Big Alpha dicks drool a lot because Alphas are always in heat.
The feeling of their own huge cocks between their legs keeps them turned on.
The only thing to match that need are faggots.
One of the most delicate gifts I ever receive with this site is trust. I safeguard the trust of those who give it to me like my very existence depended upon it. The secrets I’ve held over the years would blow your mind; entire threads have gone unpublished simply because I didn’t want to risk those who came to me in trust. I will never betray anyone who comes to me in good faith.
And that is especially true when a parent comes to me for help with their children.
So often I receive messages from confused, shocked, or frightened parents who are unsure of what to do with their child who seems to be too powerful to control (like young Master Lucas) or too feminine to fit in with boys (the many young faggots I’ve counseled over the years). These parents (usually fathers) write me letters filled with fear and desperation, so eager to understand their suddenly-distant and struggling son. It truly wrenches my heart every time.
I wish some of these inspiring fathers could replace my own father, who knew I was a fucked-up kid and decided to largely turn his back on me. The fact that these glorious Men work so tirelessly to reach the hearts of their sons makes me hope for a time of better understanding ahead!
The latest example of such a great father is a Man named Alex. He lost his wife a few years ago, and he’s been raising his son Samuel (hey, great name!) by himself ever since.
The wrinkle is this: Samuel is fairly obviously a faggot.
Of course, as a straight Man, Sir Alex knows next-to-nothing about this or what might best benefit his son. But one thing is certain: Sir Alex wants whatever is best for him and will finally bring his son back to life since the death of his mother. And I can think of nothing more noble and beautiful in this broken world than that!
There is one interesting aspect to this story near the end, but I’ll let Sir Alex tell it:
Hello! My name is Alex, I am 39, talking from Mexico. I’d like to share my story with you, Sam. I have a 19-year-old son called Samuel just like you. I got married when I was his age, and he was born when I was 20. I wanted to spend my whole life with his mother as my loyal wife and raise Sam to be confident and successful man. But tragically my wife had cancer and passed away in 2021, when Sam was 15. Since then, I have committed my whole life to take care of my boy, night and day. My top priority in life is to see Sam happy, no matter who he is or what he feels.
Sam has always been very obedient and a really good boy at school and at home. When he was 5 or 6 he used to love Barbie movies and he spent most of his teenage years watching make-up tutorials online. So for me it is very obvious that he is gay, and this is totally fine for me. I love him no matter what. I am very young and always try to be a open-minded father for my son. But since my wife passed away Sam has been really depressed and I feel that I hardly ever see his beautiful smile nowadays. I talk a lot with him about the importance of moving forward, and that his mom wouldn’t want to see us suffering forever. But it’s been really hard to navigate this.
But the reason why I am telling you these things is because my best friend from school, whom I’ve been friends with for 25 years now, is gay and married to another guy. His name is Pablo and has known Sam since he was born, he was always the nice uncle (although not blood related) bringing presents to my son. When my wife passed away, he proved to be a real brother and gave a lot of support to Sam when I needed to work. I’ve asked Pablo many times if he thinks Sam is gay, and since my kid was 12 Pablo had no doubts that Sam was gay. More recently, I’ve tried anything to see my son happy again, you have no idea. There is nothing in the world that I want more than seeing my son moving forward and having a happy life. So a few weeks ago, since they are so close to each other, my friend Pablo asked me if I would allow Sam to spend some time at his place with his husband.
At first, I didn’t like the idea because I’ve protected Sam with my own hands since he was born. But Pablo was very honest to me and said that in his opinion my son is lost and he needs a male figure that I cannot be for him. He said that with his husband Sam would have a better environment to relax, open his mind, and explore his identity. We’ve been friends for 25 years and know everything about each other’s life, so I was very straightforward and asked him if he wanted to have sex with my son. Then he admitted that it wouldn’t be a bad idea because Sam is a virgin and needs to have a real Man guiding him. Pablo thinks that losing his virginity with someone he trusts will make Sam see other possibilities in life.
As I said, I’m very open-minded and would accept my son no matter what. But I don’t know how to react. Pablo said that he will not try to seduce my son without my consent, but he truly believes that it’s time for me to let it go. I asked Sam if he would like to spend a few weeks with Pablo and his husband, and my son opened a big smile and was really excited about the idea. I also should say that Sam loves social media and loves to put sexy pictures wearing his swim trunks for his close friends on Instagram stories. And do you know how I found it out? I am not on his close friends, but Pablo was, and I suspect that Sam only had Pablo in his close friends because my son is very shy and would not show sexy pictures to anyone.
So I have many hints that Sam is into Pablo, but at the same time I’m afraid that this is a bad idea. I wanted my son to find a boyfriend his age who would treat him well, and love him. I have never thought about my best friend to do so. He has a open relationship with his husband, but I don’t want my son to be just a little side fun for them. I trust Pablo more than anyone else on Earth, and he told me that he wants to “take care” of my son, not just have sex.
After some time discussing this, Pablo said that he has been following your work for many years on Twitter, and sent me this website. He told me to read some stories and learn about hierarchy. And I did it. I understand everything you say here, and I understand that some men are submissive, others are not. I can deal with all of that, and that’s fine. But in Sam’s case, I really need an outside opinion before deciding what to do with my son.
In any case, I would like to thank you for your time and I hope you could share your thoughts with me.
Hopefully this beautiful letter moved you the same way it did me! I’d love to give Sir Alex a hug for trusting me with this!
Given what I know, it’s clear that (a) Samuel is a natural-born faggot, and (b) Sir Alex’s best friend Pablo is an Alpha and Master who seems very much to be a Protector Alpha (certainly he would be for Samuel, anyway).
In theory I wholeheartedly agree with Master Pablo that Samuel needs to be given a chance to serve a Man as he was born to do. Fulfillment of purpose is something we all strive for in our own way. When we realize that purpose, it opens all of the locked doors in our hearts and minds. Samuel deserves to experience that just like anyone else. In fact, I suggest he might need it even more than most.
When a faggot loses a mother, the faggot loses his first true ally (most of the time). Men are frightening and distant to most young faggots, so a motherless faggot often withdraws. It’s something that simply can’t be avoided at this stage of development.
But Master Pablo seems to understand what I do, that Samuel would likely blossom with training, simple things like foot worship, and some sexual experience. The fact that Samuel opened up immediately to the idea of staying with Master Pablo tells me a lot about Samuel’s interests and desires.
To my dear Sir, Alex, I just want to say that Samuel will be okay in the care of your best friend. He’s not going to corrupt your son or ever hurt him. In fact, Master Pablo will be working to FREE your son. Your little boy has been Master Pablo’s little boy, too. He’s cared for Samuel as if he were his own son. Master Pablo will only ever seek the best for Samuel, just as you always will.
But there are simply some things a father generally cannot do for his son. This is one of them when that son is a faggot.
I’m sure there will be a time when Samuel understands this moment in time, a moment when Sir Alex made a brave and wise decision to give him freedom and a chance to find purpose. At that time he will hug his father tightly, tears in his eyes, and thank him for such a blessing!
But until then, Sir Alex, you have my utmost respect and everlasting thanks! Please keep me informed when possible, Sir!
(Originally published on FWA in August of 2019)
There have been at least four half-started versions of this story during this blog’s 4.5-year history. Every time I would start it, I’d feel panic and stop. But, for the sake of transparency, I finally got it done. Enjoy my shame!
For a time when I was 27 I had no Owner. So, of course, I was out prowling the night and sucking dick pretty regularly. One Friday evening I met a local Alpha named Carlo (not his real name). Carlo was 21 years old and gorgeous. He looked A LOT like this pretty famous amateur porn star that I’m sure most of my readers have seen at one point or another:
Needless to say, I was pretty excited to serve this guy. Sadly, we couldn’t get together that night, so he invited me over the next day after he got off work.
I arrived on time at the condo address (he was renting it). He opened the door wearing a black Adidas tee-shirt, basketball shorts, and some red Converse shoes.
“Come in,” he said flatly. I looked up at him. His dark eyes were unsympathetic, predatorial. He looked like a hungry human shark. I followed his command and entered. The condo was a split level unit. The lower level had no furniture in it. There were beer cans and trash scattered here and there around the place.
He saw me surveying the damage. “Had a party last night since it’s my last weekend,” he said dismissively. “Wanna beer?”
He handed me a Budweiser and we sat together on the brick fireplace. Mostly mindless “getting to know you” chit-chat. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his feet.
“What size shoe do you wear, Sir?” I asked tentatively.
He smiled. “Size twelve.”
“Wow,” I replied breathlessly, not even trying to disguise my lust.
“You like that?” he asked. I nodded. “Take my shoes off.”
I practically fell on my face stumbling to my knees at his feet. The shoes were barely tied, so I slipped them off one at a time. No socks – beautiful. His feet were big and wide and suckable. I followed my natural instinct and leaned down to kiss them. Carlo chuckled nervously.
While I was lost in worship, I heard the rustling of fabric. I looked up to see Carlo discarding his shirt, exposing his nicely-built chest decorated with several tattoos. They looked beautiful on the light-brown sugar of his skin.
He glared down at me. “I want you to suck my dick.” With that, he pulled his shorts down, allowing a large brown cock to flop out. I scrambled up to meet it, hungrily sucking it into my mouth. It was already pretty hard, but it stiffened to full power almost instantly as I sucked the fat head.
“Yeah, you faggots like that,” he growled. I was not his first. I mumbled affirmatively while taking more of his meat down my throat. He wrapped a hand around the back of my head and gently pushed my head onto it.
Let me tell you, he smelled amazing. I don’t think he had showered from the previous night, and he had that sweaty musk emanating from his crotch. At the first chance, I went and began licking his round, swollen balls in order to inhale that scent more deeply.
Then Carlo surprised me. “I want to fuck you.”
I bolted upright. Like a stupid faggot, I hadn’t prepped prior to meeting up. I thought I might suck this Latino god and nothing more. In addition, my digestive system wasn’t exactly cooperating. I began begging off his plan to fuck me, but he only became more insistent.
Finally, he had enough. “Faggot, take off your clothes,” he ordered firmly. Game over.
I took off my clothes glumly like I was preparing for the gas chamber and tossed them onto the fireplace. Then Carlo took me by the arm and led me upstairs to the bedroom.
Unlike the lower level, the bedroom still had most of its furniture intact. Carlo placed a hand on my back and pushed me face-first onto the bed. I remained still, breathing heavily out of fear of what could happen. I heard him pump lube and slather it on his cock. Then he swiped some over my hole.
Carlos placed his hands firmly on my hips and yanked me toward him so that my ass was draped over the edge of the bed. I lifted my ass to meet him. Then I felt him push his cock in slowly, the lips of my ass stretching around it.
He began to fuck me hard. I could hear him grunting with almost every thrust. It felt amazing, truly, but I was distracted. I was feeling something churning in my bowels.
The pressure and pushing were becoming too obvious to ignore. I began to crawl forward away from him, but Carlo grabbed me and held me in place. He was getting close.
Then it happened. I felt a wetness on my legs. Then light splattering. I WAS SHITTING ON THIS ALPHA! Incredibly, Carlo was undeterred. He kept pounding my ass, each thrust accompanied by a wet thwap! My mind went elsewhere. Like any moment of trauma, the only defense is to divorce yourself from what is happening with your body.
Carlo finally stopped and pulled out. I slowly turned around. Carlo was panting and sweaty, his cock and lower torso covered with my diarrhea. The smell was beyond description.
“I … I’m so sorry Sir …” I whispered.
“I’m going to take a shower,” said Carlo in a no-nonsense tone, “clean yourself up in the bathroom downstairs.”
I turned toward the bedroom door. “And don’t leave,” he added.
I stumbled down the stairs in a daze. I went into the small downstairs bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like crying. I solemnly cleaned myself as best as I could.
I went into the living room and quickly dressed. I could hear Carlo finishing his shower. I was tempted to leave, but I obeyed his order to stay.
Eventually, Carlo came downstairs in just a towel. “I thought you might leave,” he said, almost smirking. My eyes were cast downward. “No, Sir, you told me to stay.”
We talked idly for a few minutes as I slowly slunk toward the door. Then, as I was leaving, he said, “I’ll call you.” I nodded and left.
I didn’t think he would ever call me again, but he did! I never answered any of the calls or returned them. I just couldn’t face him after that.
Is there a lesson that can come from this awful story? Maybe a couple:
1. Always be prepared when meeting with an Alpha.
2. Never judge the sexual interests of a Man. You never know what he might like or want.
3. Shit happens.
Carlo fuck me scat shit true story
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The following post is part of a thread following a 30-year-old Italian Alpha named Francesco who is living in America with a 19-year-old faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Master Francesco has been a breath of fresh air on the site very recently. I love dealing with established Alpha Masters who fully invest in faggot ownership and training the way he does!
Recently Master Francesco asked a question about how his faggot was struggling to handle his diet designed to help his pussy be quite clean for fucking at any time. Multiple faggots asked me if I knew anything about that diet plan (which I didn’t … I barely knew HIM!), so I reached out to Master Francesco to see if he’d be willing to share his guidance with the many fags here.
Fortunately he was willing, because the diet plan he lays out is absolutely excellent. I know a little something about nutrition (primarily because I’m a faggot and I want to be clean), and quite a few things I incorporate in my diet are items Master Francesco expects!
Check it out:
Hi, this is Francesco again. I just saw your answer to my last message and, as you requested, I will share a complete diet for faggots. In general, I am not strict about how my faggots must behave, talk, live, or dress. But I am really strict about their diet. I had a sub boyfriend for 8 years and he wouldn’t eat one cookie without asking for my permission first. My current boy is much younger and way less obedient, so I’ve been struggling with him, but anyway, let’s go to the diet, boys:
MASTER FRANCESCO’S DIET FOR GOOD FAGGOTS
In the morning:
a) fiber gummies with vitamins every day and drink 700ml of fresh water. I also recommend to squeeze a lemon with the water and drink it before having breakfast to protect the fag’s body from free radicals. For those in America, you can easily find the gummies at CVS or any similar pharmacy;
b) breakfast: avoid too much bread, potatoes, or bacon. What I tell my boys to eat is: oatmeal with blueberries and blackberries, mixed with 1 spoonful of chia seeds. The boy can add 1 spoonful of peanut butter without sugar for flavor, if he wants. Then 2 boiled eggs with little salt and pepper.
c) between breakfast and lunch, the boy must drink at least 1 liter of water.
In the afternoon:
a) lunch: baked potatoes with salt and pepper (french fries are only allowed once a week), green leaves (spinach, lettuce, arugula, etc), 1 tomato, 1 small cucumber. As a protein, the boy can bake tilapia, salmon, or chicken breast in the oven with garlic, onions, pepper, and salt. It’s also important to only use extra virgin olive oil for dressing;
b) if the boys wants a dessert or a snack, he should have an apple or an orange. Chocolate or any highly processed sweet is allowed twice a month.
c) between lunch and dinner, the boy must drink 1 liter of water.
At night:
a) dinner: salad of grains (garbanzo beans, corn, and peas), brown rice (white rice should be avoided), salad (the boy can use the leftovers from lunch), and fish. If the boy wants to have chicken for lunch, dinner should ideally be fish, because fish digests much faster than chicken, so the boy’s hole will likely be ready for fucking a few hours after having dinner. Also, if the fag knows that his Man wants to fuck him, the boy should never skip too many meals, but I recommend the boy to have just grains, salad, and rice for dinner.
b) Before going to bed, the boy must also drink 1 more liter of water.
Important observation: Drinking at least 3 liters of water is fundamental for any good boy who wants to be a nice bottom for his Man. Water makes digestion much easier, besides making the boy’s skin look prettier. If the boy follows this diet without drinking enough water, his hole will not be properly ready at night for fucking.
I hope this diet helps you and your audience, Sam. I love talking about food and it’s a pleasure for me to share it with you.
But do you know what is funny? My ex-boyfriend was Italian and all the Italian, Swiss, and French fags I’ve fucked in the past would followed my orders with very little complaint. However, as you already know, my current fag is giving me a tough time, and he is not the first American fag to refuse to follow my diet. I am currently working on an American version of this diet, less restrictive because I don’t wanna force anything into my boy. If this is too hard for American fags to follow, I will develop another version of it (including some McDonald’s and KFC lol), because now that I’m single again I wanna explore more American fags, and eventually own a handful of them. Although cooking is traditionally a female/fag duty, I personally like to cook for my boys to make sure I will have full control of what they put inside their bodies.
I’m not a fag and I’m not American, so I have no clue. But you Sam are both American and a fag, so you can tell me if this diet sounds too restrictive for your people. In any case, I guarantee that if any boy follows my rules his hole will be always ready, and his Man will be really satisfied.
We’ll stay in touch, Sam. Let’s see how my new American fag will behave from now on.
As I said at the outset, Master Francesco’s diet is remarkably pure and (how else can I put this?) European. It’s no secret that Europe’s standards for food are higher than America’s in every single respect. That’s doubly true of Italy (Master’s home country), a veritable food paradise. In Europe, even “fatty” foods are fine because they are made with pure ingredients and completely lacking in the processed garbage found in an American counterpart.
I think every faggot should try their best to adhere to this magnificent diet. Not only will it assure a clean pussy for every Alpha that wants to use it, but it will also help faggots maintain their weight (or help chubbier fags to get into shape). That is especially true of the little faggot currently owned by Master Francesco himself! How awesome it is to have a great Alpha King use his mind and his insight (as well as his time) to craft such a guide for faggots everywhere!
Thank you, Master Francesco!
[RELATED NOTE: I’ve found a post from FWA entitled “Into The Shit” that I wrote about an unfortunate and embarrassing encounter I had when I wasn’t taking good and regular care of my diet. I’m going to publish it immediately so this post and that one can be linked together. – sam the faggot]
