Remember what it was like to witness the horrific events of 9/11? We watched planes fly into seemingly-impregnable buildings, and then gazed in open-mouthed shock as those two towers of steel and concrete collapsed into a massive pile of rubble and ash. The shockwaves of that monumental day still reverberate throughout the entire world today.
It left us scarred in awe.
We humans often struggle to come to grips with such forces beyond our control. We stare in frozen horror as a mighty tornado tears up a town like tissue paper, or gasp with shock as a hurricane comes ashore and pulverizes a city like Godzilla stomping on cardboard buildings. Our minds race as we attempt to make sense of incomprehensible power.
Now you know how the mother of young Master Lucas feels right now. Queen Sophie knew there was something very powerful about her son, which led her to contact me. In time I coached both her and Master Lucas before connecting Master Lucas with Master Dean (the teen God Alpha with the faggot twin Jimmy). Master Dean has been instrumental in sculpting Master Lucas’s power and skill with faggot ownership.
But even a mother of an Alpha can sometimes become overwhelmed or even frightened by what they see in their superior son. Notice what she recently wrote to me:
My good sam,
I wanted to thank you again for having put Lucas and I in touch with Sir Dean. Lately, I had some concerns about Lucas’ public display of His superiority. For example, one of His servants accompanies Him when He goes to the gym, carrying His towel and water. The other day I saw Him hanging out in the park with some of His classmates. He was the only one sitting on a bench, some of the others were standing, one massaging His back, others were sitting at His feet, and one was licking His shoe.
Part of me explodes with pride at seeing Lucas so confident and powerful. But another part of me can’t help but wonder if He’s getting ahead of Himself. I wonder whether it’s wise to display dominance in this way at His age. But I definitely don’t want to hamper His Alphahood development. I know that as a mother, I can often get anxious over the smallest stuff. I don’t want to be overprotective, but I sometimes need some reassuring.
That is why I humbly requested the insight of Sir Dean and He generously answered to me. He understood my concerns and advised caution. He said Lucas must be aware of those who surround the event, and that He should always scan for threats or negativity of any kind. I know Lucas will take Sir Dean’s advice and my concerns to heart. I trust Him to be careful while He enjoys the delights of His superiority, as is His birthright.
As the single mother of an young Alpha full of energy, trying to raise Him to the best of my ability, it is reassuring to have the support of a servile worshiper like you and of a mentor Alpha Man like Sir Dean.
Kind regards,
Sophie
I completely understand what Queen Sophie is going through right now. After all, Master Lucas is still her “little boy”, and like any mother she just wants him to be safe.
I also reassured her that, while these extraordinary things Master Lucas is accomplishing among his peers might seem too bold or too dominant, he is simply channeling the power that he was given at birth. Hierarchy dictates everything that is happening around him and through him. All of this might be too much for inferior males, but not for Master Lucas.
No, he was born to be publicly worshiped everywhere he goes by women and faggots. If other people take issue with that, then they need to turn away like those running from the 9/11 disaster. Master Lucas is staking his claim on the entire world, and he won’t be satisfied until everyone kneels and kisses his feet.
And he cannot be stopped nor contained. You might as well try to stop the sun from rising in the morning, or stop the inexorable changing of the seasons.
Rising Alphas like Master Lucas MUST test out their powers, expressing them naturally and using them to bend reality itself to their wills. That’s what he’s doing right now, and so many females and faggots have come to accept their purpose because of his ownership. This will only deepen and intensify over time.
I agree with Master Dean. It’s so important for Master Lucas’s development to let him continue to grow and flex … and conquer!
Is it ever to early for a faggot to be put in it’s place? I was 13 when my friends dad started using me. He constantly said that I was faggot and that serving real men was my purpose in life. I accepted my place and love serving superior Men. I personally wouldn’t change a thing but some say that I was to young. My question is was I to young to be shown my place as a faggot?
Thanks for the question!
Here’s where I get into trouble. You see, humans today have drawn an arbitrary and ever-changing line making ages 17 and under illegal. I abide by that in my own life because I follow the law (as long as I’m not tricked into something illegal).
But here’s the rub: I’m a student and teacher of hierarchical truth. I can’t ignore that these kinds of situations you describe happen in our world no matter what arbitrary human law says. And there is a hierarchical basis for what happened.
This friend of your Dad’s recognized what you were at that age. You likely were starting to figure it out, too. As an Alpha, he decided to start your hierarchical training early. And, as you said, you don’t regret it at all.
I know what I’m saying above sounds bad to the pearl-clutching drama queens out there, but I’m speaking about HIERARCHICAL TRUTH here. That truth doesn’t bow or succumb to the arbitrary laws of temporary human societies. It’s beyond the questions of “right” and “wrong” from our lowly and relatively-stupid standpoints.
The only question that concerns hierarchical truth is this: does it achieve the desired outcome? In your case, that answer is “yes”.
I know you’ve briefly mentioned in some of your podcasts and elsewhere about your experience in prison, but I’ve always been curious to hear more depth to what your lived experience was like inside, especially being a faggot. I haven’t been able to find anything else where you talk about it. If you don’t mind me asking, could I ask how things were for you during that season of your life and how being a faggot either advantaged or potentially disadvantaged you? The following are some questions that usually pop into my head:
1) Did you have to stop wearing a chastity cage? If so, was that hard for you? 2) Did you jerk off at all? 3) Did you service many alpha men while inside? In what ways? 4) Was it common for you to give blowjobs to other guys or let other men breed you for their own release?
5) In your experience, are most men in prison sexually fluid? Straight? Gay? Bi-curious?
6) How did you let other men know you were a sub fag?
I hope you don’t mind me asking those questions. I’ve always wanted to ask them ever since I found out about your time in prison. I would absolutely love to listen to a future podcast about you talking about your experiences. I’d find that fascinating.
Thank you, Sam the fag!
Hi, brother! Thanks for the question!
It’s funny that you mention this, because I’ve been meaning to flesh out more of my thoughts and experiences from prison/jail. I really just spoke about the experience in large brushstrokes on the podcast, and there’s really so much to say (some of it difficult) that it’s hard to really want to try. But maybe your questions could be a springboard to that.
1. Yes, I had to come out of my chastity cage before reporting to prison. I thought I’d be happy about that, but I was, in fact, quite depressed about it. I felt completely uncomfortable without it on. When I was finally released, one of the first things I did was hurry and find my cage and put it back on!
2. I did not jerk off at all.
3. I didn’t service many, just two (as I said in the podcast). I guess I could’ve tried to service more, but I was quite terrified for the longest time because guys move differently in those situations and can be quite dangerous. I was less concerned about getting dick than surviving. But regardless, dick found me and I ended up sucking off two straight Alphas a couple of times.
4. It wasn’t common for anybody in that situation and in minimum security (“prison camp”). Oddly enough, it’s much easier to get regular dick in higher security prisons.
5. They’re almost always straight or straight-presenting. Anyone who wasn’t was a faggot, and there were few of them other than me. My saving grace is my personality and my ability to ingratiate myself wherever I am.
6. I’m an incorrigible and relentless flirt, always making suggestive comments to “test the waters”. But everybody pretty much knew from the jump that I was a faggot. One of the black Alphas in my “cube” starting calling me a faggot within the first 24 hours I was there (we ended up on fine terms, though).
I hope I answered your questions well enough! This was kind of fun!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s pretty clear that Master Steve, despite being just 31 years old, is quite advanced when it comes to faggot ownership. He seems like a proud owner of his faggot Mike, and that pride allows him to do things with faggots that most other Masters fail to do.
Like using faggots to mentor younger Alphas.
Mike recently received the following texts from his Master:
You can only imagine how terrified Mike was with this news. I mean, I’m sure Mike was also excited by the prospect of serving a young Alpha relative of his Master … but he clearly had to perform up to Master Steve’s unyielding standards! The pressure was on!
So I waited a little while before reaching back out to Mike for an update. But boy, it was a doozie!
What a weekend with Steve’s cousin, Alex. I left work a bit early on Friday since Alex’s plane was landing at 5:45. I circled the airport a few times waiting to see him come out. He texted me that he’d just grabbed his luggage and was heading out. When I saw him, he looked like a young god—6’2”, about 200 lbs, dark hair, and a mustache. Standing next to him was another guy, just as hot. I pulled up and waved, and Alex immediately started walking to the car, casually leaving their luggage on the sidewalk. I got out, said hello, and loaded everything in the trunk. We made small talk, and Alex introduced me to his friend AJ—who I later found out was only 19. About five miles down the road, nervous and unsure, I asked Alex if he needed to use the restroom or wanted me to get him or AJ something to drink. He said, “Yeah, pull over at the next exit,” so I did. I pulled into a gas station and sat there unsure of what to do. Finally, Alex looked at me and said, “You wanna drink my piss here or in the bathroom?” I said, “Wherever you want, Sir.” He replied, “Here. I don’t feel like walking.” I wasn’t sure what AJ was thinking, but after I was done with Alex, he told me to go drink AJ’s in the back seat. I did exactly as I was told, straining so much in my cage the entire time.
When we got back to Steve’s, they walked straight inside, leaving me to unload their luggage. Once I got it all in, Steve told me to unpack their clothes and get everything hung up or put away. When I finished, I went into the living room and Steve motioned for me to kneel. He stood up and pissed down my throat. By then, I was so full of piss and so hard in my cage I could barely think. Steve told me to get everyone a drink and start my weekend chores, reminding me I wouldn’t have much time on Saturday or Sunday to do them. I spent the rest of Friday night exhausted—cleaning, doing Steve’s laundry, being their urinal, and serving drinks while they played video games. At one point, Steve called me over while he was still gaming and made me suck him as he talked. He said, “Just to set expectations: Alex—and only Alex—for the next 10 days, has the same rights I do. You’ll do whatever he says, just like you do for me. Understand?” I stopped sucking just long enough to say, “Yes Sir.” He said, “Good. Now go finish the kitchen.”
They got tired around 11:30 and went to bed, leaving me to finish up. Steve came out to give me a kiss and reminded me that it was Alex’s birthday Saturday, so I needed to have his cake ready that night. I finally got to bed around 1am. Steve rolled over, fucked me, blew his load all over my cage, and said, “Get some sleep. Breakfast needs to be on the table by 7.” My cage was driving me crazy—I hadn’t cum in three weeks, and I was straining and frustrated. I knew it was selfish to focus on my own needs, but it was getting harder to ignore. Eventually, I passed out, only to be woken by my watch alarm at 5:45am.
I started cooking and had the table set by 6:50. I went to wake Steve, and while I was drinking his morning piss, I heard AJ come to the door. Steve told him we’d be ready in a minute. We walked to the kitchen and found Alex and AJ already at the table. Steve and I both wished Alex a happy birthday—he looked adorable with his messy bedhead. I poured everyone coffee and sat down, but Alex looked straight at me and said, “I need to piss. Get under the table and fully service me while I eat.” I looked at Steve—he didn’t even glance at me. I knew I had to follow Alex’s orders. I got under the table and drank Alex’s piss, sucking him the entire time he ate. At one point Alex said, “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Steve replied, “Told you—when you have a faggot that’s yours, you can mold them into anything you need.” While I sucked Alex, Steve talked to him and AJ about the things he’d trained me to do and some ideas he had in mind. Alex stopped me several times—he didn’t want to cum yet. “I’ve got a better place for this load,” he said. When breakfast was over, Steve told me to eat light and get the kitchen cleaned up. He said he wanted to fuck.
After I finished cleaning, I went into the living room where they were playing video games and sat beside Steve. He asked if everything was cleaned. I told him it was. He said, “Good. Why don’t you take your clothes off and go suck AJ for a bit? I want to watch.” AJ smirked, pulled his cock out of his gym shorts, and I started sucking. I must have touched my cage a few times without realizing it—just a natural reaction from the pressure and frustration—and Steve snapped, “What did I tell you about touching your cage?” I apologized and focused back on AJ. Moments later, I felt someone come behind me—it was Alex. He spit on my ass a few times, and I knew what was coming. As he started sliding into me, I lifted my head from AJ and moaned. Steve laughed. It was my first time ever being spit-roasted in front of Steve, and it was overwhelming. Alex’s cock felt incredible, and sucking AJ while being used made me feel completely owned. Steve said, “Happy birthday, buddy. You’re going to be a mini-me.” I could hear the pride in his voice. AJ said he was about to cum, and Steve told me to stop. “All loads today go in his ass—not his mouth.” Alex pulled out and sat on the couch so AJ could fuck me. He didn’t last long before filling me up. Steve stood and said, “I want to cum now, but I want Alex to have the last load for his birthday.” Steve took his time, fucking me rough and deep while Alex and AJ watched. “When you fuck a fag, you don’t have to be gentle,” he said. I was on the edge of tears by the time he finished and blew inside me. Then Alex stepped up to take the final round. He wasn’t as rough, but he still made sure I was bred properly. I was left exhausted, dripping with all their loads. Alex said, “Don’t move. I want to try something.” He came back with the butt plugs Steve had recently bought. “I’m going to plug you, fag. You’ll stay plugged the rest of the day.” He asked Steve which one to use, and Steve said, “Go light—he’s never used them.” Even the smallest one was thick, around seven inches. When Alex slid it in, it took my breath away. Steve said, “Rest a second, then get us drinks. After that, make Alex’s cake, then you can take a short nap.” I was beyond exhausted, but I gathered the strength and did exactly what they asked.
That night, all three of Steve’s alpha friends came over, along with Alex and AJ. I was expected to be nude, plugged, and locked all night—serving drinks and snacks. About an hour in, Steve pulled me aside and gave me one of his signature “choices” to test me. “You’ve got two options,” he said. “Go get the piss gag and come back to ask—out loud, in front of everyone—if you can please be our urinal tonight and stay locked for two more weeks. Or, you can just drink mine and Alex’s piss the rest of the night and unlock Sunday afternoon. The choice is yours. Choose wisely.” I was so horny I could barely think. Unlocking Sunday was tempting, but I knew choosing that would be selfish. I didn’t want to let Steve or Alex down.
I walked to the bedroom, mind racing, and picked up the piss gag. When I returned to the living room, I knelt and said, “Excuse me, Master Steve. Sorry to interrupt, but may I please wear the piss gag and be the party urinal tonight?” The room erupted in laughter. Alex said, “Damn—he really is a true fag.” Steve smiled and said, “Absolutely, fag. Just don’t waste a single drop—or there will be hell to pay.” I stayed kneeling as Steve strapped the gag in. One by one, all six of them used me. I thought I was going to drown. I was soaked, plugged, locked, and completely lost in submission. I’d never felt such a high—emotionally, mentally, physically. It was an overwhelming and transformational moment. And Steve just smiled. He knew exactly what he’d done to me.
That night, after everyone left, Steve, Alex, and AJ each took turns fucking me again. We all ended up crashing in the same bed. Before we fell asleep Steve kissed me and said how proud of me he was and thanks for making Alex Birthday Special. I knew then I had made the right choice.
Sunday was a bit more relaxed. I had breakfast ready by 7am, and by 10, we were back at the gym. After the workout, we went into the sauna. It was hot, wet, and foggy, and Alex looked at me and said, “Start sucking.” I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. Just then, a guy walked in. I paused, but Steve popped my ass and said, “Don’t stop.” The guy just sat across from us and started jerking off while I kept sucking. After Alex came, I sucked Steve, then AJ. The guy finished on the floor, cleaned himself up, and walked out without a word.
Locked for two more weeks now. That’ll make six total. And I’ve never felt more owned in my life.
These kinds of true stories always astound me. The things powerful straight Alphas do are so fearless and perception-altering that I can’t keep up with them – and I’m a faggot who knows this truth and expects it!
I love that Master Steve clearly mentored his straight cousin Alex on the use of faggots, and was using Alex’s birthday as a pretext to further train Alex’s understanding of Alpha power through faggot use. I understand that there are straight Men reading this who are thinking, “I don’t need to use a faggot sexually in order to feel powerful,” but until you’ve actually stood over a faggot and pissed down its throat or face fucked a faggot until you pumped every drop of cum into it … you don’t really understand that level of power.
I’m so proud of my brother Mike for being eager and willing to do whatever he could to serve his Master and his fellow Alphas. It’s such a privilege to be used this way! So many faggots balk at opportunities of this sort given the dehumanization and the pressure these situations place on a faggot. But if you’re not willing to give up yourself when called upon by an Alpha, then you don’t deserve to serve these Kings!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The transformation of straight Master Mike has been pretty astounding, but unsurprising. Over the years I have witnessed many powerful straight Alphas profoundly changed by the ownership of a good faggot; think of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt from Canada, just to name a few. These straight Alphas come to understand that a faggot truly fulfills certain aspects of their Alphahood that cannot be accessed any other way, and so they become protective of it the same way they protect their faithful dog or their prized car.
When I first met Master Mike, he had been Benjamin’s good friend for many years and was just beginning to accept and understand Benjamin’s purpose as a faggot. In other words, there was already a friendship there, but he was now shifting the focus of the friendship towards one of service and ownership. This is often a difficult transition, but things seemed to be moving along orderly.
But then something recently happened to awaken Master Mike’s protective instincts, and like any great Protector Alpha, he moved quickly to fix it. Read on:
It has been a busy couple of weeks. Thought I would reach out to catch you up now everything is settled down. Benji is now fully moved in with me. The lease on his flat will be up at the end of next month but we moved his stuff into my spare room. If you remember the dickhead who was trying to get to him? The one who was at my Alpha party and tried to order him around. Well he didn’t take the hint when I told him to fuck off and leave Benji alone. I don’t know how he found out where it was but he turned up at Benji’s work (my guess is LinkedIn) one afternoon and followed Benji home. We didn’t realise this. Cut 3 days later when Benji was at my place cleaning. His phone starts going off with his doorbell camera. The fucker spent 30 mins knocking at the door and asking to be let in. We have passed it to the police along with the texts. But Benji didn’t feel safe in his home so he permanently lives with me now. I don’t think any normal man would not leap at the offer of a live in housecleaning cooking double ended fleshlight lol. And if he is here I can keep him safe.
The sexual service has carried on. It doesn’t seem to matter how rough you get with a fag. They just take it and seem to love it. Benjis blowjobs have become an almost religious worship of my Alphahood rather than serving and swallowing. I also didn’t think it would be so much fun milking his faggot loads out of him. Thank you so much for your tip on faggot maintenance. Once a week he is tied down and uncaged. I finger his cunt till he cums and make him lick it up. He is permitted to clean himself and the cage under my supervision. And then it is back on. It is definitely going to be one of the things I teach the guys once we have sorted out some more faggots for the group. We have an audition next Sunday. Little local faggot (let’s call him Timmy). Just a poker night for us while Benji shows him the ropes. Might be fun for the guys to have a faggot ass I let them fuck too. Benji is mine. Timmy will be communal. Do you think that will cause a hierarchy between the faggots? Or do they only form between men with faggots as one bottom tier?
It’s so thrilling to me to hear how swiftly and decisively Master Mike acted in order to secure the safety of his faggot! It sounds like this other dude was pretty unhinged, and Benji is a helpless faggot who could’ve been hurt … or worse. I hate to even think about it!
But that is really what great Protector Alphas do – they act as a righteous buffer against toxic masculinity. They do this, not by being pussified, touchy-feely versions of Alphas, but rather by being a sort of ultimate warrior shielded by nobility and virtue and truth. Think Superman, without the tights. They truly are the real-life superheroes of our broken world.
Meanwhile, Master Mike is now enjoying full-time service of a talented and devoted faggot like Benji, and he loves it! I knew that Master Mike would eventually get to this point. All cocky, powerful Alphas like him eventually understand that they deserve such treatment. Also, the convenience of having a throat or a hole to fuck at any moment is beyond tempting for any Man. I found it funny that Master Mike mentioned the fact that faggots can be pounded brutally without complaint, but rather that brutality is met with enthusiasm. It’s just how we are wired.
But Master Mike is now plotting to become a mentor to his Alpha Pack brothers by teaching them the wonders of faggot ownership/use. This is a step toward God Alphahood, and I’m curious to see how this plays out. Typically, this is not a difficult process as long as the Alpha in the mentorship role is deeply respected and revered as I suspect Master Mike is.
Master Mike finished his latest story with this amusing anecdote:
Benji does seem very eager to give blowjobs. He also seems to be able to make me cum in about 5 mins but chooses to take as much time as I will give him. Had him suck me off for literally the whole of the Return of the King extended edition. Wanted to see when he would get bored but he didn’t let up. Kept it feeling good while not finishing me off.
Faggots have always surprised straight Alphas with our endurance and our eagerness to please. And every time I hear that, I smile. When will straight Alphas learn that faggots are BORN to serve them just the way they’ve always wanted?
This is the straight Alpha in his most natural element – balls-deep in a female, using her to express dominance and show off his power on camera. He’s fearless. He rules not only her, but the world. He fucks what he wants, breeds anything he wants, and is worshiped forever.
My Alpha and I been really lucky and blessed to have found each other. But I’m worried my sexual desires aren’t being met and I don’t know if me seeking to meet them is an insult to my Alpha Karim.
I had spent most of my twenties struggling with my identity as a faggot, before finally accepting myself and putting myself out there. I was really lucky to find my Alpha Karim and we were both in vulnerable places and were able to lift each other up and be better people, be better Alphas and faggots.
Alpha Karim had got a visa to my country with his fiance because it was her dream to live in the western world even if only for a couple of years before going back home. It was highly unusual for them to do in his culture in Iran, but he loved her and wanted to provide her the world. Unfortunately she took advantage of him and ran off after only a couple of months of them being here. It crushed Alpha Karim and broke him.
We got to know each other through some volunteer work I was doing at the time with visa workers and immigrants. I recognised he was an Alpha and I think deep inside he knew it too. We just became bonded so quickly. Though his religious beliefs were a huge barrier to him accepting himself as an Alpha.
Skip a few years, and we’ve been living with each other for almost 2 years in a unit we both rent together. I’ve never felt so at peace with myself and Alpha Karim has just been blowing me away with how more and more amazing he gets. He’s gotten over his fiance and even started dating again. And there’s just a light and spirit back in his life.
We’ve settled into a routine and I get to serve him a lot domestically through household chores and cleaning. Alpha Karim even allows me to massage his body and even kiss his feet as part of my special foot massage I like to give him. I’m so proud of how far he’s gotten past his guilt around his religion. He’s even divulged the nature of our relationship to one of his Iranian friends, Alpha Rasoul (I’m not sure if he is an Alpha or identifies as one but I don’t want to risk offending him).
I makes my heart sing that Alpha Karim really cherishes me giving my chastity to him and tells me how honoured and blessed he feels that I entrust the key to my chastity cage/belt and give over control to him. And I try to embrace as much of his culture and religion as he’ll teach me. But there are some hang ups from his religious beliefs that prevent me from getting to fulfill my sexual desire. He doesn’t believe in gay sex, not even oral. And he feels uncomfortable about me cumming to gay porn under his roof. When we’re unlocking the cage for hygiene checks and for rest breaks from chafing or rubbing, we agree for me to wank in the parklands near our house so I can get some sexual relief using my mobile phone and hiding behind a tree at night. But sometimes I just feel like it’s not very satisfying.
I mean Alpha Karim is the most amazing person I’ve ever met and he does allow for that physical and sensual connection between us whether it’s though massaging him or hugging or letting me kiss/lick his feet. He never gets upset when I sniff his dirty clothes (while I have the cage on). But with Alpha Karim’s needs being met by women and his religion making him cautious of gay acts, I wonder what ways I can get sexual satisfaction or whether I’m missing the forest for the trees? I have 1000 and 1 things to be grateful, am I being selfish and focussing on what I don’t have instead of being grateful for the wonderful life I do have?
Faggot James
Thanks for writing to me, brother!
Congratulations on finding such a true straight Alpha to serve! What you’ve accomplished with him, helping him to overcome Islamic programming to this point, is to be commended! That’s not an easy thing to do at all, because Islam is a very strict and fanatical religion in many ways.
But I think you realize that what you currently have with him is as far as it’s going to go (most likely). Now, what you have COULD be enough if you could control your sexual desires better and stop focusing on achieving sexual release. I don’t think you’re there yet, though.
Think about this: what is a faggot, exactly? A faggot is a slave/servant of superior Men. We exist to satisfy and please them in whatever way THEY want/need.
Notice that definition does not mention the needs of the faggot? That’s because a faggot is meant to be SELFLESS.
Master Karim has bent his belief system quite a bit already in order to allow you to serve him. He’s even taken you in, and he’s caring for your upkeep and training. And he’s so proud of you that he’s telling his friends about you and what you are. These are HUGE steps for someone like him, and it’s all due to your faithful and attentive service!
I would try to focus on those things you’re accomplishing through your submission, and relish the moments you get to serve such a powerful and magnificent Alpha Master!
Classic, perfect form for this reverent cocksucker, the exact kind of worship a God Alpha like @TheRealKingCock deserves! Deliberately long, slow strokes accentuate the length and girth of his meat, which excites him even more for penetration!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.
One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.
He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:
I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.
My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.
I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.
That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.
I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.
It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.
Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.
But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.
I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!
Long-time follower of your pages—thank you for creating this space, and congratulations on 30 years serving alphas! I’m reaching out because I’m looking for a little guidance or advice.
A bit about me: I’m a 41-year-old Puerto Rican alpha, born and raised in Brooklyn. I’m a stocky, beefy “bear” kind of guy—hairy, strong, and very much comfortable in my alpha skin. I’m shaved-head bald with a goatee/beard and work as flight crew, so I’m on the move but always up for connecting. Over the years I’ve had a few long-term relationships with guys who were always the bottom, but I’ve never really experienced a true alpha/sub dynamic.
Lately I’ve been struggling with finding a submissive partner who’s serious about that power-exchange relationship. Online and on apps I get plenty of attention, but it never seems to develop into the deeper D/s connection I’m seeking. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if my size or hairiness turns subs off—but I know plenty of fags and subs are into exactly that. Still, I could use some tips on how to put myself out there more effectively, how to spot the right energy, and how to make it clear I’m looking for more than just hookups.
Any thoughts on where to meet dedicated subs, how to refine my profile or approach, or simply how to keep the faith would mean a lot. Thanks in advance for any wisdom you can share.
LatinoAlphaBear
Sir, thank you so very much for reaching out to me! This is an important topic!
It always breaks my heart to hear such things from true Alphas like you who simply want what they know they deserve, but struggle to find the right faggot to provide it!
Sadly, there is something of a bias among uneducated/untrained faggots who watch too much porn and don’t truly appreciate the Alpha/fag dynamic at the heart of hierarchy. These ones do not take their natural purpose seriously and really need to be broken much the way a Man breaks a wild horse.
To that end, you (as Alpha) need to be much more direct and controlling over these faggots. Sometimes Alphas think they should try to appeal to a faggot’s emotions to get them to submit, when in reality faggots need to be commanded (at least at first). Utilizing scent training, foot worship, or even denial will make a faggot crazy for service.
I’m assuming that you’re not having trouble finding faggots, Sir, but if you are struggling to find faggots in your everyday life, apps like Grindr or TheBlowers.com can be excellent hunting tools as long as you’re quite specific about what you’re looking for. Don’t be shy about it, Sir. Say you’re looking for a faggot to serve you. True faggots will respond to this like moth to flame!
I truly hope you find a faggot or two to serve you as you deserve, Sir! I can hear the desire in your words.
And to my faggot brothers: SUBMIT TO GREAT MEN LIKE HIM!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.
My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.
I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.
Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:
Hi Sam,
It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.
Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.
The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.
I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.
There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,
Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.
We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.
I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.
That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”
He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.
Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.
The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.
After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.
Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.
He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.
But He wasn’t done.
I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.
He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.
I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.
More soon,
Johnny
Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.
I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!
But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!
I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!
So I decided to reach out to him finally after years of watching him from afar as he lived out his dreams as a college hockey player… it was the best decision I ever made. He remembered me instantly. He laughed when he saw me and I told him about everything that had happened. He didn’t blame me at all actually for being so stuck up on him these last few years and explained that he did something called “cunting” me? Apparently he said he did that on purpose? Though when I asked him to explain it he just said “you don’t get to ask questions fag”.
First of all, I’m very proud of you for finally working up the courage to contact him! I thought it was kind of pathetic that you were stalking him in the shadows! You needed to do this, even if only for your own self-respect!
But his response was most extraordinary! Don’t you realize what he told you??? He said he “cunted” you – that means he was a reader of mine at some point! He probably read it on fagsworshipalphas.com back in the day! I’m BY FAR the most prolific writer on the subject of cunting. Here’s my primer on it: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/being-cunted/
I am a pig I serve and pleasure my Handler. Lately my Handler has stopped his floggings and other things on me. Because he has messed his shoulder up from the last flogging see I am a pain pig pain gives me great pleasure. I know he still uses me but it’s only serving and sometimes pleasuring him. But I feel I am not being used to my fullest because he has stopped the floggings and that. I know it gives him great pleasure to to see how far I can go. Is it fair to me that I have a useless feeling that I feel useless knowing he is not feeling well. Sometimes I feel like finding another Handler but he been my Handler for 10 years. What do I do? Was it me that caused his shoulder to go out since it was me that he was flogging. He gave more than he has given. That did not bother me I enjoyed it it was the guilt after the floggings that his shoulder got messed up.
Thanks for the message, brother!
I have no idea if you were the reason why your Handler got injured (how could I know that?), but I don’t think you should beat yourself up over it (get it?). I don’t think you should leave your Handler just because he’s hurt. That’s selfish. Stick by him and serve him. Your needs don’t come first- his does.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m lifting the story of Master Jerome, a 19-year-old straight French Alpha, to its own thread because it has been developing dramatically.
I think it’s pretty clear that young straight Alphas are getting the message: that faggot ownership elevates them in often dramatic ways. Combine that knowledge with a young Alpha’s hetero-flexibility, and you have the perfect recipe for fast and unorthodox activities once considered impossible from straight Men.
Enter: Master Jerome.
The very first time Master Jerome wrote to me, I could hear confused, excited lust in his words. A 19-year-old Alpha is already drenched with testosterone, but there was something more with him. It was almost as if he had just peeked into the wardrobe and glimpsed Narnia, and now he was eager to charge through the wardrobe and conquer every kingdom there.
In his case, those “kingdoms” ripe for conquering were three twink boy ballerinas, pals of his sister. Seeing those flexible, lithe boys made Master Jerome hungry for fag pussy for the first time in his life, but those feelings didn’t scare him. Instead, his superior Alpha hunting instinct turned on, and he relentlessly pursued his first victim until he finally managed to get it away from the herd so he could sink his Alpha cock into it.
That’s all it took.
Now Master Jerome has written with an update on the hunt:
This is Jerome from France. I sent you a message last month about me, my sister, and her fag friends.
I wanna thank you for your advice and let you know that I’ve been very successful so far. To make things easier, let’s call the boys Fag A, Fag B, and Fag C.
As you know I was fucking Fag A twice a week and I wanted to fuck the other two as well. One day, after using Fag A and giving him some love to recover from a destroyed hole, he told me that Fag B and C were hooking up after their rehearsals. I asked him how that was possible if both were bottoms, but fag A told that they probably just make out and suck each other dicks. And so, I thought to myself “what a waste, two gorgeous fags in need of some dick sucking each other instead of being fucked by a real Man like me”
I didn’t mention anything to Fag A, but I decided at that moment that I would fuck and breed the other boys as well. My first step was approaching Fag B. I told him that I wanted to buy a nice birthday present to my sister, but I knew nothing about ballet, so I needed his help. He was really kind and sweet, so we went together to the store and bought a few things. I started to compliment him and say that he looked really good in his ballet costumes, then to see his reaction I said “but I won’t compliment you too much because I don’t wanna have trouble with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?,” he asked. Then I said that I thought that Fag C and him were a couple because they are always together. He got embarrassed, and said that they were just friends. It was around 6pm, so I invited him to have some dinner with wine as a retribution for his generous help. He accepted, and after 3 glasses of wine, I asked him again why Fag C and him were not together, if they were such a pretty couple with so many common interests. I used this strategy to make him verbalize the reason why two faggots could not be together.
I had already gotten in his mind and he was much more outgoing after the wine, so he just said “well, we were not very compatible.” I pretended that I didn’t understand what he meant and just said “oh, I would never imagine that, you guys are both ballet dancers, I thought you had a lot of compatibility.” Then the sexy femboy chuckled and said “well, you’re straight, you don’t understand, but when to guys are together one needs to be the Man, and in the bedroom we are two girls.” I laughed along with him and just said “well, you’re really talented and attractive, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” I paid the bill for us, we left the restaurant, and the faggot asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not but I was hoping to find a girls as sweet and cute as he is.
That was all it took for him to let me get closer and we started kissing (a literal French kiss between two French people in France lol). The boy was surprised and said that he didn’t know that I liked guys too. So I said “well, I like you, and that’s what matters now.” I took him back to my house and squeezed in my room because my sister was there. Then I told him “well, if your problem was having two girls in the bedroom, now I guarantee that you’re the only girl here, and I’ll treat you as my girl from now on.” He sucked my dick as if I were the last Man on Earth, what a wonderful blowjob.
Sadly, I did not have lube in my room, and he was a virgin with a super tight hole. So I kept him in my room for several hours, and pumped three loads in his mouth. He swallowed all of them and did not complain at any moment. I put him on my chest after all these blowjobs and kept saying how gorgeous he is. The boy was really happy to be in my arms.
So Sam, I need you to give your insights on my strategy to conquer these fags. Do you think I did well in not fucking his hole? I would’ve probably hurt him, but at the same time I acknowledge the importance of putting my cum inside his ass as soon as possible. For now, I will keep fucking Fag A around twice a week, and I told Fag B that I will take his virginity soon. But his hole is much tighter than Fag A, so I’ll be extra careful to do it without hurting my new boy.
If you can tell me what you think and, most importantly, give me any advice on how to finally conquer the third Fag, I would really appreciate it. I like your idea of putting all of then on their knees, but I think that before getting to this point I need to be more romantic and conquer one by one.
Your work is invaluable, and I hope it is okay to keep in touch with you while I explore Hierarchy.
I was breathless reading Master Jerome’s update! Just a shocking amount of power, understanding, and control for a straight Alpha his age!
To answer Master Jerome’s questions first:
I absolutely think the conquering of Fag B was expertly handled. Throat-fucking aside, it was surprisingly romantic. I might caution against getting too romantic at this stage, simply because the stable of fags is being built, so keeping the romance to a minimum might be better in order to prevent any of the faggots from becoming too attached or jealous. In a perfect scenario, all three faggots will be able to serve Master Jerome together in harmony and cooperation. It’s what every straight Alpha deserves.
I completely agree with Master Jerome that it is imperative that he try to breed Fag B as soon as possible. His cum is already working on Fag B’s mind and addicting the faggot to its new Owner. Now is the time to strike.
And yes, Master Jerome’s cock and rut will hurt the faggot (even with lube), but here’s the point Master Jerome might not appreciate yet: faggots are meant to suffer for the pleasure of Alphas like him. It’s simply our lot in life. Faggots are born to be pierced, fucked, and bred by cock. It hurts, but faggots receive pleasure from that pain because through it we find fulfillment.
Fag B will likely scream and cry while Master Jerome takes its virginity, but it will forever thank him for it afterward!
As for the taking of Fag C, I think I will just repeat what I said before: I’m sure these fags are talking to each other about what’s happening and probably anticipating more. I don’t think it’d be necessary for Master Jerome to go to great lengths to capture this third faggot. He could most likely just walk up to it and demand that it get on its knees to service him. But I think Master Jerome likes to play with his food before he eats it, so I’d just follow the path that worked so well with Fag B. It won’t take long, I promise.
So now straight Master Jerome stands poised to take ownership of his first three faggots. Soon he will have day-long worship sessions, with all three faggots servicing and worshiping every part of his body and giving him unending pleasure … all on command!
It’s simply the way Alphas were meant to live!
Master Jerome, you’re more than welcome to continue to use the site’s “Questions From Readers” inbox, but you can also write to me at hi*****************@***il.com for more specialized, immediate advice!
The following post is part of a thread following the worship of a powerful straight Alpha named Andre by his woman, Angela, and a faggot named Alberto who serves them both. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Well, the situation Angela created by inviting a faggot named Alberto into her relationship with her powerful Alpha boyfriend, Master Andre, has heated up to the point that I’ve elevated it to thread-status here!
Curiously, this is just one of a couple of similar situations currently developing on this site. What’s happening? Are hierarchical values truly making inroads into straight couples these days?
I personally believe they are, primarily due to the internet’s relentless flow of information and porn. Straight Alphas are being awakened to the expanded possibilities of their power and reach. And straight women are increasingly turned-on by the idea of their dominant Alpha husbands/boyfriends using faggots. It’s very odd to see it suddenly popping up everywhere.
If you follow this thread, then you’ll know that Angela reached out to me through my Questions From Readers inbox about her powerful Alpha Andre, and how she was fantasizing about bringing a faggot into their relationship so that they could both be served. I advised her to do that, and she did!
Now it’s transforming their relationship in amazing new ways!
Here’s Angela’s latest update:
Hi! This is Angela again, the lady who weirdly loves Men fucking fags.
I really enjoyed your idea of “co-owning” Alberto along with Andre, and that’s what I brought up to him. He agreed and we had a long conversation with our fag before moving in. As always, he was a really good boy and told me that I’ll be the Queen of his King. We’ve been living together for just a few days, but I can tell it was a perfect match. Alberto does my laundry, cleans the whole house, and cooks for me, I don’t need to move a finger to do any chores.
But I know you are more interested in our bedroom than in our laundry room. And I must say that it’s been great. Andre, as the Alpha Man of the house, said that he wants to breed whether me or Alberto every night. So it is our duty to make sure that at least one of us will be ready to get fucked every day after dinner. If I don’t feel in the mood, Alberto must take his dick. If for any reason Alberto can’t take it in his ass, Andre expects at least a really nice blowjob before going to bed. I think these rules are quite fair for all of us.
Our favorite thing now is, after a long day at work, Alberto cooks dinner for all of us. Then Andre goes to our bed and just relaxes as the King he is while Alberto does the dishes and cleans everything. Since he loves sucking my pussy and make it wet, I sit on his face while Alberto is doing his chores. When he is done, he comes to bed with us and worships Andre’s feet while I literally ride his face. He has a big and manly tongue and loves to go deep in my pussy. Then Alberto sucks his cock and balls. Sometimes I join him and give our Man a double head. But the best part is when Andre puts the both of us side by side and start fucking our holes. I do not enjoy anal sex, so he fucks my pussy, then changes to Alberto’s ass. And we spend hours doing this.
For some reason, Andre loves to fuck my pussy and then make Alberto suck his dick with my pussy juice on it. The fag literally needs to clean my female lube with his tongue, and Andre gets crazy when he does that. The boy loves doggy style and I prefer to ride, so we usually alternate between me riding Andre’s big dick and Alberto putting his ass up for him to fuck as hard as he wants.
I don’t know how many girls will ever read this. But I would like to tell all my sisters out there: Find fags for your Men, your life will so much better! And fags, if you’re lucky enough to be owned by a Straight or Bi Man, serve your Masters and their girls, you won’t regret it!
Angela’s experience/advice is so inspiring, isn’t it?
I want to help Angela understand why Master Andre loves making Alberto clean her pussy juice off of his cock. You see, for straight Alphas it’s a point of pride when their dicks are soaked in pussy juice. It reflects on their own sexual prowess. By then forcing his faggot to clean it off, he’s essentially making Alberto taste his power, so to speak. Men (and particularly Alphas) are much more complicated than most people acknowledge!
It’s truly remarkable how well Master Andre has taken to the ownership of a faggot. It certainly helps to have his girlfriend by his side, cheering him on and dripping with excitement. As I’ve been writing since the beginning, straight Alphas don’t become gay when they use faggots … they just become more powerful straight Alphas. The efforts of straight, gay-loving women like Angela are helping them realize this truth!
I’m so happy that all three members of this “throuple” are experiencing such fulfillment! I’m also proud of Angela for having the courage and insight to make this happen!
