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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve carried some crazy true stories on this site over the years, but the story of a beta-sub named Pete being groomed by his family of Alphas (including his Alpha sons!) into becoming a faggot is one of the most mind-boggling.

In previous posts, we learned about how Pete was raised by an Alpha father and grandfather to celebrate masculinity and hierarchy. Boys never wore clothes, because the male body was embraced as perfect and praiseworthy.

Pete has three teen sons who are largely being raised by his Dad and grandfather as Alphas, and these three sons accept that their father Pete is a faggot to be owned. By them.

In this latest update, we start to see the larger Alpha pack that Pete’s father and grandfather have built, and how his sons are becoming part of it.

READ ON:

It’s been awhile. Had a great August and September. Eventful.

Boys are good. Football season and the older boys have girlfriends.

All the boys had football through August, though they had a week off. The two older boys had the same week and spent in alone at the lake house with friends and girl friends came over for a couple of days.

The youngest had a different week off. My dad took him and some friends to the lake house. Like the older boys they had chores to do. Dad dropped in on them a couple of times. He was proud of how calm and in control Danny was. The leader, but not bossy or bullying. Gracious. They spent a lot of time naked, swimming, hiking, mowing. They jacked off together but nothing more.

My brother and I went for a long road trip. Great seeing the country. Fucking. Occasionally we’d meet up with guys my brother knows. Fun. 

My brother told me that my dad’s poker buddies didn’t meet a couple times a month to play cards but to fuck young women and young men that they had met online and set up play dates. I’ve known these guys all of my life. My brother said that he and a couple of the other guys’ sons had been invited to join in. My brother asked me if I ever wanted to join in. I did want to. This whole faggotry thing, helped and guided by your website has changed my sexual focus. My brother told me to ask Dad if I could join it. He was a little surprised, asked me if I was sure, and did I know that I’d be participating as a cunt. Yep.

So… I joined dad and the guys out for beers (dad had told me to clean out). Dad told them that he’d been training a faggot and he was now ready. He described how he trained a willing straight man into accepting his place under real men.  He went into a lot of details that didn’t happen with me. We went upstairs from the pub to the hotel room. Dad told the guys to make themselves comfortable and the stripped to their shorts. And dad told me to take off my clothes. All of them. He slipped a leather dog collar around my neck (my first time) and he began to flick my little dick and with lube finger my cunt going from my ass to my mouth and back. It was a fun evening. Afterwards the guys were all nice and complimentary to my dad with his training.

I’ve joined them two more times. Each time with one or two other guys, mostly their sons who are my age and have known forever.

In August, my youngest son’s football coach (he’d coached the other two boys when they were younger) asked me to come to the locker room after practice, he wanted to talk to me and Danny.  I always pick my son after practice, after the team meeting and after the boys shower, this time I went in. Good team huddle with the coaches going over the day’s practice and the next day’s. I stood around chatting with the coaches while the boys showered and left.

My son and I sat across the coach’s desk from him.  He told what a valuable player my son is and important to the team. His leadership was crucial. Rarely had a player so gifted and so gifted at leading and leading the boys towards being men. He praised me, my two older sons and my dad for how Danny was developing. He said that it would be great if avoided girls and all of their entanglement.  I agreed.

“Good. But he’s a boy and boys his age are horny,” Coach said. I smiled and looked at Danny who didn’t take his eyes off the coach. “Boys need outlets.” Long silence. “Danny and your dad say that you’ve been helping out.” Thanks, I said. 

“Stand up. Let me see?” See what? I was in Levis and a baggy T. He had me turn a couple of times. “Take off your shirt. Good, you’re in good shape. Take off the rest of your clothes.”
I did. I’ve been smooth for over a year, from the neck down.

“Nice. Is he a good fuck?” The coach asked Danny. Danny said I was. “Good.” 

The coach thoroughly inspected me while Danny he watched. Coach made comments, gave my son suggestions in training his faggot.

Coach asked Danny if he would share his faggot with him. Danny said, of course. He was clearly puffed by coach’s praise and attention.

Coach said that he would always ask permission first. I wasn’t consulted.

Coach told me to jack off onto his desk and then told me to eat it up. Then he had me do it again, and slurp it up again. Then again and a final time where I didn’t produce much.  “See how cute it’s little clit is now? Little and soft. Very nice. Cute,” and he fondled my dick and balls.

Since then the coach has fucked and played with me several times.

My dad joined in a couple of times. Apparently coach was one of his fuckboys that he shared with his friends when coach was in college and after. Now, when coach joins them he’s a dominant top.

Coach also is into getting rimmed, and a little into shit. Scat. I’m used to my own having had to clean off cocks that fucked me when I hadn’t had a chance to clean out first. It never bothered me. Coach would have me deep clean his crack and man-hole and sometimes there would some last remains and a couple of times he pushed out a last little nugget for me to eat. He likes making out with me with the taste of his hole on my lips and tongue.

Also, I been trying some everyday faggotry. 
I’ve complimented guy’s bulges and VPLs. They clearly are flaunting. I told a college age kid a couple of days ago at Kroger’s that he had a great penis.

“You like that?” He smiled.
“I do.”
“Good boy,” and he tapped my little dick through my mesh shorts.

At the gym sauna an older guy was complaining how sore and stiff he was. He was clearly somewhat dominant or at least very confident in how he behaved. I offered to give him a backrub right there. A hot sweaty back rub. Both of us naked. Other guys came in and talked with us while I rubbed him.

Finally he left and said that sometime we should do it again, and more. I gave him my phone number.

At home, the boys, my brother and dad exercise dominance when they’re in the mood.

I had no idea how much I would grow to love having a cock in me. I love the taste, but especially love getting fucked.

So… There’s an update,

Pete

IN-FUCKING-SANE!

I have no idea where Pete lives, but it seems like a city full of Alphas!

One thing about Pete’s situation that’s unique is the fact that he was raised by two God Alphas (his grandfather and his father), and those two have built a healthy Alpha pack that all fully embrace Alpha power and purpose. This web of Alpha influence has come to involve the football coach at school, and now Pete’s three sons.

And Pete is the faggot in the middle of that web that they’re training to embrace his purpose!

The Alpha getaways involving faggots aren’t terribly surprising. Straight Alphas do this often (much more than people realize), because those are the few times in our modern world when Alphas can be Men together, flex their power, and do what comes naturally without judgement.

But I was floored by the interaction with Danny’s football coach. First of all, it’s clear that Danny deeply respects his coach, and the coach recognizes Danny’s burgeoning power. There’s a mutual respect between them as Alphas that transcends age.

But then the coach asked Danny permission if he could use his faggot father … WHAT?!? I did not see that coming at all! The fact that Danny (who is like 13/14 years old) commands this level of respect is remarkable! Not only that, but also that the coach and Danny were talking about Pete’s fuckability like Pete was a farm animal up for auction is especially crazy!

Pete’s concluding experience about complimenting the young Alpha on his dick print shows just how much Pete has embraced his faghood. The lessons taught to him by his Alpha family are paying off!

I’m really proud of my brother Pete. A lot is being thrown at him by the powerful Alphas surrounding him, but he’s taking it in stride. I honestly think this volume of use and training would overwhelm most subs.

However, Pete’s training is occurring within a household that fully embraces hierarchical purpose as natural and something to be celebrated. That’s the difference. The many Alphas in Pete’s life view him as naturally inferior, but not disgusting. They recognize that he has a purpose too, albeit one very different from theirs.

And that’s okay.

To that last point, Pete added this final note:

Also, Sam,

I’ve been noticing hierarchy. I’ve noticed dominant sons with their dominant sons and their submissive sons.
I noticed boys becoming dominant and their fathers giving way to them.
I have noticed fathers and sons being equally dominant.

My guess is that none of them have sex together, and that most will never fuck other males.

With my family, it just seems natural. I slid into it easily.

 Pete

Exactly right!

Thank you, Pete, for this amazing and illuminating update!

Love,

sam the faggot

Alphas who own live-in fags come home to this kind of respect and worship every day.

Females don’t do this. Only fags.

I think it’s a shame that some Alphas deny themselves this level of power and Kingship. It’s the way things are meant to be!

I’ve often remarked that faggots are like faithful dogs for Alphas. This clip takes it to its logical conclusion, as this Master walks his fag on a leash and has it lift its leg to pee.

Of course, if the fag can mark its territory, the Master pisses on it to mark HIS!

Collaring faggots isn’t something that comes up often here on the site. I remember covering straight Masters Nick and Matt when they collared their faggots back in the days of FWA. More recently, Master Anthony collared his special faggot Fabien with a pendant that read “Anthony” to clearly mark Fabien as his property. It’s simply not something that is done as often as you’d think.

Whenever a Master asks me about presenting a faggot with either a chastity cage or a collar, I always advise them to turn it into a ceremony. Make it a special, solemn moment between a Man and his faggot. These are, after all, the “wedding rings” of hierarchy. Masters Nick and Matt loved to make caging and collaring their faggots into a day-long event that led up to the moment when they were locked in place. I loved that so much, and so did their faggots!

The subject of collaring came up on the Hierarchy University Discord (JOIN NOW) recently, and one of the older Alphas on the server, a wise, no-nonsense Alpha named Master V, chimed in with some terrific information that I wanted to share.

To set it up, a faggot named @joshfaglondon asked: “Just wondering if anyone has had, or been to, a formalized collaring ceremony? As a worshipful faggot who dreams about being a full-time boy wife, I fantasize a lot about professing my love and loyalty, making lasting promises, and handing over my rights to Sir in front of a supportive congregation. Do these events really happen? Do any Alphas share this fantasy, or is it just wannabe fagbrides like me?”

Here’s what Master V said in response:

Yes, they happen. They are a semi-formal affair, considering the topic. It’s not really a wedding ceremony thing where you declare vows and some Entity standing between you now declares you connected. It’s more intimate, or inter-personal, where the dominant and the submissive acknowledge the collar and commitment between themselves in front of a couple witnesses.

There can also be the confusing situation where this same process is split in to two or three parts/stages and goes deeper into the formalities and protocols. (Think of “the old days” when you started with the courtship, then ask dad for permission followed by the engagement, and finally the wedding.)

To make it even more confusing the order they happen can be reversed.

Basically you have the ‘collaring’ ceremony, and a ‘signing’ ceremony. (Usually in that order. And if 3 staged, the middle one a mix of the two.)

The collar represents the bonding ring .. In the first, more common usage, it is the wedding ring. Once it’s on , you’re part and parcel with the owner’s household.

In the split format, you get the probationary collar. (Or household collar or temp…or whatever collar. [It comes with an adjective.]) Think of that like an engagement ring. And to make matters even more confusing, this might be the promissory ring if you live in separate towns for example. Until one moves to the other’s town, then it might work up to be an engagement.

Then there’s the signing ceremony — this is that indenture contract, the BDSM or Slave contract you hear about. This ceremony is the one with the more formal pomp and circumstance, for good reason. That document is the prenup, the wedding vows, the license and certificate all rolled into one. Treat it with that respect and be serious with the terms.

And for the collars themselves… Each ceremony may come with a new collar… or maybe the first is the one you’ll always wear….. with adjustments.

Ever noticed how some are small thin things with one ring, while others are heavy things with rings all around and usually come with some specialized locking mechanism? There’s your different levels of the collaring ceremony on full display.

** for some of you, you’re not going to be able to see your elders in the same light here…

That small thin, no rings collar used to be called a choker. A tight leather ribbon necklace. Back before the 70s that was free and unowned, but looking to settle down. In the late 60s it became a fashion statement, much like how the leather jacket went from something you earned to something you bought at Walmart.

Then you have the more sturdy, buckled collar – usually with a single D-ring on the front. There’s that promissory collar. Sometimes you’ll even here of a Notice of Intent being put out by the dominant, which is basically a formal notice to other dominants you’re looking at – or courting – this submissive, so hands off. (Just remember, it also lets those others know to report issues they may see or know of to him as well.)

This is followed by the more heavy leather collar versions, with an odd number of rings. Still buckled, but maybe able to take a paddle lock to show more permanence, to represent that engagement. If the dominant puts out a Letter of Intent here, it may come with terms for the submissive like a “starter” contract which would require the submissive to agree and sign. At this point, whether living in the dominant’s home or not, you are to be his and his alone.

And finally comes the signing ceremony. That pseudo-formal contract protocol. The wedding, where your collar stops being symbolic. The buckles might be removed and it riveted on. Or maybe the leather band is replaced for a solid metal one. Or the chain collar went from a small key lock, to a medium combo lock, to now welded closed.

I must admit there was a lot here I’d never heard expressed in such linear terms before, but much of it makes sense. These sequential steps Master V outlines here really highlights the layers of depth that exists in the Master/faggot dynamic!

I do wonder why Alphas have gotten away from collaring their faggots. Part of me thinks it has to do with the new freedom gays enjoy in the Western world, where many feel collaring faggots “dehumanizes” them.

But every faggot I’ve ever known who has been collared was deeply moved by the experience and cherish their collar. So the act and ceremony of collaring isn’t dehumanizing, but rather empowering. Wearing it honors both the faggot and its Owner. It’s something deserving of ceremony and celebration!

I thank Master V for describing these traditional collaring ceremonies, acts that deepen the commitment between Masters and their faggots and emphasize the purpose of each!

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

Sam I’m a newer fag still but think it’s fag slave property and an object. Feel like it identifies with no rights no freedom no life not let outside of house property. I’m still struggling to want to accept this level of myself. I want no other life that to be a slave 24/7 completely surrendered no speech unless spoken tpe

any advice for it and why it strongly resonates with being an object ?

it wants all its existence controlled decides by its Master owner and to be enslaved once collared owned.

Feel like it’s not the typical slave mindset it has compared to others. Any advice ? Can you even speak about this type of slave. .   I don’t know how to navigate this level of intensity. I’m also thinking need to learn how to gage around the dynamics of even wanting to go this far. Not sure why have intense feeling to be drawn to this level

Thank you for the question!

Becoming a true object is something I don’t consider to be a realistic goal. There’s simply no way to be a table or a coat rack for the rest of your life, right?

So I think we should just focus on a more realistic goal, like becoming a slave for an Alpha. Over the years I’ve met a few fags that have been transformed into very real slaves. They seemed to all have the same stoic surrender in their personalities. One I covered extensively on the previous version of this site was a slave named Tim. He served a strict straight Master. He was always locked in chains and left alone naked with jugs of piss to drink. It seemed heartless to me, especially since Tim was a good faggot. But Tim always dismissed my concerns, and eventually stopped writing.

I currently feature the story of Master Declan and his faggot slave Zack. While Zack is loved more than most slaves, there is no doubt that Zack’s journey is that of a slave. You can read their story in the right sidebar.

I have only theories as to why some fags want to be devolved into slave objects. My prevailing theory involves the same mechanisms that attracts some sub males to the ABDL/infantilization fetish. The sub male in those cases want to be “protected” through complete helplessness and dependency.

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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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I know quite a few faggots were impacted by this publication over the years, and I still get questions about it today. I don’t entirely endorse it because of its extreme nature, but I think it’s still viable and important for those faggots who wish to push themselves.

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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!

Master Pitter (@flav66612 on X) understands that his faggots need time to worship and meditate on their purpose and his ownership while scent training.

It’s such an easy way to maintain subspace in your stable faggots!

HierarchyIsLaw

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!