Hi Sam:
I’m a 25-year old faggot currently residing in the home of an Alpha man on a trial basis…I was a good faggot for my previous Alpha, but then he decided he didn’t want to keep faggots anymore and married his boyfriend, so with my previous Alpha’s recommendation, this new Alpha man took me in.
He’s very hot and seems somewhat compassionate towards his one current faggot (“Devin”) that was already here (I guess you could say I’m in training as the Junior Faggot of the House.) I hear him almost every night loudly and aggressively fucking or cunting faggot Devin, but I’m consigned only to household tasks like cooking and cleaning and grocery shopping. It’s been like that for about 6 weeks now. Devin sleeps on a cot in Alpha’s bedroom when not being used sexually. I sleep in a small old sewing room at the other side of the house.
I want so much to fit in with this new man and his household but when I brought up the subject of him fucking me (not even cunting me – just fucking and breeding me), or having me suck him, he says I havent’ proven worthy of his “Alpha Seed,” but doesn’t divulge what would make me “worthy.”
I very much desire this Alpha he is very sexual with his faggot Devin and I understand that he fucks several other non-household faggots at times. Devin says Alpha can easily cum 3 or 4 times a night so I know he’d have the Sexual energy and Alpha seed for my hole as well.
I mentioned all this to faggot Devin and he said it took him 3 months of chores to finally get this Alpha man’s dick and seed, but that Alpha is a good provider, just very picky and precise about things and I need to wait. I have noticed that Alpha has firmly corrected me on some points about cooking and cleaning tasks a few times – but then he’s also sometimes complimented me on these things, also.
I just feel stuck in limbo…like if I don’t measure up in some household way, not only will I never get cunted by this man (something my faggot brain is fixated on constantly) but that I also might have to find a new place if I ultimately do not prove worthy.
Would I be wrong to ask the Alpha just what it will take or how long this “training period” will go on? I don’t want to be pushy but I think I do have a right to know where I stand.
Thank you,
Faggot Tim

Brother, thank you for this amazing experience! I’d really like to talk to you in more depth via email if possible. My email is fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com. 
 
First of all, you must be patient. You hear how Devin is getting cunted every night by this extraordinary Apex Alpha, right? Well, it took Devin THREE MONTHS of domestic service before receiving the seed of this glorious Master. You’re six weeks into service – or 1.5 months – and you’re complaining about the lack of dick. 
 
BE PATIENT. Put your head down and work hard to please him. Submit to him fully. Do extra things like greet him at the door and kiss his feet. Go the extra step. 
 
I’m telling you right now – you don’t want to fuck things up with this Apex. You are owned by an extraordinary Master of faggots. Any Man who can demonstrate this kind of control and ownership should be given all of your worship and devotion. ALL OF IT. 
 
I’m really excited for you, my brother! This is going to be a life-changing experience! Just hang in there and keep some perspective! When he finally enters you, the rest of your life will be transformed!  

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

One of the most impressive Alphas featured here during the landmark 2021 calendar year was a young Apex Alpha named King Phillip. In college when we first met him, he and his Dom partner owned faggots and regularly feasted on feral faggots like werewolves.

Then, just like a summer storm, he was suddenly gone. This rarely fazes me, given that it’s in the nature of Alphas to come and go on a whim. Still, I missed him.

So imagine my joy when he appeared again this week! Now our of college and working a professional job, King Phillip is still learning new lessons about his Alphahood in Hierarchy University.

His lesson now: Alphahood cannot be denied or repressed. What is true about a Man will always surface at some point.

Read King Phillip’s account:

For a very long time, I had been keeping my dominant impulses from showing too much in everyday life.  I owned fags and was getting regular service, but I would go to work with one face on and put on another when I was alone with a cocksucker.  It was almost like I was an addict, getting my fix each night but becoming somebody else, slightly, when I went to work the next morning.  I was very careful not to let it slip to my coworkers and friends that I had a natural talent and primal craving to dominate my sex partners.  When I finished college in 2021, I got a new job and fell out of the Dom scene for a while.  That dominating urge that I had been experiencing slowly got sublimated into my work after a long time of trying to suppress it.  It broke through anyway, whether I tried to keep it hidden or not.  I noticed people were seeing me differently.  My boss, who didn’t appreciate my contributions before, showed me more respect, gave me more responsibility, and started valuing my opinions.  A couple of twinks I work with started taking more and more direction from me in friendlier and friendlier ways (I have an inviolable rule of not sleeping with coworkers, FYI).  I had a long string of victories that gave me a reputation for success.  I started to accumulate a gravity that didn’t exist before, as if huge orbits were forming around me like I was a black hole, my ego swallowing stars and planets.  That ‘gravity’ feels fucking unbelievable.  It’s started finding its way into other areas of my life, too.  My partner, who has never really been submissive to me, spontaneously started kissing my feet one night and now begs me for my cock practically every day.  I’ve even started punishing his balls when he steps out of line.  In short, I’m back. 

But I told you I would share some stories.  I have one that you might like and that I want to tell.  Before all this happened, I was about a 90 minute drive away lived a fag that wanted me to own him for a very long time.  We both lived very busy lives and ownership never worked out because of that, but this little cocksucker was so fucking submissive and perfect for servitude I knew I had to use it at some point.  Anyway, in the weeks leading up to my move away from the city, I decided it was time to pay this faggot, let’s call it Ricky, a visit.  I told him to clear his Friday evening and drove down to him.  My dick made a tent in my pants the whole way, I was dealing with a lot of stress at the time and was ready to completely unload.  He owned his own home, which meant I could be as loud as I wanted.  When I got there, he opened the door and I spit right in his face.  He went to his knees like a good boy and I made him give me a tour of his house like that, crawling from room to room, addressing me as Master.  I made a slave of him in his own home; he served me wine and weed, he rubbed my shoulders, and he kissed my feet.  He was perfectly obedient, sitting there whimpering while I slapped his face for fun.  He is one of those faggots that loves being reminded of how inferior he is.  I brought a DVD of Caligula (1979) over and made him watch it with me, his head under my foot as I spread out on the couch and relaxed.  Finally, the main event came.  I stripped naked, threw him on the bed, and cunted him until I was exhausted. 

I love how King Phillip describes the impossibility of hiding his Alphahood. He took note of the various ways people paid respect to his Alpha status despite the fact he was trying to suppress it.

Why would a Man of such power and charisma ever want to deny it or pull away from it? It would be like Superman surrendering his power in order to live as Clark Kent.

Fortunately, the universe refused to let King Phillip off the hook. You see, everything in the universe is balanced and purposeful. The world needs smart, driven Alphas like King Phillip so that weaker, inferior people can find safety and direction. To deny that kind of power is to attack the very foundations of our world.

I also love how King Phillip recharged his Alpha batteries, so to speak, by owning and using that faggot! An Alpha’s hunting instinct is primal, genetic superiority underlined by an unquenchable hunger. There’s no “off” switch on it.

The idea that King Phillip could ever disguise, ignore, or deny his true nature is made even more futile when you consider this encounter. The faggot was adoringly playful, but things got real serious the moment King Phillip mounted it and shoved his big Alpha cock into it. As he shot jet after jet of hot seed into his new claimed property, there was no way for King Phillip to reject the purpose of his existence.

He was born a King, now and always!

I’m so profoundly happy that King Phillip has reclaimed and embraced his throne! May he rule forever!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The other day I was sifting through the seemingly endless images on this site when I came across the above header image for King Phillip. I thought, “Hmmm, it’s been a little while since I heard from him.” Then, of course, a million other issues distracted me and prevented me from reaching out to him.

But then, by some miracle, the next day a faggot named Lucas reached out to me about King Phillip. It seems that Lucas was once owned and used by King Phillip, and instantly recognized its former Master in my first post about him.

I guess, like scent training, there’s also text training.

Once Lucas confirmed that it was, indeed, it’s former owner, it went on to tell me about being his personal faggot.

It was mind blowing. He oozes power. I get hard every time I think about serving him.

Where do I even start! Your post about him was so accurate. His cock is incredible. I was the faggot that was loaned to King Phillip from Master Tom. After serving King Phillip, I knew that this was a true Alpha. Having him as a reference point made me choose King Phillip over Tom.

We met because my Dom was looking for someone to train me while I was in college. I feel so lucky to have had the chance to finally serve King Phillip. Just typing His name makes me entire body shake.

He spoke with Master Tom. I loved the idea of King Phillip learning all my kinks and triggers from a Dominant who knew me well. I was owned by Master Tom for quite some time. They got connected and hit it off. Right away I knew King Phillip was a true Alpha. He quickly saw through my needs, wants, desires and fantasies. And he made me crave his attention.

He didn’t even ask for my availabilities. I was sitting at my table eating dinner when I got the text. He sent me instructions. I’m trying to find the text, I look back on it when I crave true power. He texted me: “You are my faggot slave. And I’m going to own you tonight.” There was no discussion. It was truth. It was hierarchy. My body instantly shook with this truth. It felt so good to be seen. “You will leave your cock cage out for me to use, and you will strip down naked. You will wait for me, in your room with your house key in the mailbox. You will be hooded and wearing your noise cancelling headphones. And you will stay waiting until I arrive.” He didn’t ask if I agreed, he just knew I would listen.

I didn’t hear him come in of course. I was just in position in my room, headphones on, and hooded. It must have been minutes when I decided to get out of position and check my phone. And at that very second I felt a hand grab my fag clit and another rip off my headphones and then I heard him sneer in my ear “did I say to move, faggot?”

He had been there, watching me and inspecting me without me knowing.

My body was overcome with obedience. I knew that I was in the presence of a true Alpha.

It wasn’t roleplay to him. This was a way of life.

I remember the next thing he did was to touch my precum and reinforce the pathetic nature of my clit. He circled his thumb on the tip of my cock, gathering the precum that had started to drip, and stuffed it in my mouth. He asked me what his power tasted like.

Sam the night went on for another 2 hours. I was in total ecstasy. The problem with it is that every moment was evidence of his Alphahood. I could write an essay on every minute. The way he said: “Lay on your stomach and kiss my feet and stay there until I snap my fingers.” The way he told me the purpose of my holes. The way he touched my body. Everything was pure ecstasy.

I have never felt more in awe of a human being. He truly has a way into your mind. His voice is pure sex. He has the most amazing cock. Sam this Man is truly an apex Alpha.

I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a faggot speak so rhapsodically about an Alpha before! The faggot’s words were nearly hysterical with excitement!

I loved it.

There are a few other things that he instilled in me as a slave. The first was his clear need to be orally serviced. Unlike other dominants who asked me to suck their cocks, he just pointed to his thick hung penis and said “hole here.” It made me leap into action.

He made sure I knew how he liked his cock sucked. He would lean back and just look at me, waiting for me to adjust my strategy to pleasure him. I knew I wasn’t serving correctly when my hair would be pulled up. I knew I was serving correctly when my mouth would be held deep on his cock.

I believe that it is possible to cunt a faggot in the throat. He fucked me throat so deeply that to this day, I still feel the remnants of his cock deep in my throat, engrained as a memory. Is it weird to say that even when I speak now, I think of his cock in my throat. It has left an imprint.

I absolutely agree with Lucas about throat cunting. Like Lucas, I can still feel certain cocks I’ve sucked in my throat.

Needless to say, I was so thrilled by what I learned about King Phillip from his former faggot that I simply had to reach out and see if he’d be willing to talk to me on the phone (I just had to hear him speak!).

Much to my surprise, he was willing to call me!

So he called. First thing he said to me: “Put my number in your phone as ‘King Phillip’, faggot.” PURE HEAVEN.

We talked for about an hour, and everything Lucas described above is completely accurate. King Phillip speaks in precise, direct ways with faggots, a manner that works like fag hypnosis. He is supremely confident and dangerously intelligent. If I were a less-disciplined faggot, I might’ve been tempted to unlock my cage and try to masturbate – THAT’S his effect on the faggot mind.

King Phillip is an astounding find. He perfectly encapsulates everything that is unique and godly about Apex Alphas. The deep impression he left in his former faggot is proof enough of that.

I thank King Phillip and his former faggot Lucas for sharing their experiences. They are living evidence of the phrase HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It was an auspicious introduction.

Hey fag, you there? Alpha here with a point to make.

A lot of the time when you say ‘hierarchy’ you really mean ‘imperium’. Not all the time, but sometimes. And I think the distinction is a good one to make. Hierarchy is about superiority. One better than the other. Imperium is about control, about domination.

Imperium comes from ancient Rome, it describes the field over which one exercises authority. It is the expansionist philosophy of the rulers of the world.

WOW! What an opening statement! I’ve said it a billion times – intelligent, thoughtful Alphas win over body AND mind! I had to know more.

What I discovered is a burgeoning gay Apex Alpha named Phillip. He has been called “King” by his owned faggots in the past, hence his name here.

Then he began telling me about his overall life thus far in owning and using faggots:

Dominating other guys has been a recurring theme in my life for a long time; since high school.

About seven years ago, though, it hit a fever pitch and I started to discover a whole new side of myself. I’ve been playing the Alpha/fag game off and on since but I haven’t ever fully owned a faggot. I’ve gotten close several times but my life is busy and owning one of you takes time. I haven’t been able to explore more until now. So I mostly stuck to subs, not slaves or faggots, for this reason.

Another reason is that I have been almost exclusively interested in sexual service so far. Domestic service isn’t something I’ve ever received and only recently realized I can get if I want it. Also FinDom isn’t something I’ve done but several subs I’ve had have told me I would make a great Cash Master. So that’s where I’m at right now: about to set out on a fag hunt after a long hibernation.

Although in that opening King Phillip makes it sound like he isn’t really a Master of faggots, he immediately contradicted that with much of what he’s done already:

I bloomed a little late, I think I was 21, but I honed my skills quickly.

I’ve been mulling over a proposition, lately. Another Alpha offered to let me train one of his fags, and I’m considering it. I’ve talked to him for a few years, and he and I have used the same faggot before – never together. The only reason I would turn down the offer is I sense he’s less than trustworthy.

But his faggot is cute. And very broken in that erotic way faggots are. The Alpha, his name is Tom, called me a few times and had me speak to this faggot, who was bound and servicing him for the night. I’m good at working my way into a faggot’s mind, the control that creates is what gets me off.

He says he calls me up like that because he wants the faggot worked up, but I always got the sense he couldn’t do what I did himself. The last faggot this guy and I shared chose me over him, though. It soured our friendship, he got a little competitive. It did make me feel great though, one of his faggots leaving his service because of me and giving me his collar.

During our discussion of King Phillip preparing to take ownership of a new faggot, he asked me if I had any advice for him. It was then that I used the term “firm benevolence” for the first time to describe what I believe to be the critical-yet-harmonious poles of faggot ownership.

Strict benevolence may win out, though haha.

And thus, once again, Alpha wisdom and insight improves a faggot! The new concept became “strict benevolence” for good! (Thank you, Master!)

As far as power is concerned, King Phillip is not lacking. Here was a recent example he shared:

The fag that had submitted itself to me last night and promised to make his holes available for ownership fucking bailed. No contact whatsoever. It was poor behavior.

I went on Grindr, found a bottom, had him over to my new apartment, and decided that this was my faggot. I fucked his face for a good long while (he didn’t advertise as kinky but when you see it, you know it) and wrecked his hole for about 40 mins on my bed.

Afterwards, I asked him about his life and gave him advice, we talked for a long while and he kept staring in my face in that submissive way, with big open eyes that are eager to receive things; orders, cock. He is one of those that has the desire to serve but doesn’t have a master. That connection couldn’t be made without showing him that I can see through that. And that happens with advice and wisdom. And with making him aware that I know he wants to submit.

Startling, unlimited power! What I love is King Phillip’s attention to aftercare. Like a good salesman, aftercare is the “cool down” phase of the sales process where you reassure the customer/faggot that they made the right decision.

In the case of faggots, aftercare only deepens King Phillip’s hold on its soul.

I also love King Phillip’s appreciation of the fact that worship is the key element, and every faggot can be useful.

The last time I was exploring my Dom side, I had two cocksuckers, who I didn’t own, but who were definitely under my control. One was a tall thin business major (college town) I used to facefuck in his apartment in between home and work. He called me King and used to rub my feet after sucking me off, my cum in his hair. I saw him in public a few times and he would bow his head to me slightly, blushing and looking downwards. He was forbidden to be higher than my cock when we were alone. I guess that lesson transferred.

The other one wasn’t as pretty, so he serviced me with the lights out. He was the one I’ve probably cunted most. I would order him to be ready, come to his apartment, and rape his mouth and cunt open over and over until my balls were empty. He whimpered loud and loved it when I sneered at him. And my favorite part was leaving, after I delivered some aftercare, because he was always so worshipful. He wanted it badly, and even when I wore him out totally he was sort of sad to see me go. He valued the strict ruthless power I had over him.

King Phillip has a large cock over seven inches, and decorated by two of the most beautiful balls I’ve ever seen. And with this equipment and his power, he has successfully cunted multiple faggots. I thought he had some interesting thoughts on that:

It’s like putting a collar on a faggot, except this collar is inside their deepest, tenderest place. It feels like power.

He describes the effects of cunting on his faggots:

Mixtures of elation, addiction, and anxiety. One I cunted once, like, six years ago still flirts with me and fawns over me occasionally. He loves to recount to me what I felt like inside him, and can’t help himself but tell me how extraordinary I am. It’s extreme, no doubt. But they love it and I love it. And I love owning a piece of their will.

Cunting is important to King Phillip, because he doesn’t cage his faggots until after they’re cunted.

I can’t tell you what it means to me to discover extraordinary young Apex Alphas like King Phillip in the world! Men like him rule with both body and mind.

I am so grateful that King Phillip reached out to share his insight and his life with me! LONG LIVE THE KING!

The following post is part of a thread about Master Simon, a 17-year-old Apex Alpha in Sweden who has taken ownership of his faggot father, Algot. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Well, here I go again with another shocking father/son true story. I can’t always help the way these things come to me, so hopefully you’ll forgive me.

Family dynamics are complex even in ideal circumstances. I had an idyllic childhood, and even then there are issues. But when Hierarchical issues come into play, we must throw out everything we imagine about the traditional family arrangement and look at what’s really happening under the surface.

This story opened to me with the following email from a father in Sweden named Algot.

Hii.
> I am 39 years old and my son is 17. When i was younger about 15-18 i was a faggot but then i met my wife and left that wife behind me and got a son in the process my wife sadly died from complications at his birth so i raised him as a single dad. Now my son is 17 and he is a real alpha like the one i used to service back in the day and he has sort of taken over at home. He took the master bedroom and i get to sleep in his old one. He is taking all my paychecks and i listen to everything he says i buy him alcohol because he is only 17.

My son/masters name is Simon. And he bring home girls very often not any other fags that i know of. And i totally support him in everything he does and in anyway i can. He is straight but has used me sexually and as a toilet many times and last week he locked me up in chastity. Is it normal so submit so easy to your own son. (Sorry for any misspelling i am swedish so english is not my first language)

I was, of course, quite shocked by this message out of left field. So I naturally asked Algot if I could speak with his son Simon. A few days later I heard from Master Simon:

Yeah i first realized i was an alpha when a bunch of fags at school did things like buy me snacks or do my homework. And when i realized i was bigger in every way than all the other boys. And i realized my dad was a fag when i say his dick in the gym showers i kind of knew i had some power over him than and i started to do somethings to assert my dominance like dont listen to his rules tell him to clean up after me and when he did everything i said i just said “hey your my slave now i am bigger and stronger than you” and he just obliged.

Whit the sexual thing yeah i think that he should take care of all my sexual need i have not jerked my self of in 2 years he does it all for me. Plus i started face fucking him and i make him eat my ass. I never fuck him tho he does not deserve my dick in his ass.

I never felt like this was wrong in anyway i take what i deserve i dont care if it is my father or any other fag as long as there of the legal age in sweden its fair game.

There was something quite alarming about Master Simon’s dispassionate aggressiveness, especially when it comes to his faggot father. But then when I followed up Master Simon added another surprising fact:

It got out in the school that i use my dad and some boys wanted in on it so i have held some parties were we fuck him together.

I wanted to know more about the mechanics of these other school Alphas fucking his faggot father Algot. Master Simon responded this way:

They’re not really alphas … they heard there was a hole that could be fucked and i let them. i dont care what my dad thinks of it or if he can handle it. its his job do listen to me. And yeah he had fully accepted his role as fag and as slave.

Got any tips on how i can dehumanize him more? i wanna make him an object not human.

I wasn’t really sure how to dehumanize Algot more than he’s already been dehumanized, and frankly I was worried about this situation. Then a couple of weeks later Master Simon wrote me again:

I took some of your advise to dehumanize my father and i came up whit some rules he has to follow
1 when i walk into a room you great me by kissing my feet no matter whos in the room whit you
2 in i am sitting on the couch you should place your self as my foot rest i should not have to tell you
3 you dont eat at the dinner table you eat out the dog bowl
4 do not speak unless spoken too

And it has really work it has been very obedient and is falling more into serving me i feel like i dont need any other fag than him he just so good at it.

I’ll be the first person to say that I don’t think this is a healthy situation. Even though I understand it from a Hierarchical perspective, I still have enough traditionalistic values in me to still think fathers and sons have certain roles and boundaries.

That said, it’s clear Master Simon is not going to listen to me. And it’s also clear that Algot is surprisingly fulfilled as Master Simon’s faggot.

So this post exists as further proof that Alphahood (and its accompanying dominance) starts early and, when presented with an opportunity, takes advantage of any inferiors in its orbit. Even if that inferior is the Alpha’s biological father.

In my last podcast I discussed the startling true story of Master Andrés, a completely straight Alpha who has taken on a live-in faggot for sexual and domestic service much like Masters Matt, Jin, and Kyler and others have done. During the podcast, I used that story as a jumping-off point to discuss how important it is for faggots to take the initiative and risk to offer themselves to straight Alphas.

I received some interesting feedback from that story and podcast, but I received one comment in particular that didn’t necessarily have a great ending, but contained a valuable life lesson. Here’s what a faggot named Sergio said:

I really resonated with the end of this episode. I was a beta bitch to my Straight Alpha friend for many years, driving him around, buying his drinks at the bar, putting his needs first. I’ll never forget the day I got down on my knees and really offered him service. I came out of the fag closet and let him know I was his to use and abuse. He laughed. He told me to stop playing. I told him I was serious. He told me he wasn’t interested, he wasn’t gay, and he just wanted to be friends. I told him I knew he wasn’t gay. He declined my worship nonetheless. 

We went back to the way things had been, him taking the lead and me following his subtle orders, but things quickly changed. I was serving as his foot stool, kissing his feet and drinking his piss straight from the tap within a few months of the first time I got down on my knees and let him know I was a faggot who lived to serve him and men like him. He wasn’t a violent Alpha, but from time to time he kicked me in my balls and laughed while I was on the floor screaming in pain. Whether it was worshipping his feet, drinking his piss, smelling his farts, serving as his footstool or ball torture, I always thanked him profusely for allowing me to serve. He’d just laugh and call me a fag. 

It never became full sexual service, although I was almost always rock hard when serving him, but I was a happy fag driving my Alpha friend around, buying his drinks and serving as his comfort and his entertainment, and it all happened because I had the courage to offer him the service he deserved.

Bravo to Sergio for showing the courage to offer service to this Alpha, but even more props to him for continuing to service selflessly even after the Alpha rejected his greater, more intimate offer of service. The Alpha knocked him down, but Sergio recognized that the Alpha still deserved loyal service and worship! That’s the correct viewpoint!

This is what it takes: courage, humility, and resilience!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of Master Andrés, a straight Alpha from Argentina who discovered faggot worship and ownership through the encouragement of his girlfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When a straight Alpha takes ownership of a faggot, there are certain stages involved in his acceptance of this new possession and what it can do. At first, the Alpha is thrilled that he can even own a faggot and that the faggot itself is so obedient and comfortable in its role as servant.

But after the initial excitement wears off, the really long-term aspects of faggot ownership sink in. The straight Alpha begins to appreciate that his faggot will simply serve and obey him at a high level every day, and that there is almost no limit on what a faggot will do for its owner.

It’s this level of appreciation for the ownership of faggots that lifts an Alpha to new heights. The Alpha discovers true power, the likes of which he never could’ve imagined.

Master Andrés is at that stage of ownership development with his live-in faggot. And, curiously enough, that deeper appreciation for his faggot comes from how his faggot serves his wife.

Hello faggot Sam and readers, this is Master Andrés again. I know you’re used to stories of faggots serving God Alpha Kings like me but in my household things are getting quite peculiar. I’m the owner of the house and my word is the law here. However, the woman who sleeps by my side is not my property like the faggot in the other room. She’s my beloved wife and if I’m the King she’s the queen of this house. That’s why she doesn’t serve me neither domestically nor sexually (and I think she would never be able to). Our sex is always respectful and full of love. But the boy is totally different. It is impressive how he lives to serve me.

My wife is in her period. So she’s in a very bad mood and having terrible colic. When it happens, she tells me to unload in the fagpussy and let her rest. That time her period is way worse and she is real pain. I agree with my brothers protector alphas I read on this website, a true God Alpha must take care of others. So I wouldn’t let my queen in pain. While she was in our bedroom resting, I told the faggot that I would get some chocolates and medicine for her. And guess what: the fag said that a Master like shouldn’t bother with this. He went out and bought medicine, chocolate and her favorite flowers, he gave them to me for me to pretend I had bought them. The fag also bought me some beers and great food for my lunch while I waited at home watching tv.

Since he moved in, the faggot has already served me thousands of times but that was the first time that he served my wife too. I kissed my wife forehead, let her sleep and close our bedroom’s door. When I went back to the living room, the faggot had served my lunch with great wine and was waiting for me to eat. I asked him if he wanted to have lunch too and my loyal faggot said that he would only eat a salad and some fruits because he wanted to be ready for me (we all know what he meant lol)

I admit that I wasn’t in a sexual mood because the only thing I could think about was my wife’s health and wellness. Thankfully, the faggot is a professional nurse so he’s the best person to take care of my wife’s health and mine. He told me not to worry because that was normal and she would feel better soon, she just needed to sleep. I just said “thank you” and he answered that I didn’t need to thank, his duty was to “serve the couple”. For the very first time he referred to both of us in his service. Then he said that “a queen is below the power of the king but the faggot is always below the queen”. 

I think he noticed that I was more relaxed after we talked, so he took my plate and the empty glass of wine to do the dishes. After everything was clean, he came back to the living room, where I was watching tv and fetched me a beer. My fag loves all the stories on FWA, his favorite Alpha is definitely Master Matt but he read all the others too. (He loves to follow Bruno and his faggot Giovanni and he showed me some days ago the story where Bruno refers to Gio as a cherry and a strawberry). So he told me that a big Man like me should have some dessert and that he would prepare some strawberries with cream for me. I didn’t understand what he meant at first because there were no strawberries in the fridge. But when he went to the bedroom instead of the kitchen I realized which strawberry I was going to eat.

Brian (the faggot) came back five minutes later wearing lingerie and holding in his hands the little bottle of lube. He approached me, showed his sexy ass in the lingerie and asked me if I wanted to have some. “It’s all yours, Sir”. No need to say that I got rock hard. I put the fag on his knees and pull my dick out. He gave me great head (with all due respect to my wife, it’s impossible to compare, the fag is a pro). I didn’t even need to move, I was a King in my throne. Brian lubed my cock and his pussy and asked permission to ride me. 

I pounded his tight pussy while he rode my hard cock. My hand was on his mouth because I didn’t want my fag to wake up my wife. After 30 minutes alternating between soft and hard fuck I said that I wanted to feed him. I put the fag on his knees again and shot a thick load in his mouth, he swallowed every drop. The fag kissed my balls after I came and said “thank you so much, Master”

Hierarchy is still a mystery for me, Sam. It is as if the fag wants to serve both of us. He will probably read this letter on FWA so I want him to know I’m very proud of him. He not only took care of my wife but also made me shoot a huge load and relax. That was all I needed. His blowjob is much better than my wife’s and his pussy is much tighter. He swallows my cum, which my wife never does, and obeys everything I tell him to do. In other words, I have the perfect life of a straight man with my beautiful wife but all the things she cannot offer me I find in my faggot.

Brian, the faggot of Master Andrés, is exceptional and performing beautifully. This is exactly the way a faggot should serve and worship an Alpha, but in particular as a line-in faggot to a straight, married Alpha. We see multiple ways Brian solved crucial problems Master Andrés had, going above and beyond in a few instances (like the flowers) in order to make his Master look better.

And Brian seductively offering his throat and pussy to his Master for sexual relief was sexy and unobtrusive, truly a wonderful approach. As Master Andrés said, he felt like a fucking King because of the service of his faggot. That’s literally all any faggot wants for its owner.

That final paragraph really summed up nicely why straight Alphas not only SHOULD own faggots, but probably NEED to own them. Faggots give straight Alphas the things they want that their wives can’t or won’t give them. At the top of that list is WORSHIP. Straight Alphas want to be worshiped, and they can have that through the ownership of faggots.

As Master Andrés has noted, he can fuck his faggot and still be straight. It hasn’t changed anything about his Manhood or concept of his Alphahood, only enhanced it. That’s a huge realization for a straight Alpha, and it’s one reserved only for the truly dominant, courageous leaders who bow to no pressure and live lives on their own terms.

Hierarchy really isn’t difficult to understand. It is the elevation and worship of our greatest Men. Hierarchy is the most natural concept in our world, and the Alpha/faggot dynamic at its heart is fundamental to Manhood. Straight Alphas like Master Andrés deserve to own faggots as part of their everyday life. A King like him can have his Queen beside him and his faggot at his feet. It is the Royal Court of an Alpha’s perfect life!

It’s just the way Nature intended!

You know, I’ve taught a lot of things about Hierarchy over the last ten years, and I get a lot of shit for some of the things I insist are true. Occasionally someone will come up with an argument that forces me to reassess how I view things, but there are some ideas I will never abandon.

Here’s one of them: straight Alphas fuck, breed, own, and use faggots, and doing so doesn’t make them gay. It only makes them more powerful.  

The truth of that precept is lodged more firmly inside me than a rapidly-swelling dick. I will never admit otherwise because that would mean I’m lying. And I’m not a liar.

I know this is true because I know Hierarchy. Also, I’ve served as first faggot to multiple straight Alphas, and I’ve even been owned by a few of them. I know this because I have countless true stories from straight Alphas who have come to know and treasure the worship and service of faggots peppered throughout this website.

And guess what? I have another.

The story that Master J.A. dropped into my inbox the other day couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a brick in a pillowcase swung at my head. Master J.A. is a Latin American Apex Alpha with a gay Apex Alpha younger brother. They’re around 40 years old now. Although extremely close, their lives took drastically different paths. Master J.A. took the more traditional route, getting married and having kids, while his brother took the Hierarchical path.

One of the two brothers eventually regretted their choice. Wanna guess which one?

Master J.A. poured his soul into this long letter, but I beg of all Alphas to please carefully read and meditate on the lessons enumerated here!

Hello Sam, I have been reading your website for a couple of weeks now. I will tell you a story because I guess you’re gonna enjoy to have one more real example of how Hierarchy works.

I am 40 years old. My whole family moved from Latin America to California 20 years ago. I was 20 and my little brother was 17. We have always been best friends and I took care of him since he was born. But it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t need any kind of protection. We were both Alphas. I didn’t know this expression but it was clear that both he and I had been born to rule the world. It was even easier to notice that when we left our country and came to America, where we could express our sexual desires with much more freedom. I started to fuck girls at age 15 and haven’t stopped since then. My brother did the same thing and seemed to enjoy it too. One day, however, in a party when he was 18/19 he drank too much and let a guy suck his cock. Since we have always been best friend and had no secrets, he told me what happened next morning, regretting the terrible hangover but saying that he “kinda like it”. 

I would never judge my little brother but I didn’t expect that at all. Both of us had always been the powerful “Machos” of the family. I told him that I would love him anyway, even if he was a “faggot”. 20 years ago, I used this word (maricon in Spanish) just to mock him, neither of us had an idea about this whole hierarchy thing. Well, he embraced this “faggot” side but he didn’t want to suck any dick, he just enjoyed the blowjob that the boys in our town gave to him. Today I understand that my brother wasn’t a faggot at all, he was just using those who were there to serve him.

He “officially” came out as a gay man when we both moved from our parents’ house and moved together to San Francisco, a good spot to come out. You can only imagine the things he would do in Castro. That was the beginning of the 2000s we were young, full of energy and, most importantly, full of cum. He didn’t want anything with girls anymore but he had big balls to unload. We were brothers, best friends, and housemates, so I took hundreds of girls to my room while he would bring hundreds of faggots to his room and some non-fag bottoms too. Sometimes I could hear him fucking in the other room while I was breeding a girl in my bed.

For sure, that was the best moment of my life and I felt like a fucking King sharing that apartment in SF with my brother. Everything changed when I had the crazy idea of getting married in 2008. My brother told me that I would never stand to fuck only one pussy forever but, unfortunately, I had in my mind this rooted idea that a real Man must have a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and pursue the “American dream”. Well, I got married and there’s no need to say that, even though I loved my wife, it felt like jail. She was jealous as fuck and I couldn’t even like other women’s photos on social media.

I don’t even know how many times I needed to use my fleshlight in the bathroom to jerk off because she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And believe it or not, she was jealous of the fleshlight so I needed to keep it hidden. So while I was hidden fucking a plastic pussy in the shower my brother had the life I should be having. Since I had moved to live with my wife, he needed to find a new roommate to split the rent. He had the brilliant idea to put a faggot in the other room! So he not only fucked hundreds of nice tight boys but he also had a live-in faggot right next door to unload whenever he wanted to. He had full-time service and all the holes he could fill up. I had an annnoying wife that would let me have sex twice a week.

It took me a huge effort to keep that marriage but in 2011 the best thing happened in my life: she got pregnant and gave me my beloved son. Suddenly, all the problems I had been facing disappeared because I could only think about being the greatest father of all times. But I am still a big strong Alpha, I had my needs… I’m not proud at all of doing this, but I started cheating on my wife after 5 years. It took me half a decade to give up on that fake “traditional family” dream. My kid was a little baby and still my main priority in life, but I could not stand anymore. Besides, after my son was born my wife basically stopped to have sex at all. I was using the fleshlight every night. 

I found three nice girls and started fucking them. I was hot and young, it wasn’t that hard to find nice women to have sex with. I kept my three sexy lovers for a while but one day my wife suspected that something was wrong and told me something I will never forget: she said that if cheated on her I would be “stabbing” not only her back but also my son because I’d destroy our whole family and she wouldn’t allow me to see my kid anymore. Nothing is more important on Earth than my son and I just gave up on my three other women to be in that cage she called a marriage.

My son grew up and from 2011 to 2019 I basically lived as a caged lion. I focused all energy on work and family. I made a lot of money, bought a bigger house and provided my son and wife with everything they needed. Meanwhile, I talked to my brother everyday, he is and will always be my best friend. He had spent all those years in the very same apartment, fucking hundreds – maybe thousands – of faggots. In 2019, we were both in our 30s and one day I asked him when he would settle down and find a husband to build a family. He simply said that I was his family and his boys were his family too (he didn’t use the word faggot back then). He had sex multiple times a day if he wanted to with sexy smooth boys and I was fucking my wife once a week. Who was the Alpha now? 

That conversation made me realize that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in an unhappy sexless marriage just because I loved my son so much. I could be a great father, even a better father, if I were happy and fulfilled. Then my wife put the last nail in the coffin in 2019, when we were preparing everything for thanksgiving. She had always been conservative, her family never liked the idea of their white blonde all-American girl marrying a Latino brown man. Even though I have been living here for 20 years and I am literally a self-made man, they still make fun of my accent every time we are together and highlight how “non-American” I am.

The only reason they accepted me around is because I became fucking rich and I could afford all the foolish desires she used to have. They’re all Trump supporters too. When I look behind, I can’t believe I lost ELEVEN YEARS of my life with these stupid people. Anyway, the “last nail in the coffin” that I mentioned was related to my brother. My kid was 8 years old in 2019 and her mom, who has never liked my brother, said that we should try to avoid him at home because he would be “a bad influence”. I don’t want my kid to know that his uncle owns faggots either but nobody knows that, only him and I. She was referring to the fact that he was openly gay and he didn’t want queer people at home.

That was enough for me. I broke up and told he we would get a divorce. As you can imagine, the bitch and her lawyers took hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. But everything was worth it to get rid off those stupid anti-gay anti-Latino “Trumpiards”. I moved with my brother again but I bought a nice big house for me, for him, and his faggots. He has a nice job too but we decided to live together as a real family. He started reading your website during the pandemic and he’s a huge fan. He sent me the link to understand better what it was all about. It was not the first time he would try to get me into gay stuff and I would always tell him that I’m just a straight ally, my dick would never touch another male.

Everything changed when he told me just to be open-minded and think about this possibility. He knew that, since he was gay, I would never understand what faggot ownership is learning just from him. It would always be just “gay stuff”. However, he did something very smart and sent me the content of straight men using faggots. I read the entire thread of Matt, Nick, Jin and their faggots. At first, I admit (with all due respect to your content) that I thought it was just very well-written fiction but I got horny anyway. Then my brother sent me the videos of this guys Jordan, from Brandt’s Boys. That was all I needed to change my life.

I started watching Jordan and other straight men online. Although Jordan nowadays kisses his faggot, jerks off for other men and sucks cock, something that I’ll never do, I learned from him. 

One day my brother and I were drinking together and he called a faggot (there are 3 living in our house). He had never done it in front of me but he simply grabbed the boy told him to kneel and took a piss in his mouth!! What the fuck?? I was so shocked that I almost interrupted him and told him that it was too much and he could harm the boy. But the faggot had done it hundreds of times and love it. When he was done, the fag thanked him and asked what else he needed. My brother was already drunk so he said that, since the fag had his cock in the mouth, he could suck him and get a nice load. The boy had his throat totally fucked by my “little” brother and, again, loved it. After he came, my brother told the faggot to go back to his bedroom and relaxed again in the couch next to me. He noticed I was shocked to witness that and he just said that, while I had wasted eleven years of my life, he had been getting that kind of service since he was 18. 

During the pandemic, I opened my mind and deconstructed my prejudices about owning faggots. He convinced me to give it a try but I was still reluctant. So I told him that I would do it but I wanted the fag to think that it was him. We blindfolded one of the 3 faggots and he sucked my cock thinking that I was my brother. Our cocks are big and thick but the faggot noticed something was different and said that his Master’s cock was tasting different. I didn’t say anything, just held his head and fucked his throat. It was mind-blowing. No need to say that it was much better than anything that my wife had done in 11 years. I had a better orgasm in one night with that blindfolded faggot than in 11 years with her.

When I got out from his bedroom, my brother asked if I liked it. And he could see in my smile that I had loved it. Then he said “get ready, this one is the worst cocksucker among them”. In 2022, one of our boys needed to move for school and we allowed him to go. We have 2 live-in faggots now and we both use them. We haven’t did it together, though. It’s still too much of a taboo for us. What matters is that now I understand what is to have the life of a King. It took me years and years to have it, while my brother has already a 20 years history of owning faggots. But that’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m still 40, I’m in shape, I can fuck them for more 20 or 25 years if I keep healthy.

I’m still straight and I still fuck a lot of women but now that I’m getting older it is harder to find random sexy girls. So I now have to girls in her 30s who I fuck regularly but it’s even unfair to compare their blowjobs and pussy with our boys’ service. I don’t intend to get married again but I’m still the greatest dad to my kid. He’s almost a teenager now and I love him more than everything on Earth. I really hope he’s gonna be a big strong Alpha like dad and uncle but if he’s a faggot I’ll support and love him anyway.

I apologize for such a long letter but, as a faggot, you must just read it and obey me. The reason why I’m sharing my story with you is because I want your readers to know that hierarchy is indeed truth. I don’t want to repeat that straight men can use faggots, because I know you’ve said that a hundred times. Most importantly, I want to tell your young readers that WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. We must study, work hard, focus on our goals, but it’s a violence against ourselves to get stuck on an unhappy marriage just because society thinks it’s right. I want to say that I love my gay brother, he’s a wonderful Man and a God Alpha. We’re both Latino brown Men and we are proud of it too. My ex-wife will never read this letter but I will tell her “fuck you” anyway and fuck all the Trump supporters that are out there hating gay people, black people and Latino people.

I’m a fucking King from Latin America, my brother is gay and there’s nothing they can do to hold us back.

Thank you Sam for such an important website, I can only imagine how many Men like me have embraced their Alphahood because of your work. I don’t know if you serve older Alpha like me but I would love to say thank you with a thick load down your throat one day. Now that I’m 40, I’ll have to fuck and cunt as many fag holes I can fuck to keep up with my brother’s impressive count.

We’re both VERY proud of you, faggot Sam.

Regards,
Apex Alpha J.A.

If you still don’t think Hierarchy is a real concept that governs all of our lives and can provide deep fulfillment when applied, please re-read the above testimonial. Master J.A. DEFINES its truth!

So many straight Alphas surrender their power and glory to the machinations of a society that wants to mute them. The truly powerful Men among us endanger the artificial societal constructions created by weak beta males seeking power that does not belong to them.

A beta male cannot tell an Alpha how he should live or by what standards he should live. Nature gives Alphas that right at birth. They owe nothing to anyone except the universe that blessed them.

I’ll never understand why any Alpha would voluntarily choose the cage instead of ruling the world. EVER.

But Master J.A.’s example is more than simply an advocacy of Alpha purpose. It’s also a revelation on Alpha sexuality. Alpha sexuality is not defined by who they fuck. Master J.A. could fuck 1,000 faggots and still be straight. That’s because he gets off on the POWER that fucking and breeding his faggots gives him.

Again, why would a straight Apex Alpha settle for a wife when he can live like a literal King, served by a court of faggots and fuck any female he chooses? WHY?

This was finally the lesson Master J.A. learned from his younger Apex Alpha brother.

Now they can finally rule the world together, side by side, brothers of blood as well as purpose.

I thank Master J.A. endlessly for his astounding life story! In the echelon of Hierarchical testimony found on this site, this stands apart!

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!

Bluefaggot. Greenfaggot. I’ve talked about these two important new additions to the ever-expanding hodge-podge family living in the massive guarded compound headed by Master Dino. While Master Dino and his faggot wife Jamie have been gone on their much-deserved three month vacation, Masters Chad and his younger Apex Alpha brother Master Dean (along with Master Shane) have taken over leading the family business, breeding the massive stable of faggots, and caring for three of the children sired by Master Chad.

Confused? Try being me and tracking it on a daily basis!

I don’t write about many of the goings-on at the compound because so much of it is controversial enough to cause seizures, but also because I love this crazy family enough to protect them. But every so often most extraordinary things happen with them that force me to discuss them here.

This is one such event, and it involves a new addition to the family they’re calling grayfaggot. I don’t know much about grayfaggot yet, other than it is a faggot who is a bit older and something of a flower child. Like some of the other stray cat faggots collected here, grayfaggot is broken and here to seek purpose and healing.

But, like many broken faggots, grayfaggot struggled to accept the kindness offered to it at the hands of its benevolent new Masters. So it tried to leave.

Here’s Master Chad’s account (and “Dino” here is Master Dean):

Just about sundown grayfaggot tried to bolt. I suspected something cause as happy as it is when My cock is in it, when it ain’t in service its still scared shitless of its own hunger. Now, I believe we’re over that hurdle. Me and pussyface were playing with the Boys when jimmy buzzed My room and said grayfaggot was packing. I went down to faggot quarters. I tried to be calming and diplomatic as I asked all the correct questions. She said she couldn’t live life as a faggot. I benevolently bit My tongue to keep from laughing and patted her head. I kept saying soothing things very suggestively all the while rubbing My crotch and making sure it saw My hard. Her eyes sparkled and she was almost slobbering and even softly moaned when I reminded her of the scent training she had daily. Finally I said, ” If you really feel ya gotta go then go but remember-ya go, ya ain’t ever coming back.” She looked at Me with big eyes, torn between the ghost of her recent past life and the thrill of being My cumhole. I told her to come with Me to the Playroom for a while and if she want to go after that then fine. Seeing terror in her eyes I swore I wouldn’t hurt her. I just wanted to make sure she really wanted to go back to her half-life of hiding. She followed Me there. Just to judge things, and for My own amusement, I scratched My sweaty nuts and held My fist up to her nose. Her eyes closed and she trembled as she inhaled like it was her last breath. That cinched for Me.

I quickly fastened a restraint around her neck only. I told her not to be scared I only wanted to do one more thing to be satisfied she really wanted to live without the benefit of her Savior’s blessings. I left her to use a faggot squawk box. I allowed the others to overhear My call to Dino. I told Him to join Me in the Playroom then told the other faggots they were gonna help their new brother decide if she really wanted to leave. My little faggot brother gasped and grabbed My arm. Staring at Me with shock she started to speak but I hushed her gently. Emboldened by fright and excitement greenfaggot knelt, kissed My hand and swore undying devotion. I pulled her forward and put her face in My crotch and said, “That’s My good girl. That’s why you’re My c.c.’s faggot-in-waiting, next in line to be My wife. Come with Me.” 

Dean joined us there. Grayfaggot’s eyes were filled with terror and faggot lust. I patted her head and she Instinctively nuzzled My crotch. I pulled back and said, “Now, just to be certain you want to give up the life you could have, a life of fulfillment, joy, and commitment to your Savior, Master Dean and I are going to show you all you’ll miss when ya crawl back to that silly, misspent life ya left behind when ya came here sniffing around for cock.” Me and Dino used every faggot in the house forcing grayfaggot to watch and listen. No more that a foot away from her she watched her brothers in the ecstacy of service. She was so close she could smell Our cum, the cum she LOVES. By dawn, she was begging not to leave, swearing she was Mine forever and absolutely screaming and begging to be forgiven and used in any way I desired. She even begged for physical torture if I’d only allow her to stay and be one of My cum dump.

Finally, We sent the faggots away and released her. Instantly she sprang for Me but I slapped her saying, ” Don’t be anxious. You don’t have permission for shit.” I told her I hoped she learned something and asked her what she could do to show Me she was sorry, what she could do to regain My trust.  She asked Us to please come with her to her room. When there she gathered every single personal belonging she’d brought, even photos, and gave them to Me keeping only her faggot uniforms that I provide faggots. We followed her outside to the burn barrel for trash and she threw everything in and lit it. As it caught fire and blazed she kissed My feet while crying and begging her Savior’s forgiveness and use. I looked at Dino and knew we both were thinking the same thing. We both began pissing on the faggot while it thanked Us and pleaded for use. It gulped at Our piss, desperately begging to used, fucked, and raped.  Without any answer I told it to get the fuck up and shower its nasty self. Inside We watched her shower and she stared and wondered why We watched. When she was dry I asked what she was going to do now to impress Us enough to CONSIDER allowing her to service Us. She broke down begging forgiveness and sobbing so heavily My stony countenance melted. I told her she was forgiven and she started kissing our feet, begging to be used. So from about 7am til now gray has been proving her devotion and has sworn to be the best faggot even born. LOL  Now I’m pretty sure she will be.

This is the 1st real problem I’ve had. I think I handled it fairly well. It sure got the solution I wanted. And it’s what grayfaggot really wanted too. I just had to show her how she needed Me. Life is good faggot. Now I’m gonna catch some winks and decide if this was enough punishment or if a little more is needed. I told the faggots not to write that I would handle everything. Maybe you won’t be swamped with letters. 

Got that? Make sense?

Hours later I received this follow-up from Master Chad to prove that the breaking of grayfaggot was a success.

I thought you’d be interested in this. When I woke My pussyface kissed Me like I like then told Me grayfaggot was outside the door and had been almost as long as I’d been sleeping. I told her to let her in. Before I could say shit she was asking permission to speak so I nodded. She said she hadn’t been able to rest, worrying her Savior couldn’t trust her, that she’d run away sometime. She’d come up with a plan to prove she was trustworthy as well as worthy. So intrigued I overlooked her brashness I asked her ‘plan’. Realizing her faux pas of suggesting I hadn’t really forgiven her as I said she started to cry and rambling to please forgive her, yada, yada, yada. I said it was ok. I know it’s a new world and she was still a baby faggot and to slow down and tell Me her ideas. 

She asked to be chained at the ankle in her room when not in use or doing chores so I was certain she would behave. She would do that from now on if I wanted. Tears of gratitude were in her eyes as she remembered this morning and thanked Me again for allowing her to stay. Then she held out her closed hand like she had something for Me. I held out My hand and she dropped cut up pieces of what had been her driver’s license and social security card. She looked Me in the eye and, “Savior I love You! I belong to You totally, forever! I swear. Please never throw Me away! Please,  I’m so sorry, so sorry.” and collapsed at My feet is tears.

Yeah, I believe that’s all good. Grayfaggot won’t be anymore trouble but I believe I will do as she asked and restrain her at night for a while. It will reassure her I want her, which is the real reason behind her plan–now she’s afraid I’ll ditch her. So I’ll comfort her and she doesn’t even realize what she’s done. You faggots, always so insecure.  LOL  

faggot I don’t know much about her past yet. I know she and her sister grew up in a crazy place in Mississippi. The parents were Pentacostal freaks, the kind that speak in tongues and pass goddamn snakes around begging fate to intervene. Stupid fucks! Faggot had to pretend to be a Man and protect her sister and at 15 or so bolted with her. The sister turned into the slut gray wanted to be and kinda deserted her while the sister fucked Me and half the state. [Don’t sweat faggot. Blood tests prove Jasper’s Mine”] That’s all I really know now but I got a feeling gray’s gonna be a LOT more open with her Savior from here on. LMAO  Goddamn,  I’m good! I think it’s time for My favorite–a liverwurst and horseradish sandwich on sourdough and a side of pickled beans. I’m fuckin starved! 

That nasty favorite meal aside, Master Chad clearly broke down grayfaggot in exactly the way it needed and transformed it in the most beautiful way imaginable. It’s a skill so few Alphas understand, and even if they manage to break a faggot, rebuilding it is far beyond their skill level.

But Master Chad and Master Dean have been trained by God Alpha Dino. They both understand it as naturally as they understand breathing.

Master Dean was definitely left in awe of his older brother through this. He sent me this endorsement after the dust settled on the experience:

This is just a bit of praise for My Brother. No need to answer. You are aware of the happenings of last evening/this morning. I must confess My Brother is certainly becoming the Man He is destined to become.  You should have seen how skillfully and deftly Chad took charge the situation. In less masterful hands it could have spiraled out of control. I could not have been more valiant Myself. Father will be so pleased. Chad doesn’t want to tell Him but I shall at the appropriate time.  Faggot I tell you without shame the entire tableau left Me energized, thrilled and very erect. I could not help but suck Chad’s cock and afterward pour My new found power upon My bunny who now sleeps, exhausted from our revels. I was almost too aggressively sexual for even bunny, who can gangbang with the best of faggots, and finally said, “Please Deener, I can’t take anymore.” Poor baby collapsed gasping and holding on for dear life so I ejaculated into her for the 4th (?) time and allowed her to sleep still lanced on My fully erect member. God! This power over so many beings is a heady, jubilant experience.  I am still unprepared to receive this blessing from Our God. I mighten ever be. We are GODS faggot! Were you present I should give you your wish of use beyond your dreams by your King. I cannot contain Myself. I must forage for a house faggot and continue this blessed release. My cock has no conscience, only a need to puncture and fill. Good evening faggot. Your King must conquer. 

I guess what I really want to emphasize here is that, when an Alpha (or two) break and rebuild a faggot, they save it … but they also become much more themselves. As Master Dean exclaimed, he and Master Chad are GODS because they can break and rebuild a faggot into something beautiful.

Such is the inheritance of our greatest Alphas!

This post is part of a thread documenting the rise of Alpha Shane, adopted brother of Master Chad. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the ongoing saga of Master Dino, there has been one figure in the family I haven’t touched on much yet. His name is Alpha Shane. He is an old friend of Master Chad, and is now employed as one of Master Dino’s bodyguards. That’s a perfect profession for Alpha Shane, because he’s built like a tank (like virtually every Man in Master Dino’s orbit) and has lived a rough life that has taught him resourcefulness and mental toughness.

Out of all of the Alphas living under Master Dino’s roof, Alpha Shane might be the most model-attractive one of the bunch. Many women have given him whatever he’s wanted throughout his life; their affections come easily to Alpha who look like him. But even with all of that female attention, Alpha Shane also occasionally used faggots.

Since becoming part of Master Dino’s clan, Alpha Shane has truly had his eyes opened to the worship of faggots. He has been given free reign to use any of the faggots owned and serving in the house, and he’s begun to discover what his gift of Alphahood really means.

Take, for example, something that happened recently. Alpha Shane was struggling with some emotional baggage arising from his troubled past, and he felt anxious. So he asked Master Dino if he could borrow his fagwife Jamie for some of the truly incredible worship and service that Jamie used to snag Master Dino years earlier.

And Master Dino generously obliged.

Afterward Alpha Shane wrote this to me about the experience:

In a flash I realized I needed to relieve My mind’s whirlwind of hot aggression and soft, loving darkness. I needed the worship, devotion, and unquenchable hunger of a faggot.

A quick text to Dad had mommy at My feet in 3 minutes with no sign that she had just wakened, douched the pussy or that she had any other purpose than to be My hole, to be filled with My cum, withstand My aggressive rutting, while amazingly pampering My ego and draining Me of pain and semen. There’s probably a truly fucked up psychological reason for it (And I refuse to explore it) but My heart swells as do My nuts when her eyes shine and she calls Me “her Big Boy”. All I want to know or feel is her “motherly love” and her sexual brand of healing My emotional wounds. After allowing mommy the indulgence of taking her time to literally worship My cock until My pain was forgotten, her faggot lust for Me was fueled by My first load. I poured Alpha aggression over her and didn’t stop until about 15 minutes ago.

Right now, I am looking down on one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. She clings to My body, suckling an empty, flaccid cock that has no more ejaculate to shoot into her. Sweat shines off both Master and faggot as she softly continues her litany of frantic requests of further use, more cum, and more of anything My body produces. My aggressive omnipotence sexually feeds her need to be dominated just as My cum and spit feed her body and soul.

Tonight the power and coupling of Man and faggot, dominance and submission, of use and service all combined into a gorgeous symphony that reinforced nature and Man and Man’s ownership of all this world contains. It is a MAN’S world and it exists for Man’s needs, use, and pleasure. We Men are born to rule and faggots are loving holes born to ingest our sperm and submit their bodies and souls to us. Men rule and rut, faggots suck and submit. It is natural.  It is eternal. It is Hierarchy. 

I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I’ve ever read anything quite as beautiful and soul-quenching as that. Alpha Shane clearly wrote that in the afterglow of supreme relief and renewal.

There is truly nothing better for a Man than the absolute and total worship of a faggot. It’s not just the expert sexual relief faggots provide. It is a satisfaction of the soul of a Man when a faggot gives him the worship he deeply craves. It’s something that only males understand at some DNA level. Females are simply not equipped to provide Men with that sense of Godhood.

Alpha Shane was able to bask in the healing powers of faggot worship, and he was renewed. It’s just the way Nature intended!

Hierarchy Is Truth!