The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Within the hierarchical movement there is a general focus on the fact that Alphas are dominant, worshiped, and served by faggots as almost slave-like properties.

But faggots are not like a car or a house or any other significant responsibility in an Alpha’s life. A faggot is a human being with feelings, hopes, desires, and dreams. True, those mostly revolve around its Owner, but still such tireless and constant devotion can touch its Master’s heart.

Sometimes, a Master even comes to love his faggot.

This is why I’ve always insisted that Alphas (straight or gay) who own faggots always become more powerful than their non-owning Alpha counterparts. It’s the engagement of emotions that causes a deepening appreciation within an Alpha of the true nature of his power.

The power of transformation.

This site has been a part of at least six weddings between Alphas and their personal faggots (a couple of them have been straight Alphas, too!), so I can speak with some authority on this. Every one of those Alphas I consider to be among the most powerful Alphas I’ve ever encountered, and much of that comes down to what they learned about themselves through owning and eventually marrying their faggots. They start to realize that their power transcends themselves and goes much deeper than simply telling a faggot to retrieve a beer or suck a dick. Instead, they’re tapping into the very power at the heart of the hierarchical framework, the essential building blocks of everything we are as a society led by males. It’s a heady but transformational moment for both the Alpha and his faggot!

I say all of that as a preface to the news Master Alex unloaded on me in the second part of his update: he married his personal faggot!

Here’s the story:

As I stated, much time has passed. And life has changed too. Recall the military faggot that I’ve made into my house-slave and fuck toy. His position has changed somewhat. That doesn’t mean he isn’t my faggot. But I have since married him and turned him into my husbitch. My military, butch, almost hypermasculine giant, is now my husband, my partner for life. His loyalty and worship of me has only gotten more intense, now filled with devotion and love. Our marriage was typical, except for the fact I had fucked and bred him just a couple hours before we signed the register. I could tell his wide cunt was desperately trying to clench my load before it wet his dress-pants, and his expression was still a bit dazed with that left-over bliss I fuck him into. 

You may ask how it happened. Charles, I’ll say his name. In a moment of vulnerability, he learnt that one of his brother-in-arms had passed. This is a man who has withstood my hardest power-fucks, been used as my punching bag. Left broken, dazed, limp, spasming, blacked out after I am done with him. And has never once shed a tear. Charles broke down from learning about his comrade’s death. Crawled and sobbed into my feet, saying how much his friend mattered to him. This was my first time seeing him so vulnerable, such a massive and testosterone-filled man losing himself in grief. And something clicked in me. I pulled him into a hug, which I have never done, and let him cry out his emotions into my chest.

That was the start, faggot. I told Charles to take time for himself to let the grief pass. He refused, saying he took pride in being my permanent house-fag, and that no other fag knew how to please and serve me like he did. I pushed back, saying he was not clear-headed, and needed his own time. That he knew I could have another fag in a snap of some fingers to temporarily take over his roles. It wasn’t even a week when he returned, almost throwing himself at my feet, kissing them, worshipping my muscles even as another fag sucked my cock. Charles looked up at me, with the most clarity in his eyes I’ve seen, and said simply, “I’m yours.” Said that over the week as he attended the funeral and grieved, even through his emotions, he couldn’t stop thinking about me in his life, that he knew his worship and submission to me had grown more. That his place belonged with me, to me.

The fags that served me in that week served well, but there was something missing. I think over the years I’ve had Charles, a bond formed. This titan faggot had wormed his way into my heart, and clearly mine was dominating his whole heart. We talked for what was likely the first proper time as man to man, not as Alpha to faggot. Talked about our future together, how it would look like. He knew my dominance was not enough to be sated by him alone, and said it was only right I fuck and use other muscled holes. How my ownership of him would not change, that it even deepened. That night, I forgot how many times I fucked him. Bred him. Mounted him. I was uncontrolled for the first time in a long while. I remember standing over him with his stretched limp legs on either side of his body, his puffed cunt lips gaping, my cum flowing out. His body and face smothered in hickies and bite marks, layered with streaks of my cum, his mouth loose and eyes completely rolled up. My cock felt more giant and heavy than ever. Charles never looked more handsome to me. My own personal, bitched out, faggot husband. Mine.

There have been changes since my marriage in my perception of my Alphahood, and I think it’s only gotten more powerful. One example is that I am more aware of what exactly drives my faggots and sluts into a convulsive state of faggot bliss. I am still brutal, aggressive, however I feel that I am now dominating with much greater and sharper intent and purpose. My weapon of a cock has only felt even more mighty and overpowering, and my circle of muscled faggots have almost all said that they feel so much more better used, one even used the term ‘thunderous’. It makes me more proud of myself, that being married to my husbitch muscle slut is somehow still lifting my alphahood even higher. I still see myself as bi, as I still love to fuck girls when I can, but there’s so much more there when I’m fucking and crushing Charles within an inch of his life, and him still wanting more. I often dream of knocking him up, and wishing he could carry my sons like the bitch he truly is. 

Charles is currently sliding his swollen lips up and down my cock, moaning and whimpering and stroking the few inches he’s not able to suck. It’s the perfect relaxed night here, with his gulping, slurping and gagging the background music to our life. We sometimes go on dates, and I always get a kick from people seeing us hold hands and more than likely assuming that he’s the one in control. I like to tease him about it too.

I want to know your thoughts on this, Sam. This transformation of not just my live-in faggot into my husbitch, but also my own transformation as an Alpha. Do you believe this is a path other Alphas should consider? Or do you think other Alphas would consider me marrying a faggot to be a weakness? 

I’m so happy for Master Alex and his fag wife Charles!

This transformation truly reminds me of straight Master G marrying his longtime muscle fag Jamie, or straight Master Dino marrying his faithful fag wife Jamie. These were straight Alphas caught in the matrix of societal expectations, but they broke free through ownership of faggots and found a deeper power within themselves that they never knew existed.

Do I think this is a path other Alphas should consider? ABSOLUTELY! But will they?

Most of them won’t.

But that’s okay. There are ultimately very few God Alphas at the top, and it’s reserved for the deepest and most powerful Alphas to occupy! Master Alex continues to ascend thanks to his willingness to feel and grow and fully experience everything at his disposal!

If we are willing, there are infinite hierarchical experiences available to teach us about our truth!

Thank you, Master Alex, and congratulations!

yours,

sam the faggot

God Alpha @Raytopk demonstrates how a MAN uses faggots.

He’s not abusive. He doesn’t need to be.

He commands the space, and any inferiors around him know to submit to his power.

He’s confident in what he is and what he deserves. A true Alpha!

This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I love hearing stories from faggots who discover their true purpose and immediately and fearlessly take action to offer themselves. It’s something I’ve always taught, and a mantra I’ve lived by throughout my own journey as a faggot.

Submit now. Submit completely. Submit honestly. Submit integrally.

It’s a fairly simple philosophy, but it’s sad how many faggots fail at it.

One faggot I can say has NOT failed to fulfill it is young fag Prath. In my dealing with him, Prath has proven himself to be a conscientious student, always seeking advice and acting immediately on it.

It’s no wonder he’s had such great success in his short life!

It’s been a while since I last heard from Prath, but he reached out to me to tell me about a new experience.:

You know what it’s not very common in our country but still many people are aware about hierarchy, dominant relationship etc about the lifestyle. I have joined a gym last month and its a big franchise kind where many elite people generally comes.

As been into lifestyle I feel turn on and submissive after watching such hot gym masters around me and there I came across guy(master). He is younger to me which is a big turn on and then with a great masculine body. If it would have been before I couldn’t approached him but now after serving doms I did approach him without waiting for days.

You know what I met him in the locker room and it was him and me alone at that time. And without telling him anything I bent down on my knees so that he will understand some dynamics

I was curious and scared but at the same time with hard urge i did that and he literally laughed at me and took me towards his car after gym for the talk.

No brother it was not just a talk but he asked me more about the dynamics what I was looking by getting on my knees right there and then he made me lick his sweaty armpits while talking. And took me to his home where he was staying alone and I was shocked after seeing such a luxurious lifestyle he is living in such an age.

Oh brother he said, I want to take a look how determined you are to become my “pet” so he gave me a task to clean his house in presence of his female maid just in the boxers. I was reluctant first but then I did it and his maid was laughing continuously while he was ordering me to do this and that. I cleaned all his house, I set his clothes, his weights and made him a break fast. Only then he took a notice and asked me to pay or renewed for his gym membership and I did instantly..

After then while he was eating the breakfast I made he let me lick his feet clean and then he took in the kitchen where he fucked my mouth wildly and I was shocked to see his package is really great so that his stamina.. he fucked me whole day and made me cry and pained..

From then he makes me serve and support him in the gym like helping him with weights, towels anything I can in the gym.. even the daily black coffee he drinks in the gym in the morning only after I pay for him.

Yes brother and it always feels good to serve this kind of humurous, happy and playful alphas.

He is rich, playful and wild. He listen me like a lover and teach me like he is elder and this contradictory when he is younger to me.

Prath’s success as a faggot is directly tied to his bravery. When he sees an Alpha, he does things like kneel submissively regardless of the circumstances. He’s not ashamed to be a faggot; it’s simply what he is.

But here’s the key: ALPHAS RECOGNIZE FAGGOT SUBMISSION! When they see a faggot submissively kneeling before them, a primordial switch is triggered within them that makes them want to take ownership of it.

Faggot submission does that, but only when it’s done with the qualities I listed above, something Prath has become quite good at fulfilling.

I’m proud of my brother. Fags like him are the reason I’m here at all!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

We’ve been hearing a lot from Master Jase recently, which is fine by me. His unparalleled, clear-eyed view from the very top of hierarchy gives him the perfect pulpit from which to gift inferiors (including most Alphas) with his knowledge and experience.

In the midst of his training session with Master Jake, Master Jase decided he needed to blow off steam. You know what that means … raping a pillaging! It seems there was a “muscle orgy” arranged specifically for Master Jase by his lieutenants:

One of my alphas organised it for me to enjoy Valentine’s. He’s one of my favourites, definitely an apex alpha with the way his presence oozes masculinity in both his body and attitude. He has his own share of fags and sluts that he uses. Yet this hunky alpha loves and craves nothing more than to have his oversized muscled body folded in a pretzel while my god cock ravages his innards. There were around 4 other muscle alphas, and 20 muscle fags and sluts there. By now most of my fags and sluts and alphas have come to know one another. They all share the same addiction to my utter dominance and my cock inside them.

So that gathering sounded pretty good, certainly brimming with lots of possibilities for Master Jase to vent his always-prodigious power!

But, oddly enough, Master Jase had a deeper realization while mounting and breeding all of the muscled sex toys there with him … and it involved my latest podcast episode!

Read:

Fag. There is no update on Jake and his fag brother. I spent this weekend and Friday at a muscle orgy. Ceaseless mounting and cunting. Holes and pussies all surrendered to my powerful cock and dominance and strength for multiple hours. When I rested, I had fags at my feet sucking and worshipping up to my cock, keeping it warm, and others with their noses buried in my pits, or offering drinks and snacks. I cannot count how many fags and sluts I fucked and bred. Which rooms I fucked them in. Only that when I deemed it the end, I stood and looked over brutally cunted fags and sluts lying everywhere, their gaped ruined pussies and mouths running and leaking out my potent seed. And my god cock and body was still hard and pumped and ready for more. It is a thrill to at times lose myself to that endless feral rut of merciless mounting and breeding.

What I wanted to message you about, is that while I was relaxing and enjoying a cock servicing from, ironically, a married slut, I was listening to your podcast about your response to the discussion of straight and gay alphas.

I know that you wanted the discussion to mostly end, faggot. I want to add one caveat of mine, a thought that you might appreciate.

It was interesting to hear about how you view straight alphas who willingly use faggots sexually as ascending to godhood. That they have gone beyond their sexuality and know their calling is to receive the worship and service of anyone below them, male or female, fag or bitch.

I want to express that I feel the same way. I have preferences towards males. Masculine, strong, confident males at that.

However, I have also fucked and cunted numerous females. Transformed and broken them into delirious cock sleeves. In front of their husbands and boyfriends. They willingly spread their legs for me. The ladies understand that they are also there to serve me and my needs.

While I do not take as great pleasure with females, nor the same physical level of brutal dominating aggression I can take on a faggot as I can a female, it nonetheless is the counterpart to when straight alphas sexually use faggots. It is a sign of control. Of dominance. Of power.

I know I am a god alpha. Perhaps that is why I never thought to put these musings into words. As it comes naturally to me that any hole presented to me is mine to take.

That is my last curious note and thought that emerged as I laid back, my cock nursed and suckled on, and listening to your podcast, fag. The topic should be done and dusted as you said.

I’m not sure how to react to the idea that Master Jase is listening to the podcast while getting his dick worshiped by multiple fags. I’m humbled! That seems like an awful lot of multitasking, but Master Jase is more than capable enough to walk, chew gum, rub his belly, and rule the world!

I’m glad that Master Jase and I agree on this issue of straight Alpha owners of faggots. True, he and I tend to agree on most things because we have both experienced the truth of hierarchy for ourselves.

I thought it was revealing to hear Master Jase admit that he’s never really thought about these issues before. Honestly, why would he? He’s so busy conquering and commanding legions of inferiors that little extra time exists for such meditations. But once he was able to stop and consider it, he drew similar conclusions!

All while listening to my humble podcast!

Thank you, Master Jase!

Thank you for your quick and very prompt response Brother Sam, It truly means the world to me to have you offering me advice  and guiding me, your website has really helped shape my life and identity and help me (and so many others) find purpose, I cannot thank you enough. I just wanted to write quickly to update you that I will do exactly as you said, I will have dinner ready by 5pm, over by 7 at the latest, a conversation during the movie about alphahood and serving him and I will offer to massage his feet -that was such a great idea, thank you for offering that , what a brilliant idea. I was also wondering do you think I should print out your letter to an Alpha and leave it on the couch before the movie or give it to him after or before dinner to open the conversation? would love to get your advice, also I know its my duty as a fag to serve straight Alpha men but part of me feels guilty submitting to my moms boyfriend, I want to submit to him wholly, fully and make his life better no matter what it’s my purpose as a fag but the guilt is inside me, I dont want to hurt my mom or betray her, do you have any advice on how best to deal with this guilt or reframing my view point? would dearly love any and all advice you can offer brother, I know I am destined to serve him but how do I keep the guilt away, what would you do, thank you brother, light and love -Ethan xo

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Ethan, thank you for following up!

I’m excited for you, and I’m so proud of your courage and attention to detail! Be determined to serve him, but allow the evening to dictate how you approach it. Don’t force it. Just relax, let the rhythms guide you, and just be eager to please him.

If you want to print out the “Letter To An Alpha”, that might be a good idea, but I wouldn’t lead with that, Like I said in my previous response, I firmly believe he wants to use you. So I would try the seduction techniques I outlined, and then use the letter as a way to force a conversation or to clarify a point if he (somehow) doesn’t understand. However, I KNOW HE DOES.

As far as your Mom, I understand. However, Alphas has needs, and we faggots are born to serve those specialized needs. Your Mom isn’t going to let him fuck her ass, for instance. I’m also sure you can suck dick better than her. And most importantly, you’re submissive to him in ways she will never be. You’re providing services to him to keep him with her. The likelihood of your Mom ever finding out about this is less than zero, I’m sure. Just bear in mind that this is exactly why you exist. It’s your purpose.

My thoughts are with you little brother! Be brave, and submit!

Love,

sam the faggot

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Master @HashtagRaymondW is one of my favorite Alphas in findom because he truly loves being worshiped by faggots. He’s a beautiful Asian Alpha with perfect feet that deserve to be in a museum.

There is no God Alpha worshiped and serviced more than Master @Kinglouisforya.

You can see it in his posture: this is the life he was born to enjoy.

All day long he has his dick sucked and balls emptied by his stable of faithful faggots.

Just as Men are meant to live!

An Alpha just wants to sit back and be honored, respected, and worshiped.

Faggots are the perfect solution. A faggot spends its life IN AWE of Alphas, and on command will surrender its life to serve.

This is why straight Alphas who own/use faggots become more powerful!

Look at the way Master @ambroxios_back uses faggot throat!

It’s barely human to him. It’s a thing he uses to cum as many times as he wants.

That’s the privilege Alphas like him enjoy!

Look at the way Master @ambroxios_back uses faggot throat!

It’s barely human to him. It’s a thing he uses to cum as many times as he wants.

That’s the privilege Alphas like him enjoy!

Master @alphapitter is very involved in the training of his faggots. Here he uses piss as a way to train one of them.

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!

In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.

But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.

That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.

Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.

He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!

I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!

Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:

As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)

So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.

I wish I knew that before.

I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.

You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.

I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got. 

I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face! 

I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.

I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)

He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL 

Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start. 

I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor. 

I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?

I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.

I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum. 

I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too. 

And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.

Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.

It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along. 

Absolutely astounding!

I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!

Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!

But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.

No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!

There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.

His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!

Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!

Yours,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.

I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.

Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.

And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.

So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.

But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.

I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:

So Sam… Here’s what happened.

I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.

As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.

He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.

I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it. 

When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”

Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.

By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.

“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.

I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.

He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”

That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.

I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”

Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.

I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”

Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.

I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.

I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.

He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.

It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha

Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.

He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry. 

He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.

DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.

That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.

Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did. 

I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.

Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.

He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”

I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down. 

Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.

You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship. 

I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.

Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL

Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.

Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.

And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!

But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!

He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:

I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.

He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.

I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!

When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!

By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.

Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.

Incredible!

We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.

And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!

So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!

BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!

COMING SOON!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of Felipe, a faggot from Brazil who is helping an Alpha friend Vinicius raise his young Alpha son. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The last time we had an update on the developing story of Felipe and his longtime friend and now Master Vinicius, Felipe had finally revealed his true identity as a faggot, and Master Vinicius dramatically took ownership of his former friend. As you might recall, Master Vinicius was willing to take ownership of Felipe as a domestic/worship faggot, but he had no interest in using Felipe sexually given that he’s a very straight, married Alpha with a young Alpha son.

So he had the idea to use Felipe that way, but turn over the sexual stuff to Master Flavio, the experienced straight Alpha who lives in his apartment complex.

I didn’t know much about Master Flavio, but incidental stuff I heard made me think he might be extreme. So when Master Vinicius told me of his plan, I got a little anxious for my brother Felipe. I also worried about what Master Vinicius might do if Master Flavio went too far.

So it wasn’t too long before Master Flavio decided to take advantage of Master Vinicius’s generosity.

Hi Sam. My head is melting…

I was on the couch watching TV and my front door opened… It was Master Flavio. He entered in a rush, told me Vinicius lent him the emergency key to my apartment because he wanted to celebrate their team’s win. He didn’t waste time, got me on all fours on the couch, shoved my head on the pillows, pulled down my pants, spat in my hole and he just started fucking me. I didn’t even have time to understand what the fuck was going on, my hole was hurting like crazy, I started crying a bit but he didn’t care. Luckily it was a quickie… Guess he had to come back home soon. Anyway. The fucking must had lasted about 10 minutes. At least he wasn’t taking it all out and shoving it back in one thrust like the last time. He was grunting, biting the back of my neck, he smelled like beers and sweat.

He said he was gonna breed me and I just kept asking him to breed me (it was hurting A LOT, I just wanted it to end, not gonna lie) and he started to say “Hold it! Hold it!” as he bred me… But kept saying “Hold it! Hold it!” even after he came. His dick was still inside me and as he told me to “Hold it” I felt my ass filling up – he was pissing inside my hole! I was trying HARD to hold it in… When he finished pissing he took his cock out, told me to keep my ass up and keep holding it. He went to the bathroom, washed his dick on the sink and came back to the living room. He put on his shorts and threw me 2 jerseys to wash – one of his and one from Vinicius. And then he left.

I ran to the toilet to let his piss and cum out of my hole. I don’t know how I found the strength to clinch my hole for that long in order not to make a mess and ruin my couch. I finished washing their jerseys and they’re drying out now.

Do I officially have two straight alphas to serve now? Because it was Vinicius who gave Flavio the key, so they both must have had an agreement. I’m still trying to make sense of what just happened today…

What happened was Master Flavio just tried to stake his claim on Felipe!

Master Flavio was just as I feared he might be, rapey and almost hateful. Of course, he went after Felipe with the intent to help Master Vinicius teach Felipe a lesson, but that didn’t make it any more comfortable.

I was somewhat mortified by Master Flavio pissing into Felipe’s ass. I’m so glad an Alpha has never decided to do that to me. Even though I really enjoy piss play quite a bit, there’s something distinctly uncomfortable and borderline messy about it. I really commend Felipe for yielding and handling it like a professional faggot.

Judging by Felipe’s response to the attack, I guess you could say he learned a lesson! I was just worried that was how Master Flavio would always use Felipe.

But then … something happened.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Master @TopMonsterCock demonstrates what it means to own a live-in faggot.

It’s always there, day and night, worshiping its Master in every way possible.

And there’s no more powerful feeling for a Man than slave worship 24/7!

Every Alpha deserves to own a good, adoring cocksucker who will do what females won’t: WORSHIP THEIR COCK!

I’ve been in discussions with straight Master Vinicius about how faggots worship cock better than females. Here’s an example of that.

“I’m going to cum inside you … I don’t care!”

While I do think the clips that God Alpha @geoscarxxx posts help faggots appreciate their purpose, the more valuable aspect involves Alpha mentorship.

He’s teaching his brothers how to properly own and use faggots.

In hierarchy, this is vital!

Lock us up in chains and hang us upside down, verbally degrade us, and hurt us at will.

Every true faggot will still hunger for an Alpha’s cock.