The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a Portuguese faggot named Fernando who has submitted and is serving the straight Alpha husband of his sister! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When faggots imagine serving a straight Alpha, their first thoughts always focus on sexual service. And yes, that is typically how it goes, because straight Alphas aren’t usually interested in faggots hanging around in their everyday lives.
But my brother Fernando is in a special situation. He serves the straight Alpha husband of his sister, so they’ve had a good relationship for quite some time before his brother-in-law claimed him. This Master loves all of Fernando’s worship of him.
However, there has been a wrinkle in Fernando’s service to this King over the last year: his sister got pregnant! His Master kept using Fernando, but it became harder and harder to get time.
It’s been a few months since I’ve heard from Fernando, but he’s back with a really revealing new update:
Hi, Sam! It’s me again, Fernando the fag from Portugal.
It’s been a long time since we talked last time, right? Do you remember my sister was pregnant? My nephew is the cutest baby ever and he is almost 4 months now. We’re all soooo happy!
My Master Pedro is also really happy, but my sister and he have been so exhausted… When the baby was born, he did not breed me for two weeks and I asked if I had done something wrong. But he said that he was just constantly tired and with little sexual energy. So you know what I did? I volunteered to go their house for a few weeks and stay with the baby, I am really good with children, so I took care of my nephew really well. I spent almost a month living with Pedro and my sister, making sure that he wouldn’t need to bathe and feed the baby, or change his diapers. His only effort was playing with the baby for a few minutes when he arrived home after work. I also told my sister to relax, paid a spa day for her, while I was home taking care of the baby with our mother.
And you know what I learned in the past few months? There are many relevant ways for a fag to serve a Man. I know that you’ve been talking about domestic service and financial service, but I admit that I used to think that our only purpose was to be an easy cumdump. And now I learned that just relieving Pedro from this burden, allowing him to relax and sleep more, was the way better for him than one more blowjob. Correct me if I’m wrong brother, but do you think it’s right that an extraordinary Alpha like Pedro spends hours changing diapers and running to the supermarket to by baby food? I don’t know. Maybe I’m completely wrong, but I think his role is to be a responsible Alpha fatherly figure. He has a wife and a faggot to do what he doesn’t want to do.
And I was awarded! That’s why I’m writing to you. After almost four months without sex with me or my sister, he came to my place yesterday holding a box with a really cute pair of pants and two beautiful shirts for me, with a label “for the world’s best brother-in-law”. I wasn’t expecting anything sexual at all because he hasn’t touched me since my nephew was born. But when I thanked him for all the presents, he handed me a smaller bag with a pink jockstrap and a black butt plug. And he just said “why don’t you wear those for me?” What an amazing surprise! I ran to the bathroom, cleaned my hole for him, lubed the plug, put it all the way in, wore the jockstrap, and came back to my living room wearing nothing but the jockstrap and with the plug shoved inside my ass. He didn’t need to be grateful, but I could feel how grateful he was, brother. And I was craving for his cock so much!! I got down on my knees and gave him the best blowjob of his life. He even told me to stop because he didn’t want to finish in my mouth. Remember last time what I told you about him fucking him cowgirl? So he did it again, I lubed his cock with my two hands because after 4 months I was quite tight, and went on his lap. He did not kiss me, as he has never done, but he looked deep into my eyes while I was riding him, and that felt really great. He usually closes his eyes or hold my head against his shoulder, but last night he looked into my eyes holding my ass and telling me to ride him. He shot the biggest load I’ve ever felt inside my ass. It was impossible to describe, brother. His cum started leaking from my ass, on his balls, on my couch, on the floor. It was so much cum, brother. He slapped my ass, and said that he was really proud of me. Perhaps “I love you” would’ve felt better, but I guess that’s too much. His Alpha seed, his sweat, a firm slap on my ass, and a “good boy” is enough to make me really happy.
I’m going to keep babysitting for him and my sister, because that’s my way to serve my Alpha, but what a relief to see that he still wants me to be his cumdump!!
I absolutely love that Fernando learned one of the greatest lessons any faggot should know: BE OF USE TO YOUR MASTER IN ALL THINGS!
Even though Fernando was desperate for his Master’s cock and cum, his instincts told him to simply relieve the burdens of being a new Dad off of his shoulders! Tirelessly serving their new family so they could rest is such an invaluable way to serve! That’s TRUE, SELFLESS DEVOTION that all faggots should emulate!
But notice what Fernando’s thoughtful domestic service did! His Master was taking note of how his faggot was making himself useful, and it TURNED HIM ON!!
As I’ve said many times, straight Alphas get turned on by submissive service of all kinds. When they see a faggot cleaning for them and doing other chores as a domestic slave, their minds wander to other ways to use them! It’s only natural! They are finally forced to face the truth: that these faggots truly do worship everything about them, and it feels right!
So Fernando’s Master responded by giving Fernando what he knew his little faggot wanted: his dick and his huge loads!
It really touched me that his Master bought him gifts and made the breeding session special. He didn’t need to do that, but as has been clear all along, Fernando’s Master is a special kind of Protector Alpha!
So brothers, follow Fernando’s excellent example and selflessly submit to your Alphas and Masters in ALL THINGS!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the expanding power of Master Arturo, a 35-year-old bisexual Alpha who is accustomed to owning both faggots and females and currently owns a mother named Julia and her faggot son Leo. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Straight Alphas love owning and using faggots, but typically that’s because a faggot can be used as roughly as the Alpha wants without any emotions coming into play. Straight Alphas get enough emotional drama from their women! With faggots, it’s all the pleasure and none of the headaches.
But eventually sex becomes more and more intimate, and that’s when the guard comes down and feelings start to creep into the picture. I think it’s almost unavoidable, while many straight Alphas claim it’s not a big hard to avoid. I dunno … I definitely fell in love with some of my straight Masters. I simply learned how to dismiss them and hide them.
I couldn’t blame Leo if he fell in love with his mother’s straight boyfriend, Master Arturo. He’s a powerful Man and Protector Alpha who cares for both his and his mother’s needs. Master Arturo is the sole Masculine influence on Leo’s life. It’s natural for a faggot to fall for that, especially at his age!
But something happened the other day that may trigger those emotional attachments sooner than later …
Hi, Master Arturo here again
We are very excited here in Mexico with the World Cup, and it’s been an interesting experience to watch the games with Julia and Leo. Julia really hates soccer, and Leo knows nothing about it. I am actively teaching him all the rules of the game, talking about the players, the strategies, etc. Julia told me that, because she raised him by herself, Leo never went to a soccer stadium and never had a Man teaching him how to play when he was little. She confessed to me that sometimes she feels guilty for not being able to provide the boy with a fatherly figure. I told her that she’s an extraordinary woman who raised a boy by herself when she still was in high school, and then said that Leo was still young and could learn few things from his new dad. So I decided to take him to a park and teach him how to play soccer. And guess what? The boy is probably the worst soccer player that has ever existed on Earth lol I tried to show him how to play as a striker and I anticipate that he would miss the goal at first, but he managed to miss the ball! It took a while for him just to kick the ball properly, then I switched with him and told him to be the goalkeeper while I would kick the ball. And the boy literally hid his face with his hands when I kicked afraid of the ball hitting him hahaha it was hilarious but also really cute. Anyway, the reason why I am telling you my major failure in trying to turn Leo into a soccer player is because I genuinely feel that this bonding moments have been really important for us. I do not have children, and I guess I won’t have any because Julia does not want to get pregnant again, but I’ve been enjoying very much taking care of Leo. I know it sounds weird because he’s my fag and cumdump as well, but I truly have been taking care of him like a father would, including paying his tuition, advising him about what is right and wrong, and even trying to teach him how to play soccer. I’m too young to be his biological father, but this whole experience has been really rewarding and fulfilling.
Now let me stop talking about soccer and turn to a topic that you enjoy more: my big cock inside Leo’s smooth ass. After a few hours under a hot sun at the park playing soccer we were very sweaty, and he gave me a blowjob in my car at the parking lot. I came in his mouth, he swallowed every single drop, I called him a good boy, and the naughty fag said “I’m much better at this than playing soccer, papi”. I brought him back to my place, we took a nice shower together, and took a nap together. I woke up horny again and wanted to bang his ass before taking him back home to his mother. I usually fuck his mother in missionary and I fuck him in cowgirl style, but when I told him to ride my cock, he asked me to fuck him missionary because he wanted to kiss me. I was not expecting this because both with him and with Julia I always choose the positions, so I told him that I would fuck him doggy first and if he opened his hole like a good boy I would fuck him missionary. And so he did. He put his gorgeous ass up like a real slut, and I lubed his tight hole and my cock, held his hips and went inside. I love to have a good view of his pussy so I almost finished like that, but I wanted to reward him, so I put him on missionary and fucked him hard, much harder than what I do with his mom. He hugged me, kissed me, and begged for me to breed him, and so I did. I put my seed really deep inside him and he had such a beautiful smile on his face.
Now I have a question for you, sexy Sam: am I giving Leo too much voice by letting him choose how I fuck him, and letting me kiss me while I fuck? This last fuck was way more romantic than usual, and I don’t know if I should take the risk of letting the boy falling in love. I still live by myself, and Julia lives with him, but I wanna move in and live with them. I’m afraid that, living with Leo under the same roof, I should be extra careful because I don’t want him to think that his mom is my gf and he is my bf. I want him to understand that I love his mother as my future wife, and I love him as my stepson and fag, but he is not my romantic partner. Any thoughts?
First of all, I’d just like to tell Master Arturo that I’m sorry Mexico didn’t win! I know soccer fans take that stuff seriously, so I’m sure he’s bummed!
I really love how Master Arturo is mentoring Leo with more masculine pursuits in the hopes that Leo can somehow be a bit manlier. Sadly, that rarely works. It certainly didn’t with me. Ultimately, Leo wasn’t born to compete with other Men … he was born to surrender to and serve them. That will always be his ultimate, um, goal.
The main issue of Master Arturo’s message involves the missionary fuck that turned a little romantic. I get why he’s worried about it, especially when Leo was begging to kiss him. That should probably be discouraged as much as possible. Most straight Alphas DO NOT kiss their faggots for this very reason, and I agree with it. Leo is in the prime of his youth, and these are the times when his training is most effective. So don’t kiss your fags if possible.
But as a position, missionary is the very best position for cunting faggots. I strongly encourage Alphas to fuck their faggots in missionary on a regular basis. Not only does the faggot get cunted easier, but the fag gets to watch its Master’s magnificent body in action during the breeding process! This imprints strongly on the fag’s psyche and brings it under deeper control. I always encourage it.
Master Arturo has a legitimate concern when he asks if he’s wrong for allowing Leo to make demands like he did during this latest encounter. A faggot should never tell an Alpha how to fuck it. On the other hand, an Alpha can certainly grant the requests of a faggot, especially one who is being a good boy. It might be good to put Leo on his knees and explain to him what he did wrong in this instance so he appreciates his place. Little sessions like that are good for adjustments as well as bonding.
Leo is a very good boy. I have no doubt he’s making mistakes out of innocence. With a little bit of loving training Leo will be able to serve with a mind and heart focused on what’s most important: service to Master Arturo!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think a lot of faggots (and a lot of straight Alphas) don’t believe me when I insist that straight Alphas DO understand and accept the truth about the purpose of faggots and their place in the natural hierarchical order. They understand it in an unconscious way, like a vague, subliminally-shared knowledge that has simply always been part of our collective human experience.
That is why I teach faggots to be open with straight Alphas about submitting to them and serving them. Yes, some straight Alphas will tell you “no” and some might even block you, but they ALL understand it and some will even accommodate a faggot’s desire to serve them simply because they recognize it’s the NATURAL ORDER.
That was where Alpha Matt was when he recognized that his best friend Andres was a faggot. Despite being straight, he understood that his faggot friend needed someone to serve in a more fulfilling way, and that understanding led him to this site. What he found was the revelation of hierarchical truth that he instinctively knew all along, and a verification of his ideas about his friend.
Since then, Alpha Matt has been deepening his understanding of hierarchy and trying to figure out ways to be a mentor/Master for his faggot friend. But now it has come to the point where either Alpha Matt needs to take ownership of Andres directly in some manner, or find a Master to own and train him.
Here’s what Alpha Matt decided to do:
Hey Sam, this is Matt again, thanks for your support as I try to guide our little Andres. I am now very convinced that every fag deserves a confident straight best friend to give them hope and orientation. I was a bit concerned about him sucking a random dick in my apartment, so I tried to something better. I have a friend, Diego, who is openly bisexual and is constantly bragging about the girls and the guys he fucks. Actually the first time I fucked a girl in the ass I asked him for some advice on how to it. He is a great guy and surely knows how to fuck, and I know he would never refuse a virgin mouth and a virgin ass, so I asked Andres if he found him attractive. Andres was a bit nervous at first, but he started smiling like a slut when I told him that Diego would know how to treat all his holes.
Then I acted like a cupid, texted Diego with 4 pictures of Andres, and was very straightforward. I literally said “hey man, are you down to unload inside his virgin hole?” And he just said “always” lol Things between guys are so much easier. The rest was easy, I invited Diego and Andres for drinks at my place, and after 2 hours being their third wheel, Andres went to the kitchen to do the dishes, I asked Diego it he still wanted it, and he said yes. So I just said “be gentle with him, he’s my best friend”, he agreed, and I left the apartment and went to the gym.
An hour later, Andres texted me “can you please come back home?” I worried about my little bro and ran back home. When I arrived there, Diego had left and Andres was by himself, wearing just shorts and a towel with his hair wet. He looked upset, so I asked what had happened. Fortunately, nothing too bad, but the poor boy was disappointed because Diego tried to fuck him and he was too tight, so Diego, already drunk and not very patient, gave up and told him to suck his cock. So Andres didn’t get fucked in the ass, but he was kissed in the lips for the first time, he got on his knees and sucked cock for the first time, Diego came all over his chest and left, and Andres went to take a shower.
When he finished his story, I just asked “are you happy? That’s what matters” and he said that he was relieved but sad because Diego didn’t take a shower with him (I guess my friend is too romantic lol), and disappointed on himself because he couldn’t take his cock balls deep. I told him that this was perfectly fine and normal, and guess what, I bought him a butt plug, a douche, and 2 dildos for him to practice haha I really want to see a smile on his face, and I guess I’m just an awesome friend
Diego told me afterwards that Andres has a lot to improve because his blowjob was not the best, but he is open to teach him, so let’s see how it goes. I have no idea of how big Diego’s cock is, but I guess it’s big if Andres struggled both in his mouth and his butt.
Anyway, this is already too long, but I wanted to give you this update. I also have good news about finding submissive girls but I’ll tell you more about it later.
Isn’t that amazing??
First of all, notice the free and easy conversations between Alphas Matt and Diego! They enjoy high-level discussions as part of their Alpha fraternity status. Alpha Matt doesn’t think of Master Diego as a lesser Alpha because he’s bi-sexual, but rather as an equal who is a partner in training a faggot like Andres. It’s so important to understand this about Alphas! They handle things internally between them, and inferior males only find out once decisions have been made! That’s how Kings interact!
It really touched me that Alpha Matt took it upon himself to even find a Master for Andres. It’s RARE that a straight Alpha would go to such lengths to care for a faggot (although I’ve seen it plenty of times between fathers and faggot sons). But Alpha Matt’s Protector Alpha heart couldn’t let his friend keep drifting alone and unsure of himself. I’m sure he agrees with me that an unfulfilled faggot is a waste of potential Alpha worship. Alpha Matt is easy to love, I can tell you that. These actions by him should be praised from the mountaintops and studied by Alphas everywhere.
I felt bad hearing that the first experience for Andres was so disappointing and embarrassing. Like Alpha Matt, I wanted it to be magical. However, it’s rare that a faggot has a GREAT first experience due to the pain and uncertainty. It’s a bit like watching your little child start to walk and fall down. You want to spare them any pain, but pain is part of growing and learning. Andres will try again and again and get better, especially if Master Diego is patient with him and takes the time to teach.
But little Andres will definitely need to get those romantic notions out of his head. Yes, Alphas will sometimes soften and do more romantic things with faggots (like showering with them, etc.), but it doesn’t happen all the time. Serving an Alpha as a faggot simply isn’t about mutual pleasure. Even when a Man is fucking a woman, he isn’t thinking about her needs or his love for her … he’s thinking about good her pussy feels and how badly he wants to breed her. Ask any woman and they’ll tell you that Men shut off after they’ve busted a nut. It’s simply how Men are wired.
I have high hopes that Master Diego can train Andres and develop him into a great faggot. Meanwhile, Andres can practice with the gifts Alpha Matt bought for him! Again, how can anyone not fall in love with a Protector Alpha like him?? Truly one of a kind!
With practice and lots of lube, I’m sure Master Diego will be planting his seed into his new fag before too long!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling Nathan, a faggot who once served a straight Alpha wrestler named Tommy back in school. They’ve reunited after ten years when Alpha Tommy’s father took ill. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Have you ever seen an Alpha you worship break down and really cry? I have. My Master Aaron lost a very close friend and mentor to a sudden aneurysm while in another city. Understandably, the news crushed him. I walked into my condo and saw him on the couch sobbing so deeply that it changed the air pressure in the room. When he saw me, he got up, walked slowly over to me, and hugged me for the longest time while weeping. I held him until he finally fell asleep that night. It’s a memory I’ve always carried and cherished, because I was privileged to be there to help my superior Master and see the softer side he always kept at arm’s length.
It is very much a privilege to see an Alpha’s heart!
My brother Nathan reconnected with his old college Master Tommy just as Master Tommy’s father was dying. In the last update, things were getting darker and the inevitable was approaching.
Now, it has finally come:
Dear Sam,
Nathan again, and the ongoing saga of reuniting with my college Alpha Tommy. Sorry about that previous cliffhanger, most of it was a blur and I just didn’t think “he pounded my brains out” was all that interesting an ending for some reason. I now realize my mistake.
I regret to say it, but the inevitable finally happened. Tommy’s father passed not too long after he was admitted into the facility. While the sharp downturn toward the end meant it wasn’t a total surprise and gave him a little time to emotionally prepare, Tommy still turned into an absolute zombie after it happened, not only due to the grief but also the sudden shift from having the work and stress and responsibility taking up so much of his time to suddenly having almost nothing to actually do, the big empty space his father left behind nearly consumed him. I kept reverting back to my basic domestic faggot behavior, keeping the house tidy, cooking meals, and when I had nothing else left to do, sitting on the floor between his feet, resting my head on one of his legs (this was one of our favorite positions in college, one of my favorite sensations was feeling his heartbeat inside his thighs on either side of my face as he gently applied pressure on and off.) I don’t think he spoke for the first solid week, but the day of his Dad’s funeral, something finally changed. For the first time, he took my chin in his hand, raised my face up to meet his, and barely whispered “Thank you.” A couple of days later, when he first woke up, as I was bringing him breakfast, I saw him lying there with one brawny arm raised to block his face from the sunrise, and I decided to take a risk and lean over to bury my face in his armpit. I’m not sure why, maybe it was the fact it was the first time he slept peacefully through the night without tossing and turning and waking up every couple hours, but I just got a very strong hunch that he was finally ready to rejoin the land of the living. I was right, as I was taking a deep sniff, the same way I used to wake him up in the dorm, he made his move, squeezing me in a headlock and forcing my face deeper into his pit. In a flash, we were on the floor, rolling around and wrestling the same way we always did back in the dorms. I confess I put up a little bit more of a fight this time… just to let him know I wasn’t the same shy, scrawny twerp I was back then… before finally easing up and submitting to him again. When we were finally in his favorite position (me lying on my back, him sitting on my chest in a schoolboy pin with his meaty thighs squeezing both sides of my head,) he looked down, made eye contact despite his impressive (and growing) bulge in the way, and as he caught his breath, did what I had been hoping to hear him do for a while, he laughed, long and hard, for probably the first time in a couple of years. It was such a joy to see the years and stress fall and watch him turn back into the young, cheerful, smiling college boy I met and submitted to back in freshman year. I’d have laughed, too, had he not sat that giant meaty ass of his back on my ribcage and cut off my ability to breathe.
This, however, is the part of the story you might find a little bittersweet. My attempts to continue to be his sub started to somewhat break down. Not due to any lack of effort on my part to be clear, but any time I would sit on the floor by his feet, he would instead grab me up onto the couch with him and lean over, resting his head in my lap. My attempts to sleep at the foot of his bed like a good puppy would be thwarted when I’d wake up the next morning and find I’d been dragged up to the top of the bed and had my arms wrapped around him, turning me into “Big Spoon” and some kind of security blanket. I guess even the toughest Alphas need to feel a little vulnerable every so often (and if there’s ever a good reason for it, losing your beloved dad is a good one,) and it definitely felt like a privilege that he trusted me enough to be the one to see it. Since that was apparently what he needed at this point, I decided to play the part, gently but firmly making sure he started to re-enter the world again… taking him to the gym, treating him to a haircut and shave at the local barber, treating him to a new wardrobe since he’s lost a little weight due to the past year’s stress, just trying to build him back up as a man and a human being and find that assertive Dom I knew he still was. It was definitely weird to be in the driver’s seat in this situation, but I just told myself I was still tending to his needs, so I was still submitting to him, I just wasn’t waiting for orders to be given and just knew what they were.
As time started to pass and he started to emerge from his mourning, this tendency extended to our other behavior, too. The first couple of times we tried to slip back into our old roles, we both realized something wasn’t working anymore, things just felt… off. Tommy seems to think that maybe he just gets all his dominant energy out in the boardroom and doesn’t have any left in the tank when he comes home, but I’m not sure I buy that. He used to get plenty of aggression out on the wrestling mat and still managed to come back to the dorm and rough me up just fine, and I still have the scars of a couple of bite marks to prove it. I think it’s a little simpler than that. I think he’s changed a lot due to the hardships he’s endured the past few years: they made him gentler… kinder. He doesn’t want to be cruel or aggressive to the people he loves, he wants to appreciate and cherish them, and no amount of telling him that being aggressively dommed by him is exactly how a sub like me feels cherished can bring him around. I see it in other ways, too. He still oozes the confidence that drew me to him all those years ago, but it’s more understated and subtle now. I see more “calmly confident” compared to his previous “outward cockiness.” He used to make a loud entrance any time he entered a room to assert his dominance over it, now he simply enters with the quiet attitude of someone who knows he doesn’t need to. His still-dazzling smile has a hint of something wistful and maybe even a little shy to it now. It suits him very well.
Though it does mean our dynamic has changed a little bit. We still have our dom and sub roles… as I write this, I’m sitting on the floor in front of his chair while he sits behind me, resting his ankles on my shoulders and taunting me by trying to stick his big toe in my mouth, but pulling it away any time I’m actually about to catch it with my tongue… but now the vibe is different, it feels a little more like a couple’s kinky roleplaying rather than an alpha asserting his dominance on a total submissive. I’m still coming to grips with how I feel about that, but I do believe Tommy is worth sticking around to see how it plays out. Maybe with a little time, and some more goading on my part, I can bring the old Tommy back completely, but even if I can’t, this new “Tommy 2.0” is nice, too, and I dare so say that, maybe in a few ways, even better (fewer bruises, at least.)
Speaking of, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Porterhouse to cook, some massage oils to warm up, and nine inches of something hard and girthy poking me in the back of the neck to get my attention as a pair of beefy quads are starting to squeeze around my ears in a headscissors, so I better wrap this up quickly.
First of all, I want to express my sincerest condolences for Master Tommy’s loss of his father. I know he’s not reading this, but Nathan is. Master Tommy is far too young to endure this kind of loss.
But thank goodness that he had his loyal faggot at his side through all of this! I don’t think Alphas truly appreciate what a faggot does for them during times like these. A female can be comforting and tender just like a faggot, but a faggot also WORSHIPS them. Faggots restore their POWER and CONFIDENCE better than females do.
That’s exactly what Nathan did for Master Tommy after the initial grieving passed. Master Tommy reverted back to his old self, seeking to relive some of of his more dominant tendencies. I’m sure it felt good to take out his tension on Nathan, and use him aggressively. It helps Master Tommy remember what he really is – a dominant and superior Man!
The end of Nathan’s letter felt a bit sad and nostalgic in a “soft evening sunset” kind of way. I don’t think this is the end of Nathan’s service to Master Tommy. I just think that Master Tommy is maturing and becoming something more than a personification of dominance and bravado. He’s lost his father, and he’s thinking about mortality and his place in the world. These kinds of deep concerns have plagued Alphas since the beginning of time. More than half of the written works of Shakespeare tackle this very subject!
Master Tommy still knows he deserves to be serviced and pleased by a faggot like Nathan, and he also knows Nathan needs to serve. But that knowledge is now wrapped in a blanket of concern and compassion that maybe he didn’t have before.
Alphas grow and mature. They’re allowed to slow down their aggression and experience some peace. They aren’t cartoon characters … they’re Men with rivers of emotions buried behind their Kingdom walls. Master Tommy is changing, but his essence will never change.
I’m just so grateful Nathan could be there and then document this part of a faggot’s service to its Owner. This is an important lesson for all faggots to learn!
This post is one restored from FWA and is part of the paid Master Nick channel here on the site.
Let’s be honest: sexual contact between Men is almost always aggressive and rough. The primal nature of Men – all violence and animal hunger – is often expressed sexually. But when a Man fucks a woman, her weaker state generally provides a check against the Beast raging within the Man; he must control himself around her in order to avoid harming her.
But when a Man fucks another male, all stops are removed. The Man can fully express the entirety of his aggression and violence. The recipient of that aggression can often be overwhelmed, frightened, or hurt.
That power disparity is amplified exponentially within the Alpha/fag or Master/slave dynamic. Within that framework, the Alpha has all of the power, and the faggot has none. So whether the pair are exploring torture as a fetish or it’s simply a case of aggressive sex gone too far, the fact remains that the faggot is an object owned by the Alpha.
And with ownership comes responsibility.
I say this to highlight something beautiful Master Nick did with Chin after he had to administer harsh discipline in the form of a belting. After an appropriate cooling-off period, Alpha Nick took Chin into his bedroom. There, on the bed, he held Chin tightly in his muscular arms while gently stroking Chin’s hair “just like you would do to a dog.” Alpha Nick repeatedly reassured Chin that he was “a good faggot” in soothing tones.
This beautiful aftercare had the desired effect of rejuvenating Chin. If Chin had a tail like a dog, it would’ve been wagging happily after such tenderness and concern from his Master. That is the true power of aftercare.
Good Alphas and Masters instinctively understand the need for this in a faggot’s life. Master Nick is a STRAIGHT MALE, yet he grasps the fundamental need for such care given that he owns these faggots. That is a quality only the most incredible Men on Earth appreciate and practice.
Here are some ways aftercare can be administered:
PHYSICAL
Holding each other
Light touching, stroking
Gentle massage
Replenishing food and/or drink
Loving sex
EMOTIONAL
Discussions of feelings over what happened
Expressions of care and devotion
Uplifting music
As leaders, Kings, and gods, Men have a special responsibility – tend to the needs of the little ones, the weak and vulnerable possessions in their care. This is especially true of the faggots serving them. The faggot surrenders all of itself to the glory of their Owner and, like a faithful dog, seeks only its Master’s approval.
A wise Man uses aftercare to deepen the faggot’s devotion to service and give it the strength to continue to serve!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Felipe first contacted me last year, I was excited for him find a straight Alpha to serve. This straight Alpha, a husband named Vinicius, seemed like he loved owning a faggot and was developing Felipe nicely. I was pretty astounded how insightful Master Vinicius seemed to be with his training of Felipe.
Then I got to talk to Master Vinicius personally, and my respect went off the charts.
In speaking with him, it was clear that Master Vinicius had great natural insights into the basic nature of hierarchy and the truth of faggots. It almost seemed impossible that a straight Alpha would understand and accept the worship and service of a faggot, let alone understand how to train an inexperienced fag like Felipe. It was a wonderful surprise!
It’s been a little while since I last heard from Master Vinicius, and there have been some major changes since then!
Hey, it’s master Vinicius here. How’s my adorable fag been doing lately? Long time no see… Lots to catch up to.
I’ve been very busy lately… I had a vasectomy and spent some time training my wife into becoming more submissive to me. So far it’s been working great!
I haven’t used Felipe sexually anymore. But I hear he’s been a very good boy to Flavio, though his older son (a 20 yo guy) didn’t care too much about Felipe because of his figure. But Flavio told me all about it and asked me if I could get him into a better shape… And I think it’s fair, specially for my former friend’s health, you know? Now he’s paying me to train him and, gotta say… The fag is improving by the day. I’m very proud of him. Don’t know if the two of you have been talking lately.
As you might imagine, I was instantly concerned both about the welfare of my baby brother Felipe going to another straight Master (and his son??) AND the state of Master Vinicius’s balls after having a vasectomy (I’m as much of a cum-hungry faggot as the rest of you!). So I followed up on both of these things, and Mastere Vinicius kindly replied:
Let me answer you point by point.
No, the vasectomy doesn’t affect my cum. The juice is still the same only without my little boys swimming on it lol. When I had my kid I decided I didn’t wanna have another child. I didn’t have it done right away for the same concern you had, but once I learned it doesn’t change a thing, I decided it was the best thing to do. My wife suffers a lot with the pills and stuff. It’s a hormonal bomb that gets her moody and stressed… As a matter of fact she’s becoming more and more submissive since she stopped taking them. So it’s a win-win for me.
It’s weird you haven’t heard from Felipe. I’m having him reach out to you. By which means did you two used to talk? Was it email, Twitter…? Please, let me know.
The reason why I’m training Felipe if because I’m a personal trainer. Even if Flavio had told me he was gonna train him I wouldn’t let him do it… He knows nothing about physical training and I don’t want Felipe to get injured by a bad training routine. Plus, I’m having Felipe pay me for it, so it’s good for me anyway. And he’s not paying the same fee my other clients pay lol. Oh, and he’s not my former faggot. He’s still mine. He’s only being used by Flavio because I said it was ok for him to use his holes.
I don’t think I’m gonna use him sexually anytime soon. I mean… He took it like a champ, I told you all about it. But my wife is getting better and better. I feel more satisfied by being serviced by her in general (maybe because we live together and it’s like having someone ready to serve from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep? Idk), but I won’t rule him out completely. If one day I feel like it, when my wife goes out of town on business for exemple… Why not? I know he’s there and won’t question. He’ll be more than happy, actually. I know all I have to do is snap my fingers. But I’ve been using him in other ways actually. All of my errands and mundane tasks are done by him and he’s a great boy in this regard!
As of master Flavio’s older son… I don’t know him very well. Flavio had him with a girlfriend in highschool before he met his wife, the boy lives with his mother and comes by occasionally. I think we’ve met like 2 or 3 times. But it looks like he might be an alpha. I really can’t tell. All I know is that he went on to fuck Felipe as recommended by his dad but came back complaining that Felipe is too fat and that it turns him off. I kinda get it. Though I don’t think it should matter. Maybe he’s too young to appreciate VERY GOOD service and is too much into looks. He’s 20 yo after all.
I’m so glad that Master Vinicius’s balls and semen output turned out okay! I know how much Alphas cherish their power to cum, and as a faggot I never want to see an Alpha lose any part of that!
It’s a very interesting situation for Felipe. He’s being trained and used by Master Flavio, but also being developed physically by Master Vinicius! Felipe is sure to succeed under the care and guidance of these two straight Brazilian Alphas!
Even more interesting is how Master Flavio offered his faggot for use by his 20-year-old Alpha son! Sadly, the son found Flavio unappealing in his current condition, but bodies can be quickly improved! This idea of Alpha fathers sharing their faggots with their Alpha sons is a common behavior I’ve covered multiple times here. I find it fascinating that Alpha fathers like to share faggots with their sons this way. I liken it to a lion teaching its offspring how to hunt. Felipe is very lucky to be used this way by these powerful Men!
Master Vinicius has continued to do the right thing with his good faggot, and I cherish him for it. Protector Alphas like him are rare, especially straight Alphas who don’t need to treat a faggot as worth any investment.
But Master Vinicius is gloriously different from the rest, and I’m grateful!
I’m not a huge fan of most findom Masters. They’re an unscrupulous bunch with few guiding principles, and most of them wouldn’t have the first clue how to own a faggot.
But Master @theOMGBoss definitely does!
I’ve known this gay God Alpha for a long time, since the early days of my “Fags Worship Straights” site on Tumblr. His instructional videos and calm, measured advice helped to shape the tone and purpose of that rough early template that eventually became this monstrosity.
Master treats his cash fags just like he does his personal fags, and he approaches cash sex the same as literal sex.
For instance, consider the radical concept he discusses here about foreplay leading up to a wallet fuck, followed by aftercare! Ordinarily a brutal cash fuck leaves a faggot devastated and alone, and the cashmaster who took the money is busy blocking the fag and forgetting it.
But not Master! He nurtures and guides the faggot through a cash rape, helping it appreciate the rape and feel fulfilled by it.
You see, Master deeply understands that faggots need to be used because that’s their purpose. They’re like mammary glands producing milk that must occasionally be expressed in order to function properly.
That kind of depth cannot be found in almost all other cashmasters. It’s honestly breathtaking to hear such wisdom in a scene as wretched as findom!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I created the “faggot hierarchy” model (CLICK HERE), I named the top class of fag “mentor faggot” with several fags in mind because this site has attracted a truly inspirational group of young mentor faggots. These are fags who teach their brothers, move their brothers to action, and correct them when they’re wrong.
Chief among these mentor faggots is little Fabien, my sweet baby brother from France. Fabien helped straight Master Anthony discover the world of faggot worship and ownership. And, as Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack began to take faggots of their own, Fabien was able to shepherd these new fags and teach them how to properly serve. What he has done with all of the straight Alphas and eager faggots surrounding Master Anthony has been nothing short of extraordinary.
Fabien shared a recent mentorship experience with me. I thought it was beautiful, so I’m sharing it with you:
My dear big brother,
I know you rather like my tories involving my mentoring of the Alpha Pack’s other faggots, so maybe you’ll find this one interesting even if it covers something we have already explored before: how to deal with the Alpha Men’s moodiness.
You see, my baby brother Clément, the young slave of my Master’s best bro, Henri, has reached me lately by mail to ask for my advice. The sweet boy noticed that his Owner had been in a sour mood lately and was often more aggressive and impatient with him.
Little Clément is worried that Henri is going through a rough patch and asked me what he could do to help him. Of course, I replied to his email right away. Below is a translation of my reply.
“Dearest Clem,
Thank you very much for reaching me! I’m touched you ask my advice to help your Master. You know I care a lot about you and I care a lot about Henri, my Master’s best friend. I’ll try to give you some guidance based on my experience and the advice and lessons I’ve learned myself.
Dealing with our Masters’ emotional turmoil and inner wounds is always complicated. Alphas are in control of their emotions, they force themselves to stay strong no matter what and they avoid showing vulnerability at all costs, except in very rare circumstances and when they feel completely at ease. But they carry burdens we cannot imagine: as superior beings, they bear the weight of many expectations. Girls, families, teachers or colleagues, and their alpha peers and competitors… Their worries can stem from many things.
At times like these, a slave boy’s loyalty is invaluable. The greatest support you can give him is, of course, your unwavering devotion. Keep obeing and serving and worshipping him no matter what and it will help him greatly. I know it can sometimes be hard to deal with his harshness and feel like your service no longer pleases him. But don’t forget: as long as he keeps you by his side, gives you orders, and expects your servility, it means he’s still counting on you. Don’t let him down. Endure it, for his sake. Don’t forget: he comes first. It’s all about him, not you.
Now, if you want to encourage him to talk to you about his worries (which can do him a world of good!), you need to approach the situation with great tact. Above all, he must not feel belittled in front of you.
The best thing to do is to wait for a quiet moment, when he’s relaxing on the couch, for example. Crawl over to him and kiss his feet. Speak to him while keeping your face close to his feet. Remind him how superior he is, how much you crave to serve him, and tell him that if he wants to share his problems with you, he can do so knowing that you will listen to him with respect and adoration. Then, just keep worshipping him and do not push him, let him decide what he wants to do.
If you do things this way, I’m sure he’ll start opening up to you sooner or later. When he does, don’t forget to reassure him and praise him! You can give him your thoughts if he asks for them, but more importantly, remind him that no matter what, he’s a Superior Man and entitled to the best of life! Remind him that you’re here for him, always.
Love you, Clem! Be sure to keep me posted!
Your brother,
Fabien”
Clément thanked me profusely and committed to follow my lead. I feel so good knowing that I am helping my faggot brothers and, more importantly, improving the lives of some Alphas by doing so!
Isn’t that lovely? It’s the perfect advice, tender yet full of useful tips! But that’s Fabien’s nature at work. His joy and wisdom are infectious, and his daily hard work is the finest example to all of his fag brothers!
Well a bit later Fabien followed up with me to report how Clément was doing in following his advice:
My very dear sam,
Just a quick note to let you know that Clément sent me a very sweet message to inform me that things got better with his Master Henri. He had the opportunity to follow my advice to the letter and did it! Clément quietly worshipped Henri’s feet while the young Man was moody alone on his bed. Then he praised him like the Superior Alpha he is and reminded him that he was there for him, no matter what, even if only to listen to his troubles. Henri told him to come closer, stroked his hair and told him he was a good boy and that he liked him, even if he didn’t say so very often.
I can tell you that Clément is overwhelmed with emotion and sheer bliss! I am so happy for my baby brother that he can experience the indescribable blessing of being approved by his beloved Master!
My dear sam, do you think my last mails about all this could be used for a publication on your wonderful website? I’m sure it could help and comfort a lot of faggots and benefit to their Masters!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Isn’t that great? I’m so proud of Clément for not giving up or falling into a depression himself over Henri’s moodiness! As faggots, our own emotional states are tied closely to that of our Owners! However, we must be the ones to anticipate their needs and serve through those dark moments all Alphas have!
When I was their age, I often misread my Master’s moods or took them personally. I often had to redirect my own thinking in order to maintain my focus on my Master’s needs. After all, there was no Hierarchy University out there to guide me!
I think Clément’s experience shows how little it takes from an Alpha to make us feel overwhelmed with joy. Henri barely had to do anything except stroke Clément’s hair and tell him “good boy” in order to send Clément into spasms of happiness!
Faggots are truly human versions of Labrador retrievers! All we want is to be at our Master’s feet and make him happy all day long!
Fabien did such a glorious job gently training Clément, and the rewards are boundless. Notice how Fabien selflessly rejoices with Clément! We are truly a brotherhood when we support each other this way!
I’m practically exploding with pride over Fabien! He’s a light in my heart, absolute living proof of hierarchical truth, and a dear, dear brother. Fabien glorifies Master Anthony with every thought, word, and deed!
I can only imagine Master Anthony’s pride! He owns one of the greatest mentor faggots on Earth, which is fitting given that he is one of the greatest God Alphas on Earth!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Being a successfully-owned faggot requires focused and purposeful mental training. Not only are you battling the exhaustion of being constantly used by a virile superior Man, but you must also shape your thinking to conform to your natural submissiveness. Let’s face it: we all get rebellious sometimes and occasionally we want our freedom. A faggot is most successful when he fully embraces his purpose and shapes his thinking completely around it.
Fabien is the epitome of a successfully-owned fag. It probably helps a lot that he’s owned by a great-looking straight God Alpha like Master Anthony, but it also speaks to Fabien’s perfect attitude toward service.
Fabien saw the recent discussion on the site about faggot burnout and the pain associated with service, and he felt compelled to add in his own valuable perspective:
My beloved big brother,
Reading your last posts and the very kind mention you made of me, I wanted to take a moment to make a statment. When it comes to Anthony’s wish to fuck me in the ass or in the mouth, or any of his wishes actually, let me tell you what my own desires are worth: absolutely, rigorously, utterly NOTHING.
My number one golden rule in life is: what Anthony wants, Anthony gets. Literally everything else is secondary to that. If Anthony feels the slightest like he wants to put his cock inside of me, he just does that, anytime he wants, anyhow he wants, anywhere he wants. I am his property. Period.
The very idea that I would “allow” Anthony to do anything is just abhorrent. Heck, I am lucky enough that HE allows me to even be in his life! It doesn’t matter one damn bit if I’m “horny” or whatever. The God decides, the slave complies.
And yet, because Anthony is just as great morally as he is intellectually and physically, he cares about me, the inferior creature who exists solely for his pleasure. So sometimes he takes my pain and feelings into account. But it’s a purely generous gesture on his part, and he doesn’t have to do so.
Sometimes he doesn’t care, and rightly so, because his needs are just more important. A while ago, he stormed in, furious about something that had gone wrong with the university administration. He wanted to fuck me hard to relieve himself. He pounced on me without a word, grabbed me, pulled down my pants, and penetrated me. It was tough, I have to admit. It hurt, it hurt a lot. So what did I do?
I endured. I did not protest, I did not complain. With tears in my eyes, I simply said “I love you so much, Master! Thank you for using me, Master!” while he was destroying my ass and stomping on my head with his boot.
Later that evening, I gave him a back massage while we watched TV. As he was relaxing, he growled “I feel kinda bad about what I did to you earlier.” I immediatly said “Please don’t! I beg you, Master, never feel bad for anything you do to me! You have every right. I’m yours for anything you want.” “True. Good boy.” He just said, and my heart burst with joy.
I love so much to serve a young God Alpha. I love to serve his friends. I love to be a faggot. I will gladly endure any suffering in the world to please my Master and to earn my place at his feet.
Lots of love!
Fab the fag
I think I was quite astonished by the tone Fabien took in this letter. He’s ordinarily pretty meek and mild-tempered, but here he came out with guns blazing! He wasn’t playing around with half-hearted faggots out there who refuse to submit! This is why Fabien is such a terrific mentor faggot. He doesn’t mince words when he sees faggots disrespecting Alphas!
Even after Master Anthony roughly fucked Fabien, Fabien maintained that mental clarity of purpose that is so important!
Notice how Master Anthony appreciated his faggot’s willingness to be used that way despite the tears of pain running down his face! That moved Master Anthony to offer Fabien tender encouragement later (let’s call it “aftercare”), and it caused Fabien’s emotions to soar! That is the reward a faggot gains from enduring pain and discomfort to serve an Alpha’s needs!
Master Anthony is probably very proud of his faithful faggot Fabien, but I can say I definitely am! Every note from Fabien is full of joy and fulfillment, a quality I’ve noticed about all of the faggots who truly embrace their purpose and endure pain and pressure to serve wholeheartedly! There’s a connection!
Thank you, dearest Fabien, for sharing your heart once more! I love you, little brother!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael, and is now owned by Master Cesar. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I was curious about the reaction arising from my recent post about Loic’s struggles to take his Master’s dick all the time (CLICK HERE). It’s certainly an issue for faggots, and everybody has different physical abilities and methods to handle the workload Alphas inflict on that part of our bodies.
One of the first reactions came from my little Peruvian brother Mika. Like Loic, Mika is relatively new to getting fucked, and he’s also an owned fag as well. Mika said this:
Hello Sam!!! This is Mika from Peru.
I was checking the new posts here and saw Loic’s question about making an effort. I wanna say something! I agree 100% with my French brother!! For me it is so obvious: if we are hurt or can’t take it in the ass anymore, we serve them with our throats. If we are okay, we give them our ass. As simple as that! I go to work everyday even when I want to stay in bed, so why would I not make an effort to please my Man even if I am tired? That’s natural for me. They have cocks and we have holes.
Btw brother Sam, Master Cesar is such a hungry Alpha!! He started eating my ass and it feels soooo good. I was not expecting that at all because Gael would never put his tongue in my pussy, but Cesar is doing this every time we meet now and he says that I need this to “prepare my pussy” I am such a lucky fag!!
Question for you, brother: how often should a fag allow an Alpha to fuck his ass? 3 times a week? I think every other day is enough for us to recover, but I have never lived with an Alpha, so I’ve never taken cock more than once a week.
Love you, Sam!!
Mika has a perfect attitude toward his duties as an owned faggot! I have no doubt Master Cesar is a proud Owner!
In fact, I KNOW Master Cesar is grateful to own Mika because he’s eating Mika’s ass out every chance he gets! Master Cesar has experience with faggots, and he knows that licking a fag’s ass not only lubricates it, but it also loosens the fag’s hole (through natural muscle relaxation) so that penetration is much less painful.
And I agree 1000% – getting eaten out is INCREDIBLE. I’ve been eaten out by black Alphas so aggressively that I thought I was going to pass out. It can be VERY intense, but in the best possible way!
I was bummed by Mika’s concluding question, though: “how often should a fag allow an Alpha to fuck his ass?” ALLOW?? A faggot doesn’t give permission to an Alpha for anything he takes from a faggot, kiddo. We aren’t giving an Alpha permission, as if he must beg to be allowed to fuck his faggot. No, brother … we serve at their mercy and generosity! If they feel kind, they might choose not to fuck us if they sense we are in pain … but that’s at the Alpha’s discretion.
The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a painfully long time since I’ve heard from Master Maurice, one of the truly impressive and inspirational God Alphas ever featured on this site. You might remember that Master Maurice claimed a young, disabled faggot named Édouard in the most touching way imaginable. Whereas most Alphas would’ve refused to even consider a fag in a wheelchair, Master Maurice saw only possibilities of growth, training, and deep, resounding pleasure.
I will forever sing his praises for being the greatest kind of Protector Alpha!
But here’s the rub: most Alphas need more than one person (female or faggot) to really satisfy their needs. Very often, they need A LOT more than one. They simply don’t feel complete in monogamous relationships.
I get that, but I’m a seasoned faggot with few complications. Édouard, on the other hand, is a new faggot, and one bound to a wheelchair that causes a host of insecurities. Still, none of that has deterred Master Maurice from thoroughly owning, using, and even loving Édouard!
But what happens when a God Alpha’s sex drive and need to breed other faggots comes bubbling up once again? Well, that’s what Master Maurice is experiencing right now:
Hello Sam, this is Master Maurice from Switzerland. Long time no see. How are you?
I have been breeding Édouard at least twice a week and thing are going well here. He is my official boyfriend now, so I introduced him to friends and family, and everybody reacted well. I don’t remember if I told you about Jean, the sexy nurse I hired to check on Édouard once a week. We have a very solid affair right now, but Édouard doesn’t know yet. I would have put them together before if I were in regular conditions, but I know very well my boy and he will feel really insecure if he finds out that I am breeding another fag with no disabilities. I told Jean not to say anything and he has no reason to do so because he would lose an Alpha cock and a good job.
I fucked and bred Édouard this morning, then I took them to my bathroom and bathed him, including washing his hole with my hands. We are in a great moment of our relationship and I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I do love him and I love his tight hole, but it’s been difficult to show him that fucking Jean is not cheating on him, it’s just a little bit of variety lol
I am 31, I am not a teenager anymore, so I don’t wanna act like an asshole. What do you think, Sam? I currently have three options: 1) Should I stop seeing Jean and just accept the castration of monogamy? 2) Should I keep fucking Jean and never tell Édouard 3) Should I tell Édouard that this is my condition and there is nothing he can do to stop me from breeding his lovely nurse?
This is quite the conundrum, but it’s also quite common among Alphas with multiple faggots. Honestly, it really becomes a test of the type of Man an Alpha is … is he one who uses what he wants in secret and deceit, or one who is honest and forthright in what he does?
Let’s tackle Master Maurice’s situation through the process of elimination.
Of the three choices, #1 is completely unacceptable and must be discarded. First of all, monogamy runs counter to Master Maurice’s natural instinct and programming. It would effectively put Master Maurice in a form of chastity. Master Maurice should never need to go without fulfilling his own purpose simply because he chose to own a faggot, disabled or not.
#2 is probably what many Alphas would choose (and often do, especially the straight, married ones). However, this course implies that Master Maurice is doing something wrong or shameful, and he is absolutely NOT doing that. He is simply following the natural order and fulfilling his purpose. Also, behaving this way shows a level of disrespect toward the owned faggot that is not warranted or earned. I see Master Maurice as a beacon of honesty and truth, so I’d personally eliminate this “choice” as well.
So that leaves only #3 as the true choice.
Now “true” isn’t the same as “easy”. This will be a difficult conversation given the layers of emotional issues here. But it CAN be done. Master Lorenzo had to have a similar conversation with his dearest faggot Giovanni when he took ownership of a transsexual named Mario and made him a boyfriend. Giovanni was hurt, of course, but Master Lorenzo gently explained that nothing will ever take Giovanni’s place at his feet. Eventually they got to a place where they could even serve Master Lorenzo together! I’ve featured multiple examples of Masters having these types of firm-but-loving conversations with their faggots.
I have nothing but the utmost confidence in Master Maurice. Everything about him exudes warmth, caring, tenderness, and compassion. He’s a King in the vein of many spiritual leaders, lifting the broken so they might stand emotionally if not physically.
I know he will make the right decision, and I know my sweet brother Édouard will understand. We faggots are not meant to keep our Masters to ourselves forever. In fact, when we let them go off to rape and pillage, we endear ourselves to them even more when they return to see us humbly offering ourselves in service. It’s one of the great secrets of successful faghood, and I hope Édouard learns that through this difficult training!
I love my Master Maurice, and I count it a great privilege to be able to even offer my opinion to a God Alpha like him!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I hear dumb Alphas say they could never love a faggot, I knowingly smirk in condescension. An Alpha would need to be impossibly clueless and stone-hearted to suggest to someone like me (who has been loved by Masters, and catalogues plenty of other examples) that an Alpha can’t love his faggot.
Get the fuck out of here with that nonsense.
If an Alpha can share his body with his faggot, he can share his heart with it. No matter how powerful an Alpha becomes – ascending to even God Alpha levels of power and command – he’s never too unreachably high that he can’t be loving to the faggots he owns and uses. In fact, I would argue (and have argued) that no Man can truly embody a God Alpha without owning a faggot and caring for it. Do you mean to tell me an Alpha can share his cock, cum, piss, spit, and everything else about his body, but showing tenderness and love toward it violates some nonexistent line of conduct??
Fortunately, this site has plenty of truly astounding examples of Alphas loving their faggots. As I recently said in a post, this site has seen at least five marriages between Alphas and their faggots! Love is not a weakness, but rather a sign of security and strength. The greatest Alphas should be capable of the greatest love. I have praised so many of these glorious examples, and they are all close to my heart.
One of my favorite examples of this is the tender love Master Lorenzo shares with his faithful little faggot Giovanni.
My recent post about Giovanni suffering anal fissures from being fucked my Master Lorenzo’s big dick caused some to express concern, including Master Albert. One of the most heartbreaking aspects of that story is something I understood well, namely, Giovanni’s deep sorrow and shame over being out of commission. I felt those tears he shed. After all, I’m a human being with a wellspring of love in my heart for boys like Gio.
Thankfully, my Master Lorenzo is also a secure and powerful Alpha who also has a deep wellspring of love for his faggots. Moved by his heart, Master Lorenzo penned a gorgeous ode to the genuine spirit of his most beloved faggot Giovanni.
I’m so proud to share this with you all:
You are always celebrating the glory of great Alphas, as you should. But today I would like you to write a post to celebrate the sweetest fag of all times: my gorgeous Giovanni. I told him to tell you everything that happened concerning his anal fissure and I appreciate how you said good things about me, but I just did what any real Man should do. My sweet Gio, humble as always, wrote about this episode overlooking his own effort and merits, just talking about how amazing my presence and guidance are in his life. But I must say to you and all your audience that Gio demonstrated the best behavior I have ever seen in my whole life.
He cried for hours when the doctor told him he would not be able to take my cock for a few weeks. The only other time I saw him crying this much was when his grandmother passed away – so you can see how affected he was. I did not understand at first because it is really not a big deal, every fag has anal fissures. But he really felt as a failure, so it was not about the fissure itself, but he took this incident as a proof that he was not good enough for me. And I must admit that having a FTM boyfriend has been a lot for my good boy to deal with. I have spent hours and hours talking to both Mario and Gio to clarify that my heart has more than enough space for both of them. I guess that having this fissure was a trigger for Gio to feel a lesser faggot because he has one pussy and Mario has two. But anyway, I already handled this situation and now they are friends.
I am writing this message in praise of Gio because he showed me a lot of commitment in these past few weeks. On the following day of the medical appointment, Gio woke me up with a kiss and said “my mouth is still a pussy for you to fuck, and it will always be an available pussy for you”. No need to say that I got hard and he gave me a great blowjob. I always fuck his throat holding his hair so I can decide the pace of the throat fuck, but this time he opened his mouth so much that I thought he would break his jaw lol he really wanted to turn his mouth into a fleshlight. I fucked nice and hard, getting quite rough, his mouth was full of fag spit, and tears were coming from his eyes, but he just kept his mouth open while the tears were coming from his eyes, looking at me at all times. I stopped before I came and asked if he was okay, and my sexy fag said “I am always okay if you are having a good time, please fuck me as hard as you need and cum, breed my throat like you do with my pussy” And so I did it! I held Gio’s head with both hands I banged him hard and it was probably his best blowjob in all the years we have been together. I came on his tongue because it would not be fair to cum deep and stop him from tasting my seed. My boy was so happy, you should’ve seen his face. And since that day, I fucked his throat multiple times a week and he never complained, I literally treated his throat as a fleshlight and he just said thank you and thank you. I even did some research to make sure that there are not throat fissures lol
His hole is finally healed, so this morning I did not fuck him hard and rough, but I truly made love with my fag. I kissed him during the whole thing, I looked deep inside his eyes. I started with his ass up kissing his neck, then he rode me a little bit to make sure he would be comfortable, and then I finished in missionary kissing his face, repeating how special and gorgeous he is. And you know what, Sam? I did not cunt him because I was very gentle, but I think I cunted him mentally, because he was so submissive and obedient the whole day after I bred him. I could see in his eyes how special he felt, and I gave my sexy boy a nice load deep in his healed pussy.
So that’s it, Sam… this is not just a hot account of an Alpha banging a twink. This is my deep admiration and gratitude for having Gio in my life. I love my fag, I love Mario, and I love you, Sam.
I’ve said it before: there is practically no connection deeper or more resonant than that of an Alpha and his faggot. Why? Because both the Alpha and the faggot have to accept deep truths about themselves through each other. Each one fulfills something primal in the other: PURPOSE.
Master Lorenzo knows what Giovanni has had to fight through in order to find purpose at his feet. And Giovanni knows what Master Lorenzo was willing to do in order to have Giovanni as his property. The entire time, through every obstacle and challenge, they’ve never deviated from their purpose to each other as a Master or a faggot.
Master Lorenzo mentions how Gio was so eager to keep getting throat fucked despite the tears streaming down his face, his eyes affixed on his Master’s eyes. There’s NO WAY a God Alpha could look down at such devotion and fail to feel something.
And then came the lovemaking! Master Lorenzo slowly and deeply fucking Giovanni’s pussy, eye-to-eye and face-to-face, until he finally pumped his load deep inside Giovanni. His holy seed entering Giovanni and mingling with his blood … a God Alpha impregnating his faggot in the most significant way possible.
Master Lorenzo mentions a “cunting of the mind”. This is very true. First of all, seeding a faggot’s pussy will cause psychotropic effects anyway due to the chemical makeup of cum. But something else occurs when a faggot gets fucked like this – scratch that, made love to like this: the faggot falls in wondrous, awe-inspired love with its Master.
With all of the recent trouble involving Mario, Giovanni has felt like a lesser possession. He can’t compete with Mario’s transsexual versatility or status in Master Lorenzo’s life.
But Master Lorenzo making love to Giovanni reminded Gio that he truly is valuable to his great God Alpha Master. That he is not just useful … he is loved and appreciated!
Can you see what is possible when an Alpha and a faggot come together in loyalty, honesty, and purpose? It’s not just hot sex. It’s much more powerful than that.
It can be love.
I thank you and praise you, Master Lorenzo, for not only your unsurpassed example, but also for your love! And I thank my baby brother Giovanni for his heart and his love, too!
I still get that electric shiver remembering that afternoon back in the summer of 2025, one of those raw, unforgettable moments deep into our 8-year relationship as boyfriends, when Declan’s ownership felt as natural as breathing and the KINK3D Viper cage had long been our go-to for unbreakable, comfortable denial. The Viper was perfect by then: lightweight 3D-printed plastic with sweeping armored curves, full underside closure to crush any cheating thoughts, great airflow for endless wear, and my PA ring locked right through it, keeping me throbbing and secure without a second thought.
That morning he’d chosen my exposure uniform: the bright red mesh shorts, ultra-sheer, fine net-like fishnet that hid exactly zero details. They clung tight to my hips and thighs, the tiny holes putting the Viper’s black curves on blatant display in front, PA ring glinting, balls hanging heavy and vulnerable below. In back, the mesh parted naturally down the center seam, framing my ass cheeks completely bare, the vivid red netting contrasting my skin like I was packaged solely for his eyes. He tugged the waistband high, pulling the fabric taut over the cage and stretching it even tighter across my hole. “My perfect boy,” he murmured, fingers tracing the net along the Viper’s outline. “Locked like always, all see-through and desperate. These stay on all day, no covering. I want to watch you leak while you wait for me.”
Chores around the apartment were charged: dusting, laundry, prepping his snacks, every shift letting air tease through the open mesh, the Viper denying me relentlessly, pre-cum slowly soaking dark patches on the front where nothing was concealed.
By mid-afternoon Declan wanted gaming time, so he led me into our bedroom. The jail cell stood in its usual spot by the window: that sturdy gunmetal metal frame, vertical bars on the sides in a grid, horizontal slats across the top for solid strength, bottom padded with a dark gray blanket and rumpled bedding (though today it stayed empty).
He had me kneel in front of it, facing the bars, then pulled out the real police-issue handcuffs, those heavy stainless steel chain-linked cuffs, cold metal loops connected by a short rattling chain, ratcheting with that final authoritative click, double-lockable for no-escape security. He fastened one cuff snug around the base of my balls (above the sac for grip, always checked for circulation and safety, no risks in our play), threaded the short chain through a lower side bar of the cage, and locked the other end. It pulled me forward hard, making me to hunch against the metal frame from the outside, ass pushed out toward the room, Viper-caged cock and stretched balls thrust forward through the sheer red mesh, hole framed invitingly by the parted netting, body pinned helpless and on full display.
“Good boy,” he said casually, patting my head like his favorite toy before leaving with his controller and headset. “Quiet. Don’t move. I’m going to play my video games.”
Hours melted away. Game sounds filled the other room while I stayed frozen outside the cage, muscles burning sweetly from the pull, mind drifting deep into subspace. The mesh let every draft ghost over my skin, the chastity kept me locked tight and desperate, body a living display piece chained to the bars.
When he finally paused the game and I heard his walk, my pulse hammered. He approached slowly, no rush to release. He crouched in front of me, gripped my chin, tilted my face up to look at his eyes. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with affection and lust. “Chained outside your cell stuck by a pair of handcuffs, those slutty red shorts framing your Viper-locked cock and ass like a gift. So fucking beautiful after all these years. All mine.” He stood, unzipped, spat once on his thick cock to slick it, then stepped behind me. Hands braced on my hips through the mesh; one gripping firm. One slow, claiming push in, no extra prep, stretching and owning me while I gasped against the bars, cuffs keeping my balls pinned taut against the metal, the frame rattling softly with each deep thrust.
He fucked me hard then, every inch possessed, my body jerking forward against the cage with his rhythm. “This is what you’re for,” he growled low in my ear. “My hole. My toy. My good boy who waits so perfectly chained outside like this.”
Hours of knowing I was helpless, he didn’t last long. One final, bruising slam, and he buried deep, flooding me with heat as I moaned brokenly, the chastity holding my cock straining uselessly against its curved plastic prison.
Only after he softened and pulled out did he grab the key. He unlocked the cuffs gently, rubbing the marks on my balls with soothing care, kissing along my neck and spine. He helped me stand on shaky legs, pulled me into his arms, and held me close, stroking my hair, murmuring how much he loved his obedient, displayed boy. That same deep tenderness that’s carried us through 8 years, making every intense bit of control feel safe and cherished.
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling an 18-year-old 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!
For the last two weeks I’ve been receiving multiple panicked messages from Loic, my sweet French brother claimed by one of the greatest straight Alphas on this site, the incomparable Master Jerome. You see, Master Jerome set a date of January 24, 2026 to deflower little Loic, breed him, and claim him fully as his faggot.
Loic was just like every faggot prior to being fucked for the first time, nervous as hell. Will it hurt? Will I bleed? Will I be any good? Will I be ruined? Can I ever go back? These are all natural concerns of a virgin faggot facing a deadline like that.
I was less concerned for two reasons: (1) I know Master Jerome quite well, and was sure he would not intentionally hurt Loic, and (2) I know what awaits Loic on the other side of the deflowering.
So I calmly reassured Loic after every frightened message, eager to see Master Jerome finally claim his fourth owned faggot.
Well … guess what today’s date is? That’s right, the 24th! Loic made sure to write me right after the event!
Hi Sam, this is Loic!! It is almost 5pm now and guess what… I am not a virgin anymore!!
omg Sam, I don’t even know how to start, but Jerome is really a Master and a wonderful Man! The more I study about hierarchy, the more I see how superior Men like him were born to rule the world. I had been training for his for two weeks, but yesterday I was really afraid and texted him asking if we could postpone it for next week, and he just said “you agreed to be fucked on the 24th and I will fuck you on the 24th. Be here at 10am.” I was nervous, but at the same time his strong answer turned me on soooo much. My friends told me to block him and pretend that nothing happened, but I decided to listen to you brother Sam instead of my female friends. And I’m so happy I did it!
I arrived at his house, and he took me to his bedroom, he told me to relax, we watched an episode of heated rivalry together, we relaxed, and he started kissing me, telling me how pretty I was for him. Then I sucked his cock as I always do and he decided to take my virginity with my ass up. I asked to do it in missionary because I wanted to look at him, but he told me that missionary position would be harder for me to relax, so i just obeyed him and laid down on my stomach and my ass up for him. He was so gentle Sam, you have no idea, but at the same time really strong and firm. He held me with his big hands and started to invade my virgin ass, the only thing I could do was to beg him not hurt me, and he didn’t! He was a powerful Alpha but a gentleman as well. He fucked me nice and hard and it hurt a little bit, but I guess it is normal for my first time. He told me to ride him and he bred me while I was riding, it felt so magical.
I am happy and fulfilled! And I hope he will want to fuck me again soon! Thank you brother! I love you!
Master Jerome fucked Loic exactly the way I expected, like the powerful Protector Alpha he is!
I love that Master Jerome thought about the best way to fuck Loic in order to make it easier. Alphas don’t often consider the faggot’s feelings at all when fucking them, even when the fag is a virgin. Of course, straight Alphas are likely less inclined to want to fuck missionary (because they don’t necessarily want to look at the faggot) unless they’re trying to reinforce dominance or they’re trying to cunt it. I imagine Master Jerome will be trying to cunt Loic before too long, but we’ll see.
But Loic’s first time truly sounds almost dream-like, doesn’t it? What faggot wouldn’t want to be taken this way? Loic’s fulfillment is the culmination of his journey under Master Jerome’s command, and it couldn’t be any better!
Congratulations, Loic! I love you!
~ sam the faggot
P.S. Lose those Stygian witches who call themselves your friends! Those bitches don’t know what they’re talking about! They have been wrong at every turn!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the more engaging ongoing threads on this site is the story of brave little Mika. Through his courage, he was able to seduce a straight Alpha named Master Gael despite the fact that Master Gael has a fiancé named Luna he will soon marry. Master Gael is Mika’s first faggot, and Mika is Master Gael’s first Alpha, so it’s been a learning experience for both of them.
But a situation that would’ve been unthinkable for Master Gael a few years has become secretly life-changing for the young Alpha primarily because of Mika’s loyalty, discretion, and submission. Honestly, Mika’s story is a textbook example of how to serve a straight Alpha. I’m so very proud of him.
But this latest from Mika is his crowning achievement. I don’t want to waste any time getting to it:
Hola Sam!! This is Mika from Peru! Do you remember me? Happy New year Sam!! <3 I hope you are really well and happy
Remember that I told you that my King Gael will get married to Luna? I really need to tell you something, you’re the only one I can talk about these things, brother
Yesterday was Gael’s birthday, he made a little barbecue at his house with his friends from soccer and he invited me!! I wasn’t expecting at all because nobody knows that he knows me, we have no friends in common at all, and every time a serve him we are really discreet so nobody sees me in his car or leaving his apartment. But he invited me and I was sooooo happy, and I asked him if I needed to look straight because nobody knows I am gay and I was imagining that he wouldn’t want his friends to know that he had a faggot friend. But he just said “no worries, just feel comfortable, the guys won’t mind”, so I wore my earring, sexy shorts, and a nice shirt, not a femboy as he likes, but anyone could tell that I was a faggot just looking at me. I am so used to bullying that I was expecting that his friends would laugh at me or call me names, or exclude me from their conversations, I was already happy with the idea of just sitting at the corner and staying on my phone while the guys drink beer and laugh. Being next to Gael was already enough!
OMG Sam, his friends were sooooo hot, they were all shirtless and sweaty making barbecue, playing soccer, drinking beer, going to the pool, I felt in heaven, the only faggot among 7 straight Men. I wish I could worship and serve all of them!! I arrived there and was timid, I was totally different from them, but I said happy birthday to Gael, gave him my present, he said thanks and ran back to the soccer, and I sat down just looking at all those Men running for the ball wishing that they were all running to catch me jajaja when the game was over, they all came next to me because we were going to eat. I didn’t know any of them, and I was already prepared to homophobic comments or seeing them laughing at me. Of course I didn’t tell them I am gay, but it is very obvious on my face, my clothes, and my voice.
One of his friends is married and his wife is pregnant now. One of the guys asked to the other guy who is going to have a child “What would you do if one day your son is 15 arrives at home and says papi, this is my boyfriend?” They all laughed out loud, including Gael, and at that moment I thought “okay, it was too good to be true, they will start all the homophobic jokes now”, but then the other friend just answered “Well, I will offer some juice to my son’s boyfriend because if they are 15 I can’t offer a beer” and they laughed out loud again, all of them laughed but always including me, you know? all the other friends started to answer the same question in a funny but very gay-friendly like “if my son is gay, I will give him a car and a bottle of lube when he turns 18” and they all laughed again, then the other one said “I would give him a cowboy hat because he would spend the whole night riding”, and things like that
I think Gael noticed my relief when the guys were so gay-friendly, and for the very first time in my life I felt completely comfortable and happy among 7 straight Men. No girls, no gays, just me and those 7 amazing sweaty Alphas. That was the moment when the girls arrived. Luna and 3 other wives/girlfriends arrived together because they were together doing their hair. 4 of the guys were married or engaged, and 3 were single, so in total there were 7 Men, 4 girls, and me. I saw Luna in person for the very first time after looking at hundreds of her photos, it was difficult to pretend that I didn’t know anything about her because Gael literally calls me Luna every single time we are by ourselves. I dress up like her, I wear make-up like her, and recently I even bought a wig, I make every effort to be a fag version of herself, but she doesn’t even know that I exist. She is a pretty woman with a long dark hair but I could feel her bossy presence as soon as she arrived.
The guys were all laughing and have a good time with the question about the gay son, so she arrived in the front yard and said “what is so funny, guys?” Gael grabbed her by her waist and all the friend got so serious, no one was laughing anymore. Then he said “the guys are saying what they would do if their sons are gay”, then Luna answered “I don’t know what is so funny about it, you guys should take your families more seriously, but I know that it won’t be a problem for us because our children will be raised in a decent household”
Oh Sam, I felt like a bucket of icy water on my head, it was so weird to see all the guys stopping to laugh, I wanted to leave at that moment but Gael was so pretty and so happy with my presence among his friends, so I remained quiet and not even looked at her afraid of what she would say. Gael chuckled, clearly uncomfortable with her answer, and said “well, we never know” and then she started to say HORRIBLE things brother Sam, she said that no gay would come from her womb because she would generate a healthy child, then she said that the gays have mental issues. It really hurt me because even though she didn’t know me, it was very obvious that I was the only gay at the table, all the guys were looking at me while she was saying the homophobic things. She spoke for 2 or 3 minutes but it felt like hours and I was literally holding my tears, I would look stupid to cry in front of all his friends.
But then my King Gael interrupted her and said “here comes the party pooper, we don’t wanna know what you think about gays” I think that he realized how happy I was and how sad I got with what she said, so he was really smart and asked me to go to to the kitchen with the other 3 single guys to get some more plates while he and the married friends would get chairs for Luna and the other girls. I stood up and went to the kitchen and when I was walking I couldn’t hold my tears anymore, and I was soooo embarrassed to cry in front of three hot straight Alphas who I had never seen in my life. I thought they would never have empathy to a stupid faggot crying just because of what a homophobic girl said, but once again they surprised me so much!!! One of the guys (the one who said that would give a car and lube to his gay son) saw me crying first although I was trying to hide. He immeadiately stopped what he was doing and asked me if I was okay. I was really embarrassed so I said yes but I couldn’t stop crying for some reason, I think it was the emotional shock of being so happy and then so frustrated. There were 3 hot straight Men and one faggot crying at the kitchen looking for plates and forks, what a bizarre situation. Then another one of the guys tried to break the ice on that awkward moment and said “you know what guys? I think Mika needs a collective hug right now” This is what they do in the soccer game when their team score, they get close to each other, so all of them hug together and start to jump and yell something. So those three sexy Men got close to me and literally hug me tight in the middle of them and started to jump, rubbing their chests and legs on me (good think I was not caged because the cage would’ve broken against my hard dick!!)
I started laughing because their reaction to me crying was really sweet, and they were all so playful, doing with me exactly what they do among them, not discriminating me at all. Then one of the guys said “Don’t cry, ok? we are here to celebrate”, and the third one, a gorgeous Alpha called Cesar, said “if you’re not comfortable with the girls, we can stay here, just the single guys” It would’ve been amazing to spend the rest of my night with those amazing Men, but I didn’t want to disappoint my King Gael, so I went back to the front yard. For my surprise, the 4 girls were in a different table across the yard while the guys were at the same table as before, Gael told me to give the plates to the ladies and come back next to him, I did without making any eye contact with Luna, and ran back to Gael like a puppy. Then Gael said that Luna was “too annoying” and he told her to stay away from him. I felt so protected by my King! He is really perfect to me brother Sam!
After the party, when all the guys were drunk Cesar confessed me that before I arrived at the party Gael gathered all of them and said “My gay friend is coming today, if I hear any homophobic jokes, I will punch you guys on the face, he suffered a lot of bullying and homophobic jokes are a bad trigger for him” I LOVE my King!!! <3 Then his friend told me that all the guys told him that they would never be an asshole and treat a gay guy badly. All of the guys were really upset at Luna for what she said. I think Gael wasn’t expecting her to be so homophobic so quickly, that’s why he interrupted her when she started talking bad things about the gays.
Gael texted me this morning saying that he doesn’t know if we will keep seeing each other after he gets married but that he will never allow Luna to say those things about gays again. He apologized for her behavior and asked me how I was feeling. Can you believe that this amazing King SAID SORRY TO ME? He has always respectful with me but I would never imagine such a strong and cocky Alpha apologizing to me. Cesar is also really sweet and super hot. He answered my story on Instagram this morning and we talked a little bit. He started following me. I don’t understand why an amazing Man like him would want to be friends with a faggot like me, but of course I answered him and I was as nice as I could.
I am really sorry for the long message, Sam! But you are my only faggot friend and I wanted to share what happened yesterday with you. Could you please advise me? I really see you as my old brother and I truly love you! 🙂 <3 Happy new year!!!
I’m so thrilled by this new development! Here’s why:
Master Gael bringing his faggot to a party with both his Alpha brothers and his fiancé is pretty significant! Even though nobody knows that Mika is Master Gael’s personal faggot, it was still a huge (and telling) step forward in Master Gael’s ownership of Mika!
Master Gael prepared the way with his Alpha friends, making sure they understood he would not tolerate any cruelty or humiliation of Mika. That shows a tender side I don’t think we’ve seen from Master Gael yet, and reveals that he’s not only a Protector Alpha, but also a high-ranking Alpha (likely a God Alpha among his friends). This is why I’m always saying that we determine an Alpha’s hierarchical standing by watching how others respond to him. Clearly, Master Gael is just as powerful as we imagined, Mika!
Then Master Gael’s wicked cunt Luna had to show up and ruin it!
Mika described the scene perfectly, one played out time and again with straight Men burdened with bitchy, loud-mouthed women. These kinds of females ruin parties and fun with their whining and neediness. They bring an air of tension everywhere they go. Surely, Master Gael deserves better than that!
Then Luna loudly made those awful, homophobic remarks. She didn’t intentionally mean to hurt Mika, but her bigoted stupidity infects everything about her personality. Mika did a great job holding in his feelings, the only move possible in that situation. Again, perfect behavior from my little brother!
I thought it was funny (and again, telling) that Master Gael relegated Luna and the other females to a table away from the Alphas (and Mika). Master Gael clearly prefers the company of his Alpha pack than the screeching harpy he’s planning to marry, and Mika’s behavior was so much better than Looney Luna’s that Master Gael couldn’t help but notice the difference. Faggot or not, Mika would be such a better trophy than that selfish bitch!
The Alpha brothers comforting Mika was also a very sweet way to help soften Luna’s harsh words and make Mika smile. It’s obvious Mika made an great impression on those Alphas, especially Cesar! I’m just saying this without much proof: I wouldn’t be surprised if Master Gael allows Cesar to try out Mika’s service at some point. This is something that Alphas do with each other. Sharing faggots is a way of showing each other affection as well as displaying power. I just have a feeling about it!
Overall, this is a big deal. Master Gael had to be as impressed as I am by Mika’s perfectly submissive behavior at a raucous social gathering full of unfamiliar Alphas. He’s probably so proud to own such a wonderful faggot! I think Mika just made Master Gael’s decision to dismiss Mika after the marriage much harder! I have no idea how Master Gael could ever dismiss Mika’s faithful service once he’s weighed down with that cold cunt Luna!
I want to say this directly to Mika: Baby boy, I love you very much! You make me so proud all the time! I’m so glad I made this website that has helped you become fulfilled and allowed me to have a little brother like you! My heart is with you always!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Little Giovanni is one of the greatest faggots to ever grace the pixels of this website. He’s an absolute joy, unbounded in his adoration of his Master Lorenzo and constantly wide-eyed with excitement over any opportunity to be of service to Alphas. When he doesn’t understand something, he respectfully asks for help. He loves with the heart of an innocent child, but he has the body of a stripper faggot.
In other words, he’s the perfect faggot for a God Alpha of Master Lorenzo’s formidable power.
To this point Giovanni has had very few tests to confront during his idyllic tenure as Master Lorenzo’s primary and dearest faggot. Gio’s never faced any kind of real threat to his position or purpose at all since Master Lorenzo took ownership of him.
Until now.
I’m going to let Giovanni tell the story, and then I’ll jump back in with more commentary.
Hello, brother Sam!! This is Gio <3
Something happened here and Master Lorenzo told me to talk to you…
I will try to be brief: Papi brought home a guy called Mario and said that he would be our new friend. When he says our new fried is a way to tell me and Rafa that a new faggot will serve him, which happens from time to time. But this time it was different because Mario didn’t look like a faggot at all, and when he came to our place he didn’t kneel, didn’t serve Papi, it was really weird. He sat on Lorenzo’s couch, drank some wine with my Master while I was there looking at them and serving. I thought that he could me another Alpha to fuck me, but Lorenzo doesn’t like other Men touching me. The only guys who fucked me was Jose from Mexico and Juan from Spain, but they are like brothers and best friends for Lorenzo, I was really confused with that random guy who I had never seen before drinking wine and laughing with my papi (and I admit that I was confused and jealous because Lorenzo was not giving me attention while I was trying to serve them).
My wonderful Master was soooo into Mario, they were talking, ang laughing and having such a great time, and they were ignoring me. Something really weird was going on, then after 2 hours Papi said, “ok, let’s go to bed” and he took Mario by his arm, and just told me to follow them. I was already expecting that I would get down on my knees and suck two big cocks, but again something felt weird because Papi doens’t share me with random guys like this.
Omg brother Sam!! Mario was really hot so I was relaxing and accepting that Papi probably changed his mind and wanted a random guy to fuck my pussy, so I got on my knees and behaved like his good boy. Mario looked at me, chuckled, look at my Papi and said “oh, he doesn’t know, right?” Lorenzo was laughing as well in a very sexy way, then he held my head, put his fingers on my hair, rubbed my cheeks, and said “he doesn’t, but he is a really good boy, he will be okay”. I was sooooo confused, brother Sam!! I looked up at them and saw two really hot Men looking down at me, waiting for more orders from my Master Lorenzo. He put his pants down and his cock was already super hard, but then Mario put his pants down as well and omg!!! He had a pussy, brother Sam!!!!!! He was a trans Man and I had no idea, it was impossible to tell.
I was staring at his pussy trying to understand and with no reaction, they were both completely naked and laughing again, but Lorenzo was rubbing my face next to his big legs and said “are you surprised, baby?” I was so surprised, but I didn’t want to disobey him, so I just said “I couldn’t tell, papi. But I am here to make you happy”. Mario got down on his knees, kissed my cheek and said “don’t be jealous, baby. This cock is big enough for both of us” He started sucking Lorenzo’s hard cock, while I was worshipping his balls and then I was more comfortable. We gave Master a double blowjob, but he was crazy to fuck Mario’s pussy, and he fucked him soooo much. Lorenzo started fucking him missionary, then Mario rode his cock, then doggy style, and I was just looking at them.
I know I shouldn’t feel jealous, but for the first time I felt that my perfect Master didn’t want to fuck me anymore. We had many 3somes before and my brother Rafa always serve him with me, but Master always balances his attention between me and the other faggot. This time was different, he was so happy fucking Mario’s pussy, like a new toy he wanted to use 24/7. They were like a couple in love fucking in their honeymoon and I was just looking at Master, craving for his cock, hungry for some cum. Lorenzo kissed Mario with so much passion and put his whole cock so deep in his pussy, and I saw my Master and King breeding his pussy and he was so satisfied, I could see the pleasure in his face. Mario was also so happy, he looked at me, told me to approach, and kissed my cheek again.
Master said “come here, baby” and gave me his cock covered in cum and pussy juice to clean it. I cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue, but I didn’t even need to take a shower because I was not sweaty and had no cum inside my whole to wash. Lorenzo took Mario to the shower and bathed him and his pussy, then Mario left, Lorenzo cuddled with me, told me that he loved me, that I am gorgeous, etc. On the next day, I did something that made my Master really upset… We woke up together, I hugged him in a romantic way, kissed him and said “papi, why don’t we call Rafa, I miss my brother, I don’t think we need to call that guy from yesterday to our house again” then I insisted and said “I don’t want that guy in our house”
oh Sam, he did not like my tone at all! Lorenzo is always polite but he told me in a really firm voice “baby, I think there are some things you haven’t understood about me. First, it is my house not our house, you live here because I love you and take care of you, but I don’t recall giving you permission to give orders about MY house. Second, that guy from yesterday has a name. He is Mario and he is coming again tonight.” Then I said “but why, papi? It is so good when Rafa and me serve you together, two holes just for you, you are our King” And then he just held my neck and said “well, Mario also has two holes for me, now come here” and he pushed my head to his cock to suck his morning wood. For the first time in my life I sucked Master’s cock thinking about something else other than pleasing him. I was just thinking about Mario and how Master said that he has two holes, I tried my best to give great head as I always do, but I couldn’t focus. Master came in my mouth, I swallowed, and at night Mario came over again, Lorenzo fucked him again, but I was clearly not into it, I think Mario noticed how I didn’t want to serve by his side, but Master did what he needed to do and fucked Mario’s pussy again. And we had a really long conversation when Mario left.
Lorenzo really is a good Man and he loves me, so he asked me why I was acting weird and why I was trying to sabotage his new fucktoy. I started to cry and said that it was really scary for me to see Mario because the only thing that girls can offer and I cannot offer is a pussy, but Mario looks like a gorgeous guy and at the same time he has 2 holes to offer to him, and that really scares me!! I have always been my Master’s favorite boy and I didn’t want to lose him. He calmed me down in his arms, kissed me, and said that he was just excited to be fucking a FTM trans for the first time, and he is really enjoying it. Then he kissed my face to clean my tears and said that I am the most special boy in the world and even if Mario had 5 holes he wouldn’t change me. And Mario is not a faggot at all, he is even a little dominant in his attitude sometimes, so Lorenzo said that he would never have him as a houseboy, he just wants to enjoy his new fucktoy.
Now I am feeling better about all of this, but after our conversation Lorenzo said that he was not happy with my attitude trying to stop him from fucking Mario. Then he said “tell Sam what you did and ask him if this is how a good faggot should behave”
So I am here following Master’s orders, brother Sam! Can you please talk more about transgender men? I know nothing about this world. Are there trans men who are faggots? Are there trans men who are alphas? Where are they in the hierarchy?
And Sam, am I wrong trying to decide who Lorenzo should fuck or not? He always tells me that he loves me and that I am his special boy, I thought I could filter who he brings to his house (but he is right, it is not our house, it is his house)
I am just a little confused and scared 🙁 but Papi brought me flowers today with a little card saying “no matter what happens, you are my special boy”, so I am feeling much better now! But can you please help me brother Sam? I love you!
I do really feel for Giovanni. He’s an innocent faggot whose heart and mind are filled with child-like dreams. Hierarchy, however, isn’t for children. It’s harsh reality, ruled by Men and their desires. Faggots fall into Hierarchy like meat into a grinder (no pun intended), and they come out of it looking very different.
As a seasoned faggot who has been granted special access to Master Lorenzo, I knew a few curveballs were coming for Giovanni. However, this particular curveball threw me for several loops also. A transsexual? I wasn’t expecting that at all!
Now Giovanni is faced with the test virtually every faggot faces at some point while owned by a truly powerful Alpha: how do we handle our Master taking on someone with whom we cannot compete?
For me, it happened when my straight Master Steve had a serious girlfriend. I was his live-in faggot at the time, and he was beginning to make rumblings of me moving out so he could move her in. I became quite emotional, with lots of tears and demands for an explanation. And that’s when Master Steve forced me to stay in a closet and watch him fuck his girlfriend instead of me. Through my tears and my broken heart I was forced to accept that there simply some things I will never be able to give him, things he truly wanted.
It was painful, but I learned.
Gio is going through something similar with Master Lorenzo and this transsexual named Mario. It’s hard to be the faggot slave of an Alpha and serve faithfully for a long period of time, and then watch as your Master enjoys himself as equals with someone who is equipped differently.
To combat that, Giovanni snapped back with a disastrous demand about being able to approve of people allowed to come to THEIR place. This was the same mistake I also made with Master Steve. But it’s completely wrong for any faggot to make that kind of demand on an Alpha, because faggots are not equal to their Alpha even if they’re paying for the place!
But in this case, Master Lorenzo is paying for everything. It’s his place materially, financially, and hierarchically. Giovanni made a huge mistake (that made me literally wince when I read it), and Master Lorenzo jumped on it and corrected Gio as he should.
Gio asked me about transsexuals and their place in hierarchy. Their place really depends on where the Alpha places them. I think it would be fair to say that they are like females. In other words, they are higher than faggots because they occupy a place similar to a female. Mario’s actions clearly indicated that as well, seemingly acknowledging Giovanni’s lower status.
And I will admit that I felt hurt for Giovanni. It’s really painful, and I don’t know that Master Lorenzo fully understands that. How could he?
But I would reassure Giovanni that Master Lorenzo deeply loves him. He’s tried to show that ever since this happened (the flowers were a nice touch), and Giovanni would do well to focus on those acts of love rather than worry about the future. Giovanni’s place will be assured for life with Master Lorenzo if he can pass this test and remain submissively in service.
Ultimately, Giovanni needs to look at it this way: Master Lorenzo is an extremely powerful God Alpha who is going to fuck plenty of other holes. Some might even have three holes like Mario has.
But there’s only one faggot who has the two holes Master Lorenzo truly cherishes, and that’s because sweet little Gio is more than two holes to Master Lorenzo. Giovanni is the faggot Master Lorenzo took complete ownership of as his own as he ascended to embrace his own destiny as a God Alpha. Gio’s deep and complete submission helped to enable that ascension, and Master Lorenzo is faithful enough to recognize that critical contribution.
They will never be a couple in the traditional sense, but Master Lorenzo and his faggot Giovanni are pair-bonded in a more meaningful way, a hierarchical way. Giovanni’s place at Master Lorenzo’s feet will always be assured!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the adventures of Avi, a 21-year-old faggot discovering the wonders of cunting and deepening his submission to Alphas! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
People were pretty excited to read the thread developing here about a faggot named Avi who was being cunted by his childhood friend (who still remains unnamed!). All along I have been urging Avi to actually submit and ask this Alpha to take official ownership of him. After all, definitive ownership would be great in developing Avi’s submission, but also help to elevate his Alpha friend to his proper place hierarchically and teach him deeper truths.
Avi agreed. Right before Thanksgiving he wrote this: The Alpha as a childhood friend has been invited by mother to our Thanksgiving celebration this evening, so I intend to ask him to own me today. I believe he will say yes. I will keep you updated.
Well, during yesterday’s Thanksgiving festivities Avi decided to take a bold step. Check this out!
The Alpha and I talked once he got into the house. We both went to speak first, and I stopped myself and he told me that I was his, and I told him I was about to ask to be his. We stared at each other and just laughed, as we realized I’d been his from when we first met in first grade. He told me we were going to have our own ‘celebration’ before the Thanksgiving one. He ordered me to my knees, and fucked my face so good I came three times just from servicing his delicious smelling and tasting cock. Then he bent me over my bed, and cunted me again! He fucked me for two hours, with a couple short breaks in between. But I kept cumming and shuddering, and my mind kept getting deep into subspace as it broke over and over. Again, I felt like I was looking at Apollo descended from Olympus, like he was the sun around which I orbit. Then, he was sweet enough to hold me as I came back to myself, and clean me up, and then we went down to Thanksgiving dinner together, and he fingered my pussy throughout the dinner. And when it was over, and the others were distracted with festivities, we snuck off and I spent the rest of the time serving his cock, getting cunted again, even though I was coming dry at that point, even though my pussy kept quivering. He told me to give him the key to my clitty cage, and that he wants me plugged when not fucked. And I’m to keep dressing rather effeminately, but to now add a slutty edge.
I am so happy to be owned.
Beautiful!
It’s great to see that Avi’s former friend/new Master already has the instincts needed to properly own a faggot. I loved hearing that he held Avi and helped Avi recover after such an explosive cunting session! Many Alphas ignore aftercare (because, of course, Men don’t require aftercare), but this Master does appreciate the need to help a faggot recuperate after being fucked by his powerful Alpha cock! I imagine some of that stems from the fact that they’ve been friends since early childhood and there are some deep emotions involved.
I just knew it wouldn’t take much for Avi to convince his Alpha friend to take ownership of him! As faggots, we must be brave like this! In many cases we are introducing the very thing many Alphas need but don’t realize it yet. These Alphas are a bit like Mr. Anderson in the movie THE MATRIX, stuck inside an ill-fitting world and conditioned to conform, when in reality they are actual SUPERHUMANS like Neo. And just like Mr. Anderson had to be tempted down the “rabbit hole” and shown the truth, so do these Alphas!
The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Faggots in general are insecure creatures. After all, we are weak, slavishly addicted to service and submission. We are conditioned by both our Hierarchical place and by the Alphas who own/use us to always remember our fallen, inferior state.
In fact, it’s our weak and submissive state that makes Alphas love owning us.
But such a place in Hierarchy creates self-esteem issues. Many faggots struggle with intense feelings of worthlessness and shame. Alphas grew up as beautiful, desirable, popular, and well-adjusted; on the flip side, faggots grew up with none of those formative advantages. Faggots are often the outcast, the forgotten, the shunned. Faggots are often used and tossed away. Self-esteem is definitely difficult to cultivate, even in the best circumstances.
Which is why I initially flinched when Master Maurice wrote to me about wanting to take ownership of a beautiful faggot named Éduoard who happens to be paralyzed from the waist down. Instantly I put myself in my brother’s place, and imagined how I’d feel trying to serve a gorgeous and healthy God Alpha while being crippled. Oh gosh, whenever I do I feel a wave of shame ripple through me!
I flinched because I knew the difficult road ahead, a road Master Maurice was bravely willing to travel because he is a great Protector Alpha and he loved that beautiful faggot. I hoped that somehow Master Maurice’s influential power and his gigantic heart would help little, broken Éduoard finally find completion.
But, as always, roads often become bumpy … and undriveable.
Hey Sam,
Here is Master Maurice from Switzerland again. I have been learning a lot about how to properly use my fag. I don’t know if you remember him, but he has a disability and cannot walk. He can only move his neck and arms. I think I’ve been taking care of him very well, but I have an issue that you might be able to help.
He always repeats how hot I am and considering that I have been working out since I was 18, I guess he’s right. I am tall and consider myself a quite confident and handsome Alpha Man. The problem is that my boy is constantly afraid of being replaced. He has been saying things like “why would a man like you stay with a fag like me? I can’t even walk” And that’s crazy because I was the one hitting on him from the beginning, I wanted to feed and breed him from the first time I put my eyes on him. And he’s a really hot twink with a tight ass, but he thinks he is worthless because of his condition.
Sometimes I like to watch porn while he sucks my cock, and a few days ago we were doing this and something quite unusual happened. I know that my boy feels bad for not being able to offer his ass to me doggy style, it’s a big taboo in his mind. So I always try to be thoughtful and watch fags being fucked on their stomachs, although he has never asked me such a thing. So a few days ago I was watching this really sexy blonde twink getting fucked on his stomach while the Alpha was banging him just like I do with my boy. I was getting close and everything was going really well with his mouth serving my cock and balls. But then the fag on the video put his ass up and he Alpha held his ass doggy style. I noticed that my boy saw it but he was a good boy and continued to suck me until I finished in his mouth. He swallowed my cum as I trained him to do, and in less than five minutes he started to cry with all the air of his lungs, weeping histerically. I comforted him in my arms trying to understand what was going on. And my boy just repeated that he was a useless boyfriend because I would never be able to fuck him missionary or doggy style. My balls were empty and I just wanted to relax and fall asleep, but I spent an hour taking care of my boy until he stopped crying.
So Sam, I’d like to hear from you. How can I show my boy how special he is? I took him as my boyfriend, I introduced him to my friends, I call him a good boy every single day, and really take care of him. But he has this huge internal block in his mind affecting his self-esteem.
Ironically enough, I have no intention to break up with him because of his disability. But yesterday I thought for the first time that dealing with these crises so often, while there are thousands of twinks in my city willing to serve me, might be too much for me. Am I an asshole for thinking like that?
Thanks, Sam
I openly cried when I first read Master Maurice’s letter. I feel so much of Éduoard’s pain, shame, and crushing frustration. This faggot understandably feels so inadequate that he’s unable to embrace the great fortune he has of being owned by a God Alpha like Master Maurice. It’s like having the most delectable feast laid out before you, but because you feel fat you never enjoy a single bite.
I’m instantly reminded of my time as the owned faggot of Master Aaron. The Alphas I’ve served were all good-looking in various ways, but Master Aaron was truly breathtaking. He had a model’s face and a gorgeous, muscular body wrapped in a tan that looked as delicious as it tasted. As a straight Alpha, he had his pick of females, but he chose to own ME … and I could never understand it, let alone accept it. Master Aaron’s occasional gifts to me (like flowers or heartfelt cards) or his compliments when I served him helped soothe my self-esteem issues, but they never went away completely.
But I wasn’t crippled, either. I can only imagine if I had been crippled, my situation with Master Aaron would’ve been drastically different.
What Master Maurice is attempting to do here is admirable – beautiful, even – but I’m not sure the self-esteem issues will ever go away. Not completely. I did some research into this topic (since I have little practical experience), and here are some suggestions (from research and my own brain) to boost Éduoard’s self-esteem:
1. Encourage artistic expression. One thing the handicapped need are personal outlets, ways for them to express themselves through art of some kind. That could be writing, sculpting, music, singing, public speaking, drawing, etc. When they try these art forms, be encouraging and genuinely complimentary.
2. Encourage personal growth. Disabled people sometimes wallow in feelings of helplessness and self-pity. Push them to try new things that initially might even be a little bit of a struggle for them, but once successful can be sources of pride. Of course, be helpful and encouraging when they try.
3. Try to find humor in situations. This can be tricky, but disabled people who can laugh at themselves and their situations have much better success with self-esteem. Disabled people are just like every other screwed up person on the planet. Laughing at it helps the pain and burden lighter for them, and everyone else.
4. Try to keep a proper perspective. A disabled person isn’t dead, nor are they useless. While we have life, we have possibilities. There might be limitations on what we can do, but we can find joy in the things we can!
5. Don’t give up on them. Disabled people fear abandonment more than anything else. They often need people anyway, but they don’t want to lose the support that keeps them fighting for their lives. Keep showing them you love them and care about them and that they’re a special part of your life!
Master Maurice has accepted a tremendous assignment. He’s elected to become that Superman other Men and Alphas could never be. He’s already fulfilled practically every dream Éduoard could possibly have.
But the road ahead will still be difficult, no doubt. Perhaps some of the tips I’ve provided above can help Éduoard build up some self-confidence and sense of worth. I hope so! He’s a good faggot who has been gifted with the opportunity of a lifetime – serving a God Alpha daily!
But my heart goes out to Master Maurice in particular. It’s clear he desperately wants to reach Éduoard and lift him up emotionally, and his honest letter reveals some of the heartbreak he’s feeling right now. He may never manage to accomplish it entirely, at least not the way he wants.
I hope he does win this battle against Éduoard’s insecurities! But I bless him and thank him for trying at all!
