d require the faggot move nearby so it can be there to provide the service he requires.
One significant change with Master Blake is the fact that he’s developed the Hierarchical “third eye” I discussed recently. Suddenly he sees faggots everywhere! But here’s the thing that makes Master Blake stand out among his Alpha peers: when he sees a faggot “in the wild” like that, he will use it right then!
In fact, before my interview with him two days ago Master Blake had gotten a blowjob from a wild faggot after his morning workout, and the story of how that happened is terrific:
After I worked out i left the gym , and this fag was in the lot staring at me because I took my shirt off i was sweating. And he stared at me with those faggity eyes I KNEW IT. I literally waved him over, thats it. He got in my car and i said you wanna suck dick huh?! And pushed him on my dick as I started driving around. He didnt even hesitate and I called him faggot the whole ride! It was so fun ahahah!
The fag ended up swallowing two loads directly from Master Blake’s 8-inch cock!
I asked Master Blake about faggots in chastity, and how he feels about seeing fags locked up:
I know they are in the right headspace. It makes me feel very powerful honestly. I feel like a God! It makes me cum faster!
Finally, I asked Master Blake if he had any advice for straight Alphas out there who are on the fence about using faggots:
Just fucking open a straight porn video on your phone and use faggots to get off!!! It’s so much easier!
I really enjoyed talking to Master Blake about a bunch of things. He’s clearly a direct, no-nonsense straight Alpha who knows exactly what he wants and has the body, the cock, and the dominant will to get it. He’s in the prime of his blessed Alpha life, pumped full of testosterone and adrenaline and balls constantly aching for release.
He’s every faggot’s dream straight Alpha, ripped right from their high school yearbook!
It should be interesting to see what happens as he continues to seek that first devoted faggot to satisfy all of his needs!
Sometimes Zack is a good boy and boyfriend, but as his owner, it’s my job to make sure he never forgets who he belongs to. Even when he behaves, that fear of disobeying me needs to stay alive. It’s what keeps him obedient, molded, and mine.
Yes, the ass is his, but it’s an ass that belongs to me. And I’ll paddle it anytime, any way, and anywhere I damn well choose.
Hi Sam, I hope you’re doing OK. Listen recently. I’m having a bit of a hard time. I’m trying to make my alpha relationship work, but we kinda ended on a fight and it was over him not wanting me to see my dad. Long story short my dad has terminal pancreatic cancer and he doesn’t have long to live and he’s been trying to control me to not go and see him And after several days of fighting I told Damien to go Pound sand he left and after I was done visiting my dad I got a text message from a friend saying that he caught Damien fucking some slut in the bathroom
what do I do? Do I forgive him or do I stand up for myself and tell him to get the fuck lost because this hurts Because I love him dearly, but he’s making me choose between him and my dying dad did I make the right call?
PS I saw that video You know the one of how the girl said she was gonna give that guy a blowjob and she started biting down with her teeth. I was just like are you stupid? You’re just showing him why He should dump your ass and go find the nearest fag and dump a load down his throat
Brother,
Thank you very much for writing!
First of all, I’m so sorry that you’re going through this awful moment with your father. I have yet to lose my parents (came close with Mom many years ago), so I cannot imagine what you’re going through. I hope your family can come together for support!
I must tell you I’m pretty disgusted by the selfish, pig-like behavior of your “Alpha”, Damien. Yeah, I put quotes around it because, while he may have been born Alpha, it’s clear he has no idea what that word actually means. Calling him Alpha denigrates the truly great Alphas in that fraternity who have done incredible feats of selfless courage and generous benevolence to benefit us all without anything for themselves. Our world is the astounding miracle it is because of great Alphas, and Damien doesn’t have the intelligence, depth, or imagination to even conceive of that let alone live up to it.
Please go be with your Dad and your family. They’ve been there long before Damien, and will be long after. Forget him. He’s not worthy of being served by you, my brother.
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a deep Master/faggot relationship between a faggot named Alberto and his straight childhood friend and Master Andre. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
My recent post about the Hierarchical purpose of bullying received a lot of feedback both on X and on the Hierarchy University Discord (why aren’t you in there? CLICK HERE and fix that!). In general, comments mostly supported what I was trying to say with it, and there were some great experiences relayed to me about personal experiences.
But the topic of bullying usually elicits a strong negative reaction from one group: Protector Alphas. These superheroes always align themselves against bullies, and typically take brutal action to correct bullying behaviors from their Destroyer Alpha counterparts. It’s just one of many ways that Protector Alphas groom the Hierarchy and keep it in acceptable order.
Fortunately for me, there are many Protector Alphas hovering over this site like guardian angels, and they’re always ready to chime in with needed guidance and correction.
One of the most impressive Protector Alphas around here is Master Andre, a completely straight Alpha who has finally taken complete ownership of his longtime best friend, a faggot named Alberto. Anyone who has been reading Master Andre’s story knows of the many times throughout their lifelong friendship that Master Andre protected Alberto from bully abuse.
So obviously, Master Andre would have a strong and important viewpoint on this topic:
Hi,
This is Andre again, Alberto’s friend and Master.
Since he did that sunflower tattoo, our life together has been great and I have been learning a lot about my responsibility as Alberto’s Alpha. Gay porn still does very little for me, but I am more and more interested in having sexual intimacy with him. And Alberto is also willing to embrace his feminine side, dressing up and wearing make up for me. I asked him to wear a wig as well and at first he was reluctant but when he did it he was absolutely gorgeous. I know he is not a trans woman and that’s okay, but having my femboy wearing a skirt, and offering his tight hole for me is the life I have always wanted. I am doing my best to improve as a Man while I make sure to train him as the perfect boy I know he can be.
But I wanted to share with you my thought about something else. You have recently published about bullying and how it may be an important experience for submissive boys. I don’t mean to disrespect your opinion or invalidate your feelings, but I would like to offer an alternative perspective. Don’t you think that being saved from bullies may also be a life-changing experience for such boys? I think about my own experience. When we were teenagers, Alberto suffered a lot in the hands of bullies, but once I learned about the verbal and physical violence he was suffering, I punched his bullies on their face and put him under my wing from that moment on. Every time my boy was afraid during high school he would run to hide behind me or call me to ask for advice. And now, many years later, I am here writing to you while he cooks our breakfast with a big smile on his face because I’ve already fed him a thick load when we woke up.
Perhaps you’re right about what you say… I am not gay and I know very little about this world. But I wanted to share with you and your audience that in such a violent world sometimes sub boys are also be shaped by protection and care, aren’t they?
Master Andre is 100% correct, of course. Protector Alphas rescuing faggots from the clutches of bullies has a PROFOUNDLY POSITIVE effect on the faggots. They are overwhelmed with gratitude for being saved, and that gratitude only deepens both their submission to their Alpha savior as well as their appreciation for the differences between Alphas and themselves. The closest parallel comes from The Bible: when Jesus would heal those born blind or afflicted by diseases, they would often repent, leave everything, and become his footstep followers. These ones would travel far and wide to tell of the miracles they experienced by his great, God-given power.
A rescued faggot is similarly changed. For example, the submission of the faggot, formerly tainted by selfish lust, is washed clean by gratitude and purified into genuine, unselfish devotion. The faggot more fully understands and appreciates its Alpha as being much more than a perfect body or a figurehead of dominance. Instead, the rescued faggot sees the highest ideals, values, and unshakeable power radiating from him as if he were a human supernova.
I used to feel that way about my Master Aaron. Even though he didn’t rescue me from bullies, he provided a safety and shelter as his personal faggot that caused me to just collapse at his feet in gratitude. Sparkles of joyful light seemed to beam from him. Either I was having a stroke, or I was in love with my Protector Alpha and Master ( turned out to be in love).
In Alberto’s case, he has seen his Master physically rescue him from violent bullies. He’s also seen his Master eliminate a girlfriend who was being abusive to him. How do you think Alberto feels every time Master Andre puts his dick inside him, and every time his Master feeds and breeds him? I can tell you right now how Alberto feels … he feels overwhelmingly grateful and humbled to his core for every last opportunity!
What an undeserved and precious privilege it is to be the owned and protected possession of a great and powerful Alpha! There is nothing more perfect for a faggot!
Imagine Master Andre’s satisfaction this morning as he watched his faggot preparing his breakfast after his faggot just emptied his balls like a good boy! Imagine Master Andre’s pride of ownership. He’s fought battles and WON in order to claim this adoring, faithful, hardworking faggot!
Through his Protector Alpha instincts and actions, Master Andre has been able to shape his former friend into his lifelong faggot!
I thank Master Andre for writing this wise piece, and for all of his encouragement! Like Alberto, I am humbled and grateful in his long, safe shadow!
I think most faggots have a story about being bullied. My first real bully in junior high and early high school was this really sadistic kid named Matt who hit me in the head almost every day for two years, used me for my homework, etc. Standard stuff.
Then around age 16 I met my first Alpha, a sexy rebel named Roger who bullied me for most of one year. He called me “faggot” constantly, wrestled me into submission holds, and degraded me in front of others for being puny.
And then one night in his mother’s basement he decided to push me to my knees and throat fuck me, and my life changed forever.
It took many years of serving straight Alphas (and occasionally being bullied by them) to really appreciate the Hierarchical purpose of bullying. While being bullied can be quite upsetting or even traumatic, it’s important to understand its function and importance among Men. It’s really summed up well in that meme I posted above.
But what is it teaching?
I had posted that meme on my social media, and one faggot brother was triggered enough by it to write about his own experiences with it.
Hey Sam, what’s up? I’ve been very busy lately, I can barely check Twitter these past few weeks, but that post of yours with a picture saying “it’s not bullying… It’s teaching” resonated SO HARD on me that I felt like I needed to find some spare time to write you this.
Looking back at our times at school makes us realize that statement is SO TRUE and, I don’t know about you, but I wish I had seen it this way back then. It would had save me a lot of turmoils in my head and made feel way less embarrassed by the things my bullies used to make me do.
I was a teenager, had just moved to a private school (I used to study in public schools up until then) and it was a very different crowd. You’d think that I’d face a harsher environment at a public school, but it was actually pretty chill, no crazy stuff, everyone getting along well… But at this private school it was a whole complete different scenario. I don’t know what it was: wealthier kids, different types of families they were in or that there was a bigger age gap among the students of my class – 2 to 3 years of difference is a huge thing when we’re at school.
But there were these two boys who were, I think, 2 years older than me. Mostly all of the boys in my class were very cocky, but these two were another level! I’ll never forget their names: Thiago and Douglas. I still remember their last names, actually. They were the leaders of the class, very attractive guys – Thiago was blonde and tall, Douglas was shorter and brunette but a bit bulkier than Thiago, who was more lean – the girls would fight for them and they would get whatever they wanted… And were pretty blunt about it. They were also very sexualized, so to speak. I bet they had already had sex, and I don’t know if it was a mix of their cockiness with the teenage hormones, but they would do crazy things like show their bulges in class, get up on the desk when a teacher wasn’t looking at us and put their pants down or call the attention to someone during class just to see the tent their boners made in their pants. They literally didn’t give a fuck. Yeah, they would get caught sometimes, but it never stopped them from doing those things.
I didn’t know I was a fag then. I didn’t know I was gay. I actually didn’t even know what “gay” was (I’m talking about early 2000’s, very little access to internet and porn just from magazines and old VHS tapes from my older straight brother). I realized I was different from them when I would jerk off and instead of thinking of me fucking a girl, it was Thiago or Douglas banging a girl. And then I’d think of them way more in those scenarios in my head to the point the girl in my fantasies would become just a small detail. I think that’s when I started to show more how I was sort of mesmerized by them and they eventually picked it up. All those playful displays of manhood they did started to get more and more targeted at me and they would laugh at my awkward responses.
The locker room after PE was TORTURE to me. I always tried to be the last one to get in there to change, and I remember one day I got to the locker room, took off my gym clothes, put them on a bench so I could change… but couldn’t find my uniform anywhere. There weren’t any actual lockers there, just cubby-holes where we would keep our regular uniforms. Thiago came out of a booth and took my gym clothes from the bench and ran out the locker room, leaving me there alone in my underwear. 10 minutes away from another class to start their PE class. I must have freaked out for a minute – that felt like an hour – when Douglas came in with my uniform in a bag asking if I had missed something. I asked for my clothes and he said he would only give them back to me if I did 20 jumping jacks – remember, I was in my underwear, and I’ve always been fat. I tried to negotiate but he was firm on his request and started walking out of the locker room with my clothes saying “the guys from the other class are gonna love finding you here like this, it’s up to you” and I said ok. I started doing the jumping jacks but he interrupted me and said that since I didn’t obey him at first I would have to chant “Douglas is my king” on every jumping jack. And so I did. And he laughed his ass off. He eventually gave me my uniform back and left the locker room saying “Thiago is gonna give back your gym clothes at dismissal… He’s gonna love hearing about this!”
Sam, that’s the day I became the official target of those two bullies. They never used me sexually all the way… It was mostly hand jobs (sometimes during class as I would write THEIR notes on THEIR notebooks with the other hand before I could do my notes – they would cover up all the action with a coat, a backpack or something on their laps) and occasional blowjobs here and there. I was so ashamed, Sam. But deep down I was enjoying all of this, I was just… Lost. It was embarrassing, but also good; it made me feel scared they would tell other guys (which they did) and I’d get a bad reputation (which I didn’t) so I’d do whatever demeaning thing they tell me… but I was also kinda liking that.
In retrospect it was some sort of training what they did to me. And that’s why that statement from that post is SO TRUE. If only I could talk to my younger self and say “don’t worry, don’t feel bad about it. They know what they’re doing. Just embrace it and you’ll be thankful later”… I still think about them from time to time. All the things that could had happened but didn’t because I was afraid/scared back then. But now I’m actually thankful for what they did. I wish I could thank them now for how they treated me at school.
This brother’s story is eloquently told and so full of heartache and longing, isn’t it?
He isolates the important aspect of bullying: it is used in not-so-subtle ways to establish Hierarchical order. Through bullying the Alpha boys quickly isolate the weaker and the submissive males, but that’s not enough. The bullying REINFORCES the status of these inferiors, so those bullied ones never question their place ever again.
As this brother confesses, the bullying not only works, but it also has deeper effects on those faggots who are bullied. Much like rape, bullied faggots develop a Stockholm Syndrome-like attachment to their bullies. I know I have that with Matt; I’d love to see him at a reunion and thank him for preparing me for a life of service to Men. Our brother feels the same about his bullies.
Like my position on rape, I’m not condoning bullying. Still, bullying is an essential tool that defines males at every level of Hierarchy. Armed with that understanding, we can move beyond any of our suffering and appreciate what it taught us about our own truth!
As a way to come to grips with my bully, I fished out one of my yearbooks and looked up Matt from eighth grade. Here he is:
I have been reading some of your stories on the website. Thank you for your contribution to the community.
I am cash faggot loser. I am currently serving a real straight alpha god. I love him so much. He is so hot, muscular, sexy and real straight alpha, But he is ruthless and demanding, and does not do any gay shit.
I read some of your stories, like some of the straight master got sucked off by their faggots. I found its kinda odd. My god does not like that at all, he thinks its gay shit. Not only that, he does not even allow me to see his dick, and be close to his private. I also wanted to sniff his farts, but he does not like my nose close to his ass, so i can only sniff from afar when I am in the same room with him. He does not even allow me to lick his barefoot, because he thinks faggot’s saliva is disgusting, but he allowed me to lick his shoes, and shoes only. Honestly, i kinda like it, because that proves he is a real straight. I feel myself so lucky. I pay him weekly, and work hard for him, he said its natural for me to pay him, i totally agree, I am his ATM loser servant.
He beats me hard, and I am allowed to eat his shit, piss, spit, sniff his feet, and he put me in chastity too. I ate his morning spit a lot before he brushed his teeth, its stinky, but the taste was so good, real alpha scent. he use belt to beat me, give me bruise, he said he will NEVER do any gay shit, just real straight alpha domination.
2 weeks ago, he trained me to sniff his shit in the toilet, he was so ruthless naturally, i love him so much.
So my question to you is should I just obey him, and do I am told, and not thinking about my needs? Like wanting to see his cock, sniff his armpits, and being closer to sniff his farts?
Or should I keep asking him about what I wanted? I tried in the past, it failed miserably, he said its NOT about what i want, its always about him. He wants my cash and total obedience.
Thanks,
LoserS
Thank you for your question, brother.
There’s something quite sad about your letter, and I’m not sure what I can say to help you. I think you’re pretty happy where you’re at even though this Alpha absolutely mistreats you and hurts you and is destroying your life.
Feeling love for an Alpha can make a faggot do all sorts of detrimental things to itself. That’s why I’ve always encouraged faggots to seek good Alphas who know how to build a solid foundation with them. Destroyer Alphas only understand pain and cruelty.
But I’m not sure that anything I say is going to change the perspective broken inside of you, brother. You feel like you deserve this treatment, which is why you crave his cruelty … it reinforces what you feel about yourself.
I truly hope this person doesn’t completely destroy you. Please be careful.
Some might object to the way this Alpha uses the faggot here, but real faggots and insightful Alphas know the truth: faggots need to be used like this.
Why? Because it’s very easy for a faggot to forget its proper place in relation to a Man, particularly when ownership is involved.
Firmness is necessary. Aggression is vital.
How an Alpha uses his faggot is just as important as the loads he pumps into it!
First of all thanks for the website. As a straight alpha, I love reading these real stories that make me understand more about my self and being superior. It concretizes how I have been feeling all these years amongst my friends and all of the faggots I have encountered with and fucked and used.
I have a girlfriend. We always go swim together. This time, she was busy and I went alone. And I met this fag, it is a fat, unattractive, older fag and as soon as I saw it look at me, I knew it was a real fag. I stood over it as it was in the pool and without me saying anything this fag started rubbing my feet in front of everyone! Fucking fag i said to his face. You want to serve right.? He nodded and gave me his phone number. Anyway, as time went by we went on talking and I told it to do my laundry. (Thats the thing I hate doing the most and as an alpha I don’t know why I have to do this. Fags should be doing it for me.) at first it resisted but then I convinced it that the only reason I talk to it was because i need service from it, like sucking me off when my girlfriend is not available and am angry and tired, and do my laundry. Those are what I need most of the time. It finally said yes and this went on for a while. I would text it every morning I was horny and go over to release my energy and cum.
The first encounter was pretty harsh. It needed to be really trained. This fag thought it could be boyfriends with me. I was like WTF DUDE, NO. I literally slapped it so much , im Not kidding, that he finally understood who I am and what it is. And he had no idea how to suck dick. I specifically gave it instructions every time how I liked it. It learned. And we did it many times. Sometimes 3 times each meet up. I am a very very very horny alpha, i have to cum at least 4 times a day. I told it that.
Then later though, it started bitching about the chores I gave it. Which was laundry and it making me cum 3 times a day. I got angry and told it that I cannot own it anymore because this is how it goes fag.!
this fag still texts me and i know it wants it but it doesnt want to fucking do what i tell it to do. It wants a relationship with me. And doesnt want to do my laundry and it gets tired of sucking my cock. But i ignored it and have not texted it back at all. You sam as a fag, what do you recommend I do with this old faggot? I think i need to find other fags who deserve my presence more. I know my head is in the right place. I know who I am. I think this fag really deserves a good beating. Not just getting slapped. I am a reserved alpha guy, i like my space alone, my gf even wants to move in and i said no. I want privacy. And a fag to suck me off every morning and lunch at least twice.
Sir, thank you very much for writing to me!
I’m actually mortified by the behavior of this faggot, Sir. I really have no words for its behavior.
There are myriad reasons why I started this site ten years ago, and one of them definitely was to provide instruction to faggots on how to properly serve and worship straight Alphas like you. I learned my lessons young, and as I continued to serve straight Alphas my appreciation for the privilege only grew deeper and stronger.
I don’t know how old you are and how old this faggot is, but I sense you are pretty young and this faggot is in its fifties (just based on its general stupidity regarding Hierarchy). Something I’ve noticed is that older faggots are often still suffering under the delusion that they are not faggots, but just some submissive bottom with some semblance of rights and worthy of respect. Many times they don’t even identify as faggots or acknowledge that such a condition actually exists even as they’re functioning as one!
It’s inexplicable to me, Sir. This site proves beyond any reasonable doubt that Hierarchy is true and that faggots exist to serve Alphas (hell, I think there is enough scientific data here to make Neil deGrasse Tyson a believer!). The fact that this faggot couldn’t see it and feel it even as you claimed it in the wild and took ownership of it just boggles my mind. I can only imagine all of the good faggots out there reading this and feeling infuriated that such a golden opportunity for service was wasted on such a stupid and pathetic queer! I know it pisses me off!
Frankly, I think you should dump the faggot, Sir. It’s not worth the attempt to train it, unless you’re really wanting to be frustrated to the point of beating it.
Sir, there are a lot of good young faggots you can claim just as you did this moron. You’re clearly confident enough to look at a faggot and command it to serve you right then and there. The scenario you described (owning a faggot to do domestic chores and suck you off four times a day) is absolutely possible TOMORROW for a true straight Alpha like you.
Why put off taking what you truly deserve, Sir? You’re in the prime of your Alphahood. You deserve to live your best life, one filled with endless worship and service! Go take it all, Sir!
The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steven. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I just published THIS STORY about how loved Giovanni feels as the personal faggot of a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo, so I thought this recent message from Tyler might be the perfect bookend to that. Odd how these things go sometimes, isn’t it?
You might remember Tyler being essentially rescued from the cruel hands of a Destroyer Alpha named Adam by his current Master, Steven. Master Steven’s brave stance against Adam in order to save Tyler was inspirational and worthy of accolades. It’s just the way any true Protector Alpha would react.
But faggot psychology can be quite complicated. Very often faggots seek the wrong thing, plagued by deep feelings of unworthiness and self-loathing that craves to be reinforced by the cruelty of hateful Men. Time and time again I’ve seen faggots immolate themselves in the flame they couldn’t resist flying into despite my warnings. This often results in broken hearts, and broken lives.
Notice how even now, as Tyler enjoys a favored place at the feet of his great Master Steven, his defective faggot heart is craving abuse:
Hey Sam,
This is Tyler again. We talked a while ago about my Master Steven. He really saved me and I’m forever grateful for the way he rescued me. He’s also paying for my therapy and it’s been good for my self knowing. But one of the things I learned in therapy is that I have a need for degradation. That’s why I kept going back to Adam no matter how much he hurt me. I still have urges to serve me, but every time I feel it, I focus on serving Steven as my one and only Master.
My question is: Steven is a great Alpha and any fag would be happy with him, but he is a real gentleman. He speaks several languages, he’s really knowledgeable, well-succeeded in his career, and a wonderful man. But he treats me like a princess, he even buys me gifts from time to time. A few days ago he bought me a gorgeous pair of earrings, and I loved them. But it’s such a turn off… he takes care of me, protects me, wants to see me improving in my career and life, he became a real mentor and Master for me. But I have this urge to be treated like trash, like a pathetic worthless fag, just a cumdump and nothing more. He does fuck me well and treats me like a fag in bed, and I serve him domestically, but he treats me too well… he controls me but always to lift me up, and I miss a Man who curses me, spits on my face for no reason, I don’t know how to navigate this because he is a really good Man.
Should I ask him to be a little more brutal with me?
What a mess!
My sympathy goes to Master Steven. He’s truly showing his faggot the kindness and care that many Men wouldn’t dare to show, and his faggot doesn’t want any of it. It’s like a homeless person who begs for food on the street despising the food he’s given because it’s too rich or too sweet. It makes no sense.
I feel sorry for Tyler, too. Clearly, he’s broken in some way that may not ever be fixed. I just wish that faggots who find themselves in remarkably nurturing situations could just find peace and joy serving the Men caring for them. Master Steven is one of the best Alphas out there, and he deserves respect, worship, and adoration for being the Man he is … not this kind of emotional betrayal.
I think Tyler should kneel and confess these feelings to his Master. It’s not going to be an easy conversation (probably more than a little embarrassing), but Master Steven deserves at least an opportunity to respond. Perhaps he has a solution to this, but who knows?
But if he can figure out the solution to why faggots seek self-destruction, I’d love to hear it!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe and his ownership of his best friend’s faggot brother. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’ve never seen a picture of Master Joe, but from his writing style and attitude I’d say Master Joe is that prototypical all American fratboy. He’s like a playful, confident lion; immensely powerful, but in no dire need to exert that power. And when he does utilize that power, he does so in disarmingly fun ways.
I do believe that owning a faggot is helping Master Joe refocus that playful energy into something more thoughtful. At first, owning that faggot (the brother of his best friend/chief rival) was a bit of jocular one-upsmanship. However, as time has gone on and his ownership over the faggot has deepened, Master Joe is starting to also deepen his understanding of the faggot mind and what it needs.
Take, for example, this very recent thought Master Joe had:
Hey fag Sam, this is Master Joe! Happy, healthy, and breeding holes as always
I had a conversation with my fag bf last night and I want your opinion about it. He was telling me that it’s much easier to take my cock now because he’s used to the shape and the size, then I asked if it still hurts him. I have no idea of how it feels because I have never bottomed, but I thought that after a while it would not hurt at all. However, my fag said that taking a cock always hurts a little bit, just a little bit, even when the pussy is properly trained. And then I realized that this is not a problem. In fact, I think that it’s important that the fag feel a little bit of pain. I think of myself working out. After a hard training, I like to feel my muscles hurt, it makes me feel that I am growing stronger. Likewise, when a fag takes a hard cock and his hole hurts afterwards I think it’s a good way to make the boy remind of who he is. What is the point of serving a superior man if it doesn’t involve some sacrifice?
I am not saying that fags deserve to suffer, I take care of my fag and love him. I think real men should never hurt girls or fags in bed, but causing this little discomfort in their stretched pussy is important for his training. Does that make sense?
I really want to become a better Alpha and embrace my role more and more everyday.
See how faggot ownership is altering Master Joe’s perspective? He’s starting to consider not only his needs, but also what’s best for the faggot he owns. This maturity is also leading him to consider his own Alphahood and how he can more fully embrace that lofty promise.
In regards to Master Joe’s specific thoughts, I say the following:
Master, it’s always so wonderful to hear from you! Thank you for writing in!
This is a very keen observation on your part, one that deserves more scrutiny and consideration by all, not just faggots. Yes indeed, some pain is definitely part of a faggot’s life. As you noted, pain is actually a beneficial part of a faggot’s life, because that pain shapes the faggot’s mind and its sense of self and purpose.
You’ll never know the pain involved in having a big Alpha cock violating your holes (yes, let’s not forget the pain of being throat fucked!), but it’s never easy to take if the faggot is maintaining its pussy muscles and not abusing them to the point of prolapse. You Alphas want a tight, snug hole to fuck, but the trade-off is pain on the part of the faggot.
But here’s the key: that pain is pleasure for faggots! When an Alpha is entering us and it hurts, we are deriving pleasure from that pain EMOTIONALLY. We know we are pleasing our Alpha, and that emotional pleasure (or, more properly, hierarchical pleasure) sends endorphins flooding into our bloodstream from the excitement of being used properly. The harder and more intensely we are fucked, the greater the endorphin rush.
The intensity of this pain/pleasure crucible while being fucked is so great that, if and when an Alpha cunts us, the unexpected explosion of that feeling becomes overwhelming. That’s why cunting is such a startling and unforgettable experience for faggots, and why cunted faggots are essentially owned for life by the Alpha who cunted it.
And Master, as you said in your letter, that pain trains the faggot to always remember what it is. Like an invisible chastity cage, the throbbing ache of a well-fucked hole constantly reminds the faggot of its Master and its purpose. So pain isn’t a bad thing for faggots. In fact, I think it’s a good and natural part of our place in hierarchy! Thank you, Master!
That explanation was a bit more intense than I initially intended, but I really like it! I think I might use it as the core of a larger examination on the site! Or maybe a podcast episode!
But you see why I love Master Joe so much, right? He’s an amazing Alpha and Master, and his little faggot is lucky to have him hurting it every night!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m often shocked by how disrespectful some faggots are with their Masters. I remember being particularly incensed with Chin when he would repeatedly disrespect and disobey Master Jin (especially considering the life Master Jin provided for him). It simply makes no sense. If an ALPHA chooses a faggot to be his personal property, that faggot should be endlessly grateful, not self-righteous.
That deep respect we faggots should have for Alphas also extends to an Alpha’s Pack as well. Typically an Alpha Pack is made up of an Alpha’s close Alpha friends, but it can also be simply those close to an Alpha. An Alpha considers these people to be an extension of himself, so a faggot should do the same.
Like I said, I find it hard to imagine any faggot showing disrespect to an Alpha, but I really find it hard to understand a faggot showing Master Jase such disrespect. Seriously? He regularly (like, daily?) destroys males twice his size. He has unparalleled aggression and gym-honed strength. Even if a faggot could match his physical strength, it lacks the internal components Master Jase was born with that makes him one of the most fearsome predators on Earth.
You’d have a better chance of survival while disrespecting a bull … or a T-Rex.
Nevertheless, some fags have a death wish, and Master Jase has provided us with a great example. Listen to his account:
I think you’d be interested in this past weekend’s punishment-training of a fag who doesn’t know his place. I mentioned a few days ago that I had a roided up fag choking on my cock as I messaged you. While his weekend-long punishment may have ended, breaking his will and his submission is only starting. His name for now is mutt. You know I attach importance to titles. Sluts are above fags, fags are above mutts.
To keep a long story short, the now roided fag disrespected not only one of my social circle friends, but also chose to insult me. I had a night out with my social circle, and he confronted one of my social circle friends in such an arrogant, demeaning, cocky and entitled way that he had all my instincts pulsing to be released.
I had him grabbed by his collar and pinning him against a wall, ordering him to apologise. He does so, but then sealed his fate by demanding I let him go, referring to me as “this kung fu chink”.
You can imagine how it ended for him. I had his face slammed into the carpet and pinned, grinding it with a barely leashed alpha fury. I easily dragged him down to a car where one of my friends, who has served me before, drove me home. I had him, a man twice my size ripped with my muscle, meekly kneeling on the back-seat while I had a hand fisted in his hair the whole time.
I told him to cancel all his plans. I took his phone and slapped and punched his face around for good measure. As we got closer to my place, I told the fag that I was going to teach it good manners and behaviours, and I was going to beat it into him. “You’re about to learn your place as dirt barely worthy to touch my feet.”
He learnt swiftly that despite the size difference, I outpowered him. I choked and punched him til he almost lost breath. I kicked him as he weakly rolled underneath me. I pressed his head down into the floor with my foot as I tore his expensive clothes off. I punched him more. I took pleasure in inflicting hard, brutal, alpha violence on his hard, muscled body.
The thrill of manhandling and subdueing a strong built man into a overpowered muscle fag never gets old. Nothing gets my blood pumping and my cock harder than physically dominating a larger hunk. Nothing says owned and conquered like the now naked fag weakly crawling on the ground towards my feet, beaten and red, and I’m standing over him, dressed to impress, my muscles pumped from overpowering him.
I let my in-house slut watch as both entertainment and reward. He knelt nearby, captivated by my every move, and I knew he was hungry and waiting to serve and obey my next command for him. But I was far from done with the pathetic mutt.
I planted my boots against his face and made him kiss and lick them. I freed my giant straining cock from my pants, and let it bounce out and loom over the mutt like a battering ram. I could barely see the pathetic fag worshipping my boots under my massively pumped and thick cock.
My pre pooled on the back of his head, but when he tried to look up, I stamped on his head, pinning it to the ground. He obediently went back to worshiping my boots. When I finally gave him permission to look up…well. Fag, you of all people will no doubt have understood the absolute look of awe, fear, terror and wonder washed over his face upon seeing my monster cock looming over him.
I let my cock sway over the fag’s face for some time, before commanding him to tell me what he sees. “It’s so fucking big. You have such glorious balls and dick,” the fag began babbled, and I could hear him instinctively sniff in my scent. I could see his eyes transfixed on the slight flexing of my cock above him.
I gripped him again by his hair and slapped my cock across his face, letting him feel its immense weight and heat. I told him that my god cock will break him. I will use him. I will own him. “But you’re worthless right now, FAG. You need to earn the right to beg to serve me and my cock.”
I kicked him away, and he still was spellbound to my cock swinging out of my pants as he collapsed. I beckoned to my in-house slut and told him to make me comfortable. Being the good trained slut bitch he was, he began to undress and worship me at the same time.
The fag stayed on the ground and watched as my slut slowly pulled my boots and pants off, kissed my feet and snuggled against my legs. He continually thanked me as he made love to my pumped and strong muscles as he got my shirt off and kissed my pecs. Not once did he touch my cock or balls. He knew he didn’t get permission, so he worshipped everything else he could, including my pits. He put on a good show for the mutt.
Now naked, I made the mutt crawl towards me and sniff and lick my bare feet. Gripped him by the hair and made him look and smell at my cock. The fag made a mistake of trying to lick my cock from the overwhelming musk coming from it. I threw him down and punished his face and body, and told him to do it again. One more mistake and I would throw him out.
I held him under my cock for a long time until his face was smeared and dripping in my pre, and his eyes were completely dilated and dazed. I let go of him and the mutt collapsed to the ground, breathless and barely conscious. So fucking pathetic.
I pulled him back up and crushed his face under my huge cock. Made him stroke my cock with both of his hands. Made him cup and grope my balls. Made him sniff the overpowering scent of my manhood. Had him slowly go to kissing, and then made him hold his tongue out as I dragged my cock up and down, letting him taste my full length.
Finally I stuck my cockhead in his mouth. Told him to open wider, and bent his head back as I let the immense weight of my giant cock push its way in the fag’s mouth. I watched as his lips got taut, and his eyes began to tear up, and his jaws to widen even more. The faggot mutt could barely take in just my cockhead. Yet like all fags when they taste an alpha’s cock, he was instinctively adjusting to take more. His tongue was working, his throat was clenching, and I kept pushing.
By the end of the first couple hours, he had taken an additional couple inches of my cock and I felt my cockhead press against the back of his throat. More than half my cock was still outside his mouth. I made him stroke the remaining of my cock. Told him to taste. Told him to swallow my pre. I would pull out and slap his face around with both my hand and cock while he gasped for air before I pushed my cock back into his mouth. Force him until he was almost breathless before repeating it all again.
I hadn’t cum at all. You can imagine how throbbingly angry my cock was. My in-house slut had waited all this time, obedient and ready. I told the mutt to lower his head, all the way until his head touched the ground, and made him stay that way while I picked up my slut, slipped out his butt-plug and I pumped my cock into his ready muscled cunt. I made sure to fuck him loud and hard, so the mutt could hear every thrust and every slap. My slut cried and moaned and thanked me as I fucked him all over the room while the mutt remained kneeling and head to the ground. My slut had five assgasms in the one and a half hours I power-fucked him for.
I made the mutt look up as I got closer to breeding my slut. The fag watched as I suspended my slut above him and slammed him up and down my massive cock. I told him to watch what he craved, but needed to earn. I bred my slut so deep and so full that he was overfilling; I felt my cum spurting out his tight abused cunt ring around my cock and freely running down my thighs.
I pulled out my cock and the mutt moaned so loudly at the sight. I didn’t care, I flipped my slut so I could slide my cock in and out of his open mouth to clean it off cum and pre. Put him down and advanced on the mutt still kneeling. “Look at my cock,” I told the mutt. “You don’t deserve to clean it. You don’t deserve to receive my seed.” I walked and shoved my cockhead into the mutt’s head, making him choke. “You only deserve to taste it.”
This repeated throughout that night and the next day. I would command the mutt constantly. I would wrestle him, pin him, beat his body, then make him worship my pumped muscles. I left for a workout and commanded my in-house slut to wash the mutt. I came home to a clean and kneeling fag, and I shoved his face into my sweaty crotch to lick and sniff. I would tell him to glove up and fight in my home-gym ring, and when he inevitably lost to my overwhelming strength, I would use his body as a living heavy bag and between rounds, drill his mouth wide open.
I gave my in-house slut permission to use the mutt as well. My slut is a pre-alpha in training, so on occasion, I allow him to use what he’s learnt from me. While I pounded another fag in my room, I could hear him instructing the mutt on how to suck his cock. He would report back while worshiping my body and cock about the mutt’s progress. My slut has gotten very good at using his own dominance against inferior fags, using many of my techniques that I have used on him.
On Sunday morning, I painted the mutt’s face with pre, streaking his hair and cheeks in it, and made it tell me if it remembers what it did wrong on Friday. He began crying and pleading, saying he was so sorry for his rudeness, that knew his place now. “Please let me be your fag,” he begged hoarsely. His throat must have been so sore and rough, but he still begged. I pushed my cock against his lips, asked him to show me how much he wanted to be owned. He worshiped my cock and balls like his last meal.
As a final reward, I gripped his head and skull-fucked him for the first time. Letting him feel the same power in my thrusting cock as my punches. All the time, I told him that he will always be nothing but a fag to serve my needs. That he would serve me, but be broken and used how I wanted him to. He could still barely take half my cock in his mouth and throat. He gagged and flailed and cried and drooled, but he had never looked better.
I pulled out and just looked down at him as he heaved and panted. His built body red from days of hard punishment, his lips swollen and some splits, his eyes puffed, his chin soaked in spit and pre and his eyes disfocused. His face was utterly ruined. I turned away and told my slut to take him home, but told the faggot mutt that I would train his cunt the next time.
The dirty-talk was ongoing, fag. Very early on, I told the mutt, “Your only response from now is ‘Yes, Sir’.” He obeyed. While he worshipped my feet and cock, I gave a lot of one-word commands. They are powerful. “Crawl.” “Yes, Sir.” He crawled towards me, his eyes still locked onto me. I raised a foot and pressed it into his face. “Sniff.” “Yes, Sir.” He took deep inhales, taking in the strong scent of my feet. “Lick.” “Yes, Sir.” He slurped and licked over the base and even began to suck on my toes. I then shoved my foot on the back of his head and pinned his face to the ground. “Thank me.” “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” was his muffled groaning reply. When it came to my cock laying on top of his face. “Sniff”. “Kiss.” “Look.” “Keep your tongue out.” Such simple commands yet so powerful when I say it. When I started to put my cock in his mouth. “Open.” “Wider.” “Taste.” I can’t remember all that I said or commanded, but that is just a taster.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve had to punish-train a mutt like this, faggot Sam. It’s a thrill, a reminder that I rule over other men, especially ones so cocky and entitled. That a huge muscled man twice my size and weight is but another demolished ragdoll in front of my superior strength and dominance.
Can you even believe this faggot called Master Jase a “kung-fu chink” to his face?? When I read that, I felt my blood pressure rise. I’m surprised Master Jase didn’t just end the fag’s life right then!
I think it goes without saying that this faggot deserved every bit of the punishment it received.
I’m on record as advocating that Alphas should not physically punish a fag when it misbehaves (because many faggots get off on the abuse). Of course, I would never presume to tell Master Jase how he should train his faggots. He definitely knows what he’s doing!
The extended weekend torture sequence Master Jase described above might not have been as effective without the call/response part when Master Jase was retraining its mind with his boot on its face. I can’t emphasize this enough. Alpha Masters must get inside the MINDS of their faggots through effective training, not violence. A faggot can handle a lot of physical abuse, but it’s the possible loss of access and privileges that really drive it.
But Master Jase is an exceptional Owner of faggots, so he knew exactly how to break this faggot of its disrespect.
Once more I implore my faggot brothers to humble yourselves and treat every aspect of your Master’s life – including his Pack – with the utmost respect and care!
The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steven. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s not easy to live honestly as a faggot. We are generally despised, sometimes thoughtlessly used, and more often brutally abused. We are inferior and weak, which makes us easy targets for Destroyer Alphas.
Thankfully, there are Protector Alphas out there with the wisdom, authority, and power to defend and rescue good faggots from ruin.
Protector Alphas like Master Steven.
My brother Tyler has been very honest about his terrifying service to a Destroyer Alpha named Master Adam, and how the abuse he suffered messed with his head and caused him to betray Master Steven. The struggle was so great that it even moved Master Roger to write a lengthy discussion in support of Tyler here.
I sympathized with Tyler’s struggle. I find myself even now yearning to be used again by my rapist, and that was more than 20 years ago! How could I ever fault Tyler for being drawn back to Master Adam’s abusive dominance?
This weakness in Tyler was recently put to the test, but this time notice the right choice Tyler made!
Hello Sam, this is Tyler again, things are getting better here thanks to Steven and thanks to your help as well.
I’ve been living with him and doing my best to obey Steven. He really saved my life from Adam’s violence. After I moved, Adam kept calling me every single day multiple times a day. At first I wasn’t answering him, but when I finally did, he said something like “both you and I know that you belong to me and you’ll be begging for my cock again”. It was so hard to talk to him Sam, the way he controls me is so weird. Being rational, I know that I should never let him touch me again, he treats me like a piece of shit and doesn’t care at all about my feelings. But there is something inside of me that keeps telling me to kneel and obey Adam, no matter how much he hurts me.
I realized that, if I kept trying to manage this by myself, I would fall into this trap again. So I went to Steven, crying and in despair, and was completely honest with him. I told him that Adam had been calling me everyday multiple times a day. Omg Sam, I was so afraid of his reaction, but my wonderful Master just put me in his arms, kissed my forehead and my cheeks, told me that nothing would ever hurt me again and asked if I trusted him. I told that I trusted him more than anyone else, but I did not trust myself and the urges that I have to serve Adam. I can tell that Steven was offended when I told him that I still had urges to serve my former Master, but he showed me once again how a great Man, a true Alpha, behaves in this sort of situations. He told me that the next time Adam called me I must hand the phone to him. I did not think that would be a good idea because Adam can get very aggressive, but I just accepted.
Adam called me again a few hours later, I was in Steven’s arms watching a movie with him. He told me to stay quiet and let him do it. I was afraid of what Adam would do, but I gave him the phone and Steven said hello, putting the phone on speaker for me to hear as well. Adam noticed the different voice and asked if that was Tyler’s phone. Steve, with a firm and powerful voice, said something like that:
“you know it is, and you know you should not be calling him.” Adam remained silent at first, but then he answered that he wanted to talk to me. Steven then said “Tyler will not talk to you and you will not call him again. You have already given me enough work fixing all the damage you caused to him. Tyler is my boy, and no man touches him anymore, especially someone so mean and selfish like you. I’ve met hundreds of guys like you in the past. You think you are beyond good and bad because you’re rich, young, and hot. But let me tell you something, you’re not a Man, you pretend to me a Man, but you’re just a coward, a weak pathetic creature that tries to compensate your frustration causing harm to sweet boys like Tyler. You will never understand the joy of having boys who truly admire and love you. I know you fuck many of them, probably even more than I do, but my boys love and respect me. Yours are afraid, they’re addicted to danger and pain thanks to cruel Men like you. I am being polite with you, although you do not deserve it. If you ever call Tyler again, you will have bigger problems than just being scolded on the phone.”
Omg Sam, I was looking up at Steve while he was on the phone and at that moment I could only think about sucking his dick forever. What a powerful and wonderful Man he is. Adam did not answer, he just hung up the phone and never called me again. Steve told me to block him on all social media. After it was all over, Steve put me back in his arms and said “I did my part as your Man, I will always protect you as long as you behave well. Now you need to do yours. If you ever serve Adam again, I will not give you any more chances. If you do let your urges take over your common sense, I will let him do whatever he wants with you, because you deserve each other. Is that clear?” I said “yes sir, I’m so sorry.” But Steven treated me very well, kissed me again and said that I’m a sweet boy who deserves to be loved.
I asked permission to kiss his balls and worship his dick and he said yes. It took less than 2 minutes licking his big balls to make his hard, so I gave him a really nice head, letting him fuck my throat as much as he wanted. While he thrusted in my mouth he kept repeating “that’s the only dick you must serve, enjoy the taste, enjoy my balls, you’re my boy, and only mine” I tried to say “yes sir” but his cock was so deep in my throat that I could not pronounce any words. I just stayed focused on giving him as much pleasure as possible. After around 10 minutes, he simply said “now you swallow it”, and for sure I did. I took his load, every single drop, looked up at him and said “thank you very much”. He hates kissing my mouth when it tastes like cum, so he kissed my forehead and said “you’re my good boy”
Since then, my life has been fully committed to serve Steven and trying hard to forget Adam. It feels like getting rid of a drug. I have no words to describe how grateful I am for having Steve with me, a true Man who understands my weakness and did not give up on me when I betrayed him. He still wants a 3some with another fag and I haven’t given him what he wants yet. But I’m doing my best to find a good boy, sexy and obedient as my Man deserves.
I’m so proud of my brother Tyler for making a critical change in how he handles the feelings he occasionally has for Master Adam. Rather than keeping his desires a secret and eventually succumbing to them, he instead went and confessed them to his real Master, Steven! This was the EXACT right move!
And give credit to Master Steven for feeling sympathy for his faggot’s struggles and then standing up against this bully Alpha terrorizing him! That confrontation with Master Adam was dramatic and bold, and the kind of showdown that only Alphas can do.
Then notice how Master Steven comforted Tyler after the confrontation, not with sex, but with tenderness. Likely Master Steven realized that Tyler’s natural impulse would be to worship him, but he allowed his faggot the space to express that desire from his heart.
That made the feeding even more powerful!
What a dramatic demonstration of true Protector Alphahood and what these greatest of Men accomplish in the defense of righteousness!
I just hope my baby brother Tyler can now rest easy, comforted by the power of his true Master, Steven! Never stray again!
I have an alpha that I’ve had for awhile, we don’t live together but I come by his place often. I do chores for him, and of course I service him. Though he is a caring dom, he is becoming very strict, which I have no problem with. If I am not up to his standards, he will punish me- sometimes with spankings, sometimes he will intentionally make a mess for me to clean up. It is more frequent when he is in a bad mood.
The weird part is that I always enjoy when he is like this. I really enjoy being humiliated, and I like the discipline. It makes me a better faggot for him- I don’t want to slack off. It’s never abusive or physically harmful, he is just in charge and I feel like he has the right to. Is it common for fags to enjoy this? And why do fags enjoy this? I think his raw, angry, masculine energy being taken out on me (and my holes) just brings me a level of satisfaction that is hard to describe. Not sure if this is controversial or that if some fags do not enjoy this.
Thank you for the question, brother!
Congratulations on finding a Master who seems to be hitting all of the right buttons with you! You don’t sound unhappy at all about his more aggressive moments, but more curious as to why it is pleasurable to you. (Hopefully I’m reading that right!)
Let me preface my answer this way: while faggots are a natural part of our world, we are undoubtedly broken creatures. We know our imperfections and inferiority well. We feel it deep within ourselves, this worthlessness and shame.
We are often overlooked hierarchically by Men unless we have something to offer them, reinforcing those feelings of being nothing.
When Alphas treat us in abusive or demeaning ways, we recognize their abuse as “what we deserve”, but it’s even deeper than that. When Alphas abuse us verbally or physically, we feel finally “seen” by them. We have a purpose, and having purpose is deeply satisfying to anyone.
Some of this is closely related to Stockholm Syndrome, but I do think there are compelling variations from that classic explanation of abuse attraction. Faggots are poorly understood by modern psychiatry (if they’re acknowledged at all), so there’s very little specific knowledge to reference.
But having been a faggot my entire life, I feel my explanation above is as close to correct as I’ve ever seen. If anyone else has something to add, please do so in the comments.
Thank you for such an important question, brother!
The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since I last heard from Tyler, the faggot of a great Protector Alpha named Steve. If you’ve been keeping track of Tyler’s story, you’ll remember that he fell prey to a cruel Destroyer Alpha named Adam behind Master Steve’s back, and Master Adam threatened to really destroy Tyler’s life if he didn’t give up everything and serve him exclusively.
In my last post (6/23/25) I advised Tyler to get away from Master Adam and throw himself on the mercy of Master Steve for protection and guidance. Obviously, Tyler didn’t exactly run to confess these things to Master Steve right away given that weeks have passed since then (ugh), but whatever.
Then tonight I received an update with the title “Doubts” and a panicked Tyler relating what happened when he finally came clean to his Master. He wrote this:
Hi brother, This is Tyler again, from Amsterdam. I need your help again, Sam. I’ve been through a lot with Steven and Adam. Following your advise, I did what was right and opened my heart to Steven. I apologized for my lies and begged for his mercy. I told him that I needed him to take care of me because I will not be able to leave Adam by myself. Without a man like him to hold me, I know that I will end up in Adam’s bedroom again, and he’ll be laughing while I am in pain.
Steven was not happy at all when I told him that I’ve been serving another man and lying to him. But he hugged me and said that there was no reason to cry. His reaction was very unexpected for me because I thought he would have a long and thoughtful conversation as he always does, but instead he grabbed my ass with his big hand and whispered in my ear “so how many dicks do you need to be satisfied?”
I felt so embarrassed and so ashamed. I could feel in his voice how disappointed and upset he was. I cried more, putting my face on his chest and said that I was sorry. He cleaned the tears in my face and kissed my lips and said “that’s okay, baby” but his hand was still holding my ass really firmly. After kissing me a little more and calming me down, he said “I want you” and put my hand on his hard dick. I didn’t think twice and got down on my knees, trying to show how sorry I was.
It was a weird feeling because I was holding my tears with his hard cock in my mouth. He was nothing like Adam’s violence and aggression, but he wasn’t so gentle either. I could feel he was disappointed and wanted to punish me, because I tried to hold his dick twice and keep sucking the tip of his cock and he took my hands off from his cock and face fucked me balls deep, covering his cock and my mouth with my spit.
He did the same thing with my ass. He took all my clothes off, put my ass up, and entered my hole roughly. I knew I was wrong, so I was willing to take whatever he wanted me to take. And Sam, at that point I saw how offended he was with my lies because he usually fucks kissing my neck and asking if I could take it or not. But this time he held my neck and was basically yelling at me “damn it, you’re my boy!! MY BOY!!” And he banged my ass harder and harder, repeating “my boy” loudly, he spanked my ass with his cock inside my hole, which he had never done before. And he didn’t change the position either. He usually likes to start with me in doggy style, but I usually ride him and he finished in missionary style. But this time he held my hair with his right hand, choked me with his left hand, and fucked me only doggy with my ass up. During the whole fuck, he never stopped repeating “you’re my boy” loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
I know that my God Alpha Steven would never hurt me or abuse me like Adam does. Adam loves to see my pain just for his pleasure and entertainment. Steven is very different, he got rough because he was genuinely disappointed with me. He invested so much time, energy, and love in me while I was getting fucked by Adam like a worthless slut, a whore unable to show loyalty.
And I admit that I was enjoying his rough fuck. He unleashed the beast on me to punish me for my behavior but at all times he was using me in a respectful way, his dick was banging me brutally but he didn’t want to hurt me just for the sake of my pain. He was teaching me a lesson and I am grateful for that. After many thrusts, he said once again that I was his boy and said “now you’re gonna take my load, only I can cum in his pussy”. He came so deep, I could feel his big balls touching mine and he pulled my shoulders going as deep as possible to make sure him seed would be inside my guts. It was warm and thick, I could feel his cum touching my internal organs.
When he finished, I thought he would leave me there on the couch, with his cum leaking from my pussy. But he held in his arms without saying a word, his left arm holding my head and his right arm holding my legs. He walked to the bathroom with me in his arms and I could feel drops of his big load coming from my hole and leaking on the floor. I tried to keep my hole closed so I wouldn’t lose his seed, but my hole was gaping, I had no control over it anymore.
In the bathroom, he turned the shower on put me under the water and washed me with his own hands. We were both very sweaty, he put soap on his hands, and rubbed my whole body… chest, stomach, armpits, neck, arms, legs, and when he put his hands on my ass, he opened my ass with his firm hands and touched my gaping hole. It was very sore, but he touched my pussy very gently, cleaning my hole and making sure I was okay. He kissed me while his finger was playing with my hole cleaning inside of it. Then he finally said something and asked me “do you wanna be mine or not?” I said “yes Sir, I’m so sorry for being a stupid fag” He kissed my forehead and just answered “so from now on no other man touches this hole”
He took a towel and dried me out with his owns hands too. He rubbed the towel on my face, chest, arms, and legs. He took a clean underwear and gave it to me. He said “go to my bedroom and wait for me”. Then, after bathing me, he took his shower and came back to the room naked, with his dick rock hard again. He said “no worries, I know your ass can’t take it again.” I told him that I could suck him and swallow his load but instead, for some reason, he put me on my knees and didn’t allow me to suck. He jerked off in front of me and told me to put my tongue out. Then he shot his load all on my face, and with his fingers he put his cum on my tongue, and I swallowed every drop.
He laid down in bed, and put me on his chest. He asked “did I hurt you?” I said “no Sir” then he asked again “have I ever hurt you?” And I said again “no sir”. Then he finally asked “so why did you go around looking for another dick? Why did you lie to me and submitted to a man who wants to see you in pain?” I remained silent, feeling really ashamed. But my God Master said “you don’t need to answer me baby boy, I just want you to think about what you did. Do you wanna go home or sleep here in my arms?”
I told him that I wanted to sleep with him and apologized again. He kissed me again and said that, if I wanted to be his boy, I needed to change my behavior. I told him that I was willing to do whatever he wanted me to do, and asked what his conditions were. He was straightforward and didn’t think twice and said his non-negotiable conditions:
1) I must stop talking to Adam immediately and don’t allow any other man touch me; 2) I must see a therapist to understand my feelings better and try to resolve my urge to look for Destroyer Alphas whenever I get drunk or feel fragile; 3) I have 1 week to move in and live with him in his house, sleeping in his arms every night; 4) He has never had a threesome and really wants to try it. So his last condition is bringing another faggot willing to give him a double blowjob by my side and then putting his ass up for him to fuck two pussies at the same time.
Everything happened last night… now it’s 5 a.m., Steven is asleep after I emptied his balls for the third time. I came to the living room feeling lost and decided to write to you, Sam. I’ll try to get some sleep, but my head is full of thoughts and doubts. I’ll check the page tomorrow morning, hoping to see your thoughts, brother. I really admire you and your words always help me.
What do you think about Steven’s conditions? I feel safe with him but I wonder if I should stay alone to heal from Adam’s abuse. My best friend thinks I need to learn how to be happy without a man, but she is a woman, she doesn’t understand…
I love you, Sam Thank you for being so good to me
Okay, now help me out here … how could any reasonable person have any “DOUBTS” about Master Steve at all?? He sounds like the most even-tempered and fair Master on the planet! Sure, he fucked Tyler rough as a form of “punishment” for his bad behavior (I’ve certainly heard of A LOT worse than that) … but I thought Master Steve handled Tyler’s betrayal incredibly well. Lots of other Alphas would’ve thrown Tyler out on his slutty ass!
Ugh … I’m not trying to be mean, but Tyler … you must get it through your thick head that you are owned by and serving one of the premiere Masters alive today. And for whatever reason you’re hell-bent on fucking it all up. Maybe you’re a Destroyer faggot. Some people simply cannot be happy without a metric shit-ton of drama and disturbance, apparently.
My advice to you is simple: stop waffling and second-guessing this situation. You are not going to find a greater Alpha to serve than Master Steve.
Otherwise, I promise you this: Master Steve will stop looking for another faggot to join in a threesome and will instead replace you with it. Then you can go back to Master Adam (or another like him) and get ruined. It’s your choice.
But listening to this is like listening to a spoiled rich kid complain that he’s not sure about the new Rolls Royce convertible his parent’s bought him. Master Steve is that Rolls Royce, and he’s offering you a secure and safe place in his arms and in his bed. If you can’t understand how stupid you sound whining about him even now (after he fucking BATHED YOU PERSONALLY), then you’re beyond help.
Hopefully this will get you to finally snap out of it.
