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!
If you remember the first post about my brother Tyler, a faggot who wrote into my Questions From Readers Inbox about a huge choice he was trying to make. You see, Tyler had fallen under the sway of a Destroyer Alpha named Adam who was very violent and hateful (also psychopathic and stalker-like). Then Tyler met a true Protector Alpha named Steve, a dominant Alpha who also showed Tyler care and affection.
The choice was clear in my mind, and honestly I didn’t mince words when advising Tyler. I wanted Tyler to devote his service to Master Steve and try to get his help and protection in order to escape the clutches of Master Adam.
Sadly, Tyler had a hard time letting go of Master Adam. Faggots have some mechanical flaw that makes us return like crack junkies to abusive Alphas. I’m including myself here, as I have often mentioned my yearning for the Alpha who raped me with a knife at my throat. Faggots are like the embodiment of Stockholm Syndrome.
So Tyler to Master Adam like a pig to slaughter, and this was the result:
Hi Sam, this is Tyler from Amsterdam. I sent you a message in late April about two Alphas I was serving: Adam and Steve.
I always read your website and respect your work a lot. I saw that you created a thread for my story and I really appreciate that. I decided to continue sharing my story with you after reading Fag Ben’s account. The issue of Destroyer Alphas is a serious one and my dilemma together with your experience might help other fags.
A lot has happened in these past 2 months since we talked… I’ve been serving Steve (the good Alpha) several times a week but, although I know I shouldn’t answer him, Adam still texts me from time to time, and I haven’t blocked him. Last week, Adam invited me to his place for the first time since he called me a disgusting bitch in April. I was reluctant but he is so hot that I decided to go and give him a second chance.
As soon as I arrived, he asked me where on my face I had had the cold sore. I thought that he would try to apologize, so I pointed to the corner of my mouth, close to my bottom lip and said “right here”. He said in a lovely way “oh, baby, let me see” and when I turned my face to him he gave me a huge slap on the part of my face that I had pointed to him. He is twice my size and his hand is easly the size of my whole face, he smacked his 5 fingers against my face and I almost collapsed. I got really dizzy, my face was burning, and I could feel some tears coming of from my right eye because of the impact. He was laughing and said “oh, I see, right here?”
I asked him why he had done that to me, but he just said it was a joke and told me to stop being a sissy. He sat down on the couch and snapped his fingers for me to suck his dick, with my face still burning. I held his dick, worshipped his balls, but didn’t keep eye contact because I was actually afraid of him. After taking that one slap right on my face, I realized that he could’ve broken my neck if he wanted to. So he said “Eyes up here” for me to look at him while sucking, I apologized and said that my face was still burning from the slap. He said that my whole body would be in pain soon if I didn’t make him cum while looking straight to his eyes.
I felt weak, vulnerable, fragile, and although I had Adam’s dick in my mouth banging my throat, I could only think about how protective and sweet Steve was. He knows how to put me in my place but never would hurt me, I never needed to fear him to respect the great man he is. But Adam loves the feeling of fear in the eyes of a faggot.
After noticing my pain and my fear, it didn’t take long for him to cum. I swallowed his big load and kept on my knees without knowing how to react. He sent me to the kitchen with no word of affection, no “good boy”. He just pointed to the kitchen and told me to do the dishes while he took a shower. I started crying while doing the dishes thinking about what had just happened.
A few minutes later he came from his shower completely naked, still a little wet and with a hard dick. He held me by my neck and said that he had taken pills for erection to make sure that he would be able to fuck me all night long even if his balls were empty. He put my pants down, started fingering me in the kitchen, and I didn’t react against him. He soon took me to his bedroom, put my ass up, and spanked me, punched my back, choked me, hit my face again. When my whole body was sore he put some lube on his dick and started fucking me rough and whispered in my ear “I love to see you in pain”
I felt lonely and vulnerable, so I just closed my eyes while he banged me balls deep. He came inside of me but with the pills he has taken he dick would not go down. So he was just fucking more and more, enjoying my pain. He said that his cock was sore even with the lube he had put in my hole but, in his words, he wanted to see how much pain his cock could cause in a weak faggot like me.
He didn’t allow me to sleep and spent the whole night fucking me. When he couldn’t stand the discomfort in his own dick, he took two huge dildos and kept fucking my hole just for the pleasure of seeing me in pain. I asked him to stop with the dildos and he just said I was lucky he wasn’t fisting me.
He sent me back home at 5 am in the morning. I arrived home, took a shower, and my hole was horribly sore, I could see the blood running through my leg while I washed the lube mixed with his cum. I felt horrible, Sam. Adam made me feel worthless, a piece of trash that he could harm as much as he wanted to.
Let’s stop here. This account truly made me so sad for Tyler. He dearly paid a tragic price for going back to a truly horrible Alpha! There is no excuse for an Alpha to be that sadistic, cruel, and treacherous to a trusting faggot.
But this is why I keep warning my fag brothers about these bloodthirsty Alpha sharks swimming below the surface of dark waters. They’re out there, and some of them want to do worse to faggots than simply make their pussies bleed from overfucking. You might be able to stick your hand into the open mouth of a crocodile once or twice and not have it bitten off, but eventually you’ll be missing a hand.
So fortunately Tyler had a great Protector Alpha in Master Steve available to run to, which is exactly what he did.
I called Steve, but didn’t want to tell him the truth. So I told him a friend had died and I was feeling lonely. It was Saturday morning, and he immediately invited me to his house, ordered lunch for us, and cancelled his plans just to take care of me. He made me laugh, we watched some movies, cooked dinner together. He usually starts kissing me and put me on my knees as soon as I arrive to his home. But this time he didn’t grab my ass, he didn’t punch or smack me, nor touched me without consent at any moment because he felt how fragile I am.
I am very much into make-up, so he put make-up tutorials for me to watch on YouTube and cuddled with me until I fell asleep in his arms. Around 3 am in the morning, I woke up and noticed that he was jerking off in his side of the bed but not touching me at all. I asked what was happening and he said that he woke up really horny but didn’t think I was emotionally ready to serve him. I felt so loved and respected when he said that. I just said “I belong to you and you should never need to jerk off to empty your balls”, I gave him a blowjob, making sure to be the best cocksucker he has ever had. I didn’t stop sucking until I felt his body shaking. He pumped a load down in throat and I swallowed every single drop. He brought me back to his arms, kissed my forehead, and said “this was amazing, you’re a perfect boy, I want you to be my sub boy”. I said thank you, and slept on his chest, feeling the taste of his cum.
Sam, I won’t ask you if I should give another chance to Adam because I know your opinion. But I do need your advice on how to behave with Steve. Do you think I should tell him all about Adam? Steve wants to own me and he was very clear that he’ll only take me as his sub boyfriend if I stop serving any other men. I’m afraid of his reaction if I tell him that I have been serving Adam for so long… and to be completely honest, I still feel the urge to serve Adam. I know it’s stupid considering who he is, but I can’t help it. Especially after a few drinks, I always think about Adam’s cock hurting me first. The danger and the pain turn me on. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Sam. I know I’m young and I have a lot to learn. I don’t wanna die in the hands of Adam but I can’t stop thinking about his overwhelming presence.
I love you, Sam. I really do. And I love the amount of effort you put in this beautiful site. Please, give me some word of comfort and advice if you can.
I want to start this way: Master Steve is an exceptional Protector Alpha of the highest order. He deserves the very best faggots, and he probably deserves to be worshiped by hundreds of them. I’m blown away by his dominant-yet-caring demeanor, a rarity in today’s world. He’s probably a true God Alpha.
This preface begs the question: has Tyler been a faggot worthy of an Alpha like Master Steve? Tyler ran back to a truly brutal Destroyer Alpha after Master Steve had shown Tyler kindness and set out his expectations for any faggot serving him. Then, after that Destroyer Alpha destroyed him, Tyler ran back for comforting from Master Steve. And to make sure Master Steve would take him back and comfort him, Tyler lied to Master Steve about his situation.
I’m not trying to be cruel here, and I know Tyler has asked for mercy from me. However, I do not like when faggots disrespect Alphas. Master Steve should not ever be treated like the dependable old standby for a faggot. Master Steve is the banquet, not the leftovers.
Master Adam should be absolutely eclipsed by the warm, blindingly-brilliant sunlight of Master Steve’s ownership, yet here’s Tyler still yearning for Master Adam! Again, I know we faggots yearn for brute force and abuse sometimes, but even being tempted to serve Master Adam when Master Steve is offering you a world of safe, loving service is incomprehensible.
Here’s what I think needs to happen ASAFP:
Tyler needs to cut off communication with Master Adam
Tyler needs to confess the truth to Master Steve.
Tyler needs to accept whatever conditions or decisions Master Steve stipulates
It may not be pretty, but this situation is already ugly. There’s a way out of this, but that road leads through Master Steve’s heart. He will need to open it up in forgiveness and allow Tyler to be restored to favor.
Will Master Steve do that after these betrayals? I have no idea, but I hope he does. Tyler is relatively inexperienced and young, and probably deserves a chance.
But let this be a lesson to all faggots out there currently playing games with great Masters! There is nothing sure about that old dependable crutch you’re selfishly mistreating. One of these days you’ll fall back on it and it won’t hold you up anymore.
The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s rare that a faggot ever has a chance to decide which Alpha it should serve. Usually faggots bounce from one Alpha to the next like pinballs careening haphazardly across a pinball table. And too often, when faggots are given a choice between Alphas, they tend to choose the one that will damage them the most.
Ben is a relatively new faggot, and he finds himself at an emotional crossroads with two Alphas in his life. He is currently owned by a powerful and relatively scary Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. However, he recently started trying to serve a new Protector Alpha named Ethan. See the quandary?
In the last update, we heard how Master Grayson had fucked and bred (and took video of it) an Alpha that Ben was serving on the side. That Alpha was Master Ethan. But the entire experience has left Ben confused and worried.
I’ll let him tell it:
I have another update on my situation with Master Grayson as im unsure of everything I’m feeling. Since my last experience, I am now serving both Master Grayson and my friend (Ethan). I’ve felt different when serving them with Grayson it feels more natural how much cocky, confident, and stronger he is over me, while with Ethan is dominant I’ve felt more secure serving him as he looks out for me more. Despite this I’ve been actively seeking out gay bottoms to fuck on Grindr as well despite submitting for both alphas it’s like this big push and pull for me on both sides.
For master Ethan he has been so kind and rough and dominant but whenever I give him head he always tells me “you’re such a good fucking boy” and “god you give the best head”. It’s such a strange dynamic to me that he can balance both of his personalities so well to the point where I’ve developed feelings for him. Whenever I am with him I feel like I am fulfilling my purpose better and more cared for.
But for master Grayson though he’s ramped up his control of me even more lately. I’ve become an at home slave, chauffeur, and mouth to use and the apartment I moved into recently this month has become less my apartment and his place now with him taking my bed whenever he is over. I’ve been taking his loads almost daily now and recently he has instructed me to wear a buttplug to “train my faggot hole and make it useful for once”.
He also has forced me to download an app that lets him control my entire phone from what I can access and see who I talk to which has lead me to be careful in finding ways to serve Ethan. And just yesterday he told me he hated seeing me get hard from serving him and that I should “be prepared to have your tiny dick locked up fag but you would like that wouldn’t you.”
Personally I don’t know if I’m ready for chastity but I know it’s something I can’t control if Grayson requests it. And I know it seems stupid that I have a caring alpha in Ethan but Grayson’s dominance and cockiness turns something on in me that I can’t escape and it doesn’t help that his workouts this summer have made him more ripped and muscular that it feels impossible to not serve him. I guess I don’t know how to choose between them as it seems if I choose Grayson he has made it clear that I cannot serve anyone else. Any advice?
The differences between the two Alphas couldn’t be any more apparent. Master Ethan, still owning Ben even after that humiliation, shows his Protector Alpha side regularly and isn’t afraid of being kind to his fags. Meanwhile, Master Grayson seems like the villain of every Lifetime Movie Of The Week, He’s stalking, cruel, malicious, and almost hateful.
I can’t really advise Ben to stay with Master Grayson, because I honestly think he’s the wrong Alpha for a new (and struggling) faggot like Ben. Plus, I really kind of worry about Master Grayson’s hyper-possessive attitude.
I told Ben he should talk to Master Ethan about his concerns. There might be some way this intelligent young Alpha can help Ben get away from Master Grayson. But judging from Ben’s closing words – “it feels impossible to not serve him” – I think the toughest part of this battle will be fought inside Ben himself.
I get in all sorts of trouble when I wade into certain topics like hierarchical rape – or even the topic of hierarchy in general – because in general people think I have extreme views or even “pro-rape” views based on some of my comments.
While I can definitely tell you I’m not “pro-rape” in a general sense, I do think rape as a function of hierarchy has application. It’s not pretty, but neither are most things that define our world. That doesn’t mean it isn’t TRUE.
A great, intellectually-curious fag brother of mine (@Lbvisitor on X) decided to ask AI about faggot rape and hierarchical Dom/sub roles, and what AI had to say about these topics proved to be quite fascinating.
First, he asked about rape with this brilliant prompt:
PROMPT: Is there any literature, whether academic or self-reporting such as in online forums, that discusses how submissive bottoms perceive and relate to having been raped? In particular, is there any data on how many perceive this as a positive or formative experience?
ANSWER: This is a complex, deeply sensitive topic that spans psychology, sexuality, consent, and trauma. I’ll summarize what is known from both academic literature and self-reporting in forums and studies—focusing specifically on submissive gay or queer men and their perceptions of rape or non-consensual experiences, especially in relation to kink or identity. —
Important Context on Terminology and Ethics Rape is a crime and a violation of bodily autonomy. Non-consensual acts, by definition, are not agreed to, and trauma is a frequent outcome. Consensual non-consent (CNC) or “rape play” is a kink dynamic where both partners pre-negotiate a scene that mimics non-consent. This is not rape, but it is often discussed in relation to submissive fantasies. It is ethically and clinically inappropriate to romanticize actual rape or treat it as a kink. However, it is valid to explore how some individuals cope with or reinterpret trauma, and whether they view it as formative or identity-shaping. —
1. Academic Literature
Trauma & Sexual Identity Development Studies such as: Carballo-Diéguez & Dolezal (1995) found that a notable portion of men who have sex with men (MSM) report childhood or adolescent sexual experiences that were non-consensual, and some of them did not initially frame them as traumatic. Rothman et al. (2011) found that some gay and bisexual men later re-evaluated those early experiences as exploitative or abusive—but not always with negative emotional tone. Key findings: Some individuals view early non-consensual sexual experiences as confusing or erotic at the time. Others later process it as rape, sometimes with delayed trauma responses (e.g., depression, sexual dysfunction). A minority report these experiences as “formative” or influential in shaping submissive sexual preferences—but this does not imply endorsement of abuse.
Kink Identity and CNC Connolly (2006) and Newmahr (2011) explore how BDSM communities make space for fantasy roleplay of non-consent. Submissives may report rape fantasies—but these occur in consensual, negotiated frameworks. People often separate fantasy from real trauma. —
2. Self-Reports in Online Forums On platforms like Reddit (e.g., r/askgaybros, r/BDSMcommunity), FetLife, and even Tumblr archives: Common themes: Some submissive bottoms have shared that past experiences of non-consent felt confusing or pleasurable in the moment, especially if their identity included being submissive or desiring to be “used.” In a few threads, individuals expressed ambivalence: intellectually knowing they were violated, but emotionally feeling validated in their submissiveness. > Example: One poster wrote, “I know I should feel violated, but part of me felt… chosen? Owned?” — followed by discussions about therapy and reclaiming control through CNC. Important notes: Many others described deep regret, trauma, or PTSD, especially if coercion involved power imbalance or substance use. Even those who described their rape as “formative” often expressed conflicted feelings—grappling with shame, guilt, or confusion. —
3. Any Numbers? No robust quantitative data currently exists on how many submissive bottoms perceive real rape as positive or formative—and such research would face serious ethical and methodological challenges. However, some qualitative studies (e.g., Duke & Davidson 2009) note that a small subset of MSM and kink participants “integrate” trauma into sexual identity without traditional trauma responses. —
Final Reflections It is crucial to distinguish between actual rape and consensual kink. Some submissives may reframe past violations as part of identity development—but this is not a universal or recommended path. Therapeutic support is often necessary to safely explore these themes.
Isn’t it crazy that AI was able to zero-in on the fact that there are many subs (or “faggots”) who felt shaped by their rapes (I certainly fall into this category)
Next, our brother asked about the broader implications of Hierarchical relationships for faggots.
QUESTION: What are the potential benefits – in all possible aspects – for a submissive gay male to enter a CNC and TPE relationship as a slave to a dominant top master?
ANSWER: A submissive gay male entering a Consensual Non-Consent (CNC) and Total Power Exchange (TPE) relationship as a slave to a dominant top master can experience a wide range of potential benefits, depending on psychological, emotional, sexual, and even spiritual factors. These benefits can vary greatly between individuals and are heavily dependent on consent, mutual understanding, clear boundaries, and ongoing communication. Here is a comprehensive breakdown of the possible benefits across multiple dimensions:
1. Psychological and Emotional Benefits Sense of Purpose and Belonging: Submitting to a dominant partner may offer a deeply satisfying sense of role fulfillment, giving structure, meaning, and emotional security. Relief from Responsibility: Giving up control can alleviate anxiety related to decision-making and personal agency, creating a state of psychological relief or freedom. Identity Affirmation: For those who strongly identify as submissive or slave, living that identity in an immersive way can affirm and validate who they are. Deep Trust and Intimacy: The vulnerability involved in CNC/TPE can foster profound trust and emotional bonding, especially when both partners are communicative and attentive. Catharsis and Emotional Release: Rituals of discipline, humiliation, or degradation can offer an emotional purge or cathartic experience, similar to intense therapy or meditation. —
2. Sexual and Erotic Fulfillment High-Intensity Sexual Experience: The erotic charge of CNC and TPE dynamics is often extremely high due to the taboo, risk-play, and surrender aspects. Kink Actualization: The relationship provides a space to explore fantasies of slavery, objectification, degradation, forced submission, or pain in a consensual, controlled way. Sexual Freedom through Submission: Paradoxically, full submission can allow the slave to experience a liberated sexuality, unburdened by shame or inhibition. Fetish Integration: TPE structures are ideal for those with specific fetishes (e.g., chastity, edging, bondage, service, corporal punishment), making these integral parts of daily life. —
3. Personal Development and Transformation Discipline and Self-Improvement: Some slaves thrive under rules, rituals, and protocols, leading to better habits, fitness, grooming, or manners under the master’s guidance. Spiritual Fulfillment: Some individuals view TPE slavery as a spiritual path — surrendering ego, identity, and will in a transcendental act of devotion. Enhanced Self-Awareness: The intense nature of CNC/TPE requires ongoing reflection and can reveal deep personal truths, triggers, and desires. Heightened Focus and Presence: The immersive experience often demands mindfulness, obedience, and attentiveness — anchoring the slave in the moment. —
4. Lifestyle and Relationship Benefits Stable Power Dynamics: Defined roles can reduce conflict and ambiguity, especially when both partners thrive in a top/bottom framework. Reduced Negotiation Stress: A 24/7 TPE relationship means less frequent renegotiation of roles and boundaries (though check-ins are still crucial). Clear Expectations: Rules and protocols often replace guesswork with clarity, which can make daily interactions smoother. Ritual and Routine: Predictable daily rituals (greetings, rules, tasks) can provide comfort, structure, and rhythm to life. —
5. Community and Belonging Belonging in BDSM Subcultures: Engaging in CNC/TPE may open doors to local or online kink communities, fostering camaraderie, acceptance, and education. Mentorship and Growth: More experienced dominants can guide submissives in evolving their kink journey, often acting as mentors or guides. Role Recognition: Being openly accepted as a “slave” within such communities may provide social affirmation and support rarely found elsewhere. —
Important Caveats While the benefits can be deep and life-enhancing, CNC and TPE are high-risk dynamics that must be built on: Informed consent (including awareness of physical and psychological risks) Ongoing communication Safewords or equivalent systems Mental health screening Aftercare practices Without these, such relationships can become coercive, abusive, or psychologically harmful.
It’s clear that AI can dispassionately look at these topics and see the benefits/importance that I see in these topics. And that’s the key here: view hierarchy and its aspects dispassionately and you will then see their deeper and more meaningful impact on our lives. Strip away emotion and look at it clinically, and you’ll see THE TRUTH OF IT!
We need to remember that nature as a function (let’s say “survival of the fittest”) is not something that operates emotionally or morally … it merely IS. And no amount of chest-puffing pontificating will ever change hierarchy or its functions (like rape) just like wagging a disapproving finger at a glacier will stop its inexorable crawl.
So we must learn to understand it and internalize its meaning. Funny how a robot like AI understands this better than we do!
Findom rarely produces surprises. It’s filled with the same young, Instagram-ready Alphas showing off their feet and saying, “Pay me my fucking money, faggot.” A lot of it feels inauthentic.
Then, every so often, a real Alpha shows up with the looks, but also the confidence and the heart to truly transform the scene.
That Alpha is Master Fuego (@YourMasterFuego on X).
He arrived on the scene about 1.5 years ago, and ever since then his content has revealed a young Master truly coming into his own.
What we see is a Master who seems to genuinely love owning faggots. He’s playful, joyous, and roughly affectionate … while simultaneously being sadistic and abusive. It’s that unpredictability that keeps the faggots bowing at his feet and paying him lots of money.
Watch some of these clips of him with his fags. You’ll see a young King who is fearless about using faggots in public, almost daring bystanders to object.
This is next-level confidence.
Watch a couple of these videos and try to not fall in love with him! I dare you!
That post about rape really spoke to me and my experiences, because while I wasn’t straight up raped like you were sam, I was definitely coerced from agreeing to just oral to being penetrated multiple times. Both times they knew I rejected anal in our discussions beforehand, both times they took advantage of my enthusiasm in giving oral to get rougher and throat fuck me harder and harder until I needed a break.
That was probably my mistake, if I was better at training my gag reflex they wouldn’t have thought about it, but both men flipped me over and reassured me they weren’t going to fuck me so I didn’t protest. They both used the cliche line they just wanted to grind and tease my hole with the tip, then it became just the tip, and then I was fully penetrated. They were just such small steps it never felt appropriate to put up vigorous resistance. Why would I fight back if he just wanted to grind against my ass while he gives my throat a break? Why would I fight back if it’s just some fingers or just the tip?
If I sound like a dumb faggot it’s because I was. I underestimated the intensity and pain of being penetrated, and going from just the tip to balls deep pounding felt like the blink of an eye. Keep in mind I was still rattled from a brutal throat fuck.
I never explicitly told them it was ok, but I also never fought back. And I really think they would have stopped if I did, but I also can’t imagine how I could have vigorously expressed any resistance in my state.
I think a woman in my position would feel like it was rape, but I don’t think either of them did and so I don’t either. It’s just crazy to me that they both had the same playbook, first reassuring me they weren’t going to do the thing they clearly were about to do.
Please do post more stories about the just oral to getting fully penetrated scenario, it brings back memories.
Male rape (especially when it involves faggots) goes underreported because faggots like me and you just shut up and accept that we are supposed to be used roughly by Alphas (which is mostly true). We just shrug it away.
I don’t think your situation counts as rape by any legal definition, but those Alphas absolutely pushed you past your limits without considering your feelings or your physical pain.
I have some research on rape (discovered by a faggot using ChatGPT that’ll be coming in the near future, so keep your eyes out for that!
thank you again for all your work educating us on hierarchy! This website and its predecessor changed my life and helped me understand my true faggot nature. I am a married fag in a marriage (to a woman) that is 100% non sexual and we are fine with it. We are together as friends raising a family and I have full latitude to pursuit my sexual needs as I see fit. This has opened up my life to pursue my true sexual calling as a submissive male. I’ve been very lucky to have a number of very satisfying encounters including my original master Alpha who “made me” a year and a half ago and showed me the way of the faggot serving his master and I never looked back. I only see him sporadically as he lives 5 states away and his only ask is that I share with him all details of any sexual activity and I always do with pleasure. Recently I found a new Alpha who is amazing! He’s younger than me which I usually don’t like, but I could not resist his power. I was rewarded with incredible stamina and my first 4 load session from an Alpha (wow, so lucky i am!)
the issue is he is incredibly possessive. He has ordered me to end all communication with my original Alpha and does not want me serving anyone else. He wants me to be owned exclusively by him. I am uncomfortable with this as I feel obliged to my original Alpha and I’m so grateful to him for showing me the way. one of the liberating and beautiful things about gay sex, man on man sex, in my view is a rejection of monogamy. Men have sex for pleasure and as a true faggot I want to give pleasure to any Alpha who wants it. Recently even forbid me from addressing other men as sir. I address all my superiors with respect as a true submissive, it’s against my nature not to.
i don’t agree with the idea of him forbidding me from serving other men ever.
to be clear, it’s not an issue of getting his permission, which I would, of course happily do. He’s very clear and there’s to be no one else in any way shape or form.
what do I do? It seems ridiculous, even absurd for a old faggot like me to turn away from a big powerful virile younger Alpha who want my ass all the time. Like a good fag I have learned to embrace dressing up like a sissy faggot for him something which was never part of my interest in anyway, but I now enjoy because it is pleasing to him. Because as you’ve taught me, it’s his pleasure that is the most important thing. I shared this to say that I have been willing to grow and adapt as a good faggot should for a master.
as an aside he also gets off on saying filthy disparaging stuff about my wife, which I tolerate but it doesn’t do anything for me, and actually bothers me because we have an understanding and I it’s a huge distraction from my faggot identity to have to refer to her as a bitch, whore, etc.
sam, I need your guidance as always.
Thank you for the extraordinary experience, brother! I’m very proud of you for righting the wrongs of the past (even though it resulted in a family you love, it was still a mistake) and throwing yourself wholeheartedly into service!
It’s sounds like you’ve been quite fortunate to have found at least one God Alpha (more likely two) to serve in a relatively short period of time! That should be an inspiration to other older faggots out there in situations as sticky as yours. I must also commend your wife for being so understanding and loving! I’m sure it was difficult for her to adjust!
I commend you for your loyalty to your first Master, brother. Most fags would just shrug their shoulders and move onto the next Alpha, but you didn’t do that. I’m sure your first Master appreciates that about you.
But here’s the truth: your first Master can’t be consistent in training you given the long distances. And given the fact that you’re a new faggot, you’ll need training and refining. I think you sense this yourself, which is why you ended up with this young Master.
Meanwhile, you have this powerful young Alpha who wants complete ownership of you to the exclusion of every other Man. This is very interesting, and the potential for training and development is tremendous.
BUT … overly-dominant Alphas can also cut off EVERY bit of support for a faggot, leaving the faggot vulnerable and alone. This is a dangerous situation. I’ve definitely heard of abuse happening once an Alpha gets a faggot locked down like that. I wouldn’t want that to happen to you.
I’m especially grieved by your young Master’s denigration of your wife. Like it or not, she’s the mother of your children and someone who has been supporting you through this discovery phase of your life. That shows profound stupidity and a lack of respect.
As much as I’d like you to stay with this young Master, I think there are too many negatives. I’m not sure you’re going to grow in the right way with him. I think you should respectfully tell him why you’re discontinuing service, and see what he says. Sometimes an Alpha with a bad attitude can be snapped out of it when confronted by the loss of a good faggot.
There are plenty of great Alphas out there to serve who would value owning a good faggot. In the end, we must at least value the gifts we offer to superior Men enough to say “no” to Destroyer Alpha types.
I hope that helps! I really agonized over this one!
The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The title to this post is a pretty well-known saying among Alphas. I know, because I’ve heard them say it plenty of times. And while it’s clearly meant to be a joke, there is an underlying belief that I feel Alphas accept about “consent” versus “consent in the moment”, which are two wildly different concepts.
I can tell you that Alphas in the moment take any hesitation in resistance to mean consent. In other words, if the faggot or female doesn’t fight back vigorously and emphatically when being taken by an Alpha, the Alpha considers that to be half-hearted and essentially just a suggestion of resistance. Like a playful game, let’s say.
My faggot brother James (who is still serving his straight Master after ten years!) had a thought about this issue, which he sent to me through my Questions From Readers inbox. Here’s what he had to say:
Although quite rare, I have read and even personally heard a faggot’s account of what they consider being raped by an Alpha after submitting to his control… The most common instance of this would be forceful anal penetration after discussing only oral service beforehand… It seems that these faggots consider themselves on a par with a woman, reserving the right to curtail the man’s sexual release at any time prior to culmination.
Although I have been one straight Alpha’s personal faggot for 10 years to date, just prior to this I experience the same situation on two separate occasions with two different Alpha males. In each case, I had previously consented to meet for the purpose of providing oral service to completion and swallowing the load. In both situations the Alpha made the decision that oral service would not be sufficient to fulfill his masculine needs. So, prior to arriving at climax, these Alphas provided me with anal sex as an option. I had not prepared or allotted time for this so I declined. This answer was not acceptable and I was physically forced into assuming the position and being fucked until his satisfaction had been achieved. Although a certain amount of force was used to bring me into compliance, I recall that my resistance was halfhearted at best. Something inside of me seemed to urge compliance. I would outwardly exhibit resistance, but total submission would be the end result.
Once penetrated, my ultimate purpose as a faggot was realized and the Alpha’s satisfaction was achieved. I never felt that I had been raped or anything akin to it. After all, these men had identified me as a faggot beforehand and that meant they would have a certain mindset as to my purpose.
I knew they had only acted as nature intended… And my final compliance was true to nature as well.
Here James draws a distinction between a female and a faggot in terms of “rights”, and I agree with that. Women are meant to be complements of a Man, not a slave (like faggots are). That’s not to say that Alphas don’t roll through the stop signs women put up, but the dynamic is definitely different. As far as Alphas are concerned, there are no stop signs with a faggot, given that a faggot’s entire existence is to serve and service Alpha needs. So right off the bat, we can see that an Alpha’s perspective going into a meet-up with a faggot is radically different than that of their approach to females.
So given an Alpha’s original perspective on a faggot – that it exists to be used – once an Alpha is in the act of using a faggot and it starts to “fight back”, it’s only natural that the Alpha would force the faggot to take his dick and load (or give up money, or whatever else an Alpha is using a faggot for).
But the real meat of what James says involves the end result within the faggot when it is forcibly entered against its will and bred (or, in the vernacular of some, raped). As he correctly points out, the faggot learns its place in a more meaningful way. It becomes more submissive, more obedient, and more grateful for a deeper understanding of Hierarchy.
That is certainly what happened to me in my rape (I do call it a rape because I was actually fighting back and had a knife put to my throat). Even in a more violent scenario like mine, once the bleeding stopped and I could process what happened I definitely understood Alpha rage and authority from a much deeper perspective. And, in a weird way, I developed gratitude for my rapist for teaching me a fundamental lesson about Hierarchical truth.
That’s sick to some. But those faggots out there who have been forcibly taken and used by aggressive Alphas know of the truths about which I speak. I guarantee that my brother James knows.
Ultimately, faggots are “the willing”. We are born with a willingness to be used by Alphas, to serve them even in their darkest moments. We NEED to be used this way.
So it isn’t rape … not really. Our faggot hearts were willing to be taken long before we ever protested, and before they ever even penetrated us.
Alphas teach us this every time they hold us down and force us to learn that lesson.
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!
Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.
And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.
All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.
But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!
Prepare yourself!
I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.
I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am. After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.
He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.
Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.
I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.
He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.
Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.
I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.
He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat. He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.
He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy. I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder. I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.
He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.
He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.” “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me. He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth, It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me! He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.
He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!
He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!
King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it. All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.
He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said, “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.
Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!
I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.
It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm. I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence. When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.
Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking! All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot. At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.
I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.
This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!
I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!
As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.
Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.
I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.
The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.
What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!
Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:
My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?
The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!
Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?
Thank you, Sam! -#5
Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.
The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.
Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!
As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:
I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it. About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too.
Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.
Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now.
I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.
Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.
Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.
Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.
Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!
i’m a beta or as you call it, a fag. No doubt about it. A Man mainly uses me for His chores, as sort of a domestic slave. He also makes me pay to do His chores. He also demands me to pay more if i do not do a good enough job at cleaning His place, which tends to be difficult, cause He always finds something and this is draining me financially. Another thing is He once kicked me in the balls and found that so funny, he does so regularly and sometimes even has me hurt my own balls for Him to laugh about. i do worry about this, like, it might hurt them? i also do not particularly like the pain myself, but He seems to love it and i once told him it was not a hard limit. He loves it ever since. But the pain is a lot sometimes. What should i do?
Thanks for your question!
I honestly cannot stand Men like this guy you’re submitting to. They think violence, deception, cruelty, and hate equal dominance or Alphahood. He’s a prototypical Destroyer Alpha.
I’ve already made my position quite clear: Men like him don’t deserve worship or service. Antisocial misbehavior like his shouldn’t be rewarded with obedience and devoted service. He deserves to be treated like the pig he is.
You seem like a good faggot. I think you should value yourself and your service more and offer them to better, more deserving Alphas.
Is it ever to early for a faggot to be put in it’s place? I was 13 when my friends dad started using me. He constantly said that I was faggot and that serving real men was my purpose in life. I accepted my place and love serving superior Men. I personally wouldn’t change a thing but some say that I was to young. My question is was I to young to be shown my place as a faggot?
Thanks for the question!
Here’s where I get into trouble. You see, humans today have drawn an arbitrary and ever-changing line making ages 17 and under illegal. I abide by that in my own life because I follow the law (as long as I’m not tricked into something illegal).
But here’s the rub: I’m a student and teacher of hierarchical truth. I can’t ignore that these kinds of situations you describe happen in our world no matter what arbitrary human law says. And there is a hierarchical basis for what happened.
This friend of your Dad’s recognized what you were at that age. You likely were starting to figure it out, too. As an Alpha, he decided to start your hierarchical training early. And, as you said, you don’t regret it at all.
I know what I’m saying above sounds bad to the pearl-clutching drama queens out there, but I’m speaking about HIERARCHICAL TRUTH here. That truth doesn’t bow or succumb to the arbitrary laws of temporary human societies. It’s beyond the questions of “right” and “wrong” from our lowly and relatively-stupid standpoints.
The only question that concerns hierarchical truth is this: does it achieve the desired outcome? In your case, that answer is “yes”.
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!
Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.
One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.
He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:
I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.
My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.
I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.
That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.
I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.
It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.
Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.
But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.
I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!
I am a pig I serve and pleasure my Handler. Lately my Handler has stopped his floggings and other things on me. Because he has messed his shoulder up from the last flogging see I am a pain pig pain gives me great pleasure. I know he still uses me but it’s only serving and sometimes pleasuring him. But I feel I am not being used to my fullest because he has stopped the floggings and that. I know it gives him great pleasure to to see how far I can go. Is it fair to me that I have a useless feeling that I feel useless knowing he is not feeling well. Sometimes I feel like finding another Handler but he been my Handler for 10 years. What do I do? Was it me that caused his shoulder to go out since it was me that he was flogging. He gave more than he has given. That did not bother me I enjoyed it it was the guilt after the floggings that his shoulder got messed up.
Thanks for the message, brother!
I have no idea if you were the reason why your Handler got injured (how could I know that?), but I don’t think you should beat yourself up over it (get it?). I don’t think you should leave your Handler just because he’s hurt. That’s selfish. Stick by him and serve him. Your needs don’t come first- his does.
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!
Over the years I’ve encountered a lot of abusive Destroyer Alphas, both personally and through my online teaching efforts. In my personal life I’ve mostly made smart decisions to steer away from them (my rapist was one I couldn’t see coming due to my youth). I value myself enough as a faggot to know that my gifts are worth an Alpha’s appreciation, not condemnation.
I try to instill that sense of self-worth in the faggots who interact with my content. I hate hearing of my brothers falling prey to Destroyer Alphas who are cruel and selfish and non-productive. There are so many great Protector Alphas who value the devotion and service of a faggot, and I just cannot understand why faggots self-destruct by choosing the worse path in life instead of serving these noble Kings.
My brother Tyler wrote into my Questions From Readers inbox to tell me about a choice he recently made. Listen to this:
I don’t exactly have a question, but I saw your answer to another fag about his Alpha cleaning the house and would like to share something that happened with me to know your opinion about it. I am 21 years-old and until last week I was serving two Alphas. They were both nice guys, nice dicks, and very dominant in bed. But one of them (Adam) was hotter (had a six-pack) and the other (Steve) was handsome, but a little chubby. I loved to serve them and I would usually go to Adam’s house on Wednesday and Steve’s house on Saturday.
Last week, I was supposed to serve Adam as always did (go to his place, get on my knees, swallow his first load, let him fuck my ass for his second load, and go back home). But I woke on Wednesday morning with a HORRIBLE cold sore. I looked like a monster. Since he had been serving him for 6 months, I thought it would be okay to cancel, but he insisted to know why and I sent him a picture of my lips. He just said I was a disgusting bitch and that he would find somebody else on Grindr for that night.
Maybe it’s his right to treat me like that considering our roles in hierarchy, but I was already very vulnerable and he really hurt my feelings with his words. So I texted Steve, who is also a dominant Alpha but tends to be more patient. I told him that I didn’t know if I would be able to visit him on the weekend because I wasn’t feeling great. He asked what happened and for a moment I thought he would treat me like Adam had done, but instead, he told me to go to his place at night because I needed extra care.
I went to his place after work with a thick layer of make-up on the sore trying to pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. But he’s a smart guy and noticed something was wrong. He told me to clean my face immediately because make-up is not ideal for sores like that. When I came out of the bathroom, he chuckled and said “I wonder where this mouth has been”, but in a funny and respectful way. He noticed that I too stressed for jokes, so he just hugged me and said “even perfect twinks get sick sometimes, relax”
Of course we did not kiss and I did not suck his dick, but he spent the whole night saying how gorgeous I am and even cooked dinner for me. He ordered some cream for cold sore at the pharmacy and put it on my lips with his own hands. I was feeling so good with him taking care of me that I felt an urge to serve him no matter how. He said that I was tired and stressed, so he didn’t want me to do the dishes, but then he smiled to me and said “well, but if you need to relax, I am sure that your ass does not have any cold sores”
So I quickly went to his bathroom to make sure I was clean and ready, and when I entered his room he was already naked jerking off his hard dick. I felt bad that I couldn’t suck that beautiful cock, but I just said “thank you for being my Master”, laid on my stomach and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I think it was a turn-on for him to see me so vulnerable and lost, because he fucked me really hard and deep, then 20 minutes later turn me up to fuck me missionary.
We slept together and I never felt so good in my life. I decided to stop serving Adam and stick with Steve now. Just like the Alpha who cleans the house, I think a certain amount of love and care is important for us fags. At least for me, it’s so important to see that, although inferior to him, my Man wants me to be happy.
Could you please comment and tell me what you think? Do you think that as a fag I should go back to serve Adam, even though he does not care at all about my feelings?
Here’s the bizarre part of Tyler’s story: he’s still questioning whether or not he should continue serving Adam the Destroyer Alpha after everything Master Steve did for him! Isn’t that crazy?? We faggots are something like moths that can watch a thousand other moths burn in the flame and we’re still drawn to self-immolation.
And the problem is SELF WORTH. We feel so worthless about ourselves that we mistakenly think we deserve that awful, abusive treatment.
But Master Steve shows a better way forward, treating his property the way a true Alpha treats everything of value that he owns. A Man like Master Steve deserves complete and devoted worship and service, not half-hearted attention. Is he to be expected to continue being there to comfort his faggot when it’s hurt again and again by Destroyer Alphas like Adam?
Of course not. A Protector Alpha like Master Steve is the mighty cornerstone upon which a faggot can build a lifetime of joyful service. I wholeheartedly encourage my brother Tyler to loyally remain at Master Steve’s feet! Master Steve deserves that!
Sam what is your feeling about faggots being smacked down in public? I was in a backroom and a beautiful Alpha was fucking a faggot’s mouth against the wall and then pulling out to slap the faggot around pretty damn hard. The faggot would recover and get back on his cock. Probably eight guys were watching this and no one said anything. I’m a faggot myself so it’s not my place question an alpha but I was surprised the other men seemed to enjoy watching the faggot getting slapped around. I confess I was turned on by the Alpha’s command of the situation.
Thanks for writing!
Well, my opinion about faggots getting smacked down in public is the same as in private – it shouldn’t need to happen, but it does. I actually think Alphas do this reflexively, without thinking. It’s pure, heat-of-the-moment instinct. And it probably can’t be stopped entirely, although a good and pleasing faggot will win over its Alpha’s heart over time and the smacking/abuse should lessen.
The last great Protector Alpha president America had was Barack Obama.
Here he is IN TEARS over the destruction of the American Republic in favor of authoritarian fascism under Trump & the millions of people being hurt by it.
You MAGAtards don’t even realize what you’ve done.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Last week we were introduced to a faggot named Matt and the brutal, violent Alpha who owns him, Master Connor. Matt told me about how Master Connor would beat him before breeding him aggressively, something that alarmed me quite a bit.
Matt decided to continue serving Master Connor, which I can understand to some degree. Matt was newly in chastity for Master Connor, but he asked me if I thought he should offer his Master the keys to his chastity, thereby completely surrendering control over his body to a Master whose temper seems to turn on a dime.
I told Matt he should offer Master Connor the keys in order to demonstrate real submission and trust. Matt did that, and this was the result:
So today was the day I handed over the keys to my clit to Master Connor. I wasn’t sure how he would react. I came over before his kickboxing session and offered them to him saying it only felt right for him to hold that power over a faggot in service like me.
His reaction? Laughter. He let me know just how pathetic one must be to not only wear a clit cage but to essentially beg a Man like himself to keep the keys. But after ridiculing me, he said it was the right thing to do.
He then told me how he felt about my clit. Said it was annoying and disgusting to see it sticking out in my panties when I was serving and he was using me. He asked if I thought I deserved to even have a dick – as limp and useless as it is.
I, of course, agreed with his assessment and said how embarrassing it was to have something that even attempted to emulate the strength and power of a true Man.
I suggested that I could get a smaller and smaller cage the longer I stayed locked and make it less and less noticeable. He nodded then told me to drop my panties!
I’ve never intentionally exposed myself to him in that way and he’s never demanded it (or wanted it). He looked down for a few seconds and then stared into my eyes saying “when I get back, you’ll tell me how small it can get – how much it can disappear – because I never want to see that excuse for a dick sticking out like that ever again.”
With that, he walked out with the keys to my cage still in hand and I was left naked with my mind racing about how to address his demands.
I’ve definitely explored smaller cages and have even downsized a couple of times. But I’m already down to the small size – only two away from a nub/flat cage.
After getting the meal prepped and baking in the oven, I decided to pull up the smaller options and have them ready for when Master Connor returned.
Like last time, he came back drenched in sweat. I was immediately in heat. I wanted to lick every drop from his body and then some. He stared at me as I kneeled admiring all of his glory. Then I looked up and our eyes locked. He grabbed my head and buried my face into his crotch just holding me there for a minute. I kept taking deep breaths of his God scent. Feeling his thick dick and heavy balls pressed against my drooling mouth as I lost all sense of the world around me.
He yanked my head back. Spit in my face. And then said “how small do YOU want it to be?”
I was totally caught off guard. At first I didn’t understand why he’d want me to have an opinion instead of telling me what he wanted – expected – demanded. But then I realized he wanted me to know what he wanted and expected and to demand it of myself.
Meekly, I replied “as small as it can get Sir.”
He nodded as if in thought. Then simply said “then do it faggot.”
I just suggested to and agreed to cram my nub into something so tiny that I wasn’t sure if it was even possible. But I somehow wanted it too even if it hurt. For HIM.
Before I could even fully process that next step, he was taking off his shorts and trunks. I was so excited to choke on his cock. But instead I began gagging on his sweat-soaked trunks as he shoved them into my mouth.
Then, over the counter I went. A fast blistering to my ass that was intense but left me whimpering through his salty, musky underwear in my mouth with no time to cry out. With only a little spit, he drove his thick dick deep into my pussy. Wow. I’ve never felt such a raw power and dominance. It definitively hurt but only physically. In every other way it felt totally right.
As he bred me with incredible aggression, he spoke to me. The words he said would be vile to anyone with any dignity but, for me, affirmed my position as HIS faggot and it brought me peace, almost bliss – even as I knew my cunt would hurt so badly the next day. I didn’t care in that moment. I knew this was right and I got lost in his rut – drooling and babbling mindlessly through his underwear stuffed in my mouth.
When he finally shot his Alpha load deep in my guts, I was completely transported to a different state of being. I was shaking and shivering. He had barely taken the soaked trunks out of my mouth before I was instinctively cleaning his cock in total worship. He let out a hot, large stream of piss and I choked it down faster than I’ve ever had to before.
About that time, the timer went off. He threw the trunks at me and said “sniff those as much as you want faggot. Just order me new ones when you order your tiny little cage you fucking cocksucker.” And with that, no recovery time today. Just dismissal with orders and a souvenir that will forever imprint me.
About to order the smallest cage available from Kink3D. And then it’s to ordering him new underwear as I sniff the pair I will forever worship.
I think it’s clear that not all hyper-aggressive and borderline violent Alphas are detrimental to faggots. Quite the opposite! Master Connor is banging Matt into shape, crafting him with hammer-blows into a faggot useful for his level of Alpha rage!
This experience shows Master Connor’s innate understanding of the power of his scented sweat on the mind of a faggot. It also shows how well Master Connor unapologetically embraces the enormity of his Alphahood and the rights that affords him. He knows it’s him right to borderline-rape his faggot and then forcibly make the faggot swallow his piss without warning. Some Alphas just get it.
I’m very proud of my brother Matt for being flexible and allowing his Master to guide his descension into perpetual subspace. He may not have many other choices, but he’s honestly trying to fulfill Master Connor’s demands. It’s pretty clear that perpetual subspace has taken over Matt’s mind thanks to Master Connor’s scented underwear and the frequent violent breedings!
Behind all of the violence and rage, I sense that Master Connor has purpose behind his actions. I’m probably as eager as Matt to find out what that full purpose looks like!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Some time ago I received a letter in my “Questions From Readers” inbox from a faggot named Matt. You can read that by CLICKING HERE. In the letter, Matt described some particularly brutal spankings/beatings from his Master, Connor. These abuse sessions would leave Matt in tears and great pain, and then Master Connor would fuck him brutally and breed him.
I was somewhat alarmed by what I heard, although it’s far from the worst abuse I’ve heard of at the hands of sadistic Masters. I also know that some Alphas need the physical violence to get them amped up to fuck (like the way a cage fighter might warm up before a match). I felt like Matt received enough pleasure from the experience to advise him to remain in the situation and give his Master more time.
Boy, I’m glad I told him that!
Today I received an update from Matt that really stunned me. I’m not even going to waste time talking about it. Here’s Matt’s follow-up:
Hi sam!
Thank you for your response and recommending that I stick with it to see if the dynamic improves.
I thought about ways to help with his aggression and anger and came up with an idea. He lives walking distance from a kickboxing facility and I called to see what classes or one-on-one training would cost. I bit the bullet and gifted my Alpha two weekly sessions as a way to unleash his violence in a more constructive way. He was, to my surprise, quite pleased with the offer.
Yesterday was his first session. He had me come over right before to start prepping dinner while he was at the gym. Before he left, I was in the kitchen, just wearing my lace panties to cover my caged clit when he came up behind me and started spanking me. Hard. But not anything like he had been. Just enough to put me in my place and give me a reminder of his dominance before leaving me to cook. I was so anxious about how his session would go and what he’d be like upon his return.
About an hour later, he came in drenched in sweat. I guess he didn’t bother with the showers there as he lives so close by. What happened next was AMAZING.
Without words, he grabbed me by the hair and had me on my knees burying my face in his ass. At first through his gym shorts but quickly face first into his bare beautiful, muscular ass. It was clear he wanted a tongue bath – telling me to “make out with my asshole like a good faggot”. Gladly!
Just as I was getting as deep as possible with my tongue, he roughly grabbed my head and turned to have me gagging on his incredible cock. It was a very aggressive face fucking but I almost didn’t notice how hard he was pumping because I was so high on the scents and pheromones coming out of his sweaty God body.
I knew he’d likely finish his rut with an assault on my pussy. Which he did. A little spanking involved but, again, much less violent than before. It didn’t take long for him to fully breed my pussy and he collapsed on the sofa next to me. Total bliss. This time just a few tears from me but of JOY! I was so satisfied with my service and his different approach to using me after the workout I had paid for.
But it got better! As I was laying on his chest still glowing from the experience, he actually started fingering my sore pussy as he stared directly into my eyes. I was so confused. Why would he do this? My clit is caged and my service to him alone is enough. Then he began to put those same fingers into my mouth to tongue bathe. He was feeding me his massive load directly from my gaping pussy! He repeated this multiple times to the point that I finally whimpered that I was close to squirting. He played with my pussy a little more but didn’t build to the point of me squirting. I wanted to warn him as I didn’t think he’d want my fag fluid on his sofa or hand. I think I was right!
He then took me to the shower where he had me soap and cleanse his body. He pissed on me and down my throat before getting dried off and in lounge clothes. He had me get the meal reheated and dismissed me as he began watching TV and eating the food I proudly made for him while he was away. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so perfect in a moment as a faggot.
It has been such an amazing weekend! I hope our dynamic continues in this direction! More intimate, less violent but still very distinctly built on the natural hierarchy.
What a stunning departure for Master Connor! I told Matt that I felt like Master Connor was becoming more focused with the use of his power, and he agreed. This is part of what I often call “Alpha Ascension”, when an Alpha becomes more powerful and also embraces that power in meaningful ways that transforms and elevates everything in his life.
This experience only confirms that Master Connor wants complete ownership of Matt. Master Connor is elevating, becoming more than just an Alpha. Any Alpha can spank or hit or punch a faggot. But an elevated Alpha, a Master, wants to imprint his ownership on a faggot’s heart and mind.
That’s what Master Connor is becoming. I’m so glad Matt stayed to witness it firsthand!
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’ve often spoken about Alpha rage. Sometimes encounters with Alpha rage result in rape (as in my own case), but a lot of times it ends up feeling very close to rape without going into dangerous territory.
Ask any faggot or female about it, and I guarantee they’ll all say the same thing: it is THRILLING.
Natural-born subs have a deranged need to be taken by Alphas using the full force of their might in wildly aggressive ways. When Alphas find resistant subs who fight them, the Alphas are triggered into overwhelming and overpowering them into submission. Much of that ends up resulting in the Alpha forcing his dick into them and making them take his violent rut and explosive cumshots (because the center of an Alpha’s power is his cock).
Few Alphas exemplify Alpha rage better than an Alpha I’ve come to know and respect deeply over the last couple of years, an Asian bodybuilder named Master Toople. An Asian King blessed with a long, thick cock and the body of a prize-fighter, Master Toople has spent his life forcing males into submission to him and making them take his cock and his enormous cumshots.
Being Asian in a racist world can be tough for many, but for Master Toople the racism gives him plenty of opportunities to conquer and breed mouthy inferior males. Like this:
You know my love for agonophilia. That doesn’t stem from nothing, as I’m very skilled in boxing and Muay Thai, you can imagine the same ferocity and aggression and dominance I have in fighting as I do with fucking. And by now, you know I love to break in and slut out bigger arrogant and cocky studs who think they’re top shit and show them their proper place under my body and cock.
Had the perfect scenario for me on Saturday training where a new guy refused to believe I was as skilled as I was, and resorted to making racist comments about how “chinks can never beat” other people. And of course, the ignorant himbo had a backup friend. To clarify, this was rugby training as the season just recently started.
And the majority of the rugby team, including the coach, have all worshipped my cock in one form or another. So they all know and are aware of my prowess or at least what I show them.
I had my victims set. Told the first guy to square up, made it a bet that I’d knock him flat on his back, and his buddy next. The bet being whoever loses obeys the winner. Did not take me long at all in humiliating the cocky fucker with my fists into the ground. And then prying his mouth open with my dick and forcing him to choke on it in front of his friend. Took on his friend after he started getting pissed, again I took great pleasure in punching his lights out.
It was far too easy. And I had two new bashed in toys. Told them both when they came back awake to worship my cock together between their mouths, and I was not gentle, smashing their faces open with my cock and punches when they would gag and choke. As it does for me, it was many hours on the mats mounting their newly fagged faces. Neither of the deserved my god cock splitting their cunts open, nor did they deserve my seed. All they got was my pre smeared all over their bruised, red and bruised lips and faces.
By the time I pull my cock out of one of their destroyed throats, they’re both sprawled and mind blank from the brutal throat fucks I gave them.
I instead sunk my cock into one of my waiting obedient team fags and gave him my pent up load as a reward for being patient and watching the humiliation of the two new fags.
I do revel in encounters where I can unleash not just my aggressive libido but also my physical ferocity, but especially more when I get to physically dominate and take down cocky guys into broken obedient fags. There’s no going back once I’ve put my cock in you and overwhelm you with my body and power. Getting messages from my sluts begging me to use them as a warm up for gym or training because that’s how much they need to be overpowered and broken.
Master Toople has a lot of these kinds of encounters, so many that I’m surprised his name doesn’t appear on some most-wanted lists. It doesn’t because Master Toople is a God Alpha who is acting properly within the scope of his Hierarchically-elected position. Taking these males, humiliating them, and conquering them is the only right answer.
And Master Toople knows that these conquered males will crawl right back and beg for more like the many other faggots and converted faggots already worshiping at his feet.
