This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Not everything I discuss with Alphas and faggots behind the scenes makes it onto the public blog. My various information channels are constantly stuffed with questions, random stories, and comments of hate and praise. Some of it isn’t appropriate to share, and some of it isn’t substantial enough to use in a teaching manner. It’s all a series of editorial decisions made on the fly, and it’s not always a clean process.
Master Aaron is one of my favorite Alphas featured here in recent months. I don’t hear from him regularly, but when I do, it’s usually something astounding that scrambles my little faggot brain. And so it is again with today’s update.
It involves a former faggot owned by Master Aaron named Dominic. I haven’t mentioned Dominic here on the front of the blog because Master Aaron told me about the faggot briefly during background conversations, and it didn’t seem like that thread was going anywhere.
But life often surprises us, doesn’t it? Well, it surprised Master Aaron, too.
I wanted to give you an update on Dominic, the faggot I owned who got back in touch years after I had owned him – I’m not sure if you remember the details, but I sent you pics of him. He had moved to California and had been trying to live a straight life, after almost being outed by someone.
Quite a lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time. He met with an Alpha in Long Beach – a guy called Juan, who commented on your post about the fag. They met a couple of times, but didn’t really click. After their first meeting the faggot was invited to attend a party and was used by the Alpha’s friends, but had almost no contact with the Alpha himself. I guess Juan just wants a boy to use as a party favor – which I’m sure would be perfect for some fags, but it isn’t the sort of situation that is right for Dominic.
We had a long call about it, and I advised him to look for something that has more depth and permanence to it. I also told him to stop prostituting himself, which is a pattern he keeps falling into. If an Alpha wants to whore him, that’s one thing, but a faggot whoring itself is a dangerous and self-destructive path. I got him to see that he keeps doing it because he’s trying to resist fully embracing his nature and is trying to use it as a quick fix to satisfy his impulse to serve. But the anonymous, impersonal nature of it will never really satisfy him and will just make him hate himself.
Well, the faggot got proactive about finding someone to serve. He joined fetlife, among other things, and put up some posts on personal ad sites. After a couple of meetings with potential Alphas, he has found a great role, and is now moving to San Raphael to be a live-in house boy for an Alpha. This Alpha is CEO of a software company, so the faggot is leaving his current job, which is also a software coding position, and will be working at his Alpha’s company. It’s a huge step and a bold change for the fag, and I’m very proud of him.
I spoke to his new Alpha at length, as he had many questions about the faggot’s history and experience, and I’m confident that the faggot is going to be put to good use, and has found a role where he will shine! A couple of days ago I participated in a scenario I’ve never experienced before – a sort of a virtual passing on of the faggot. The faggot and his new Alpha were together. I was on Facetime with them. I initially gave instructions to the fag to show his Alpha what he can do, and then eventually as things progressed and the faggot was cunted, and entered that state where the fag is essentially mindless, ownership was passed from me (as his last true Master) to his new Master. I’ve done it before with faggots, but doing it virtually was a new one for me.
Although I wasn’t there in person, it was a satisfying experience, and one that I think the faggot truly needed.
I was flabbergasted by this story. First of all, as a faggot, it touches me deeply to hear of such loving care by an Alpha for a former faggot. The concern here is so deep and so thoughtful that I could cry if I considered it too deeply. When you think about all of the stupid “Alphas” out there tossing faggots aside after using them, to find an Alpha who mentors his former faggot to find its next assignment like a job coach is truly astounding. I’ve served incredible Alphas in my life, and none of them ever did anything like that for me! Dominic should be so very grateful for this level of attention!
But I was also fascinated by this virtual, on-camera cunting overseen by Master Aaron. I had to ask for more information from him, and he patiently obliged.
Yes, I watched Dominic get cunted on Facetime! I think it was Zoom actually, but that’s beside the point.
It was his new Alpha’s idea, though it grew out of the conversation we were having. We had talked about the faggot’s history, and he mentioned that I was, in fact, the only true Master the faggot has had. And I mentioned that it’s sometimes good to pass a faggot on in a shared cunting. We sort of left it there. But then he came back later with this idea to do it on cam. It was an interesting experience for me. It wasn’t particularly sexual, tho it was hot giving the fag instructions, and seeing him get used – but it was satisfying to see him enter the zone, and to pass him on. He was cunted. For one section he was tied and was being fucked. The camera was in his face. I saw his expression, the look in his eyes. He kept thanking me, over and over, which was extremely gratifying. And I got to tell him that he has a new Master. I saw the transfer take place, which was satisfying.
I don’t know if it gets any more beautiful or touching than that, folks. What faggot wouldn’t want to be owned by either of these powerful, insightful Alphas?
I thank Master Aaron for sharing this deeply personal story of carefully transferring ownership of his former faggot to a new owner, and for this new Master for claiming Dominic as part of his own Kingdom!
HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of my favorite aspects of running this site is my opportunity to converse with some of the most experienced and powerful Alphas on the planet, Men of overwhelming insight and depth. Sometimes I’m left speechless and shaking from conversations with them.
Master Aaron is definitely one of those Alphas. He’s a mature Master of faggots with a decisive confidence that gives him the upper hand in every encounter. But, inside the walls of his impenetrable fortress, lies the heart of a truly good Man who cherishes his faggots and seeks positive development and reinforcement in them. It touches me.
Master Aaron received a surprise the other day. An former faggot of his reached out and made contact again!
One of my previous faggots just got back in touch with me. He served me from when he was 19 to about 22. He was a wonderful faggot. Easy to be with, utterly submissive, would do anything to please, had endless energy and a seemingly insatiable appetite for cock. I remember on his 20th birthday, I arranged a gang fuck for him in a club that has since closed. He had cum leaking out of him, down his legs and into his converse trainers. They stank of cum after that, and I would make him wear them everywhere.
Something happened that was never fully clear to me at the time, some family friend discovered what he was up to, and either wanted to use him, or did use him, or threatened to out him. The faggot was distraught about it, whatever it was, and wanted to take a break. He ultimately decided to embrace straight life, and a couple of years later moved to California to work for some tech company. It was a real shame. I knew it wasn’t a path that would make him happy, but I had already let him go, so it wasn’t my place to comment.
You can hear the pride in Master Aaron’s “voice” while describing the faggot, can’t you? This I can say for sure: there is nothing in the world that recharges the power of a Man more than a skilled and obedient faggot! This is especially true when the Man is the Owner and trainer of the faggot!
But then again, how sad is it that this incredible faggot retreated from the safety of a god like Master Aaron and into a sham life as a straight male? It’s heartbreaking to me! If there is any one thing I really want to prevent with this website, it’s faggots living fake heterosexual lives due to shame and fear.
Which then made Master Aaron’s next statement hurt even more:
Well, it seems he reads your site. He saw the posts about myself, Master Michael and the faggot Shane, and decided to get back in touch. He is currently living that difficult double life – living straight, but serving as faggot in clubs and with groups. He doesn’t currently have an Alpha. But if you know anyone over in San Francisco who wants to use him, I can put them in touch. I can share pictures of him (pg only – and they are NOT to be made public). It’s what he needs.
Master Aaron sent me a number of pics of the faggot, and it is indeed a little cutie! It’s not locked or anything, but it has gained some experience dressing as a female (probably passable given what I’ve seen). So this might be an opportunity for a California-based Alpha to sample some of Master Aaron’s finest vintage faggot service!
That’s what the greatest Alphas do – they till the earth and plant seeds to grow into blessings for other Men. They create life from lifelessness, bounty out of dearth.
And as for my dear Master Aaron, his cup runs over with Godhood.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I posted the recent article about Master Aaron’s plan to break his faggot Shawn’s resistance to submit, I pulled back on my commentary. I’ve received so much hate for my stance on rough use/rape of faggots over the last year that I hesitated to say what I really thought – that Master Aaron needed to forcefully take Shawn. I didn’t want to hear catcalls about being a fag rape advocate.
But fortunately a faggot named Brandt provided a perfect example of what I was thinking.
I can relate to what you think Shawn is going through. I was in a long relationship that did not have a clear Alpha or Faggot. The reasons it fell apart were many but afterwards I had time to think. I knew I was a faggot but I wasn’t quite ready to embrace being a Faggot.
I started getting close to a man I respected a great deal. After a while, he told me he was an Alpha and he thought I would make a good Faggot for him. How he described the training he would give me was like what I had always dreamed of. Cocksucking, proper bottom etiquette, obedience, total acceptance of him as my Alpha and myself as his sub Faggot, etc. I agreed, and the training was incredible. I exceeded his expectations, but privately I was looking at it more as fun and games. I had a hard time accepting that I really was all these “unmanly” things he was training me to be.
I started feeling like I couldn’t be a man and a Faggot, and I started to rebel, talk back, and fight. Finally he had had enough, and called me into the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. He said he was giving me one last chance to show him I was serious about serving him, or he was going to cut me loose.
He told me to get on the bed, then he overpowered me and raped me. Held me down and pounded my throat and my ass, over and over. When he was done I was covered in sweat and his cum, and he said, “Faggot, you want more?” Without a second thought I said, “Yes.” He said, “Good. No more questions about who the Alpha is and who the Faggot is, got it? Now get over here and suck my cock.”
Eight years later I’m still his Faggot, and more of a faggot than ever. I realized how comfortable I was with everything I did for him, and I was still a man no matter what. I was man enough to serve my Alpha and make him very happy, and I was very happy doing it, and that’s what was important. I didn’t have to answer to anyone else’s definition of a man. I am finally my authentic self.
Maybe just be honest with Shawn and tell him your thoughts as you wrote them here. I’d guess you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on in his head. Let him know you want to make sure being your Faggot is what he truly wants, that you don’t want to invest so much in him if he thinks it’s all a game.
He sounds like a good Faggot, he just needs to give himself permission to be one.
This is perfect advice. The example Brandt uses from his own life is proof that faggots need to be shaped by rough, aggressive use and training. This is especially vital when a faggot is fighting the training it receives.
Sometimes a faggot needs to be slapped awake and to attention. It’s shocking that even some military Alphas don’t recognize that basic truth.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In the last update from Master Aaron, his faggot Shawn had been broken significantly with a series of assaults to its facade of hetero-normitivity. It was a rather brutal update (I encourage you to read it for yourself), but it really shows how deeply Masters Aaron and Michael thinks about faggot training.
And it appears their work is paying off.
I don’t think faggots need to put their nature on display for everyone, I think it can hold a faggot back if they compartmentalise too much, and have a very clean division between regular life and fag life. Blurring the lines a little can be incredibly powerful. Shawn does seem to be coming along at internalizing his faghood. There’s still resistance, but I’m confident it will break. He was born to be on his knees.
Speaking of which, his cocksucking is vastly improved. His hunger for cock was always there, but his technique and his range of skills is growing. Most importantly, though, he is deepthroating cock in a way that he couldn’t just a few weeks ago. And he’s eager to show me any advances that he makes.
I suggested that he invite his father to his college show. I got the clear sense that he’s worried he’s going to get outed, but he’s agreed to invite him, so we’ll see how that goes.
Those are all great things to hear!
However, it was that last line that made me curious. Master Aaron insisting that the faggot’s father show up for a gathering with his Masters seems ripe for confrontation and revelation. Would Shawn do it?
Of course!
Faggot’s father accepted the invitation to come to London to see the college show – but only after he was told there’d be a hotel room for him that he didn’t have to pay for. He’s a piece of shit lol. I’ve booked a room in the hotel where Master Michael and I first cunted the fag. It’s not until the end of March, so we have time to work out exactly how we want that to go.
Had a low key bondage session with the faggot last night. Invited a couple of other Alphas to come and use him too. Just ball gag, a couple of types of wrist restraint, a spreader bar, and finally a sling. No torture, or wax, or pegs or anything like that. Didn’t want to freak him out. He handled it well.
Slowly but surely Masters Aaron and Michael are turning the screws on Shawn. There’s really no escape for the faggot at this point, only to rely on its Masters for support and guidance. They definitely know what they’re doing.
But notice Master Aaron’s comment about Shawn’s father: “He’s a piece of shit.” It sounds like there are two Alphas planning to train the father in a few months rather than his faggot son!
Should be interesting!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
So once Masters Aaron and Michael determined that their faggot Shawn was indeed a faggot, it was time to begin breaking Shawn’s deep-seated denial of his true faghood. There are a variety of different ways this can be accomplished, of course, but I was particularly interested in how Master Aaron might approach it (I have yet to speak with Master Michael). Master Aaron is very articulate and crafty, and he seems to be able to anticipate the specific needs of his faggots.
But what transpired blew me away. In fact, this is such an overwhelming use of Alpha power over a faggot’s body and mind that I felt like I was having a panic attack just reading it. Listen to Master Aaron:
Fun experience with the faggot yesterday.
His other Master is out of town again, so I took the fag to a fetish store in Soho at lunchtime. It was partly to get a ball gag and a collar for him, but there was also some training and humiliation to be involved. I was also going to make him buy them himself, and make some kind of reference to the cashier that they were going to be used on him because he’s a faggot. I think a faggot using that word about themselves to a stranger has quite a profound effect. Also being in that part of London during the day I figured would be a little exposing for him, so I had him dress a little provocatively.
We got into the store and I could tell he was nervous, which was delicious. I showed him a bunch of toys and explained, so that others could hear, how I could use them on him and what they would do. We looked at some porn (who actually buys magazines?) and I got him to say which positions and scenarios really appealed to him, and which he’d done. Then he went very quiet, and I realized that he was suddenly trying hard not to be seen (even though we were wearing masks). I glanced around and saw this older, feminine guy in the store. Turned out it was someone the faggot does work for. I think you know that the faggot gets paid to use his twitter and IG for product placements and to promote clothing brands. There’s a sporty London fashion label that he’s worn, and the guy in the store runs their promotions and marketing. The faggot was mortified about being seen, and about his worlds colliding like this. I could sense his panic. And the best thing to do with panic is to face it and push through. So I said that he should introduce me to the guy.
He was stunned but, obedient faggot that he is, he just resigned himself to it and nodded. I put my hand on his back a guided him over. Shane said hello. It took a second for the guy to recognise him, and then he just exploded with Oh my God, SHANE! Oh my God, I had no idea.’ Shane introduced me as Aaron, and for a second I thought he was going to bail on saying more. But then he added, ‘he’s my… he’s my Master.’ I was so proud of him for doing that. I could see the guy (Gideon) do the mental contortions to rethink what he thought he knew about Shane – that this straight, vain, gym-rat, alpha wannabe is actually a cock-worshipping faggot. Then he made this whole song and dance about how he’d never guessed that Shane was a slave (his word), but that now he knew it suddenly seemed very obvious.
Gideon then did a very interesting thing. He stopped addressing the faggot, and directed his conversation only to me. He’s not a fag himself – though he is quite feminine – but he understood the dynamic. But he suddenly treated the fag like it wasn’t even there. I was impressed. He asked how long I’d owned the slave – I corrected him to use the term fag – and whether he was experienced or if I was breaking him in. We discussed what the faggot had done so far, and it turned out that Gideon’s husband is an Alpha, and uses fags (though Gideon himself is not a fag), and he said that his husband would be thrilled to hear that Shawn was a faggot, as he’d seen pictures of him and had said that he wanted to use him.
So I said, call him, let’s make it happen. So we did. The faggot paid for the stuff. Then we went and got a coffee while Gideon made his call. And then we headed to their place to meet his husband who was leaving work early.
In my estimation, his husband (whose name I forget) isn’t actually an Alpha at all. He’s a top, certainly, and physically quite impressive, and boasts a decent 8 inches. He’s a good guy, and I’m sure he thinks he’s Alpha, but he’s doesn’t have the attitude and doesn’t take control. But we were there, and I said he could use my faggot, so that’s what he did. I had to take charge a little to get things started, but the faggot performed perfectly. He stripped, spread himself and displayed himself to the husband, got down to kiss and lick his feet. Then used his fag mouth on the guy’s cock, and then finally the guy took control and fucked and bred him. The fag struggled a bit with the thickness of the cock. He’s been stretching himself with dilators, but this guy was thicker than anything he’s had before. I wonder actually, if that’s why the guy uses fags, because his husband Gideon can’t take it? But Shawn made it through. I kept eye contact with him most of the time the husband was in him, assured him he could handle it, and reminded him that this is what he’s for. He could barely speak, but he managed a few ‘yes, sir’s’. Then when the husband was done, I took over. I fucked that cum further inside, and showed the husband how to really use a fag. I told him to bring Gideon back into the room to watch, so he could see the faggot getting bred, and so that Shawn would know that at least one person from his previous life had seen him being used. I made the faggot beg for my seed, and made him tell his audience what he is.
When we were done, we got a cab back to my place. I asked the faggot how it felt about what had happened. He said he’d felt a bit overwhelmed at the start, but that he had controlled his panic at seeing someone he knew, and that he was glad it had happened. He said that he would do anything for me, and that he’s lucky I’m his Master. I got him to talk through everything that had happened to him as a faggot that day, from getting dressed, to going to the store, to getting bred. (I noticed the cab driver turn his radio down a little bit to listen). And then I told him to suck my cock. So, in the back of the cab, he degraded himself on my cock. We got to my place and the cab driver waited until we were finished (London cabbies are good like that). I told the faggot to pay, and to tell the driver that he’s faggot (because I’d never got to get him to say it to the cashier in the store).
When he did, the driver just replied ‘I know you are, mate’.
That was a fun day.
We’re still considering the best way to address the faggot’s deeper psychological issues. But we have an idea. He’s been doing a graphics and design course at Central Stain Martins, and they have a public showcase of their work coming up, and I have half a mind to get him to invite his father. It might be a way for him to get some validation so he can start to let go of that need. And it could also be a way to see the guy first hand to get a sense of the man who shaped the faggot.
My first reply to Master Aaron was simply “MY. GOD.”
First of all, the planned part of the breaking process started by Master Aaron worked beautifully. But then it miraculously cascaded into an unexpected sequence of events that further degraded Shawn into a deeply submissive state. And, as any true Apex Alpha Master would do, Master Aaron used the impromptu events to his advantage.
Shawn really behaved beautifully under such pressure, I must admit. I’m pretty proud of my brother. It’s never easy being trained (or retrained) by a Master, and especially under the gun like this, but Shawn did well.
But I found this update interesting as well for what it reveals about the change in Master Aaron’s perspective and point-of-view. Notice that he rarely refers to Shawn by name in this update – he refers to him as “the faggot” mostly. Also, Master Aaron used the pronoun “it” quite frequently here for the first time in our conversations.
It really goes to show that an Alpha training his faggot changes both the faggot AND the Master in subtle and lasting ways!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The ongoing training of Shawn, the faggot owned by Masters Aaron and Michael, has recently taken a sudden right-turn. I’m just going to let Master Aaron explain it first:
I’m having an interesting experience with the faggot Shawn. I’ve come across this issue with faggots before, but it’s interesting how deep it seems to go with him, and I thought you might want to hear about it. And I’d be interested to hear your thoughts.
On the surface, everything seems to be going well with him. He’s doing his chores, and is carrying out the training regime. The fag’s cunt is nicely dilated. Still feels great, but he’s basically always ready to take cock. Master Michael and I have turned up at his flat unannounced to use him, and he was more than ready to comply.
His oral skills are getting a little better. His technique is much improved but he’s got a long way to go deal with his gag reflex. I want him to be able to throat properly before I start showing him off and sharing him properly. But he’s been shared with a couple of friends, and performed well. And he’s coped well with challenges and humiliations that have been thrown his way by Master Michael and myself.
But there is an issue.
My issue with him is a psychological one. I’ve known from the start that there was something a little off with him. His reframing of a consensual event as a rape was a red flag to me. But it’s bothered me more how quickly he has embraced things. He seems, in some way, too eager, too willing to please. Especially for someone who so recently was living as straight.
Master Michael and I have put him through some stuff. Grindr days, public toilets, some introductory bondage. And he’s met it all willingly. Which sounds like it should be something to celebrate. But in my experience, a single cunting does not a life-long faggot make. The lack of any kind of resistance implies there is something else going on.
So, we got a friend of Master Michael’s, David, to spend time with the faggot. As far as Shawn knew, this was arranged to give him some training in cleaning and douching from another fag (David isn’t actually a faggot, but that’s another story). But the real purpose was to get Shawn to drop his guard in the hope he might say things that he wouldn’t say to his Masters, and David is very good at talking to people, and very good at reading people.
And without realizing it Shawn revealed rather a lot.
Without getting into the full conversation, when asked about his role as a faggot, Shawn kept using phrases like ‘I can take anything’ and ‘I’ll do whatever’. He mentioned ‘zoning out’ when he’s being used, and described a couple of his humiliations as ‘challenges’.
There were other things that David noticed, and many things that Shawn said. But a clear picture has emerged of what’s going on with the faggot. He’s got himself into a headspace where he has dissociated. He has separated himself from his role as a faggot, almost as if he sees being a faggot as a part he is playing, in order to protect some other part of himself that is more masculine and ‘not a faggot’.
He sees his faggotry as not really his true, core self. Not who he really is.And worse, I think, he sees it as a challenge. He has, paradoxically, come to see it as proof of his masculinity. It seems that he is telling himself that a ‘real man’ can take all this and not be changed by it. That if he can be trained and used and degraded and not be affected by it, and still hold on to this other view of himself, then that is some sort of proof or validation of his masculinity. That fundamentally, though he playing out the role of being a faggot, he is in fact not a faggot at all.
I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance that must be causing for him.
But this is a problem for me and Master Michael. Because he could suck every cock in every toilet in Soho, and swallow all the cum in London, and he could be rutted from now until next Christmas – but if he doesn’t see himself as a faggot, then he doesn’t see me as his Master.
And that’s not good enough for me.
My challenge, and my gift to the faggot, is to find a way to make him embrace what he is.
So I did a little probing of my own. We took Shawn out to dinner on a ‘night off’, and got him to open up a little about his past.I’m no therapist, but I do know that a male’s sense of his self and his masculinity almost always comes from his relationship with his father. And Shawn’s is such cliche, it’s almost ridiculous. Shawn has a working class background. Small town. Not much money. His parent’s weren’t married, and his father was barely around when he was growing up. He was a ‘manly’ man, a professional football (soccer!) player for a while. But he was also, at times, a plumber, a factory worker and laborer. He’s a drinker, possibly an alcoholic. Usually in debt. And he is, and so it seems always has been, very dismissive of Shawn. When Shawn developed an interest in filmmaking and graphic design at a young age, his father asked him if he was gay. And he made it clear that he didn’t see it as real work. When Shawn first started dating girls, his father would ask what they saw in him, and if they couldn’t do any better. When he learned about Shawn’s instagram work, he was confused by it and said it was the kind of thing a faggot would do. But Shawn is desperate for his approval. Shawn wants to be seen by his father as a ‘man’. That is at the root, I think, of Shawn’s resistance to being a faggot. His father, who he craves validation from, defines Shawn as not being masculine. Shawn has a deep need to get his father to see him as a man. Which is why, I think, his instagram persona became so apparently alpha.
Shawn’s problem is that he is, in actual fact, a faggot. Someone his father would never validate. And that’s at the root of his dissociation.
As I said, I’ve come across faggots with similar issues before. But it seems to run very deep with Shawn. There’s possibly more to it. Time will tell.
My goal is to get the faggot to fully embrace his true self and to let go of this idea of who he thinks he wants to be. How that will be achieved isn’t clear yet, but I have some ideas. It’s partly an ego thing for me. I want to own him, body and mind. His body alone, though it is close to perfection, is not enough.
I’d love to hear your thoughts.
After reading this, I couldn’t help but think of myself in Shawn’s situation. I had a Dad who thought my creative endeavors were stupid and unmanly, and he largely ignored me during my formative years. However, unlike Shawn, I want nothing to do with my Dad and I don’t want his approval. And, unlike Shawn, I’ve never had any doubts about my faghood from the get-go.
I was concerned while reading Master Aaron’s account of Shawn’s identity struggle. I also knew the coming storm of conditioning and training being formulated in the minds of the two Masters that would break Shawn and force him to accept faghood.
Here’s why I was concerned: I have a fair amount of experience in Alpha latency. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anybody documenting it before I started identifying the issue. But Alpha latency involves deep psychological conditioning in which a natural-born Alpha is molded into serving as a faggot (for any number of reasons) and lives miserably as a faggot because it runs counter to what he truly is – an Alpha. The dissonance created by that identity struggle is real and can be quite intense.
I was worried that Shawn might be a latent Alpha. I didn’t want the Masters to proceed with breaking Shawn down until they could ascertain whether Shawn was really a faggot.
They agreed to try my little test. Here’s what happened:
He’s definitely a faggot.
We arranged to have another fag over for Shawn to use this evening. He said he was excited about it. Initially he seemed to be into the whole thing, but it gradually became apparent that it just wasn’t doing that much for him, and only really came alive again when he was presenting himself to us as a fag.
Afterward he apologised and asked if he’s let us down. I reassured him that no, I’m just trying to assess the full scope of his nature.
I know it’s just one encounter, but I’ve seen all I need to see. He’s a fag, his place is on his knees, and he knows it. I just want him to own it.
Boy, that made me feel better! Masters Aaron and Michael are Apex and truly powerful, and I didn’t want them tearing down parts of Shawn that were intrinsic to his nature. But now that their test has revealed that Shawn is a faggot living inside a phony Alpha veneer, that veneer can be broken and pulled apart through training and discipline.
I’m so glad there are careful, meticulous, and thoughtful Apex Alpha Masters like them out there helping faggots become the truest versions of themselves!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In my last post regarding the training of Shawn the faggot, I introduced you to one of the two Apex Alphas who own him. In it, Master Aaron proved himself to be a brilliant bi-sexual god who succinctly laid down the law with me and my communications with his faggot.
But I was so intrigued that I began to ask him for more information about himself. I’m so glad I did! One thing I’ve come to understand about Alphas in general is their affability and willingness to discuss aspects of their power. They want to share the truths they’ve learned during their reign, passing them to younger Alphas while perfecting them on their faggots.
So Master Aaron graciously told me about his use of faggots and how he ended up in a partnership (of sorts) with Master Michael.
I’m not sure what you want to know about myself and Master Michael. But we first met at a fuck party about 15 years ago. We ended up destroying a faggot together in a bedroom in a session that continued after many of the other guests had left. We were very much on the same wavelength and kept swapping out and passing the fag back and forth, edging for hours. When we eventually finished we didn’t plan to keep in touch, but some days later the fag got in contact with us through the party organiser, begging to be used again. In the second session it became obvious that we pushed each other further and built on each other’s ideas about what to do with the faggot. We decided it would be fun to do it again, and we’ve been using faggots together pretty much ever since.
I first came to understand the use of faggots when I was 15. There was a very particular, and I think unusual, combination of personalities among the boys at my school that allowed for a degree of experimentation between us. It was perhaps as a result of me being among them. I was, I suppose, the popular boy. Liked by teachers, popular with classmates. I was good at sports (was captain of the school football team – soccer, as you would call it – and ran cross-country for the school), I was smart, a good student. To an extent I was the class clown, when I wanted to be, but was never too disruptive. I was a charmer. And I was aware that there were girls – and boys – who wanted to be around me. I was also sexually adventurous, and a little ambiguous. I was influenced by punks, and New Romantics, so I would dress flamboyantly at times, and wore make up sometimes in a slightly confrontational way. I was comfortable in my skin, and didn’t feel that I needed to explain myself to anyone. I was rebellious, but not too rebellious. And I talked fairly openly about sex, and sexual matters. I had no embarrassment, for example, talking about how often I wanked at the weekend, or about having found some of my dad’s porn magazines in the garden shed.
Part of the result of this was, I think, that many of the other boys felt a little emboldened to experiment. Many of my male friends experimented with each other. Far more than one would usually expect. But perhaps I’m wrong about that. I was also physically more of a presence than the other boys. I was the tallest, and in the changing rooms it was obvious that I was very well endowed. I hit puberty first (something I hid for a while, by never getting fully naked in the changing rooms until I noticed other boys catching up). I had girlfriends before other boys in my friend group did.
Lots happened with other boys. Jerking off together behind the caretaker’s shed at school was fairly common when we went for ‘a smoke’ during breaks. I also had friends back to my house, and we played computer games in my bedroom. I’d talk openly about my ‘wank sock’ which was under my bed, and I used to wipe up cum after I’d jerked off. Several of my friends used the same sock in my bedroom after we’d cum together. And a few of my friends gave me head, usually while others were in the room watching. It was a charged time. Hormones were going crazy.
But my first real faggot was a friend called Nick. I was always vaguely aware that there was something different about him, and that we shared some understanding that most of the other boys didn’t understand. While they were playing, and experimenting, and were well on their way to a hetero-normative future, we seemed to recognise that there was something more serious and more lasting about what we were doing. Nick was a bad boy, often in trouble at school, more rebellious than me (he had an older brother who was very conservative), and in any other context I would have assumed he was straight.
But Nick was the first person to swallow my cum, and he was the first person I fucked. We had fallen into a pattern of going to my house during lunch breaks – I lived very close to school. We’d play computer games, copy each other’s homework if we needed to, smoke, and almost invariably we would jerk off together. More than once he had sucked my cock. I had decided that I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to be fucked, but to my surprise, he brought it up before I did. The first time was fairly uneventful. We fumbled around, I entered him, he found it difficult but wanted to carry on. I think he had tried to prepare himself, but I’m not sure. I fucked him, came in him. It felt good. It felt great. There was no talk of him fucking me. We both knew that wasn’t in the cards.
We did it a couple more times over the next week or so. Each time, so far as I recall, nothing was said while we fucked, and he was on his front on my bed, and I was on top of him. But the third or fourth time we fucked, we started on the floor, again with him lying on his front. But I pulled him up to be on his hands and knees. At first we fucked in silence, but then he just said that it felt so good. And I decided to voice something that I had been thinking. I said ‘you know what you are?’ he said ‘what?’ And I told him he was my wank sock. We both knew what that meant. He was just a way for me to mop up cum. A shudder went through him and he let out a simple ‘oh’. Almost a whimper. I kept fucking him. And then he said in a small voice that he liked me cumming in him. Everything changed in that small exchange. I wasn’t just fucking him. I owned him. We both knew it. I was, in some way, in full control. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped. I pounded into him in a way I hadn’t before. I asked if he liked the feeling of my cock in him and he said yes. I pushed his face down into the carpet and fucked him like that. I got a bit rough. He said he wanted to stop. I didn’t. I kept fucking until I came.
Then I pulled out and stood up. He looked at me. He was on the verge of tears. I said that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? He nodded. We kept meeting up, and each time I used him. I was gradually getting rougher and more dominant with him. At school we still acted like friends, though we both started to joke in front of other people that he was my sock. Nobody quite knew how to take it, or if we were being serious. I think, actually, that Nick had feelings for me and saw it as a relationship and on some level wanted people to know about it. But feelings are confusing when you’re that age, so it’s hard to say.
While all that was going on, there was another boy who wasn’t part of my main friend group who often tried to find ways to talk to me. His name was Lincoln. He hadn’t been part of the jerk off sessions, and had never been to my house, but he had asked a couple of times if it was true that I had fooled around with certain people. Our friend group overlapped, and I guess people talk. I had never fully admitted anything to him, but I never denied it either. One evening I was walking home – I had a paper round, delivering evening newspapers for pocket money – and Lincoln appeared, riding his bike. I’m not sure if he had been looking for me specifically, but thinking back, he probably was. He asked if it was true about what me and Nick did. I said it depended what he thought we did. We ended up cutting across a junior school playground to get home (this was the 80s, and schools weren’t the fortresses they are now). We went into the bike shed and ended up jerking each other off. I said he should come to my house next time I was there with Nick, and he said okay.
I hadn’t told Nick, and he was nervous about doing anything with Lincoln there. But I talked him into it, and so I fucked Nick while Lincoln watched. Lincoln didn’t speak, I think he was shocked. It was, I imagine, quite a brutal sight. I invited Lincoln to fuck Nick, too, but he didn’t want to do anything with either of us, which pissed me off a little, and pissed Nick off a lot. I think Nick felt used, and a bit exposed. And was worried that Lincoln was going to tell everyone what he’d seen. But then a couple of weeks later, Lincoln asked to come again to ‘do stuff’. This time I felt it was better if Nick wasn’t there. And this time, when we got to my bedroom Lincoln asked me to do to him what I did to Nick. He was very eager, and stripped in front of me. He submitted himself to me completely. He was masculine, a very boyish boy, but suddenly in front of me he was this faggot begging to be used. He got on his knees and said he wanted to suck me. There was a desperation in him that shocked me. I’m not sure what experience he had previously, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. He got on his hands and knees and presented himself to me. When I fucked him he whimpered the whole time. And after I’d cum in him he jerked off in front of me. He made eye contact with me the whole time, and debased himself for me. I felt so powerful. He shuffled over to me on his knees so that he could have my cock in his mouth when he came. I pushed him off my cock and slapped him. He stared at me, shocked. Then moved back to carry on sucking. I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how pathetic he was. He came, and then he left. He gathered up his stuff and got out of there as quickly as he could.
He avoided me at school for the remainder of the year, but I would often catch him watching me. It wasn’t until the last couple of weeks at school that I got him aside and told him we were going to go to the toilets and he was going to suck my cock. He didn’t try to resist. He just nodded and headed off to the toilets. He sucked me and swallowed me. I remember watching him, knowing that he would do anything I told him to do. I enjoyed what he was doing, but part of me pitied him. When he’d finished I told him to say thank you, and he did. He moved to kiss me and I pushed him away and held him against the wall. He was trembling. He fumbled at his jeans and I think he wanted to jerk off in front of me, but I shook my head. He stopped. With tears in his eyes he asked me not to tell anyone. That was the last time we actually spoke. Him asking me to not tell anyone that he’d just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.
Interestingly, he’s now married with kids, and still lives in the same area, and has the same group of friends. I wonder if any of them have any experiences with him. I carried on with Nick until my parents decided to move to a different town when I was almost 17. We eventually lost touch. I moved to Spain for a few years, and then returned to the UK. Nick has struggled a bit, I think. He was single for a long time, and I know he often frequented gay clubs in the area. But he now has a younger wife, from overseas. My guess is, he is still a faggot, but still needs to project some kind of normalcy into the world.
Those two were my first experience using faggots. Nick was a faggot who knew that his place was to please me, and Lincoln was a faggot who need to debase himself and, on some level, I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy him. I still do. Obviously over the years, things have deepened and developed, but that’s where it began for me, with those two.
What I find so remarkable about this account is how clearly you see Master Aaron’s gradual acceptance and rapid expansion of his power over the course of those two years in school. It’s amazing what a taste of real power does to natural-born Alphas!
From there, our conversation turned to owning and training faggots. Master Aaron mentioned some of his techniques:
Just to answer a couple of your questions quickly, when it comes to discipline, I have found that tying a faggot up and leaving them untouched is often the best form. Doing anything degrading or humiliating can often lead to more bad behaviors, as the faggot craves the extra attention that being disciplined brings. Like with a dog, when they’re crying the best thing to do is ignore them – and that way they learn that cry doesn’t get them attention. Fags misbehaving should be made to feel frozen out. Having said that, sometimes a faggot needs to be put in its place in a clear, abrupt, physical manner – but I have had to do that on very, very few occasions.
A trick I love for training fags is to video them, or make them video themselves, with strangers. Then I get them to show me the video, and talk it through, talk about what they did and how it felt. And they should sometimes be allowed to jerk off to images or video of themselves being used. I’ve never really been a fan of chastity, because I don’t like the way the devices look.
Shawn is still alive. He has been reprimanded, and I now have keys to his car and his flat, and I have taken away most of his clothes. He’s also now taking Prep, and I have him using anal dilators to start to stretch him out properly, and he has a training regimen for learning to throat. He served as a fag for a period before, as you know, but he either wasn’t trained well or didn’t really pay attention. He’s very eager, but his skills are lacking, and I want him to know what he’s doing before we start taking him to clubs. That’s a way off, though. He doesn’t know this yet, but he’s going to have a Grindr weekend, where he will take cock from literally anyone who wants to use him, while his Masters watch. That’s usually quite an experience for a faggot. Less emotionally affecting than a cunting, but they can be quite effective.
The video idea was something new. I know that Alphas will often force their faggots to watch themselves getting fucked in a mirror, but the video method provides an intriguing element of blackmail to the mindfucking mix.
I mentioned this to him, and he elaborated further:
You’re correct about the use of denial. It’s such simple psychology that I have trouble understanding why some Alphas don’t understand it.
I have the faggot using a simple, medical dilation kit for now, so that he can do the early stages himself. They’re recommended by a friend of mine in the US who is a rectal surgeon. I’m familiar with the chopstick/rod technique, which is excellent for gradually widening the pussy, but it can be tricky to keep the rods bound together and it usually has to be done by someone else. Shawn will certainly be going through that process, though. I find buttplugs to be largely pointless for dilation.
It’s an interesting question as to what the ideal pussy can take, and I wonder if faggots have a different preference than Alphas. Personally, I like a fag to still have some tightness in its cunt. I want to know that the faggot is feeling it when I fuck, and I want tightness around my cock. Fags with gaping holes are no fun to fuck. But I also want a fag to be able to take cock at a moment’s notice. There’s a sweet spot between too tight, and too wide. Master Michael and myself have the same taste in that regard.
Fag Shawn, at the moment, is too tight. But in a few weeks he’ll be just perfect. I also want him to work out a little less as he’s a little too muscular, and he really needs to improve his mouth techniques. I may just lock him in my basement with some dildos until he can hold one in his throat without gagging.
You’re entirely correct about the hint of blackmail in the video technique. I enjoy threats of exposure, and with video the threat is implied.
After this, Master Aaron asked me about disciplinary techniques my previous Masters used on me, and I mentioned being locked in a closet and forced to watch a Master fuck his girlfriend. That led Master Aaron to add more insight:
A faggot should absolutely be a service animal. But I must admit, I do sometimes enjoy a little resistance. Like seasoning in food, it can turn something good into something great – but too much can ruin everything.
I like that idea of locking a faggot in a closet and making them watch real sex. Master Michael has a similar story from years ago, of making a faggot (a roommate of his at the time) wait under his bed while he went out, picked up a girl and came home and fucked her.
The fag has gone to be with his family in Wales for Christmas, but we made sure he was carrying loads in him when he left, and he has been instructed to video himself eating his own cum each day that he’s away. He’s already sent the first one, and I’m extremely pleased. I thought him being away from his new situation, he might start to try to revert back to his old alter-ego, but he seems to be embracing his new position in life.
I must tell you that speaking with Master Aaron over the last couple of weeks has been a true highlight of this year. His depth of knowledge, his undeniable power, and his flawless instincts have just left me in awe and gratitude!
There will be much more from his great King in the future, and I’m hoping to hear from Master Michael someday as well!
Hierarchy Is Truth!
This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Faggots often have disturbing tendencies to be overly dramatic, tell half-truths, and downright lie. I honestly think it’s part of the fallen nature of the faggot, this need to be dramatic, tragic, and attention-grabbing.
It’s one of the great challenges of running a site like this. I’m always trying to distill the nuggets of truth buried in some of the hyperventilating stories faggots tell me.
I was told a powerful story the other day by a faggot named Shawn. It involved his missed opportunity with an Alpha named Nathan, and his subsequent taking by two Alphas named Aaron and Michael. In the original telling of the story by Shawn, Aaron and Michael were an Alpha couple who then proceeded to “rape” Shawn in a hotel room.
It was hot and thrilling like the best faggot stories often are. And, sadly, it turns out to be partially untrue.
You see, Master Aaron contacted me after I published the story, and he was quite perturbed by the tall tale Shawn told me. There were certain aspects that were correct, but other details were incorrect or missing altogether.
So Master Aaron demanded that I publish his correction memo on Shawn’s original tale:
I’m a little shocked that my delinquent faggot has been sharing his story with you, but i wanted to make a couple of things clear and I want you to make this clear on your site.
First, as he has explicitly stated himself, his first encounter with an alpha was consensual, and did NOT involve force. He has said himself since, several times, that he gave himself willingly. The Alpha involved is a friend of mine and he knew what he was doing, they both did. The fag may choose to frame it that way at times to add some psychological distance from what he agreed to do, and he may be titilated by the fantasy that force was involved, but he was not raped. And in our re-enactment, it was clear that he was a more than willing participant in this game that so many fags choose to play.
Secondly, and this is far less important, but I choose to clarify it – myself and Master Michael are not a couple. We use faggots together and we are very much of a mind when it come to what to do with them and how to use them. And the possibilities become much more interesting with the two of us. But Master Michael is straight, and married (and his wife is fully aware of his involvement in this lifestyle), and though I am broadly bisexual, I do not form romantic relationships with men.
Faggot Shawn has a lot to learn, and a long way to go. I appreciate your involvement in his evolution, and in his acceptance of his position in life, but I advise you to be more careful in what you post and to take the position that faggots often re-imagine or re-interpret events to fit a narrative they are still struggling with.
But yes, his cunting was a glory to behold, and his tears tasted like heaven. It’s nothing, though, compared to what we have in store for him.
You can just feel the power coursing through this well-written letter, can’t you? The focus, the careful and forceful way Master Aaron makes his points … it definitely got my attention!
And honestly, the situation is now even more intriguing to me than it was before.
Master Michael being straight and taking an interest in the development and ownership of faggots with Master Aaron is exciting because it is something of an unusual occurrence. It’s not unheard of, but the manner by which this training is happening is certainly unique.
I pressed Master Aaron for more details about them, but he said he was waiting for me to print the above semi-retraction. However, he did add this about our errant brother Shawn:
The faggot Shawn isn’t particularly complex. He still has some resistance to his nature, which is to be expected considering his history. He’s identified with an image of himself – an image that has provided income and self-worth – and he has lived as a straight man for quite some time. His acceptance of his true self won’t happen all at once. That’s not an uncommon thing. But by varying his experiences, pushing his boundaries when we feel it’s right, making him feel safe and secure when we feel he needs it, we’ll mold him into the perfect faggot. He wants to please, that’s without question. And physically he’s quite beautiful, so he will be fun to share and easy to whore, if we take him down that route.
I thought this extra tidbit was significant because it points to what I believe drives many Alphas to take on projects like Shawn. Given that Shawn is beautiful and hiding behind a façade of hetero-normativity, Alphas enjoy the challenge of exposing the faggot hiding within and breaking it down. When successfully broken, such challenges are like trophy slaves decorating the walls of an Alpha’s life.
There is no doubt that Masters Aaron and Michael are more than up for the challenge! I’m looking forward to speaking further with these two powerful Alpha Masters! And hopefully Shawn is ready to start obeying them!
This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
You might recall the incredible introductory post about how Shawn, a faggot from Great Britain, took my advice and reconnected with an Alpha he failed to serve years ago. At the end of that post, Shawn indicated that this Alpha had made arrangements for an Alpha couple to meet up with Shawn.
Alpha couples are something of a rarity in both the gay world and (especially) in Alphas who recognize Hierarchy. I don’t know why that is, honestly. After all, why wouldn’t a gay Alpha be attracted to another superior gay Alpha? However, in my experience these kinds of couplings are the exception rather than the norm.
But this I do know about Alpha couples – they act very much like Alpha packs when it comes to owning and using faggots!
The latest extraordinary piece of evidence of this comes from Shawn’s stunning experience from meeting this Alpha couple this past weekend. I’ll let you listen to him tell it:
So yeah it was the two guys I told you about in the other email. They had said they wanted to meet for a drink again. I almost put it off because I have some work stuff to take care of, but I remembered that I should put them first and I want to impress so I said sure.
We went to a bar in a hotel in the West End. The hotel is the Saint Martin’s Lane Hotel. It’s pretty nice. I’ve stayed there before I moved to London and it’s where my first master, Nathan, met with me and raped me. It’s a popular bar and a pretty nice hotel so I didn’t realise at first that they knew about my history there. So we went for a drink and talked a little bit, they asked more about my life generally. I kept expecting them to send me to the restroom to do stuff but they didn’t. They got me to talk dirty a little bit and say that I wanted cock and cum, and they made me say it when people might hear but it was a loud bar and I don’t think anyone did.
Then they said they had booked a room in the hotel and we were going to go upstairs. When we got into it I was a bit shocked to be honest. It wasn’t the same room I’d been raped in but all the rooms there have a similar vibe and it took me back a little bit. Then they got me to talk about what happened before and they got me to describe it. I was a bit shocked by that and I started to get upset at first. Then they told me to start to strip down and keep talking about it. It was really difficult for me but I started to think about it happening to someone else and it made it easier to do.
They got me to suck them both and made me say my name while I had cock in my mouth. Then while I was sucking Aaron, Michael crouched down and called me a faggot and told me to call myself a faggot and he spat in my face while I was sucking. Then he made me suck him. They grabbed my hair and pulled me from cock to cock and held me on cock and made me choke. I was almost crying.
Then they got me to get onto the bed and spread my ass cheeks so they could inspect me, and then they made me beg to be fucked. They made me say it over and over again and say I am a faggot and they made me shout it. They made me shout my name and say i was nothing but a faggot and beg for cock and then i started crying.
Then they fucked me. They took turns with me on the bed at first and then got me onto this footstool on my back and then just got me to bend over the side of an armchair and Aaron pulled my head back and made me watch myself in the mirror while they fucked me. they made me beg for cum again and while i was doing that i started to cry again and then started to really sob. Michael told me to let it all out and i did. They kept fucking me and it felt like it took forever and at some point i sort of zoned out and i just got really calm and i started saying ‘fuck me’ and begged them to use me and i really meant it. They came in me. Michael came first and then he watched Aaron fuck me. While he was watching he called room service and ordered some stuff.
When Aaron had cum in me they put on robes and told me to stay naked on the bed. They told me that when room service was delivered i had to stay there on show. When the waiter came he saw me and tried to avoid eye contact, but i stayed there like i was told. After he left Michael said that next time they would expect me to tell the waiter what had been done to me.
After that we talked a little bit more and i was little bit out of it. They asked if i could stay the night in the room but i wasn’t sure and they said it was okay and i could leave, but they wanted me to leave my underwear, socks and t-shirt and just wear my jeans, jacket and trainers home. so i did. i crashed as soon as i got home then woke up at like 4am and just felt so horny and jerked off at the window hoping someone might see me.
And anyway that’s what happened!
That’s one hell of an experience! I can understand why he was so zoned out after being cunted and broken down this way!
But you can see here how this Alpha couple act just like an Alpha pack with a faggot. There is fraternal one-upsmanship happening here, a sort of competition between Alphas over who can break the faggot more thoroughly. The cruelty of Alpha packs is evident in this experience, too, as this Alpha couple used Shawn’s rape to break him down and make him more useful to them.
And Shawn’s reaction to it all is notable – he woke up in the middle of the night starving for more and masturbating over the previous night’s experience.
I’ve said it a billion times here – Alpha must use faggots very aggressively – almost cruelly, brutally – in order to release the faggot from its shell and free it to become what it was born to be. This Alpha couple knew the truth, and skillfully used their power to free Shawn.
And Shawn is more beautiful and peaceful today because of it.
Hierarchy Is Truth!
This post is part of a thread following Ben, a young Alpha who is learning how to manipulate and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I can’t imagine what it’s like to be Alpha. To be a superior Man, approached constantly and offered service at every turn. I guess it would be nice eventually, but as an Alpha is growing up, that type of adoration can be confusing and even irritating.
I constantly have Alphas on Twitter asking me why a faggot acted a certain way because they’re genuinely baffled by some of the behavior they see. Hell, I’m a faggot and I’m often baffled!
One recent episode involving a young Alpha named Ben illustrates not only the bizarre behavior of some faggots, but how Alphas can use that to their advantage.
Here’s what Alpha Ben wrote to me:
Hi, I’m looking for some insight into the mind of a faggot.
At the beginning of last week, on Valentine’s day, I got a message through at about 11:30pm from a guy I’ve known for a little while now. We’ve never met in person and have never really had much to do with each other, we were only introduced virtually when a mutual friend added us both to a group chat with a bunch of other guys. His initial message was just a simple ‘Hey’ and nothing else. I replied back asking by asking how he was doing not really expecting much in response but it did strike me as being curious that he randomly struck up a conversation for the first time ever at 11pm on Valentine’s day of all days. Not thinking much of it I waited for him to respond, it kept showing that he was typing on and off for about 20 minutes before going offline without ever replying. I thought it was a bit strange but shrugged it off and went to bed.
The following morning, I wake up to find a new message from him apologising for the night before and asking me how I was. I replied and told him I was good, he then asked me how my Valentines day was and that he hoped it had been better than his, explaining he’d spent the day alone (again), and that he was sure ‘a guy like me’ must have had plans with someone. I told him I didn’t usually bother with valentines day as I’m not looking for a relationship and I know I can get good sex whenever I want it from some of my regular hook-ups. He then started to compliment me, saying how he admired my confidence and that life must be great for ‘guys like you’. He told me he understands why guys want to keep hooking up with me and said he’s sure I’m great in bed.
At this point it’s becoming pretty clear to me that he’s after more than the usual, generic chat to pass the time so I asked him outright if there’s something he wanted to ask me. Again, he goes back to typing, then deleting, then typing again before he flashes up as being offline halfway through our conversation. So I’m getting pretty annoyed with him constantly asking questions, making comments about me and then disappearing halfway through a conversation. I messaged him back telling him he was pissing me off and that if he wanted to talk he needed to cut playing games and get to the point. He didn’t come back online for the rest of the day but, again, when I woke up the next morning he had apologised for the night before and he said he did have something to ask me but he wasn’t sure how I’d take it. So I told him to just ask me and if I didn’t want to answer, I wouldn’t…simple as that.
So it turns out that all along he’d wanted to ask me if I’d ever had ‘kinky sex’. He wanted to know if I had any fetishes/kinks and if I’d ever acted on them. Now I’m quite an open person about my sexuality (I’m Gay) and about my likes/dislikes so I replied and told him that I have several fetishes/kinks etc… and asked why he wanted to know. By this point I’m almost convinced this guy is a genuine fag, judging from the way he kept on complimenting me and praising me, how he seemed to be scared/nervous to speak directly with me and kept waiting until the middle of the night when I was offline to respond and ask his questions.
By my nature I’m quite a dominant person, in my personal and professional life I like to take control, when I speak people listen to me and usually fall in line, people turn to me for advice and guidance etc… I’ve had sexual partners that engaged in dom/sub but for them it was always roleplay, it was just a fantasy whereas for me it was my reality. It has always felt ‘right’ that I’m on top and in charge and something was always missing from those encounters where it never felt like my partner’s submission was genuine. There have been times, however, where I have felt that a guy was genuinely submissive by nature judging by how he has approached and treated me, almost with deference and a respect that felt like it was more than just respect for a work colleague or friend. I have quite often taken advantage of that professionally and personally, getting those guys to buy me drinks, food, run errands and pick up work for me, all done without hesitation, question or the expectation of getting something in return. I’ve never taken the relationship with these subs beyond day to day errands and simple things that make my life easier, though I’ve always suspected I could make more use of them and they wouldn’t question it, because they’re work colleagues or friends of friends and I can’t be bothered with them developing an attachment that I then have to deal with at work or when I’m trying to socialise with my mates.
This guy and his messages, however, is different. I don’t work with him and we never meet up socially with our mutual friends. He told me he was, in his words, ‘a sissy boy’ who liked to be dressed up, degraded and humiliated…just as I had suspected, a fully fledged faggot. I didn’t respond immediately as I wanted to see if and how he would approach me now that we both knew who was in charge, it took a little while but a few hours later he came back and asked me if I was still there, addressing me as Sir. Since then we’ve been messaging regularly, he keeps telling me how he can’t stop thinking about serving me and that he wants to be useful but it seems as though, despite him seeking me out and taking the decision (unprompted) to acknowledge that he is inferior to me, he still hasn’t accepted and come to terms with his position in life.
It’s been less than two weeks since he first approached me and I’ve already had him run errands for me, pay for my shopping, he’s offered himself up for me to use and release my frustration etc… Having said that, there are days when he doesn’t respond to messages and there are times when it’s almost as though he gets embarrassed and tries to pretend he’s not just been running my errands all day before getting face-fucked in the evening and that the whole he’s not submissive at all, it’s almost like indignation that he’s being treat that way, and then the next day he’s back to being a submissive little slut who won’t stop apologising for his earlier behaviour. It’s like he wants to submit but can’t bring himself to actually do it. My instinct tells me this is his first time submitting, or wanting to submit, and that he needs to be broken before he will accept his true nature. I’m minded to stop going so easy on him and start teaching him the true meaning of submission, respect and discipline as I’m sick of messing around with him.
Thoughts?
I replied this way:
First of all, your situation demonstrates the absolute truth of Hierarchy. You’re a gay Alpha, yet you view faggots and Hierarchically-inferior males exactly the same as straight Alphas. That’s important to note here, because your approach to the issue is the same either way.
You’re absolutely correct, Sir – this faggot hasn’t fully accepted that it is a faggot. It’s nature is pushing it to accept this, but its pride and self image are resisting. Many people fall into this trap, which leads only to emptiness and unfulfillment.
This faggot will only find fulfillment serving as your owned property.
I’m glad to hear that you are using it for errands and breeding/feeding it already, Sir. Those are important first steps, especially the regular cum loads. Your cum is very powerful as a mind control delivery system, and the more you give it, the more control you gain over the faggot.
But given that the faggot hasn’t fully surrendered to you, that can only indicate that it is afraid. So here’s where you must implement your natural Alpha power and authority, Sir. You need to get inside the faggot’s head and reassure it that serving you is its purpose, and that you want it to fully submit to you so that you can care for its needs and train it properly.
Here’s what I suggest as a first step: Make the faggot strip naked and kneel. Stand over it and look down at it. Make it hold your gaze. Then I want you to get the faggot to admit out loud that it is a faggot. Not a “yes” answer, but have it repeat “I am a faggot, Sir.” Then tell it you are proud of it, saying “good boy” or “good faggot” while stroking its hair. Tell it that you want to own it completely. Then have it repeat “I am YOUR faggot”, which is a psychologically different thing for it to admit. Praise it again. After that, breed it.
You might need multiple sessions like this, always with the emphasis that the faggot needs to relinquish control and surrender itself to you.
Further steps I’d recommend involve a chastity cage, because you caging your faggot is similar in meaning (to a faggot) as collaring – it’s like a wedding ring for a faggot. Psychologically, the cage (or collar) emphasizes the inferiority of the faggot and its owned status. You also might want to move the faggot into your home in order to deepen its need to constantly serve your needs.
I haven’t heard from Alpha Ben yet to see if he was able to implement what I suggested. But I think it’s important to note a couple of things.
1. Faggots aren’t going to confuse Alphas for long. The game playing is only going to force them to use more aggressive means to break a faggot down.
2. Alphas have the patience and confidence to wait. Faggots twist themselves into incoherency trying to process their feelings, but Alphas are able to wait out a faggot and strike at the right moment.
3. Faggots really need Alphas to take control of them and their behavioral issues. Without that guidance, faggots become feral and lost.
I really hope Alpha Ben manages to rope this faggot and subdue it. It’s truly the natural order of things, and by conquering this faggot Alpha Ben will not only change the faggot’s life, but his as well.
This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Nobody alive understands Hierarchy as well or as deeply as Master Dino. He lived it in his life as a straight Alpha, so when it came time to claim his first faggot (now fagwife Jamie), he was already agreeable to the precepts of Hierarchy. And in the years since then, he has built a large, Hierarchically-governed compound in the mountains where he teaches Alphahood to Men like his Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean, and faghood to the harem of faggots living/working there.
It’s like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, except it has a river of cum instead of chocolate, and the everlasting gobstoppers are the raging Alpha cocks searching for holes. And overseeing and directing it all is God Dino.
I’m regularly surprised at how intimately-involved God Dino is in the training and care of everyone at this Hierarchical Mecca. He trains and encourages the Alphas just as he trains and comforts the faggots. In Hierarchical terms, God Dino is literally God.
The arrival of Master Cal, an obvious straight Apex Alpha damaged by a loveless wife, presented God Dino with a chance to refine his Alpha training program. We’ve covered much of it on this site, and many of you have remarked about the subtle details of what God Dino is teaching Master Cal.
But no training I’ve ever known matches what God Dino did with Master Cal. It’s called “The Blessing Ceremony,” and it’s designed to create maximum desire in both Alphas and faggots.
Here’s Master Cal’s description of it:
This happened, I think, the second Sunday I was here. You know this Hierarchical stuff is almost a religion, especially here. Lol I thought this was a terrific answer to the question, Why are these fags SO loving and submissive to these particular Men? I see they are treated maybe a little better than your average fag but their owners are pretty high in Hierarchy and ‘society’ so that’s a part of it. However, a Man ain’t always teddybear huggable, you get Me. Clearly, faggots here are not abused in any way at all. They are sometimes used to exhaustion but not one will stop asking for use until it’s Master of that moment is finished. Loyal and hungry to a fault, yet unspoiled and definitely the hardest of workers. They care for 14 Boys, the youngest of which is about a year old, I think. They help mommy when she needs them. They clean this huge place and are on call for any Man not working or out that day. They never complain, they adore We Men. I was about to discover one of the reasons why.
It was one Sunday morning. I was summoned by God to His Sanctuary. He still scared Me shitless then. (Still does. Lol) I went in. Pop was naked and hard in His bed. I sat on one side as he explained that every Sunday morning before breakfast He or Chad, Dean, or Tank ‘blessed’ the faggots. Pink faggot came in and crawled up on Pop’s huge bed and knelt between His knees. “What is your request, sweet pinkfaggot?” Pop asked. “Yes Sir, please Sir, could, would you personally use me more often? I love you Master! I love you so much Master!”
Then Pop took faggots ears, pulled it up and kissed it and told it yes. Then Pop pulled pinky’s head down and she swallowed His cock! Pop can bust on cue most times and as soon as she hit bottom Pop started feeding her. When it was over she thanked Him and left.
You get the idea. Almost any faggot request is granted, if possible. That Sunday was Tank’s. Since He is gone it became My Sunday. What a fucking RUSH! I thought it would be damned hard to cum on cue but the Alpha power gained by blessing these fags just makes it happen. I dare any Man be in that god-like situation and NOT bust when that submissive, sweet cum hole swallows your cock with such love and REVERENCE! No real Man could hold back His nut. Well Pop could. He can do anything IMHO. Lol
I forgot to say each faggot comes in freshly scrubbed, smelling so sweet and clean. I always allow them a 5 second look into My eyes. I was surprised at many of the responses My gift to them received. To My amazement, most couldn’t do it for more than about 2 seconds, many couldn’t at all! Fuck and Goddamn, sam! What a fucking joy it is being Alpha!
But, each encounter is only maybe 4 minutes long unless one is over emotional and must be comforted. Pop told Me terry spent 20 minutes asking, begging to be My personal faggot until I left. Of course this was early on before I even knew it was anything but orangefaggot. Then He said as He left, “Shit like that puts an extra Alpha grunt in Your rut, doesn’t it Boy?” Lol Man I love Pop!
My Sunday is coming up soon. I’m already hard, hell, I STAY hard now! But, last night Pop gathered His ‘Boys’ in His office. He told Us Wednesday was another training day for Me. He said when we woke this morning, no sex, no clothes were to be worn. Go downstairs, have breakfast then leave faggots doing usual chores. We were to parade around hard all day doing things as closely as We could to the faggots so they would hungrily yet shamefully stare at the Real Men they worship. We could watch vids and rub one out–almost–so the little faggot’s lust would consume them inside while they try to pretend they aren’t DYING for just one quick taste of even a Man’s snot while they keep working. Pop also advised Me to try and let My precum plop on the tile floor real close to a fag so they can hear it, see it and smell it. He said it’s funny and sweet how their eyes will go back and forth to the cum on the floor to you to your cock trying to figure out what to ask for first. Lol
Then to Me He said, “I’m aware this is a lot of fun for you Boys but its about responsibility too. If you want to own several faggots like Chad you got to have power, sure, but endurance is something that will bring You blessings time and again. When You are in control of You body and Power, Son You will have any woman and any hole You WILL EVER DESIRE. And They will mutherfucking PLEAD with You for any chance to be a part of Your life or in a faggots case, to be claimed by You. Always try to choose carefully. But, as I was saying this seems fun but remember You are learning to control Your mind and body. You may not orgasm until after dinner. You will have a normal day off, whatever that is to You. The difference being You will openly display Yourself and Your Manhood to faggots as you conduct Your day.”
Pop was right. I am on fire to bust and My precum is leaking like a dripping faucet. Sure enough, it is fun flicking precum off My cock next to a faggot and see that hunger but it fires the hunger in Me to take that faggot and cum in her stickpussy! Goddamn, this is going to be one of those ‘I survived it’ tests. Lol My little terry may not be in one piece after I use her tonight. I’m going to be SO fucking turned on after today! Fuck! Fuck, sam! Just FUCK!
I was speechless after reading this. This training program is next-level insight that I think every Alpha should experience! It’s a holistic approach that tackles every aspect of Alphahood, in mind, body, and spirit. It’s beautiful.
Master Cal wrote the next day or so to tell me about his experience afterward:
What a night! I made it all day without busting! By the time dinnertime came and went I swear if a fag had even approached me I would’ve blasted a load across a football field!! After eating Pop said, “Alright boys, go feed and fuck the faggots. They’re primed and ready.” I yelled at terry to get the fuck upstairs and I followed the smoke she left behind her in her race to My suite.
When I got there I lay on the bed, my super hard cock aching to shoot and my precum flowing as never before. I smiled at terry and told her tonight might be rough on her because I’ve never felt like such a MAN! She smiled and said she knew after holding off all day I would probably have the biggest orgasm of My life and she wanted to do something special for Me to show Me how much she loved me and how she lived only to please and satisfy Me. I happily said sure! I was sitting on the bed, my cock standing straight up and drooling. I warned her My first load would start the instant she touched My cock. She looked at her Master, told Me I was Her God. Then she put only the head of My cock in her mouth and gently sucked it while barely flicking her tongue around it. She did it all so slowly it delayed My ‘instant orgasm’ about 10 seconds. In that 10 seconds My nuts jumped and churned, My head spun and My power began to overflow. The bitch knows when I’m going to cum and like 2 seconds before I did she moaned like she does when I make her cum. FUCK! I started pumping My load while she held My cockhead, still barely sucking and licking and swallowing My cum. After about the 5th rope bitch engulfed My cock, turned on the suction, and stayed all the way down on My cock while I called her My filthy slut and shot the other 10 ropes down into her guts. Fuck sam! I fucked her at least 9 times last night and even filled 4 other faggot holes while never forgetting My own hungry cunt. For the first time I’d done what My Brother cautioned Me about-terry is now on her faggot period. Mommy has nursed and cared for her this morning while managing to slut 2 loads out of her Boy! Goddamn mommy is the world’s greatest cocksucker! All the fags are above average at it but mommy seems to have this understanding of what each of Us Dudes like best and then uses that knowledge to show Us what Gods We are. Mommy loves her Boys and makes Us feel fucking invincible! She’s SO goddamned good it’s hard to stop her from draining every fucking one of Us. She’s goddamned hard to resist!
When I first saw terry bleeding I was concerned. She just said to please at least shoot My load and then call mommy. She assured Me she’d be fine and was really proud I had cared so much for her that I destroyed her pussy. She was honored I fucked her bloody!! FUCK AND GODDAMN, faggot! I’m telling you, EVERY GODDAMN DAY something happens to blow My mutherfucking mind! I almost abused My faggot and she is HAPPY that I’ve fucked her raw and bloody! No breeder cunt on earth understands and craves a Man like a fag! They really have no idea what really pleases and satisfies a Man. I’m so glad I had no qualms of fucking faggots. My life was a sad and sorry affair before My Brother opened My eyes and gave Me a real, true view of what a Man’s life is supposed to be. I just hope My life brings more honor to Pop, Chad, and Dean. They gave Me life. I hope I make Them proud of Me.
Thanks to the skillful training provided by God Dino, Master Cal has been able to channel his Alphahood and purpose while also rebuilding his confidence. He’s on solid ground now, building a foundation to a Kingdom that will never be toppled!
As for God Dino and The Family, they are more than proud of Master Cal. Bonds forged with Hierarchical Truth yoke these Alphas and faggots together in love and purpose, and it will never be broken!
The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a whirlwind three weeks for Master Cal, the straight Apex Alpha who found purpose here on FWA and in the home of God Dino and his God Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean. One day he was learning about Alphas and faggots for the first time, and practically the next day he was fucking and breeding multiple faggots with his new Alpha brothers!
Master Cal has approached every challenge he’s faced at God Dino’s sprawling compound with a mixture of courage, curiosity, and pure dominant aggression. He’s tapping into powers he never knew he had, and he’s loving it!
The latest of the series of lessons he’s received about Alphahood just concluded yesterday, and it was a doozy! Here’s what he had to say about it:
I’m lying in bed AMAZED at what went down last night. I thought nothing could ever make Me feel more power coursing through Me. I was wrong.
Dean and I used bunny last night. (What a litte dynamo!) Mommy sucks better but bunny just won’t quit! She begged, pleaded, and cajoled 3 loads from each and finally fell asleep at Our feet. We chatted a while. I noticed Dean’s cock was rock hard again. He looked at Me and smiled. I remembered Him and Chad saying that He liked sucking Chad’s cock sometimes and the power He gets from it. It was kinda embarrassing. I didn’t think it was for Me but My Brother laid down some simple truths and I was now hard as steel too. I nodded He could suck Me if He wanted. Goddamn, within 60 seconds I was blowing My load! It was mind blowing! After I stopped shooting Dean looked up at Me, thanked His Alpha Brother for the shot of power and then He said, “Follow Me Brother. I am about to teach you another aspect of Godhood.” MUTHERFUCK sam! I had no idea what was going to go down.
My Brother lead Me downstairs to faggot quarters where We proceeded to fuck every faggot in the place! Even mommy was sent down to worship her Boys and to be fucked silly. Dean had included Me in one of His night raids of debauchery. After pumping cum in a faggot, Dean would turn to grayfaggot who never left His side, and RAPE her mercilessly. Even at His wildest, I’ve never seen Chad as animalistic as Dino was! This fucker is a beast! I’d hate to see anybody cross either of My Brothers. They be obliterated!
After over 30 hours of fucking fags, raping fags, feeding fags and just being, in general, horny Alpha Men, We collapsed and started talking. Chad had joined Us the last 10 hours or so and all three were lying down, laughing and breathing hard, circled by sleeping, exhausted faggots full of cum, every conquered hole glistening with Alpha sperm. sam, WTF?? I can barely move and My Brothers are energized! They want to raid the fridge and continue the onslaught on stickpussy! This is a way to relax for Them! Man, grayfaggot loves Dean. Every time He filled a pussy He would turn to gray fucking POUND that cunt until He busted and then He’d grab her hair and drag her to the next waiting fag, drop her, fuck another fag while gray worshipped His feet and legs. When finished with that one He’d then fuck gray like a back alley whore again! Let Me say, if gray weren’t a faggot, she’d be an imposing male. At least 6 feet and built like a Man, gray succumbed to Chad and Dean’s desires after attempting to defend her real-life sister that Chad knocked up earlier. Dean knocked out her front teeth when she tried to attack Chad. About 3 days later gray was back, this time to accept its fate as another cum hole for the Alpha Men here.
Bunny is awake. I hear Chad’s smile as He says, “Goddamn filthy slut.” and lies back to receive more deserved worship. I see a couple more fags waking and 3 crawl over to Me with pleading eyes. I kick Dean’s leg to wake Him. He sees the crowd of sluts closing in and smiles. I tell Him I might need His help. He laughs and says one day this experience would simply be an appetizer for the feast later on. Faggots are feeding off all 3 Men. I hear Chad. “Yeah, eat My cum, you fucking whore” My terry is beaming with love while swallowing My 10. As My Holy Brother says, “Life is SWEET, faggot.”
Not many straight Alphas get the chance to receive this kind of instruction, encouragement, and brotherhood. I think Master Cal understands what a unique privilege he’s receiving daily with The Family.
I can’t help but think about all of those straight Alphas out there still stuck inside society’s cage, unwilling to actually use their power and discover the Real Life offered by Hierarchy.
That might’ve been Master Cal, too, but he’s been freed by Hierarchical Truth. And now that he’s tasted the “forbidden fruit” laid out for him on Master Dino’s bountiful table, there’s no going back!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
Master Chad is quite familiar with pussy. He’s already fucked more females than most Men twice his age, which has led (as it inevitably does) to fathering more than 40 children already (he has 13 of his sons now living with him). Suffice it to say Master Chad loves everything about pussy except for the headaches that often come with it.
That’s why it was such a revelation to him when his Father God Dino introduced him to faggot pussy. He discovered he could fuck it all day long, breed it full of his potent seed, get rough with it, and the faggot would gratefully crawl back for more. Faggots were everything he wanted in a female, but amplified.
Still, faggots don’t have true female pussies. However, they can be created for the right amount of money.
Which brings us to Master Chad and his new fagwife C.C. Over the time they have been together C.C. has become so submissive and devoted to her Owner and Master that she yearned to give him a very special gift: to have her male genitalia removed and fashioned into a true female pussy!
When Master Chad learned of this, he was overwhelmed. God Dino wanted to make this happen for his firstborn, so he contacted a trusted doctor and tapped into the family fortune in order to expedite the process.
The surgery occurred several weeks ago, and it went well. As Master Chad ruminated on the sacrifice his fagwife made for him, he sent this incredible letter:
Just wanted to tell ya your sister’s new pussy is looking fine! The doc was really able to make it look like how I like a slash’s cunt to look. In about a fortnight [Us Guys are fucking with Dino and are all speaking in His well-intoned manner, as well as using a courtly, polysyllabic vocabulary. I love fuckin with a Brother! Don’t sweat it cumdumpster, I will receive payment in kind. LMAO] I will be charting new territory of My favorite property. This cunt so loves her Savior she’s already saved her cherry stick pussy for Me to claim, which I did beautifully. Now she’s got a vagina cherry for Me to bust and claim! Fuck faggot, you catch how powerful, how fuckin horny that makes a real fuckin Dude? My faggotwife loves and worships Me SO bloody much she’s changed her body, for Me! Because it would please Me! Maybe I CAN be Pop’s equal one day.
Truly, I just wanted to tell ya, she’s almost healed. Swelling is almost gone, pain is now non-existent. In 2 weeks I take her for her final, for a few weeks anyway, visit. The doc is gonna talk to us about limits and shit until some time in the future. The doc knows Us well, knows how We live.
I can only imagine the joy and pleasure Master Chad will experience as he enters the new vagina his fagwife has given to him! As for C.C., her ecstasy will be immeasurable!
It’s been another long time since my last update about God Dino, Master Chad, Master Dean, and all of the other Alphas and faggots living in the compound God Dino built into some nameless mountain. With this crew, it’s better to not ask certain questions.
So much has happened to each member of The Clan over the last few months that I thought it might be good to update them all at once. Well, at least update the stuff I’m allowed to discuss! Covering this rough Hierarchical assembly of Kings and slaves is like trying to describe a season of Real Housewives in which everybody gets raped in every episode.
Anyway, let’s start at the top:
I’m glad to say that Jamie, God Dino’s loyal fagwife of 18 years, made a full recovery from cancer. After an all-clear from the doctor, God Dino took Jamie on a months-long vacation to several beachfront resorts for total relaxation. God Dino left the family empire in the very capable hands of Master Chad (assisted by Master Dean) while they were away.
The long rest for Jamie proved prescient. Once they returned, Master Chad determined to add significantly to the workload…
Master Chad might be the most prolific Alpha breeder I’ve ever covered here, maybe only rivaled by California Alpha. He’s fathered more than 40 children already! Of course, since his introduction to faggot pussy (covered here), he’s basically been breeding everything with a hole and filling it with his prodigious cumshots.
Out of the children he’s created so far, he fathered 13 sons by a couple of awful females who have been nothing but problems for him. So he teamed up with God Dino to take full custody of these 13 sons!
Now the 13 infants are living in The Compound and tended to by the faggots caring for everything there: Jamie, Jimmy, and the rainbow faggots greenfaggot, bluefaggot, orangefaggot, white faggot, and pinkfaggot. The faggots take turns with the babies as they each have other duties in service of the multiple Alphas living there. Needless to say, these faggots live harried but fulfilled lives!
Master Chad wanted a fagwife much like his Father, so he chose to marry his primary faggot C.C. in a sweet private ceremony.
But that’s not all! Recently C.C. said that she wanted to have a vagina fashioned out of her useless skin flap (not a full transition, just an extra hole for her Master), so God Dino called in a few favors and arranged for surgery. C.C.’s surgery went very well and should be returning home soon!
Master Dean and his faggot twin brother Jimmy are just 16 years old, but they’ve already experienced more of life’s wonder and fulfillment than most people four times their age. If you recall, they were already having sex with each other since the age of 10 without the oversight of God Dino, their Hierarchical roles clearly defined from birth. Once God Dino took them in, they more fully accepted the truth of their situation. This allowed Master Dean to grow deeper into his very clear role as a burgeoning God Alpha, and it also allowed little Jimmy to truly blossom and thrive as his adorably insatiable faggot.
Master Dean wanted to make his ownership of Jimmy official by marrying his precious fag brother. Of course, this is difficult to do in most parts of the world. However, God Dino found out it could be accomplished in Argentina, so he flew with them out to that foreign land for the ceremony!
After the nuptials, the group then flew to Belgium for some authentic Belgium chocolate! How’s THAT for romance?!?
Many readers were inspired by the story of greenfaggot, and expressed hope that it was finding peace and success under God Dino’s care.
Indeed, greenfaggot has been doing well! In fact, greenfaggot has had a crucial role to play in the development of a powerful new straight Alpha who will soon debut here!
Schooling is progressing for bluefaggot with fine results, no easy feat considering the massive workload all of the faggots share! Recently Jamie remarked about how quickly bluefaggot is learning, which is encouraging!
This is most of what I’ve been allowed to update about The Clan. They’re very private but well-connected people, so I’m privileged to even be able to share this much.
I just don’t know if there has ever been a more intense, focused Hierarchical environment than the one cultivated by God Dino and his extended family. It’s been a wild ride, but I’ve cherished every crazy moment of it!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
Over the last week or so Master Chad, Master Shane, and their faggots (including Master Chad’s new fag-wife C.C.) went out into the woods to do some hunting. Master Chad was sired and raised by a God Alpha in Master Dino, one of the most intensely masculine Men to be found anywhere, and because of that Master Chad has a love for hunting and all things predatorial.
But Master Chad doesn’t like hunting with weapons of pussies and incels, like guns. No, Master Chad is a throwback to the days when primal Men stalked Nature armed with sharp objects, crawling through the wood in silence while stalking their prey, and killing animals with their bare hands to feed those they protect. He was born a King, but also a hunter of the first order.
Upon their return from the hunt, Master Chad’s fag-wife C.C. penned a gorgeous ode to this greatest of Alpha Predators:
I’m sure bunny or someone has informed you of our hunting trip which was also a reward of sorts for greenfaggot and I. It was the most beautiful experience! My Husband, my Savior is at His most handsome in these woods. In His camouflage Bermuda shorts and wife beater and a touch of camouflage paint on His sexy legs and arms He stalks His prey silently crawling through underbrush with one of His huge knives between His pearly white teeth. He is an awesome sight, a faggot’s dream of masculinity. After dark He and Master Shane return with their kills. After dinner and sometimes a short *get My nut* interlude, they clean and dress the prey and discard any leftovers properly.
Then My Savior appears before Me dirty, scratches on His exposed flesh, a fairly deep puncture on His left arm that, when I try to ascertain its seriousness, I’m waved away by His massive, manly hand. He has dried blood spattered about His clothes and body. His hair blowing free in the wind He tore the flimsy shirt off and unzipped and unleashed His Manhood and released the Manimal! That is how the Gods refer to Their primal selves. My brother, I know I’ve attempted to share Savior’s previous amazing sexual prowess before-His initial taking of me, then the night of telling me I was going to marry Him; that night couldn’t be topped. Then our honeymoon was further proof I was the possession of the Son of God. Nothing could EVER equal the use My Husband gave me that night and He said the same about me.
Then, the hunting trip occurred. I am simply out of descriptive words. I feel as if I have been used by GOD! ANY command my Savior gives, ANYTHING HE EVER even mildly desires I will immediately respond. This ManGod OWNS this silly faggot. I would die for Him gladly. I vow our Sons will grow knowing what a spectacular Father They have to love, respect, and emulate.
Oh sam! If there is a more special experience beyond cunting my Savior IS that experience for a faggot. Some wonder if I am jealous of every female and faggot who encounter My Husband because all immediately worship and desire this God, my Savior. That would be as foolish as being jealous of the Sun. I cannot and would never fight My Savior’s path of destiny. I am over-blessed just being His favorite and being gifted with the position of faggotwife. I can’t even describe that 1st night after the Men came back carrying Their kill. I was used and inspired to worship in ways I’m still amazed by. I truly belong to the all-time GREATEST MASTER, OWNER, HUSBAND, GOD, AND LOVER. I am a barely significant cum dump but I am owned by Master and Savior Chad, the Son of God. Somehow, He finds me useful and worthy while I know I am unworthy to wash His socks. I love Him so and He really, actually loves a pitiful hole like me. Honest, growing up, the abuse I endured, I couldn’t, in my best fantasy, have EVER thought I could be this HAPPY, this FULFILLED! I am saved from being a total non-entity because Master Chad the Savior claimed and maimed me and announced I was to be His permanent “hole to cum in”. No faggot on earth could ever be happier than that fact makes me.
Thanks for listening brother. Our Sons need attention. Bye for now.
Such a blast of effervescent joy and wonder from serving a God Alpha like Master Chad, an overwhelming force of Nature if one ever existed. Master Chad wears ME out just through email! I can’t imagine being used by him all day, every day!
Actually, I lied. I imagine it all the time!
I really just had to publish this magnificent piece of art. If you haven’t experienced this kind of joy and gratitude and humility while being owned by an Alpha, you need to do whatever you can to find it and make it happen! Nothing will ever be more important!
