Hi Sam. I hope all is well! I’m wondering if you still have your old archive of videos anywhere? On the old site there was a favourite of mine, it was this big muscular black God Alpha discipling His white faggot. I think it was called The Importance of Aftercare. The faggot is naked and blindfolded and kneeling before its owner. Then the Alpha struck it hard across the face, knocking the faggot off balance. The Alpha then lowered Himself to the fag and held its face gently explaining why He had to punish it. He even softly kissed it. The fag then asked if it could hug its owner and the Alpha stood back up and allowed it to hug Him around the waist. He then fed it his cock. It was amazing! I’d love to see it again.

Thanks for writing!

I love my OG readers and their terrific memories! Yes I definitely remember that video! It was such an unusual one, so it stuck out.

It’s not in the archives (video wasn’t preserved), but I might have it on my hard-drives … but everything is currently in storage.

Thanks for the memory!

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

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

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

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

Hi Sam,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Ethan #5

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

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

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

Just ask poor Evan!

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

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

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

Always,

sam the faggot

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

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

Master Joe is one of those secure Alphas.

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

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

But Master Joe had a terrific perspective on this:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are a couple of milestone moments that transformed this humble Tumblr sex blog into a mammoth site of hierarchical truth. One was the discovery of Master Jase (California Alpha). Another was the story of Frat Fag (which will be returning soon to the paid threads portion of the site).

But the story of straight Master Jin and his college roommate Chin mushroomed into a saga so gigantic that I almost lost fingers trying to type fast enough. Through countless hours of messaging, emails, counseling, and recording every word for posterity, Master Jin’s story nearly broke me … but it also built the foundation for this monstrosity you’re reading today.

Master Jin’s story started in 2019, and here we are still talking in 2026. A lot has changed with Master Jin since then. He’s now a successful doctor who bravely and tirelessly fought the COVID epidemic in Canada. He has a steady girlfriend.

But some things remained the same. He still owns Chin and Lee as his live-in faggots. They’re both still caged. He still milks them a couple of times a week. And he makes sure they’re constantly filled with his potent seed.

I recently had a conversation with Master Jin that started with Master Jin asking this: “Do you think Lee is happy being my fag?”

So I shared this beautiful thought Lee had sent to me:

Needless to say, Master Jin was really happy to hear that … so happy that he went home that night and cunted Lee!

Lee is in a bit of a mess because I managed to cunt him again this evening. Faggot I did it because you showed me the message he sent I knew he was in need of a good fuck. Lee is a very good fuck. I do enjoy my faggots.

Then came a couple of surprises regarding Master Jin’s girlfriend:

okay but she has a hard time about my fags. When I showed her that they were caged that did not help. She is still processing it I think. Feels so normal to me.

Then, another doozie:

Well it was bad. She came back and I was fucking Lee. She was upset. She went back to her mums.

Wow! That’s crazy! However, it’s an Alpha’s right to use whatever he wants. A female can just leave if she can’t handle the fact that very dominant Alphas must exercise their power over everyone, both females and faggots. It’s simply nature.

But then something happened that demonstrates the absolute power Alphas have to really change those they own:

I called Lee a good girl as I was milking her the other day. I think things are changing for the best.

Lee told me about this incident, and how it affected him:

Since Jin cunted me twice in only two weeks I feel very strange. I am not a man I understand that. I think I am more a girl than a faggot. When he said that I’m a “good girl” on the weekend it triggered something deep inside me. I really am a girl trapped in a man’s body. I have not even talk to Jin about it yet.

Think about that: a Master’s words to his faggot can change its entire perception of itself or trigger deeper needs within it!

Master Jin thinks the prolonged chastity and being cunted repeatedly is responsible for Lee’s desire to have a sex change operation. I don’t necessarily agree. But we did see a similar course with Master Matt’s faggot Yul many years ago. I don’t think transsexualism is understood well enough to make any definitive statement.

Every time I talk to Master Jin and his beautiful, obedient faggots Chin and Lee, I’m filled with joy and pride. We’ve been through so much together, and yet every day I learn more and more from them!

I love you all!

sam the faggot

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!

It’s been a very long time since I’ve heard from one of the greatest powers to ever grace this site, the glorious God Alpha Master Lorenzo. I understand why. He’s been incredibly busy getting his PhD and becoming a researcher and professor. On top of all that, he owns one of the most amazing faggots in this world, Giovanni, and was dating a FTM transsexual named Mario. That’s a pretty full plate.

Now, I’ve made myself unavoidably clear since I heard the first reports about Mario’s arrogant, selfish, and often cruel behavior as Master Lorenzo’s supposed partner. I despised virtually everything about Mario’s attitude from Day One, but that opinion calcified into granite-hard hatred for Mario when I heard the way this twisted bitch was treating my dearest Giovanni. NOBODY treats my baby brother that way. Giovanni serves Master Lorenzo with his whole, sweet heart, guided by love, admiration, and awe for his indescribably perfect Owner, and he deserves ONLY praise for the faithful way he loyally serves Master Lorenzo every single day.

So that means the abuse that Giovanni suffered at the hands of Mario is entirely the fault of Master Lorenzo. It pains me to write that condemnatory sentence, because I adore Master Lorenzo and I deeply respect him. But there is simply no way around it. His beautiful, loyal faggot Gio endured months and months of emotional abuse because of Mario, and Master Lorenzo ignored it because he was enjoying Mario’s pussy. It’s almost inexcusable, and it was a constant source of consternation and disappointment for me.

I can only imagine the heartbroken sadness Gio felt while being abused and looking desperately for support from a Master who seemed blissfully indifferent. I’m setting that sentence apart to highlight it. Read it again. I mean every word of it.

I warned Master Lorenzo repeatedly about the dark presence of this ungrateful and hateful cunt, but he wouldn’t listen even to me. It definitely affected my respect for him, and that loss made me so depressed. But, as I’ve learned over the years, even our greatest Men fail us.

But tonight I received a letter directly from Master Lorenzo himself, because something very significant happened that will change all of their lives going forward:

Hello my sweet fag Sam, this is Master Lorenzo. I was going to let Gio send you this update, but I chose to find a quick window in my schedule and write to you in my own words because this is important. And I guess you will enjoy what you’re gonna read.

You probably remember that I was trying to manage Mario and Gio. While Gio was the sweet and obedient fagboy I always wanted, Mario was a nice and sexy trans boyfriend who treated me really well and had a good time with me, but did not respect Gio at all. You also probably remember that I encouraged my sweet Gio to go to college and I have been paying for his tuition, materials, and books. I am demanding with his studies and want him to be committed to his future profession, I check his grades every month, and make sure that he is on top of things. And he has demonstrated excellent performance, a really good boy who makes me proud every day. This semester, however, despite his efforts, he failed Pharmacology. He needed a 7, and scored a 6.6. I told him to email his professor, and she said that she sees a lot of potential in Gio, but wants him to do the class again for him to explore his full potential. As you also know, I have a PhD in Physics and work as a professor, so I don’t blame his professor. I have done similar things in the past with students who do not understand their real potential. My boy, however, was devastated. He cried for hours on my chest, apologizing and repeating that he was just a “stupid fag.” I spent the whole night with him in my arms, told him that I would be more than happy to pay the credits for him to retake the class,  then I cooked a very nice dinner for us, cuddled with him the whole night, and when he was feeling better he sucked my cock, made me really hard, and I fucked him in the most tender way I have ever fucked a fag. I stayed in missionary at all times, kissing him, and saying how proud I was of everything he has done while thursting inside of him very gently. I came as deep as I could inside of him, told him that I loved him, and he fell asleep in my arms.

That was Friday night, and I thought I had solved the problem, but then a hurricane called Mario hit my apartment on Saturday morning. Our agreement was that Mario would come Saturday morning and spend the day with Gio and I. I anticipated that Mario would say something mean if he knew about Gio failing the class, given that we had had several conversations about his bad behavior with my boy Gio. Mario always repeated how proud he was of attending a tuition-free public college and not needing anyone to pay for his degree. So I warned him and made it very clear that, if he dared to say something cruel to affect Gio, he would never be welcome in my house anymore. He probably thought I was not being serious, but sometimes a Man needs to do what a Man needs to do.

Mario arrived here on Saturday morning, and at first everything was going well. Gio was really sweet as always and asked Mario if he wanted to play video games. For a few minutes, I thought that I would finally have peace between my two boys. But then Gio won the first match and opened a big smile, it was just a silly game, I never thought something bad could come from that. For my shock and revolt, Mario said “yeah Gio, you’re really good at this game, but maybe you should play less video games and study a bit more.” I saw all the joy leaving my boy’s face, he didn’t answer, looked at the floor, and just went to the kitchen saying that he would start cooking. My blood was boiling, I was dominated by anger to see Mario doing something that he knew would make Gio sad. I didn’t even ask for an explanation, I just stood up, pointed to the door and said “Mario, you’re not staying for lunch today, please leave”, he tried to answer and said that it was just a joke, then he approached me trying to kiss me and saying that we could have sex while Gio cooked for us, which instead of turning me on only made me angrier. I simply said “I won’t say it twice”, and pointed to the war.

Enough is enough. I went to the kitchen, Gio was crying again. I held him in my arms, told him that Mario had left, and that he would never set a foot in my house again. He cooked for us, we had lunch together, we played the video games he loves together, we watch a movie, and the load that I would have probably shot inside Mario’s pussy ended up inside Gio’s throat on Saturday night. I thought about calling Mario to break up with him, but I didn’t want to give him even more attention, so I just broke up with him via text, told him that he would never offend Gio again, he got pissed and said that I would never have a real boyfriend if I tried to keep Gio “as a puppy” forever, and he dared to say that Gio is not a person for me to build a life with because he takes advantage of the things I pay for him. This is a lie and very stupid because all the things I have paid for him and his mother were my initiative. They have never asked for one cent. On the contrary, his mother always shows a lot of gratitude every time I help her. I am not rich at all, but I have a good job and his mom is a cleaning lady, so helping my sweet boy’s mother is nothing but basic social justice for me. I just said to Mario that Gio is the sweetest boy I have ever met, and even he is a puppy he is a much better puppy than Mario was a boyfriend. He blocked me and I don’t think I’ll ever hear back from him.

A week later, Juan, my gorgeous Alpha brother from Mexico, came to my place for the third time to visit me. You probably remember that I took his virginity and since then I’ve been the only Man he allows to fuck him, other than that he is exclusively a top who has been breeding countless fags in Mexico. We are really close now, we have a group chat with the two of us, Rafa, and Gio. And we are a happy family of two Alphas and two fags. As soon as he arrived, Gio welcomed him on his knees, kissed his feet, smelled his crotch, the full package of a good faggot greeting my brother. I had told Juan about what Mario did and he was also pissed, so he was extra caring with Gio, I let them have some fun while I ran some errands because I knew that Juan’s tight hole would be mine. I left the house for them, and Gio was taking a shower when I arrived home a few hours later. Juan told me that he had bred Gio twice and congratulated me for having trained such a perfect fag. I told him that I knew very well how amazing Gio’s hole was, but that I really missed his hole.

The good thing about being the only Man fucking another Alpha is that his hole is really tight and I have the opportunity to mold his hole with my cock. I sent Gio to the kitchen to cook dinner, and took Juan to my room. His blowjob is not even close to Gio oral skills, but having such a dominant Alpha on his knees struggling to take my cock in his throat is such an incredible feeling. He gave me good head, then asked me to fuck him, I need to go really slow with him because, while Gio and Rafa have a smooth ass and pussies that I shape to take my cock with no effort, Juan has the hole of an Alpha, which means it’s tight and hairy. We made good Alpha sex, the kind of sex that I simply can’t have with Gio and Rafa because they’re my sweet boys who want to be protected, and Juan is an equal, a brother who accepts my cum inside of him.

Juan and I agreed that he will come to my place every other month, and I’ll take Gio to Mexico in our next vacation to spend some time with him. I want to make him a more frequent member of my hierarchical family. I am not ashamed to admit that I was wrong about Mario, I think a Man needs to be bold enough to admit when he is wrong. And today I admit that I was wrong. I did something that many Men would refuse to do: I held Gio in my arms, I kissed his forehead, and apologized. I said sorry to my sweet boy and told him that he is my priority and no one will treat him like that again. I wish Mario all the best and I hope he’ll find someone nice, but he doesn’t belong to my life anymore. Gio, however, has been the most important part of my life for years, and he still is.

That’s it, Sam. I thank you for all your attention and consideration with my little Gio, he truly loves you. I also apologize to you for not listening to you when you suggested that Mario was not a partner for me. And I hope that my Alpha brothers will read that and see that there is nothing wrong in admitting a mistake and changing our habits.

Take care, my sweet fag. Your Master thinks about you all the time.

Master Lorenzo.

Well, that’s more like it!

I’m glad that Mario’s unacceptable behavior finally caused Master Lorenzo to open his eyes to what that abuse was doing to Gio. I’m honestly baffled by how long it took, though. How can I see it so clearly through letters on the internet when Master Lorenzo has Giovanni breaking down in tears right in front of him?

I’m not going to dwell on this too much. I thank Master Lorenzo for personally sharing this experience, and I’m thankful that some of Gio’s trust and hope in his Master has been restored! Like any faggot, Gio just wants to know he is safe at the feet of his Master. I think Gio’s trust is being restored now that Mario’s been given the boot.

I’m certainly never going to say something crude like “I told you so” to a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo. However, it might be good to remember that, even though I’m a faggot, I’m not dumb. Listen to me, Master, when I implore you to change something. I’m only doing it because I love you and little Gio with my whole heart!

Yours Always,

sam the faggot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you.

Sir, thank you so much for writing to me!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the 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 honestly feel like a silly fangirl whenever I write or speak about Alpha Matt, the straight, 25-year-old Protector Alpha who has shepherded his faggot best friend Andres to safety and into the service of his Alpha friend Diego. There’s something about his steady confidence and inherent masculine goodness that gives me a WIDE-ON (if you know, you know) whenever he contacts me. With him I’m like a female who gets hot and bothered when she sees a hot guy holding a baby or playing with a puppy … The contrast between the power of a Man carefully handling the weakest of creatures always makes them wet.

I wish Alpha Matt would’ve been my best friend when I was a confused faggot in high school. I would’ve been so grateful to him for his benevolence and tenderness toward me that I would’ve never stopped kissing his feet in gratitude! I just wish with my whole fag heart that straight Men everywhere could come to know Alpha Matt and learn from his magnanimous masculinity!

What he has done to rally around his frightened faggot friend Andres and lead him to a fulfillment Alpha Matt might not even fully understand is already the stuff of legends here. He just knew he needed to act to save his beloved friend! But Alpha Matt has gone several steps beyond what an ordinary straight Man would do, including finding a Master for Andres named Diego and allowing Master Diego to breed Andres in his apartment! Words really fail me when I contemplate it.

Now Alpha Matt returns with an update. I can’t wait for you to read it!

Hey, this is Matt again!

I just listened to your podcast about me, and it was really nice to see all your respect and devotion. I do hope that one day a girl will talk about me just like you.

I’ve been a bit busy, but I wanted to give you an update. Diego had a lot of work this summer-that is, he basically spent the whole month of July fucking Andres multiple times under my roof. At first he would wait for me to leave the apartment, but I told him that I don’t care, so now what happens very often is that I’m watching TV while I hear the bed frame literally banging the wall in the other room. Diego told me that he covers Andres’ mouth because he doesn’t wanna disturb me with the noise lol what a thoughtful friend I have. I think many other guys would be upset or offended with his bisexual friend fucking his fag friend in his own bed, but to be honest, I’m glad to see that my apartment became a safe place for my little Andres to be himself. I did tell him to wash the bed sheets though, it would be too much to sleep on his sweat and cum lol but joking aside, I am truly happy, Sam. Andres wakes up with a beautiful smile on his face every single day, he hasn’t cried for two weeks now, which is a big achievement considering how depressed he was living with his family. And I officially brought him to live with me, he feels much safer here than with his parents. And so, our dynamic now is that my apartment has just 1 bedroom, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom, and 1 tiny living room, so Andres sleeps on the couch in the living room, I sleep in the bedroom, and when Diego is around I let them have fun in my bedroom.

Andres does not tell me the details, I guess he feels embarrassed, he just thanks me for being a good friend and says that “things are going well”. Diego, however, loves to give all the details, many more than I would ask to be honest lol he told me that Andres was waiting for him with his hole already lubed and wearing the butt plug I gave him, so he just needed to take if off, put some lube on his cock, and go for it. He also said that after three weeks Andres’ blowjob is “better than a woman would get in 10 years” – Diego likes to rub on my face how lucky he is to be bisexual and fuck both guys and girls.

By the way, you said in the podcast that you don’t know if I would watch the porn on the website, and I’m very open-minded, I have nothing against it, but it just doesn’t turn me on. I wish it did, because Diego has a wonderful life fucking all the holes he wants, but I just like the female body so much, the boobs, the forms, the shape, the pussy, it’s all so visually appealing, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Nothing against fags, please don’t take it personally, I recognize that some guys are really handsome, but I just don’t get hard watching gay porn. I have considered trying it with a very feminine guy, or maybe a femboy wearing a cage and some make-up, but I don’t know, I don’t think I’d get hard. Diego and I got much closer this summer now that he is with Andres, and Diego thinks that I should try a transgender guy with a pussy just to see how it feels. I don’t know, I have zero fragile masculinity about it, but I don’t wanna try it and then not getting hard and having a weird moment for both me and the guy.

I’m going out with that submissive girl I told you about. She just let me fuck her twice in a month, unlike Andres who let Diego fuck him around 20 times lol but she’s a nice girl and quite submissive in bed. In all other things she’s not submissive at all, but she made me cum twice in the past few weeks, so I think I’ll have a great time with her.

Thanks for the very kind words on the podcast, Sam! I appreciate it. Now that I’m 25 I wanna explore my Alphahood more and more, and your posts have been very helpful. I hope you like to know that our little Andres is living his best life, I take care of his feelings and safety now that he lives with me, and Diego takes care of his holes… he’s a lucky boy, isn’t he?

First of all, it’s so beautiful that Alpha Matt has moved Andres into his apartment! It sounds a bit short on room, and I get a feeling this arrangement cannot last too long with only one room. After all I’m sure Alpha Matt will want to bring a girl home to empty his balls, too! But they seem to be getting by okay.

I do think that it would be a good idea for Alpha Matt to set out some domestic chores for Andres to handle. I say it would be good for Andres because Andres needs to learn that owned faggots should honor and respect their Alphas in this way, but it would also be good for Alpha Matt to get a taste of what faggot ownership feels like. Not that he wants to own a faggot himself, but he might come to understand the advantages of owning them.

I’m really glad that Andres has made significant improvement since his awkward first time serving Master Diego! Apparently Master Diego is quite skilled at training faggots! It hasn’t been that long, and Andres is already better than most women! That’s quite a compliment!

Then Alpha Matt starts discussing his attraction toward women and his lack of attraction toward males. I get it – he’s straight. But a lot of straight Men and Alphas use faggots sexually despite not being attracted to them physically. So what is the reason? SUBMISSION and WORSHIP. Women do not properly worship or respect the vast, world-conquering power of Men despite the fact that MEN WANT AND NEED THIS WORSHIP! They’re made to be worshiped! So when straight Alphas have a faggot kneeling at their feet, kissing their feet, respectfully calling them “Sir” or “Master”, and glorifying them in general, something other than sexual attraction kicks in.

What is that? It’s an Alpha’s need to conquer and ascend into a position of ultimate glory where women and Men submit to his power. That need, that desire exists in the mighty hearts of all Alphas, and a faggot unlocks that better than anything else!

I’m not suggesting Alpha Matt should even try a faggot’s worship, but I’m pretty sure he would get hard if a faggot worships him and then wraps its skilled mouth around his growing cock!

To that end, I was so disappointed that Alpha Matt’s girlfriend only “allowed” him to use her sexually twice in a month. Alpha Matt is a growing King, and any subs in his Kingdom should be on-call and ready/willing to service him on command! In the world of faggots the word “NO” doesn’t exist. It wasn’t Andres “letting” Master Diego use him 20 times … but rather, Master Diego decided to use Andres 20 times. Again, Alphas make the rules, not faggots!

Overall, this is an amazing update. I love how happy Alpha Matt is from seeing his faggot friend Andres happy, safe, and fulfilled! But even more important than that is the fact that, in the course of trying to help Andres, Alpha Matt has awakened a deeper sense of purpose within himself! He’s embracing his natural role as an Alpha and realizing the truth of hierarchy in his own life!

And why is that important? Because our broken world needs more good Kings, righteous leaders, and God Alphas in it! Alphas like my beloved Alpha Matt!

Thank you, Sir!

Always,

sam the faggot

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

Alphas live on the hair-trigger edge between their Protector and Destroyer Alpha sides. You can be owned by the most incredibly nurturing Alpha, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can set him off in ways you’d never expect.

I’m not saying this to scare any faggots, just to serve as a warning. So my advice is to obey at all times, even when you think he isn’t looking. That’s the only way you as a faggot can hope to safely survive.

Relatively-new faggot Houston discovered this fact about his new Master Mason the other day after a fairly hair-raising episode that involved a near-rape:

Hi sam,

Things had been going really well with my new Alpha (Mason) at the gym. He’d really gotten me on quite the routine across all forms of service over the past few weeks until a major incident happened.

There’s a guy – Tony – who is a large, built Black Man that comes by the gym towards closing to deliver supplies about once a week. I was in the laundry area when he arrived last weekend (normally on Mondays) and my 3” inseam shorts and cage bulge weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Mason likes me dressed like an inferior slut when it is less likely to be an issue after hours.

Well Tony took notice. He started teasing me and asking if I was a cocksucker/faggot. I, of course, confirmed right away as I don’t find it respectful to lie to a Superior Man like him.

He went about his delivery but I could tell he was constantly eyeing me. That’s when instinctively, I started sticking my ass out and arching my back more than needed to get some laundry out of the dryer. That was all it took. The next time he came in, I got a solid few slaps to my ass and then it was just Tony commanding me to “get on this dick faggot.”

It didn’t take me long to have it mostly down my throat – choking on it like a debased, sloppy whore. But his cock is massive. Probably 10+ inches. So it was a struggle. He worked up to quite a brutal face fucking from there before spinning me around so quickly I nearly lost my balance. Before I knew it, my shorts were down around my ankles and my caged clit exposed.

This is where I got a bit scared. I hadn’t taken a dick that big before and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to ask if I wanted to try it out. Without a second to process it, he thrust his dick to the balls and totally rearrange my guts without any mercy. It was so painful and unrelenting. I screamed out and tears began flowing freely down my face as he slammed the full length of his thick dick in and out. I have no idea how long it went on for but suddenly the door flung open and there was Mason – furious and seeing red. He ripped Tony off me and punched him square in the jaw.

I don’t recall all that happened in the moment. Just that Mason said “No one fucks MY faggot without my permission. Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

“MY faggot.” That phrase of ownership and protection swept over me even in my post assault head spin. Tony was gone as soon as he stumbled back from the hit to the face.

Mason inspected my pussy and saw that it was pretty torn up/bleeding. After all his assertiveness and getting Tony off of me, I thought he would be nurturing in the moment. But I was dead wrong. He said he saw the whole thing on the security camera and that he’d even reversed the video after hearing my yelps and seeing me on the screen. And he wasn’t happy about what he saw leading up to it.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you flaunting yourself like a desperate whore in front of him. You practically begged for it. Now look – I’m down a delivery guy and I have a disloyal faggot with a useless pussy.”

I began crying all over again begging for his forgiveness and that I’d do whatever he wanted to get another chance.

He immediately threw me over his knee and gave me the hardest hand spanking I’ve ever received. It somehow hurt worse than a paddle or belt. And I think it was my guilt that stung the most. As his hand kept swatting full force he asked a series of questions that required me to affirm my owned status as his faggot.

“Whose faggot are you?!” – yours Sir!

“Whose cockwhore are you?!” – yours Sir!

“Whose cum and piss guzzling loser are you?!” – yours Sir!

The onslaught of questions didn’t stop for the entire spanking. He shoved a dirty pair of underwear from one of the Men’s laundry in my mouth as he left me sobbing on the floor. He came back a few minutes later and had something in his hand.

“If you’re going to have pussy that’s dripping like a bitch on the rag, then you’re going to be treated like one. Put it in.”

It was a tampon. He had gotten it from the women’s locker room. I have no experience with that but was not going to upset him further. So I fiddled with it and, with a lot of discomfort, buried it in my still raw pussy.

He just walked out saying “fucking pathetic” without even making eye contact.

I was so relieved that he still did use me some the rest of the weekend but only for face fucking, as a urinal and then even started having me eat his ass – especially after a long workout session or day at the gym. He really got into calling me “asswipe” at that point.

It was just today that he decided it was time to use my pussy properly but once he began his rut, it started bleeding again. And it was painful! That didn’t stop him breeding me but he let me know what a mess I was making on his dick.

Now I’m so worried about what to do, sam! I was mad at Tony but then just mad at myself for letting the situation become so disrespectful to my Alpha (and destructive to my cunt).

I’m not sure what to offer or say to Mason. I’m trying to think of new ways to worship him while hoping my pussy can heal. I’m worried about satisfying his needs while recovering and even have considered finding some willing twinks that might be of better service to him in the meantime – but I of course am worried he may prefer one of them over me after that and just dismiss me outright.

Any advice would be greatly appreciated! Don’t know where to go from here 🙁

houston

My initial reaction to Master Mason arriving and beating up Sir Tony the black Alpha who tried to rape Houston was to practically jump up and down for joy. That is pure Protector Alpha behavior, and it really spoke to me that Master Mason’s appreciation for his personal faggot was growing stronger.

But then came Master Mason’s real feelings.

I wasn’t prepared for the way Master Mason reacted to the way Houston responded to Sir Tony’s aggressive flirting. I think it’s hard for Alphas to understand the reactions of faggots in situations in which they feel vulnerable. It’s a natural defense mechanism we have. I think Master Mason mistook some of that.

I’m so sorry that Houston was injured, and that his Master didn’t see that damage as something of a crime against his property. He seemed to view it as something Houston asked for rather than what it was – an assault – and that Houston should be shamed for it. What an unpleasant way to handle that!

I can definitely imagine how awful Houston feels, first from messing up and getting assaulted, and then being shamed and slightly abandoned by his Master! I do think Master Mason looks bad here, but like I said at the outset, Alphas straddle a line temperamentally and it’s often hard to predict.

Personally, I think Houston should continue to serve Master Mason and try to do his best to smooth-over the situation with faithful and sorrowful service. Hopefully it softens Master Mason’s heart, and he realizes he reacted too harshly. Being a dominant Alpha doesn’t mean you can hurt people unjustly and expect others to accept it.

My heart is with you, Houston! You’re doing a good job, brother, so don’t give up. These are all just all part of learning about yourself, your abilities, and your purpose!

Love,

sam the faggot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is what Protector Alphas do.

They cast aside masculine expectations and support inferior males who are weak and looking to them for help.

This is not hard. It’s not “gay” or “woke”.

It should be the strongest and best part about being an Alpha, not the weakest!

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!

Thank you, Fernando! I love you!

sam the faggot

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!

Thank you, Alpha Matt!

Yours,

sam the faggot

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!

Look at the genuine affection God Alpha @evanpitcher has for @DancesWithLeos! We don’t see Master Evan smile like that often!

I’m showing this to demonstrate the fact that Alphas can be affectionate (and even love) their faggots.

Just watch the moment of breeding! Intense! 🔥

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!

Thank you, Fabien! I love you!

sam the faggot

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!

Always,

sam the faggot