What’s up fag took your advice and it submitted to me in seconds it was like throwing a dog a bone. I expected that it was a fag already but I didn’t think it was that desperate. I had it kneel and kiss my shoes first and while it was reluctant at first a few slaps got it slobbering like a dog. It admitted that it was a faggot quickly and I had it yell it louder each time that I think my housemates heard it. Despite feeling amazing owning this fag and it being obedient, my issue is how hard it was getting. It took away from the pleasure of slapping it and forcing it below me when I saw how i could see its dick get hard from licking my feet and even more when I slapped it. I only have a short period of time with this faggot before summer so I want to train it better to break its habits so it can serve better while I can enjoy dominating it without seeing it be hard. I thought about threatening it or telling everyone but didn’t know if that would make the situation worse since I want to psychologically break it and make it completely subservient.
Thank you very much for following up on this situation, Sir!
First of all, congratulations on taking ownership of your first faggot! It sounds like you were exactly right about it, and I’m glad my suggestions worked! I think what you did to get it to loudly admit that it’s a faggot was quite effective; it’s almost like how drill sergeants use loud call/response commands in the armed services to get into the minds of their soldiers!
Now, let’s talk about your complaint, Sir. You’ll remember that I WARNED YOU about using harsh discipline on faggots because they often get excited by it. But you didn’t heed my warning, Sir, and so you ended up with something you didn’t want. It became a vicious cycle of increased violence and increased arousal.
Here’s the other thing: no male can really control their erections naturally. They just happen. I’m sure when you were younger you had erections at inopportune times. They just happen, Sir.
If you don’t want to see your faggot aroused, you must try to resist beating the faggot, Sir. I understand that beating it might be your natural urge, but to get what you want from the faggot, you’ll need to try a different approach … much like the one I outlined for you in my first response.
I might also add this suggestion now that you’ve taken ownership of it: chastity. Lock up your faggot’s skin flap in a chastity cage so that (a) it’ll be prevented from getting a full erection, and (b) it’ll be concealed from your view.
I do suggest that you be the one to lock the faggot in chastity, Sir. This is more official in the mind of the faggot and becomes almost a sacred ceremony for the fag. However, if you’re squeamish about touching the fag there, then you can oversee the faggot locking itself into chastity. Just make sure it’s secured on the faggot properly.
Overall, I’m pleased to hear this news, Sir! I’m glad you now can experience deeper and more resonant power, and the kind of like an Alpha deserves!
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.
It’s a holiday today, and I’m home alone, tidying up before Declan gets back from work. Honestly, it sucks that he had to go in today—I was hoping we’d get to spend the day together. I didn’t expect him to come home on his lunch break, but he did. I had the music playing loud while I vacuumed and didn’t hear the door open.
Next thing I knew, he was behind me—his surprise made me yelp so loud I nearly dropped the vacuum. He just laughed and said with a smirk, “Good housewife, cleaning up while I’m out making money.”
Still catching my breath, I asked, “What are you doing home, babe?”
He leaned in close and replied, “There’s a new guy at work. Hot as hell. I’ve been hard all morning just looking at him. I came home to put on some tighter underwear—don’t need everyone noticing.”
Before I could reply, he took my hand and said, “Come with me.” There was a glint in his eye I knew all too well.
He led me to the room where he keeps the jail cell —our little shared secret. “Shhh,” he whispered. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he locked one end of a hinged cuff around my balls and the other to the cold iron bar. My hands followed, restrained together in front of me to the bars. I was now kneeling, unable to move without a very noticeable consequence. He took my phone and placed it near by and turned my camera on and said: “Use your watch and turn your camera on to film yourself if you want or don’t. I don’t care”
Declan stepped back smiling. “Move too much, and you’ll feel it,” he warned, brushing his hand down my cheek. “I’m going to the living room to watch some porn and blow a load. I might make a bit of a mess—something for you to deal with after I leave.”
I heard him walk off, and then the unmistakable sounds of moans and motion coming from the other room. I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch—only listen. Time slowed to a crawl. Ten minutes later, he returned, casually unfastened the cuffs, and with a satisfied tone said, “Clean the carpet before I get back,” he said, licking his thumb and brushing it across my bottom lip. “I left you something to remember me by.”
Seconds later, the door shut behind him.
I wish I could say I was strong enough to resist, but I didn’t even think to take a picture for all of you. I just cleaned it up… maybe a little more intimately than I should have as I admit I took a few licks.
Does that make me pathetic licking his cum from the carpet?
All I know is… I’m still aching for him.
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I’ve been coming to terms recently with the fact that I am a faggot. Because of your website, you’ve inspired me and now I’m interested in locking my penis up in a chastity cage to start my fag journey, but I don’t know where to start.
Do you have any recommendations for where I can start looking for a good quality cage? Or do you have any yourself that you personally prefer and would recommend to other fellow fags? Any other tips or tricks for a good- fitting cage?
Thanks so much!
Hi brother! Thank you for the question!
Congratulations on accepting your faghood and for considering chastity! I think you’re on the verge of something wonderful and fulfilling!
My very best advice for newbies to chastity is that you should find a cheap silicone cage (Amazon has several) in order to find the right size for you (sizing isn’t as easy as it seems) without spending a bunch of money. Theoretically at that price point you could buy a couple of sizes and find the best fit.
Once you get accustomed to wearing it and you’ve found a good size, you can invest in something sturdier and cleaner, like stainless steel.
I recommend that you shave the entire area and keep it free of hair; that will make it more comfortable. And you can use talc or something like that to prevent chaffing.
I hope it goes well with you on your new journey! Chastity will change everything for you, I promise!
It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.
I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.
The men:
My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick
My daily routine included:
Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit
Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.
One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.
That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:
Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning
I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.
By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.
Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”
Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.
Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.
Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”
@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)
An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.
He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.
Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.
Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”
Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.
It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.
Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”
I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: “Drink up.”
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.
This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:
Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.
He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.
He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.
He pulled out and looked at me.
Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”
Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”
As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:
Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”
I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.
Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”
Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”
True story… the end
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I’ve never seen an Inversion Technique done like this before! Pretty fascinating!
I love the way that special cage locks the sissy’s clit inside the body! Almost perfectly flat!
I think I might be interested in trying that!
What about you??
Whether you’re owned or unowned, I think chastity is something all faggots need to consider. It will deepen your appreciation of both your own submission, as well as the value of true Men!
I’m reaching out because I’m really struggling and could use your guidance. I’m a faggot with a micropenis, barely 2 inches hard, and I’m honestly so ashamed of it. I love serving straight alpha guys who probably dont care about my size, which should feel like a relief, but my shame keeps holding me back from fully embracing my submissive side. I’m terrified they’ll notice my tiny dick during play and judge me, even if they’re focused on their own pleasure. It makes me second-guess my worth as a sub, and I end up holding back instead of being the devoted, slutty faggot I want to be. I also want to try things like chastity cages to lean into my role, but I’m too embarrassed to even look for gear that fits because it means facing my size head-on. Worst of all, I don’t know how to come clean about my micropenis to new doms. I feel like I need to warn them upfront, but I’m scared it’ll ruin the vibe or make me seem less desirable, even if they’re not focused on my cock. How do you get past this kind of shame to feel confident as a sub? Any advice on how to be honest with straight doms about my size in a way that’s upfront but keeps the dynamic hot and doesn’t make it a big deal? I’d love to hear how you’d handle this or any tips to own my role despite feeling so insecure. Please help!
Thank you for the question, brother! Although, I must admit it’s an extremely odd one …
I was born with a baby boy penis, too (not technically a micropenis, but close enough), and I guess there was some embarrassment in years 15-17 of my life. I knew I was tiny compared to my straight friends I’d seen naked or the other guys in the locker room at school, but my friends never picked on me about it (we had a mutual friend, a fat guy named Nuge, who had a micropenis and he was always walking around naked – so he asked for the razzing from us).
When I say there was some embarrassment, it was because I was living a lie during those years and having unsatisfying sex with females.
Of course, at age 17 my world was turned upside down when my Alpha best friend forced me into service, and I never used my penis sexually again. No Alpha I’ve ever been with has ever seriously cared about my penis. I’ve never gotten hard while servicing an Alpha. It’s simply been a NON-ISSUE.
But you’re making an issue out of that non-issue, which is definitely weird. If you’re embarrassed about your micropenis, get a flat-front chastity cage and eliminate it altogether. In fact, doing this will actually attract Alphas to you, because I’ve definitely proven that Men (especially straight Alphas) are fascinated and turned-on in some way at the sight of a sub male who has accepted its truth.
In other words, your psychological issue is getting in the way of actually serving, which then creates a negative-feedback loop. You need to break that loop, brother. Lock up whatever you have, dress it up as nicely as possible, and embrace it!
I’m a 24 year old faggot, and I have a slight dilemma.
So I’ve been servicing this Alpha for nearly 2 years now. He likes to take charge both in bed and in just our daily lives. He keeps the key to my chastity cage and only lets me out every so often for the occasional cleaning while in the shower. I cook for Him, clean for Him and service His needs whenever he wants. He lets me drink His piss, swallow His cum, and He usually will dump a load or two in my ass on the regular in return. He made me get a PA piercing a while back to keep the cage more secure (after a few escape attempts). He doesn’t like it when I ejaculate. He prefers I stay locked and horny so that I can better service Him and make sure He gets to cum a couple times a day. I’ve gotten used to having a constant, underlying feeling of horniness.
The other day He told me that he wants to pay for me to get a vasectomy. He said that the idea of knowing that I’ve lost the ability to reproduce (even though I never would have, otherwise) really turns Him on. He wants me to get a permanent vasectomy so that it can’t be reversed. He says that my libido wouldn’t be affected and that I would still stay as horny as I always do because I would still have my balls producing enough testosterone hormones, but that I simply would not be able to ejaculate sperm. I would become an even more non-man than I already am and would simply reinforce the power dynamics even further. He’s right that I don’t need the ability to reproduce anyway. I guess I’m conflicted. Do I go through with it and let them snip me? Apparently, the procedure is pretty quick and painless and recovery isn’t too difficult. Should I do it, Sam?
Thanks for writing to me, brother!
Hmmm … I didn’t know there even was such a thing as an irreversible vasectomy. That’s interesting.
You sound resigned to the fact that you were not born to create and father children, so I don’t really see why you couldn’t go through with the vasectomy. It really just depends on how firmly you believe that truth about yourself.
i’m an older faggot that has written you a few times. i’m recently divorced and girlfriend-free and ready to live my real life as a freed faggot. i’ve recently hooked up with a dominant top man, who is bi-sexual, and i like His style of verbal agressiveness when He tells me to suck His cock. He’s got a large cock, and shoots lots of cum…so i like servicing His penis. my question to you, is that i have a chastity cage, currently no key holder, and i’m wondering if i should offer it to Him. i long to be an owned faggot and love the idea of keeping Him stasified, especially since He shoots a large load. He’s got a submissive transsexual m to f who presently serves Him, but she doesn’t like degradation or urine. What are your thoughts about me giving this Alpha Man my chastity? He likes his unclean ass licked and loves to have His piss swallowed, which i will gladly do.
Hi brother! Thanks for the questions!
First of all, congratulations on finally getting free of your mistaken previous life and embracing the truth! I know it must be liberating for you!
As far as your question about your Master, OF COURSE you should offer your key to him! I mean, he controls it right now anyway, so why wouldn’t you do that? By giving him the key, your chastity will be more meaningful even if it is only symbolic.
my straight Findom (MasterJon15) has asked me to stay chaste and never cum again. I understand that he does not mean involuntary ejaculations f.e. wet dreams.
I know that by controlling my orgasms, my Findom controls my mind. He knows I will beg him to be drained, the hornier I get. He himself has restraint. He will not drain me past a certain limit he sees fit, but he finds it funny when I start sending money against his wishes. When I myself excede my monetary limits, I feel like he starts ignoring me.
Other things apart from Findom he wants me to do, are regular habbits such as Sport, Cleaning, Fasting on Saturdays etc.
I can normaly manage 2weeks without cumming, but after that… My mental restraint isn’t strong enough. I will run to my Findom, he will drain and tease me for hours… he will have me fuck myself the entire time with a dildo… and then send me to bed. He has told me not to cum, while I am fucking myself infront of him. If I manage to fall asleep, the days after that are pure agony. All I can think about is being used. When he ignores me, I send money.
So I end up playing with my cage and cumming.
I want to be a realistic Sub. If my bankaccount ends up in the minus, Im not fit to serve. Thats on me, I need to show more controll.
When I cum inside my cage, I am embarassed and feel shame.
My question is: Should I stay in chasity, but cum inside my cage? Or should I ask my Findom to specify when I am aloud to cum?
Hi brother. Thanks for writing.
I follow MasterJon15 on X, and he’s a pretty abusive straight Master. And from your description of how he’s manipulating you, it sounds like he’s a very clever and talented findom Master.
My concern is you’ve already disobeyed your Master multiple times, leading to your intense feelings of worthlessness and shame. This becomes a cycle that gets reinforced by masturbation.
Honestly, you need to stop masturbating and stay in chastity. I know that’s not what you want to hear, and I’m sure Master doesn’t want it to change because your addictions mean money for him.
If I’m answering your direct questions, then I think you should remain caged and cum in the cage.
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 experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from my beloved brother Fabien. I’ve been mostly conversing with his Master, Anthony, so I’m never too far away from him, but still … I’ve been missing him.
Fabien wrote me two days ago with something he’d made for Master Anthony.
Just a small new update that might amuse you! Anthony really values my mentorship of the other slaves of his Alpha Pack. He instructed me to write a sort of “slave Charter” outlining the golden rules that slaves must follow with their alpha master, which he intends to give to all future inferiors in his flock. So after a bit of thought, I finally came up with a list that I’m pretty happy with! Here’s the result:
The Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master
1. Admiration. He is better than you. He is a superior being. It’s only fair your life is harder for his life to be easier, that you are poorer for him to be wealthier. Always keep in mind how vastly superior he is to you.
2. Obedience. Obey first, think second. Disobedience is the greatest sin for an inferior. Many flaws are forgivable, but a disobedient slave is unworthy and useless. His orders, his desires, his whims, even the slightest of them, are absolute laws for you.
3. Respect. Deference must be verbal and physical. Do not just tell him your admiration: show it to him! Bow, kneel, grovel. Worship. His feet, his hands, his armpits, his muscles and his cock are divine relics to be adored by your lips and your tongue.
4. Loyalty. It is obedience without orders. Do more than he demands of you. His needs and desires are more important than yours. Put him first. Always ask yourselves: what more can I do to make his life better and easier? Learn to know him and anticipate his wishes. His happiness is your life’s main goal.
5. Gratitude. You’re the one who has to be grateful, not him. Simply being in his presence is a privilege. Serving him is a blessing. Remember it. Thank him every time you can: when he takes from you, when he gives to you, when he congrats you, when he punishes you. Never expect praise or gift from him, treat any one you do receive as an undeserved reward from God.
6. Penitence. You’re not perfect. Far from it. Confess to him your failures. Apologize and mean it. And above all: improve. Learn from your mistakes and never repeat them.
I hope you’re proud of your little brother!
I love everything about little Fabien’s list. It really speaks to mindset, which is an overlooked aspect of being a great faggot. It’s something that Fabien exemplifies.
Master Anthony probably fucked the hell out of Fabien after seeing this wonderful gift. After all, it was his great power that freed Fabien and made it possible for Fabien to become the beautiful mentor faggot he is today!
So thank you Master Anthony and Fabien for all you do to inspire others!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As soon as Ethan told me he had been invited to apply to serve a black Alpha, my internal alarm went off. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with that – quite the contrary! – but I know black Alphas can be incredibly demanding and rough. I worried this new situation might cause Ethan undue stress.
But Ethan’s new Master, King Karter, is no ordinary black Master.
Yes, he’s demanding … but there is a method to his manipulations.
Here’s Ethan’s description:
Sorry, I didn’t get back to you sooner, because I had to work yesterday morning and had to go to his place to do chores and I will give you more details in a second! Thank you!! I promise I will keep giving you and the readers a lot of updates! I did tell King Karter today, about finding your site again and having my thread, he was a little upset that I did not ok it with him first. He is out to most of his friends but DL with his Family, and he said he “dosn’t want his momma knowing about you fags!” But he was ok with it because he said he would read your site to see my thoughts and how am feeling about being a faggot. He also said it will help other faggots know their place. He said he would go back and visit your new site more often. And he also said I had to follow 2 major rules when I talk to you, First, ” Don’t Fucking embarrass him!” I can’t talk shit or say things that would embarrass him. and 2, I can not give you any personal details. Like where he lives and his name ( He said “since you already posted his name that is fine because his name is common not like other Niggers”) but not his last name or anything else.
I had my first day on Sunday after work. I came over to his place. He texted me that #1 would be there. He was and as soon as I walked him he introduced himself, he’s a pretty chill guy. In his late 30s, I think. I had to put my clothes in a basket near the front door. Each of the baskets had numbers, like #1, and #3. I put it in the empty basket but it didn’t have a number on it (Yet), I think I am still like on probation, like at work.
In the basket, was a cock cage the same one I used in the interview. I was trying to put it on and #1 helped me. He said, he had a trick since I’m uncut, he had a trick to make it easier. He helped me put my balls in the ring. Then he went to the kitchen and got saran wrap. He put it around the dick and foreskin and then put the cage on and then he had me slowly pull the saran wrap out. It pulled my foreskin up and out so my head was still in my foreskin and it was a lot easier and felt better than last time and he did it so quickly. He said with practice I would do it fast too. #1 had one cage on that was like a flat plate on it. I said “Wow, how do you put that one on? and does that saran wrap trick work for those too? He also said he was Cut so he did not have the same problem as me. He said no, it wouldn’t work with his because his has small holes, not big holes like mine. He said mine was called a Cobra, it is a medium size. His was a flat cage. I asked him how long it took him to get that small he said a few years. He was over 8 before starting chastity and now it’s probably about 5. He said he hasn’t measured it hard in a long time. And wears it a lot, 24/7 now. And only takes it out to clean it a few times a week but has not jerked in years. I was shocked!
How much does the average dick get smaller in chastity? I can’t believe his shrunk is almost half its size.
Then we walked around the apartment he showed me where everything was. He asked me if I was any good at cooking. I said I liked to cook, I might be ok. #1 said, “good, 3 was terrible at it, and it will help me too.” He said he would show him eventually what to make for King. Then we got to work in the bedroom. We made the bed and cleaned the room. He told me about himself. How he was owned by 2 other alphas before, the first one, when he was a lot younger, like my age. The Alpha was a lot older, a white guy. but he wanted to retire and move to Florida. So he sold #1 to his second Alpha, Straight Alpha. I was in shock again! I asked him, “He sold you like property?” 1 said, “yes. But, if I didn’t want to go I guess I wouldn’t have.” But he said, “He felt it would be dishonoring his first alpha and he really liked him and taught him so much.” After, he was bought by the straight alpha, who served him for about 5 years. He got married and wanted to start a family and let 1 go. He found King, on Grinder, and at first it was just a sexual like top / bottom thing. Then after a while, he would come and pick up after King. Cook for him and showed him how he should be treated. He said, “At first when I was getting fucked by King, King would have me wear jocks, to cover myself.” Then he told King about chastity. King liked the idea, of a faggot willing to lock up his dick and devote all his sexual pleasure to his King (Alpha). That is why we all wear them now. And, even in Jocks we can get hard. and in cadges, we can not! I also told him about my past, and about writing to you. He said he would often read your site a lot before, He also didn’t know about the New one. He said he remembers reading my old post. He said he remembers it because he identified with it. He also played sports in High School, not Football, Baseball mostly and soccer. (this was before I knew about the thread)
He then showed me the bathroom. I had to clean the tub, toilet, and floor, put in the new towels and new toilet paper, and wipe it all down with Clorox wipes. It didn’t take too long and was not hard at all. I guess they clean it once / twice a week. So, it was not very dirty to begin with. I also had to put new toilet paper on if it was more than 3/4 empty, which it was. #1 came in to inspect, He said I did an overall good job, but he wiped around the bowl and behind. He said I have to look for the small details because He will see them. I told him thanks, and I went to the kitchen to finish helping him with meal prep. He does all of the cooking because 3 can’t cook worth-shit. Oh, I said he (#3) said he knows it! King eat something he cooked once and got sick, and King said he had other skills. Later, when I was talking to 3, he agreed, he hated cooking and sucked at it. And doesn’t want to make King sick again.
1 told me if I can cook pretty well, I can help him meal prep for a King for the week, and help cook his dinners. I asked 1, if he liked having other faggots around. I thought he would be like jealous or something, or would not want to share in the work or credit. 1 told me that “He is not a jealous Bitch, and neither should any faggot. The more faggots a king can have, the more power he has. The more happier he becomes. And that should make us all happy. I (him) should never be jealous if 3 gets fucked more or if I cook more or if You (me) might do a better job with cleaning, or get a lot more dates. We all work to serve. It don’t matter what chores or things we need to do, just that we are doing what is told of us, doing our best to serve, that is what we strive for.” It was like talking to you haha!! After we were done cooking, and packing the meals we talked a bit more, his phone got a text and he said King was about to come up, he was parking now. He told me how to kneel by the door and always look at the floor, as King came in. He petted us on our heads, and we always had to look down at the floor so I didn’t see him (or his face) at first he petted us like dogs and came in and sat down on the couch, we came over and he wanted a progress report, 1 told him everything we did. He said good and went to inspect the bathroom and bedroom. He said I did a pretty good job. I was like in Mile High! I had to hold in my smile. I was also getting hard in my cadge too. Just him in the room made me hard, and his voice. All I could think about was the last time, and I could smell him again too! 🙂
He came back and pulled off his shirt and pants. Pulled out his huge cock. This thing is Huge like 9-10″ Long (soft) and like 4″ Thick (Soft)! I was a little scared if I would be able to take it in my mouth and throat, much less my Cunt! He asked me if I was still doing my Homework. I said Yes, I have been trying to do it every day. He said that’s okay but I should now watch them 2 times a day if I can get the time, and find other trainers to watch. He said he understood it might be hard for me to do it at the dorm. So I can also do it here too if I am done with my chores. He petted me again on the head and rubbed his fingers in my hair. He also said I have to shave my face he doesn’t want me to have a full beard anymore. He said I could keep a little stumble or be fully clean shaven but not like I have it. I said Ok. He also said I had to trim my body hair too. I can keep most of it but I had to shave it down to no more than a few CMs, that included my pubs. But my pussy had to be clean, I said yes but I have never shaved back there, so I didn’t know how to. He said 1 and 3 would help me do it or help me wax it. I don’t have to be full body Waxed like 3, his whole body is supper smooth, but it needs to be shorter. I said I would be happy to clean it up for him.
Then he started just waving his cock, and asked me if I wanted to suck it. I said, “Yes please!” He pulled out 2 bottles of poppers. Gave me one and 1 the other. He told me to sniff it when he said, Hit! So I did and so did 1, at the same time. He then began by slapping 1 in the face a few times with his cock and hands, and then proceeded to fuck his throat so hard! King would slap him a few more times on his face and the back of his head and then make us both hit at the same time and then fuck his mouth, then make us hit. He would also hit 1 in the back of the head a few more times. My heart was racing. I wanted so, sooo badly to be in 1s place. All the time King and 1 would look at me and King would smile. He would make me say, “I was a faggot, I want to suck that N*ger cock,” over and over again. He would have 1 say that I (me) was a faggot, a white Jack of spades, that all I want to do is to suck Big Black Cock while they both looked at me with King’s Dick in his mouth. King would shove his dick down so deep in 1’s throat it would budge and 1’s eyes would water and his nose would be in Kings Pubs. And then 1 would pull off, sucking in air and almost puking. And then he would make us both hit poppers. Like you described Rutting, this was like that, but in 1’s throat! I have sucked quite a few dicks but nothing was ever this rough. My mouth was drooling all over the place!
After he got a bit rougher, the whole time he and 1 were staring at me, he shouted he was going to cum in 1’s pussy mouth. He made us hit poppers again, then pulled 1’s mouth in and down to his pubs. For what felt like a whole minute 1 wasn’t even struggling, I had no clue how he didn’t. Then King came so hard, hitting 1 in the back of his head a few times with his fist, and pulled out and shot the other half on 1’s face! After he was able to calm down for a sec, I realized I had not sucked him yet! I wasn’t even thinking about it until he was finishing off on 1’s face. Then I felt disappointed again. I was So hard in my cadge I could feel my fag dick pressing into my insides again. He looked at me and asked if I wanted this, and he scooped up two fingers of his seed off 1’s face. And walked over to me, my mouth was open and I said,” Yes Please! Yes, Please King can I have your Alpha seed!! Please!” He smiled, “You did go today. #5!” He put it under my nose to make me smell it, and pulled away a bit when I went to go lick it. “Wait,” He said. “You want to be my Faggot? You want to be in my Kingdom, and servue The Black Kingdom?” I said, “Yes, please!” I sounded more like a begging dog at this point. He said, “Good! Your no longer Ethan, He is dead now, from now on if you walk in to this house, If you go on Dates, You are Number 5, Your old life is over, you are a faggot now, Drink my Black Seed, Faggot #5.” He then shoved his fingers in my mouth and down my throat. His seed tasted so good. I had tasted cum before. But this tasted stronger somehow, like it was a much stranger taste and more potent. He shoved his fingers down my throat and I gagged some. Then he smeared his fingers all over my face.
He gave me a few not-so-hard slaps on the face and said, “Good Faggot!” I almost shot in my cadge if that is possible, and felt like I was jumping up and down. He told me 3 will send you 1’s contact information and 1 will contact you about what times I can come and work. Also, how much money I will be contributing from my paycheck? King said he would consider my living expenses as well as my schooling. King said he wanted me to do well in school. So I can make a lot of money for him after I get out. I am going to study to be a financial adviser after my Gen Ed is done.
He then said to get dressed and get out. I said, “Yes Sir, Thank you for letting me serve you today sir!” He smiled and petted me on the head again like a dog, I was so happy as to what he said. It didn’t occur to me until I was driving home that I still hadn’t sucked him yet!!!!
Huh… Sam, How long is this does this denial part take to end? I know you said it is a good way to train faggots, but how long does it last??? How long will I have to wait? It is soo Hard and I feel like it is driving me so crazy!!! I read in one of your other threads (I forgot who it was) that it took a few weeks for the faggot to be Cunted, How long does the denial time usually take? It is so hard waiting especially since it is right in front of me. And I can actually taste it (his seed) in my mouth.
This is a pretty astounding introduction! If I were Ethan, I’d be vibrating with excitement and a bit a terror!
I love hearing about the different ways Alphas control and organize their stable of faggots. King Karter is highly organized, and his number system for naming his fags is efficient and dehumanizing. His program for initiating his faggots reminds me very much of how legendary FWA Alphas Master Nick and Master Matt approached the process, with scent training and domestic chores coming first before accepting the faggot into the fold for feeding/breeding. It’s an outstanding way to focus the faggot, not on the reward of cock/cum, but the privilege of service an exclusive God Alpha like King Karter.
The fag mentorship and cooperation was also inspiring. I love when fags do what fag #1 did with Ethan, helping him to put on his new chastity cage with a handy trick I’ve heard about but have never tried nor seen done. It’s such a blessing for a Master when his faggots cooperate in order to keep a house focused and organized.
The most intriguing detail in Ethan’s account is the mention of buying/selling faggots between King Karter and his Alpha brothers. King Karter is part of BNWO (Black New World Order), a secretive cabal of black Alphas across the country who are organized and whose charter is focused on the systematic overtaking of the white race through the subjugation and faggotization of white males. I’ve been approached a couple of times recently about becoming part of it, which tells me it’s growing in strength and power. It’s my wish to be able to interview one of the black Alphas involved in it on the podcast. I’m still mulling over my involvement personally … it could happen.
My little brother Ethan has an extraordinary opportunity to become the property of a truly powerful God Alpha, a Man whose power comes from within and much as it does from his genetically-superior body. I hope Ethan can be patient and focus on serving King Karter’s needs! This is the time (pre-sex) when faggots either succeed or fail. Hopefully he makes it through initiation!
Hi Sam. Im a faggot in chastity. I want to get to the point of being able to cum from just my ass being used. At least in my experience that is easier said than done. My idea is to just keep locked and eventually I will cum while being fucked or have a wet dream or something. I know from experience that I will have to stay locked for over a month. (My current chastity lock up record is a month). I think I am just scared I will never cum again. It’s not necessarily a problem if I don’t cum again but I do worry about any potential health issues. I think I am looking for reassurance and if you had any advice or similar issues.
Thanks for writing, brother!
It’s a reasonable concern. I think if you’re being fucked, you will eventually leak cum or even “ejaculate”, even in chastity. I know it happens. I think it’s important for any Owner of a faggot to occasionally milk their faggots in order to help keep them healthy and contented in service.
There is conflicting information on just how necessary it is for males to orgasm in order to keep their prostates healthy. I think the sensationalized view is that males must cum all the time for health reasons, but that’s overstated I think.
I trust my body to know when I need to excrete seminal fluid. It happens naturally through wet dreams or general arousal. You can also use a vibrator to cause yourself to have a ruined orgasm as well. But you’re not going to lose the ability to have an orgasm, brother. It’s just going to be different than the way you originally experienced them.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I first met my brother Matt and the learned of the brutality of his new Master Connor, I warned against continuing to serve him because I feared something bad might happen to Matt. And while the jury is still out on that eventuality, I’m delighted to be able to say that my initial feeling about Master Connor was dead wrong.
He’s not a Destroyer Alpha in the traditional sense, He’s a Destroyer Alpha the way a controlled explosion effectively tears down useless structures.
Matt shared a lengthy recent experience so profoundly thrilling that I’m tempted to break it into a couple of parts. However, I think I’ll keep it all together so you can really ingest and appreciate the full power on display here.
Over text, I let Master Connor know that I expedited the shipping for my new cage and it would arrive before I see him next on Saturday right before his kickboxing lesson. He seems to really be enjoying and benefiting from the sessions! His new underwear arrives later today!
He told me the keys to my current cage are in his locker at the gym. News to me! But I also thought he’d bring them back after his workout. No! He said I’ll need to be there. And that I should arrive to the gym before his session, watch him and then he’d retrieve the keys afterwards.
Wow. What an opportunity to watch him in all his Alpha glory while I wait on the bench with my clit about to be downsized!
He told me not to wear panties because he plans to have me change cages in the locker room. Yikes! I thought he’d at least wait until after we were back to his place. He said to instead wear “some lame excuse for male underwear. Don’t overdo it fag. You’re not a Man. You’re a fucking loser.”
I wasn’t sure what to wear when he said that… I’m so used to being in lacy panties when I show up and he uses me. I only have a couple pair of “regular” underwear but they seem almost too masculine?
So without any filter, I suggested “like tighty whities Sir?”
His response was complete laughter. I’ve never seen so many emojis and “Hahahahaha” reactions in a row. He clearly thought it was entertaining. He finally said “Yeah.” with a devil horns emoji. He also told me to bring a pink skirt I’ve worn before so I’m not sure how that fits into the equation.
Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I’m excited to downsize for him and serve him fully. Yet I don’t know what this new venue and set of directions will entail. Not for my faggot brain to solve!
Either way, I’m sniffing his underwear as I write knowing it will all be for the better and tomorrow will be an incredible day.
When Matt sent me this message, I replied that I was curious about what he was planning with the underwear business. But of course, I’m just a faggot, and I had no way of seeing exactly what astounding things Master Connor had in mind:
Well my mind is blown! You said he may have a purpose with all of his violence and tactics. Not sure if this is it but wow has my dynamic of service to Master Connor changed as of last night! Here is an update to what I shared with below( the day before meeting him this weekend).
I arrived at his gym early so Master Connor would be sure to see me as he walked in. Pure butterflies in my stomach.
When he walked in he slightly nodded at me but continued on to the locker room to get his equipment.
He was chatting it up with the other Men there and the trainer started giving them some warm up exercises to do. I was so mesmerized by Master. He was confident, intense and focused. Soon the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. The sounds of the bags being kicked and punched, the primal grunts, the sound of feet quickly shuffling on the hardwood floor.
I’m sure my mouth was just gaping open the entire time as I watched on in an almost hypnotic like trance.
During a break, he came over and simply said “go get me some water and a towel faggot.” It wasn’t loud enough for others to hear but it also wasn’t a whisper. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly got what he demanded. After chugging the water and wiping his face, arms and torso with the towel he threw it toward me and I caught it right as it hit my face. It was magical. I kept trying to discreetly bury my face into it throughout the back half of his workout not knowing if I’d ever get such a pleasure again.
When it came time to end the session, the other Men went to the locker room while Master Connor chatted with the trainer. Eventually he motioned for me to follow him to the locker room. By that time, some of the Men were already heading out. There were probably only one or two still finishing up with one headed to the shower in just his towel. It was such a dream to be in their presence!
After we were alone in the area, Master Connor told me to strip down to my underwear which I did without hesitation. He told me how pathetic I was to be in my tighty whities with my clit caged in a Men’s locker room. He tossed me the keys and told me to turn away and swap the cages. And to hurry up “so none of these guys have to see a faggot be so disgusting in their space.”
It didn’t take long to get the cage unlocked and get the new one out of my bag. But then it happened. My clit began to expand and get slightly chubby – weak but still larger. I was panicking because I knew I needed to hurry up. Master Connor had finished putting away his gear and turned to see me still fidgeting. “What’s taking so long faggot? You forget how to lock that nub away?”
I embarrassingly told him what was happening. He nodded. Told me to pull up my underwear. I did so, not knowing how that would help. Then, without warning, he turned me around and directly kneed me in my fag nuts. Hard. I immediately fell to my knees and gasped. He let me writhe in pain for a few seconds before simply saying “hurry up you stupid slut.” Then I realized that my clit had almost full retracted and so I scrambled in my agony to get the tiny cage secured. Once I did, I thanked him for helping me. It felt weird to impulsively say that – it hurt a bunch and probably wasn’t the only solution but he provided a solution… HIS solution. He just shook his head half smiling like he was just embarrassed for me as a human being and I could understand why. We couldn’t be more different in our places in the hierarchy.
He then grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch where I stayed inhaling his natural power for a minute. He said he needed to piss and I followed him to a stall still just in my underwear. He quickly sat down and pulled his thick dick out and let his stream go right into my open mouth and down my willing throat. Before long he was face fucking me and I tried not to verbally gag too much knowing there was still one Man just finishing his shower nearby. Instead of cumming down my throat, he painted my face with a very thick, large load. He left the stall and told me to stay. There I was, nearly naked in the smallest cage possible and covered in his Alpha seed with piss and dick on my faggot breath. I’m sure I was quite the sight to see.
He came back a few minutes later with my bag. Told me to get dressed but to leave his load on my face. We left the gym and only the trainer was still there but on the far side of the space – just waving to Master Connor from a distance as we left. I was feeling both anxious to be in public wearing such an obvious cumshot on my face but also proud and calm as I walked a few steps behind the Alpha that had given me this incredible gift. HIS gift.
As we made it to his place, he told me to get properly dressed – which I assume meant putting on the short pink skirt. When I opened my bag I noticed my old cage wasn’t there. Did he keep it? Did he throw it away? No time to think about it and I wouldn’t dare ask. I suppose that older, larger cage is in my past anyway. So I move on, pulling up the skirt over my underwear and taking off the rest of my clothes. I start preparing dinner while he’s on his phone as I’m not sure what to do next. I then feel a very firm slap to my ass and I could feel his breath on my ear. I think dinner was about to wait.
I don’t remember verbatim but he said something like: “Such a dirty slut. Prancing around my house just asking for it and already wearing a load on your face. What a fucking whore you’ve become.”
This was new! I didn’t know what was happening. Was it role play? How should I respond?
He was cupping my ass and I whimpered saying “I’m your slut Sir.”
Another hard smack to my ass. Then I heard it for the first time: “Good girl.”
My head was spinning. I’d always been willing to feminize myself to some extent – I mean, I’m definitely not a Man – but really only to further myself from the concept of masculinity. So panties or the like. Now my Alpha was telling me I was a “good girl”?!
Before I could think much more about it, he let loose a barrage of slaps to my ass and then yanked down the back of my underwear. I heard him spit on his dick and then it was buried inside me almost instantly. I was leaning over the counter as he took me hard, fast and without any consideration for my pussy. His finger fish-hooked my open mouth as I blubbered gibberish during his assault on my cunt. The way he pulled on my mouth made my head turn back enough towards him that I watched as he methodically and powerfully drove his dick deep into my guts.
He was completely lost in his rut. I was a hole and he was fucking it relentlessly. A Man on a mission. Then as I could feel him get closer, the affirmation-based questions started as his fingers were still deep in my mouth.
“Who is my dirty little slut?”
I am Sir
“Who owns you?”
You do Sir
“What are you?”
I’m a faggot Sir. Your faggot Sir.
“Good girl.”
Then a few more thrusts and his load was coating my insides. He stayed inside my battered, swollen hole for a moment. I tried to gain my composure but I was still trembling from the breeding. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees to clean his incredible cock.
He eventually pulled me off his dick and pulled me up and my underwear up too. He took off his shirt and told me to order dinner for both of us and join him on the couch. He wanted me to stay?! To eat together?!
I cuddled up next to him as he watched TV and scrolled on his phone. Occasionally grazing my head across his still sweaty chest. Then I did something I’ve never really done before with him. But this was a day of firsts! I began to kiss his chest and his arms. Only a little at first. I looked up at him and he was staring back. He didn’t say anything which I felt gave me permission to continue. So I did and then I got bolder. Nuzzling my face into his pits and licking around his chest. In that moment I felt his fingers go down the back of my skirt and underwear and find my very-tender pussy. He pushed in and I groaned into his pit. It hurt but it was so amazing I didn’t care.
Soon his fingers were deep in my mouth as he fed me part of the load he’d just shot into my cunt. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
Around that time the food arrived and luckily they left it at the door – I couldn’t imagine someone seeing me in my current state. Not much was said as we ate and he mostly watched TV. I just kept staring at him with absolute lust and admiration. As I put away the dishes and cleaned up, I started to grab my bag assuming he was ready for me to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He said from the couch. “Did I say you could leave faggot? You got somewhere more important to be?”
I quickly put down the bag and said “No Sir. Sorry Sir, I just didn’t want to be in your way.” He had already shot two loads today (at least) and finished dinner. I assumed he was done with me. Not the case!
He had me get the shower started and then got in. I just watched from a distance. What an incredible Man. Every aspect of him was pure power and superiority. He had me dry him off and then he fell onto the bed. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do.
“If you’re going to stay the night, you better get to work on my feet because they are sore from all of this kickboxing. That’s on you faggot.”
Stay the night?! I was speechless. I must have waited too long because he snapped.
“Jesus. Nevermind. Just get the fuck out you stupid bitch.”
I immediately came back to reality and within no time I was massaging and worshiping his feet with passion that I didn’t know I had. Occasionally saying “thank you Sir”. And, after a few minutes, eventually hearing back “good girl.”
I know this has been a long update so I’ll give you the second (shorter part) very soon! Spoiler: I did stay the night and was of service this morning. I’m just now trying to fully work through all that has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m set to see Master Connor again following his session Tuesday. Praying that my pussy will be recovered enough by then to take another round of assault.
I don’t know where this is all headed but I’m constantly surprised by the journey and just how much more obsessed I can become in my faggot servitude to such a deserving and strong Alpha Man.
I cannot really even process this experience! I almost feel like I was also taken and bred by Master Connor through my brother Matt!
Master Connor’s manipulation of Matt in the locker room is a master class in keeping a faggot off-balance and begging for more. Matt is already starving for every aspect of Master Connor’s body and mind, but training like this significantly ramps up that desperation.
Even more dramatic was the bathroom stall mouth fuck and facial! Dumping a massive load on Matt’s face and then forcing him to walk through that gym with it plainly visible to everyone is HUGE! You can actually hear the effect in Matt’s words. He’s delirious and deliriously fulfilled!
I don’t know what kind of experience Master Connor has had in his life as an owner of faggots, but it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yes, he’s aggressive, but it’s used in targeted ways that forces Matt into perpetual subspace.
I’m looking forward to finding out what happened the next morning!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s a beautiful thing to see a true Alpha Master sculpt a faggot into whatever he needs. It’s almost like a composer writing a symphony and then leading an orchestra to perform it. Real Masters know how to manipulate the minds and hearts of their faggots so the faggot can reach peak performance.
Master Steve is absolutely a mindfucker extraordinaire.
His faggot Mike wrote to me to update me about the latest adjustment in Master Steve’s training.
What an interesting few months this has been and honestly life changing and almost freeing.
I feel like I am becoming so comfortable with finally letting my guard down, release my old ways and simple Master Steve guide me.
I am now staying locked about 20 days a month, still a bit hesitant going to gym and being exposed with chastity. Steve had me drink his and his black friends piss at the gym one afternoon. It was so rewarding and strange at same time to hear Kevin tell Steve thanks for letting me use your faggot.
I think in some ways even my family almost knows, they adore Steve, they seem to ask Steve’s permission before mine now. Steve had me bake a cake, he took it to my mom and said he had made it for her. She called me later and said she was happy I had such a good man like Steve.
I have learned that if I am not locked, he doesn’t want to fuck me or let me drink his piss. So I now stay locked without him asking, because I need his dick and piss I have learned.
The other day a package came. It was 3 different size butt plugs and some device, later finding out it was a piss gag. He just told me, I would be learning a few new things come up. I over heard him on phone telling a friend, that he was going to begin having me learn to wear plugs throughout the day. I heard him laughing saying he’s gonna really have fun showing off cage and plug at gym. And not really sure what his plans are for the piss gag.
Butt plugs and a piss gag, eh? Something’s afoot!
But it’s becoming clear that Master Steve is truly claiming Mike as his personal property. Mind you, he’s shared Mike with other Alphas to this point. But listen to the following update:
I’m am becoming more appreciative of how the chastity has helped me and I do think everything he has done has only been to help reset and retrain me to be the faggot he needs me to
It’s interesting how he continues to fine tune things. One night we had a long conversation about limits things I like things I don’t like he asked me several pointed questions. I guess to see how comfortable I was with different scenarios. We both set some hard limits what’s interesting he even allowed me to set some for him. He talked a lot about this being a positive experience for both of us and making him a better man (he never refers to himself as an Alpha or Master, Which I find interesting) and me a better faggot.
I had asked him the question why was it so important for me to get off the apps when he still occasionally has me Service other guys. He kinda Laughed and then proceeded to ask me a question. He asked me was it more important for me to please myself or to please him. I said well, of course to please you. He said exactly he said when I was on the apps, I was only pleasing myself and pleasing other guys focusing on their needs and not on his. He said when he’s asking me to service a guy he said he gets pleasure out of it or It’s to serve a purpose for him.
A few weeks after that conversation, we were out one night and one of my old friends with benefits, came and put his arm around me and asked me when Was not gonna let him fuck me again. Steve over heard this, and proceeded to tell him “look buddy first of all get your hands off of him second of all you’re never going to fuck him again.”
You can almost feel the tension of this encounter between Master Steve and this other guy! It was Master Steve’s Protector Alpha side roaring to the forefront! It must’ve been thrilling for Mike to have this powerful Alpha defending him!
Mike related another little detail that caused my little fag heart to skip a beat:
By the way, I was very shocked that you actually did a podcast, including me and my master Steve in it…. I believe it was podcast 266 trust your master. I actually let Steve listen to it, and he Was smiling and nodding his head During most of it. At the end, he said good advice, He said maybe I needed message Sam that faggot. Share my thoughts on why I’m doing this as well.
I love when Masters find out that I’m out here coaching their faggots and praising them publicly! It gives me a little anxiety, I’ll admit, because I want to represent these great Men in a properly-respectful way. I’m so glad I received Master Steve’s seal of approval!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There’s no doubt that my previous site FagsWorshipAlphas and this one have had a large number of underage visitors lurking on them. In the first year of the site (on Tumblr) I shooed away questions and conversations from minors because I didn’t want to deal with the headaches or legal issues.
But I kept encountering kids who were putting themselves in frightening situations or trying things they didn’t understand, so I relaxed my standards a bit to try and give solid, fully transparent advice. I began to look at it this way: I would’ve loved to have had someone to talk to and get advice from when I was fumbling around in the darkness of my teen years as a burgeoning faggot. Despite what my critics suggest (without evidence), I desperately want to help people find their truth. And minors are people, too.
One of the most wonderful faggot brothers I’ve ever met on this wild internet journey of mine was a then-sixteen-year-old faggot named Ethan. In 2022 Ethan wrote me a heartfelt letter after I threatened to put up a paywall around FWA. He was desperate to hang onto the one thing that taught him the absolute truth about his life, so he reached out to somehow keep in touch with me.
Here’s what he wrote to me back in April of ’22:
Dear Sam, My name is Ethan, and I am a 16-year-old Faggot. I have been coming to your website for the last year and a half, almost 2 now. I saw your most recent post about making it a paid site and wanted to write this email to you for two reasons before it’s too late.
First, I was wondering if you could give me some advice. You see I have known I was a faggot since I was 10 years old. When I was in 5th grade I was in love with my 5th-grade teacher. He was such a nice and awesome teacher! He was always positive and supportive. I would always ask him if I could help around the classroom. Such as organizing the classroom library, wiping the desks down, hanging up classroom art, Sharping pencils, and, more. I was so excited to see him each day and help him out and wanted to do every for him. I also started having sexual dreams about him towards the end of the year. I didn’t know if I was gay or not, But I know I wanted to do anything he ask or said to do. Of course, he NEVER EVER touched me or did anything sexual! But I felt he had power over me and I loved it! He was just an amazing teacher. I was hoping you can give me the advice to help me find an Alpha. I have read a few posts on your site that you suggest for faggots my age find someone around the same age. But you see I am only attracted to older men, like at least 30s- 60s. Plus I am not out to a lot of people at my school yet, only a few think I’m Bi. I have tried using Grinder, but I have run into many problems. One is that most Alphas I like, are not into guys like me. You see I’m Very masculine, I’m 6′ tall, and about 225 – 230 pounds, I am on my High School’s JV Football team. I play MLB, (which is middle linebacker) Or FB (which is Full back). I also love to work out, and I can squat about 400 libs, (I have big Thighs hehe). I also can grow facial hair so I can look older than I really am. Anyways, Alphas on Grinder, always want small skinny, twink, Fem boys. Or they want boys to dress up and act like girls, and I am not that. Also, I don’t want to change, I like who I am, and I love football and sports. The other problem with Grinder is my age. I have met up with a few alphas, and I had to hide my age. But as soon as I tell them they ghost me. For example, I had been seen this one guy who was like in his 40s. for a few weeks and I had sucked him off 3 times, and last week I think he was getting suspicious about my age. He thought I was in college, but when I talked about school, the fact I go every day, and a few other details he finally asked straight out how old I was. It wasn’t like I was lying to him, like flat out, I just didn’t give him details. After that, he was mad and stop talking to me. I totally understand, they don’t want to get into trouble, and I did feel really bad about lying, and I do not want to lie to my alphas, because I know it’s not right. I just don’t know how to find one that will be ok with my age. Could you please give me some advice on how to find the right Alpha? I know I should not be lying to Alphas about my age or anything else but how do I find one? And one that likes me for me? Or should I change for my Alpha? Should I try to be more Fem. or dress like a girl for them? It’s just that, that is not really who I really am. I also wanted to send you this email because I wanted to say Thank You Soo Much, for making this site. even though I won’t be able to see if it is for pay since I do not have a credit card. I wanted to thank you for helping me so much. I know who I am now. Before I found your site I thought I was fucking crazy, or a very, Very, sick pervert. Just because I would fantasize and have dreams of men using me. Even though I was ok with myself for being gay, I thought it was sick to be thinking that I wanted older men to use me as a slave, and just a sexual object and for them to hurt me or say hateful things to me like call me a faggot or dog or wanting to be lesser than them and not equal. But you helped me know that it is all a part of nature, what the Hierarchy is, and my place in it. You helped me understand that I am not sick in the head, and there are many other Brothers like me out there. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. You kind of saved my life! And if you still put the paywall up I understand. Please do not listen to the Fucking Haters! You also save so many that don’t email you, like I didn’t for the past year. Whenever I do get a credit card, your site will be the first one I sign up for! Thank you again, for everything you have done in the last 5 years! Happy Anniversary! I hope I can still stay in touch and let you know when I find an Alpha!
Thank you, Sincerely, Ethan
Can you see why I don’t judge minors as being too young to have honest conversations with about serious, life-altering decisions and courses of conduct? Ethan was clearly intelligent and in full control of his choices. He simply needed someone to talk to that he could trust, and I was that person.
Beyond that, I definitely felt drawn to him because he was honest-hearted. He admitted certain urges that others might try to hide for fear of judgement. I found Ethan to be quite mature and thoughtful for his age.
Sadly, I was headed to prison a few months later and my time to help him was limited.
Fortunately, Ethan reached back out to me recently and we reconnected. And I was glad to find out he’s now in college, but more than that, he’s finding his way as a faggot:
This is Ethan, we emailed back and forth a few times back in 2022 and 2023. I emailed you about finding alphas and meeting men on Grinder and how you told me to be myself even though I am a masculine Faggot, and not a femboy, that some alphas are into that. Since you gave me advice, I stopped using Grinder until I turned 18. I’m 19 now and turn 20 in June. I looked at FagsWorshipAlphas.com, hoping you would return when your “vacation” was up, but then it went down, and I thought I would never see or talk to you again. I found Hierarchy University a few days ago and am so glad I did. I have a few more questions and wanted to update you.
First, I think I found an Alpha! So I am at a university in Texas, and I have been going to a local Gym with some friends I met at school. Back in November, one of my friends said he saw a guy in the locker room wearing a cock cage. I was super intrigued, and it was hard to hide it. After we (they really) had a hard laugh about it. I asked him when he saw him and what he looked like, so I could maybe check it out. He gave me some info. But I never saw him whenever I would go by myself.
Eventually, I was with my friend and a few others, and he pointed the guy out to us as we were lifting. I did not go over to him then because I was with friends and too nervous. But at least I know what he looked like. It took me until February because of school and work, when I was able to get a brief idea of his schedule. He usually comes to the gym in the morning on the weekends and MWF in the midday and afternoons. It took me a while until I was able to talk to him, I was either always with my friends, or too shy, or there were too many people around.
Finally, in the middle of March, I caught him at the gym on a Sunday morning. The gym is usually void of a lot of people (most are at church), so I had to time it just write. I saw he was done with his set and treadmill, and he was walking to the locker room, and I followed him in. This time he was wearing his cage; I noticed a few times he wasn’t. So I followed him into the sauna, and there was another older man in there already. I waited until the older man left, then I started making casual talk. His name is Alan, and I asked him if he went to my school, which he did, but graduated like a year and a half ago. I then complimented him on his cage, and he smiled and said that it was a smaller one than he started with. I later found out he thought I was an alpha and was trying to pick him up haha. So I asked him if he had a master or Key holder, and he said he did. We talked for a bit about Alphas and Faggots. I told him I was a Faggot too, and was hoping he could give me some insight on how to find an Alpha like he did. He also said he had read your old site for a long time and saw it when it was first on Tumblr, right before that went dark too. Then two other older men came into the sauna and we had to cut our conversation short, just as well, cause I was also getting hard from talking about it all with someone one lol.
So after a while, we both decided to leave we went into the showers. I took a very quick shower as I did not want to miss him when he got out. As I was changing, he came out and I sat on the same bench and we chatted a little more, about other things, as there were others around. When we walked out, we exchanged numbers and we talked on the phone quite a few times after that. He told me that his Alpha was a black man Named King Karter and he and 3 other faggots worshiping him. Two of them are older, and online, mostly like Findom really. And one other he has had for a long time that is used sexually and demstically. They serve him by cleaning and cooking for him, financially by giving him some of their paycheck, and in other ways, and Sexually. I asked if King Karter was looking for more faggots and if I could meet with him. He had said he would ask his King the next time he would get a chance, but wasn’t sure.
A few weeks went by, and Alan called me and he said his alpha would have an interview with me. So he told me this before, but I will explain it. So his alpha has an interview with prospective faggots now, that want to serve him. Because he had one faggot that served him for a while and then just bailed because he did want to do a few of the certain things that his King was asking of him. This way he makes sure he only picks Faggots that are willing to do everything that is asked of them and know what to expect and how to serve. To prepare me for the interview, Alan talked to me and told me everything to expect, so I was prepared. Some of the things were like, will I cook and clean his apartment, which was a natural yes. Sexually, he said he is very, very dormant, which is most of the time. Which was ok with me although I told him I had not ever been fucked yet. He said as long as I’m ok with getting fucked and practice beforehand (which is a bit hard to do while living in a dorm) I was good. Alan said the first time is usually the hardest and roughest because he wants the Faggot to know how hard he can get. Alan said his King gave him black eyes and a split lip the first time, but he is not like that every time. Alan said his King also makes the faggots wear cock cadges at all times in the apartment, even when just cooking and cleaning or when the King is not home and when or / if they go out together. Because he said, his King finds it very offensive that faggots gets hard around him. Alan also told me that his King also has him and all his faggots use poppers constantly every time they are there, even when they are not having sex, he makes them watch popper training videos all of the time while working out their cunts, and while doing chores. I had never done poppers before this, but I know what they are.
I wanted to ask you, are there any side effects from using them a lot? I found conflicting information online. He also told me about one other aspect of service.
And finally, this was the big one, He said his King pimps him and the other faggot out to his friends and others. I told him I wasn’t sure if I could do that. Alan said that that was why the other faggot left. Alan said, He wasn’t sure about it either at first, but after a while, he realized that it was a Win, Win, Win scenario. He gets to have a lot more sex and practice with other men and pleases other alphas sexually, and he can take the things he learned from others and use his skills on his King, He said he is not allowed to have sex with anyone else like no hookups on Grinder, because his King does not want any risks of STDs. This way, his King can screen his clients beforehand, making sure they are all STD tested and Free. Alan also said he feels safer because his King knows where he is and who he is with, so he is not with some potential psycho killer. Also, it is a win for the clients as they will have a quality faggot to use. And finally, King Kater wins because he gets money and has us practice our skills, so when we come back, we can perform better for him. That was the basics of it.
I said I would have to think about the sex-selling part, and after a few weeks, I finally got comfortable with it. Alan sent him pics of me in a jock strap and Alan said his King liked my look. We had the interview a few weeks ago.
I also wanted to ask you if alphas tricking out their faggots is that a common thing? And what should I be aware of?
Since this email is getting long, I will let you know how the interview went in another email if you want to hear about it. I had it a few days ago, it was intense! 🙂 Really not what I was expecting.
Well, I am really glad you are back and love the new site! And I am glad I found you again!
Thanks Again, Sam!
Love you!
Ethan!
I thought this was an incredibly promising situation, but things got even better when Ethan was allowed to meet King Karter in the flesh!
Here is what happened last Sunday (4/6). Alan said I would have an interview at 11. I left my doom very early, went to a nearby gas station bathroom, and cleaned myself out just in case. I arrived at his apartment at around 10:45. When I was walking up to his place my stomach was in knots. When he opened the door, he was huge, like 6’3 bold, and goatee. He was wearing just some basketball shorts.
He told me to sit down and we talked for a good while. It felt like a work interview. He asked me where I grew up. When did I start thinking and knowing I was a faggot. How many men have I served? I told him the details I told you a few years ago like knowing when I was about 10. and about Grinder. I also told him I had never been fucked which I was nervous about, but he didn’t mind he did make sure I was willing to be fucked and breed, and I said yes absolutely! I just never found a guy I was comfortable with. I told him how I met Alan and how I was looking for an Alpha. I told him about your website (the old one because I didn’t find this one yet) and how you gave me great advice and really helped me, He said he heard about the site from # 1, (I will explain that later) and that he looked at it a few times but he liked this site called fagmaster or fag life, better because it was more for alphas, but he said you do good work to help faggots like me know their place. He said he hadn’t gone to them in a while because they went down too. (I think like yours I guess) I never heard of them so I don’t know.
Then he talked to me about his life and how he learned how to own faggots. He said he was always attracted to white boys but only had females sexually until he was 19 and got arrested with some friends carjacking and having pot on him. He said that while he was serving time in jail he learned how to use faggots. King Karter considers himself Bisexual. And sometimes had girlfriends but he has been more and more recently into white boy faggots. He said he only uses white boys faggots because he believes they need to pay restation for what they did to his ancestors. He said, “They raped us and used us and made us their slaves and now I do it to their children.” I did tell him I had family on my dad’s side who lived in the South and fought in the Confederate in the Civil War. He seemed to like that and laughed. I also told him I have family that are big right-wingers, and who are huge Trumpers and MAGA, and even some I think although I’m not sure are in the Proud Boys, I told him I wasn’t sure, but he liked learning about that I guess and smiled.
He then told me all of my duties if he took me as his faggot. Cooking and cleaning the apartment. That I must wear a cock cage at all times. He said he finds faggots being hard around him offensive and I do not have the right to have a hard dick. He said even when I’m doing chores such as laundry I would still have to wear one. I told him I understood but I said I had never put one on. He said I would get used to wearing it.
He also told me I was not allowed under any circumstances to have sex with anyone else without his knowledge or permission. And only with clients. I need to be tested for any STDs at least 2 times a month and must be on Prep(which I was) and Doxypep (which I wasn’t but now I am)
He also, said that he owned 4 other faggots, and he only uses numbers. He said faggots do not deserve names. He said the one I know as Alan he is #3, #1 was a faggot he met on Grinder after he came out of prison and has been the longest one he has owned. #2 and #4 are older men he met online who live in other parts of the country he does Zoom calls with them and uses them mostly as findom, but has met them a few times, and a few times they have come out here to serve him. He said he had had another #5 a few years ago but that one was kicked out because he did not want to get sold, he resisted a lot of the work and mostly only wanted sex. King Karter said if you serve me it’s more than just sex with me. So he kicked him out. King Karter said if I want to be owned by him I must be willing to do everything, including choices, sex, and dates. (with others). I said I was willing. He also said he makes all his fags get addicted to poppers. He said this is important as it makes the faggot brian weaker, more willing to be used. More willing to be molded. He said it would take my inhibitions and nervousness away and let me (him) own your mind easier for you and faster for me. I did say I had never done them but was willing to use them if there were no side effects he said no just getting high for a few minutes and it will help you when I fuck you.
I have a question for you, does your cock really get smaller, and how much and how fast. I have a 7.5 uncut, and I know you use cadges. How much smaller will mine get if I use it regularly?
Then he had me write down 3 lists of things, I want or have done sexually, things I might want to try, and things that I would rather not do. I would have put down piss under things that I would rather not do, but Alan said he was into that so I put it down under what I want to try to show that I want to be a better faggot and want to learn. We went through the list King Kater said that almost all of the things on the might want to try will be done to you like being gangbanged, and pumped out (which I was still nervous about but I only put it down the maybe list because I know that was one thing Alan said that would defiantly happen.) And King Karter said he wants me to try to think of being more open to some of the things on the do-not list. Some of them he agreed like blood and cutting he said will never be done. He said a few of them like Scat he was not into, but some of the clients might and you will have to do whatever they want. You are not there for your pleasure you are there for theirs. I told him I would try, and he laughed and said “You will do it, not try, but I will help you and train you first and have you get used to it before I would send you to someone that really wants to do it.” That did make me feel a little better about it. Another thing on the not list was taking pictures like nudes or videos, he said he would be ok with it but again he would like to to push your boundaries. I said, “I was just afraid of future jobs and losing them.” he said he understood but said we can work around it like using masks, or not showing our face, but we will talk about that later.
The next thing he had me do was to strip. He said he wanted to see what I was working with. I was already hard, basically as I was just walking up to the apartment, and was nervous I tried to hide it but he said “He would let it go this one time because this was the first interview, but after this he sees my hard fag prick again without a cadge he would have to beat me.” I just nodded and said, “Yes sir,” there was a cock cage sitting on the coffee table and to told me to turn around and put it on so he did have to see it (I think my dick). It actually took me a while to do both because I had to figure it out and how to put it on. And because I had to push my hard dick into it, I had to think of girls and boobs to get it to go down enough. Finally, I got it in when I turned around he didn’t seem annoyed though as it took a while I think.
Any tips on how to put it on faster and easier?
He had me bring out a huge laundry basket from the bedroom closet. And he had 2 new popper bottles on the table. King Karter had me dump all his dirty laundry on the ground, it was all dirty gym clothes and underwear. And I had to separate them in colors and whites. But every time I picked up an article of clothing I had to take a huge sniff of it, and breathe it in for a long time, and hold it. Then put it in either white or colors. After I pulled one peace out and sniffed it I would have to put one of the bottles under my nose and he said I would sniff (hit) the poppers. And I had to alternate if it was white I had to hit Amsterdam and if it was a color I had to hit Blue Boy. I went back and forth, from one to the other, all the time he was just sitting there watchin. He pulled off his shorts and was wearing a jockstrap, I could see the HUGE!!! Outline of his cock. It made me so weak. My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I think it was from the poppers but as I was so excited!! I was getting dizzy really fast. I was finally done. Then I had to put the colors in the washing machine. At this point I was feeling so weak I would let him do everything I could tell that he was right about the poppers, It was amazing. I was not nervous or anything and all I wanted to do was to please him.
Then he had me get on my knees in between his thick thighs. I thought “Yes I’m goin to suck that huge thick dick!!” My mouth was so wet and all I could do was stare at it. He said to go down and smell him. he said NO TOUNGE, NO LIPS! JUST SNIFF, You Got that Faggot?!
I nodded, I was sniffing him up and, and down, he would push my head into the side of his balls. Then after a few minutes, he would make me sniff more poppers. Then go back down. And smell him again, Then more poppers, then just more sniffing it was driving me so crazy being so close to this dick on the outside in his jock. I really really had to fight myself not to stick out my tongue but I wanted to show I could follow orders. At this point, I was like so Fuckin High, I never had felt like this even when I smoked pot. He would alternate between Amsterdame and Blue Boy. A few times he would put both under my nose. Then he would look at me and have me look up at him make me say I was a faggot, I want big N**ger Cock, and make me beg, then would have me sniff again. He would pull my hair and make my nose go up and down the shaft, in his jock I thought I would go insane.
Finally, a buzzer went off it was the laundry, I had to change it and put the colors in the dryer and the whites in. Then I came back, and he did the same thing only now he would slap me on the back of the head sometimes if I wasn’t sniffing hard enough or if he thought he felt my tongue, which would sometimes slip out a few times. He also made me do two bottles at once and sometimes in the mouth.
He had me make big sniffs of his ass crack and only took out his balls so I can sniff them. I would inhale a big popper sniff then hold it and exhale hard and then he would shove my head and face down under him, on his balls, his taint, his ass hole. I was so dizzy! 🙂 Then the buzzer went off again!
It was like I lost so much time. Because I know the cycle was like for 45 minutes plus an extra rinse cycle. But to me it felt like only 10-15 minutes, Dose poppers make you lose track of time?
It took me a while cause it was hard to stand up. Then I unloaded the dryer and loaded the whites in the dryer, and he had me fold the Darks into piles. He then asked me if I want to suck this big N*ger cock, I said yes please, he asked me again and at this point, I was begging, and he was stroking it in his jock, “Clean up your mess first and I’ll think about it.” He pointed to the carpet, I had a huge, huge wet spot under me from all my precum. I didn’t know you could precum like that, especially with a cage on. The cage felt so awkward like my dick was pushing inside me. Felt so weird, not like a bad weird, but just weird. I started to get up and get a paper towel but he Yelled at me, “No Faggot SUCK IT UP!” “First give me your phone!”
King Karter said my homework was to watch at least one, if not all 3 every single day. And follow the instructions. That this will help better train my faggot mind. He gave me the two popper bottles. He also told me to get a big black dildo if I didn’t have one already and use it on myself each time, and I must clean it off, Pull it out of my cunt and clean it with my mouth and shove it back in and keep doing it over and over, he wanted me to love the taste of my cunt on N*ger cock. I just nodded, At this point, I was so horny and wanted to do anything to take that cock in my mouth! But he didn’t let me suck him. He just said, Ok get dressed put your cage on the table before you leave.
I was so shocked I thought I was going to suck him off and he just walked out of the room. I felt I must have fucked up somehow like I did something wrong. I was almost about to start crying, and I don’t cry like almost ever. It was like he punched me in the gut. So I slowly got dressed and left. Putting the cage on the table, I was still rock hard and dripping, and I left.
It takes me about 45- 1 hr to drive from his place to the dorm and the whole ride back I was thinking I did something wrong what did I do? Hoping I did not fuck it up… I was killing myself. As soon as I got back to my dorm I texted Alan,#3, and see if I really fucked up and asked if I could make it up. He was at work so he couldn’t talk but later that evening we talked on the phone, I had to go outside because my roommate was there. #3 said I didn’t fuck it up. He said I was great, and that King Karter did the same thing just not as intense with him. He said he didn’t get to suck his cock until a few weeks later after he had started working for him. #3 also said King Karter wants to make sure you are not just in for the sex but everything else. And that this was a way to help condition my mind to serve him and his friends. This is what he does to test you and help train you. #3 also said I had to follow the instructions. Use the popper trainers every day. (which is hard in a Dorm, but I have done it a few times in my car, or I have to wait until my roommate is at class or out for the night) That I need to practice Ass to Mouth (even though I was not really into that) all the time now because he loves that shit.
Very powerful stuff! I especially loved the very clever use of the washer/dryer as a timing and task element to this initial meeting! It allows King Karter to gauge Ethan’s reaction time and attentiveness to detail!
As far as the pimping of faggots to Alpha friends, this seems to be more prevalent among black Alphas than white Alphas for whatever reason. I have never been fully owned by a black Alpha, so I was never pimped out this way. I know Ethan was a little rattled by that aspect, but it didn’t surprise me.
I’m just so proud of my brave young brother! I’m looking forward to seeing how his eye-opening new opportunity for service will develop!
I had plans to go out with a buddy of mine to a local pub to have some beers. My buddy was on his way soon but before he arrived, I had to make sure Declan was set up with:
➡️ I made sure to clean up the condo. ➡️I cooked food on the BBQ… I made a huge steak, asparagus and a baked potato’s for Declan. ➡️Massaged his feet. ➡️I prepared his lunch and breakfast for the next day. ➡️Got an allowance to spend for the night.
Declan was very happy but he said that we had time before my buddy arrived and wanted to try out the straight jacket.
He put me in it and fasten all the restraints very tightly. He then made me lay on my stomach and tied my ankles to the jacket. I was helpless and hogtied. He continued to watch his show while using me as a footstool.
As time went on I tried to tell him that my buddy would arrive soon but he had his dirty sock in my mouth and taped up so I wasn’t able to speak.
A moment of horror when I heard the door bell. (OH FUCK HE IS HERE!!!!)
He got up and I heard him greet him and laugh as he said:
“Zack’s a little tied up at the moment and I’m deciding it if I will allow him to go out still. Come in, get us a beer and come see the real Zack”
As I heard him in the kitchen getting beers, then I heard Declan say:
“Zack prepared my dinner, be a lad and bring it to me. I’m starving!”
I was humiliated that Declan outed me to my buddy. I’m laying on the floor, hogtied and Declan’s feet on top of me and my buddy sat beside him laughing. Seconds later my buddy and boyfriend ignored me and chatted about his vacation. It’s like I wasn’t there.
The worst part is my buddies smelly feet are now rubbing my face.
My buddy Tom later said:
“Hey, you ok if I don’t go out with Zack and stay here for a while? Sure love to know more about your relationship. This is fucking amazing. I am shocked as I thought you were his submissive.”
Declan: “Yes but it’s your job to fetch my beers!”
Hours later they had decided to watch a movie and I can hear whispering and moments later I was blindfolded. The both grabbed me and carried me a few feet away and that’s when I heard slurping sounds. (OMG MY BUDDY IS SUCKING MY BOYFRIENDS COCK!)
Declan: “oh fuck you ready to swallow? It’s going to be a big load!”
I was then pushed back near the couch and now I had both their feet on me. My buddy finished his beer and said his goodbye and left.
Declan untied my feet and said.
“Ok I fucking love this straight jacket that one of your followers bought me. It’s bed time… BTW it was nice to meet Tom. He just texted me and wants to go see a movie with me sometime.”
He took the jacket off and put me in the cage and said that I won’t be sucking him tonight since my buddy did a good job. He locked the door and I never heard from him until the next morning.
True story… the end?
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Hi Sam, in your post about Moby and Johnny, you said “Nature made the call at birth when it gave you a substandard dick and submissive personality.” and that sounds like a departure from your previous position that penis size doesn’t or shouldn’t matter in the hierarchy.
Johnny said he measured his penis at just over 5 inches, and you called it “substandard” and seemed to suggest this is one reason, among others, that he belongs in chastity. Are you now willing to state that chastity and submission are (at least likely) the destiny of males with a dick roughly that size or smaller?
Thank you for the question!
Good catch! I’m glad some readers are paying attention!
I used the word “substandard” intentionally to reinforce that the faggot needed to stop focusing on its own insignificant dick and lock it up so it can serve more fully. A faggot dick of any size is technically substandard because it is useless. It serves no purpose.
Dicks that small aren’t entirely useless, nor are they destined to be locked in chastity. And a male can have a five inch dick and not be a faggot. Beta males often have dicks that size.
But overall I don’t believe dick size correlates with a Man’s place within Hierarchy.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Even I don’t know the percentage of straight Alphas who use faggots as cocksuckers and then don’t fuck them, but it seems pretty low to me. I mean, my first Alpha Roger didn’t fuck my ass, but he seems to be an outlier.
What I’m getting at is this: if a straight Alpha uses a faggot for blowjobs consistently for a period of time, he’s more than likely going to end up mounting and breeding it as well. After all, he’s now getting head from a faggot and realizing it doesn’t change his sexual preference, so why not go farther and fuck it as well?
The probability goes even higher if the straight Alpha keeps the faggot in-house as a personal slave. Day after day the Alpha comes home frustrated and in need of a hole to relentlessly pound, and there’s an eager, obedient hole to use! How convenient!
I knew Master Mike would eventually fuck his faggot Benjamin after a couple of weeks of constant oral service. Master Mike is a truly powerful straight Alpha who is used to getting his way, and he seems to have little concern about the opinions of the inferiors all around him. After hearing the way Master Mike practically growled while describing Benji’s insatiable throat, I figured Master Mike would be breeding Benji in short order.
Then the other day, it happened:
Benji would like to pass on his thanks. He seemed to enjoy his pussy getting smashed yesterday. I know I enjoyed it. Most girls don’t give up their assholes but Benji gritted his teeth and took it. Because he had sucked me off so many times it was quite a marathon fuck too. Just under 2 hours. And I will admit I get pretty rough with it towards the end. Shot my load deep in his pussy. Fuck was I tired once done. I woke up this morning with Benji trapped under me still. I had him fully pinned for 10 hours and the fucking fag was SMILING in his sleep. So I took my morning wood and went balls deep again. That pussy will never provide resistance to me again. Shot my second load in his cunt and plugged it to let it fully enter his bloodstream. I then had him clean up the 2 fucks worth of crusted lube and ass slime and cum. The breakfast of fags. Going to need him to change my sheets too as his pussy leaked overnight. The one issue I have is the little bit of hair stubble he has on his hole. I want it perfectly smooth which can’t be done with shaving. Time to book him in for some laser treatment.
I love how nonchalantly Master Mike relates this huge moment in his life. After all, this was the first time he’s ever bred a faggot!
Also, take note of Master Mike’s sudden attentiveness to Benjamin’s grooming. He wants to reshape his faggot into the perfect toy worthy of taking his cock and his kids. That indicates a POSSESSIVE MINDSET, something often seen in truly powerful Alpha Masters who want to OWN THEIR FAGGOTS COMPLETELY.
Then Master Mike added more:
There was some resistance but he was very eager and I used plenty of lube. I know that probably makes me a soft touch of a Master. Spoiling him with lube and letting him sleep in my bed. I honestly felt so powerful in that moment. Hearing his whimpers and whines. And then his begging for more. I was slow and firm getting into him. Got balls deep and held for a minute while I made him recite over and over that he was my faggot. My property. Then I started. I can only describe it as a rut. I dont remember much of the next few hours. I woke up this morning with my arms in a tackle hold around his neck and shoulders. My legs spreading and pinning his. Fuck it felt good. No chick would ever let you fuck her that hard. Or physically restrain he like that. He struggled a little bit but I don’t think he wanted to break free. He knows I like to physically overpower so I think he was showing how helpless he was. Benji was not a virgin but it has been about a year and a half since he was fucked and he has never been fucked like that. Such a good faggot though. Definitely worth it.
It’s so awesome that Master Mike is deep enough and thoughtful enough to really take the time to ponder the glories of faggot ownership compared to the use of females. And it’s clear that Benjamin’s faithful and devoted service is making a believer out of Master Mike!
A couple of months ago Master Mike probably never imagined that his life could be like this. He already knew he was born a King, but he couldn’t really grasp the full extent of his Kingdom.
But his eyes are wide open now, and the possibilities are endless!
