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!
I dearly love my brother Giovanni, the personal faggot of God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He and Fabien are two of the greatest mentor faggots I’ve ever featured on this site, and it’s been a privilege of mine to call both of them my brothers. Giovanni is so special because he’s overcome so many obstacles in order to find fulfillment at the feet of the the most extraordinary Master Lorenzo, an Alpha who makes impossible things possible.
Through all of the changes that have occurred in their lives, Master Lorenzo has always protected sweet little Giovanni, caring for him in a way so tender that it sometimes surprises even me. It’s clear from Master Lorenzo’s example that God Alphas can be loving toward their faggots. It’s an example I refer to often in the face of the cruel brutality pretenders heap on faggots everywhere.
The latest example of Master Lorenzo’s tenderness toward Giovanni comes with this latest update from my brother:
Hello brother Sam!!!
How are you? This is your little brother Gio again. Our King Lorenzo did something very sweet again…
A few weeks ago I started to feel a lot of pain inside my pussy, I talked to my King and he opened my ass, looked at it, and said that nothing looked wrong, but he would do something about it. He scheduled an appointment with a doctor and went with me. The doctor examined my hole and she said that I had two anal fissures and omg Sam, I was soooo sad! I felt like a failure as a faggot and a boyfriend to my King. But as always, my King did all the talking with the doctor and she explained what I needed to do: drink a lot of water, eat a lot of fibers, use a healing ointment, and TWO WEEKS WITHOUT ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
My King thanked the doctor, paid for the appointment, bought all the products I needed, and we went back home. As soon as he closed the door I started to cry A LOT, which now looks very silly but at that moment I felt like a failure. If I am a hole for my Master and King, what would I do without my pussy to please him? Lorenzo kissed me, put me in his arms, we had dinner together, took a shower together, and he put the healing ointment in my pussy with his own hands. I felt so loved and so calm in his arms, and of course gave him a great blowjob to show him how much I love him. I swallowed his precious load, and he told me that I was a special boy and that he was not upset at all. He repeated many times that it was all good and that he would take care of me.
On the following morning, Lorenzo texted our group chat with Mario and Rafa, told them to come to our place. Mario is the “official boyfriend”, while Rafa and I are the faggots, so Lorenzo explained what happened and told them that I would not be able to take his cock for a few weeks until I healed completely. He sent Rafa and I to the kitchen to cook for all of us, and then took Mario to his bedroom. He left the door open on purpose so while we were cooking I could hear Mario’s screams, moaning super loud while Lorenzo was banging him. When he finished inside his pussy, I entered the room, and told them that the food was almost ready. I wanted to be kind so I asked Mario if there was anything he wanted. But he said, “no, I’m alright, I guess I will never have the little problem you have”, meaning that he would not have an anal fissure because he had an actual pussy to please Lorenzo. I did not like his joke at all, but Master Lorenzo looked at Mario with an angry face and said “apologize now, Gio is dealing with a lot of things right now and I will not accept this kind of rude comments in my house”. Mario apologized, told me that he was just joking and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then Lorenzo held my hand and said “you know what, baby? I was going to fuck just Mario’s pussy because it’s much easier that preparing his ass, but after this rude comment he made about you, I will fuck his ass tonight just to remind him of his place”
And he did it! After dinner, Rafael asked if my Master wanted a blowjob (my poor brother was craving Master’s cock!). Then Lorenzo brought all of us to the bedroom, told Rafael to suck his cock, and told Mario that he wanted his ass. Mario tried to convince Master to fuck his pussy, not his ass, but Lorenzo said that he really wanted to fuck some ass and Mario accepted his fate. Oh Sam, it was sooo amazing to see my Master putting Mario in his place! He put Mario with his ass up in bed, then put all his weight on Mario and went inside his ass. Then Lorenzo said the sexiest thing ever!! “you think you’re much better than my boys because you have an extra hole, right? but look at you now, you’re taking my cock just like they do” Mario didn’t even answer, he was just moaning louder and louder and after banging him like that for a while, Lorenzo announced that he would cum. He shot his load, looked Mario in his eyes and said “two holes full of my seed now”. Rafa needed to go back home, so he kissed our Master’s feet and left. Mario stayed with us, and the three of us slept together in the bed.
Mario has some weird attitudes with me sometimes, but he is a good person, we just need to understand each other and our roles in Lorenzo’s life.
That’s it Sam! I think next week I will be able to please my Master again and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me!! Love you, brother!
I mean, have you ever heard of such gentle and loving care shown to a faggot by an Alpha before? It’s too rare, honestly. It takes almost nothing for an Alpha to do it, but it means THE WORLD to the faggot!
It really broke my heart to hear that Giovanni was so upset over this diagnosis. His tears really show how badly Gio wants to please his Master at all times! Unfortunately, these kinds of things happen to faggots, particularly when dealing with extra large Alpha cocks like Master Lorenzo’s.
But Giovanni never needs to fear. Like a Man happily watching his beloved puppy play, Master Lorenzo watches over Gio with utter delight. Their bond could never be ruined by a temporary setback! Master Lorenzo cherishes Giovanni’s deep love, respect, and worship. It’s never going to change.
I’m so grateful that I have been able to be a part of their beautiful relationship. They both inspire me beyond words!
Thank you, Master Lorenzo, and my baby brother Gio!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When you’re a young, straight, hyper-intelligent God Alpha who looks exactly like Tom Holland of Spider-Man fame, life becomes ridiculously easy. Just ask Master Anthony, because he is exactly everything I just described. Money flows to him like tribute. Females flock to him just to smell his pheromones and offer him every hole on their bodies. Males jockey with each other just to gain his favor and approval.
Master Anthony knew all of that before the day he truly understood that nature also made faggots to serve him like the God Alpha he is. Then the seemingly-endless possibilities of his superior life became impossibly infinite. He realized, in an instant, that literally everything belonged to him.
With that realization came the deep understanding that he could take anyone he wanted at any time, shape them into whatever he desired, and completely own them. That’s a tectonic shift in a young Alpha’s thinking, one that few males will ever know. Only him.
To that end, you might remember the most recent update from Master Anthony involving his seduction of his college teacher Daniel (CLICK HERE for that). I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, of course, but what eventually transpired went far beyond what I imagined.
Here’s Master Anthony’s update:
I’m sure you’d like to know how things went with Daniel lately, eh faggot? 😉 That’s a good moment, for there has been a huge development today! 😀
On Monday last week, Daniel arrived late to class when we were all there. Throughout the lesson, I could see that he was a little nervous and was carefully avoiding looking at me. Well, he couldn’t help but glance at my feet in white socks resting on the chair in front of me! But I could tell he was still embarrassed about the last time when I made him lace up my boots in the street. At the end of class, he quickly packed up his things and left right away, before I could go and say a word to him.
The prey was trying to escape me. So I sent an email to lure him back. I decided to invite him to my place: my instinct told me that he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to be alone with me at home! I wrote him:
“Hey Daniel,
Well done on today’s class, once again it was very interesting! I would have loved to speak with you in more depth about this week’s text and the rest of the syllabus. But you left very quickly. I hope everything is okay? If you have a problem, let me know!
Are you free in the next few days, like this Thursday evening? I’d like to invite you over to my place to chat! I live not far from the uni! My roommate is coming home late that day, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. Let me know!
Keep the good work!
Your favorite and best student
Anthony Dolivet”
He answered the next morning.
“Mr Dolivet,
Thank you very much for your kind comments and your concern. I’m fine, sorry for leaving so quickly, i was just in a hurry!
And thank you for the invite! I’d be glad to visit my best student this Thursday evening. Just let me know exactly where and when you’d like me to come and I’ll be there.
Respectfully,
Daniel”
I smiled when I read this. I guessed that he must have spent the evening and night worrying and wondering what to do, but his servile instinct and desire to please me won out! And two days later, he rang my doorbell right on time, just as I had told him to!
I opened the door, sweaty in my black tank top, because I had been doing some working out. I immediately noticed his flustered state, the look of wonder that flashed across his eyes. I scratched my neck and saw his gaze drawn to my hairy, sweaty armpit.
“You’re here just in time! I need to rest! Let’s hang out and relax! Hey, I’m not stinking too bad, am I?” I moved my armpit closer to him, but he didn’t move and stammered, “No, no, it’s okay.” I giggled and went to slump down in my cozy armchair. I said, “Do you want anything? I’d like a beer and a foot massage! There are beers in the fridge,” and I gestured toward the kitchen. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, then understood the implicit order. He rushed into the kitchen, came back with a bottle of beer, which he respectfully handed to me, and sat down on the sofa opposite me, where I had indicated.
We started chatting, first about classes, then I asked him about his life and background. He didn’t seem to have realized yet that he had implicitly agreed to massage my feet by going to fetch me a beer, because he didn’t react immediately when I placed my left foot, in a white sock, on his lap. But all it took was a snap of my fingers and a nod from me for him to start rubbing it absentmindedly while continuing to talk. We went on like this for quite a while, and when I switched feet, he resumed massaging the other one without hesitation!
Later, Fabien came back to the apartment. I sat up and said, “It’s already so late! Fabien, say hello to Daniel. Daniel, this is my roommate Fabien.” Daniel jumped up, grabbed his things, and mumbled, “I have to go, I’m expected elsewhere…” I replied, “Are you sure? No problem! It was great having you here! See you soon, OK?” He left a little hastily.
Flashforward to today. I couldn’t wait to see Daniel again and to increase my dominance. I was thinking of what I should do next. During class, I found him very unsettled, but he didn’t avoid my gaze; quite the contrary, he often glanced at me, looking a little anxious. At the end of class, he came up to me while I was gathering my things. “Mr. Dolivet, can I talk to you, er … in private?” “Of course, Dan!”
I followed him as he led me to his small office. Very nervous, he closed the door after checking that no one was around. We were face to face and alone. He was clearly very nervous. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze evasive and his hands shaking. I smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Then he knelt down. Looking me in the eyes, he said, “Thank you, Master, for opening my eyes to my place and my destiny. You are a Superior Man, and I owe you respect, obedience, and loyalty. I ask your forgiveness for taking so long to understand this, and I am yours to command for whatever you wish.”
I was BEAMING! I said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glanced down at my feet. He muttered, “Sorry” and rushed to kiss the tips of each of my boots. “Such a good boy!” I grinned and I said “I knew I would break you. You were fun to chase, you will be fun to dominate. What finally made you see the truth?”
“I get in touch with with your roomate, Master, er … your house slave Fabien. He helped me to understand.” I shook my head, delighted. “Of course. My dear Fab. I was sure of it. Such a good boy. I see a lot of him in you. You’re going to be a great slave.” So I took out my cock and fucked his throat, deep and hard. He had a tough time, choking once or twice. I left him with his face and hair covered in cum, saying, “I’ve got to go! See you next time, slave! Keep ready to obey!”
This is gonna be so fun! 😀 I love to be a GOD! When my good boy Fabien comes home tonight, I’ll have him tell me what he did with Daniel, I’d love to know!
What a masterpiece of mental and physical domination! For instance, notice how Master Anthony calls his teacher “Daniel” while the teacher calls him “Mr. Dolivet”. That is very subtle signaling that only the subconscious might recognize. I also love how Master Anthony allows faggots to come to the inevitable conclusion that they are born to serve. He allows them time to accept the inevitability of their fate as his eventual property. He’s like a lion leisurely stalking an elk, knowing that eventually he’s going to feast!
However, as Master Anthony suggests at the end of his letter, his personal faggot Fabien had something to do with Daniel’s sudden acceptance of his faghood (unsurprising, really!).
So a day later I received this giddy update from my brother Fabien. Just listen to his behind-the-scenes shenanigans:
My dear beloved brother !
My Master Anthony wants me to explain to you (and him) how it went between me and his newest slave Daniel. When Daniel was home last Thursday, he left when I arrived to the flat. But when I opened the door for him, while Anthony was checking some stuff in his room, Daniel whispered something to me. Looking quite nervous, he asked me how long I had been Anthony’s roommate. I told him a year and a half, and he asked if he could contact me to talk. I said yes, of course, gave him my number, and he left in a hurry. Last Saturday, at Daniel’s invitation I went to see him at his own apartment, which is not very far from where we live (I mean, from Anthony’s place, where I live). Anthony was spending the week-end with his bros and I had some time.
Of course by then I knew what was going on. My Master had given me a few glimpses of what was happening with his teacher, and I read your wonderful article on the subject. I had a pretty good idea what Daniel wanted to talk to me about. He thanked me for giving him my time, told me he had noticed that I was about his age (actually even a little older) and that he would like to talk about his young student, with whom I was living, to get to know him better if possible, because certain things were troubling him.
As you can guess, I gave him a straight answer. “What you must understand is that Anthony is not my roommate. He is my Master and I am his slave. Because he’s a superior Alpha Man and I’m an inferior male who’s destined to serve and worship him. And I think you are, too. And I think you know it.”
Not surprisingly, he was flabbergasted by my frankness. He stammered some protests and I tried to calm him down. I placed my hand on his and explained to him the truth of Hierarchy as best as I could. I told him that everything he had been feeling and doing for weeks, his burning desire to obey Anthony and please him, was revealing his true nature as a slave. I pointed out to him that he was already debasing himself and bending over backwards just to be in Anthony’s good graces. And I went on. “Listen, I know it’s hard to accept your inferiority. You and I, we are both smart and brave and talented. And at some point, we certainly dreamed of another life. But we have to accept who we are: we are natural-born slaves. Our destiny is to grovel and worship and obey our betters. To serve a Man like Anthony. And believe me, we are lucky to have find a superior like him!”
He was still shocked and very nervous. I could see him looking around, even shaking. But I remained as calm and firm as I could. “Some Men are just better. That is an obvious fact. Anthony is one of them. These Alpha Men will get everything they want in life, they will get all the success, wealth, glory, fun and sex. You and I, we are programmed by nature to serve them. To make sure they enjoy their life at the fullest. We must be at their beck and call. That is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You can either embrace who you are and be as happy as possible, or deny yourself any chance of fulfillment..”
He was starting to cry. I carried on with what I was saying. “I want you to think about your life ahead of you. You will never marry, you will never father a child, you will never lead. But you will teach young adults and, among them, young Alpha Men and you will help them reach their greatest potential. And if you’re lucky, some of them will command you other services and you’ll have opportunities to worship them. Right now, Anthony wants you to serve him. And that’s a blessing! You have the opportunity and the privilege to be a part of the life of a wonderful young God Alpha Master!
Daniel was still shaking and crying. He muttered “Are you really sure?” I told him: “Repeat after me, OK? I am a slave.” He said it. “I exist to serve Superior Men.” He said it. “Good. Once again. Go on.” After the tenth time, he spoke with a strong and confident voice, despite his trembling and tears. “I AM A SLAVE. I EXIST TO SERVE SUPERIOR MEN.” Then I gave him a big hug. “From now on, you are my brother. You can always count on me. We inferiors must stick together to survive in this world run by Alphas. We must support each other to please them if we want to survive at their feet!”
Daniel muttered: “What must I do, now?” I explained to him what he should do next time he sees Anthony. I told him he should submit to his Master, kneel down, kiss his feet, then thank him for opening his eyes and apologize for not submitting sooner. “I can’t do that” he said weakly. “Yes you can. I’m sure you can, brother. Be brave!”
I could see he was still struggling with the idea. I put my hand on his shoulder and said to him: “My brother, search your heart and seek the truth. You know you want to submit to Anthony. You want it with all your slave soul. Do it, and I promise you will be fulfilled.”
You can only imagine how happy I was this Monday, when Daniel texted me to inform me of what happened in his office with my Master. I replied to him with this message: “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! Welcome at Anthony’s feet! Love you, brother! Let’ stay in touch and serve our Master to the best! I’m here for you if you need any help, OK?” Next thing, I’m gonna introduce him to the slave Charter I wrote. And see with him and other faggots of the Alpha Pack how to make Anthony’s life always better and better!
My Master Anthony, since you are reading this : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THE AMAZING GOD YOU ARE! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY INFERIOR SLAVE HEART! I AM YOURS FOREVER! I ADORE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS!
And thank YOU my brother for your constant help and support!
Lots of love,
Fab the fag
I’m not even sure which is more extraordinary, Master Anthony’s command of Daniel or Fabien’s magnificent, on-the-spot training of Daniel!
Fabien’s logical reasoning of hierarchical truth forced Daniel to confront his own purpose with a clarity that rivals the greatest “mentor faggots” within the faggot hierarchy!
In fact, that’s what I really want to emphasize here: Fabien is now, in my eyes, a true mentor faggot! It’s the highest honor any faggot can hope to achieve, but Fabien has earned it through his faithfulness, his honesty, his willingness to share, and his enthusiasm in helping other faggots who are struggling or out of line. He teaches others in word and deed. He gives of himself to the point of exhaustion.
I’m so utterly proud of both Master Anthony and his treasured faggot, Fabien! They are the quintessential example of how the Alpha/faggot dynamic is meant to work. I feel so blessed to know them both and share their extraordinary story with the world!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Within the hierarchical movement there is a general focus on the fact that Alphas are dominant, worshiped, and served by faggots as almost slave-like properties.
But faggots are not like a car or a house or any other significant responsibility in an Alpha’s life. A faggot is a human being with feelings, hopes, desires, and dreams. True, those mostly revolve around its Owner, but still such tireless and constant devotion can touch its Master’s heart.
Sometimes, a Master even comes to love his faggot.
This is why I’ve always insisted that Alphas (straight or gay) who own faggots always become more powerful than their non-owning Alpha counterparts. It’s the engagement of emotions that causes a deepening appreciation within an Alpha of the true nature of his power.
The power of transformation.
This site has been a part of at least six weddings between Alphas and their personal faggots (a couple of them have been straight Alphas, too!), so I can speak with some authority on this. Every one of those Alphas I consider to be among the most powerful Alphas I’ve ever encountered, and much of that comes down to what they learned about themselves through owning and eventually marrying their faggots. They start to realize that their power transcends themselves and goes much deeper than simply telling a faggot to retrieve a beer or suck a dick. Instead, they’re tapping into the very power at the heart of the hierarchical framework, the essential building blocks of everything we are as a society led by males. It’s a heady but transformational moment for both the Alpha and his faggot!
I say all of that as a preface to the news Master Alex unloaded on me in the second part of his update: he married his personal faggot!
Here’s the story:
As I stated, much time has passed. And life has changed too. Recall the military faggot that I’ve made into my house-slave and fuck toy. His position has changed somewhat. That doesn’t mean he isn’t my faggot. But I have since married him and turned him into my husbitch. My military, butch, almost hypermasculine giant, is now my husband, my partner for life. His loyalty and worship of me has only gotten more intense, now filled with devotion and love. Our marriage was typical, except for the fact I had fucked and bred him just a couple hours before we signed the register. I could tell his wide cunt was desperately trying to clench my load before it wet his dress-pants, and his expression was still a bit dazed with that left-over bliss I fuck him into.
You may ask how it happened. Charles, I’ll say his name. In a moment of vulnerability, he learnt that one of his brother-in-arms had passed. This is a man who has withstood my hardest power-fucks, been used as my punching bag. Left broken, dazed, limp, spasming, blacked out after I am done with him. And has never once shed a tear. Charles broke down from learning about his comrade’s death. Crawled and sobbed into my feet, saying how much his friend mattered to him. This was my first time seeing him so vulnerable, such a massive and testosterone-filled man losing himself in grief. And something clicked in me. I pulled him into a hug, which I have never done, and let him cry out his emotions into my chest.
That was the start, faggot. I told Charles to take time for himself to let the grief pass. He refused, saying he took pride in being my permanent house-fag, and that no other fag knew how to please and serve me like he did. I pushed back, saying he was not clear-headed, and needed his own time. That he knew I could have another fag in a snap of some fingers to temporarily take over his roles. It wasn’t even a week when he returned, almost throwing himself at my feet, kissing them, worshipping my muscles even as another fag sucked my cock. Charles looked up at me, with the most clarity in his eyes I’ve seen, and said simply, “I’m yours.” Said that over the week as he attended the funeral and grieved, even through his emotions, he couldn’t stop thinking about me in his life, that he knew his worship and submission to me had grown more. That his place belonged with me, to me.
The fags that served me in that week served well, but there was something missing. I think over the years I’ve had Charles, a bond formed. This titan faggot had wormed his way into my heart, and clearly mine was dominating his whole heart. We talked for what was likely the first proper time as man to man, not as Alpha to faggot. Talked about our future together, how it would look like. He knew my dominance was not enough to be sated by him alone, and said it was only right I fuck and use other muscled holes. How my ownership of him would not change, that it even deepened. That night, I forgot how many times I fucked him. Bred him. Mounted him. I was uncontrolled for the first time in a long while. I remember standing over him with his stretched limp legs on either side of his body, his puffed cunt lips gaping, my cum flowing out. His body and face smothered in hickies and bite marks, layered with streaks of my cum, his mouth loose and eyes completely rolled up. My cock felt more giant and heavy than ever. Charles never looked more handsome to me. My own personal, bitched out, faggot husband. Mine.
There have been changes since my marriage in my perception of my Alphahood, and I think it’s only gotten more powerful. One example is that I am more aware of what exactly drives my faggots and sluts into a convulsive state of faggot bliss. I am still brutal, aggressive, however I feel that I am now dominating with much greater and sharper intent and purpose. My weapon of a cock has only felt even more mighty and overpowering, and my circle of muscled faggots have almost all said that they feel so much more better used, one even used the term ‘thunderous’. It makes me more proud of myself, that being married to my husbitch muscle slut is somehow still lifting my alphahood even higher. I still see myself as bi, as I still love to fuck girls when I can, but there’s so much more there when I’m fucking and crushing Charles within an inch of his life, and him still wanting more. I often dream of knocking him up, and wishing he could carry my sons like the bitch he truly is.
Charles is currently sliding his swollen lips up and down my cock, moaning and whimpering and stroking the few inches he’s not able to suck. It’s the perfect relaxed night here, with his gulping, slurping and gagging the background music to our life. We sometimes go on dates, and I always get a kick from people seeing us hold hands and more than likely assuming that he’s the one in control. I like to tease him about it too.
I want to know your thoughts on this, Sam. This transformation of not just my live-in faggot into my husbitch, but also my own transformation as an Alpha. Do you believe this is a path other Alphas should consider? Or do you think other Alphas would consider me marrying a faggot to be a weakness?
I’m so happy for Master Alex and his fag wife Charles!
This transformation truly reminds me of straight Master G marrying his longtime muscle fag Jamie, or straight Master Dino marrying his faithful fag wife Jamie. These were straight Alphas caught in the matrix of societal expectations, but they broke free through ownership of faggots and found a deeper power within themselves that they never knew existed.
Do I think this is a path other Alphas should consider? ABSOLUTELY! But will they?
Most of them won’t.
But that’s okay. There are ultimately very few God Alphas at the top, and it’s reserved for the deepest and most powerful Alphas to occupy! Master Alex continues to ascend thanks to his willingness to feel and grow and fully experience everything at his disposal!
If we are willing, there are infinite hierarchical experiences available to teach us about our truth!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a very long time (April, 2025) since we last heard from Master Alex, an Asian God Alpha who, like Master Jase, destroys the stupid stereotype of Asian Men being tiny-dicked fags. Like Master Jase, Master Alex is armed with a very big dick, short, muscular physique, and an Alpha rage inferno burning inside him.
Like any true, natural-born God Alpha, Master Alex owns a large stable of on-call faggots and one live-in fag to serve as his daily cumdump and domestic. He runs his own housing business, and he’s successful in every aspect of his blessed life.
It’s always critical to listen and learn when a God Alpha like him chooses to tell the story of how he discovered and developed this great power within himself. Interestingly, Master Alex’s story hinges on a critical mentorship with an older, straight Alpha:
Fag,
Much time has passed since my last message to you. I have been busy working, training, gyming, rutting and breeding. Always getting stronger, always getting more dominant. I will split my reply to you into two parts, you will see why. And no, it is not because I love to also split muscle glutes in half.
I work in housing investment and sales. I only just returned from a five day conference. Within twenty minutes of checking in at the resort, I had a hotel guest on his back, legs on my shoulders, ripping into his muscle ass.There was an endless amount of men I met at the resort gym, bar, sauna, pools, and lounges. All those men whose pussies I gaped and reshaped. A hulking closeted married man also attended the conference, and I made him my regular bitch fag for the whole week. It was so easy to mark him from the first greeting. Took nothing more than a gym and massage session before I had his tree-trunk legs on my shoulders. I fucked and bred him no less than five times a day; you should have seen the fag’s face of bliss when I was finally ten inches balls deep in his ruined cunt. In meetings I deliberately sat next to him, fingering his sore, cum filled cunt, and he would moan and even assgasm from just being fingered. I spent an extra day mercilessly cunting him nonstop. When he was blacked out and wasted, I would fuck and fag out other men until he recovered. The married fag now knows his place, and guaranteed he can’t stop craving being fucked, dominated, and bred by a smaller muscled man.
My favored circle of faggots are twelve powerful, virile, studly men. No one would expect such commanding masculine jocked up males to be owned and conquered faggots in service to an even more powerful Asian male. All of them would be ready at a moment’s notice, a jacked up bitch presenting his holes or crawling to me, ready to serve and to be used. They come from all walks of life; of some of the twelve fags are a CEO, a popular athlete, a construction foreman, a bouncer, a tax agent, a boxing coach, high school captains, the list goes on. I was always aware I was different. I was stronger, faster, smarter, and superior to my peers. I was not bigger, but I felt bigger. My cock dwarfed other boys when we cock-pared. I taunted those boys and used their awe and disbelief to fuck and use their mouths and holes. I caught the attention of girls, even those already with boyfriends, and fucked them far better than their useless boys could. You could say I was cocky and arrogant and a rough, unpolished gem of an Alpha. My father and older brother were not the role models I needed; I was dominating out of pure instinct.
My friend’s father at a parent-supervised pool party saw how I interacted with an older fag jock of mine. Especially when I took the older fag away and fucked him for an hour before coming back to the pool party. He took me aside and spoke to me as an alpha to alpha, telling me how I would be destroying all the good will of my fags if I was an abusive dominant. He maintained he was straight and used faggots only to control. I have no doubt my friend knew something was up when his dad and I would go on trips just by ourselves for him to guide me, but he wasn’t an alpha and didn’t need to know. I was 17 when he and I both sensed I had outgrew him in dominance. He was the one that taught me that brutality is not the same as being abusive. When he saw me use a graduated senior stud slut, I saw how his eyes started to focus on me more than the action. How his mouth started to go agape and how he squirmed watching me. When we locked eyes, there was no doubt he knew too that I would eventually fuck and own him.
And I did. I took his mouth. Gagged and choked him. Made him pant and breathless. Smeared his face in layers of pre, spit, tears and cum. I took his ass. Transformed it into my pussy. Reshaped it inch by inch to form around my superior cock. He tells me he found his place the day he finally took my whole cock, punching through his second hole, cunting him anew, my foot on his face. I still regularly fuck him when I’m in the area. He would flail uselessly on my cock like a ragdoll from my ever growing strength as I fuck and breed and cunt him for hours. Lie barely conscious as he weakly laps at my cock on his face. Then leaves limping and bow-legged, my massive potent loads plugged inside him with the custom butt-plug he ordered just to keep my seed inside him. Says he always feels so much better, feeling his ruined cunt faintly squeezing around the plug, feeling my warmth deep inside him. He wasn’t the first adult male to submit to me, nor was he the last while I was a teen. And that only got even better as I got into higher education and opened up a whole new world of faggots and man cunts that I could rightfully take and own.
This straight Alpha father probably didn’t know the kind of power he was unleashing into the world when he took Master Alex under his wing! Isn’t it curious how so many straight Alphas own (or have owned) faggots during their lives? Once again, true straight Alphas see only power, not sexuality. But this father saw the complete power forming in young Master Alex and reached out to guide that power away from Destroyer Alpha tendencies and toward a more productive and beneficial course.
And I’m so glad he did! Master Alex has become a formidable force for good in the training and breeding of so many faggots! The mentorship he received at a critical inflection point of his youth helped to shape him into the God Alpha he is today!
As Master Alex indicated above, his message was split into two parts. The second half of his update will be published tomorrow!
Hi Sam! I’m a fag in my late 30s living in the northeast US, and the straight alpha I’m longing to serve lives in the Midwest. I had a crush on the guy in college, but I moved on from wanting a romantic connection with him by the time we were done with school (almost 20 years ago). I found out after college that he’d been fucking guys all through college, but he was keeping it on the DL because he was concerned about hurting my feelings. I’m pretty sure he and another one of our close friends were also banging on the regular, and in retrospect, there were a few opportunities for the three of us to play that I was too chicken to pursue.
A few years ago, I brought it up, and he said, “Yeah, everyone needs a big cock up their ass sometimes.” It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I was glad that bringing it up didn’t mess with our friendship. In 2022, I visited him for a week, and he flirted with me the whole time! In front of his girlfriend (now wife), he suggested that I might want to suck a load out of his cock—she looked mildly scandalized, but I got the impression he found a woman who lets him fly his freak flag. At another point in the visit, we were in the back patio of a bar and he was telling me a story about going to a strip club with friends, and he grabbed my crotch playfully at one point to make a point. My partner (male) and I went to his wedding last year, and though we didn’t make out (like we did at a mutual friend’s wedding a few years prior), we danced together and I felt the charge still there. I also met a friend of his during that visit, who he does a naked bike ride with every year; I also felt a charge with that guy.
It’s obvious he was testing and provoking me when I visited, but at the time, I was too scared to jump on the opportunities he presented. We catch up on the phone occasionally, and the guy is still my best friend, but we don’t see each other in person very often.
I fantasize constantly about serving him and his friend, giving them my holes and my hands and my mouth, letting them dominate me and in all ways treat me like the fag I am. He and his wife might be heading my way at some point this year—do you have any suggestions about how I can find and engineer opportunities, both now and when he’s here, to communicate my eagerness to please without going overboard? I feel confident that our friendship can withstand some stretching of the boundaries that have been there for close to two decades, but I get the feeling the onus is on me to make the next move. What do you think?
Thank you for the question!
Your situation is incredibly disappointing, You’ve had TWO DECADES of this straight Alpha signaling that he wants to use you, and you’ve pushed him back or stalled out of fear. What else needs to happen? Does he need to hire a sky-writer to write “SUCK MY DICK” in the air? Maybe take out a full-page ad in a newspaper?? It makes no sense.
Now here we are and you’re asking me what to do to encourage him to use you. It’s crazy. I literally think you just need to get up enough courage to kneel before him and apologize for not being brave enough to submit to him. Better yet, copy my “Letter To An Alpha” (link in the right sidebar) and send it to him. See what he says.
Look, I’m not trying to hurt you … but you need to understand how insane it is that you’ve been this constipated all of these years while this Alpha has been practically demanding service from you. There are so many faggots who would KILL to have such an opportunity handed over to them on a platter.
You’ve done the exact wrong things with this Alpha to this point. Time to start doing the right things before it’s too late. Shit or get off the pot!
Society continues to strongly discourage fraternity hazing on college campuses in America, and I understand why. The practice is often dangerous, and has led to the death of students from time to time.
But so does walking across the street.
Here’s what society doesn’t understand: hierarchy drives these young Alphas to continue the practice of hazing, and therefore that practice isn’t going to stop anytime soon. These young Alphas are instinctually driven to do this.
This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I love hearing stories from faggots who discover their true purpose and immediately and fearlessly take action to offer themselves. It’s something I’ve always taught, and a mantra I’ve lived by throughout my own journey as a faggot.
It’s a fairly simple philosophy, but it’s sad how many faggots fail at it.
One faggot I can say has NOT failed to fulfill it is young fag Prath. In my dealing with him, Prath has proven himself to be a conscientious student, always seeking advice and acting immediately on it.
It’s no wonder he’s had such great success in his short life!
It’s been a while since I last heard from Prath, but he reached out to me to tell me about a new experience.:
You know what it’s not very common in our country but still many people are aware about hierarchy, dominant relationship etc about the lifestyle. I have joined a gym last month and its a big franchise kind where many elite people generally comes.
As been into lifestyle I feel turn on and submissive after watching such hot gym masters around me and there I came across guy(master). He is younger to me which is a big turn on and then with a great masculine body. If it would have been before I couldn’t approached him but now after serving doms I did approach him without waiting for days.
You know what I met him in the locker room and it was him and me alone at that time. And without telling him anything I bent down on my knees so that he will understand some dynamics
I was curious and scared but at the same time with hard urge i did that and he literally laughed at me and took me towards his car after gym for the talk.
No brother it was not just a talk but he asked me more about the dynamics what I was looking by getting on my knees right there and then he made me lick his sweaty armpits while talking. And took me to his home where he was staying alone and I was shocked after seeing such a luxurious lifestyle he is living in such an age.
Oh brother he said, I want to take a look how determined you are to become my “pet” so he gave me a task to clean his house in presence of his female maid just in the boxers. I was reluctant first but then I did it and his maid was laughing continuously while he was ordering me to do this and that. I cleaned all his house, I set his clothes, his weights and made him a break fast. Only then he took a notice and asked me to pay or renewed for his gym membership and I did instantly..
After then while he was eating the breakfast I made he let me lick his feet clean and then he took in the kitchen where he fucked my mouth wildly and I was shocked to see his package is really great so that his stamina.. he fucked me whole day and made me cry and pained..
From then he makes me serve and support him in the gym like helping him with weights, towels anything I can in the gym.. even the daily black coffee he drinks in the gym in the morning only after I pay for him.
Yes brother and it always feels good to serve this kind of humurous, happy and playful alphas.
He is rich, playful and wild. He listen me like a lover and teach me like he is elder and this contradictory when he is younger to me.
Prath’s success as a faggot is directly tied to his bravery. When he sees an Alpha, he does things like kneel submissively regardless of the circumstances. He’s not ashamed to be a faggot; it’s simply what he is.
But here’s the key: ALPHAS RECOGNIZE FAGGOT SUBMISSION! When they see a faggot submissively kneeling before them, a primordial switch is triggered within them that makes them want to take ownership of it.
Faggot submission does that, but only when it’s done with the qualities I listed above, something Prath has become quite good at fulfilling.
I’m proud of my brother. Fags like him are the reason I’m here at all!
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!
We’ve been hearing a lot from Master Jase recently, which is fine by me. His unparalleled, clear-eyed view from the very top of hierarchy gives him the perfect pulpit from which to gift inferiors (including most Alphas) with his knowledge and experience.
In the midst of his training session with Master Jake, Master Jase decided he needed to blow off steam. You know what that means … raping a pillaging! It seems there was a “muscle orgy” arranged specifically for Master Jase by his lieutenants:
One of my alphas organised it for me to enjoy Valentine’s. He’s one of my favourites, definitely an apex alpha with the way his presence oozes masculinity in both his body and attitude. He has his own share of fags and sluts that he uses. Yet this hunky alpha loves and craves nothing more than to have his oversized muscled body folded in a pretzel while my god cock ravages his innards. There were around 4 other muscle alphas, and 20 muscle fags and sluts there. By now most of my fags and sluts and alphas have come to know one another. They all share the same addiction to my utter dominance and my cock inside them.
So that gathering sounded pretty good, certainly brimming with lots of possibilities for Master Jase to vent his always-prodigious power!
But, oddly enough, Master Jase had a deeper realization while mounting and breeding all of the muscled sex toys there with him … and it involved my latest podcast episode!
Read:
Fag. There is no update on Jake and his fag brother. I spent this weekend and Friday at a muscle orgy. Ceaseless mounting and cunting. Holes and pussies all surrendered to my powerful cock and dominance and strength for multiple hours. When I rested, I had fags at my feet sucking and worshipping up to my cock, keeping it warm, and others with their noses buried in my pits, or offering drinks and snacks. I cannot count how many fags and sluts I fucked and bred. Which rooms I fucked them in. Only that when I deemed it the end, I stood and looked over brutally cunted fags and sluts lying everywhere, their gaped ruined pussies and mouths running and leaking out my potent seed. And my god cock and body was still hard and pumped and ready for more. It is a thrill to at times lose myself to that endless feral rut of merciless mounting and breeding.
What I wanted to message you about, is that while I was relaxing and enjoying a cock servicing from, ironically, a married slut, I was listening to your podcast about your response to the discussion of straight and gay alphas.
I know that you wanted the discussion to mostly end, faggot. I want to add one caveat of mine, a thought that you might appreciate.
It was interesting to hear about how you view straight alphas who willingly use faggots sexually as ascending to godhood. That they have gone beyond their sexuality and know their calling is to receive the worship and service of anyone below them, male or female, fag or bitch.
I want to express that I feel the same way. I have preferences towards males. Masculine, strong, confident males at that.
However, I have also fucked and cunted numerous females. Transformed and broken them into delirious cock sleeves. In front of their husbands and boyfriends. They willingly spread their legs for me. The ladies understand that they are also there to serve me and my needs.
While I do not take as great pleasure with females, nor the same physical level of brutal dominating aggression I can take on a faggot as I can a female, it nonetheless is the counterpart to when straight alphas sexually use faggots. It is a sign of control. Of dominance. Of power.
I know I am a god alpha. Perhaps that is why I never thought to put these musings into words. As it comes naturally to me that any hole presented to me is mine to take.
That is my last curious note and thought that emerged as I laid back, my cock nursed and suckled on, and listening to your podcast, fag. The topic should be done and dusted as you said.
I’m not sure how to react to the idea that Master Jase is listening to the podcast while getting his dick worshiped by multiple fags. I’m humbled! That seems like an awful lot of multitasking, but Master Jase is more than capable enough to walk, chew gum, rub his belly, and rule the world!
I’m glad that Master Jase and I agree on this issue of straight Alpha owners of faggots. True, he and I tend to agree on most things because we have both experienced the truth of hierarchy for ourselves.
I thought it was revealing to hear Master Jase admit that he’s never really thought about these issues before. Honestly, why would he? He’s so busy conquering and commanding legions of inferiors that little extra time exists for such meditations. But once he was able to stop and consider it, he drew similar conclusions!
Despite the exhaustive efforts of sites like this one, the mainstream remains oblivious (even resistant) to the truth of hierarchy.
When I look at the clip above, I don’t see danger or harm. I see a young, budding Alpha walking his pet faggot in public, a showy display of youthful power.
People in general are frightened of what they don’t understand, but they’re even more frightened of what threatens their “safe” man-made order.
Sights like this ping an ancient memory of a time when “the law of the jungle” reigned supreme, a time when the strong could take from the weak without consequence while Nature smiled approvingly.
This frightens the masses, hence the hyperventilating response above.
Well, they’re going to have to get used to it. More and more young Alphas are discovering hierarchical truth online and fearlessly embracing their natural dominance.
Hierarchy is the truth. It is the First Law of Mankind. No amount of politically-correct whining will ever stop it!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.
Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.
So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.
In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.
Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!
To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.
My good sam the faggot,
I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.
First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.
I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.
Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.
But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.
As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?
But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.
There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
Daughter, sister and mother of real men
I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?
The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!
Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!
It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!
Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!
I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!
Thank you for your quick and very prompt response Brother Sam, It truly means the world to me to have you offering me advice and guiding me, your website has really helped shape my life and identity and help me (and so many others) find purpose, I cannot thank you enough. I just wanted to write quickly to update you that I will do exactly as you said, I will have dinner ready by 5pm, over by 7 at the latest, a conversation during the movie about alphahood and serving him and I will offer to massage his feet -that was such a great idea, thank you for offering that , what a brilliant idea. I was also wondering do you think I should print out your letter to an Alpha and leave it on the couch before the movie or give it to him after or before dinner to open the conversation? would love to get your advice, also I know its my duty as a fag to serve straight Alpha men but part of me feels guilty submitting to my moms boyfriend, I want to submit to him wholly, fully and make his life better no matter what it’s my purpose as a fag but the guilt is inside me, I dont want to hurt my mom or betray her, do you have any advice on how best to deal with this guilt or reframing my view point? would dearly love any and all advice you can offer brother, I know I am destined to serve him but how do I keep the guilt away, what would you do, thank you brother, light and love -Ethan xo
I’m excited for you, and I’m so proud of your courage and attention to detail! Be determined to serve him, but allow the evening to dictate how you approach it. Don’t force it. Just relax, let the rhythms guide you, and just be eager to please him.
If you want to print out the “Letter To An Alpha”, that might be a good idea, but I wouldn’t lead with that, Like I said in my previous response, I firmly believe he wants to use you. So I would try the seduction techniques I outlined, and then use the letter as a way to force a conversation or to clarify a point if he (somehow) doesn’t understand. However, I KNOW HE DOES.
As far as your Mom, I understand. However, Alphas has needs, and we faggots are born to serve those specialized needs. Your Mom isn’t going to let him fuck her ass, for instance. I’m also sure you can suck dick better than her. And most importantly, you’re submissive to him in ways she will never be. You’re providing services to him to keep him with her. The likelihood of your Mom ever finding out about this is less than zero, I’m sure. Just bear in mind that this is exactly why you exist. It’s your purpose.
My thoughts are with you little brother! Be brave, and submit!
Master @HashtagRaymondW is one of my favorite Alphas in findom because he truly loves being worshiped by faggots. He’s a beautiful Asian Alpha with perfect feet that deserve to be in a museum.
Hi Brother Sam, I Hope this message finds you well. My name is Ethan, I am an eighteen year old faggot (and proud!) living in New York, for a long time I have known I was a fag and wanted to serve Alpha men and submit to their power and hierarchy, your pages first Fags Worship Alphas and now Hierarchy have really helped me accepted my place in the world and made me feel accepted and seen, everything you talk about is exactly how I Feel, you have helped me become the fag i am today-Thank you brother Sam for helping me embrace myself and my need to serve Straight Alpha Males.
I am writing today to seek your advice about something that has been on my mind the last few months , I tried to ignore it and supress my desires and feelings out of respect to my mom but my fag urges to submit to a superior Alpha male are to strong and the last few weeks have been very interesting, I am in need of your advice as you always know best,let me go back to the beginning . My Mother has been dating this sexy muscular Alpha male named Aidan since Easter last year, this past fall Aidan moved in to our home (mine and my mother’s) and he is the most beautiful man I Have ever seen, tall, brown eyes, big arms and chest , chest hair poking out of his open shirts and oozing with alphaness, i was weak at the knees at have dreamt of serving him for months now, he’s a great guy and very charming, he’s Alpha and he knows it, he works in the bank and is a manager and is in charge of directing people and over seeing a team of people, he’s always leading and talking trash about the guys he works with and how they fuck up and he has to fix everything , he’s dominant and decisive often deciding where and when we will have dinner and telling my mom what to do and when to serve dinner and cook, (it turns me on), a few nights ago they had guests over for a dinner party and his friend tried to sit at the top of the table and Aidan didn’t allow it, insisting this was his chair, his place, his home and his right, I was turned on
I have been fantasizing about being his cum slut and serving him for months (and feeling guilty about the fact hes my moms bf but I cant help it) , recently there has been some interesting developments, I came home from school one day, house to myself (or so I thought) as usually my mom and Aidan work late and don’t come home till after 5pm, I was getting ready to head out and see some friends before dinner but wanted to take a quick shower, I walked in to the bathroom which was unlocked and was shocked to find Aidan standing there naked in all his glory about to get in the shower having just pulled his briefs down the second I walked in, my mouth hung open and my heart was beating out of my chest, Oh Sam he looked incredibly sexy and he had a beautiful cock that even non erect was huge and framed by a big thick masculine alpha bush, my voice caught and I coughed caught off guard and apologizes and said sorry that I’d be out of his way, he said it was fine but seeing as I was there to make myself useful and bring his clothes to the laundry room and put them in the hamper, he didn’t even give a moment to respond to say yes or no he flung his sweaty gym clothes and briefs at me, patted me on the back and said good boy, he walked in to the shower straight away and started showering while I was still stood there in shock, I walked out of the room more than a little turned on and put the clothes in the laundry basket (though i did keep his white calvin briefs and sniffed them inhaling his scent and musk and jerked off to him, I still have them hidden in my room)
a few days go by and my mom gets snowed under at work and can’t keep up with the laundry so it piles up (shes an ICU nurse and was very busy around the holidays/new years), Aidan comes downstairs one saturday morning annoyed that his laundry still hadn’t been done and he was out of fresh gym shorts to wear to the gym, my mom and him got in an argument and she said she shouldnt be expected to do everyones laundry and cant do everything alone, he said it was a womans role , she left for work, I was sat in the kitchen in awkward silence, I Decided to offer my services, I approached him like the good fag I am and offer to do his laundry for him right then and there (as a way of serving him even if he didnt know it) he said that would be great and told me to get to work straight away, no thank you or yes please, just pure dominance it turned me on how he spoke to me, almost like he expected me to do it and then he said he was still annoyed as he wanted to go to the gym right now but had no shorts ready, I happened to be wearing a hoodie ,t shirt and nike black shorts perfect for the gym-he happened to notice my outfit when I was walking out of the room and commented on them and said they looked good and how he wished he had a pair to wear right now then before I could even offer (which I would have) he told me he wanted to borrow my nike gym shorts to wear to the gym as I was just lounging around doing laundry I wouldn’t need them and to change, I was stunned Sam, he was so brazen and confident, not a hint of sarcasm or joking or again asking me please or thank you, almost like a demand, i dropped my shorts then and there and handed them to him, he slid his jeans off and left them on the floor and told me to wash them as well and then he headed off to the gym, I was stunned and in awe of his dominance, I got to work straight away and did his laundry and folded all his clothes after ironing them and put them away in his cabinets, he returned later and didn’t thank me but did say I had done a nice job and that he could get used to this
fast forward to last week, he comes home from work exhausted and tired after a stressful day of clients and meetings, he storms in the room and immediately starts shucking his coat off his shoulders and body, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his shirt and he takes his shoes, he sees me, smirks at me and throws his coat and tie at me and tells me to hang them up for him, I do just that , by the time I return he is on the couch watching Super Bowl commentary before the big game and drinking a beer (that he made my mom bring him btw ) and complaining about how he has walked all over New York and how his feet in particular are aching and in need of a massage, I tell him he works very hard and is a true leader, I sit down on the couch next to him but he stops me and tells me to put his shoes upstairs (I had just been and he never asked, I picked them up and went back to his room and putthem in his closet) . when I come back down I take my sear (moms in the kitchen making dinner and snacks for the game), he spreads his feet out across the couch in to my lap without a word, his feet smell ripe and sweaty, im so turned on but terrified to do anything, does he want me to massage his feet? is this a test? what if my mom walks in and catches me? I sit there in awkward silence , tempted to touch them and start rubbing but I dont despite wanting to, he just keeps watching them pre game commentary and ignoring me, feet still in my lap, I sit there in silence, after what felt like an eternity (but was like 20 minutes) my mom joined us, he removed his feet and we ate dinner in the drawing room watching the game, my mom took my seat and he did the same to her and put his feet in her lap and she rubbed them (barely but she did, I thought I could do a better job and would have) while she was rubbing them he made intense eye contact with me
later that night after the game I went to bed as did my mom and Aidan, he was thrilled the Seahawks won (he hates the patriots) my moms room is opposite mine so my wall is against her wall if that makes sense, its like 2am and I can hear them having sex loudly and my mom moaning out his name loudly and the bed frame shaking/hitting the wall making loud clanking noises, he sounds like a fuck machine, I think nothing of it try to block out the noise and go to sleep, the next morning Monday my mom is back at work, I have the day off due to inservie day and Aidan hasnt left for work yet, im in my room doing homework and chilling when I hear his voice, he’s on his phone, the door to my moms bedroom is wide open and I can hear every word he’s saying, he’s talking to one of his buddys about the Seahawks winning and how pumped he is, then he starts talking about him and my mom and the sex they had, at first he’s complimentary and nice,, then his tone changes and he starts complaining that he wanted to do anal and fuck my moms ass but that she wont do anal and no matter how hard he fucks her pussy he wants to do anal and that pussy and ass aren’t the same, his friend agrees and says his wife is like that to and they vent about women not doing anal and how they miss it with random sluts they met in college, the call ends as he has to go to work, I hang out in the hallway making it clear I heard every word when he emerges from the room but say nothing, the thought of him breeding my fag ass crept in my mind
I know this is very long and detailed but I want to give you all the details, we are approaching the final part and the area where I need guidance, this friday night my mom is going to a college reunion and has left money for me and Aidan to order take out and watch a movie, she wants me to get to know him independent of her as she loves him a lot and is serious about him long term, I have been thinking about this for the last week and agonizing over what to do, a plan formed in my mind, I want to offer my asshole to Aidan and ask to serve him as his slave and do his laundry, cooking and anything he needs, I have a plan that we would watch Pillion (I saw it last fall at a film festival and LOVED it, I saw you talking about it to) its online to watch in HD so I can get it for us, I have a plan to cook him dinner (Id use the money my mom left for take out to buy groceries) I want to make his favorite which is steak and home made french fries and strawberry cheesecake (Im a good cook, I took home ec and like to bake so its easy to me) I want to cook him a full meal, watch pillion and offer him my ass and to serve him in anyway he needs, I even plan to wear a G-string under my shorts to show off my ass to him and how fuckable it is ,my mom has let the laundy pile up again and I havent done his on purpose so he will have to borrow my shorts again and I can show off my ass to him when I take them off for him, I have it all planned out and want to offer him my ass as well as showing him, my servitude, loyalty and cook him dinner like he deserves, massage his feet and watch pillion and discuss alphahood and servitude with him based on the film, my only issue is I am terrified of doing this, do you think he will freak or agree to it? how would you approach it sam? am I a bad son for wanting to serve my moms boyfriend sexually? I feel guilty and torn but I realize i am a fag and it is my duty to serve straight alpha men and its a natural party of hierarchy and that trumps family even if its difficult for me, I guess what I am asking is for someone who understand hierarchy to tell me I’m doing the right thing and how to approach the situation? how should I broach the subject with him, what if he tells my mom? should I even ask him? I’m nervous, excited, anxious and need help and advice and you are the best person to ask and I value your opinion and advice, please help me brother Sam -I need your wisdom, advice and help, what would you do if you were me? how would you handle ir? am I wrong for wanting to serve my moms boyfriend?, I so want to serve this man and need your help in doing so, peace, love and light-Ethan! xo
My brother Ethan, thank you for this question!
First and most importantly, I want you to understand this: Aiden knows you’re a faggot. There is absolutely no question about this. I honestly think (given his behavior) that he’s used faggots in the past. Almost all of the telltale signs are there. In fact, he seems to be trying to trigger you into submitting to him (like with the loud conversation about ass fucking). His behavior goes way beyond typical innocent Alpha behavior.
Alpha Aiden has left a veritable trail of bread crumbs leading directly to his cock, and he’s been watching you follow that trail like the good boy you are. He honestly seems to be enjoying the little tasks he throws at you, watching you scamper eagerly to please him.
Your only “failure” was not massaging his feet when he put them directly in your lap after telling the entire house how his feet hurt. This was a mistake, though understandable given that your mother was in the other room. However, it cannot be ignored that he did this anyway. He was testing you (as are all Alphas who make this move). So even though you didn’t take the bait the first time, you need to make the most of this upcoming opportunity.
Everything you said sounds perfect. It’s exactly what you should be doing to seduce this Alpha (although he sounds far too powerful to be “seduced” so much as given permission to take you). You need to serve him completely, call him “Sir”, and reduce yourself as much as possible. If nothing happens by the time he’s relaxing after dinner (make it an early dinner), then you should offer him a real foot massage. It would be a good time to admit that you wanted to rub his feet the other day, but you were nervous. That could lead into a conversation about his Alphahood and hierarchy.
Don’t be afraid, Ethan. I’m fully convinced that Alpha Aiden wants to use you. He’s not going to beat you up, obviously, so you have nothing to fear. Approach this as your greatest opportunity to truly serve a very powerful straight Alpha, so cast aside any worry and submit. He wants you to!
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!
Step by methodical step, Master Jase has been teaching new young Alpha Master Jake how to cunt faggots (and the importance of doing so). It’s like Yoda teaching Luke about The Force. But Master Jase understands the importance of what he’s teaching Master Jake, so he wants to get it right.
After some preliminary steps in parts 1 and 2, Master Jase finally moves to the third part of his plan: the actual cunting of a faggot in real time.
Cunting fags will always be my thrill, but a close second is teaching and watching another alpha cunt their fags. Jake is a natural. My home slut was willing to demonstrate, and for two days, his pussy was left untouched until last night. I will keep it brief, but it was an absolute success. Jake watched in awe as I put my home slut through the motions. Observed how deep I pushed. Watched as I manipulated my slut. How I paced myself. How I spoke to him.
As I cunted my home slut, I told Jake what to look out for. The breathing and panting, the trembling and twitching of muscles, the arching of the back and body, the changes to the face and mouth, the involuntary spreading and whole body jerking, etc. I pulled out of my home slut and had him clean my cock while dazed, and ordered Jake to attempt to cunt his fag.
Jake is a natural. As all alphas are. He poked and prodded, but put into practice what he saw and what he heard. The first signs from his fag was the instant head toss back and the toes curling on either side of Jake as he slid in deep. The grin on Jake’s face was a joy to see.
I left Jake to his devices and took both my home slut and the brother fag to Tyler’s room to cunt them. I was there to fuck, to breed, and I damn well will. It was nonstop between the two, sliding one tired, well cunted pussy off my cock and ramming it deep into the other, waiting, needy hole.
It was hilarious when, halfway through power-fucking his faggot bro, Jake knocked and said, “I think I broke him.” He had managed to cunt his fag into a state of blacked out bliss. I could not be prouder of him. I told him to care for his fag while it’s cunted and to still treat him as if he was conscious, that his words will bury into his fag’s scrambled brain.
It will not be long before I allow him to cunt his own brother. It will be what Jake deserves, to have a well-trained, submissive and obedient fag when and where he wants to use him.
From a faggot’s perspective, it’s weird to hear Master Jase talk to Master Jake about faggots as if we were nothing more than hogs on a farm. However, that description is apt. Faggots are so far below the level of Master Jase that it makes sense that he looks at fags as mere things … toys in the hands of Men.
But that is precisely what we are.
It’s awesome to get this peek inside the mind of a God Alpha as he teaches a younger Alpha about the wonders of faggot cunting. I thought some of Master Jake’s responses to what he experienced were pretty funny, especially the comment about having broken it. Cunting a faggot can be just as wild for the Alphas as it is for the fag!
Master Jase is such an invaluable resource. He’s an absolute beast sexually, but he’s incredibly intelligent and expressive. He’s the perfect teacher for an enthusiastic Alpha looking to expand his power like Master Jake!
I still get that electric shiver remembering that afternoon back in the summer of 2025, one of those raw, unforgettable moments deep into our 8-year relationship as boyfriends, when Declan’s ownership felt as natural as breathing and the KINK3D Viper cage had long been our go-to for unbreakable, comfortable denial. The Viper was perfect by then: lightweight 3D-printed plastic with sweeping armored curves, full underside closure to crush any cheating thoughts, great airflow for endless wear, and my PA ring locked right through it, keeping me throbbing and secure without a second thought.
That morning he’d chosen my exposure uniform: the bright red mesh shorts, ultra-sheer, fine net-like fishnet that hid exactly zero details. They clung tight to my hips and thighs, the tiny holes putting the Viper’s black curves on blatant display in front, PA ring glinting, balls hanging heavy and vulnerable below. In back, the mesh parted naturally down the center seam, framing my ass cheeks completely bare, the vivid red netting contrasting my skin like I was packaged solely for his eyes. He tugged the waistband high, pulling the fabric taut over the cage and stretching it even tighter across my hole. “My perfect boy,” he murmured, fingers tracing the net along the Viper’s outline. “Locked like always, all see-through and desperate. These stay on all day, no covering. I want to watch you leak while you wait for me.”
Chores around the apartment were charged: dusting, laundry, prepping his snacks, every shift letting air tease through the open mesh, the Viper denying me relentlessly, pre-cum slowly soaking dark patches on the front where nothing was concealed.
By mid-afternoon Declan wanted gaming time, so he led me into our bedroom. The jail cell stood in its usual spot by the window: that sturdy gunmetal metal frame, vertical bars on the sides in a grid, horizontal slats across the top for solid strength, bottom padded with a dark gray blanket and rumpled bedding (though today it stayed empty).
He had me kneel in front of it, facing the bars, then pulled out the real police-issue handcuffs, those heavy stainless steel chain-linked cuffs, cold metal loops connected by a short rattling chain, ratcheting with that final authoritative click, double-lockable for no-escape security. He fastened one cuff snug around the base of my balls (above the sac for grip, always checked for circulation and safety, no risks in our play), threaded the short chain through a lower side bar of the cage, and locked the other end. It pulled me forward hard, making me to hunch against the metal frame from the outside, ass pushed out toward the room, Viper-caged cock and stretched balls thrust forward through the sheer red mesh, hole framed invitingly by the parted netting, body pinned helpless and on full display.
“Good boy,” he said casually, patting my head like his favorite toy before leaving with his controller and headset. “Quiet. Don’t move. I’m going to play my video games.”
Hours melted away. Game sounds filled the other room while I stayed frozen outside the cage, muscles burning sweetly from the pull, mind drifting deep into subspace. The mesh let every draft ghost over my skin, the chastity kept me locked tight and desperate, body a living display piece chained to the bars.
When he finally paused the game and I heard his walk, my pulse hammered. He approached slowly, no rush to release. He crouched in front of me, gripped my chin, tilted my face up to look at his eyes. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with affection and lust. “Chained outside your cell stuck by a pair of handcuffs, those slutty red shorts framing your Viper-locked cock and ass like a gift. So fucking beautiful after all these years. All mine.” He stood, unzipped, spat once on his thick cock to slick it, then stepped behind me. Hands braced on my hips through the mesh; one gripping firm. One slow, claiming push in, no extra prep, stretching and owning me while I gasped against the bars, cuffs keeping my balls pinned taut against the metal, the frame rattling softly with each deep thrust.
He fucked me hard then, every inch possessed, my body jerking forward against the cage with his rhythm. “This is what you’re for,” he growled low in my ear. “My hole. My toy. My good boy who waits so perfectly chained outside like this.”
Hours of knowing I was helpless, he didn’t last long. One final, bruising slam, and he buried deep, flooding me with heat as I moaned brokenly, the chastity holding my cock straining uselessly against its curved plastic prison.
Only after he softened and pulled out did he grab the key. He unlocked the cuffs gently, rubbing the marks on my balls with soothing care, kissing along my neck and spine. He helped me stand on shaky legs, pulled me into his arms, and held me close, stroking my hair, murmuring how much he loved his obedient, displayed boy. That same deep tenderness that’s carried us through 8 years, making every intense bit of control feel safe and cherished.
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