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!
For nine years I have covered the true stories of straight Alphas using faggots, and for nine years I’ve been told it’s impossible. All these nine years verified for me is that my own experiences with straight Alphas wasn’t just luck or my own personal skill.
Straight Alphas need worship about as much as they need air in their lungs. They crave the sight of an inferior surrendering themselves completely to their power, offering anything just to please them. Alphas love to see how their mere presence bends wills and claims lives. Worship verifies to an Alpha what he knows about himself – that he is a King, not an everyday Man.
Now, women definitely provide some amount of that worship. However, there are always strings attached to that, which causes the Alpha consternation. It’s not really worship if a payment is expected for it; that’s called a paid service, not worship.
This is where faggots come into play for straight Alphas. Unlike women, faggots absolutely understand their true place at the feet of straight Alphas. They give everything to these straight Alphas, obeying completely and working tirelessly to satisfy every demand a straight Alpha makes. But something magical happens when a straight Alpha takes ownership of a 100% devoted and loyal faggot. The completely submissive worship of the faggot begins to excite the straight Alpha in ways even he cannot explain. Much the same way cashmasters become sexually aroused by tributes of money, so too do straight Alphas become sexually aroused by the sight of faggots submitting to them.
And that is why straight Alphas and faggots are and will always link together, drawn by the irresistible magnetic forces of Hierarchy.
The latest (and possibly most dramatic) example of this is the case of a young straight Alpha named Anthony, and his faggot friend who worships him, Fabien.
In my last update, I revealed the beautiful collar Master Anthony gave to his faggot while on his way to fuck another female. The collar had a lovely design that spelled out “Anthony”, in effect acting as a dog tag identifying who owns Fabien. Instantly I knew something was developing inside Master Anthony, some powerful force rising up from within him. I told Fabien this, warning him to be ready for what’s coming next.
To that end, I put a bug in Fabien’s ear, suggesting that it would be so much more impactful if Master Anthony were to place the collar on him personally. Fabien agreed, and so I waited for the result of this plan.
To say it succeeded beyond my wildest dreams would be an understatement so deep it would need a funeral. Here’s what Fabien wrote:
Sam, oh my beloved Sam,I come back to you at last! Anthony’s away at university today, so I can take a moment to try and sum up as best I can what happened on Monday when he came back!
He arrived a little earlier than expected, as lunch was still heating up. He chilled out on the sofa. I shyly went over to him, his wonderful gift in hand. He looked at me, intrigued. “Aren’t you wearing it?” So I knelt down. “Master, I have a favor to beg of you. Would you do me the honor of putting it around my neck yourself? I beg you, sir.”
He grinned cockily. He stood up, took the necklace and tied it around my neck. He grabbed my chin to make me look up at him. “You’re mine,” he said. “I’m yours. My mighty Master. I belong at your feet and I exist to serve you.”
He now looked serious, focused. He took a breath and pulled out his cock. I sucked him fervently. I think I’ve now got the hang of it and I know how to satisfy him! I feel so connected to him, when I look into his eyes, on my knees, his cock and cum in my mouth and his tender but firm hand on the back of my head!
After he ejaculated and I swallowed his manly juice, he stroked my hair. “You’re a good slave.” “I’ll do anything for you.” I saw an intense gleam light up in his eyes. He was getting a hard-on again. Then he lifted me up, and pushed me face down on the sofa. He abruptly pulled down my pants and underwear and… I think you can guess what happened next.
He fucked me. He fucked my ass. His cock was already wet and he wet my hole with a little of his own saliva. His huge cock entered. I barely had time to think about what was happening that I was ass-fucked for the first time in my life!
I have to admit: it hurt quite a lot, but I instantly focused on his pleasure to stay quiet. He fucked me vigorously, even furiously! I heard what sounded like screams of rage! Then he muttered “I’m so superior… I’m the best… I’m the master…” After he came the first time, I stayed still for a few moments while he was catching his breath, and he was soon at it again! And this time, he pinned me to the floor. He put his black leather boot on my head while he fucked me!
I started kissing my pendant with his name on it. Then he said, “Kiss this instead,” and put his boot next to my face, so I could kiss and lick it. He was saying “You’re an inferior male… You’re so inferior to me… You’re my slave… SAY IT!” I did my best to speak clearly. “I am your slave! You’re such an awesome man! You’re a god! I was born to serve you!” He roared!
He actually roared!
After three orgasms, he finally slumped on the sofa. He gave me a hand gesture that I understood as an order to serve lunch. He removed his boots and, after serving him, I massaged his socked feet while he ate.
He went away for the afternoon until late that night. When he returned, he fucked me before going to sleep. Then the next morning, after my morning blowjob. Then in the shower. And again on the couch before leaving. And last night. He was in a hurry to leave this morning, so not this time… But I guess I’d better get ready for tonight!
Sam, I think Anthony has reached a new Alpha level… My ass is sore… But my heart is bursting with happiness and gratitude!
Your baby brother has grown up!
Fabien lost his virginity to a young God Alpha!
First of all, I’m so proud of Fabien for everything he has done in service to Master Anthony. He’s literally been the perfect faggot, tiptoeing on a tightrope to impress his incredible King. Fabien has surrendered everything in order to give Master Anthony exquisite service and maximum worship.
And for that slavish devotion, Fabien was finally fucked and bred by Master Anthony’s God Alpha cock!
I must point out that this was not only Fabien’s first time getting fucked, but it was also Master Anthony’s first time fucking a faggot. They both lost a virginity of sorts! But from what Fabien relates here, does it sound like Master Anthony loved fucking a faggot despite being straight? DAMN RIGHT HE DID!
Why is that? Well, like I said in my intro, straight Alphas are turned-on by POWER. Notice what precipitated Master Anthony taking Fabien’s virginity – it was Fabien’s submissiveness and his declarations of devotion! From that came the massive surge of POWER within Master Anthony that made him NEED to breed his faggot and claim it from the inside by marking it with his seed!
The straight Alpha/faggot dynamic is as primal as any in the natural world. Still don’t believe me? You’re not paying attention.
Congratulations to my dear sweet little brother Fabien, and to God Alpha Master Anthony!
HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
The following post is part of a thread following Master Nathan, the Alpha husband of a faggot, as he applies Hierarchical principles to deepen and solidify their relationship. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I was intrigued when a message from an Alpha by the name of Master Nathan dropped into my “Questions From Readers” inbox regarding his marriage to an obvious faggot partner. Master Nathan wanted to help his husband embrace his faghood and become more comfortable with letting go of the fear that restricted him.
So often when I receive these kinds of messages, I never heard from them again with updates. But I was pleasantly surprised when I received the following email regarding their progress:
Just writing to update you, as I was able to take homecumming leave back to Texas to see my husband and family in person for the first time in a good while. We have been discussing our relationship in terms on hierarchy for a minute now and, God damn are the effects immediately apparent. As soon as we got home from the airport my fag closed the door behind him, stripped, and began pulling at the hem of my jeans to get at me. While this was incredibly hot, I chastised him and called him impatient- as I mentioned originally it was always me initiating sex prior to our discussion of his faggotry and what it means for our relationship. While I only meant to tease him he seemed to take it to heart and apologized, preparing me a quick snack and a bringing me a drink before sitting down on the couch with me to enjoy our first meal together in over 6 months. Still nude, he sat in my lap as we shared a sandwich. Fuck am I glad to call him my husband. Once he took the plate he kneeled before me on the couch again. Obviously he was anxious to initiate again after my teasing, but it was clear what he needed. I asked him for another beer and as I opened the can I unzipped and gave him the go ahead with a nod. I made sure not to let him take off my briefs at first, and let him get used to my scent again, just keeping him between my thighs and pressing his nose and mouth against my growing bulge. The underwear were soaked by the time I told him to take them off.
Later on during my visit the effect showed in different ways. He’s always been a bit anxious in crowds or around new people so while at a concert I danced with my arms around him from behind. When I tried to separate myself for a few moments to clap or dance on my own he eagerly held onto my arms when I came back and after said how much being held helped his anxiety. While dancing I got hard and let myself grind against him while dancing. I knew his anxiousness with crowds would prevent us from going too far but couldn’t help myself from bringing my arms from around his shoulders to his hips and pulling him into me further.
Once we returned to the car he got into the backseat rather than the front passenger and again stripped as soon as the door closed behind him. I let him sit naked back there before finding an isolated place to pull off to the side and join him in the backseat.
As far as decision making goes, we went shopping for groceries together and talked about recipes I use to get more fiber. He’s been anxious about his weight (stupid bc his tiny belly is so cute to me) but was excited when I told him more veggies would help with that while also making prepping for sex easier for him.
I’m headed back to work this week and just wanted to thank you on behalf of both of us for the perspective that has enhanced out marriage.
My heart fluttered when I read these words: “We have been discussing our relationship in terms on hierarchy for a minute now and, God damn are the effects immediately apparent.” Nothing changes an interpersonal situation like the application of Hierarchical mechanics! It literally informs everything in every relationship we have in life, so how would it not improve Master Nathan’s marriage?
I’m just glad to see how deftly he’s applying his natural power as an Alpha to help his faggot husband embrace his truth! It sounds like his faggot is really flourishing in deeper levels of subspace!
After receiving the above letter, I wrote this to Master Nathan:
You don’t really mention it, but I’m curious – do you feel that moving into the role of Owner and Master (rather than only a husband) has helped YOU grow? How has this change helped you grow and embrace your personal power as an Alpha?
His reply was quite powerful:
Good question Sam.
To be honest, I don’t really think about it all that much. I’ve never been powerless so the extent of my “alpha power” growing is mainly just felt in the way we’ve interacted together. In public I do take care to make sure he’s as comfortable as possible, whereas before I was a bit more concerned with not being overbearing. I’ll make sure to take the keys even when we take his vehicle, keep him at my side especially in crowds, etc. I’ve enjoyed the ways he’s responded to my embracing the power dynamic. But as for ME not much has changed except for much less hesitation on my part. Now that I know he WANTS to serve and be submissive to me, I don’t have to worry about taking the lead and steamrolling any of his actions or ideas. I guess I would call that freedom, not being held back by a desire to keep things between us completely even. He has expressed gratitude that he has much less to worry about with me around as most things are taken care of for him. We both were dreading my return to work as it means he has to be a lot more self sufficient and I don’t have access to my prince of a faggot. But we’ve made it through long stretches of LDR before and we look forward to me moving back home full time once my contract is up.
Master Nathan here correctly identifies the give-and-take aspect of Hierarchical power dynamics. For him to feel complete as an Alpha, he needs his faggot to fully submit … and for his faggot to fully submit, he needs to feel safe expressing his dominance. Very important understanding!
I love seeing Hierarchical principles save relationships! I’ve helped enough people with it to confidently say it’s usually one of the major issues between couples straight and gay, but it goes unrecognized because people don’t understand Hierarchy.
But I do!
Thank you Master Nathan for continuing to share your insights!
This post is part of a thread following the life of a faggot named Kyle who managed to convince his high school crush, a straight Alpha named Andrew, to allow him to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think every single gay male had that one straight guy in high school we wanted so badly but never managed to get. For me, it was this guy named Bob who looked vaguely like Kyle McLachlan. My attempts to get Bob’s attention were almost embarrassing, but I could never stop staring at his bulge or his perfectly-formed ass. He entertained my clumsy advances (I think he knew I was a faggot), but I was way too awkward and unsure of myself as a freshman to make anything happen.
I think that pretty much describes the experiences of most gay males crushing on straight guys in high school. However, every so often a crafty and determined faggot will figure out the magic formula and strike gold. In this case, the crafty faggot in question is a twenty-something fag named Kyle.
Kyle lusted after a tall, lanky athlete in his high school named Andrew. They became good friends, and nothing happened between them for their entire time in school.
But Kyle never gave up.
So we went to High school together actually. He ended up moving out to Boston as he got a job with Olympia Sports while he attended Umass Boston online. I had gotten a job out in Boston 6 years back and commuted. He was my crush in high school. Literally worshiped him. I knew he was living in the city and hit him up to see if he had an apartment that had a available room or what the deal was with him. He actually said he was looking for another place in the city to live as the rent was too high where he was at. So I ended up getting a 2 bedroom apartment in the city and told him I had a good apartment for cheap rent. He ended up moving in with me and it was amazing.
After a couple of months I knew I had to be honest with him. I sat down and talked with him about my situation. I told him I was a faggot and that I had worshipped him since high school and that I felt most useful helping him achieve his goals. As he had been single for a number of years I also let him know that i am there for his pleasure as well.
He was like wtf and took some time to think about what I just told him. About a week later he came back to me and told me what the rules are. I take care of the majority of the rent, I keep his room, bathroom, and the place clean. I help him with his assignments. And I will give him sexual pleasure when he wanted it. So the fact he laid down the law like that with me proves he was a true Alpha. And I was super happy to help him on his journey.
That’s one hell of an introduction to the use of faggots! Even Kyle admitted his overwhelming fear:
Dude when I had my first conversation with him about telling him about me. I was so scared and nervous. We always were cool with each other before and I didn’t want to scare him off and I didn’t want to ruin our already existing friendship. But the fact he was open to it was incredible.
So it didn’t take Master Andrew long to seize control of the useful situation:
So he started getting his feet wet by no longer using my name but calling me fag/faggot all the time. Then he started telling me to do things, like his laundry, cleaning shit, picking up stuff for him, giving him some spending cash. I loved doing it man.
Then about a month into this I woke up one morning hearing him call me. “Faggot come here”. So I went to his room. He was kicked back on the bed masturbating, his dick was popped out of his boxers and he said I was going to be his fuck toy from now on as well. He ordered me to get on the bed with him and suck his cock, which I gladly did. And I was passive in the whole situation, I didn’t suck so much as he skull fucked me with his hands holding my head. I gagged, spit-up, and choked but that’s how he liked getting his head. And I was so happy to be used for his needs. I would smell his dirty socks and boxers, I’d sniff and lick his Jordan’s for him. He loved the power imbalance.
But then Master Andrew made the unexpected decision to introduce his new faggot to his Alpha pack!
So like I said we went to high school together so we know many of the same people from central MA. The first time he had a party he invited some buds from high school so he could hang with them and also out me as a faggot to them. They got pretty drunk and high. But I was ordered to serve them beer, pack bowls, get food, lick their sneakers, sniff and lick their feet while they all laughed and humiliated me. There was like 12 people over. The deal was if I was to be used for sex I’d be taken into the bedroom and used there. And 4 guys did use me sexually that night. They were too drunk to care, just needing to nut.
Kyle has now been serving Master Andrew for SIX YEARS! And while the dynamic between them has changed since high school, the core bond between them remains thanks to each one accepting the truth about the other.
Whenever we’d go out in public together the dynamic never changed to make it seem like I was his equal. He called me fag in public all the time. I’d get looks but I didn’t care. He’s completely lost respect for me as a person … now I’m just his bitch faggot.
I absolutely love this true story of a faggot and an Alpha finding Hierarchical fulfillment in each other! And I’m so very inspired by Kyle’s persistent pursuit of the Alpha to whom he desperately wanted to submit!
What a lesson, and what inspiration! Follow Kyle’s great example, make room for service and make it a priority, and you too can find success!
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Whenever a straight Alpha starts using a faggot sexually, something incredible happens inside him. He develops what I half-jokingly call his Hierarchical “Third Eye”, namely, the ability to see through everyone and discover their true Hierarchical motivations. Faggots suddenly stand out everywhere they go, as obvious as characters in a pop-up book.
It almost seems unfair, doesn’t it? Alphas are already vastly superior to us, but then nature gifts them with this added superpower that turns them into even more unstoppable predators. However, this heightened awareness only comes to straight Alphas who ignore the constraining lies of inferior society and use faggots sexually. It liberates the Alpha, and helps him to embrace the fact that everything is available for the taking.
Straight Master David is beginning to experience this Third Eye effect, that power beyond what is normal, because he made the decision to finally use his faggot roommate Vincent. And now there’s no going back!
Master David has been enjoying the service of Vincent, but he had an undeniable need to try out his new superpowers as soon as possible. Listen to what happened:
Faggot, magic is already happening!
Today, at the gym, I saw a shy little guy I’d seen before, who sometimes asks me for advice and often looks at me with admiration. I didn’t have any water, so I snapped my fingers and said “Water!” and he handed me his bottle. When I said “Clean up!”, he wiped the machine I was using with his towel. He followed me throughout my session, obeying my every command! I loved it! He stayed silent, only saying “Thank you, Sir! As you wish, Sir!”.
This really turned me on, so I made him follow me into the changing rooms and individual showers. He soaped me up and sucked me off in the shower! He was so adorable, looking at me with his submissive and pleading eyes. He swallowed it all, like Vincent does. Then he helped me get dressed, just like he was my valet!
I asked him where he lived and when he’d be back at the gym next time. He lives a few blocks from me. I think I’ll enjoy seeing him again. I don’t even know his name! I didn’t bother to ask him, I just called him “boy”. I don’t care, for now, he can just be “slave #2”.
I am SO THRILLED to be born A KING ! I’m happy there are guys like you, born to serve me! Are there a lot of you? Gosh, I would fucking love to have many regular servants at my beck and call.
Just writing this stuff makes me horny. I’m going to have Vincent take care of that. He seems to really love my manly juice.
What an incredible application of Alpha power! You can understand why Master David is so flushed with excitement and awe at what he can do now! He can now fearlessly and confidently walk up to anyone he identifies as a faggot and use it for whatever he desires!
I’ve discussed the concept of “Alpha Ascension” before, and it’s very real. That’s what is happening to Master David right now. He’s becoming greater than anything he could’ve been before without faggots!
All of this power and dominance and worship is available to him because he’s developed that Third Eye! To any other straight (or gay) Alphas, this power can be yours, too! Like Master David, you must be willing to tear down the barriers that enclose you and embrace the fullness of what nature meant for you1
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
On tonight’s podcast episode I made one really bold assertion regarding the mushrooming experiences of Master David: faggots are the key to making a straight Alpha even more powerful than other Alphas, more powerful than any ordinary Man that has ever lived.
How do they do it? Well, faggots worship and serve without question or expectation of reward. They humbly accept whatever violence or aggression that comes from serving powerful Men. They obediently follow commands verbal or otherwise without argument.
They treat a Man as he was meant to be treated: as the image of God.
Now, a straight Alpha can get some of that through owning/using faggots financially and domestically, but it’s in the sexual use of faggots that deeper levels of power are achieved. Why? Because it’s through the sexual use of a faggot that a straight Alpha realizes he’s honestly above all of the labels constraining lesser Men. They realize they can literally have anything they desire on command for the rest of their life.
That’s where Master David is now.
After his startling discovery of faggot blowjobs, I knew he wasn’t stopping. So I waited impatiently for a follow-up to that first night. And when it came, it didn’t disappoint:
This morning, I had my morning wood, and when I woke up I went straight to Vincent’s room to force his mouth on my dick. Once gain, he thanked me a lot. Then, I just felt like spitting on him and calling him my bitch. Again, he thanked me. Later, I pissed on him. You know what he did? Yeah, you’re damn right. He thanked me.
I just can’t believe I masturbated the first time. Such an idiot. Fucking a submissive throat is just so good, and so manly. I think I’ll never have to jerk off alone. It’s better to ejaculate on or inside someone else!
I fucking love how much Vincent is willing to please me. No matter how harsh I am on him, he keeps crawling back to me, begging to serve me more! Are you faggots just genetically designed to be slaves? That’s crazy. And hot.
You can sense the wild-eyed wonder swirling inside Master David as his world opens up into a new reality! The knowledge that inferiors will not only serve him regardless of his extreme desires, but they’ll also do it with deep respect and gratitude! Even pissing on a faggot like Vincent doesn’t stop him from serving! That’s pure power!
But then Master David mentions something very important, a discovery that underscores exactly what I’ve always said about straight Alphas who use faggots sexually. Notice this discovery:
I’m starting to notice other’s people submissive behavior with me. Lowering their eyes, deferring to me, praising me… I wonder which other people I could have kiss my feet and slave away for me like Vincent does now. Guess I’ll only know if I try!
I am more and more feeling like an actual King.
This is the Third Eye of Hierarchy, a kind of second sight that allows a straight Alpha to see through the facades and phony personas adopted by inferiors to protect themselves. Instead, their vulnerabilities and submissive natures are openly-exposed by this second sight, and suddenly the straight Alpha sees he can use anybody anywhere at anytime.
That’s Master David tonight. He’s growing more powerful, more unconquerable, more unstoppable.
Hierarchy 268 – When Straight Alphas Fuck Faggots
Master David’s example shows straight Alphas can use faggots sexually and remain straight!
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This post is part of a thread following a faggot in California named Danny who slowly discovered his faghood and has begun serving a straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
It usually takes straight Alphas some time to adjust service from a faggot. They struggle to reconcile the extreme pleasure with their concept of their own masculinity. It’s a process, but ultimately most straight Alphas eventually come to accept faggot service as a vital aspect of their sexual expression.
My dear brother Danny has been serving a straight Alpha named Matthew for several months now. I last spoke with him in September, and really didn’t know how things were progressing. Then the other day I heard from him again, and it sounds like Master Matthew has made that final adjustment.
Not a huge amount has changed. I am still in grateful service to my King (he prefers this term to ‘Master’). We had a couple of little bumps where he decided to stop, in part I think because he has a girlfriend.
So for a short time he stopped making use of me completely, and for another short period he only used me for chores but stopped having me serve him sexually. I was happy to follow his wishes, though I felt rejected at the time.
But my patience paid off, he trusts me – and the situation – more than ever, and I am in full service to him as his loyal and obedient faggot. He’s also using me harder than ever, and he’s becoming more experimental. He’s tied my wrists a couple of times to used me, he’s had me degrade myself with toys while he does work and ignores me. In September he had to go to Las Vegas for work, and insisted that I travel there too, and get my own room in the same hotel. We played a little bit with me submitting to him verbally in public, in places where people could hear. He also got me to get on Grindr and invite guys to my room a couple of times so that he could watch me submit to them. That was pretty intense, and very exposing for me. But it felt wonderful performing for him like that.
In early December he was out of the country, and he instructed me to make three videos of myself with strangers to send to him. I was also instructed not to cum while he was away (I’m not in chastity). When he returned, he rewarded me with the most intense rutting I’ve received so far. I’m pretty sure my neighbors heard.
We seem to have found a groove and things are just working very well. I’ve no doubt there will be changes and challenges, but for now things are pretty great.
What a breakthrough! Let’s isolate the key elements for success here. Danny showed submissiveness and obedience, bending to whatever his Master desired. And Danny also showed patience (a huge issue for many faggots), allowing his Master to consider his choices and make the correct one for himself.
And what did that lead to? It lead to a deeper, more intense, and more powerful connection between Master Matthew and his loyal faggot Danny!
I love to hear success stories just like this one! Be submissive, obedient, and patient, and your Alpha could be your Master someday, too!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot in California named Danny who slowly discovered his faghood and has begun serving a straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I really wish more people appreciated the great courage of true faggots who make themselves available for service (even at great risk to themselves) and then do whatever it takes to deeply submit to their Alphas. Nothing about being a faggot is easy. From the search, to the submission, to the day-to-day requirements of service … Everything is surrendered to fulfill this compulsion baked into the DNA of every faggot.
Unlike many stupid Alphas who call faggots “worthless” or “stupid”, I instead celebrate my faggot brothers who bravely follow their hearts and debase themselves completely for the sake of serving a Man. I have found great fulfillment in my life from doing that, and these other outstanding faggots are discovering the same thing.
One such example to be celebrated is a 27-year-old faggot from California named Danny. He has come a long way over those years, suffering some trauma, while coming to accept his undeniable faghood. He was kind enough to share his incredible story of finally finding a true straight Alpha to serve.
I’ve been following your site for a while, and wanted to share with you my journey to becoming a fag.
I’ve always been socially submissive, and I’ve always known that I have a thing for dominant, confident men. I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, and as a kid I always hung out with older, rougher boys. I wanted to impress them. At the time I thought that I wanted to be like them, though looking back I think even then I knew that I wanted something different to that.
I’ve never wanted a boyfriend and until fairly recently have lived as a straight man. But since high school I’ve looked at guys and wondered what it would be like to be with them. And I’ve often found myself deferring to guys that I admire.
It wasn’t until I was at college that anything happened sexually with guys. I had three roommates, and we had only been living together for a few weeks. We barely knew each other really. One evening we got high, we talked about sex, we watched porn, one thing led to another, and it ended up become intensely sexual. It’s hard to say who actually led it. It was as if it was in the air, and it was inevitable. I think one of the guys was gay, and he was pushing for it to happen, but I was entirely willing. I allowed myself to be talked into it. It was a rush. It felt taboo but it felt safe. The other guys were constantly asserting their heterosexuality, and the whole thing felt like it wasn’t really that big of a deal. But I was acutely aware that I was the one who was being the most submissive. And as things progressed I was performing oral, while the other gradually just watched. I ended up giving head to the three of them.
After, things seemed different between us all. We acted as though everything was the same, but they treated me differently, kept their distance. We never spoke about it. But several weeks later it happened again, and then again. Each time was the same. I gave head. I swallowed. And after, we pretended like nothing had happened. I think a couple of them were a little freaked out by it, and to the end of the semester we decided, for different reasons, to live with other people. I was partly relieved, partly disappointed.
I thought about it a lot, and I went into chat rooms, and had phone sex with guys, but for the next couple of years at college I didn’t do anything else in person. In my junior year, though, I felt I really needed to do something with a guy or I would go crazy. I met a couple of guys through apps, though the sex didn’t really satisfy me. I wanted more, or different, I just didn’t know what. In my senior year I ended up going to an adult store. I’m not sure why I did it, or how long I’d been thinking about doing it. My plan was that my first time I’d just watch people come and go, see how things worked. But I ended up sucking dick through a glory hole. When I was done, I saw the guy hurry away. I liked how seedy it was, how dirty it made me feel, but also how good it felt to give guys what they needed. I became a regular there. I still had a girlfriend at the time, and was still deeply ashamed and didn’t really understand what it was that I needed, or wanted. But it felt like it filled a need in me, and it was mostly anonymous.
Then, one night, I was followed out of the store, and I was raped in the parking lot.
It was the first time I’d been fucked by a man. He was older, maybe in his 40s, and I was 21 at the time. He was bigger than me, but I could have put up more of a fight. I was an athlete and was in shape, but I just sort of let it happen. Looking back, I think I knew it would happen eventually. I must have wanted it. As he was fucking me, he kept telling me that he’d been watching me, that I’d sucked him before, and swallowed him, that I was a faggot and a whore, that he knew what I was for. He kept telling me that he knew I wanted it. The guy had a friend there who didn’t get involved, just watched and, I guess, kept a look out. Through most of it I kept looking at him, and I remember wondering what he thought of me, and imagining what he was seeing. A college fag getting raped by a bigger guy. I remember the guy cumming in me. He tensed up, grunted, and pumped into me. I was shocked by it. I had a profound sense that something had changed in me. After it was over I kept replaying the moment in my head that he came, and thought ‘a guy came in me, a guy came in me…’
When he left I got into my car and sat there for what seemed like hours. I was shaking. I went home, and my girlfriend had dropped by, which she sometimes did. I said I’d been at work and she had no reason to think I was lying. I tried to keep it together. I went and had a shower, and I started to jerk off thinking about what had just happened. I felt ashamed, I felt confused, but mostly I felt that I had to keep it to myself. Me and my girlfriend had sex that night. I was mostly thinking about the guy who had been watching.
I stopped going to the adult store, but I kept thinking about the assault pretty much every time I jerked off. I eventually told someone online – a guy I spoke to regularly in a chat room – and it was the first conversation I had with someone who recognized that, maybe I was a faggot, that I had wanted it, that I had enjoyed it, that I had invited it, and that maybe I needed to serve an alpha. He explained that I was in denial about what I was, but that I was unconsciously putting myself in situations where I might get used, and that I was starting to wake up to who I am.
So I started looking for alphas to use me. Over the next months, I met with many dominant guys who used me, though I didn’t really serve anyone as a faggot. One that I met with took me a couple of times to a fuck club. The first time I mostly watched, though we went into a dark room where he watched me suck cock at a line of glory holes. The next time we went he expected more of a show from me, and invited men to fuck me. I was new meat, just barely out of college and so I got a lot of attention. It was exhausting and overwhelming, but I did everything I was expected to do. It confirmed to me that I was made to be used, but it was purely physical – and it didn’t completely satisfy me. It didn’t hit the spot that I needed to be hit.
Then Master Matthew happened.
He had moved into an apartment right across the street from me. He seemed a bit bookish, and nerdy, was around my age (I was 25 at this point), but he was taller than me, and was obviously in remarkably good shape. I saw him around several times, running, on his bike, at the grocery store, and I was drawn to him immediately. I felt excited whenever I saw him around, and I started trying to work out his schedule so that we might pass in the street. I became a little obsessed. I watched his apartment for signs of when he was home, when he might be alone. I tried to work out what his life was. I imagined going to him and offering myself to him.
He had a girlfriend, and a pretty eclectic mix of friends. Some jock types, some nerd types, mostly straight, some gay. He had surf friends, and would surf often in the morning. I noticed that he would usually leave his wetsuit over a rail by his apartment to dry. One night while it was still out there I decided to go smell it. I got on my knees and licked the crotch, inside and out. I imagined that the salty taste was his cum. I got a rush on the idea of being caught.
I thought about him all the time.
My online friend suggested that I leave a note, offering myself to him. So I did. I didn’t identify myself, but said that I was a young straight guy (I was still telling myself that), that I lived close and that I had seen him around. I said that I had experience from my college days of regularly giving head to my roommates. I said that if he wanted a no-strings arrangement, that I would be more that willing to do that for him, no reciprocation necessary. I guess I was trying to sound more like a regular bro and less like a faggot, so as not to put him off. I left a number on the note.
I slipped the note in his mailbox. And waited.
Several days later, I got a text asking ‘who is this?’
I knew it was him. I felt sick, I felt excited. I was terrified I would fuck it up! I said I lived close to him. I told him I was serious. Asked if there was anything he wanted to know. He was very careful not to show any signs of acknowledging having interest, and had a tone that he didn’t quite believe what I was telling him, and thought it was a prank. But he didn’t shut me down, and kept leaving openings for me to carry on talking. We texted back and forth for a couple of hours. Eventually, though, he stopped responding.Then a few days later, he asked again ‘so, who are you?’ He wanted to know specifically. I said I was nervous to tell him. But he insisted, so I told him my name and everything he needed to be able to identify me. He asked for a picture. I thought, fuck it. So I sent one. There was a long silence. I was dying. Then he texted that he’d seen me around. He asked where I lived. I said I lived literally across the street from him. Then, silence again.
Almost a week later, he texted again. He asked where I was. I was in a bar with a couple of friends. He said he wanted to know if it was really me, and not someone pretending. He wanted me to take a picture of myself in the bar. It was tricky with my friends being there, but I did it. Then he said he wanted to see me in the street outside his apartment. My heart stopped. He wasn’t saying that something might happen, but it felt like that’s what he meant. I said I would get an uber and be there in 20 minutes. He didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure if that was too long for him. I made my excuses and left my friends. I was standing outside his apartment about 15 minutes later. I texted him to say I was outside. There was the longest pause, and I thought maybe I’d blown it. Then he texted and told me to come to the door.
It was kind of late, and I’d had a few drinks. I was doing my best to be present and act sober. He let me in. I could smell weed. I was so fucking nervous, and I think he was too. He was in sweats and a tshirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but I was trying to act normal. He asked if I wanted a beer, I said no, yes, no, sure, are you having one? Sure. We made some polite chit chat. He asked how long I’d lived in the area, what I did for work. General stuff. I was trying not to just drop to my knees and beg for his cock.Then he took out the note that I had left for him. He still had it, folded up. He asked if it was for real. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I said it was. He handed me the note and told me to read it out loud. It was excruciating, saying it all, but I did it. It sounded so dumb saying it again. But I was rock hard. He asked how it started with my roommates, so I told him the bare bones of what had happened. He asked if I liked sucking cock. I said I did. It was such a fucking rush, telling this guy who knew who I was that I liked doing it. He asked questions, were those guys gay, how many times did I do it, did we kiss, did anyone else know about it, did I swallow. I answered.
Then he asked me if I had sucked for other guys. I decided to be honest, and I ended up telling him about going to the adult store to suck dicks. I was scared that would put him off me, but I wanted him to see me for who and what I was. He didn’t seem to care. He asked if I had a girlfriend, I said I did. He asked how many dicks I had sucked. I said I wasn’t sure. He laughed. He asked if my gf had any idea about me. I said I hoped not.
Then there was a long pause. We were both a bit embarrassed. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to make the first move. So I asked if he wanted me to suck him. He asked if I wanted to. I said yes. He asked me how much I wanted it, and I said very much. He told me to ask him if I could. So I did. Then he told me to get on my knees, and ask again. So I did. I got on my knees and asked him if I could suck his dick. He nodded and said ‘ok’.
He was wearing sweats, and he got me to pull them down. His cock is perfect. I gasped when I saw it. Thick, cut, and bigger than me. He wasn’t hard, but he was on the way. I kissed it. Felt the heat of it on my face. He told me to look up at him. So I did, and stared into his eyes as I took him in my mouth and made him hard. It felt so right. Like coming home. The smell, the taste of a man, the feel of a firm cock in my mouth.
He said nothing. He just let me suck. As he got close to cumming, he held me on him and he fucked my mouth some. And then he came. He came a lot and he came hard. I swallowed. It tasted like heaven. Then he was like, okay, cool, you should go. So I left.
The following day it happened again. He texted, I went to his apartment, we talked a little, he got me to ask to suck him, he let me, and I swallowed for him.
The following week we met several times.
I decided to be bolder.
I texted him and told him that I was prepared to do literally anything for him. I sent him some links to things about fags and alphas, mostly your posts. He went quiet for a few days and didn’t respond to any of that stuff. Then a couple of weeks later he texted out of the blue and told me to come over. It was the same deal, me giving him head. He was on the couch, I was kneeling, sucking him. And then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ I nodded. I carried on.
The next time I went over, he had me clean his apartment.
Over the next few weeks he started testing me, to see what I would do. How far I would go. He made me do errands. One night he sent me to pick up food for him and some friends he had over. I delivered it to his door and he acted like he didn’t know me. I went home and jerked off.
One night I was over, he asked me if I had been fucked. We actually hadn’t discussed it before. And he wanted me to tell him about my first time. so I told him about the rape. He’s the only person I’ve ever actually talked to about it. He seemed interested, he asked questions. He asked specifically what the guy had said to me, what he’d called me. It was difficult recounting it all, but he pressed me to tell him everything about it, and he waited until I had. Then he wanted me to tell him about other experiences, so I told him about the fuck clubs.
I was a bit shaken up by telling him everything. I felt pretty raw. He said ‘You want cock in you?’ I said yes. He told me to ask for it, so I asked for it. He said no.
About two weeks later was the first time he fucked me. When we did it, I was on the floor on my hands and knees. I was naked. He was kneeling behind me, mostly clothed. At first he was quiet. Then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ That phrase is like his way in, I think. I said I did. He said I was a faggot. I agreed. He told me to say it. I said ‘I’m a faggot’. He told me to call him sir. I did. Then he was saying other things. I didn’t realize at first, but he was repeating the things that had been said to me when I was raped. ‘You’re a whore’ ‘This is what you’re for, faggot’ It was only when he said ‘I’ve been watching you’ that I realized what he was doing. I couldn’t help it, I just said ‘oh my god’, and I started to cry. I tried not to let him see, but he realized. ‘You crying faggot?’ ‘You liked being raped, didn’t you, that’s why you were there’
‘Yes’
‘Yes what, faggot?’
‘Yes sir’
He came in me. He cums hard. When he cums in my mouth, I really feel the power of it. But when he came in my ass I was convinced I could feel it hitting
my insides. I felt his cock pulse with each shot, too.He pulled out. ‘Jesus’. He looked at me with what seemed like surprise and disgust. Like he was seeing what I was and really understanding it. ‘Fuck’. I moved to get up, he told me to stay where I was. He went to take a piss. I was still on all fours. He came back and stared at me. He laughed to himself. ‘Faggot’. He leaned down to look me in the face ‘Fucking faggot’. ‘Yes sir’ He laughed. ‘Kiss my feet’. I kissed his feet.
‘You’re nothing’.
He fucked me most of the times we met from then. The friendliness we’d had at the start faded away as he became more of an alpha with me, and he realized his power over me. I was in heaven. It was everything I had ever wanted. He ridiculed me, taunted me. He respected my time, and understood that I had a job (and a girlfriend still, for a while, though I eventually ended that). But when I was with him, I was his object. A fucktoy and a servant.
And then the pandemic happened.
For the first few weeks of the lockdown I could see he was home. But we already had an arrangement where it wasn’t my place to contact him. Eventually I did, to ask if he was okay and if he needed me to do anything. He simply said he was fine. So I waited. A few weeks in, I realized he was no longer at the apartment. I was worried he had moved. But his stuff was still there, so I guessed that he had moved in with his gf, or with his family, until the pandemic was over.
One night, around Thanksgiving, he texted me, telling me to beg for his cock. To beg to be fucked. So I did. I texted for an hour, over and over, stream of consciousness stuff, telling him he was a god, and I was nothing and that I wanted to please him and needed his manhood inside me. I thought that maybe he was going to tell me where he was and invite me over.
He eventually texted back ‘no’.
When vaccinations started, he moved back. And I waited. Eventually I got a text telling me to come over. He had me clean the place, go get groceries. He made me beg for his cock, but he didn’t touch me. He sent me home.
A few days ago he fucked me again for the first time since the pandemic started. He is, if anything, more alpha than before. He dominated me completely physically. Called me names. Made me call myself names. He had me stay naked in his apartment all day, and used me several times. He likes to get a little rough, not violent exactly. And he likes to pull me into the positions that he wants me to be in. One of the fucks was in his bedroom, which we don’t usually go into, but he wanted to fuck me in front of the mirror, so I could watch myself being used.
‘This is what you are, faggot. This is what you’re for’
‘Yes sir’
‘You’re mine’
‘Yes sir’
It’s true. It’s so fucking true.
I consider this documented experience to be The Blueprint, the exact way to come to a point of acceptance and then successfully offer oneself to the will of an Alpha. There are so many things right about what my dear brother Danny did along the way that it’s virtually impossible to comprehensively list all of the them. Here are some of my initial thoughts:
I cannot even come close to describing my pride. Danny is an absolute inspiration, and his Master Matthew is clearly an extraordinary straight Alpha of unstoppable and rapidly-growing power.
But it’s important to emphasize this important point: Danny’s case is not some unique and magical experience that happens once in a generation. This site is filled with experiences from faggots who followed the same pattern that Danny perfectly demonstrated here. It simply requires submissiveness, humility, persistence, and courage.
I certainly hope that Danny will continue to share the developments between him and his incredible Master! What an inspiration!
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been such a privilege working with straight Master David, the young French King who approached me a while back about his roommate Vincent. Despite being straight, Master David suspected that Vincent was a faggot who could be owned by him and enslaved.
And sure enough, Master David followed my suggestions and managed to easily submit Vincent. Ever since, Master David has experimented with various aspects of faggot ownership. He’s really grown into an impressive and NATURAL owner of faggots, and he’s truly enjoyed everything he’s experienced as this faggot’s Owner.
Master David’s journey has been chronicled completely here, and one thing I will say about Master David is: he’s honest. He openly discusses what he enjoys about owning a faggot, as well as concerns he might have. He’s completely transparent and open to suggestion.
So over the last couple of weeks I’ve been talking to Master David about using his new faggot sexually. While I don’t think it’s necessary for a straight Alpha to do that, I do think it’s an avenue of worship and service that can really enhance an Alpha’s dominance without altering his sexual preference. I discussed with with Master David, and he was quite honest about his skepticism while also promising to “think about it.”
Well apparently the thinking is over! Master David did it!
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I finally gave it a try. Today I came home, Vincent greeted me, kneeling and kissing my shoes. As always it turned me on very much. And this time, I just decided to give in. I unzipped my pants and I put my hard dick into his mouth. And it was amazing.
I instinctively grabbed his head force him on my dick, something I barely dare to do with girls. He did not complain, quite the contrary. He choked, but when I released him, he quickly got back to the blow job. He sucked me off like his life depended on it. I loudly moaned in delight and it seemed to make him even eager. When I looked down to him, he was looking at me with such adoration in his eyes.
I grabbed his head with both my hands when I came into his mouth. He swallowed everything. He seemed exhausted, and told me in a pleading tone: “How was I, Master?” I told him he was a pretty good cocksucker, probably the best one to have ever sucked my cock. He kissed my balls while muttering “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you so much”. I was already getting a new hard-on! So I grabbed his head and forced him again on my cock until I came for the second time. He swallowed, thanked me again and again and kissed my feet.
He is cooking my dinner right now. I have a hard on just thinking of his eagerness to please me. I think I’m gonna feed him my cum again tonight.
You were right to encourage me to try. It was really, really good. And I don’t feel less of a man after this. Quite the opposite, actually.
INCREDIBLE!
I have preached this intrinsic Hierarchical truth from the mountaintops and until I’m blue in the face: straight Alphas use faggots for sex all the time, and it never makes them gay or changes their sexual preference!
What it DOES do is exactly what Master David mentions here: It makes the straight Alpha MORE POWERFUL! Suddenly the Alpha realizes that ALL humans exist to provide him pleasure and worship! He suddenly begins to understand how a King deserves to live: by being worshiped by ALL of his subjects!
Master David began his ascension, that process an Alpha goes through as he makes advancement in the use of his natural power. Using Vincent as his cocksucker is a huge leap forward in that process. It completely reprograms an Alpha’s mind and changes his worldview. Nothing can ever be the same!
I’m so proud of my glorious Master David! He’s a good, wise, and POWERFUL King!
