College faggots are drawn to fraternities naturally because of the Alphas typically in them. The opportunity to possibly serve an Alpha or two, even domestically, is too tempting.
However, by the time Alphas get into a fraternity, they’ve already developed a keen hunting sense, and spotting a faggot in their midst or lurking on the outskirts becomes quite easy.
Once they do find a faggot, they usually employ them as task slaves and domestic servants. However, during rowdier times, frat Alphas often get a little wilder with their house faggots. I’ve heard of gang bangs and rapes happening in these situations.
Never underestimate the limitless possibilities of an Alpha pack on the hunt!
The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The title to this post is a pretty well-known saying among Alphas. I know, because I’ve heard them say it plenty of times. And while it’s clearly meant to be a joke, there is an underlying belief that I feel Alphas accept about “consent” versus “consent in the moment”, which are two wildly different concepts.
I can tell you that Alphas in the moment take any hesitation in resistance to mean consent. In other words, if the faggot or female doesn’t fight back vigorously and emphatically when being taken by an Alpha, the Alpha considers that to be half-hearted and essentially just a suggestion of resistance. Like a playful game, let’s say.
My faggot brother James (who is still serving his straight Master after ten years!) had a thought about this issue, which he sent to me through my Questions From Readers inbox. Here’s what he had to say:
Although quite rare, I have read and even personally heard a faggot’s account of what they consider being raped by an Alpha after submitting to his control… The most common instance of this would be forceful anal penetration after discussing only oral service beforehand… It seems that these faggots consider themselves on a par with a woman, reserving the right to curtail the man’s sexual release at any time prior to culmination.
Although I have been one straight Alpha’s personal faggot for 10 years to date, just prior to this I experience the same situation on two separate occasions with two different Alpha males. In each case, I had previously consented to meet for the purpose of providing oral service to completion and swallowing the load. In both situations the Alpha made the decision that oral service would not be sufficient to fulfill his masculine needs. So, prior to arriving at climax, these Alphas provided me with anal sex as an option. I had not prepared or allotted time for this so I declined. This answer was not acceptable and I was physically forced into assuming the position and being fucked until his satisfaction had been achieved. Although a certain amount of force was used to bring me into compliance, I recall that my resistance was halfhearted at best. Something inside of me seemed to urge compliance. I would outwardly exhibit resistance, but total submission would be the end result.
Once penetrated, my ultimate purpose as a faggot was realized and the Alpha’s satisfaction was achieved. I never felt that I had been raped or anything akin to it. After all, these men had identified me as a faggot beforehand and that meant they would have a certain mindset as to my purpose.
I knew they had only acted as nature intended… And my final compliance was true to nature as well.
Here James draws a distinction between a female and a faggot in terms of “rights”, and I agree with that. Women are meant to be complements of a Man, not a slave (like faggots are). That’s not to say that Alphas don’t roll through the stop signs women put up, but the dynamic is definitely different. As far as Alphas are concerned, there are no stop signs with a faggot, given that a faggot’s entire existence is to serve and service Alpha needs. So right off the bat, we can see that an Alpha’s perspective going into a meet-up with a faggot is radically different than that of their approach to females.
So given an Alpha’s original perspective on a faggot – that it exists to be used – once an Alpha is in the act of using a faggot and it starts to “fight back”, it’s only natural that the Alpha would force the faggot to take his dick and load (or give up money, or whatever else an Alpha is using a faggot for).
But the real meat of what James says involves the end result within the faggot when it is forcibly entered against its will and bred (or, in the vernacular of some, raped). As he correctly points out, the faggot learns its place in a more meaningful way. It becomes more submissive, more obedient, and more grateful for a deeper understanding of Hierarchy.
That is certainly what happened to me in my rape (I do call it a rape because I was actually fighting back and had a knife put to my throat). Even in a more violent scenario like mine, once the bleeding stopped and I could process what happened I definitely understood Alpha rage and authority from a much deeper perspective. And, in a weird way, I developed gratitude for my rapist for teaching me a fundamental lesson about Hierarchical truth.
That’s sick to some. But those faggots out there who have been forcibly taken and used by aggressive Alphas know of the truths about which I speak. I guarantee that my brother James knows.
Ultimately, faggots are “the willing”. We are born with a willingness to be used by Alphas, to serve them even in their darkest moments. We NEED to be used this way.
So it isn’t rape … not really. Our faggot hearts were willing to be taken long before we ever protested, and before they ever even penetrated us.
Alphas teach us this every time they hold us down and force us to learn that lesson.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
A couple of days ago Master Jase shared a pretty astonishing developing story of his claiming of a new faggot at his gym. You can read that first part RIGHT HERE.
At the end of that, Master Jase hinted that he wasn’t done developing this married muscle fag. Indeed, right after I published my first account, he sent me this message:
Ordered the new dad fag to wait in the carpark of the gym after work, received an instant “Yes sir” as a reply. The fag must have been agonizingly waiting for my message, and I know he usually goes home to his family but today, he’s aching and ready for his sore pussy to be put in multiple positions by my giant cock.
So I knew the next day (yesterday) was going to be insane. Witness the insanity:
The cunting continued today. As ordered, the fag was in the carpark, waiting. He was flushed and already panting when he saw me. Made the muscled fag get on his knees, asked if he had been a hungry little slut. “Yes sir.” Daydreaming about my cock choking and stretching you out? “Yes sir”, the fag got more breathless. Pushed his face into my crotch and told him to sniff. The fag groaned and moaned.
Tossed him into my car and drove home. I ignored his breathless moans in the back. Once home, I made him pull out my cock while I pulled off my shirt. I stood like that over him, my thick cock sitting heavy on his face, and I knew he could see my powerful body ready to train him more. First his throat. Made him take more down his spasming throat than he did prior. Spit and pre covered his face. Told him to strip, and then lie back on the sofa. He trembled as he did, and his legs automatically spread as I approached. I fingered his still red and clenching hole, stretching it, told the fag to at all times keep his eyes on either my face or my body. I pushed my cock in, steady and powerful, watching his face as instinctively moaned and groaned from his stretched ass ring trying to accommodate my girth. Paused and told the fag again to look at me. He did, with his face still smeared in spit and pre, his eyes already dilating. I pressed firmer and as I broke through his second cunt again, he began shaking and crying as his eyes rolled back again. His ass ring clenching weakly and uncontrollable and the rest of his ass squeezing me as the fag lost himself again to the cunting.
When he calmed down, I leaned over him so even his dazed eyes could see me. Told the fag that this was what he was made for, and began to fuck him in slow, powerful strokes, and watched as he started to cry again with his eyes going white. His body trembling and back arching, his legs spasming and stretching even further out when I pushed an extra inch in that he couldn’t take the day before. I love watching the involuntary actions of a fag when he gets cunted deeper beyond his belief. He was already incoherent, and an hour more of just the steady slow pace, the fag was barely conscious and weakly whimpering. Muscled slow-fucked into a pile of cock drunk flesh. Another fine cunting training session.
Got my in-house slut to take care of the fag before he got to work on my cock, and having had to keep control of myself with the new fag, I went full primal rage in wrecking his muscled cunt with a brutal and hard rutting. Even after I unleashed a monster load in his ruined cunt, the new fag hadn’t yet moved. Told my in-house slut that once he recovered, to wait for the fag to come to and drive him back to his car at the gym parking lot.
I’ve never had an Alpha cunt me in stages, so I can’t really imagine the delirium this new faggot is going through. The fag probably feels like it’s wandering lost in a haunted house, terrified of what’s around the next corner. Every encounter Master Jase pushes it deeper into a subspace that can overwhelm anyone. I have no idea how this faggot is returning to its family, its aching pussy empty and yearning for Master Jase’s cock to fill it again.
It’s pretty clear that Master Jase is going to push it even farther in the next day or two. Master has refused to actually breed the faggot (thereby making this cunting “official”) until he is able to fit his entire cock into it and fuck it properly.
I’m not sure who’s more excited about this prospect, the faggot or Master Jase … or ME!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Have you ever watched films about lions? Ever notice how lions watch their prey carefully, stalk it, and then pounce, clamping their powerful jaws around its throat until it’s dead? In any of that, did it ever seem like the lion was thinking about anything other than satisfying its own hunger?
Of course not! The lion is an Apex Predator, and everything else serves its needs!
Like a lion, Master Jase is at the top of Hierarchy, a God Alpha. And like a lion, his urge to satisfy his need for domination and breeding come before the needs of inferiors beneath him. However, in the process of him using these inferiors for satisfaction, Master Jase occasionally transforms inferiors into their true form: a faggot. By splitting them open and deeply breeding them with his giant cock, he effectively forces them to accept their truth.
Like a lion feasting on a kill, what Master Jase does is an integral part of the Hierarchical circle of life.
Master Jase shared a pretty dramatic experience that occurred over the last few days involving a 40-year-old virgin faggot at his gym. It illustrates that primal function God Alphas play in the greater scheme of things.
Made a fag out of a 40-ish old father this last week. I will detail more later, but in summary. Broke him in on Sunday after the fag couldn’t resist my presence in the gym sauna after I had aggressively mounted another slut in the showers. Had him use his mouth over as much of my cock as he could, which was barely half my giant dick. Told him to clean his ass out and to meet me back at the gym on Monday at the same time in the morning.
Monday, I made him watch as I rutted inside a bodybuilder slut in a private room, then the new fag tried to take my cock in where it belongs. He could only take my cock head and a little bit more. Taking virgin holes like this is a thrill, especially when my cock looks like a bottle trying to fit itself in a fresh fags barely touched hole.
Tuesday he was able to take around four to five inches. He laid like a good boy after I told him to bend over a bench. How his body tried to take more, the fag begged at how he could always feel the slow stretch, how that bit of his pussy that I had loosens through was aching in soreness and need.
Today I cunted him. Back in the sauna. I sat and spread my legs, he knelt and sucked and licked. Told him to display for me, he bends and shows me his clean hole, still red from two days of training. Note that he is at least a head taller than me and more muscled. Didn’t stop me from picking him up by his waist, and positioning his hole over my raging monster cock. Inch by monstrously thick inch I sat him down on my cock. How he breathed hard, let out a few groans and even small yells. I told him that he could scream and whine, but I was unstoppable, and he was to remain in place. Half my cock was in, I turned him so he faced me. His arms were trembling, his back was arching and his mouth was already open and drooling.
I felt my tip pressing against his second hole. Too easy. I pushed him down, and felt his second cunt snap around my cock head. The reaction was instant. You have been cunted, fag Sam. You know what it’s like. The fag threw back his head, his eyes rolled back completely, his nostrils dilated and his tongue lolling out his drooling mouth. His hands were clawing weakly at my muscles. His legs were spasming and his toes curling nonstop. His whole body was flexing and twitching on my cock and in my arms. And I still had over a hand of cock left outside his taut stretched cunt lips. I rode his body back up and down, and each time I pushed passed his second cunt, the fags head would swing side to side, and his whole body would jerk. I love cunting fags like this. Slow and deliberate, so the fag can feel every thick veiny inch reshaping his cunt to the shape and size of my cock. How his thighs spread even further automatically, trying to expose his now important sex organ, his pussy.
I cunted the fag today for a solid half hour before I picked him off my cock and let him slide to the floor like a ragdoll. Until he takes my cock to the balls, my new fag doesn’t get rewarded with my seed.
He has plenty to learn. After all, I am a physical breeder, and the new fag has neither taken a real power fuck, nor a full breeding. Unlike my house slut that I just fucked into unconsciousness after I woke up at 4 am with a raging erection. Alpha needs hit at any time.
Indeed, I have been cunted multiple times before, and this is a pretty accurate depiction of it (from the Alpha perspective). I really connected with Master Jase’s detail about the new faggot involuntarily spreading its legs open to take more of his cock while being cunted. I experience this too, and I liken it to a deep relaxation that loosens the entire body. It’s mostly because the faggot brain is shut down during cunting, and they’re losing consciousness.
But like a lion, Master Jase could sense the faggot hiding behind the veil of normalcy. So he pounced, and then systematically devoured the faggot’s will and resistance over the course of a couple of days until the faggot was set free through cunting. Now there is no façade left, only a cunted faggot that will forever yearn for Master’s cock to fill The Void inside it!
Earlier I mentioned that Hierarchical circle of life, and I meant it. What Master Jase did with this faggot – indeed, what ALL Alphas do when they cunt their faggots – is part of a natural process that frees faggots to accept their place and purpose. If this didn’t happen, then there would be many more males wandering the earth in a confused, unfulfilled daze, unsure of their purpose.
Alphas forcefully taking, cunting, and owning faggots maintains the larger hierarchical balance … and it keeps the greater Alpha Pack well fed and satisfied!
A chastity cage is essentially a green light for any Man (Alpha or otherwise) that the guy wearing it can be used however they want.
This is why faggots proudly displaying their cages in gyms often get used in gyms. Alphas pumped with testosterone know they won’t hear “no” when they need to use it.
Here’s a young Alpha named @MasterNoirX visiting the room of a faggot owned by his Alpha brother, Master @danmasterboy. Master Noir needed to dump a load, so Master Dan had his faggot post up in a hotel room and wait ass-up for Master Noir to enter and then ENTER (if you know what I mean!).
Alphas typically never go without pussy to fuck. That’s because they not only can get someone to service them, but also they have Alpha brothers who look out for their needs, too.
The Alpha fraternity is a very real thing. When Kings recognize other Kings, a powerful bond develops that cannot be broken. They make elite plans together, share power and glory together, and rule kingdoms together.
Between each other, they laugh at how easy it is to own inferiors, to make these born-slave obey their every command. They marvel at the simplicity and majesty of their lives together at the top of Hierarchy.
This is the way of the world. Just as Nature intended!
College Alphas need easy holes to dump loads into. It’s a proven fact.
Every generation of college Alphas try faggot holes and their minds are blown. Why? Because they had no idea sex could be that easy and so hot. The experience improves the rest of their lives.
If you don’t learn anything else in college, you’d at least learn this hierarchical truth that will supply you endless amounts of power!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.
And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.
All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.
But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!
Prepare yourself!
I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.
I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am. After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.
He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.
Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.
I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.
He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.
Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.
I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.
He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat. He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.
He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy. I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder. I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.
He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.
He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.” “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me. He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth, It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me! He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.
He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!
He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!
King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it. All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.
He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said, “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.
Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!
I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.
It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm. I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence. When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.
Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking! All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot. At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.
I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.
This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!
I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!
As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.
Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.
I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.
The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.
What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!
Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:
My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?
The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!
Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?
Thank you, Sam! -#5
Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.
The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.
Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!
As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:
I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it. About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too.
Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.
Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now.
I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.
Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.
Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.
Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.
Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!
This young, redheaded Alpha fucks his older faggot in what looks like an attic, and he’s not shy about what he wants. He loudly pumps a load into it, then says, “You feel good enough to fuck twice” and proceeds to pound another load into it.
This is one of my very favorite porn clips of all time. It shows the simple dynamic that exists between an Alpha and a faggot when each one accepts their place!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.
One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.
He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:
I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.
My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.
I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.
That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.
I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.
It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.
Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.
But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.
I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.
My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.
I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.
Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:
Hi Sam,
It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.
Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.
The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.
I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.
There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,
Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.
We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.
I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.
That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”
He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.
Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.
The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.
After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.
Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.
He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.
But He wasn’t done.
I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.
He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.
I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.
More soon,
Johnny
Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.
I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!
But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!
I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m lifting the story of Master Jerome, a 19-year-old straight French Alpha, to its own thread because it has been developing dramatically.
I think it’s pretty clear that young straight Alphas are getting the message: that faggot ownership elevates them in often dramatic ways. Combine that knowledge with a young Alpha’s hetero-flexibility, and you have the perfect recipe for fast and unorthodox activities once considered impossible from straight Men.
Enter: Master Jerome.
The very first time Master Jerome wrote to me, I could hear confused, excited lust in his words. A 19-year-old Alpha is already drenched with testosterone, but there was something more with him. It was almost as if he had just peeked into the wardrobe and glimpsed Narnia, and now he was eager to charge through the wardrobe and conquer every kingdom there.
In his case, those “kingdoms” ripe for conquering were three twink boy ballerinas, pals of his sister. Seeing those flexible, lithe boys made Master Jerome hungry for fag pussy for the first time in his life, but those feelings didn’t scare him. Instead, his superior Alpha hunting instinct turned on, and he relentlessly pursued his first victim until he finally managed to get it away from the herd so he could sink his Alpha cock into it.
That’s all it took.
Now Master Jerome has written with an update on the hunt:
This is Jerome from France. I sent you a message last month about me, my sister, and her fag friends.
I wanna thank you for your advice and let you know that I’ve been very successful so far. To make things easier, let’s call the boys Fag A, Fag B, and Fag C.
As you know I was fucking Fag A twice a week and I wanted to fuck the other two as well. One day, after using Fag A and giving him some love to recover from a destroyed hole, he told me that Fag B and C were hooking up after their rehearsals. I asked him how that was possible if both were bottoms, but fag A told that they probably just make out and suck each other dicks. And so, I thought to myself “what a waste, two gorgeous fags in need of some dick sucking each other instead of being fucked by a real Man like me”
I didn’t mention anything to Fag A, but I decided at that moment that I would fuck and breed the other boys as well. My first step was approaching Fag B. I told him that I wanted to buy a nice birthday present to my sister, but I knew nothing about ballet, so I needed his help. He was really kind and sweet, so we went together to the store and bought a few things. I started to compliment him and say that he looked really good in his ballet costumes, then to see his reaction I said “but I won’t compliment you too much because I don’t wanna have trouble with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?,” he asked. Then I said that I thought that Fag C and him were a couple because they are always together. He got embarrassed, and said that they were just friends. It was around 6pm, so I invited him to have some dinner with wine as a retribution for his generous help. He accepted, and after 3 glasses of wine, I asked him again why Fag C and him were not together, if they were such a pretty couple with so many common interests. I used this strategy to make him verbalize the reason why two faggots could not be together.
I had already gotten in his mind and he was much more outgoing after the wine, so he just said “well, we were not very compatible.” I pretended that I didn’t understand what he meant and just said “oh, I would never imagine that, you guys are both ballet dancers, I thought you had a lot of compatibility.” Then the sexy femboy chuckled and said “well, you’re straight, you don’t understand, but when to guys are together one needs to be the Man, and in the bedroom we are two girls.” I laughed along with him and just said “well, you’re really talented and attractive, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” I paid the bill for us, we left the restaurant, and the faggot asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not but I was hoping to find a girls as sweet and cute as he is.
That was all it took for him to let me get closer and we started kissing (a literal French kiss between two French people in France lol). The boy was surprised and said that he didn’t know that I liked guys too. So I said “well, I like you, and that’s what matters now.” I took him back to my house and squeezed in my room because my sister was there. Then I told him “well, if your problem was having two girls in the bedroom, now I guarantee that you’re the only girl here, and I’ll treat you as my girl from now on.” He sucked my dick as if I were the last Man on Earth, what a wonderful blowjob.
Sadly, I did not have lube in my room, and he was a virgin with a super tight hole. So I kept him in my room for several hours, and pumped three loads in his mouth. He swallowed all of them and did not complain at any moment. I put him on my chest after all these blowjobs and kept saying how gorgeous he is. The boy was really happy to be in my arms.
So Sam, I need you to give your insights on my strategy to conquer these fags. Do you think I did well in not fucking his hole? I would’ve probably hurt him, but at the same time I acknowledge the importance of putting my cum inside his ass as soon as possible. For now, I will keep fucking Fag A around twice a week, and I told Fag B that I will take his virginity soon. But his hole is much tighter than Fag A, so I’ll be extra careful to do it without hurting my new boy.
If you can tell me what you think and, most importantly, give me any advice on how to finally conquer the third Fag, I would really appreciate it. I like your idea of putting all of then on their knees, but I think that before getting to this point I need to be more romantic and conquer one by one.
Your work is invaluable, and I hope it is okay to keep in touch with you while I explore Hierarchy.
I was breathless reading Master Jerome’s update! Just a shocking amount of power, understanding, and control for a straight Alpha his age!
To answer Master Jerome’s questions first:
I absolutely think the conquering of Fag B was expertly handled. Throat-fucking aside, it was surprisingly romantic. I might caution against getting too romantic at this stage, simply because the stable of fags is being built, so keeping the romance to a minimum might be better in order to prevent any of the faggots from becoming too attached or jealous. In a perfect scenario, all three faggots will be able to serve Master Jerome together in harmony and cooperation. It’s what every straight Alpha deserves.
I completely agree with Master Jerome that it is imperative that he try to breed Fag B as soon as possible. His cum is already working on Fag B’s mind and addicting the faggot to its new Owner. Now is the time to strike.
And yes, Master Jerome’s cock and rut will hurt the faggot (even with lube), but here’s the point Master Jerome might not appreciate yet: faggots are meant to suffer for the pleasure of Alphas like him. It’s simply our lot in life. Faggots are born to be pierced, fucked, and bred by cock. It hurts, but faggots receive pleasure from that pain because through it we find fulfillment.
Fag B will likely scream and cry while Master Jerome takes its virginity, but it will forever thank him for it afterward!
As for the taking of Fag C, I think I will just repeat what I said before: I’m sure these fags are talking to each other about what’s happening and probably anticipating more. I don’t think it’d be necessary for Master Jerome to go to great lengths to capture this third faggot. He could most likely just walk up to it and demand that it get on its knees to service him. But I think Master Jerome likes to play with his food before he eats it, so I’d just follow the path that worked so well with Fag B. It won’t take long, I promise.
So now straight Master Jerome stands poised to take ownership of his first three faggots. Soon he will have day-long worship sessions, with all three faggots servicing and worshiping every part of his body and giving him unending pleasure … all on command!
It’s simply the way Alphas were meant to live!
Master Jerome, you’re more than welcome to continue to use the site’s “Questions From Readers” inbox, but you can also write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com for more specialized, immediate advice!
