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Tonight Zack finally faced the moment of truth: release and freedom from his chastity cage after 611 days… or more locked-up denial ahead?
I strapped him tightly to the chair, secured a powerful vibrator right against his chastity, and laid out the rules:
• Envelope 1 opens if he cums before the 15-minute mark (hidden until the end)
• Envelope 2 opens if he cums between 15–30 minutes (hidden until the end)
• Envelope 3 opens only if he survives the full 30 minutes without cumming (hidden until the end)
The stakes? Whether he finally gets to touch his cock again… or stays helplessly caged for who-knows-how-much longer.
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This isn’t fantasy. This is our real life.
I still get that electric shiver remembering that afternoon back in the summer of 2025, one of those raw, unforgettable moments deep into our 8-year relationship as boyfriends, when Declan’s ownership felt as natural as breathing and the KINK3D Viper cage had long been our go-to for unbreakable, comfortable denial. The Viper was perfect by then: lightweight 3D-printed plastic with sweeping armored curves, full underside closure to crush any cheating thoughts, great airflow for endless wear, and my PA ring locked right through it, keeping me throbbing and secure without a second thought.
That morning he’d chosen my exposure uniform: the bright red mesh shorts, ultra-sheer, fine net-like fishnet that hid exactly zero details. They clung tight to my hips and thighs, the tiny holes putting the Viper’s black curves on blatant display in front, PA ring glinting, balls hanging heavy and vulnerable below. In back, the mesh parted naturally down the center seam, framing my ass cheeks completely bare, the vivid red netting contrasting my skin like I was packaged solely for his eyes. He tugged the waistband high, pulling the fabric taut over the cage and stretching it even tighter across my hole. “My perfect boy,” he murmured, fingers tracing the net along the Viper’s outline. “Locked like always, all see-through and desperate. These stay on all day, no covering. I want to watch you leak while you wait for me.”
Chores around the apartment were charged: dusting, laundry, prepping his snacks, every shift letting air tease through the open mesh, the Viper denying me relentlessly, pre-cum slowly soaking dark patches on the front where nothing was concealed.
By mid-afternoon Declan wanted gaming time, so he led me into our bedroom. The jail cell stood in its usual spot by the window: that sturdy gunmetal metal frame, vertical bars on the sides in a grid, horizontal slats across the top for solid strength, bottom padded with a dark gray blanket and rumpled bedding (though today it stayed empty).
He had me kneel in front of it, facing the bars, then pulled out the real police-issue handcuffs, those heavy stainless steel chain-linked cuffs, cold metal loops connected by a short rattling chain, ratcheting with that final authoritative click, double-lockable for no-escape security. He fastened one cuff snug around the base of my balls (above the sac for grip, always checked for circulation and safety, no risks in our play), threaded the short chain through a lower side bar of the cage, and locked the other end. It pulled me forward hard, making me to hunch against the metal frame from the outside, ass pushed out toward the room, Viper-caged cock and stretched balls thrust forward through the sheer red mesh, hole framed invitingly by the parted netting, body pinned helpless and on full display.
“Good boy,” he said casually, patting my head like his favorite toy before leaving with his controller and headset. “Quiet. Don’t move. I’m going to play my video games.”
Hours melted away. Game sounds filled the other room while I stayed frozen outside the cage, muscles burning sweetly from the pull, mind drifting deep into subspace. The mesh let every draft ghost over my skin, the chastity kept me locked tight and desperate, body a living display piece chained to the bars.
When he finally paused the game and I heard his walk, my pulse hammered. He approached slowly, no rush to release. He crouched in front of me, gripped my chin, tilted my face up to look at his eyes. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with affection and lust. “Chained outside your cell stuck by a pair of handcuffs, those slutty red shorts framing your Viper-locked cock and ass like a gift. So fucking beautiful after all these years. All mine.”
He stood, unzipped, spat once on his thick cock to slick it, then stepped behind me. Hands braced on my hips through the mesh; one gripping firm. One slow, claiming push in, no extra prep, stretching and owning me while I gasped against the bars, cuffs keeping my balls pinned taut against the metal, the frame rattling softly with each deep thrust.
He fucked me hard then, every inch possessed, my body jerking forward against the cage with his rhythm. “This is what you’re for,” he growled low in my ear. “My hole. My toy. My good boy who waits so perfectly chained outside like this.”
Hours of knowing I was helpless, he didn’t last long. One final, bruising slam, and he buried deep, flooding me with heat as I moaned brokenly, the chastity holding my cock straining uselessly against its curved plastic prison.
Only after he softened and pulled out did he grab the key. He unlocked the cuffs gently, rubbing the marks on my balls with soothing care, kissing along my neck and spine. He helped me stand on shaky legs, pulled me into his arms, and held me close, stroking my hair, murmuring how much he loved his obedient, displayed boy. That same deep tenderness that’s carried us through 8 years, making every intense bit of control feel safe and cherished.
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Declan came home and saw my chores weren’t done.
That was all it took.
No yelling. No discussion. Just calm, firm control.
I was corrected, and when I came back in, he detained me.
Hooded. Shackled. Lifted and locked helpless inside the cage while he went about his night like nothing was wrong. Total power. Total calm. Total ownership.
What happened next and how the night ended shows the real total power exchange.
Our lives are often completely normal at times, just a real boyfriend relationship.
But that can change quickly, and I’m reminded exactly where I belong.
We film as much as we can, but this isn’t pretend or role-play.
This is real life for us.
What you’re seeing is genuinely how we live.
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I get a little dismayed when I look at findom. Faggots throw tens of thousands of dollars a month at each of these young straight Alphas in the desperate hope of feeling owned by them. Unfortunately, these Alphas have no interest in owning faggots, and worse, wouldn’t have the first clue on how to do that.
These findom Alphas are almost entirely hot social media Alphas, the kind you see flexing for the cameras at your local Planet Fitness gym. They’re opportunists, sliding into the DMs of faggots like storm-chasing roofers looking for a quick payday.
I find it sad that, for most of these cash faggots, they’ll never know the peace and sense of purpose that comes from being owned by true Alpha Masters. Oh, the things they could learn if they were!
For instance, there’s Master @theOMGboss. I’ve known him for a long time (ever since my earliest days on Tumblr), and he owns personal, in-home fags as well as a huge stable of cash fags.
But he’s different than the rest:
This is the attitude of a true Alpha Master who understands how to cultivate submissive faggots and turn them into valuable possessions that he knows completely.
Another great example of a true Alpha Master and Owner of faggots is @the247Master. He actually owns and develops what are essentially faggot beasts of burden.
This Masters perspective is clear:
These are incredible Alphas who have accepted hierarchy completely and have bravely forged lives so they can experience everything that is possible.
And by embracing their natural role as Master, they have also taken the responsibility of caring for and training their faggots. They give their faggots the chance they’d otherwise never have, to fully experience what being a faggot means.
There’s no way a faggot can receive that kind of true fulfillment from some arrogant 20-year-old InstaDom/ cashmaster.
To the Alphas reading this: take seriously the commission nature gave you. You were meant to lead, teach, train, and discipline. You were born to OWN inferiors and shape them into useful possessions. Take that seriously.
To the faggots reading this: your commission as a faggot is deeper and more important than sending a couple of $20 bills to a kid on Twitter with nice feet. It means something to be truly owned and trained by an Alpha Master. Don’t give away something as precious as your loyal submission to Men who have no clue or desire to own and train you!
Hierarchy is important to me. It’s important to society. We have roles we’ve been given in that greater scheme, but far too often those gifts are wasted.
And when those gifts are wasted, human potential is wasted.
So embrace your purpose, embrace the truth, and set your mind on greater possibilities!
There’s something different about living as property.
Not everyone will get it, most people wake up every day making choices. What to wear, what to eat, when to jerk off. Freedom feels like air to them.
But when you belong to someone, your air changes. You breathe what they allow. You move how they decide. You learn that obedience isn’t weakness, it’s purpose.
For most couples, “love” means equality. For us, it means surrender and control. It means one man gives up everything, and the other takes responsibility for that gift. It means knowing your collar doesn’t just decorate you, it defines you.
You stop comparing yourself to “normal” people, because normal doesn’t feel real anymore. You start measuring your days not by time, but by service. By how well you obeyed. By how proud your owner looked when you said, “Yes, sir.”
It’s not about pain. It’s about peace, the kind that comes when you no longer have to think about who you are. You just are what he wants you to be.
Zack
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a young faggot named Asher by his actual uncle. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the bigger surprises I’ve received from running a site like this and deeply covering so many stories is the number of faggots being enslaved into service to family members. I guess I always thought of that as taboo, but I’ve come to know that hierarchy runs deeper than I ever expected.
Asher is a young faggot who has been asking me questions in my “Questions From Readers” inbox about submitting and serving his uncle. I almost elevated Asher’s story to a proper blog thread with his last question about his uncle really claiming him as his faggot. Now I’m doing it because his uncle has really ramped things up.
But before I get to Asher’s update, I want to point out that, in my advice to his last question, I mentioned that chastity was the answer to his situation. With that in mind, listen to this:
I got in chastity but in a different way. You see, once my uncle accepted me as his faggot, he told me that I have to earn action with my dick. Right now, I am only allowed to give him handjob. He has also said me to always stay naked in the house and do chores. But my habit to touch my dick was still a problem. One day, after giving him handjob and cleaning him up with tissue (he has also said that I have to earn his cum), I went in other room and started tot touch my dick. I just wanted to feel my hand that just touched and jerked my God’s dick. But he just barged in and caught me touching my dick and got angry. He grabbed my hand , took me to the bedroom and then tied both my hands at one leg of the bed. “Do not try to untie while I am out.” he said. I nodded and he left. I had never seen him this angry. He has always loved me and cared for me, even after accepting me being a fag. After about 2 hours he came back. He had brought some items in a bag. He untied me and then sat on the bed and made me sit on my knees between his legs.
“Look, I had already told you that you should not touch your nub. That is not how a fag get pleasure. You can only get pleasure if your master fucks you. Your pleasure is dependent on me. And you have disappointed me. So I am gonna you in chastity. I gave you a chance and you failed.”
“I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but ..”
“No if n buts, you have to wear chastity. Now thank me for making you wear chastity.”
“Thank you uncle for making me wear chastity. “
It was a nice pink chastity, small in size as my dick is already not that big, and he also bought a dog collar.
“You should wear this all the time in the house, no matter what. It will show you your position.”
I honestly felt more faggy when he put on the collar on me. I guess this is how may faggot journey is turning out to be.
It’s pretty amazing to me that Asher’s uncle (a straight Alpha) understands faggot ownership so well. It seems to come to him naturally.
Also, how do straight Men understand chastity and its ability to mold faggots? It’s crazy to me. I guess it’s just a matter of understanding how taking away a faggot’s penis reduces them and forces them to focus.
I really think Asher will benefit from chastity … but that means his uncle will be using him sexually very soon. I hope Asher is ready for that!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Since my initial introduction to Master Anthony, I’ve been blessed to continue the conversation and learn much more about both his life and his mindset. He’s proving to be an extraordinary Alpha, blunt and honest like the legendary Master Chad (but less profane!).
In my first follow-up email, I asked Master Anthony if he thought he would keep Fabien or other faggots if he settles down with a female in the future.
I’m not necessarily in the state of mind to plan for the very long term just yet. (Maybe that comes with age?) But I don’t see any reason to dismiss Fabien in the mid or long term! I’m looking forward to having more slaves in the future, I’ve already got quite a few bootlickers and cocksuckers, and I’m sure I’ll always have girls around to adore and satisfy me and guys to serve and worship me (and the other way around!) I definitely want servants around me in the futur, and to keep dating and fucking pretty girls! I was born to have servants, and I was born to fuck.
But I can tell you this: no female is ever going to tell me what to do with my inferiors. When a girl is lucky enough to be chosen by ME to fuck her, she just has to enjoy and to bend to my will. You know, I can be a very kind and affectionate lover, but I expect from my girls to respect my virility and my power. If I can replace you however and whenever I want, shut up or fuck off.
As I told you, I’ve been noticing people’s submissive attitude towards me for a while. But Fabien opened my eyes to the extent of the power I could have over them. As a result, I’ve had guys from university or the gym suck my cock, in a closet or in the showers, in addition to those who lick the soles of my boots or rub my feet in public. I’m not stopping there! I can tell you that this Clément boy, the slave I gifted to my bro Henri, is going to take my dick in his ass. I think it won’t be long before I’m organizing an orgy at home with my best bros. Each of them will have to bring at least one slave to fuck.
I’m really glad I met my little Fabien and moved in with him. What I loved most about your blog was reading all about Fabien’s slavish and passionate love for me. His complete servile loyalty touches me a little, I don’t mind saying it. Right now, as I am writing, he is lying on the floor, my feet on his face, licking them devotedly. My cock is now rock-hard, he’ll have to take care of that!
In reply to that, I mentioned his Alpha hunter instinct and how it applies to females and faggots, but I really wanted to know more about what seemed to be an admission that he now had other faggots sucking him off. To that, he replied:
I absolutely LOVE the hunter analogy. That’s exactly what it is: I’m a predator who stalks prey to subjugate them.
Fabien has indeed been my first male cocksucker. It was after I fucked his throat that I started doing it with my college or gym flunkies. Two other of my closest mates have put their dicks in a submissive guy, the first time under my leadership. I know one of them already has a regular lackey at his own gym sessions. An orgy would be the perfect way to introduce them to ass-fucking! By the end of the year, there won’t be a single pretty girl or beta male left on the campus who hasn’t swallowed a mouthful of sperm from one of us.
Those are the words of a God Alpha rapidly expanding his Kingdom!
Then I asked Master Anthony if he had any difficulty convincing his Alpha Pack brothers to start using faggots. I knew that Master Henri took to using his faggot Clement fairly quickly, but I had little information about the others.
Oh I do notice how much all the inferiors I dominate are very glad to endure my power! I can see Fabien’s obsession with pleasing me, and I can see how desperately happy you are to talk to me! 😀 And I’m perfectly OK with making many people addicted to me and begging to worship and serve me. After all, a king must have subjects!
It was not that hard to lead my straight bros to the sexual use of male slaves. They have always loved to order submissive guys around with me. And they absolutely enjoyed all the evenings at my place with Fabien to serve and entertain us. When I started using Fabien sexually, I first talked to Henri who was immediately interested, so I wanted to initiate him with Fabien. As for the others, they were sometimes taken aback or even reluctant at first, but given Henri’s and my enthusiasm, they soon followed our example when we were having fun with inferiors.
Henri can see how much Fabien’s submission pleases me, so he was delighted to have his own slave. Clément is a shy little student who liked to stick by me in college, complimenting me and doing me favors, and trying to make a place for himself in my group. And in the end, he found his rightful place: at our feet! I was happy to give him to Henri as his personal slave. I think Henri has a lot of fun with him, and they’ve often been in each other’s studios. Of course, Clément is younger and less clever than Fabien. But it’s only natural that the leader of the pack should have the best slave!
Hierarchy is incredible, isn’t it? See how these roles just happen naturally and predictably? Like little Clement, desperate to be a part of Master Anthony’s life, but eventually finding his place as a servant to powerful young Alphas … we all have a proper place!
I’m just grateful that Master Anthony has embraced his power at the top of the Hierarchy. His bracing honesty and insight – combined with his natural physical perfection – make him an exciting new King to watch and serve!
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 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!
When I returned from my tragic imprisonment, I had a choice – restore my work with Hierarchy, or just give it up and move on to other projects. I (obviously) chose to return to this work. I’m so glad I did because during this return I have befriended a French faggot named Fabien and have been blessed to help him learn to properly submit and serve a young and extremely powerful straight Alpha named Anthony.
Their story has become one of inspiration, hope, and ultimate Hierarchical truth.
Two days ago Fabien sent me a message that indicated something big was on the horizon:
My young Master is away for the weekend, but he’s just written to say he’s got a present for me when he gets back. I am trembling with anticipation and excitement, wondering what it could be!
I think I’m going to show him the Hierarchy University site and the thread bout him when he comes back. I am more and more convinced he would love that. And anyway, I owe it to him to show what’s being said about him, and I owe it to you to show him your work in praising his glory!
I wrote back to Fabien that I felt like Master Anthony had purchased either a chastity cage or a collar. I think I would’ve been more shocked if Master Anthony had purchased a chastity cage; most straight Alphas don’t focus on a faggot’s useless penis, so they often don’t think about chastity cages. My straight Owners never did, either.
But a collar seemed more possible. In fact, Master Anthony had already referred to Fabien as a “good puppy” or “good dog”, so a collar would be a logical next step.
Well, today I received this incredible news from Fabien:
Sam,
I am overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude.
Anthony came backd from his stay. He just passed by the flat before going to spend the night at one girlfriend’s home. Before leaving, he treated me with a gift, as he said he would. He gave it to me in a little box, smirking cockily and saying “Enjoy, boy! See you tomorrow”, and he left.
It is a silver necklace. And not just any silver necklace. With a pendant.
Let me give you a glimpse at how it looks like.
I feel more than ever like Anthony’s dog. I am a dog wearing a dog collar with the name of my owner on it.
I will treasure this gift. I will wear it at all times and keep my Master’s name close to my chest. And I will kiss it with respect and fervor whenever I need it.
I sent him a SMS full of warm thanks and pledges of allegiance. He replied: “Good boy. I’ll be home tomorrow mid-day, have lunch ready.”
Sam, I can’t stop crying! As I’m writing it, my eyes are full of tears of joy! He knew how much it would blow my mind! I feel so privileged to be a part of Anthony’s life! Even a very small, very inferior part!
Thank you, Sam! Thank you so very much for encouraging me to submit to Anthony when I needed it!
I love you so much!
Fabien, the proudly owned faggot
BREATHTAKING!!
Master Anthony continues to surprise with his power, confidence, and depth! Anyone who suggests a straight Alpha cannot own, use, train, and care for a faggot needs to look at Master Anthony’s tremendous example! He is ever faggot’s dream Alpha!
And it must be said – Master Anthony is becoming more and more powerful every day, blossoming into a straight God Alpha of awe-inspiring proportions. However, his transformation has much to do with the fact that he chose to take ownership of a devoted, loyal, and absolutely submissive faggot like Fabien. Faggots who truly submit and surrender themselves to an Alpha change that Alpha for the better. That’s what we see in Master Anthony today.
As for the collar, I think it’s beautiful in appearance, but even more beautiful in meaning. Master Anthony probably doesn’t understand how or why a necklace/collar is so meaningful to a faggot, but I can tell you it is. For a faggot, wearing the collar of its Master means it is OWNED and TREASURED as VALUABLE. I’ve often called a collar a “wedding ring for a faggot”. It’s an undeniable symbol of lifetime ownership.
That Master Anthony took such a step with Fabien demonstrates how deeply he appreciates the constant worship and service of his precious faggot. Even though he is vastly superior to Fabien, he still looks down at his favorite possession with kindness, tenderness, and even love.
Much like God Himself!
I’m so proud of my brother Fabien and his Owner, Master Anthony! Thank you for allowing me the privilege of sharing this joyful event!
This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Earlier today I posted this truly remarkable video of a faggot being collared by its Master before being scent trained and it blew up all over my social media. I heard from faggots who have been collared, Masters who have collared their faggots, and lots of faggots who desperately want to wear the collar of an Alpha. It was almost an emotional reaction from many, a need. It took me a bit by surprise, honestly.
I don’t know why it did, though, because I also felt a twinge of yearning while watching the video. The collaring of a faggot seems to have an even deeper emotional response than the caging of a faggot. I think maybe it’s because of the connection to dogs, an animal usually beloved by Men. That, combined with the ownership aspect, creates a deeply personal symbolic meaning to the collar around their neck.
One person who was especially triggered by the post was my dear brother Jamie, the fag-wife of God Alpha Master Dino. The post resurrected the experience of his own collaring years ago at the hands of his great, all-powerful Alpha Master.
i was reading posts this morning and i saw the collar post and it brought back so many good memories I went to Daddy who was sitting at His desk in His boxers wearing (for some reason i never asked about) only one sock. i knelt and kissed His bare foot and tears of love and gratitude burst forth. I dried it up quickly and apologized. He smiled, knowing how my emotions have been close to the surface lately. Then He asked what the problem was. i told Him that i was working on controlling my emotions (as He told me to do earlier) but i had a memory of Him putting the collar on me and it just made me so happy. He flashed His scorching smile and teasingly rolled His eyes in that “Oh, you faggots” way and then using my hair He pulled my face into His crotch and just allowed me to BREATHE Him in while He continued working.
After some time passed (no idea how much time, i was VERY happily occupied lost in His scent) He woke me from my beautiful daydreams told me what He wanted for dinner then said, ” I remember you really wanted to be collared and I acted as if I could give a fuck. All the while Alpha pride swelled it My chest and in My dick. I’d made you wait, teasing you by never mentioning it but by dropping other words in our talks that were designed to make you THINK about getting collared and make you squirm with need for Me. Ha! I am truly a bastard, ain’t I bitch?” And His laughter filled the room. He pulled His dick out and I zoomed back to Nirvana, my head lying between His legs and his sweaty sack covering my eyes and His soft dick going down my nose where the head just lay on my partially open lips. HEAVEN ON EARTH! LOL
Daddy started again with His recollections of that night. “I tried hard not to allow My hole see that God was almost as excited as it was.” He said, still smiling at the picture of 2 barely legal boys, one earnestly striving to be a TRUE Alpha and not ‘announce’ His emotions and to stay calm and methodical and the other in a constant state of nervous awe of this ManGod who was REALLY claiming it for His own property. He said, “I think that night was a cornerstone in the fondation of the world I’ve built for us. That was the 1st real physical connection, proof that your faggot ass belonged to Me, that you had purpose and an owner who thought you were worth His attention and affection.”
He was right, as always. He had told me to hurry and finish clearing the dinner things and slapped my tender ass. (He had taken me only a few months before so my body was still adapting to His loving orders, His wonderfully rough way of being tender and His blindingly HARD ruts so i was in fag heaven). I followed Him to His bedroom and knelt again before Him. He told me to look at Him. I did slowly as I couldn’t be sure of His reaction. As was stated i’d only been His for a few months. i was sure of nothing except this was absolutely the most mercurial and magnificent Male ever and when i looked at Him He might pat my head or slap my face for daring to look. (It was still a time for Him to test my abilities and worthiness so shit could be quite interesting until He deemed my efforts noteworthy. Hehe) He smiled and took my chin and told me He was about to make ‘an honest faggot’ of me and laughed and told me to close my eyes. He then told to open them and I discovered a box on His lap. i asked permission with my eyes and He told me to open it. Inside was the strip of black leather with a few silver studs but to this faggot it was SO much more. As i reached for it my shaking hands betrayed my cool exterior-in the beginning Daddy did not allow me to express loving emotions. Being a straight Alpha it was some time before He became comfortable with my showing my love and devotion–except when He was fucking, raping, or anything else He might do that ended with His cum pumping into His faggot. He brushed my hair away from my face and took the collar. He told me to ‘hold that goddamn mop’ out of His way and
He collared me as I looked directly into His eyes, something i’ve done ONLY when He entered me for the first time, when we did something i’ll never tell for the first time together, and upon His command. When He closed that collar and fastened it i experienced almost all the emotion and pleasure as when He cunted me for the first time. i had SUCH a sensation of deep contentment, gratitude, i felt safe. i now BELONGED to Him–my Master, my God. Such a feeling of serenity swept over me, bringing tears. My adoration of Him mushroomed into an overwhelming feeling of worship, lust, and hunger for anything that came from His magnificent mind and body. The reason i was put here by creator God was to serve, to sate, and to service this perfect specimen of Manhood and Masculine power. i’ll never forget that moment, the moment i KNEW He was my purpose, my life’s work was for His glorification, His satisfaction. His pleasure was my reward in life. This God among Men was my destiny.
And then, using the collar to emphasize its meaning, He used my holes until dawn. Then, without releasing His last load, He bent His leg as a kind of pillow for me and pulled me down. He looked at me and seemed to just enjoy seeing me there. I think it was a ‘i think i love this hole’ moment for Daddy. He then put His hard dick in my mouth, about the first couple of inches, looked at me with such, well, love and stroked my cheek. Then with a tenderness that almost made me faint He said, ” Eat my load fucking faggot” and filed my mouth with His precious cum. It was too much for this cumhole and i was out. When i woke hours later it was by my smiling God who allowed me to sleep 4 hours with His rod in my mouth. He told me to get in the shower and kneel where He baptised me and the collar with His piss.
Since then, I’ve asked if anything bought for me like the collar or my new unequals bracelet be sanctified by his piss. i believe He enjoys that but He’ll make me wait a bit, just to show who has control. And I freaking love that, and Him. So that’s it. I guess I just wanted to share a very special memory.
I’ve said this before on the blog, but it really bears repeating after that gorgeous and worshipful message from Jamie: Alphas might pretend like they don’t care, but they have much deeper and more powerful emotions than we ever know until they act on them. They spend most of their lives hidden behind impenetrable walls of masculine bravado. To Men, a faggot is a thing you use or beat up, not love.
Jamie found himself in the clutches of one of the most violent and powerful Alpha Masters the world has ever known, and Jamie could be excused for thinking that Master Dino could never love or cherish him. And then, out of nowhere, Master Dino tenderly locks a collar around Jamie’s neck and makes a life commitment to the faggot. It’s no wonder the shock of the moment overwhelmed poor Jamie!
But this touching memory Jamie shared with me speaks to the tenderness, the commitment, and the sense of peace that collaring a faggot can have. It’s meaningful not only to the faggot, but, as Master Dino mentioned in the story, it’s also meaningful for the Alpha.
This might be one of my most favorite memories I’ve ever posted here. I thank Master Dino and Jamie for sharing it with me!
