I’ve been following your blog for years now, and I absolutely love it. It has helped me so much in becoming a better fag, and I feel like I’m a pretty good one. But apparently, I put my trust in the wrong alpha. I recently tested positive for HSV-2, and the alpha who gave it to me never told me that he was positive. The worst part is that I’ve never had an outbreak, so I don’t even know if I have it in the genital area or orally, which is apparently possible. I feel like this has stolen a huge part of myself, and I’ve been falling into a depression because of it.
Even though I’m on medication and have never had an outbreak, I still worry that I could transmit it to someone. The last thing I ever want to do is give this to someone else. I’m scared that I’ll never be able to serve an alpha again. It’s really been weighing heavily on me, and I honestly don’t know how to move past it.
sincerely,
fag D
Thank you for writing, brother!
I’m so sorry that this happened to you! The Alpha that infected you should be shamed and/or prosecuted!
But unlike him, you are being responsible by taking medication to control the virus. These meds will greatly reduce your chance of giving it to another person. And given that you are an asymptomatic carrier, I think the likelihood that you’d ever infect someone else is probably zero.
Bear in mind that people with HIV (a vastly more dangerous infection) can manage their disease now through medication and can have unprotected sex without risk of transmission. If they can with HIV, you can, too!
In other words, you’ll be able to serve Alphas just fine, brother, Remember, an estimated 520 million people have HSV-2 worldwide. You are FAR from alone!
Hi sam, Many thanks for your answer to my question about handling personal life and service to a Master. The MASTER i’m in contact with online said the same thing but i guess HE wanted me to hear it from someone else, especially an experienced sub like you 🙂 i’ll do my best to find the right Master. i’m surprised however that you say that France is the country with more powerful Alphas per square kilometer than you’ve ever known. What makes you say that? i saw many findom Masters (though i don’t consider most of them like “masters” because they only care for the money) but no so many real Masters… Also, i’d like to add one more question, as you’ve been really nice to me: what is, according to you, the best way to find a Master when you’re a beginner in France? Many thanks again for taking time to answer me. i wish you a great day. faggot didier (as the MASTER i’m chatting with calls me and i love it)
I said that about France because of the number of French Alphas I’ve chronicled on this site over the years, the number of French Alphas and Masters (not cashmasters) I communicate with on X and elsewhere. They all seem to be much more attuned to hierarchy in France than any other country.
To find a Master in France (or anywhere), it starts with your immediate circle of contacts. Think about the Men you regularly come into contact with or personally know. Are any of them Men you’d like to serve? Then make yourself useful to those Men, be complimentary, be submissive to them. When you feel comfortable enough with them and think there is a possibility, you offer your services as their faggot. You can use my “Letter To An Alpha” or my book “May I Serve You, Sir?” to make that conversation possible.
If you try this, you’ll find success. I promise! Especially in France!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the enduring legacies I wish for this site is that it teaches as many people as possible the truth about hierarchy, and that the truth they embrace fulfills them in the most important of ways. Of course, this site is mainly about how faggots unlock hierarchical power within straight and gay Men.
However women, although not a direct part of Male hierarchy, are also affected by it. If anything, women of the last 100 years have been actively resisting Male hierarchy in the pursuit of autonomy and equality, and this has led to a breakdown of natural Male/female roles and purposes. What a shame. I’ve preached it forever: if women just accepted their place beneath the natural reign of a Man, they would be so much happier and more fulfilled.
Of course, when I used to write that about women on Tumblr I received death threats.
You might remember Queen Sophie, the extraordinary mother of a young God Alpha named Master Lucas. She’s the one who originally contacted me about how her son owned faggots who were literally worshiping him and serving him.
What was most exciting about her letter was the fact that she didn’t write to me out of fear, but of PRIDE. Here was a woman who understood hierarchy in a primal way. SHE GOT IT. And even though Sophie is a strong woman, she admitted that she yearned to find an Alpha she could honor, love, and worship.
Well, I’m proud to say Queen Sophie has indeed found her King!
On July 20th I received the following message from her:
And maybe by then I’ll have another man in my life, and this one will be a partner and a lover… At least, if things turn out the way I hope they will with Raphael, the man I met through work and have started seeing. I’ll tell you all about it if it comes up, my good sam. For now, let me just say that the man seems to possess all the qualities of a true Alpha… and that he awakens a part of my womanhood that has remained latent for a long time. The part willing to submit to who deserves it.
Anyway, thank you again, sam the faggot. You are a good boy!
So I was pretty excited to hear that there was a new Alpha on the horizon for her. But nothing could prepare for what was to come!
Finally Queen Sophie returned with the following update:
My good boy sam,
Oh my dear! I’m almost shaking with emotion as I’m writing. I definitely need to tell you about my love life! I think it might be of interest for you, as it features a clear Alpha male. I’m sorry if what I’m about to write sounds like a long, sappy romance novel… but I can’t help but put down in writing what I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, leading up to a great moment last weekend!
A while back, my company worked on a joint project with another one. As a team leader, I worked with several colleagues from that other firm during various work meetings. Their own manager was Raphael, the new man in my life.
Raphael is a Black man. He is tall, bald, with a face of amazing virile beauty and a muscular body that shines even through his suit. He exudes charisma, confidence, and a natural authority. To be honest, when first saw him, my womanhood kicked in right away like it hasn’t done in years! Even though I was doing my best to remain professional and look out for the best interests of my company and my team, I was overwhelmed by an instinctive respect and admiration for this man.
That’s why I naturally called him “Sir”, even though the usual practice is to address one another by first names or, at most, “Mr/Mrs Surname”. Right after our first meeting, when we spoke privately afterwards, he said to me: “You can call me Raphael, beauty.” All I could answer was: “Thank you, Sir. I mean, Raphael.”
Our team meetings often turned into a conversation between the two of us, a mixture of verbal sparring and flirting… I made a point of demonstrating my authority and competence, and we’d banter back and forth. I sometimes found it hard to keep my composure in the face of his charming smile…
I remember one time when, after a presentation I thought was flawless, Raphael congratulated me before pointing out a mistake I’d made, in a tone that was at once calm, firm, and seductive. I blushed and stammered “Oh well, yes… Thank you for fact-checking it, Raphael, Sir.” After the meeting, one of his assistants came over to tease me about what had happened, saying that his boss was always spot-on when it came to detecting mistakes. Raphaël overheard us and came to my defense: “Don’t be too cocky, boy. She’s smarter than you’ll ever be. You could be her lapdog.” The assistant left, looking quite sheepish, while I told “Thank you, Sir. Raphael, that is.” He said “You’re welcome, beauty. I meant it.” and I blushed.
Before long, we found ourselves meeting up for drinks after work (and he always refused to let me pay, no matter how much I insisted, so I let him treat me).. We chatted about everything, business, politics, culture… Every time, I was impressed by the depth of his intelligence and his knowledge, combined with his commanding charm. I did my best not to be outdone and to show him my own worth, even though I was completely captivated by his face. His gaze and his smile conveyed a mix of attention, respect, amusement, and something indefinable that gave me butterflies in my stomach.
After our professional partnership ended and we no longer had any reason to see each other at work, Raphael asked me for my personal contact information. “Give me your private number, so I can invite you out for dinner whenever I want to.” I did it while trying to act as nonchalant as I could, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
And that’s how, last Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, I received the following text message: “Cancel whatever you have planned for tonight. I’ll pick you up at your place. Dress nicely. Be ready without fail at 8 p.m. Raphael.” My first thought was “You entitled cocky man! What if I had plans? You expect me to just obey you?” And of course, I obeyed him. I got dressed up like I hadn’t in years and waited anxiously for him.
When he arrived, Raphael sized me up with a knowing look and said, “Perfect. You did what I told you. You’re even more beautiful than ever.” I blushed and thanked him… I felt like a teenager again! He took me by taxi to a fancy restaurant where he had reserved the best table. What a magical evening! The most romantic one I’ve ever experienced. The chemistry between us is so natural, filled with sincere compliments and playful banter.
As dinner was coming to an end, Raphael leaned toward me and whispered to me. “Can I tell you how I really feel? You are an outstanding woman. You’re gorgeous, you’re proud, fierce, strong, smart.” I began to thank him and I was about to compliment him back, but then he interrupted me and added “But with me, you’re gonna be special. I’m going to turn you into my obedient slut.” As you can imagine, I was caught off guard! But I regained my composure and replied nonchalantly, “Well, I’m curious to see that. Challenge accepted.”
When he walked me home, I casually invited him up for one last drink. Without going into details, we started kissing right away and continued into the bedroom. And it turns out Raphael isn’t just as good a lover as I thought he was: he’s even better. How can I tell you how I felt when he entered me? Seven inches of pure raw virility inside of me… I have to say, I’m relieved that Lucas is at summer camp! I’d be embarrassed if my son heard his mother’s screams of pleasure…
While he was having his way with me, I said to Raphael, “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” So he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Watch your manners, my love. If you want more, you have to beg for it.” Without thinking, I yielded right away. “Please, I beg you! Keep going, don’t stop! I beg you, Sir, it feels so good! Please!” Then he smiled and obliged, saying “That’s better. Good girl.”
It was the most wonderful night of love I can remember. I fell asleep on his muscular chest while he stroked my hair. The next morning, he left early. As he was getting dressed, he kissed me in bed as I was waking up and whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me if you want to do this again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Don’t dsappoint me, love. Prove your loyalty to your new master.”
So now, my good sam, the ball is in my court. I’m taking my time, but I know I won’t be able to resist for long before I beg him to favour me once again. I also know that I must not blow this step. I feel the time has come to surrender. To give myself and to submit to him. I think this weekend I’ll invite him over for dinner, where I’ll cook for him and wait on him at the table. I’m also thinking of greeting him in a sexy outfit, possibly on my knees, and swearing obedience to him. Maybe even kissing his feet… I don’t know. I need to think it over.
Anyway, my dear servant sam, if you ever decide that this story is worth sharing on your site, I would greatly appreciate it if you could delay its publication until Saturday. You know, just in case. I also need to have a word with Lucas on the phone first, I’d rather he hear what he needs to know from me. He hasn’t met Raphael yet, even though I briefly mentioned our dates with him. Maybe one day he could become his stepdad… But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!
Here’s what I wanted to share with you, my good sam! Thank you for being such a trusted confidant for me, as well as a preceptor and worshipper for my son Lucas.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
As you might imagine, I was floored by this letter. It was clear that Sophie had come upon a true God Alpha who has completely embraced his role as a King among Men.
Even better, Sophie allowed herself to be taken by Master Raphael, easily submitting to his power. She did everything right, but now she was looking for advice from me to really make a powerful statement of submission for him. So I advised her on what to do for their next date.
Read what she wrote about her next date, and see if you can identify my teaching in her actions:
My good sam,
Please my good sam, do publish my story! I need to share with the world my awe for Raphael!
Last thursday, I sent him a message :
“Dear Raphael, Sir,
Would you grant me the honor to come and dine at my place tomorrow night?
Very respectfully,
Sophie”
He replied positively. Last night, he came into my apartment; the door was already open when he arrived. I came out of my room wearing an elegant but simple evening gown, my shoulders bare. I was glad to catch all his attention. He remains calm but was clearly very pleased and appreciative. He looked me up and down and said “You are so beautiful, my love.”
Then, I knelt down before him and I said the words I had been rehearsing for hours. “Raphael, my beloved Master, I must apologize. I didn’t treat you with all the respect I owe you. You are a king amongst men and I am so grateful you have chosen to honor me. My home is yours and I will cook whatever you want in the kitchen and do whatever you want in bed.” Then I bowed down until my forehead touched the ground at his feet.
I think I heard some kind of roar of delight! Raphael said “Such a good girl. Get up on your knees.” I sat up, kneeling facing him. “You know your duty” he said, and I understood. I carefully pulled his cock out of his pants. What a thrill to see this tremendous trophy of manhood! I did my best to worship it, even though it was difficult. His moans of pleasure made me vibrate with happiness! His cum was delicious!
I then took off his jacket and shoes and led him to the table, where I served him the meal I’d spent the whole day preparing. I took great care of him throughout his dinner. I then offered to give him a massage on the couch, which he accepted. I massaged his shoulders, his back, and then, at his request, his feet. He remained stoic and laconic for a long time, but then he said to me, “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.” Flattered, I tenderly kissed his bare feet and thanked him.
Then he said “How badly do you want me to make love to you?” I answered: “With all my heart. I beg you, Sir! Please!” He leaned down and grabbed my chin “Good. My cock does want your pussy again” and then he kissed me.
I can’t tell you in detail about the wonderful night of sex we had and all the orgasms he gave me, my screams of pleasure, and his roars of triumph. This morning, I woke up nestled in his arms and resting my head on his chest. I kissed his pecs and thanked him profusely. “Thank you so, so much…” I kept saying. Raphael told me “You treated me like the king I am. I rewarded you accordingly.” My heart was leaping with joy.
As he was leaving, Raphael promised me that he would invite me over to his place soon to give me a glimpse into his own life. I can’t wait to see him again! My good sam, I finally feel like a woman again! I haven’t felt this happiness of being taken and dominated since Lucas’s father!
I talked to Lucas about Raphael and let him know that I’d be sharing details about my personal and sex life on your site. So it’s totally fine for you to publish this. I’m really looking forward for Lucas and Raphael to meet!
How thrilling is that???
I’m so proud of my Queen Sophie for submitting so profoundly to Master Raphael! There are revealing moments in this account that I think all submissives (female or faggot) should deeply ponder over. For instance, when Sophie knelt at his feet, Master Raphael “roared with delight”! That’s because Alphas have a natural need to be worshiped. This is not hyperbole. Once we recognize that and apply it, so many possibilities unlock! Faggots generally understand this, but women generally have no clue.
Also note that Master Raphael thanked her for “treating him like the King he is”. Real, fully-actualized Alphas know their place and accept nothing less. A true Alpha doesn’t need us to tell them they’re Alpha. He expects us to accept it and treat him accordingly!
This is such a powerful and important story because it proves that hierarchy isn’t a fetish for perverted gays, but rather, it’s a very real power dynamic that is predictable and impactful across all of humankind.
I told Queen Sophie that Master Raphael and Master Lucas will have some amazing conversations once they meet, as they both have ways to advise the other on how to grow even more powerful!
I thank and praise Queen Sophie for sharing her story! It’s my great honor to know her and Master Lucas, and their glorification continues to be part of my privilege as their faithful faggot!
Hello Brothers and Sirs, this is a serious post that I would like to divulge. When I was a young teen, age 14, I was molested by an older man. Basically, I was groomed. I would walk to school and back home passing this guys house in the same street as where I lived. He was friendly and likeable. Absolutely no hint of anything bad. He would be in his front yard and strike a polite chat with me whenever possible. Nothing bad, mainly just niceties and talking about the weather and his garden. It was just like this for a long time, maybe several weeks, when one late afternoon when I was walking home, he stops me for a chat. Invited me in for an Orange Juice and I felt that there was no harm so I went inside his house. As I went in, I saw that he was playing some hardcore gay porn. Plenty of hardcore oral and anal. It was the first time I was exposed to any porn really. He told me to sit on the sofa which I did. I also wanted to watch the porn as I was curious and it just looked hot to me. He sat opposite me on a chair. He brings me a glass of orange juice and sits down. After a short while, he pulls his dick out and starts stroking. He tells me to relax and if I wanted to, I could pull out mine and do the same. I did not do that. From memory though, I was getting curious and aroused. He would ask me questions about what I think about the porn on show. To be honest I can’t remember if I answered. I may have tried to deflect. Multiple questions were asked. One question that rings a bell was that he asked me if I’d like to try. More questions until eventually he said if I’m curious, I could just get on my knees. I didn’t. Eventually he sits next to me, his Dick erect and exposed right next to my arm. He asked me if I’d like to touch it. I said maybe. He grabs my hand and places it on his dick. See, it’s not so bad he said to me. Now try jerking it up and down. I did as he told me. I was jerking him for some minutes. He would encourage me that this is normal. I have nothing to be ashamed about. I should just surrender and let that little boy out just like on the tv. Then he tells me to kneel in front of him and get close and just look at it. I did as I was told. Then he encouraged me to give it a kiss. I kissed it on the tip. He says I’m a good boy. Then he tells me to open my mouth because it’s time I learned to be just like the boys on tv. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Before you know it, I had a cock in my mouth at 14. He would instruct me to do it like the boys on tv. So I tried my hardest to mimick what I was watching on his tv. He would encourage me, say I’m a good boy, and that I’m making Daddy very happy. To be fair, I was enjoying it too. Yes it was wrong and I know I was being groomed now, but I really enjoyed it. I wanted more and more. I must have been sucking for quite a while.
Eventually, he pulls his dick out and gets up. He makes me stand up. He said to me it’s time to go to the bedroom and show me how to be a very good boy. Makes me take all my clothes off. He places me on all fours with legs together. Head down ass up in the air. He gives me a pillow to bite on for comfort as what will happen next may hurt a little bit and he told me to not be afraid. I knew what was about to happen. I knew I was about to lose my anal virginity. He said that he will start off slow and that all I need to do is be a good boy. So then he applies generous amounts of lube on my rear and starts to finger me. Then, his dick entered me Slowly. Very slowly. Yes it wasn’t the most comfortable thing. But he slowly works it in all the way and keeps it there. Tells me to breath and get use to the feeling. Slowly he worked his way to a more rigorous action. Then spreads my legs and pounds me till he finished off inside me. He then said to my that I was a very good boy for Daddy and I could come over anytime. Gave me aftercare. Good afterwards, words of encouragement, that what I did was just be myself and is normal.
So that was how I was groomed. The thing is, I kept going back for more and more. I enjoyed sucking him and I enjoyed the anal sex. I kept going back for months. And he would use me. Even honorifics were involved. He was Daddy and he would call me boy. Well I really was a boy. An under aged minor in fact that should not have been used like this. I was a Pedophile victim. I was groomed and violated.
Today, dealing with this trauma, I often wonder if these events moulded me into what I am today as a TPE Gay Bottom Boy. Or was this nature already wited within me? I must have definitely been gay leaning. But did this experience make me more submissive? I’m always looking for explanations about my sexuality and submissive nature. The way I try to rationalise things is that the attraction to men was already wired into me by Mother Nature. Did he bring the sub bottom boy out from within, or did my Sub Bottom nature develop from the trauma as my psychology was rewired creating its own neurons due to the experiences of being dominated by an Authority figure, making me desire this in adulthood?
All I know is today, as an adult, I accept who I am and what I am. I control my desires and interests. I know what I want and need. And I own and affirm myself as a Gay Bottom Submissive. It makes me feel happy, soft and vulnerable.
My brother, thank you for sharing this experience!
First of all, I want to tell you how sorry I am that you went through this. It’s something no child should ever experience. Honestly, I’m mortified at the selfishness of this person who did this. Some might call him an Alpha, but I don’t. He’s a sick person who should’ve gone to prison.
And by the way, I’m not trying to make you feel bad about yourself or imply that you’re to blame in any way. You were young and doing things that no doubt intrigued you and even excited you, so going back again and again was probably a natural thing.
You raise a great question, one that has confounded me as well. It’s sort of a “chicken and the egg” conundrum: Were you born a faggot, or turned into one because of this experience?
I know that most faggots are born that way. I certainly was, as were most of the faggots I’ve spoken with during my life. It’s all we ever remember, even from our earliest memories. Many faggots would gladly choose something else if they could, so it’s not a choice.
But then there are complex outliers like you who don’t fit neatly into predictable boxes or categories.
I’ve read that many child molesters can tell which children to isolate and groom via some poorly-understood mechanism. Often even the molesters themselves can’t fully explain how. Did the person who molested you sense that you were a gay boy? Did he sense your submissiveness? How can we ever know that? I know Alphas can sense faggots and other subs around them … is that the same thing? These are questions I have that will probably never be answered to my satisfaction, or anyone’s.
I can say this, though: I’m very proud of the way you assimilated your experience and made it part of your history that colors and informs your life today. You sound like a courageous and intelligent person who simply refuses to play a victim. Your assimilation of your trauma reminds me of how I assimilated my rape. Rather than allowing to destroy me, I allowed my intellectual curiosity to work through it and help me understand the deeper meaning of it.
You’re a survivor, and you should be proud of that, my brother! Thank you for sharing your personal journey!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
There are some Alpha Masters who are super-serious about their superiority and they get very performative in their demands. It always feels insecure to me, but that’s probably because I was trained and owned by Alphas from the other end of the spectrum. Those Alphas relish their power, but they don’t worry at all about losing their position because they are secure enough to know they’ll never lose that power unless they shout and demand.
Master Joe is one of those secure Alphas.
I’ve had a “flirt affair” with Master Joe ever since he first wrote to me. We’re playful with each other in an affectionate way, but there’s always a respect for him beneath the playing. It’s that respect that causes me to sit up straight whenever Master Joe has some correction for me.
While discussing Alpha Matt’s curiosity for ass fucking, I mentioned that Alphas like to cause pain for fags when they fuck them because it strokes their egos. I didn’t really think of this as a controversial statement.
But Master Joe had a terrific perspective on this:
Hey, my sexy Sam This is your Master Joe from Spain. Since we won the World Cup I’ve been breeding my boyfriend so often, that I neglected to give you some attention too lol but I took some time to check the site today and jerk off, and I just saw the story of my Alpha brother Matt and his fag Andres. I read his whole thread and he seems to be a really nice guy, quite similar to my world view tbh and I wish I could fuck Andres too lol
But I wanna say something about your post. When you were talking about Matt and his desire to fuck ass for the first time, you said “Frankly, he seemed so nice and confident that I thought he’d never want to hurt someone by fucking them in the ass.”
Come on, Sam!! There are some guys who don’t care at all about fags and girls, but Alphas like me and Matt don’t wanna fuck ass to harm, we don’t hurt the fags and the girls we breed. We know that a little bit of pain is just a REMINDER of who is the Man in bed. Your mindset is “he wants to fuck some ass, in spite of being nice and confident” but you should think “he wants to fuck some ass BECAUSE he is nice and confident” hahaha
You know I love you, my sexy Sam, don’t get me wrong But there are many good Alphas like Matt and myself who want to protect and take care of weak fags, and in return we have the need to breed them. We fuck their ass to make them feel safe, not to hurt their holes, and when we do end up hurting their holes we give a lot of aftercare until they forget about their sore pussy.
You know, I wish we could have this conversation in person because while I explain my thoughts you’d have a nice cock down in your throat lol I miss you, my sexy fag
First of all, congratulations on the World Cup victory, Master Joe! I especially loved their win given Trump’s ignorant comments about Spain at the start of the World Cup. FUCK TRUMP!
I also love to learn that Master Joe is stroking his big dick to the site! It’s almost like I’m pleasing him in person (actually, it’s nowhere near as good as in-person!).
I think Master Joe is completely right to correct my language (or my over-generalization) about Alphas causing fags and females pain while fucking them. It’s an important point to remember that there is simply no way that an Alpha’s cock won’t cause some pain. Honestly, I think working through that pain is part of a faggot’s purpose. We endure pain in order to please our Kings.
But Master Joe’s real point is that I shouldn’t generalize that all Alphas enjoy causing that pain like they’re sexual versions of Vlad the Impaler. There are certainly some Destroyer Alphas out there actively trying to cause faggots pain. And Master Joe is right.
Because the real truth is that there are incredible Protector Alphas like Alpha Matt and Master Joe who might cause pain when they fuck someone, but then provide genuine aftercare to calm and soothe their “victims”. It’s one of those many qualities that sets the truly powerful Alphas from the rest!
But now that Master Joe ahs publicly corrected me, I feel like I’m in need of some aftercare! Where’s that dick he promised me?? LOL
The following post is part of a thread chronicling an 18-year-old virgin French faggot named Loic who has been claimed my straight God Alpha Master Jerome. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I spent most of my life being anti-condom, and somehow I never got an STD. Seriously. I feel like I somehow tap-danced through the minefield of sexually transmitted diseases, and there’s definitely a sense of survivor’s guilt hanging over me today. I mean, shouldn’t I have at least gotten HERPES or something??
Writing this site has forced me to try to be cautious about my “no condoms” viewpoint, because I certainly don’t want to be the cause of someone getting something life-altering! However, with the advent of truly effective prophylactic meds like PrEP (soon to be a twice-yearly injectable!), the risks associated from being bred by an Alpha are drastically reduced. We should all be celebrating these advances, because they are making sexual pleasure much less scarier than a few decades ago.
Even though I don’t discuss condoms much here, yesterday’s post about Master Hulk and his disdain for condom use (like all powerful Alphas) was going to inevitably turn the discourse here toward that taboo. First up: Loic, the former virgin faggot of God Alpha Jerome in France:
Hi brother!! This is Loic from France, everything is good here and Jerome is breeding me multiple times a week now. My hole is more and more looking like a real pussy, and it feels great!
I have a quick question, brother… I just read Master Hulk’s text (so hot!!) and I can’t stop thinking about what he said about condoms. He said that Noah wants him to wear condoms when he fucks girls, but he doesn’t do it all the time. Well, I do the same thing with Jerome… I LOVE to know that he has other fags to fuck and other girls too, because he deserves it! But I asked him if I could be the only one he fucks bareback and he said that he would think about it. I asked my doctor what to do, I didn’t say I’m a fag, but I said that I had a boyfriend with a open relationship. He is a straight man, but he just chuckled and said “well, as your doctor, I must tell you that I don’t think your partner will wear condoms, but we can find ways to make it less risky to you”. He asked me if Jerome was a bottom too (can you imagine??) and I said that he does not bottom at all, so apparently the risks of bareback sex are lower. But my doctor recommended me to do the test every 3 months and take prep just in case.
I told to Jerome about this appointment, and his plan is: both of us going on prep, taking all the tests every 3 months, he breeds me bareback, he fucks other guys and girls bareback too, but I do not let other Men fuck me. I still asked him to wear a condom, but I don’t want to insist too much… he told me to talk to you, but now that I read this account by Hulk I decided to finally reach out to you.
What would you do if you had a sexy, generous, and gorgeous French Alpha willing to breed you multiple times a week, but reluctant to wear a condom when fucking other people?
Thank you Sam!! I love you 🙂
I’ll answer Loic’s question first: you know EXACTLY what I’d do: I’d let that French Alpha do whatever he wants!
Given that Master Jerome is a straight Alpha who would NEVER bottom (the idea is LAUGHABLE!), there is virtually no chance he’d ever contract HIV. Therefore, I’d never even ask him to use a condom on me or anyone else. There’s also virtually no chance that Master Jerome’s powerful need to conquer and breed faggots and females will ever be controlled. This was one of the primary reasons he exists! Petty fears and insecurities will never rein in his needs!
But, true to form, Master Jerome didn’t get upset when Loic brought up the subject of condoms and/or preventative care. Not at all! In fact, Master Jerome is willing to take PrEP along with his fag in order to keep breeding! That kind of deep understanding is such a rare quality anymore in Alphas! It reveals the depth of love and care Master Jerome has for his faithful little fag!
I really love the dynamic Master Jerome and Loic have built together. It’s essentially the perfect relationship for both! It’s not surprising that it works so well, because it’s built entirely on hierarchical truth!
Hello sam, A MASTER i’m chatting with (HE is very kind to accept to answer my questions and give me great advice on my path to submission even though W/we live far away and i’ll very proboably never serve HIM) suggested i might contact you. HE mentioned your website to me and i’m glad i found it as you seem to be a very experienced sub and a very generous one who gives precious advice. i’m a beginner in submission. i never served a Master yet but i’m looking for one as, deep inside, i feel the need to kneel and serve at the feet of a Superior Man. i’m 58 and i used to be straight. It took me time to understand and accept that my nature is to serve an Alpha. i have one major question as a beginner: can a sub have a personal life? i know being a sub means taking care of the Master’s needs, make His life better, do the chores He commands, serve Him the way He wants. i know it requires some sacrifices, to do some things i may not like at first and i’m ready for that. However i also can’t imagine my life without seeing my friends, having drinks or going out with them, reading books, going to the movies, travelling… Is it possible to serve a Master and still have a personal life of your own when you’re a sub? As a beginner, i can’t imagine being a 24/7 servant. Maybe it will come, maybe not but this is not a question for me now. i guess everything probably gets clearer when one finds the right Master. i would be happy to have your opinion, based on your experience, about how a sub may reconcile service to a Master and personal life. Please accept my apologies if the expression of my feelings is not perfectly clear as english is not my native language (i’m french). Many thanks for taking time to read this message and, if you feel like it, for answering it. And many thanks for your website. i wish you a great day. beginner in submission didier
Thank you for writing, my brother Didier!
How exciting for you to finally live out your truth! I’m glad you’re experimenting with a long-distance Alpha so you can at least get a taste of submission! But, as you’re probably thinking, you really need to find local Alphas to serve. Fortunately, you live in France, the country with more powerful Alphas per square kilometer than I’ve ever known!
You make a great point about balancing life as a faggot with the life you’re accustomed to living. And yes, if you do find an Alpha to own you as your Master, some of your life will need to change to some degree. I think you can agree with me that you’d like to make some changes so you can find fulfillment.
But honestly, every Alpha/faggot relationship is different. Some Masters let their faggots live a mostly-normal life, while others want their faggots to be chained-up slaves. So the key here is to find an Alpha that best suits how you feel now as a beginner. As you grow, you may want something more intense. So I don’t think you need to worry much about that right now.
So be careful and really examine your Alpha choices before choosing the one who will be your Master!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There are a couple of milestone moments that transformed this humble Tumblr sex blog into a mammoth site of hierarchical truth. One was the discovery of Master Jase (California Alpha). Another was the story of Frat Fag (which will be returning soon to the paid threads portion of the site).
But the story of straight Master Jin and his college roommate Chin mushroomed into a saga so gigantic that I almost lost fingers trying to type fast enough. Through countless hours of messaging, emails, counseling, and recording every word for posterity, Master Jin’s story nearly broke me … but it also built the foundation for this monstrosity you’re reading today.
Master Jin’s story started in 2019, and here we are still talking in 2026. A lot has changed with Master Jin since then. He’s now a successful doctor who bravely and tirelessly fought the COVID epidemic in Canada. He has a steady girlfriend.
But some things remained the same. He still owns Chin and Lee as his live-in faggots. They’re both still caged. He still milks them a couple of times a week. And he makes sure they’re constantly filled with his potent seed.
I recently had a conversation with Master Jin that started with Master Jin asking this: “Do you think Lee is happy being my fag?”
So I shared this beautiful thought Lee had sent to me:
Needless to say, Master Jin was really happy to hear that … so happy that he went home that night and cunted Lee!
Lee is in a bit of a mess because I managed to cunt him again this evening. Faggot I did it because you showed me the message he sent I knew he was in need of a good fuck. Lee is a very good fuck. I do enjoy my faggots.
Then came a couple of surprises regarding Master Jin’s girlfriend:
okay but she has a hard time about my fags. When I showed her that they were caged that did not help. She is still processing it I think. Feels so normal to me.
Then, another doozie:
Well it was bad. She came back and I was fucking Lee. She was upset. She went back to her mums.
Wow! That’s crazy! However, it’s an Alpha’s right to use whatever he wants. A female can just leave if she can’t handle the fact that very dominant Alphas must exercise their power over everyone, both females and faggots. It’s simply nature.
But then something happened that demonstrates the absolute power Alphas have to really change those they own:
I called Lee a good girl as I was milking her the other day. I think things are changing for the best.
Lee told me about this incident, and how it affected him:
Since Jin cunted me twice in only two weeks I feel very strange. I am not a man I understand that. I think I am more a girl than a faggot. When he said that I’m a “good girl” on the weekend it triggered something deep inside me. I really am a girl trapped in a man’s body. I have not even talk to Jin about it yet.
Think about that: a Master’s words to his faggot can change its entire perception of itself or trigger deeper needs within it!
Master Jin thinks the prolonged chastity and being cunted repeatedly is responsible for Lee’s desire to have a sex change operation. I don’t necessarily agree. But we did see a similar course with Master Matt’s faggot Yul many years ago. I don’t think transsexualism is understood well enough to make any definitive statement.
Every time I talk to Master Jin and his beautiful, obedient faggots Chin and Lee, I’m filled with joy and pride. We’ve been through so much together, and yet every day I learn more and more from them!
The following post is part of a thread following a faggot named Caio who wants to serve his two straight Alpha friends Felipe and Marcello, but they both have different issues with it. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s a scientific fact that all straight Alphas want to fuck assholes. Why? Because it’s tighter, it’s taboo, and it’s painful for the receiver. Men have deep sadistic streaks running through them, and they can barely hide it even when they’re trying.
There’s just one huge problem for these straight Men and Alphas: women almost entirely hate being fucked in the ass and will do whatever they can to refuse it.
This does, of course, provide a huge opening (no pun intended) for faggots to offer their own holes for use. That’s one reason why we’ve seen an increasing number of straight Alphas owning faggots. Not only will a faggot never tell an Alpha “no”, but it will practically beg for even more dick and cum! Straight Alphas are getting wise to this.
But so are the girlfriends of these straight Alphas. They don’t want to be repeatedly fucked in the ass by their Alphas, so why not arrange for the boyfriend to fuck a faggot instead? It takes the burden off of the girlfriend, while also making use of a fag’s natural function.
It’s one of those few situations where a faggot is a perfect solution to a persistent problem!
Notice how that situation is happening to Caio:
Hi brother Sam! This is Caio again, I sent you two messages about my complicated life with Marcelo and Felipe. Do you remember me?
I told you that Felipe was too politically correct and Marcelo just makes jokes about me being a fag. And I was trying to serve them.
I have been serving Marcelo by making his girlfriend’s hair, make-up, and nails for three weeks now. She is really nice and really sweet with me. She always says how much she loves the gays and how her best friends are all feminine guys. We got really close to each other and it didn’t take too long for us to start talking about Marcelo. After a few days talking about superficial stuff, she said “you know Caio, I’m gonna tell you something because you’re my girly friend, but Marcelo has a huge dick, he gives me too much work”. I was so horny that I needed to make a huge effort not to show her how much I desire her boyfriend’s cock. But I just said “girl, you should enjoy it, I wish I had a pussy like you, that would make my life so much easier” and she laughed and went a bit deeper, and said “you know, I admire you gay bottoms because I would never let a man touch my ass, it hurts to take him in my pussy, I’m sure he’ll never convince a girl to take him in the ass, no matter how much he tries”. I told her that Marcelo is a really great guy and she should at least try, but she just chuckled and said that “she lets anal sex for the gays because she already has a pussy”. I didn’t want to insist, so I just changed the topic and went back to preparing her beautiful hair.
My first thought was to serve Marcelo by convincing his girl to give him her virgin ass, but I don’t think this is gonna happen at all. And I have a a virgin ass too! I have already make out with other fags, and I have sucked the cock of two Alphas, but my ass is completely virgin and perfectly tight. That day when I arrived home I texted Marcelo and said “Sir, your girl is nice and ready for you, I hope you’ll have fun tonight”, then he send a clapping emoji and called me a really good boy. I told him that it is always a pleasure to serve him and that I’d always do anything that I could to make sure he’ll have a beautiful lady to satisfy him. I tested the waters and asked him if his girl was submissive and he just said “not even close”, but I was afraid of saying too much, so I didn’t say anything else.
I’m so horny and confused! I now know that Marcelo wants to fuck some ass, but his girl doesn’t accept it. I have a virgin ass and I’d be really happy to take him in my hole. At the same time, I am virgin and apparently he has a huge cock, so I don’t know if I can do it… please Sam, can you help me? What would you do in my place?
Regarding Felipe, I don’t actually have an update, but we are still in touch and I’m trying to see how it goes.
Thank you my lovely brother!
I’ve suggested in the past that I believe Alpha Marcelo’s “jokes” are not really jokes (I believe all such jokes have a seed of intentional suggestion in them). I do think Marcelo would do something with Caio if the situation was right.
Well, that situation might be right NOW. As Alpha Marcelo keeps joking around with Caio, his girlfriend is putting out vibes that she wants Marcelo to fuck Caio!
Caio asked me what I would do if I were in that situation. I would probably get Alpha Marcelo alone, kneel before him (or at least get physically lower than him) and ask him if I’ve been serving him well. Then emphasize to Alpha Marcelo that pleasing him pleases me (this concept is absolutely foreign to straight Men/Alphas). Then I would tell him about the conversation with his girlfriend, and then make it clear that my body belongs to him if he needs it.
Now, Alpha Marcelo might not immediately react positively to the suggestion, but the seed will have been planted. He’ll go away and think about that offer. Then watch what happens later!
That’s probably not the only way to handle it, it that’s how I would do it. Maybe tailor the approach to your own taste and style.
However, I think Alpha Marcelo is definitely attainable. He’s a ripe fruit waiting to be picked, so go get him, Caio!
Hi big brother, I want to ask your help for because my life now is a soap opera
I am 19, and I always loved men older and stronger. I dated for 6 months a bisexual guy who is 28, and now I am dating a gay Alpha, 31 years. They are both very dominant and very Alpha. We all live close to each other, and they met playing soccer. I thought they would not talk to each other and that my current boyfriend would feel jealous. But no! They started playing soccer, then started to go to the gym and drink beer together, following each other on Instagram, and they’re now close friends. My best friend is really jealous of her boyfriend, and she told me to cut the problem from the root and forbid my current bf to friends with my ex. At the same time, they’re both really Alpha and they only top, so I don’t think they will hook-up at all. I asked my current bf why he was so close to my ex, and he was very nice and said that if I was so uncomfortable he could stop hanging out with him, but I said that I just don’t want to be replaced because my way is way hotter than me. He is very athletic while I am just a short skinny submissive guy. My bf literally laughed and said that it’s more likely that he’ll become a priest than cheating on me with my ex. And then he said “if you think he’s gonna bottom for me, you’re wrong. If you think I’m gonna bottom for him, I’ll need to spank you for such an offense.” He said that as a joke, but guaranteed me that I was delusional for being jealous of two Alpha men hanging out. When I ask what they talk about hanging out so often, he chuckled and said “we love talking about the best ways to fuck your ass, baby”
So Sam, am I overreacting? They’re older and way more confident than me, so sometimes I feel afraid of losing him. But I also think my bestie is not the best person to ask about Alpha men. My ex and my current do not use words like Alphas and fags, but that’s basically what I was for my ex, and what I am for my current bf.
Can you please help me brother? I don’t wanna lose my bf, and if they get so close and decide to use me together, I don’t think I’d be comfortable having a 3some with my ex… love you big brother!
Thank you for writing to me, little brother!
First of all, congratulations on your success finding Alphas to serve! It sounds like you’ve been able to find stable, powerful Alphas who know what they want in a good faggot!
I’m not sure you’re going to like my opinion here, brother.
Your entire question revolves entirely around one person’s wants and needs: YOURS. However, a FAGGOT’S wants and needs are immaterial when it comes to serving/being owned by Alphas. Can you see what I mean?
I can’t tell you how ludicrous it sounds that you think your Alpha should take your opinion of who he befriends into consideration at all. Who cares if his friend is your ex-boyfriend? Who cares if you’re uncomfortable if they both use you together? You’re a faggot, brother. You don’t get a say. You just need to OBEY.
I can’t tell you the number of faggots who have lost Alphas because of attitudes like yours. You should really be grateful that your current Alpha isn’t pressing this issue with you. You are not equal to him, and he knows it. Your ex-boyfriend knows it. The only person who doesn’t seem to know it is YOU, and that’s a bad position for you!
I seriously encourage you to change your perspective immediately, put your head down, and submit.
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Kamal first wrote to me a couple of days ago, his expressed desire to serve his Alpha uncle Farid seemed difficult. Yes, his uncle is a professor of gender studies, and yes, his uncle has been talking to Kamal about hierarchy. It still seemed to be a difficult conversation. I answered him honestly, and gave him my advice. You can read that first QFR by CLICKING HERE.
Now, very often I advise people and they don’t take action. Of course, I can’t make anybody do what they’re unable to or unwilling to do. But there is only one thing is true: anyone who is unwilling to play the game will never, ever have a chance to win.
That is why I rejoiced when I received this inspirational update from Kamal:
Dear Sam,
Your words have been a quiet compass for me. I planned to write explaining why taking on household chores isn’t straightforward—his wife would notice the shift, and she already doesn’t like me much. Besides, between classes and varsity practice, I’m rarely home when she does them—but I’ve offered to help her and maybe i can slowly take over the tasks that relate to my uncle. I want to serve him. I want to be the one who meets his needs. But that’s not why I’m writing tonight.
Masculinity has always been a quiet puzzle for me. Outwardly, I fit the part: my posture, my voice, the way people read me. But inwardly, something else stirs. It’s when I imagine being taken by a man like my uncle that everything clarifies. More than anything, I want to serve someone I deeply respect and admire. Someone whose strength—steady, unyielding, effortless—makes me want to kneel. To show him how much I want him. To let him know, without doubt, that he owns me. That his pleasure is my purpose, and being used exactly as he desires is my calling. And because it’s my uncle who has awakened this in me, he’s the only one who can fill the hollow ache inside me. The one who can finally make me who i am.
In my heart I believe this confusion only ends when he takes me for his own. When he pushes deep enough that I stop being the man I thought I was—the one who hides behind a hard shell—and finally become what I’m meant to be. I need him to split my core open, peel away the disguise I’ve worn for years, and set who I truly am free for him to see. Buoyed by your words, today I decided to stop hiding. To “man up” one last time and tell him everything and be done hiding.
It went… I don’t really know how. I found him in his study, lost in a book. When I asked to speak with him seriously, he set it down and gestured to the couch. But instead of sitting across from him, I stepped close, dropped to my knees between his spread legs, and looked up into his eyes. He blinked, surprised. I told him everything—how long I’d waited, how deeply I wanted him, how his strength pulled at something in me I couldn’t name. I held his gaze the whole time, even as my voice trembled. When I finished, the weight of it hit me all at once. My chest shook. I looked down, and tears spilled over before I could stop them.
His hand found my head and he tilted it up until i was facing him. But I couldn’t look at him so I don’t know what he saw. He spoke in that low, steady voice I know means business: “This is true?” I actually don’t remember if it was a question or a statement. All I could do was say yes and that I’d never lie to him.
There was a long enough silence that I risked a glance at his face. His eyes locked onto mine, and something in them shifted—darkened, softened, or maybe both. He exhaled slowly. “I need some time alone with this, Kamal. I’m glad you told me. Don’t cry.” His thumb brushed away a tear, and I stood and left him there.
Now I’m waiting. My pulse won’t settle and I jump at every door opening, phone chiming. I can’t wait till he gets home tonight and it’s the thing I’m most afraid of at the same time. I don’t know what will happen, but I’ll tell you when I know.
Thank you for helping me.
HOORAY!!!
Kamal took action almost immediately, and was able to FINALLY express the feelings that had been tormenting him! And Sir Farid’s response was quite positive (others may read it differently), showing tenderness and empathy to his faggot nephew while also metering his response so as to not over-react! That is what true leaders do! I’m incredibly impressed by Sir Farid’s powerful example!
But I’m beyond proud of my brother Kamal! What he did took a lot of courage, strength, and humility! He opened his heart and offered himself with trust to the one Alpha in his life!
Why can’t more faggots do this? What stops them from trusting that superior Men would react in superior ways??
I can’t wait to find out the resolution to this situation!
Lately, I have been drawn more and more to destructive practices–financially, physically, and mentally. I have sought out crueler and more abusive alphas. I both crave and fear destruction. I know I should avoid it, but at times it is an overwhelming need, and only severe pain and humiliation can at least temporarily satisfy this need. And then I feel guilty for being such a weak faggot that I have these needs.
It sounds silly, but do you have any advice on how to pursue destruction safely?
Thank you,
fagjohn
Brother, thank you for writing!
I’ve never fully understood the faggot need/desire to be destroyed by Alphas. I think it stems from low self-esteem or some overriding shame, but it might be more complex than that. I don’t relate to that kind of extreme.
However, all faggots want to feel powerless and controlled. We want to surrender ourselves to the will of a superior Man and obey him. I think the destruction impulse is like a wild weed that grows like an offshoot from this natural desire of all fags.
But your desire to find “safe destruction” is pretty goofy, and basically impossible to find. It’s an oxymoron, right? It’s like asking for safe, medicinal doses of cyanide.
You need to meditate on why you’re wanting to have your life destroyed, brother. You’re worth more than that. I hope you realize it before it’s too late. I might suggest seeking a therapist for some concentrated work on isolating and eliminating such an impulse.
Hello. Hope you’re doing well. I live in Lebanon, Beirut and I’m a closeted faggot. In my situation where being a faggot is not acceptable in society how can I find my alpha to serve because it’s hard approaching random men in countries like these. I’ve only served online & sucked a cock or two (escorts). I’d like you to listen to your advice for someone like me. Thanks!
Thank you for writing, brother!
I get a fair number of letters from the Middle East, and my advice is usually the same: try to find a way to leave the Middle East. It’s way too risky trying to find an Alpha to serve there, even in the countries that are a bit more lenient (like Lebanon).
How might you do that? If you don’t have a highly-prized skill (like in medical or IT) or you’re not in college (which could get you sponsorship), then I suggest applying for asylum. Try to get to the embassy of a gay-friendly country (Canada and Australia, for example) and apply for asylum.
When I rescued Baby Boy from Syria in 2017, I managed to get him across the border into Lebanon, then flew him to Malaysia where I his him for two years until we got Australia to take him in. It’s definitely possible, and we did it without any clear plan and few resources. You can, too.
This is not a shock. There are plenty of well-hung faggots.
All it does is prove both the hierarchical truth about the existence of natural-born faqqots AND the fact that penis size means nothing when it comes to someone’s hierarchical place!!!
Hi im a 16 year old and im a faggot and i need your help because i dont know how to approach this part of myself ( sorry if my english is bad im from italy) and also how do i find a alpha my age? I been realy intrigued by tue story of master lucas and hope to find one like him what should i do?
Hi little brother! Thank you for writing! By the way, your English is just fine!
I wouldn’t pin my hopes on finding an Alpha like Master Lucas, because he’s a rare type of Alpha. However, I am sure there are Alphas in your school who could use a faggot. In school, you just start by being useful or looking for ways to serve nonsexually. Identify one or two Alphas you’d like to serve (hopefully you already know them) and start offering to buy things for them or do homework for them. Be genuinely complimentary about how they look (young Alphas love flattery and are triggered by it). Maybe even start calling them “Sir” (in Italian, of course) to see if that gets their attention.
The Alphas you seek are in your school. Go get them!
Dear Sam, I hope you’re doing great. My name is Kamal, and I’m an 18-year-old college student living with my uncle, Farid, who’s a professor of gender studies on campus. I’m writing to you because I think I’ve finally figured out who I am—a faggot, and I’m really excited to learn how I can help my alpha male uncle in the way he wants. Over the time we’ve been living together, Farid has introduced me to some interesting readings about gender and we’ve even discussed male hierarchy. The more I talk with him, the more convinced I get that I am a faggot and he is clearly an alpha male. Farid is incredibly dominant and masculine, with a beautiful muscular body that I can’t help but stare at. His pecs are luscious, his thighs are strong, his biceps look like safety to me, and his nipples are impossible to ignore. But what really gets my heart racing is his magnificent cock—8 inches long and so thick it makes me crave the pain of taking it for the first time. Just thinking about it makes me weak in the knees. I know that as a faggot, my main role is to serve and please my alpha male uncle. I’m eager to do whatever it takes to fulfill this role and become the ultimate sex slave for him. More than anything, I am ready to be cunted, relieved of the burden of false masculinity and transformed into a faggot by and for my uncle. I want to hurt for him, be caged by him, used by him, controlled and protected by him. It’s a physical need like hunger that I can’t stop thinking about. How can I make him see past his affection for me and as the fag I want him to make me into? How can I make him be the one to cunt me, make me feel the void, make me cum from being fucked by him while my cock is trapped in the cage he puts me in? Please Sam, help me. Kamal.
Kamal, thanks for writing!
Congratulations on discovering your true purpose! It’s an important step that is so vital for all faggots to embrace so they can live their best lives! I’m glad you’ve found the truth!
I’m pretty sure your uncle is Alpha as well. More importantly, based on his conversations with you, I believe he knows you’re a faggot. Because of the family connection, I’m sure that’s why he hasn’t forced you into submission already. However, all of those types of concerns fall away in the face of pure hierarchical truth. It doesn’t matter that he’s your uncle … he’s Alpha, and you were born to serve Alphas like him.
I know you’re all hot and bothered about getting fucked, but part of being a faggot is succeeding in the small details as well. Are you doing all of the domestic chores? Are you ironing his clothes, etc.? Are you serving him meals? Offering to provide other forms of domestic-like service? These should be happening, or you should start doing them. This will trigger in his mind that you are accepting your role as his faggot.
To break the ice even more, you might have him read my “Letter To An Alpha” (link in right sidebar). He’s a scholarly Alpha who understands hierarchy on some level, so I imagine that letter would ring true to him. I have little doubt that he would have a positive response after reading that (combined with your exemplary service around the house).
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later!CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??
I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.
Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:
Hello, Sam, how are you?
I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.
I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.
To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.
Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.
When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.
The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.
When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.
I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him. <span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.
But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.
I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.
You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.
Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).
The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”
The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.
When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone. <span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.
PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”
So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?
I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!
But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?
But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.
My name is Rulfo, and I am pretty sure I’m a faggot, but I’m 23 and no man has ever touched me. I’m not really attractive, I’m hairy, and a bit chubby. I think my life would be so much easier if I were cute, but it is what it is, and that’s okay. I have a co-worker who is openly bisexual and loves to brag about the girls and guys he fucks. Yesterday, we were talking (in Spanish) and in the middle of the sentence he said in English that our new intern, a 19-year-old guy, was “a good boy”. I didn’t understand what he meant, so I just smiled and then he said “do you know the difference between a bad boy and a good boy?”. I thought he was still talking about the college students we receive as interns, so I just said “well, good boys are more committed to their work.” He laughed and said “no, good boys deserve to be kissed, and bad boys deserve to be spanked, but at the end of the day both deserve to be bred”. I blushed immediately, it was so embarrassing, and at the same time so arousing, he kept laughing at my embarrassment. I arrived home and jerked off thinking about him. He is so Alpha and so confident in everything he does, I feel really safe when he’s around. At the same time, I am fully aware that I’m not as attractive as the cute intern or any other college twink he can find… what do you think? what would you do in my place? do you think comments/jokes like this one is just him being funny or maybe I should try to serve him?
I’ve been reading your work for 3 years, but that’s my first message to you. I hope you’ll be able to read it! I love you and your work, brother!
My brother, thank you for writing for the first time!
Let me just address the first part of your letter for a second. You say you’re “not attractive” because you’re hairy and chubby. I always encourage faggots who are serious about serving to try and get into the best shape they can, even if it’s just dieting and simple exercises. Do it for you and your self-confidence! The hair part might be more difficult to deal with, but even that can be solved. Even if you don’t, consider this: I have a fag friend who is obese and REALLY hairy, yet he serves all the time. Why? Because he knows what he wants and he isn’t shy. Being confident in yourself and your place as a faggot will overcome a lot of other, superficial issues.
This Alpha co-worker is very interesting to me. He’s quite confident and self-assured. I do think he was testing you with that statement. He was testing your reaction in order to see what it revealed about you possibly being a faggot. I thought you gave him an EXCELLENT response, and he played along! I’m proud of you for that!
So what did we learn? He fucks faggots, and he’s not too terribly picky (he breeds good boy and bad!) as long as they’re faggots (boys). He’s playful and he’s easy to talk to. And, most importantly, he understands the basics of hierarchy and recognizes it.
Here’s what I think you should do: since he’s already brought it up to you, ask him if you could ask a question and then ask him if he ever trains virgin faggots (maricons). Let him figure out that you’re talking about yourself. See where that conversation leads. Don’t be afraid of doing this, because he’s the one who introduced the subject. He did that for a reason!
If you just can’t get yourself to say that to him, let him read my “Letter To An Alpha” (in the right sidebar) and that will definitely break the ice!
I’m excited for you, Rulfo! This could be the break you need!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a caged faggot named Houston who struggled to take a straight Alpha without lube, but is now serving a mid-twenties Alpha from his gym.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Alphas live on the hair-trigger edge between their Protector and Destroyer Alpha sides. You can be owned by the most incredibly nurturing Alpha, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can set him off in ways you’d never expect.
I’m not saying this to scare any faggots, just to serve as a warning. So my advice is to obey at all times, even when you think he isn’t looking. That’s the only way you as a faggot can hope to safely survive.
Relatively-new faggot Houston discovered this fact about his new Master Mason the other day after a fairly hair-raising episode that involved a near-rape:
Hi sam,
Things had been going really well with my new Alpha (Mason) at the gym. He’d really gotten me on quite the routine across all forms of service over the past few weeks until a major incident happened.
There’s a guy – Tony – who is a large, built Black Man that comes by the gym towards closing to deliver supplies about once a week. I was in the laundry area when he arrived last weekend (normally on Mondays) and my 3” inseam shorts and cage bulge weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Mason likes me dressed like an inferior slut when it is less likely to be an issue after hours.
Well Tony took notice. He started teasing me and asking if I was a cocksucker/faggot. I, of course, confirmed right away as I don’t find it respectful to lie to a Superior Man like him.
He went about his delivery but I could tell he was constantly eyeing me. That’s when instinctively, I started sticking my ass out and arching my back more than needed to get some laundry out of the dryer. That was all it took. The next time he came in, I got a solid few slaps to my ass and then it was just Tony commanding me to “get on this dick faggot.”
It didn’t take me long to have it mostly down my throat – choking on it like a debased, sloppy whore. But his cock is massive. Probably 10+ inches. So it was a struggle. He worked up to quite a brutal face fucking from there before spinning me around so quickly I nearly lost my balance. Before I knew it, my shorts were down around my ankles and my caged clit exposed.
This is where I got a bit scared. I hadn’t taken a dick that big before and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to ask if I wanted to try it out. Without a second to process it, he thrust his dick to the balls and totally rearrange my guts without any mercy. It was so painful and unrelenting. I screamed out and tears began flowing freely down my face as he slammed the full length of his thick dick in and out. I have no idea how long it went on for but suddenly the door flung open and there was Mason – furious and seeing red. He ripped Tony off me and punched him square in the jaw.
I don’t recall all that happened in the moment. Just that Mason said “No one fucks MY faggot without my permission. Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”
“MY faggot.” That phrase of ownership and protection swept over me even in my post assault head spin. Tony was gone as soon as he stumbled back from the hit to the face.
Mason inspected my pussy and saw that it was pretty torn up/bleeding. After all his assertiveness and getting Tony off of me, I thought he would be nurturing in the moment. But I was dead wrong. He said he saw the whole thing on the security camera and that he’d even reversed the video after hearing my yelps and seeing me on the screen. And he wasn’t happy about what he saw leading up to it.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you flaunting yourself like a desperate whore in front of him. You practically begged for it. Now look – I’m down a delivery guy and I have a disloyal faggot with a useless pussy.”
I began crying all over again begging for his forgiveness and that I’d do whatever he wanted to get another chance.
He immediately threw me over his knee and gave me the hardest hand spanking I’ve ever received. It somehow hurt worse than a paddle or belt. And I think it was my guilt that stung the most. As his hand kept swatting full force he asked a series of questions that required me to affirm my owned status as his faggot.
“Whose faggot are you?!” – yours Sir!
“Whose cockwhore are you?!” – yours Sir!
“Whose cum and piss guzzling loser are you?!” – yours Sir!
The onslaught of questions didn’t stop for the entire spanking. He shoved a dirty pair of underwear from one of the Men’s laundry in my mouth as he left me sobbing on the floor. He came back a few minutes later and had something in his hand.
“If you’re going to have pussy that’s dripping like a bitch on the rag, then you’re going to be treated like one. Put it in.”
It was a tampon. He had gotten it from the women’s locker room. I have no experience with that but was not going to upset him further. So I fiddled with it and, with a lot of discomfort, buried it in my still raw pussy.
He just walked out saying “fucking pathetic” without even making eye contact.
I was so relieved that he still did use me some the rest of the weekend but only for face fucking, as a urinal and then even started having me eat his ass – especially after a long workout session or day at the gym. He really got into calling me “asswipe” at that point.
It was just today that he decided it was time to use my pussy properly but once he began his rut, it started bleeding again. And it was painful! That didn’t stop him breeding me but he let me know what a mess I was making on his dick.
Now I’m so worried about what to do, sam! I was mad at Tony but then just mad at myself for letting the situation become so disrespectful to my Alpha (and destructive to my cunt).
I’m not sure what to offer or say to Mason. I’m trying to think of new ways to worship him while hoping my pussy can heal. I’m worried about satisfying his needs while recovering and even have considered finding some willing twinks that might be of better service to him in the meantime – but I of course am worried he may prefer one of them over me after that and just dismiss me outright.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated! Don’t know where to go from here 🙁
houston
My initial reaction to Master Mason arriving and beating up Sir Tony the black Alpha who tried to rape Houston was to practically jump up and down for joy. That is pure Protector Alpha behavior, and it really spoke to me that Master Mason’s appreciation for his personal faggot was growing stronger.
But then came Master Mason’s real feelings.
I wasn’t prepared for the way Master Mason reacted to the way Houston responded to Sir Tony’s aggressive flirting. I think it’s hard for Alphas to understand the reactions of faggots in situations in which they feel vulnerable. It’s a natural defense mechanism we have. I think Master Mason mistook some of that.
I’m so sorry that Houston was injured, and that his Master didn’t see that damage as something of a crime against his property. He seemed to view it as something Houston asked for rather than what it was – an assault – and that Houston should be shamed for it. What an unpleasant way to handle that!
I can definitely imagine how awful Houston feels, first from messing up and getting assaulted, and then being shamed and slightly abandoned by his Master! I do think Master Mason looks bad here, but like I said at the outset, Alphas straddle a line temperamentally and it’s often hard to predict.
Personally, I think Houston should continue to serve Master Mason and try to do his best to smooth-over the situation with faithful and sorrowful service. Hopefully it softens Master Mason’s heart, and he realizes he reacted too harshly. Being a dominant Alpha doesn’t mean you can hurt people unjustly and expect others to accept it.
My heart is with you, Houston! You’re doing a good job, brother, so don’t give up. These are all just all part of learning about yourself, your abilities, and your purpose!
