This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is something of a continuation of Giovanni’s last letter about his reunion with Master Jose a few weeks ago. He hinted at a double penetration episode in that update, which I think would’ve been a first for little Gio.

Then Giovanni’s letter arrived, and it was so much better than I could’ve imagined:

Hello brother Sam!! <3 <3

Sorry I am not giving you a lot of attention but I have a lot of exams for college and I am studying very hard to be a great nurse! My Master Lorenzo always tells me that he is happy to pay my college but I must be a good boy and have good grades. I am doing really well! My professors love me and I really love the classes!! <3 ah! I am also trying hard to improve my English, my Master Lorenzo wants me to be completely fluent and he is helping me a lot. You know brother Sam, for a long time I thought that Lorenzo was too strict making me study, learning English and having a career but now I understand how amazing he is to me! omg, my mom is soooo happy that I am studying, she even cried when my Master Lorenzo told her that he paid my tuition for me! You know that she is a cleaning lady, she just studied middle school and she is sooooo proud that her son now studies at college to become a nurse <3 I’m really happy!!

This is the first thing I want to say just to explain to you why I am not talking very often with you. But today is a Friday and I have more time to tell you more about my dp!! omg, brother, it was so crazy but so good!!

Let’s do like this… Lorenzo gave me the order to explain everything to you but he wants Jose to tell you about his experience. Lorenzo told us that Jose is a Man so his words come first, so I will tell you just my part he will tell you about the entire week if everything we did together. I feel so close to Jose now, I know that he is not my Master and owner, but he is a really nice Man and I served him a looooot omg

But the dp happened like this brother Sam: The first day was Sunday and we did all the things that I told you before, Lorenzo fucked Jose hard and then he told Jose to fuck me, and you know what was really hot?? Lorenzo was fucking me doggy style and he cunted me really hard, and when he finished inside of me, I saw that with all the movement to fuck me Lorenzo’s cum was coming from his ass!! omg, it was so sexy, imagine the scene brother Sam, I was with a lot of cum from Jose inside of me and he was with my master’s cum inside of him too, running from his ass and on his legs all the seed from Master Lorenzo. Lorenzo is so perfect with us, brother omg, he said in the other day later that he wanted Jose to feel his seed but breed me while he felt the seed, so the hierarchy would be perfect: a bigger alpha breeds another alpha, then the alpha breeds a faggot (me!! <3)

So on the Monday after this first day, we all woke up early, I wanted to stay home serving Jose and Lorenzo the whole day, but my master is always super responsible and told me to go to class. So I just sucked his both cocks very early in the morning while Rafael cooked breakfast, so I swallowed two load. I was sucking their cocks while Lorenzo was kissing Jose and it was so perfect Sam, omg!! Because my Master was holding Jose’s neck, kissing his mouth, and repeating from time to time “you’re my brother, and we own those fags for us to use, you’re a Man and you deserve to conquer his holes” and of course I was a good boy and gave great blowjobs, so they both came on my face, on my chest and inside my mouth, I cleaned everything with my finger and put in my mouth to swallow. So Lorenzo said “good boy” and we went to the table, we ate together and we left. Rafael is a lawyer and went to his office, Lorenzo went to his job at the university, and I went to my class. Jose was enjoying his vacation so he went to know the city and take some pictures.

But we all were back in the house around 5pm, and we were already soooo horny omg, so Lorenzo as the leader and Master of the house told us to undress and relax together. He sat on the couch naked with Jose, and told Jose that as a guest he could choose the faggot first. Jose was so hungry for fag hole, omg he was looking at us with his mouth full of water crazy to use us, and he said something really cute <3 <3 he said like “brother, your both boys are just perfect but today I wanna try Rafael because I already had a good dose of Gio”, Lorenzo just smiled and ordered Rafael to got on his knees in front of Jose, sucking his balls and cock. Jose was the whole day exploring the city and take pictures so he was reaaaaally sweaty omg, my brother was so happy to serve his cock and balls. And then Lorenzo looked at me and said “come here, my beautiful boy”, and he fucked my throat as always going really deep. It’s so good to suck Jose and Lorenzo because Jose goes deeper, but Lorenzo OPENS my throat omg, like I said the other day, Jose is longer but thinner, Lorenzo has around 14 centimeters but THICK, he has around 17 centimeters of girth in the base omg, imagine this in my ass!!

So after sucking them on our knees, Lorenzo brought me to his lap, kissed me, called me a good boy and said “baby, ready to take 2?” OMG brother Sam!!! I was sooooo afraid, but I really wanted to follow your advise and make my Man proud, so I said “I wanna make you proud papi, but I’m so afraid” (I call Lorenzo “papi” is something like daddy), he kissed me again and Rafael was still sucking Jose, Lorenzo looked in my eyes asked me if I trusted him, I said “of course!! more than anyone”, so he told Rafael to stop sucking and took all of us to his bedroom. Lorenzo asked Rafael to assist me and make sure that I was comfortable, so my brother was holding my hand at all the time. Lorenzo said for us “you know when a woman is giving birth, the husband comforts her and the nurse holds her hand to make her feel calm? That’s what we need to keep in mind: Gio is the woman, I am the husband, and Rafael is the nurse holding her hand” We all laughed and I was more relaxed to try, and Jose asked “so who am I here? I don’t wanna be out of this story”, and Lorenzo said “well, you’re the guy who is going to fuck my wife”, we all laughed and then Lorenzo said “enough talking, let’s do it”

He started by kissing all of us, he kissed me, than kissed Jose, than make Rafael kissed me, and we were all kissing and relaxing. So he told Jose to rim me and prepare my hole and his tongue felt sooo good omg, I had taked a shower with Rafael so my hole was pink, smooth and ready, he put his tongue inside of me and started opening my hole with his tongue and it was so good, and Lorenzo put his cock in my mouth while Rafael was kissing his balls, so Lorenzo laid down and told me to ride him, and I rided his cock for something like 5 minutes just to prepare my hole, so he said “now it’s time, you’re gonna take two cocks, baby” Jose was really excited, but it was his first time doing dp, so Lorenzo put me on his chest, with my head next to his head, so his cock was all inside of me, my ass up and Jose was coming. So Lorenzo told Jose to put the tip of his dick between his hard cock and the little space in my hole!!! Omg Jose was looking his dick and said “it’s really thick man”, Lorenzo was happy with that and just said “I know, but my boy is used to it”

So Jose put a loooot of lube and started to force the tip of his cock, Rafael was already holding my hand and telling me to relax that I would be fine, but OMG SAM, OMG!!!!! It’s impossible do describe, when Jose’s cock started to press I felt like a sword dividing me in two, I honestly thought the 2 cocks would break my hole forever, I just closed my eyes and tried to breathe, I was already smashing the hand of poor Rafael, but my master was right, it was really good to have his hand to hold. Lorenzo saw that I was struggling and with eyes closed, so he repeated “that’s okay, tell me if it’s too much”, it was hurting but nothing too much, I was enjoying to see both Masters so excited and horny, so I closed my eyes and thought about pleasing my Master.

I promise you Sam, I did my best, but when Jose passed the tip of his cock I felt the real pain, omg, my hole was just trying to expel the cocks at that moment, I wasn’t controlling my I could feel my pussy forcing them out and I disappointed my Master  I told Lorenzo “please papi, can I stop? It’s too much” Omg Sam, my master is really perfect and he proved one time again how perfect he is, because he noticed that I was doing my best and he IMMEDIATELY told Jose with a firm voice “get out of him now”, Jose took his cock out of my pussy and I was almost crying, but once I had “only” Lorenzo thick dick inside of me it was suck a relief omg, so my Master kissed me and said “I will never hurt you, ok? Are you alright?” And I said that yes, I was ok, but taking both was too much, I was so embarrassed for disappointing him, I said sorry like 10 times, but he didn’t take his cock out, he told me to keep riding his big cock, and asked if I was feeling any pain, and I said no, just his cock was feeling great, so he told me to make him proud again, and omg Sam, I did the best cowgirl of my life to make sure he wouldn’t be upset with me!!! I went up and down, up and down, and all the time I said “thanks for being my perfect Master, you cock is so big, sorry for being a useless faggot”

And Lorenzo wanted Jose to have some fun too, so he said again in a firm voice “Rafael, take care of his hard cock, my brother needs to unload his balls” my brother immediately started sucking his cock very well, so we finished the night like this: Lorenzo banging me in cowgirl position and Rafael after the blowjob opened his legs in missionary position and Jose pounded him until my brother’s pussy was full of his seed. Lorenzo came in my pussy too and kissed me, telling me that I should not feel bad because I was his perfect faggot.

But you know what brother??? I know that Lorenzo and Jose were not upset, they really love me, but I was disappointed with myself!! So that was Monday night (Jose will tell you more things about the other days), but I was feeling bad with myself for not obeying my Master and his Alpha brother!! So I did like this: I was a good boy the whole week taking cock a lot, but I was also stretching my hole when I was by myself, playing with my dildos, trying to put two at the same time, etc. Lorenzo saw me trying and he said that I didn’t want to do the dp anymore, he said that he loved me and that he was not upset at all, he called good boy many times… but I had this little voice in my mind telling me to try again, so in the last day, Saturday, we were all together and Lorenzo said that Jose was going to the airport Sunday morning so he planned a major fuck for us. And of course I followed his rules, he wanted the faggots on the couch with our ass up for them to alternate fucking our pussies, and we did that for a looooong time, Rafael and I kissing, Jose and Lorenzo using our holes, changing from one hole to the other. So Jose said that he was getting close and I took ALL MY FAG COURAGE to say “can I please try the DP again papi?”

Rafael was shocked with my courage, but the two Men were soooo excited, their cocks were really hard, like a rock, and they were both really close, so I thought they would just want to cum fast. But Lorenzo said “good boy, let’s do it”, and guess what brother???? I did it!!! <3 <3 <3 We went back to the bedroom and did the same thing with Rafael holding my hand but after all the days fucking so much my hole was much better to take two cocks. I started riding Lorenzo and Jose started to push. I closed my eyes again but the pain was much less this time, Lorenzo held my head and told me to relax, I just said “I’m okay papi, fuck me hard papi, give me your cum” it was sooo hot brother Sam, omg!! They were fucking us for almost 2 hours, so they were crazy and really needed to shoot all their cum in a fag hole, I did it for something like 2 or 3 minutes I think. I know it’s just a little time but I was so proud of myself!!! Jose was on top of me holding my shoulders, and Lorenzo was hugging and kissing me, my hole was like a water well soooo stretched but it wasn’t too painful and they were so happy omg, Jose said many time how tight and warm it was, and how he could feel his balls touching Lorenzo’s ball, he loved it!! and Lorenzo also said “fuck boy, you’re perfect, you’re my gorgeous faggot” Jose was fucking while Lorenzo was still, then they changed and Lorenzo fucked while Jose was still and after a few minutes they both came!!! all inside of me, Lorenzo was fucking and shot all his cum and at the second that Jose felt my master’s cum on his cock  he came too, two big loads!! When they took their cocks out I felt that empty hole and realized that I’m a different faggot, even more dedicated to my Master and owner!!

You know what I think brother?? Taking just one cock and getting cunted is much better, is the best feeling ever, dp is not exactly a wonderful feeling because the cocks can’t go deep and the Men can’t fuck too fast, so you’re basically stretching your hole more and more, it’s a very different feeling and taking one hard cock in Alpha rut is much better. But you know what?? The feeling of making my Master and his brother proud was sooooo good that I felt really good when they finished inside of me. I don’t know if it makes sense brother, but it’s not the physical feeling like getting fucked and cunted, it’s the feeling of serving TWO great men at the same time and making them so proud.

So that’s it brother Sam!! I tried first and it was difficult but one week after that I did again and it was such a great feeling to serve them!! We had dinner together after that because my Master wanted to celebrate the week with Jose and celebrate my new opened hole!! We had a great dinner together <3  Lorenzo gave me A LOT of aftercare, omg, he was taking care of me like after a surgery, you know? Asking me if I was okay, if I was feeling any pain, if I wanted to say something to him. He always washes us with his hands after he uses us, so this time he took really good care of me in the shower, touching my hole (really open!!) asking if it was hurting and all the time telling me how perfect I am while Jose was washing Rafael, so he put some healing cream in my hole before going to bed just to make sure I would be alright and I woke up perfectly fine on Monday <3 <3 <3 It was really worth it!!!

Long story but really important one, right brother?? I love you soooo much brother Sam! I hope you’re proud of me after what I did <3 <3

I was a little concerned about Giovanni trying to take two Alpha cocks in his ass, which is why I recommended that he stick to the more traditional double-penetration method of one in each hole. However, it sounds like Giovanni really benefitted from the experience, learning more about what he can do to please his Master and finding fulfillment even in acts that don’t seem to be beneficial at first.

Gio’s attitude is one that faggots should try to cultivate. He’s a completely devoted servant of his Master, the wonderfully attentive Master Lorenzo. Gio is always willing to do whatever his Master requests because he deeply trusts him. There is a history of care and tenderness between them that has accrued, something that many mistakenly believe cannot exist between an Alpha and his faggot. It’s so sad that they fall for this lie, because it prevents them from actually experiencing one of the most fulfilling relationships in human life.

Giovanni was able to not only perform this difficult task to please Masters Lorenzo and Jose, but to also process the experience into a couple of life lessons he can apply in his entire life. That shows Giovanni’s growth as both a person and a faggot.

All I know is Giovanni serves one of the most incredibly caring Masters on the planet. Can you imagine being a freshly fucked faggot, used roughly by your Alpha, only to have that same Alpha tenderly wash your body and care for your swollen hole? The intimate tenderness of that gesture cannot be overstated.

This experience only illustrates why we faggots serve such astounding God Alphas, and why we are willing to go to any lengths to serve them!

I love you, Giovanni!

The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Since my return I’ve been blessed with some truly extraordinary stories that really touched me and inspired me, but none have had quite the emotional impact of the story of Master Maurice and his ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard.

As a God Alpha, Master Maurice can have anyone and anything he chooses. Yet he chose to own a disabled faggot. Let’s be honest: most Alphas would’ve said “no” to Édouard simply because of the degree of difficulty involved in owning him.

But Master Maurice is not like “most Alphas”. He’s a superlative of a superlative, a kind of real-life superhero who sees the lowly and afflicted and uses his great power and wisdom to effect positive change. Suffice it to say that I wish we had 10,000 more just like him!

I’m always so grateful when I hear back from this greatest of Kings, because he teaches by example and through his impactful words. He targets his messages, rather than simply using his voice to brag about his power and accomplishments.

He was inspired to write again from a recent post about Alpha scent, and from that comes another lesson:

Hey fag Sam,
This Master Maurice, remember me? I haven’t shared my experiences with my fag for a while, but I came to your page to see what was going on and just saw this sexy post about Alpha scent. My fag is literally what you described. When he is upset, I literally shove his face on my sweaty balls and it’s a kind of magic for the fag. He literally changes his mood in 5 minutes on my balls or armpits. I wonder what the biological process is his fag brain for such a change of mood to happen so quickly.

I am also training him to ride my cock now. I usually fuck him missionary because, as you know, he can’t move his legs, missionary is usually the easier way to have full access to his hole while he hugs me, but I really like when fags ride my cock, so I decided to train him. At first he was not very confident because he doesn’t feel anything from his hips down, so he can’t use his knees to ride it. But I held his skinny body in my arms, reassuring that everything was okay, then I told him to open his hands on my chest and instead of using his legs, use his hands to go up and down.

His pussy is quite used to my cock, I literally molded his hole pounding him hard, so it wasn’t hard to go balls deep inside of him, but he didn’t want to move, he stayed still just feeling my hard cock in his ass. I wanted him to do sort of a push-up on my chest to move up and down, but he wasn’t even trying.

You know, I am very patient and I love my boy, I take care of him everyday in my life. But it’s not very smart to disobey a Man when his hard cock is shoved deep in your ass. I wasn’t fully rational, so I just said “come here, boy”, held his hips on both sides with my hands and pounded him to make sure that he would never forget who is the man and who is the faggot in my house. But I know very well how to be firm without hurting a fag, he never told me stop while I was banging his pussy. He just kept moaning and repeating “oh baby, it’s so deep, omg, it’s so deep”, I was literally teaching him how to serve my cock in cowgirl style without making him move a muscle, I was doing all the work, he was just a sextoy getting fucked on top of me. I was using all my strength to make him ride me, sliding his body up and down like a fleshjack.

Then I gave him a break, we were both sweaty, he was already out of breath. I hugged him, putting him on my chest, his head next to mine on my shoulder, without taking my cock from his hole, then I whispered in his ear “I love you boy, but when I tell you to do something in this bed, you do it” I didn’t want to be too hard on my fag, but I had asked him to serve me and he let his fear speak louder than his obedience. He just said sorry, still grasping for air, then I added “this is my house, my bed, and you are my faggot, now go back to what I told you to do” and it worked like magic. He put his both hands on my chest and started fucking himself using his arms to go up and down. I said “good boy” while he was moaning and stretching his pussy, I came after a few minutes and pumped a thick load in his ass.

He apologized again when I was giving him aftercare, but I told him that it was okay, kissed him tenderly and called him a good boy again. Then he fell asleep with my cum in his ass and his face on my armpit.

You may not remember, but I’m still fucking that nurse I hired. Another good boy with soft lips and a great nurse. My goal is moving him in as well, so I’d have two perfect fags and a full-time nurse to look after my boy.

I love that Master Maurice doesn’t allow sentimentality cloud his judgement or his training of his faggots. His expectations and commands still stand regardless of any physical limitations.

Why is this good? Because Master Maurice is pushing Édouard to become stronger and more resilient, not to give up when something is difficult!

Imagine Édouard’s pride after Master Maurice pushed him to actually do this difficult sexual position and then please Master so much he pumped a precious load into him! The next time there is some difficult task to please Master, what do you think Édouard’s attitude will be regarding that task?

That’s the beauty of TRAINING your faggots!

At Hebrews 12:11 The Bible states the following:

“True, no discipline seems for the present to be joyous, but it is painful; yet afterward, it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.”

God Alphas like Master Maurice see the end result of discipline and training: a better, more confident faggot!

He also sees an endgame with this nurse faggot he’s been breeding, biding his time until he can move that nurse fag into his home to complete part of his growing Kingdom.

It’s God Alphas like Master Maurice who keep me smiling in confidence. He’s the living embodiment of everything this site teaches and is meant to amplify.

And I’m the proudest faggot to be trusted by this most incredible Alpha to share his inspirational story with you!

Thank you, Master Maurice!

This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

A good faggot is a tonic to Alphas. We soothe them, please them, worship them, and rejuvenate them. It’s part of the secret sauce that connects Alphas and faggots in such a special way.

Giovanni isn’t just a good faggot. He’s a great faggot. His faggot nature and all of his gifts as a servant of Men have been honed and refined by his Owner, the incomparable Master Lorenzo. In return for all that Master Lorenzo has done for him, little Giovanni does all he can to make Master Lorenzo’s growing empire run smoothly while also enriching his Master’s life and great name.

So when Master Lorenzo decided to invite his Alpha brother Master Jose to stay at his estate for a week of sexual adventures, he knew that Giovanni was the perfect faggot to play a part in his training of Master Jose. Let me explain.

In a recent post Master Jose told how he went to visit Master Lorenzo because Master Lorenzo wanted to deflower Master Jose and breed him as two Alphas partaking of their shared power. But Master Lorenzo knew that Master Jose would need to be recuperated after the deed was done, and that Giovanni was the right faggot for that assignment.

An oh, did it ever work perfectly!

Hello brother Saaaaam! <3 this is Giovanni

Omg, I have so much to talk with you, brother that I love so much!!!

So before Master Jose arrived here in the house my powerful and perfect Lorenzo talked with me and Rafael about that. Lorenzo said that the main purpose of Jose’s visit was that he (Lorenzo) wanted to fuck his tight and virgin Alpha ass. I thought that Jose would arrive here and give up because I know veeeeery well how thick Lorenzo’s cock is. It’s a lot!! But Lorenzo was super firm and clear with me and my beautiful brother Rafael: our work was to make sure that Jose “felt like a man”. He repeated that many many times and said that after the fuck Jose maybe would feel weaker or less powerful, so our work with him was to make sure that he would NEVER feel like a faggot, but as the strong man he is!! And of course we obeyed very well, so when Jose arrived from the airport, Rafael was wearing just white underwear and I was fully prepared as a girl, with red lingerie and pretty make-up for him. Our holes were ready, we were on our knees and ready to obey.

Omg brother Sam, it was so sexy to see Lorenzo and Jose in front of us, I was soooo ready!! But Lorenzo wanted to start with Jose first, without us. So they went to the bedroom and we waited in the couch in the living room. It was soooo hot because we could hear the bed hitting on the wall while my Master was fucking him, omg I was CRAZY to take some dick too!!! So maybe after 30 minutes Lorenzo opened the door and just said “boys, come here now” and of course we jumped to his room very hungry for cock and cum. Omg Sam, you can’t imagine how hot the scene was!!! They were both naked, covered in sweat, and the sheet on the bed was marked with sweat, the smell was just amazing.

So Lorenzo took Rafael and told him to clean his cock from Jose’s ass, and after 2 minutes of my brother sucking him our Master was hard again!! I was on my knees, looking up to Jose and he didn’t touch me, he was waiting for Lorenzo to give permission (I want to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE Jose and Juan, they are soooo respecftul!! I met in the past some men that were really aggressive and thought that they could do whatever they wanted with my body, but Jose and Juan are always really good to me and the other boys and they ONLY touch us if Lorenzo accepts and they do with us just what Lorenzo allows, never hurting us, I really love that <3 <3 <3)

But so, Jose was waiting for 2 or 3 minutes just looking at Rafael sucking Lorenzo, without touching me and I was soooo horny, omg. I think my Master Lorenzo was distracted by the soft mouth of my brother Rafael because when he noticed that Jose was just looking at me, he said “go ahead, it’s all yours” OMG SAM!!! when Lorenzo said that, it was like opening the gate for a hungry lion, really! Jose not even kissed me, he was already naked so he just took my head told me to open my mouth and started to fuck my throat, his cock is not thick as Lorenzo, but it is longer, so I could feel him aaaaaall the way down, but I am a good boy and Lorenzo always trains me, so I think I did a great job. So that was we there: Rafael and me on our knees, Lorenzo and Jose sitting on the bed receiving a blowjob side by side like the amazing Alphas they are. Of course, during all the time Rafael was looking at our Master Lorenzo and I was looking at Jose waiting for more orders.

So Lorenzo said “let’s fuck some pussy” and he put Rafael and me in doggy style on the edge of the bed, put a lot of lube in our holes, and then they started to fuck us very nice. Jose’s cock go deeper inside of me but he can’t stretch me like Lorenzo’s thick dick, not even close. So I feel two different feelings, you know brother?? Lorenzo turns my whole into a real pussy every time he fucks me because my whole get so so so open, and with Jose I feel that he’s touching my heart with his cock but my hole doesn’t need to open so much. But I love both of them of course!!! <3 <3

We don’t use the word “cunt” here very often and I don’t even know how to say that in our language, but Lorenzo said, while fucking Rafael in doggy style “you see? That’s how we fuck faggots in my house, now let’s break them” And I think “break” was what you call cunt, brother Sam. Because after that they started to BANG US, like pounding so hard and it was AMAZING I looked to my left and Rafael was with his eyes closed and moaning so loud, he was almost screaming  while Lorenzo was opening his hole and I know very well how it feel to have such a thick cock in and out that fast, it feels like our holes will never be tight again. I was also moaning but I have more experience and Jose’s is not so thick, so I think it was a little easier for me (but never so easy to take an Alpha rut in our pussy, right?? hahahaha) So it was beautiful because we were in that position, just taking more and more cock, and Rafael held my hand, we were looking at each other in the eyes and our Men were destroying our holes, omg

So Lorenzo said to Jose “I wanna cum with you, let’s go?” And Jose said “yeah! let’s do it now” and they fucked us even stronger and faster, and Sam, omg!! I think Rafael and I were cunted at the same time!! Because he gave a REALLY LOUD scream and right after that I could feel Jose breaking my second hole, and his load as HUGE, so warm and so thick, he really unloaded his balls inside of me!! Lorenzo shot his load inside Rafael too. And we were soooo tired after that omg, it’s really crazy because it’s the men that make all the movement but we the faggots go so tired when they finish, Jose was really sweaty I could see the drops of sweat falling from his chest and his face, Lorenzo was the same thing (Lorenzo told me later that he turned off the AC on purpose because he wanted his faggots to feel their smell during the fuck, I love my Master!!!)

So Lorenzo took Rafael, put him on his chest, my brother was mute, just shaking and feeling the moment with his ass full of cum. Then he told Jose to do the same with me, and he put me on his chest with all that sweat, omg I love so much. So Jose asked Lorenzo (very respecftully as always) if he could kiss my lips, he said that he never kissed a faggot wearing makeup and he wanted to feel it, and Lorenzo said “of course, have fun” while he was giving attention to Rafael, kissing his forehead and his face. So Jose took my neck and gave me a long kiss, I was also very sweaty and I could feel that huge load inside my pussy, it was so much cum brother!!

We stayed in the bed for some time, then Lorenzo told us that he wanted to take a shower. I thought he would take a shower by himself first because the bathroom is not that big for 4 people, but he took Jose’s hand and told that he wanted to take a shower with him, while the faggots waited for them. They stayed in the shower for 10 or 15 minutes, and then the two gorgeous men came back naked and wet, with their towels on their shoulders. I was relaxing with Rafael recovering from that huge fuck, he was asking me how I took Lorenzo so well in my pussy, I was trying to help my brother telling him that he did really great but then Lorenzo told us to go take a shower too. But instead of leaving us there, he joined us and washed Rafael’s hole with his own hands, washed his chest, his armpits, to make sure he would be smelling really well (although I love it, my Master doesn’t like fag sweat at all!) So he said to Jose “well, now that you fucked my boy so well and he is full of your seed, go ahead and wash him, in my house we take care of the boys after we use them!” So Jose jumped into the shower too and he was really happy to take care of me!! He kissed me again, washed my ass, cleaned my hole with his finger washed my whole body with water and soap, telling me how hot I am!!

The Men went to the couch watch tv and relax, Rafael and I went to the kitchen because we were all very hungry. I know you wanna know more about the DP, and it was REALLY REALLY CRAZY, but it was good!!! I will tell you more in other day ok?? I love you soooo much brother!!! I hope you are proud of me, I’m doing my best to be a good fag like you! <3 <3

See what I mean about Giovanni being a great faggot? He has the intuition that truly complements a great Alpha like Master Lorenzo.

A great faggot was truly needed in this case, because Master Jose needed a great faggot after taking Master Lorenzo’s fat dick and deeply-pumped load. In that critical moment, Master Jose’s masculinity (let alone Alphahood) was under assault in a way.

But there were Gio and Rafael, on their knees, still ready to serve him afterward. To honor him as an Alpha. To give him their holes so that he can use the full strength of his power on them and regain his sense of self as an Alpha.

I cannot tell you how proud I am of Giovanni and Rafael, two premium faggots who tackle their tasks with emotional intelligence, carnal lust, and boyish enthusiasm. They are the best kind of complement to the power and rage of an Alpha!

I also want to highlight the effortless power and delicate care Master Lorenzo exhibits in Giovanni’s tale. Master Lorenzo controlled every aspect of this encounter, from what the faggots would do while he fucked Master Jose, to teaching Master Jose about bathing the faggots after using them. I’m always impressed my Master Lorenzo, but these details just add to his legacy in my heart.

This entire episode was expertly executed in order to build up Master Jose and teach him how to better utilize his Alpha power. While Master Lorenzo was the conductor of this symphony, Giovanni and Rafael were the orchestra … and they played their parts perfectly.

I love you, my sweet little brother Gio and Raffy!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe and his ownership of his best friend’s faggot brother. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Frat Alphas are a lot of fun. They play rough, of course, but these elite frat bros do everything with good humor and a keen understanding of hierarchical roles. In fact, the fraternity system is yet another manifestation of hierarchy, so it’s no surprise to see the Alpha/fag dynamic playing out within it.

Like most faggots, I’m drawn to frat Alphas because they are high-testosterone sex machines who are unapologetic in their use of inferiors for their own pleasure. But I particularly love frat Alphas because they like to play with smart-ass faggots like me (and I like to play right back). It’s easy to ingratiate oneself with these frat Alphas, because they are generally so open and confident.

Just be careful not to fall in love with them!

I have no idea if Master Joe is going to college or is in a frat, but he’s the prototypical frat Alpha anyway. He’s a cocky, competitive, and hilarious Alpha who freely enjoys all of the worship he receives. I imagine being owned by him would be like being owned by a Golden Retriever (I mean that in the best possible way). I’ve never seen him, but I would still sum him up in one word: ADORABLE.

His ongoing competition with his best Alpha friend is one of those examples of his adorable frat Alpha traits. As you recall, Master Joe took ownership of his best friend’s little faggot brother in order to playfully humiliate his friend. And ever since Master Joe has been upping the ante on this competition, accomplishing things his friend could only imagine (and handily winning the competition!).

The latest accomplishment for Master Joe is a doozy, but it’s also very revealing:

Hi Sam, this is Master Joe, the Alpha you love

I have great news and I am sure you will be happy for my conquest. Do you remember when we talked about how much my best friend wanted to have a 3some but his girlfriend would never accept it? Well, I scored one more point against him last weekend LOL

I met a sexy girl on a dating app, a total slut lol I told her that I wanted to fuck her hard and she enjoyed my dick pics. But my requirement was having my fag boyfriend with us. She loved the idea and then I went to convince my fag. At first, he did not like the idea at all and felt uncomfortable to get naked next to a girl, he tried to change my mind and have a 3some with another fag, not a woman. But I had already made my decision, so I hugged my fag, kissed his neck many times, and said “well baby, you know you will always be my favorite one, I just want to try something new.” And it didn’t take 5 minutes for my boy to accept it, his only requirement was that he didn’t want to suck the girl’s pussy or boobs. I guess the fag is allergic to it LOL.

I would never force my fag to suck a pussy or do anything that makes him uncomfortable, so I respected his limits. The girl wanted to make out with him to turn me on and that would’ve been hot, but I noticed it would’ve been too much for the fag. So we started our sweaty night with the girl sucking my cock while I was making out with my fag, it was a great way to start it, because I held my fag in my arms and kissed him tenderly, so he felt more comfortable. While the girl had my whole cock in her mouth, I kept whispering “that’s alright” to my boy, and he smiled, feeling safer than before. Than I told it was his time and put the boy in my bed to suck my cock. While he was deep throating my cock, I told the girl to sit on my face. I love sucking pussy and since I started fucking my fag I haven’t had many opportunities to suck pussy. Sucking my fag’s ass pussy is also nice, his ass is tight and smooth, but my tongue loves the feeling of a girl and how they moan like sluts.

Then the girl rode my cock while my boy sat on my face for me to rim his pussy too. I put both on all fours, and fucked my fag doggy style with my cock covered in the pussy juice. And fuck, it felt so amazing!! I felt like a King, both of them shaking their holes to me, with their ass up, begging for my cock. And it was a relief to see that my fag had a beautiful smile in his face during the whole fuck, feeling good and enjoying my cock. Then I kept alternating them: fucking the girl’s pussy, then my fag’s ass. Then I put both of them on their knees and let the girl suck some of my precum, but I shot all my load on my boy’s face and inside his mouth. I know how much he loves my cum and it wouldn’t be fair to give my seed to a girl I had just met. But she was quite happy too, I made sure to fuck her pussy nice and deep.

She was satisfied, my balls were empty, then she asked my fag if he would cum. We both laughed and I answered that he only cums once a week and under my guidance. She didn’t understand it and called it a “fetish,” but respected my boy and in fact she treated him very well during the whole night. She’s a really nice girl. My fag went to take a shower and clean his gaping hole and his face covered in cum, spit, and sweat, then when we were by ourselves, she asked if she could sleep in my apartment. I wanted to be a gentleman but I know my fag would feel scared if I let her stay there, so I called an Uber and paid for her, and made sure she would arrive home safely.

When my boy finished showering, she had already left my home, and he came to my arms, asking if I was proud of him. I kissed his lips, his face, and his neck, telling him that he was the best boy ever. He told me that he loved me, and I answered that I loved him too. We had a very romantic night after that, I ordered a nice dinner for us, and he behaved like a perfect submissive fag. Then he confessed me for the first time that before meeting me he was in love with another Alpha, but he dismissed him because he found a girl and decided to get married. And I understood why he was so reluctant at first, the poor boy was afraid that I would prefer the girl over him and just get rid of him. Then he got emotional, tears coming from him eyes, and said that he will never be able to offer me what a woman can.

I held him in my arms again and noticed that at that moment I really needed to take care of him. So I cleaned his tears, told him that I would never exchange him for a random pussy, and told him that next time he needs to be honest with me about his fears and concerns. He said that he didn’t say anything because he wanted to be a good boy, and guess what? I got hard again LOL I have a good sense of humor, so I told him that his face is always pretty but it looks much better covered in my cum, not in his tears. And my sweet fag said “can I please suck your cock again?”

Then I didn’t even go back to my bedroom, he sucked my in the living room, I shot my second load in his mouth, and told him that I love him and that he is a wonderful boy. He said that he loved me too, and we went to bed.

This whole experience turned out to be much more emotional than just a hot fuck. But it was really good to know more about my fag. After all, he is my slut but also my boyfriend and I want to take care of him. And Sam, you know me well, right? So of course I told my best friend that I fucked a really hot girl in a 3 some, and we laughed for hours. He said that I am lucky because he can’t even think about fucking another pussy with his bossy girlfriend. I guess he’s happy, but I bet I am much happier LOL

Some lions like to feast in fresh meat like me, some others get used to eating fried food for puppies like him!!

See? How can anyone not love Master Joe?

Can we please finally dispel the false narratives that straight Alphas don’t own/use faggots AND that straight Alphas cannot tenderly love their faggots? Master Joe’s life experience is yet another example in the accumulating testimony of this site that both of those narratives are DEAD WRONG. I hate the fetish-like idea that straight Alphas are only violent, selfish, and hateful toward faggots. These Men are the best of us, so why shouldn’t we expect to find higher forms of love and appreciation from them as well?

I love how Master Joe used that whore like a plaything, but immediately rebuffed her attempts to stay overnight! He chose his faggot instead!

And I really hope Master Joe’s faggot gains confidence from the choice Master Joe made! I have also felt the crushing pain of being eventually dismissed by straight Alphas who fell in love with a girl, and it’s traumatic. It was good for the faggot to confess its fears to him! That’s a lesson for all faggots: BE HONEST WITH YOUR MASTERS! As we can see here, that kind of open-hearted honesty touched Master Joe’s heart and turned him on enough to feed the fag another load! Honesty turns Alphas on almost as much as anything else!

Master Joe continues to ascend in power, but at the same time he’s becoming a deeper and more appreciative King. This kind of growth only comes when Alphas allow themselves to have experiences far beyond anything ordinary Men can have (I’m thinking of Men like his best friend).

I do love Master Joe … but I respect him even more!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling a father named Sir Alex grappling with the fact that his beloved son Samuel is a faggot meant to serve Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

People mistake this site (and my efforts) as some sort of fake nonsense that caters to freakish fetishes.

How wrong they are! Time and time again I prove all of my haters wrong by my RESULTS, which by any metric are stunning and incomparable. I’m not bragging when I say this. I’m using the truth of Hierarchy to deeply change the lives of unbelievable numbers of people.

So go support degrading meme sites or straight dudes who show you their feet for cash if you must. THIS is where MAGIC happens on a daily basis. There is nothing like this place anywhere else.

The latest evidence of this site’s mission of transformation comes from a story that has touched me so deeply that I’ve lost sleep over it. It involves a wonderful father named Sir Alex who came to me desperate to reach his feminine son Samuel. You may recall that, when Sir Alex first wrote to me, his son was withdrawn and seemed to be deeply depressed. Desperate for answers, he was directed by a gay Alpha friend named Pablo to reach out to me for help.

The main issue was this: Master Pablo (and his Alpha husband) offered to have Samuel stay at their house for a weekend. We’re all guys here, so we know what THAT meant … but Sir Alex was understandably uncomfortable and unsure about letting Samuel do that.

I encouraged Sir Alex to let it happen (even though I was also a little uncomfortable about it) and see what it might lead to. Ultimately, I figured an Alpha who is a good friend to Sir Alex and who reads this site should be trustworthy enough to care for Samuel.

Well, guess what happened?

Hi Sam, this is Alex again, Samuel’s father.

I want to thank you for your last answer. You are very kind. Samuel is 19, he’s an adult, and he deserves to live his life as he wants to.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my son and how to make him happy, so I decided to allow him to stay the weekend at Pablo’s house. I admit that I was anxious at first, but I trust my best friend, so I just tried to get my mind busy with other stuff (I must admit that I invited over a girl who I’d been talking to on Instagram, and had sex for the first time in many years). My boy did not say anything on Saturday but Sunday morning he texted me saying “good morning, dad!!” and he was extremely happy and kind, much more than usual. I asked if he was having fun and he said that Pablo and his husband were treating him like a princess. So I stopped texting him and just told him to have fun.

Pablo and his husband dropped him off at my place around 9pm on Sunday. Sam was THRILLED, he hugged me, he had a big smile on his face, and I have no words to describe how relieved I was to see my son happy again. Then Samuel went to take a shower, and I stayed in the living room with Pablo and his husband having a beer. I asked them what they’d done to my son to make him so happy, they just chuckled and said that I should be proud because my son is a really good boy.

I told them that I didn’t want him to smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol and they said that I had nothing to worry about because Sam was perfectly healthy. After a few hours drinking with them, Sam was already asleep in his bedroom and the guys were more relaxed, so Pablo said “well, can I be brutally honest with you, man?” I said of course, because I had no secrets with my son. Then Pablo asked if I had visited this website and I said that I had been reading a few things, although skipping the videos. So he said “well, so you’ll understand this: I am an Apex Alpha, my husband is a God Alpha, and Samuel…” then his husband interrupted, already quite drunk, and said “And Samuel is a joy!”

Pablo did not want to give more details, so he kept trying to hold him husband back, but it didn’t take to long for them to tell me what happened. Pablo did not touch my son at any moment, the whole plan was taking Samuel for his husband. He said that he has seen Samuel growing up and didn’t want to be his first man because he was afraid my son would fall in love and things would get worse, which I found very generous of him. So what basically happened during this weekend was that Pablo’s husband took Samuel’s virginity and apparently my son very much enjoyed it.

I started having sex with girls when I was 15, so I guess 19 is about time for him to do it too. On the next morning, I prepared breakfast for Samuel and asked if he was feeling alright. For my surprise, instead of the stubborn/rebel mood he usually has, he looked at me and said “I love you dad” out of a sudden, I was caught out of guard and said “I love you too, son, and I always will, no matter what.” Then I told him that it would be embarrassing to talk about this with me, but I am his father and it was my duty to talk about safe sex with him. So I talked about condom, and lube, and prep, and everything else. I work at a hospital, so although I have not taken prep, I am very familiar with this universe.

I thought he would be embarrassed and refuse to answer, but he said that he knew everything about it and that I didn’t need to worry. After a short silence, he looked at me, already laughing, and said “you already know what I did with them, right?” I know that the vast majority of straight fathers would hate to see their sons happy because they were fucked, but there is nothing more important than my son’s happiness, so I laughed along and said “well, I don’t know the details, but I just want to make sure you are okay.” Then Sam was very honest with me and said that he had a huge crush on Pablo and was hoping to do something with him, but once they arrived in their home, Pablo said that he wasn’t comfortable to touch him because they were like family, but Pablo’s husband wanted to “know him better”. Then Samuel laughed again and just said “well, he taught me everything that I needed to know”.

I just asked if the guy had treated him well, and Samuel said he felt like a real princess. We laughed again, finished breakfast together, and for the first time in many years we had a joyful morning together. I had to leave for work, so I left him home, but when I was back around 5pm he had cooked dinner for us and cleaned the whole house. We had dinner together and I asked him if he wanted to see Pablo’s husband again. Samuel opened a big smile and said “well, I would love to, but only if you agree”. I asked if they were boyfriends and I told him that he should look for a boyfriend his age to build a life together and he said, “well father, I am 19, I don’t wanna build a life now, I just wanna have fun, and I had a lot of fun with him”.

We laughed again, I begged him to be responsible and he promised that he would not do anything crazy. I called my friend Pablo again and said that everything was a little confusing for me because I have always imagined my son with a nice boyfriend who would take care of him, and not having sex with my best friend’s husband. But it was true that Samuel’s mood had improved one million times. Pablo then told me that they like to bring other guys from time to time, so they usually have someone in their house every other week.

Then Pablo said “man, I know you’re worried about your son’s safety, but trust me, if my husband doesn’t do it, somebody else will. And I don’t want to see this boy who I love so much in the hands of random men”. And now I see that he is right. I can’t keep Sam at home and make him wait for an ideal husband to take his virginity. I know very well how the world of Grindr works for gay guys and the last thing I want is to see my son looking for random man, so I will let him keep seeing Pablo’s husband. I talked to his husband after calling Pablo and he told me not to worry because he knew what he was doing and he would never hurt my son’s feelings. And he even said that I should use this time alone to stop worrying so much about Sam and have some sex. And in fact, that’s what I did, because the girl who I saw last week is coming here again next Saturday, and Sam will spend the weekend with them again.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep you updated because I’ve been really busy. But after your thoughtful comments to my last message, I wanted to let you know that everything is going well and, most importantly, Samuel is happier than ever. Last week has been a true turning point in his life, and although different from the life I imagined for him, I just want to see him happy. To be honest, I consider myself an open-minded father, but I guess that part of being open-minded is understanding that some people, no matter gay or straight, do not want to have a long-lasting marriage with kids. I should stop projecting my dreams on my son and just support him no matter what.

I’m not crying … YOU’RE crying!

First of all, I must commend Sir Alex with the highest praise my little faggot fingers can express. The deep love he has for his son is breathtaking. I never had a father like him, nor have most of the faggots who follow this site. I can’t even describe the ache in my heart right now because of Sir Alex’s perfect fatherly love. Thank you, Sir! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

I had a feeling that Master Pablo was either an Alpha or an Apex Alpha and married to a God Alpha. Alpha couple dynamics are something I’ve had to learn piecemeal over the years since I’m not privy to that information personally, but the rules of Hierarchy help me predict things like this. Both Alphas sound like astoundingly powerful Men, as well as the kindest and most caring Protector Alphas on the planet. What they’ve done here, utilizing all of the gifts nature bestowed upon them, was to help Samuel realize his true purpose.

Out of all the mind-boggling things Alphas accomplish in our world, this simple, natural act is one of the greatest.

Master Pablo and his God Alpha husband saved a dear faggot’s life!

Samuel’s infectious joy upon returning to his astounded father made me think of the example of a dog. As a puppy, it is wild and unrestrained and it gets into trouble often. This makes the puppy frustrated because its owner is angry with it. Then the puppy goes to obedience school, and its owner works with it and teaches it lessons that produce positive results. What’s always the outcome? A happy dog that is confident at its owner’s side!

It is the same with a faggot!

Before being taken in by those two Alphas, Samuel was dejected and alone, confused about his purpose. But during his weekend with these Alphas, he was trained and shown what he was born to be. All of the pieces jumbled in his mind were snapped into place for the first time. The pathway was cleared, and bright light replaced darkness.

And like a trained puppy, Samuel emerged and returned to Sir Alex confident and focused! That is what the truth of Hierarchy – expertly applied by skilled and knowledgeable Alphas – can do for inferiors!

I’m so happy that Sir Alex was able to receive Samuel back home restored to life again! What a joy that must’ve been for him! And I’m thankful he’s such a kind and thoughtful father to such a good boy!

I cannot tell you how I feel right now. I’m so grateful to Sir Alex, Master Pablo, and his husband for allowing me to be a part of this and for being allowed to share it for all of the other faggots (and Alphas) out there confused or depressed about their own path!

Find truth and embrace it! Hierarchy Is Truth!

You can tell this Alpha is a good Owner of this faggot by the way he treats it.

Notice the eye contact and the approving nod while it sucks him.

Notice the forceful way he breeds it.

Notice how he helps to milk his fåg afterwards.

Good Masters create good faggots!

The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The story of Master Maurice taking disabled faggot Édouard as his own property is one of the most touching and beautiful accounts I’ve ever been blessed to cover. To me, it highlights what’s possible when a great and insightful Alpha discovers a faggot who truly yearns to serve. It also demonstrates the underlying needs in an Alpha/faggot dynamic, how they are drawn together and how they fulfill each other.

In the previous post I made a suggestion that breeding Édouard was vitally important. I said this because I felt like it would boost Édouard’s confidence and sense of purpose. Being disabled makes a faggot feel even more frightened and vulnerable. Having the seed of a very powerful Alpha like Master Maurice inside him would only help.

But what happened turned out to be even more perfect than I could’ve imagined.

Hello, Sam!
This is Maurice again. It’s a pretty sunny Sunday in Switzerland and I decided to take some time to update you about me and Édouard. I spent a few hours reading your hot website and saw that my experience caught the attention of both Alpha brothers and sweet fags. How flattering! But since you and your audience were interested in how I handle my boy, I just want to clarify that, when I first fucked him, I didn’t breed Édouard because he was too scared. Young fags tend to be fragile, but he is 10 times more. I’m not usually very soft with the bottoms I fuck, but I’m taking it easy with Édouard because he’s different. Imagine being a 22 y.o. fag with little family support, just 1 or 2 friends, extremely shy and afraid to be hurt at all times. Every time I put my hard cock next to his cute face he looks at me begging for love, but also begging for mercy because he knows there are many ways I could hurt him.

Well, that was just a disclaimer because I don’t want you and your readers to think that I don’t breed my fags LOL

Last night, Édouard was here with me and I did the same thing I told you the first time. He sucked my dick sitting on the edge of my bed, and when I was ready to fuck, I put lots of lube in his pussy and on my dick. He doesn’t want to be fuck in spoon position yet, so I’m sticking to missionary, which for me is no problem at all. The fag likes to feel close to me and be fucked with intimacy, so I put my dick inside of him while holding his face, telling him how pretty he is. However, I must admit that I’ve been following Roger’s columns and his post about how to keep fucking a fag no matter what really affected me. So when I brought Édouard to my place yesterday, I had decided that I would be firm with him. When my dick was all inside of him, I held his arms against the bed. Considering that he can’t move his legs, he was totally defenseless with my hard cock inside his pussy. I did that just to see how he would react and the boy just said, moaning in a really sexy way, “please, don’t hurt me”

So I started banging his tight pussy but keeping his arms immobilized to make sure he would understand who was is charge. I kissed his face and his lips tenderly, whispering in his ear how sweet and sexy he is. It was the third time I was using his hole, and on the second time I also came on his chest. So this time I needed to breed my boy. I wouldn’t wait more. I fucked him in missionary style for around 10 minutes, and then I stopped thrusting for a while because I was getting close. Without taking my cock out of his ass, I looked in eyes and said “today you’ll feel my cum inside of you, ok?” The boy wasn’t expecting me to say this, but he wanted to make me proud so he just said ok and closed his eye while the tip of my dick was touching deep in his guts. His pussy was still very lubed and I was getting close, so it was the moment to show my boy what a fag is supposed to do in my bed. I held him by his shoulders and fucked his hole as fast as I could, putting all my weight on his disabled legs. The boy’s moans were so loud that he was screaming with my cock stretching him more than ever. Then he said “oh, that’s too much, it’s too big for me”, I held his face in my hands and said “take it baby, I’m getting close” and, proving Roger’s point, the fag said “ok, give me your cum”. He closed his eyes because he knew I was going to be rough and took my cock like a good boy. I felt that it would be a big load so I thrusted as deep as I could and shot a really big one.

I put his head on my chest with his ass up to make sure my cum would stay inside his pussy. We made out for a long time and I told him that his boy pussy has an owner now. So Édouard is now properly fucked, bred, and owned. I took him back to his house but I’m planning on bringing him to live with me soon. It’ll be much easier to take care of him if he stays here and having his hole available 24/7 also sounds good. But before doing this, I need to make sure he’s okay with me fucking other boys, because I don’t see myself breeding just one fag.

This is a magnificent account of how to breed a faggot properly. It’s also a touching display of how to approach and use a faggot with special needs.

I remain in awe of Master Maurice’s control, vision, and heart. Too many Alphas lead with their dicks, but Master Maurice has so many tools just as impactful as his Alpha cock at his disposal. This makes him a formidable Alpha presence.

I’m glad that Master Maurice is not altering his need to own other faggots. It might hurt Édouard’s feelings a little bit, but he needs to accept that he’s only one part of this great Alpha’s Kingdom. Every faggot hopes to be an Alpha’s most precious possession. But as special as Édouard is to Master Maurice, he’s still a faggot and therefore just a part of a greater purpose.

I love that Master Maurice is securing that relationship with his new owned faggot by taking him into his home to live. As a live-in, Édouard will be able to experience being an owned property and bask in the presence, the sights and the scents of an Alpha in his prime. It will be a life of daily delights! I hope Édouard can appreciate the extraordinary opportunity that is about to occur in his life!

After telling me this heartwarming story, Master Maurice added this final paragraph:

You know Sam, when I first found your page, I thought it was just a nice place to jerk off and see fags getting fucked. But no, you really built a community where anyone can learn and teach about our deepest natural truth. Well done, Sam! I hope you feel proud every night when you go to bed for the amazing work you’ve made here and for the lives you’ve changed. I’m certainly proud of a good boy like you.

How do I respond to such praise from a God Alpha like Master Maurice? I’m eternally grateful for such support and encouragement! I’d love for this to be my job (that pays my bills) rather than a job that adds to my bills, but otherwise this has been the most fulfilling project I’ve ever tackled! Thank you, Master Maurice!

Yours,

~sam the faggot

Sadly, I don’t get to feature a lot of stories of Masters who comfort and care for their faggots. Most of the stories I receive are a far cry from aftercare.

Yet I know there are good Masters out there comforting their faggots and providing tender care for them. That’s not to say that these Masters are soft; far from it. But Masters are superior Men, so it follows that these great Men would have superlative emotional strength and depth.

In my Questions From Readers inbox I received a letter from a Master with a story of such kindness and strength. He wrote:

Hi fag, this is not a question but a story for your readers.

26 y.o. master here. Some time ago, when I was on a dating app hunting for fags to use, I came across a boy. I invited him to my place to serve me, but when he arrived, he was extremely thin (almost anorexic). He told me that he has an eating disorder, doesn’t like eating, knew it was unhealthy, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He was a total sub and did everything I commanded him to do. After using him that day and sending him home, I knew what I had to do as his master. The next time I invited him, first I commanded him to eat the food I made for him. At first he didn’t want it, but he didn’t have a choice. I told him if he’s my sub, he has to do everything I tell him to do. Only after he ate the food I let him worship my feet and armpits, because I knew he couldn’t resist.

This went on for some time. After a couple weeks, I noticed he started gaining weight. I kept feeding him and fucking his hole until we stopped seeing each other for different reasons. It’s not what an alpha does to make food for his bottoms (usually it’s other way around), but I think this was a special case. I’m hoping he is doing a bit better now tho.

Isn’t this beautiful?

This Master could’ve just dismissed the faggot because it obviously had troublesome issues. Certainly I’ve known plenty of Masters who would’ve done exactly that.

But this Master diagnosed the faggot’s issue with eating, and then made the faggot food and fed it in order to help it regain its strength! Like this Master said, meal prep is typically a faggot’s job. But this Master humbled himself in order to rescue the faggot!

Why don’t more Masters show compassion and kindness when these are noble virtues for our noblest Alphas?

It’s purely an ego thing. These less caring Masters primarily believe their needs always come first, and the feelings and needs of a faggot are immaterial. And frankly, these Destroyer-like qualities are extolled by faggots as true dominance!

But experienced faggots know better. I’ve been owned by great Protector Alphas who showed me plenty of comfort and encouragement. These great Alphas changed my life forever by putting more than just their dicks inside me. They helped me to have pride and self-respect as a faggot. They gave me value.

There is no doubt that this Master did the same, and I commend him for it!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

In the previous post, we learned of Master Jace’s brutal cunting of his latest faggot, a closeted fag who is technically still married to a woman. However, the faggot was still unable to handle the entire length and girth of Master Jace’s mammoth cock, so he refused to breed it.

In other words, in Master Jace’s eyes the faggot was still not fully cunted.

This weekend Master Jase decided that he’d given the faggot enough time to readjust its life and hole to accept its new purpose, so he was ready to cunt and fully breed it. Master Jase picks up the story from last time:

The cunting lasted well into Sunday, over many hours and sessions, but I can say that I have officially cunted and bred the fag. Saturday morning after feeding him a giant load both down his throat and over his face, I send my in house slut to pick up the fag, who I told to be available the whole weekend, no excuses. “Yes sir”. I hand one of my used musky jocks to my in house slut, instructing him that the fag should enter our place choking on it.

He does, and he enters almost stumbling as he catches sight of me, his legs instantly going weak and his expression already high on the scent of my musk, pre, piss and dried cum soaked into my jock. I point in front of me, and he kneels, a giant muscled dilf fag staring up as I begin wiping and slapping my monster cock over his face. “Been thinking of my cock all night?” Muffled yes. “Even when you got home to your wife?” Another muffled moan. “And you dreamed about my body and cock, didn’t you?” More moans. “Which one, choking on my cock or your pussy stretched over it?” Another long moan. I slap his face with my cock, asking again, “Which one?” The fag moans louder and tries to spread his legs. It was clear, his cunt was hungry.

I whipped the jock out of his mouth and before he could catch a breath I buried my drooling cock right down his throat, making him instantly gag and heave, his lips stretched tight. I tell my in house slut to grab a dildo and to fuck just the tip against the fags hole at the same pace as I skull fuck him. I made his mouth squelch, his face smeared in endless layers of pre, throat slime, and his own tears and snot as I bully fucked his mouth for a good half hour, with my in house slut expectedly stretching out the fags cunt with the dildo.

Pulling out my cock at last, I lay it on the fags face, telling him, “You’ve taken fingers, you’ve taken the dildo, now you’re taking my whole cock today. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” His face was scrambled already from the skullfuck, but the apprehensive look in his eyes proved he wanted it. I made him face away and expose his hole, and that beautiful gaped and still swollen cunt was winking at me. How could I resist. I picked him up, held him above me, and slowly let the fag slide his massive weight down on my cock. How his body tensed as my thick cock bored through him. The stretching did little to prepare him for how my dick reshaped and pushed apart his ass tunnel with ease. I was claiming his insides. And I wanted it all. I pushed against his inner ring. The fag cries. I wrap one arm around his abs, grab the jock and gag him again. I don’t see his face but I can see his head already rolling back again and his back muscles tensing, his legs starting to flail and toes shaking.

I let gravity do the remaining work. Releasing my grip on his body, the only thing stopping him from being deeply cunted, his body fell. Pierced right through that second drum. The fags body went crazy. Spasming in my arms. His head swaying side to side, his feet twisting. His heaving audible even through the gag. For me, his cunt was so tight. A tight ring around my base, another tight ring around my shaft, and the clench of his inside tunnels just vibrating all along my cock.

I do not remember all I said. It was a long weekend of cunting him. I specially prepared and told my in house slut, making sure to reward him for his service of taking care of the fag. But I remember at this point, completely seated inside the trembling muscled dilf fag, telling him, “You like it all the way?” A weak, barely audible moan. “You want to be used like a real fag now?” A better moan. He tried to turn to look at me but I crushed his back against my front. I wanted his full attention to be in the sensation of my cock completely remolding his insides. I slowly begin fucking him, and each thrust he makes a soundless scream as I bury back balls deep inside him.

I begin to fuck him stupid. Picked up the pace, ramming it back in as he loosened, til he began to ragdoll in my arms from how intense the fucking began to get. He was starting to go completely limp in my arms, so I told him I was going to reward him, and shot a giant load in him. Oh he did feel it, with how a low whine came out, but when I pulled out and my cum poured out his used hole and I turned his body to face mine, he was already unconscious, clearly fucked out, yet his body still instinctively reacted, his shaking legs spreading further feeling my cum escape his pussy.

That began the weekend of cunting. I let my in house slut give him aftercare. Taking him to a bedroom where he laid bent out of shape and my cum still drooling out his open and swollen cunt lips. By the end of the weekend, I was going to turn them into a puffed wreck framing a gaped red cunt. While the fag rested under my house sluts care, I worked out, drilling a guy after the gym in his ute before heading home. The fag was still in bed, but now awake…and was fingering his own cunt, moaning. I jumped on him, pulled back his arms, put one foot on his back and mounted him, sliding my cock back in him. Told him how he was just a cunted fag now, who craved my cock. Made him shake and cry as I savagedly pounded him again. Kept him in the same stretched and pinned position as he began shaking and his head bounced back, where I could see his eyes rolling nonstop. Buried my cock in him and blasted another huge load and let him drop back down to the bed. Naked, covered in fluids and a completely mess, while I was still pumped, sweaty, with my cock out my workout shorts.

This carried in the whole weekend. I would fuck and breed him in multiple positions all over the house, while my house slut cared and prepped him. I would do my own thing, training, gaming, gyming, before finding the fag to break him down into an oblivious mess. His wife messages him, wishing him fun on his ‘work colleague trip’. I certainly took my new Dilf fag for many many long hard rides.

I promised I would give him the most puffed of cunt lips, and I did. His legs couldn’t close at all by Sunday, he was barely able to limp. In house slut had cleaned him multiple times, but the fags cunt was still constantly leaking my cum. Everytime he even saw me, he would moan, buckle, and start panting. His eyes were completely gone, dilated, unfocused from the hours of non-stop merciless pounding I gave him. But as a reward, this last fuck, I slowly sank into him, wrapped my arms, and just rutted slow but forceful, letting him feel every inch of my cock pulling against his cunt. After giving him one last cunt soaking load, I got in house slut to drive him home plugged with my last load inside him. How he tells his wife about his “work weekend trip” will be interesting, but he now physically and mentally was well and truly cunted. I left a message saying he could rest Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday, I expected his pussy to be ready for me again.

WHEW!

Experiencing Master Jace’s recaps of his conquests is almost a form of cunting in itself! I feel gaped and exhausted, but also exhilarated and alive and grateful to be a faggot!

After expressing my utter shock over this long-game, multi-day cunting he administered, I told him how shocked I was by the length, breadth, and depth of this cunting experience. After asking me if I had ever been cunted like that – which made me laugh, because I don’t know if I’d be coherent if every cunting I experienced too 2-3 weeks – Master Jase had more to say about his technique and his needs:

I love cunting fresh fags, Sam. Every once in awhile, I land a fag like this dilf fag who I know I will be keeping. And it’s worth the time and effort to cunt him over and over until his body, mind, and soul understands his place and purpose. Because for me, it’s almost like the thrill of a hunt to take my time preparing the fag for the finale.

It’s instinctual to me. It’s how I hunt my fags and sluts. It’s how I train them to take my merciless aggression and my giant cock without permanently ruining them. It’s how I transformed my current in house slut. Weeks even of university rooming slowly transforming him into a trained cock sleeve. Other alphas may cunt their fags in a day. Or less. But I like to take my time. Enjoy the thrill of the process. Revel in the final moments before the fag submits to the cunting in its entirety, their body and mind turned.

I mentioned to Master Jase that my cuntings happened without the knowledge or planning of me or any of my Masters. My Masters and Alphas who cunted me all thought they were hurting me and freaked out a bit; meanwhile, I was freaking out over the loss of control. None of us back then knew what it was, which is why I coined the term “cunting” to describe it, and I believe my work is the foremost authority on cunting anywhere on the internet.

Master Jase continued:

Hah, I always know what would hurt a fag or not. Breaking it’s cunt open will never hurt you or any fag. Your crying, your shaking, your involuntary movements, are all pleasure signs that you’ve experienced the peak of being fagged out. I do not know nor presume to know if you pioneered and coined the term cunting. But I do know that since I started to fuck and own my sluts in high school, that was how I broke them in. Not nearly with enough patience and marathon stamina as now, but I just knew that mounting them on my cock and their reactions meant that I had turned them into my willing cumdumps.

Fags are not as weak as straight alphas think they are. It takes a certain will to submit and release their control to an alpha. Myself, I demand my fags all keep themselves in the best of shapes to withstand my punishing rounds of breeding. The new Dilf fag is no exception. Point being, fags who are made to be used by alphas, will have the will and body to withstand some use from an alpha.

Master Jase is a rare Alpha, one that doesn’t fit easily into Protector or Destroyer labels. He’s probably both simultaneously. He’s like a sudden and violent storm that rises up and obliterates a town, but after it passes the sun is shining and the air is clean and fresh.

All I know is that Master Jase will mount a faggot with the expressed desire and intent to destroy it, but in the end he’s holding the limp, devastated body of a cunted faggot that has been transformed and set free. He’s not for the faint-hearted or half-hearted. Once he rams his huge dick all the way in a faggot, there’s simply no way it’s ever coming back.

And that, to me, is the whole point.

Thank you, Master Jase!

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I must tell you it has been a real treasure to get to know Master Jason, the incredible straight college Alpha who recently reached out to me about his latest faggot Mason. Right from the start I recognized that, even though he’s only owned faggots for a couple of years, the ownership and training of them was almost second-nature to him. We always talk about how faggots are born to serve Men, but we rarely discuss how some straight Alphas are born to own faggots.

But Master Jason was born to own faggots.

To illustrate that I have a terrific story about Master Jason’s first faggot John (this faggot, still owned long distance by Master Jason, wrote to me about coming to be owned by him. I’ll share that in a separate post.

Now back to Mason. If you’ll recall, Mason thought he might not be a faggot, but Master Jason (utilizing his natural instincts) managed to break Mason and get Mason to admit he’s a faggot. There was even some light scent training as reinforcement.

I advised Master Jason to continue ramping up scent training and intensifying it in the hopes of cementing Mason’s resolve. That was, of course, exactly what Master Jason planned to do. He has incredible patience with faggots (part of his Protector Alpha personality); he understands that faggots are broken males in many ways and are vulnerable and scared. Master Jason’s training focuses on getting the faggot to embrace this purpose and then find fulfillment in becoming an owned faggot.

So Master Jason updated me on another little setback:

So far training Mason has been a process just slower yk since he is adapting to additional tasks I’ve assigned him, but ngl he’s done a good job of worshipping me and has been such an obedient fag now and the scent training has paid dividends. He’s even volunteered to do all my laundry without me asking, and I know he’s just been sniffing at my sweat-stained clothes. But I was surprised he didn’t write either and asked him about it but he doesn’t feel humiliated, just shocked bout the whole thing yk just a lot of things for him to handle at once.  I encouraged him to write to you about his perspective though, as he admitted not thinking his perspective was more important than mine. As for chastity, I’ll definitely look into making a ceremony for sure, def think it would create a closer alpha-faggot bond between us, but taking my time with it for now.

For scent training, it’s been kinda easy just bc I mentioned when we first talked I noticed how he took some of my gym clothes before, so his resistance isn’t as high. But to make him more addicted when we go to the gym I instruct him to smell my towel everytime I wipe sweat off to get him addicted to the scent and tell him I know he wants it and if he wants to continue serving me he needs to smell them. When we get back though I throw my gym socks at him and simply tell him that I know he wants to smell them and he has until I’m finished showering to smell them. I’ve been using this to train him to my scent but one time he was still sniffing my socks when I returned disobeying me so I didn’t let him worship or sniff my pits or clothes for 24 hours.  He ended up begging me if he could just use one of my gym shirts, which I flat out refused since he was disobedient.

This has made him so obedient that he knows when he can sniff and when he has to stop and he hasn’t made the mistake since then and scent training him has been almost a daily occurrence. I also reward him everytime he finishes my homework, cooks, or does the laundry by letting Mason sniff my pits and feet for around a couple minutes to really let him know that worshipping me is a reward. I’m planning to begin scent training him to my crotch soon by giving him my sweaty underwear to break him in and get him addicted, but tryna figure it still since my experience with John was different from other stories I’ve met since he never asked to worship my cock and he seemed happy just being my slave yk. So if ya have any tips feel free to lmk but that’s how its going so far.

Most of this sounded pretty good to me, and I complimented Master Jason for his patient approach and how it seemed to be paying off.

But then Master Jason sent me this troubling update:

For Mason though I took your advice man and tried to force his face into my crotch, but even tho he admitted he was a fag, he resisted a bit and couldn’t do so. For me I don’t find it weird, I am just selective on who actually gets to see and touch my cock. He apologized about being not ready and ended up tearing up a bit about being straight before to not being a fag and I did my best to comfort him, but I had to punish him and ended up tying him up in my room for a couple hours gagged with my sock. I encouraged him to write to you because although he’s obedient and everything, he still has these moments where I have to comfort him quite often. It’s definitely been a delicate balance yk with him more than any fag I’ve used just because I still see him as a brother of sorts, but I hope he does get better.

I do plan on moving forward in training him still over a longer period of time and I still haven’t really thought about placing my seed in him seeing as he hasn’t deserved it but a hole is a hole and if proves himself worthy I may consider it. 

How disappointing!

I have no idea how a guy can actively and repeatedly steal an Alpha’s underwear and still consider himself to be straight and not a faggot. I understand that Mason at first even told me that he felt like a Top and that he was “vers”, which was ridiculous to me given what he was doing with Master Jason’s underwear.

It honestly breaks my heart that Mason cannot let go of the delusions he clings to about being straight or anything other than a faggot. Even more tragic, he’s screwing up the opportunity to serve and be owned by a truly magnificent straight Alpha like Master Jason. Unlike most of his Alpha brothers, Master Jason shows patience and, even wilder, LOYALTY to his faggots. These are qualities that are very rare, and should NEVER be taken for granted.

While there are probably tens of thousands of faggots who would love to serve Master Jason, Mason is crying and begging off of it. It’s mind-boggling.

I can only praise Master Jason for attempting to comfort this faggot that resists his ownership and guidance. Most Alphas would’ve tossed it away by now, probably, especially straight ones who could be fucking pussy instead.

Thank you Master Jason for being a great Protector Alpha, a true example of Hierarchy at its finest!

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

Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.

And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.

All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.

But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!

Prepare yourself!

I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.  

I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am.  After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.

He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.

Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.

I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.

He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.

Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.

I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.

He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat.  He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.

He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy.  I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder.  I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.  

He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.

He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.”  “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me.  He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth,  It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me!  He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.

He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!

He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!

King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it.
All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.

He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said,  “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now  I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.

Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!

I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.

It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm.  I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence.  When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.

Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking!  All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot.  At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.

I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.

This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!

I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!

As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.

Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.

I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.

The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.

What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!

Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:

My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?

The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!

Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?

Thank you, Sam!
-#5

Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.

The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.

Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!

As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:

I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it.  About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too. 

Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think  I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but  I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.  

Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now. 

I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.

Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.

Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.

Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.

Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!

This breaks my heart a little bit.

I hate to see my brothers this terrorized and traumatized.

I mean, who likes hurting a faithful dog? A dog only wants to love and please its Master. Why hurt it?

It’s the same with a faggot. A faggot only wants to love and please its Owner.

Men who hurt these ones are broken inside.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.

One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.

He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:

I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.

My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.

I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.

That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.

I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.

It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.

Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.

But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.

I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!

This was originally published October 5, 2020

Alphas and Masters love owning faggots. Why wouldn’t they? Faggots are like faithful dogs that can be fucked, ordered to cook and clean, and always gives back non-stop worship.

Alphas and Masters also love the pliability of faggots. Since faggots are possessions of Men, these superiors can make faggots do whatever they want or modify them in whatever way they choose. That might mean keeping the faggot in a doggie cage. It might mean having the faggot drink urine. Most commonly, it means putting the faggot into a chastity cage.

Those are all the fun aspects of faggot ownership. But ultimately a faggot is a valuable possession of a Man, and valuable possessions need to be cared for and protected.

That intro leads me to an extraordinary event that happened this weekend.

Chin (Master Jin’s faggot) and Alex (Master Nick’s faggot) had been talking to each other and devised a way to get a key for their chastity cages because they were getting frustrated being locked up. Eventually their plan was discovered, and both Masters were at their wit’s end trying to understand the problem.

Now, I had been in their ears for some time about how the faggots may need to be milked. My concern was more health-based; it’s better for the prostate to ejaculate. But I also felt these waves of frustration from the young faggots, that they couldn’t feel orgasms anymore.

This latest crisis finally made Masters Nick and Jin hear my words.

So Master Nick researched prostate milking. Then he took Alex into a private room, got him naked, and put him on the bed. Then Master Nick inserted his fingers into Alex’s hole, found the prostate, and then began to massage it. Within a minute or two, cum started to flow out of Alex’s clit, out of his cage, and onto the bed.

Now think about this. Master Nick is a straight Alpha Male! He’s owned faggots for nearly a year after a lifetime of never considering sex with a male! During his year of fag ownership, he has confronted every new issue with intelligence, thoughtfulness, and courage. This is what a true Apex Alpha does!

But Master Nick shrugs it off. “I own them, so it’s my job to take care of them,” he says.

After Master Nick milked Alex, Master Jin took Nick’s suggestions and milked the troublesome Chin. Within two minutes Jin had milked Chin and then cleaned him up.

Master Nick was so excited by the results of his milking of Alex that he then milked his other three faggots, Yul, Lee, and Oliver.

Again, these Masters are straight. Prostate milking was beyond anything they ever imagined they would ever do. But they faced this challenge with great maturity and practicality. I cannot praise this enough.

Afterward, I asked both of them what they thought. They said it was like fingering a pussy. The faggots said that it was the weirdest feeling they’d ever experienced. I’ll admit, it’s hard to describe. I thought it felt like involuntary peeing, but the relief was somewhere deeper than the relief of a typical Male orgasm.

But most significantly, the Masters born said that they felt closer to their faggots through the act of milking. Master Nick said he felt more powerful as he held his faggots in his large hands and cared for their needs. The event was one of GROWTH.

POSTSCRIPT

I was so amazed by the events that transpired that I began bragging to other Masters about it. And to my shock, these Masters (some gay) would say that they had no interest in milking their faggots. A couple had a reaction of “that’s gross … I’ll never do that.”

I think it’s a shame that so many Alphas and Masters want all of the benefits of faggot ownership, but none of the responsibility.

Leave it to Masters Nick and Jin – straight Alphas who are growing in their power daily. – to lead the way.

So I’m begging all owners of faggots: milk your faggots, be involved in their training, and be a worthy owner.

Special thank you to Master Nick and Master Jin for becoming the two most astounding owners of faggots that this world has ever known! May you always stand as a shining example to your Alpha brothers!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.

While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.

Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!

Here’s Fabien:

A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.

This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”

I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.

Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!

Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.

But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.

But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!

The effect on Fabien is also profound:

Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am. 

I was really born for this.

Indeed you were, baby brother!

An Alpha Pack doesn’t always need to be rough. Sometimes they can gently encourage faggots to accept their purpose while using you at the same time.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

So Master Steve, in the process of punishing his faggot Mike, put Mike into chastity but then added a new wrinkle: he wanted Mike to find him a faggot to use during the two weeks of ordered chastity (because, of course, a Master shouldn’t need to go without just because the fag is being punished).

That’s a rough demand!

Here’s what happened after Mike found a fag friend named Jacob:

Just wanted to give you an update.  This week has had a lot of stressful moments, but also so realizations.

On Tuesday night, my ex Jacob, who ironically was my bottom, went to service Master Steve, that’s something I was asked to arranged as a punishment.     Although I was not happy about this, I did it first and foremost to prove my loyalty to Master Steve.  I also knew this would not impact Jacob and I relationship.  I fully came clean to Jacob about me being a faggot and ask him to do this as a favor.

Afterwards, Jacob called me.  I asked him to give me all the details as I would not be mad or upset.  I had to accept my punishment. He told me that Steve talked about me the whole night and Jacob told me how lucky I was to have him.

While I’m sure it was difficult for Mike to know his Master was fucking one of his friends, I’m also sure Jacob’s report made him feel a bit better.

But then Master Mike had another surprise.

Steve asked me to come over on Thursday night, which is something he normally doesn’t do. When I got there, he wanted me to be open and honest about how I was feeling being in chastity for almost one week.  I was truthful with him and told him that I was extremely frustrated but I was willing to do what I need in order to please him.  I also talked with him about I am seeing there’s is also an emotional and psychological component being in a chastity.  He was happy to hear all of this and agreed that the overall goal is to make me more focused on his sexual desires rather than mine, and to overall start feeling more submissive around him and his Alpha friends.  Obedience is the ultimate goal.

He asked me to strip naked so he could see my cage, I was training beyond belief.  My balls were hurting because the ring was pulling out so far.  He raised his arm and told me to smell his pits, it was intoxicating and then he began to jerk off.  When he came, he blew his load on my cage.  He said just so you know I’ve just marked my territory. 

He told me to get dressed and for me to let the cum dry on my cage.

I told him Thank You Sir for marking me as yours.  He said don’t ever fuck up again, understand.  He said he’s also excited to see how I’m gonna make this up to him.

I have no idea what to expect this weekend.  

I love love love what Master Steve did with Mike here. It’s almost a form of aftercare. First, he sincerely wanted to know how the discipline was transforming his faggot, and Mike’s incredibly humble and honest answer clearly moved Master Steve.

And here I just want to emphasize to all of the faggots reading this: always be honest with your Masters! They are very sharp and they can detect disingenuousness or outright lying. And if you are honest, your Master will better know how to guide you!

Then Master Steve does something brilliant: he scent trains Mike on his armpit while jacking off onto his faggot’s locked nub. This is serious mind-fucking used to reinforce Hierarchical standing and purpose. It shows me that Master Steve knows what he’s doing!

I’m pretty excited to hear what happens this weekend! My main question: will Master Steve choose to release his faggot from his cage? We shall see!

The following post is part of a thread following the ownership of a 19-year-old faggot named Alex by a 46-year-old Master named Henry. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

May-September relationships often struggle to survive. The age difference leads to too many mismatched interests and radically different viewpoints.

But huge age differences almost always enhance Master/faggot relations. Many fåggots have Daddy issues, and older Alphas love to own and breed fresh, young, energetic fag pussy they can train.

It’s a win/win!

Recently a 19-year-old faggot named Alex encountered a 46-year-old Alpha named Henry at a club, and sparks flew!

Here’s Alex’s telling of it:

Hi, my name is Alex. I’m 18 (turning 19 in two weeks) and I’m a faggot. My Masters name is Henry and he is just an absolute god. He’s this ridiculously handsome 46 year old British man, he’s 6’7”, has a nine inch long cock with a 5.5 inch circumference (he let me measure it). He has the most beautiful blue eyes, chestnut hair that’s starting to gray (it’s so hot oh my god), and nice beard. He’s ripped out of his mind and has a pretty hairy body. We met at a BDSM club in early November and we fucked and it was absolutely amazing. We both really enjoyed it so I went home with him and we had a round two. We were cuddling after and we were talking about our biggest fantasies and so told him that it was being owned by a man. He asked if I meant like an Alpha-Faggot type of relationship and I told him yes. He asked if I’d want to be his faggot cause I was such a good sub for him back at the club and I was able to take his dick so well and I was good at fucking him. I spent the night at his place and when we woke up we got dressed, went to go get coffee, then he took me to a sex shop and got me my first cage.

Now let’s stop right there. Notice how Master Henry already understood Hierarchical dynamics and helped Alex accept his role through careful communication? That’s the mark of a true Master. An experienced Master will draw out a faggot from its internal hiding place and help it to accept what it was naturally born to be.

I can see why Alex was so taken by Master Henry!

We went back to his place and had our first proper session together as Alpha and Faggot. After about two weeks of serving him he told me he wanted me to be a live in faggot. I happily accepted. I moved in with him on November 26. I’m currently taking a gap year (although he still has English citizenship so we might move to the UK if shit really hits the fan here) but I honestly am seriously considering not to go to college and just serving him. He makes enough money to easily support the both of us. I kind of act like his housewife. I bring him breakfast in bed every morning and wake him up with a blowjob. I do his laundry and iron his clothes. I make him lunches to bring to work with him. I run his errands and take care of his home while he’s away. I make sure that he either comes home to a home cooked meal or dinner still cooking and a glass of whiskey and sometimes a foot rub to occupy him while he waits. He’s a very loving and affectionate Master. When he’s not using me he likes to cuddle and give me kisses and pet my hair and he’s always telling me what a good boy I am.

Affection is another useful training tool a Master can and should use when taking ownership of a faggot. Being owned is an adjustment; a faggot must adjust to not only a new routine and life, but also to its own purpose. This can be really hard for young fags like Alex.

He’s genuinely one of the smartest, kindest, most loving people I’ve ever met. (He’s also really good with kids which is so hot for me) I genuinely think I’m starting to fall in love with him. I would love to be his little faggot husband if he would let me. I told him this last night and he said he liked the sound of that. Tonight he invited some of his other Alpha friends over to gang bang me. The youngest guy was 42 and the smallest dick was a little over 7 inches. I’m a size queen and have always been into older men this made me happy. It was absolutely incredible. Not only did I serve these men, but while they were using me, I was also serving my Master! I love my Master so much and I’m so glad I get to belong to such an amazing man!! I hope every faggot gets to have as amazing as a Master as him.

It’s interesting that Master Henry introduced his new young faggot to gang bangs so early. I guess it makes sense in that it’s good to get a faggot’s mind focused on being property.

I wanted to highlight this experience to show faggots that there are powerful, experienced Masters who are Protector Alphas and understand what a faggot needs. You don’t need to serve Alphas who hurt you.

Real Men don’t hurt faggots (except sexually), just like they wouldn’t hurt a loyal dog.

I’m so glad little Alex has found a great owner in Master Henry! We will be hearing more about them!

Being born a faggot and then fulfilling that purpose is not easy. We are used roughly, treated harshly, drained and discarded and forgotten. Actual trash might have it better, because at least trash has someone to pick it up. A faggot ultimately has nobody.

Unless they’re owned.

Being owned by an Alpha should be the goal for any faggot seeking lifetime fulfillment. Why? Because it’s a harsh world for a weak and defenseless thing like a faggot! Having an Alpha owner protects us from harm while giving us purpose. From an evolutionary perspective, that’s probably how faggot ownership happened, as faggots sought to be useful to the more dominant Alphas of a collective.

But even when we are owned, life can be stressful. Masters often have long lists of demands on our time with chores and other stuff. And then there are the constant demands for sex, which of course we love, but we tend to get beaten up in the process of getting fucked in our throats and asses (not to mention the spankings, whippings, restraints, chokings, and everything else).

That’s why AFTERCARE is so very important in relationships that involve power play. It’s defined nicely this way:

The time spent following sexual activity where partners check in with each other, providing comfort and ensuring both feel cared for and relaxed by engaging in activities like cuddling, talking, or simply taking a moment to unwind together.

In pure Alpha/faggot situations (especially involving straight Alphas), there’s typically not a lot of aftercare happening. Straight Alphas don’t provide a lot of aftercare with their females, so it’d be a mistake to expect straight Alphas to show care and concern for their faggots.

But it can happen. I know it can, because I’ve been owned by straight Alphas who showed aftercare for me. I’ve known of straight Alphas who have given aftercare for other faggots. So it does happen, and it really speaks to the inner qualities of the Alpha when he does.

Why is aftercare important anyway? Well, let’s face it: when Alphas use subs, they tend to get rough. Violent. Abusive. Degrading. It’s nothing more than the animal side buried within every Alpha coming out during a primal moment. I call it Beast Mode. During this time, Alphas slap, spit, choke, and show a kind of hate that can be frightening (as well as exciting).

But once an Alpha has finished and is coming down from his rut, he pretty quickly returns to a state of deep relaxation and contentment, but for the one being used (female or faggot), they are still in a state of alarm. It’s natural. The body produces adrenaline while under stress, and that doesn’t dissipate so easily.

So it’s important for an Alpha to comfort the faggot. Holding it, stroking its hair, speaking encouragingly to it, all help to remind it that it’s still valuable and cherished. The net effect of this kind of aftercare is to build loyalty in the faggot. Once it realizes that its Owner doesn’t mean it harm, it’s drawn to both the power it experienced while being used and the compassion it experienced afterward.

The following video captures a form of aftercare. The Alpha has just finished breeding his faggot, and he spends some time holding the faggot while gently stroking his cock inside it. The soft caresses and the nuzzling tells the faggot it pleased him well and that it is valued. It’s beautiful.

So Alphas, take some time to comfort your faggots. Whether it’s a massive financial drain or a rough, rape-like fuck, your faggots are serving out of loyalty and devotion to you. Let them know their sacrifices are not unappreciated or in vain.

Hello Sam
A few days ago my boy sent you a message complaining about how it hurts when I fuck him. He showed me your website and your answer to his question. You are doing an excellent work, well done. I’ve been fucking faggots for a decade and I’ve never heard about your work. Keep up the good work.

I’m writing to you because I imagine many fags read your website and I want to say that he is fine. Although I believe that it is important for a faggot to endure some pain to make sure they don’t forget their place, I would never hurt him or any other boy on purpose. In fact, after he wrote to you he was honest with me about how he felt and I’m much more careful now. I did not know my dick was hurting him so bad. But now I got him three different dildos for him to practice more often, and he’s much better now. I am exploring more his throat to let his ass recover.

So Men, take care of your boys!
Boys, be honest with your Men!

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Master, thank you for reaching out to me with this glorious and inspired message! I also thank you for your kind words and your blessing on what I’m doing here!

I must tell you that your faggot’s letter really touched me. I wanted to reach through the internet and hold him. He seemed so genuinely disappointed and sad, not only because of the discomfort, but also because seemed resigned to never being able to please you properly. The greatest faggots always have that selflessness at the core of their being, and yours has that in abundance.

Of course, an Alpha like you who has owned and used faggots for as long as you have already knows this. I just had to make that point first, Master.

I celebrate you and your response to this situation because I want other Alpha Masters to appreciate it and consider your actions thoughtfully. Ask any faggot who has actually served Alphas, and you will hear lots of horror stories of terrible, cruel, and unconscionable Masters who practically torture their faggots. And these faggots suffer the cruelty because of the same mindset that your faggot had – that pain is all a faggot deserves. 

I smiled when you even admitted that pain is an important component of owning faggots, Master. I can tell by the way you phrased it that you know HOW strategic application of pain is useful in molding a proper faggot mindset. I wouldn’t have the kind of respect I have for Alpha power today if I hadn’t learned to endure Alpha ruts, Alpha discipline,  and large Alpha cocks. I learned these things from the great Masters who’ve owned me over the years, Men very much like you.

So I now know my little faggot brother is in the best hands. Through your power, wisdom, and skill your faggot will find purpose and pleasure, fulfillment and peace. I thank you, Master, for reaching out and setting such a fine example!

I beg you, Master: please write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. I would very much like to add your voice to the wide roster of great Alpha voices on this site, not only to instruct your brother Alphas, but also to give hope to the lost faggots who come here searching for hope.

Thank you again, Master! 

Yours,

sam the faggot   

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