The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I was a little surprised to look back into the archives and find that it’s only been a little bit more than a month ago since Ben last updated me. It felt like it had been months. I guess my life has been a little too hectic!

Ben’s situation is extraordinarily frustrating because he keeps ping-ponging between two straight Masters, Master Grayson and Master Ethan. In the past, I harshly labelled Master Grayson as a Destroyer Alpha based on his rather cruel treatment of Ben as well as the Orwellian insistence on surveilling Ben’s every waking moment. On the other hand, Master Ethan seemed to be more of a Protector type, warmer and more comforting. I very much preferred that Ben stick to serving Master Ethan and leaving Master Grayson in the past.

Well, as usual with Ben, things have taken another sharp left turn:

I wanted to write again for an update so you know what’s happening and if you have any advice for me. For better or worse, I am unable to serve Ethan anymore as he has recently found a partner who he devotes his time to. I want to say I was okay with it and I listened to your advice  and stopped trying but when I found out, I made a slightly rash decision and confronted him in person why he was dating someone and in a way confessed I had feelings for him. He told me to get on my knees and crawl to him to suck him off, which I did and I thought something would happen but he simply said “you’re such an obedient boy but you’re just a hole” and “you’re just so desperate to serve me as a slave but not as a boyfriend”. After that I haven’t seen him besides the ocassional run-in but he won’t text to meet up anymore.

Since then it’s stupid but I have spiraled a bit since I didn’t really have anyone to lean on besides Grayson. He has been helpful in keeping me motivated to work out and keep going to fulfill my work and also tasks as an apartment slave. However, he has also been more brutal with me lately not sure if he’s taking advantage of me by making me cook more for him and his gf, give him more money to sustain his lifestyle, and lately even loaning me out to his friends to use as a cumdump. It feels so humiliating because with the spiral I’ve thought all I can do now is serve Grayson and that’s all my mind has been on but since he’s mostly satisfied now with a gf it feels even worse that when I give head or am a hole now it’s just for his friends not even him.

The last thing that has really cemented things has been last week Grayson allowed me to take off my chastity for the first time in over 2.5 months and told me to invite someone over to let me top for the first time in a while. I was excited to finally take off the chastity and do something but when the time came, I couldn’t perform at all and couldn’t get it up and because of the chastity the guy I was supposed to hook up with said I was too small. To make things worse Grayson was in the apartment for this as he said he wanted to show me how pathetic I had become and he ended up locking me in a smaller cage and facefucking the guy I was supposed to top in front of me. I’m ashamed to admit that watching that made me harder but I couldn’t really do anything restrained by the cage. He ended up telling me that he is now locking me in chastity forever and to always remember this day as the reason why I don’t deserve to be free.

These events have me really spiraling as I accepted I was a slave of sorts, but this has really cemented how lowly I am. I wasn’t enough to be a bf, not enough to be my master’s hole, and also not good enough to be a top anymore. I am trying to accept all this but it’s hard and I’ve been trying to win back Grayson after all this as being unable to be used by him has made me realize a lot how much I want it. It has been a lot, but I promise I am alright, it’s just good to write this out as this space has been helpful in navigating everything.

I didn’t see that coming!

First of all, what a shame that Master Ethan did that to Ben. So much for the “Protector Alpha” label! In fact, he dismissed Ben in the ugliest way possible, something Ben didn’t deserve given how faithfully he served Master Ethan.

That dismissal brought Ben back into the clutches of Master Grayson.

I can easily see why Ben ended up here. He’s a good faggot who simply wants to serve. I wish Master Grayson had even a semblance of a clue about that, because maybe then he’d appreciate what he owns. Good faggots are hard to find, and clearly Master Grayson loves owning a faggot. It seems to me he should start to value his possessions more.

But I can say that Master Grayson has some incredible natural instincts for a straight Alpha. That move he pulled with Ben, letting Ben out of his chastity cage in order to humiliate his ineffectiveness by forcing Ben to watch him do the very thing Ben couldn’t do is a brutal twist on The Nuclear Option I’ve spoken about so many times before. It actually took my breath away. You can’t find that technique in a “Alpha domination manual” or in a film. That is PURE ALPHA INSTINCT in action! I’ve experienced it, and I’ve seen so many Alphas use variations of this technique so many times that it simply cannot be coincidence. It must be something inborn into them!

We can hear Ben’s growth from that experience. He feels more submissive, more fulfilled, more resigned to his true hierarchical place.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want something kinder for my sincere little brother!

I’m unsure is this is an Alpha cucking a beta while using his girl, or if it’s a straight Alpha getting serviced by his girl while is faggot worships him. Either way, it definitely illustrates perfect hierarchical alignment.

A true Alpha sees lesser males for what they are, either betas or faggots, and then takes what he wants from them.

Even their wife or girlfriend.

The inferior can only watch with respectful awe at the Alpha’s confident power!

No video demonstrates the truth of hierarchy more than this brutal clip of this black Alpha fucking a beta’s girlfriend while he holds the beta’s head and makes him worship!

How can anyone watch this and disagree? Even RACISTS must agree!

BNWO #HierarchyIsTruth

Yesterday, Sir Declan took me out for a late lunch, a little spontaneous road trip for his favourite fish & chips spot. He drove nearly 40 minutes just to get there, because when he wants something, he makes it happen. That’s just how he is.

We finished eating, he decided to take a detour. “Let’s go for a walk,” he said. The fall colours were unreal, bright gold and deep red, the kind of colours that make the whole world feel alive. He took my hand as we walked through the trail, calm and steady, and it made me feel like nothing else mattered in that moment.

We past 2 guys and they both smiled at us and we didn’t think of anything until I received a notification on my scruff:

“Hey, listen I know this is weird but we just passed by you guys, and well I’m offering my bf to suck your bf.”

I showed my bf the message and he took my phone.

“Hey I’m the Declan the bf, turn around and have your boy come suck me off. I’m sending my boyfriend Zack near by, you go sit with him and keep him company.”

“Can I suck him?”

Declan: “No, I locked his cock a long time ago and no he doesn’t get sucked. I want you to make sure he sits and waits for us to be done. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure, we see you. I’m going to go grab your bf and have him sit with me”

All I was told is, he was going to piss in the bush and that I need to go sit on a bench and wait. Next thing I see is that young hot guy walking towards Declan and the other Hotty walked towards me and stood in front of me and all he said was “sniff my crotch while your man gets sucked by my boyfriend.” My cock was straining in my chastity.

After a few amazing sniffs,he sat beside me and we simply watched them in the bush.

They both must of finished and as they walked to us and the young guy put his fingers in my mouth and opened it and spat the load he sucked into my mouth. Once his mouth was empty, he said: “swallow it, enjoy it as he didn’t allow me to swallow because he said that he wanted you to have his load” 

I did and then they walked away. Simple as that.
Declan grabbed my hand and we walked away. We never spoke about it and it’s like nothing happened.

No words, no questions, just the silence of the forest and the feeling that whatever happened, he was in control of all of it.

And that’s the thing about being his, sometimes the quietest moments leave the loudest marks.

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Yesterday was Halloween, and I couldn’t wait to finally get out and have some fun. Declan had told me earlier that we’d hit Church Street and check out the bars, so the moment I got home from work, I rushed to get ready.

He’d already laid my outfit out on the couch ,a tight orange prisoner costume. I was about to change into it, but he told me to slow down, finish my drink first, and chill while he “handled something on his phone.”

If you know Sir Declan, you know this, when he’s quiet and focused, it usually means he’s plotting something. And he never warns me.

A few minutes later, he said, “Babe, come to the room.”
The lights were set up already on bright like he was about to film a scene.

I asked, “What’s with the setup? Aren’t we going out?”
Before I could even process it, he made me kneel in front of the jail cage, cuffed my hands above my head, and locked them to the top bars.

He leaned down and said calmly, “Honestly, I’m not sure if I want you going out tonight.”

Then, knock knock.
Someone was at the door.

Declan smiled, grabbed a carved pumpkin, and shoved it over my head. My world went dark except for a hole where my mouth was. I could barely hear or breathe through the thick shell, only muffled sounds.

I heard the front door open. Then metal clicking. Another pair of cuffs.

When Declan came back, he said, “A buddy’s here, he’s handcuffed to the wall in the living room. You’ve been a good boy lately, Zack. So tonight, I’m gonna use you while I cuck him.”

That’s when he shoved his cock down my throat through the mouth hole of the pumpkin. His hips slammed against the pumpkin’s rim as I gagged and drooled, completely blind and restrained.

When he came, his load sprayed inside the pumpkin, hitting my beard, my lips, and even my eye through the cutout. I was left there dripping, unable to wipe it off, while he went back to the other room.

About 30 minutes later, he returned, laughing when he saw my eye swollen and red. “You got cum-eye, bitch. Looks like pink eye now.”

He wrapped a chain around my waist, pad locked it, zip-tied my hands to it, and shoved me into the cage. The cell door closed with a click, and then I heard the distinct snap of a serial tag zip-lock, no escape.
He uses ziptags when he leaves the house while I’m locked away, so that if any emergency happens, I can get away but he will know that the serial number ziptag was tampered with.

“You’re in for the night,” he said. “I’m heading out with the guy for Halloween.”
He turned on the Blue Jays game, shut the bedroom door, and left.

When he came home around 2 a.m., I felt his lips press through the bars, kissing me before cutting the zip ties. Then he replaced the zip lock with a padlock on the door, smirked, and went to bed.

This morning, before leaving for work, he unlocked the padlock and said only:
“Have dinner ready tonight. Clean the house. I left the guy’s underwear on the couch, full of cum. Guess who’s cum! Enjoy.”

So yeah, Halloween ended, Locktober ended, but my chastity didn’t.

It’s November 1st, and I’ve officially entered No Nut November.
My next bail hearing for release is set for December 1st.

Hope your Halloween was wild, just maybe not as locked-up as mine. 🎃

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“He Said ‘Let’s Cuddle’… Then Threw Me in the Cage”

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Earlier this week was one of those non-stop, soul-draining days at the office. I woke up tired and spent the whole day in meetings, calls, and dealing with everyone else’s problems. By mid-afternoon, I texted Declan saying I couldn’t wait to get home, relax, watch a movie, and cuddle in his arms.

He simply replied:

“Yes, let’s do that, babe.”

That message kept me going. I left work, stopped to grab dinner, and finally walked through the door thinking I was about to have a quiet night.

I put the food down, took off my shoes, and went into the living room to greet my boyfriend. Like I do every single day, I dropped to my knees in front of him without even thinking. It’s second nature now, I kneel, remove his socks, and start kissing his feet. The smell of his workday hit me instantly, a mix of leather, sweat, and warmth. My tongue traced over the tops of his feet, across the arches, and down to the soles.

I could taste the salt and feel the roughness of his skin as I sucked each toe slowly, one by one, while my tongue circled between them. His toes flexed a few times, little signs that he liked it, but he didn’t say a word. He just leaned back, watching his show, occasionally glancing down to make sure I was still at work.

After about twenty minutes, my jaw was starting to ache, and I tried to shift or stand up. That’s when I felt it, his hand suddenly grabbing a fistful of my hair.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Mouth back on my toes and shut up.”

My breath caught. That tone hit hard.

Without another word, I went right back to it, licking, sucking, and massaging his feet in silence. The only sounds were the TV and the wet sounds coming from my mouth. I stayed there for another thirty minutes, completely ignored, existing only as his footrest and toy.

Eventually, he said casually,

“Go get me a drink.”

When I got up, my knees cracked. I went to the kitchen, made his drink, and took it to him. He didn’t even look up, just took it from my hand, and I quietly walked to the bedroom to change out of my dress clothes.

I was unbuttoning my shirt when he suddenly appeared in the doorway. He didn’t smile.

“In the cage. Now. Don’t make me repeat it.”

I froze.

My heart dropped because I had no idea what was coming. I really thought we were going to cuddle.

But his expression told me otherwise, this was serious.

As I crawled into the cage, he followed me in with a few items. My stomach turned when I saw what they were: cuffs, a hood, shackles, and a gag.

He said, almost casually:

“A guy named Anthony, the one who paid to extend your chastity for another month, also bought a punishment from my throne. You might not like it, but it is what it is.”

Then he listed what was requested:

👀 Hooded

👀 Gagged

👀 Kneeling

👀 Balls cuffed to the jail cell

👀 Hands handcuffed

He placed the hood over my head, muffling everything. I could barely see or hear. My wrists were cuffed in front of me to the cage, my knees pressed into the floor, and my balls were cuffed through the bars so I couldn’t move more than a few inches. Then he shackled my ankles and looped the chain through the bars, forcing my legs backward until I was completely locked in place, kneeling, bent forward, my face pressed near the bars, unable to move, my breath echoing inside the hood.

I heard him step back and say quietly, almost amused,

“That’s better.”

Time became meaningless. I had no idea how long I’d been restrained. Every sound felt amplified, his footsteps, the TV in the background, even the sound of him pouring a drink somewhere nearby.

Every now and then he’d come over and tease me, tugging at my balls or giving them a quick slap before walking away again.

Then suddenly I felt something cold. A hand spreading something across my balls.

And then it hit.

🔥 A535 cream.

The burn was instant, a deep, searing pain that made me gasp into the gag. I tried to pull back, but the cuffs held me tight. My entire body shook. It was unbearable, and he knew it. I could hear him laughing softly as he walked away.

That hour felt endless.

At times I tried to fight it, other times I just gave up and knelt there shaking and sweating, drooling into the gag while the burn consumed me.

Eventually, I heard another sound, one that didn’t make sense at first. A second voice. A quiet moan.

Declan wasn’t alone.

Through the hood I could hear him, the sound of his belt, the deep grunts, the rhythm.

He was getting a blowjob.

Someone else was on their knees, servicing him while I was caged and burning.

He came hard, I heard it, I felt the tone in his voice change when he finished.

But I wasn’t allowed to see who it was.

When he finally removed the hood and cuffs later that night, he just smiled down at me and said,

“You’ll find out eventually.”

Two days before, I learned that I’ll be participating in No Nut November, and that more punishments are already lined up.

That’s my life.

The life of a slave boyfriend, owned, used, and kept locked for the man I love. 🖤

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Punishment.

Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.

Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.

When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.

When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.

Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.

When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.

I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.

Zack 
(Owned by Sir Declan)
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Sam, I see you also follow @PeteyDickens on twitter and I was curious what you made of a recent post of his. He sounds like such an amazing alpha who is growing in his power and who uses his fag brilliantly – but @PeteyDickens posted the other day that he wants his wife to spank and fuck him. I feel guilty admitting this about an alpha I so admire but it kind of turned me off and made me wonder about him. Is this fair of me? He seems to be a bit of a slave to his wife, controlled by her – so it’s a bit confusing. On one hand — the way he thinks of and relates to his fag make him seem like the perfect alpha but if he was really alpha wouldn’t he be able to put his wife in her place?

Hi brother! Thanks for writing! 

Yes, I follow Master @PeteyDickens. It’s been amazing to follow him from the very beginning of his journey into faggot ownership and use. He’s a very powerful Alpha who is incredibly honest about his discoveries.

I was also put off by his post regarding being pegged by his wife. The post read this way:

I don’t understand it, and I left it alone rather than question him about it. I figure this is something residual left over from his days before he discovered his true power as an Alpha. We must remember that Alphas who come to their power later in life often carry baggage from that previous life of unawareness. 

I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Master Pete is the real deal. 

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I have strong faggot feelings and have a relation with an alpha. I sucked his cock several times and the next step has to be that he is going to fuck me. My question is concerning my marriage/wife. My wife does not know yet. But if he is my alpha then theoretically he has also the right to fuck my wife, no?

Congratulations on finding an Alpha to service! That’s a big step! 

As far as your wife is concerned, yes, if he wants to fuck her he certainly has the right to take her and probably will if for no other reason than as a show of power. Demonstrations of sexual power are often just as pleasurable to Alphas as the sex act itself. 

You definitely sound like you’re hoping your Alpha cucks you. I hope that goes well! 

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How beta males are turned into faggots through the application of raw Alpha power:

This black Alpha is cucking this white beta by face fucking his girl.

BUT THAT’S NOT ENOUGH!

He forces the beta to worship him, too!

ALPHAS ARE UNSTOPPABLE!

Hi fag,

A little background about me and the issues I’m facing. I’m an extremely dominant black guy that works in a highly strung job. I workout, I’m in excellent shape. I would describe myself as a leader, quietly confident and straight as an arrow. I do however swing. I have been doing this for a couple of years now and a lot of my meets tend to be Hotwife/cuck meets I’m pretty hung so that tends to be the crowd I attract. Something about the dynamic and the power involved is what does it for me.let me be clear, I have never and would never do anything with one of the cucks. The most the get out of me is verbal and clean up duties when I am done.  Recently I have been contacted by a fag that sent me this university. They have explained how the dynamic would be, what they would be willing to do for me and how I can have the set up basically how ever I want.

This usually wouldn’t be something I would ever consider even replying to but after reading some of the testimonials on here coupled with their persistence I feel my interest being peaked. I have been offered massages, cleaning duties, on tap oral and total submission/obedience.

Working the long hours I do plus gyming 5/6x a week means I don’t get a lot of time to really relax or even indulge in things I enjoy. Having someone I could call to destress and  not be judged for what I have in store for them would really fit my life perfectly. My question is I’m not sure I could actually go through with it, how do straight guys get comfortable enough to use the fags offering themselves to them? I get times of messages from guys, I ignore them all but this message and how the dynamic was described has turned my head a little. Without being too graphic having someone I could kick back and watch deepthroat me after a long day would be perfect. That or an obedient throat I could visit and take my stress out on sounds good. I’m just struggling with the fact it wouldn’t be a woman. Let me know what you think and what you would suggest moving forward.

Sir, thank you very much for your honest, open-minded question! 

First things first. Straight Alphas have been using faggots FOREVER. Ancient Greeks owned faggots, Roman gladiators used faggots on the mornings of fights, and on and on. It’s much more common than anybody in research knows because Men compartmentalize and lie about it.

Here’s a hierarchical truth, Sir: Straight Alphas use faggots sexually, but it never changes their sexual orientation. Sex therapists and psychologists who deal with male sexuality all agree that perfectly straight Men use sub gay males (they don’t call them faggots, of course), but they can’t answer the burning question of WHY straight Alphas do this.

But HIERARCHY gives us the answer: it’s because a straight Alpha being worshiped and serviced and using a faggot he owns gives him tremendous POWER unlike anything he can feel from dominating a female. 

In my thirty year “career” serving/being owned by Alphas (the vast majority of whom are straight), I never saw any of them change sexual orientation. In fact, I always had to be dismissed whenever they got married to the women they loved and went on to father children.  

But they loved owning me because I was their dedicated faggot, devoted to pleasing them in every way. I did the cleaning, the cooking, the laundry, the car detailing, gave them foot massages and pedicures, ran baths for them, prepared drinks for them, and used my holes to please them for however long they wanted. There’s no female like that on this planet.

Once a straight Alpha receives that kind of worshipful, selfless service, he quickly realizes that this is EXACTLY what he deserved all along. As an Alpha, you probably realize that you deserve special treatment. You’ve probably felt that your entire life. That’s why you were intrigued by what that faggot told you, and by what you read here. It pinged that inner hierarchical truth inside you, Sir. You were born with that need. 

You just need to think of a faggot as a utility, or a pet. In terms of utility, a faggot functions like a Fleshlight, albeit one that will clean your house and serve you home cooked meals and do your laundry and massage your feet. And just like a Fleshlight doesn’t make you sexually attracted to toys, a faggot isn’t going to make you sexually attracted to males. But you will love the POWER it makes you feel.

And a faggot is like a pet, maybe like a faithful dog. Like a dog, a faggot lives to make you happy. No matter what you do to that dog, it will keep coming back and trying to please you. And when you tell a faggot “good boy” or “good faggot”, the faggot gets happy just like a dog. It’s funny how nature works like that, isn’t it, Sir?

Speaking of nature, hierarchy is not only a real thing (I think you already know this), but it’s the most natural thing in our world. Men have dominated and owned lesser males since the beginning. Men have owned and used males slaves, Kings have owned and used male servants, etc. It’s NATURAL for an Alpha like yourself to own and use the faggots nature made to serve you, Sir. 

You asked me how to proceed, Sir. Well, I don’t know if the faggot who approached you is one you’d like to try out … but if you’re open to that faggot, I suggest you try having it clean or cook or do some chores for you, Sir. When it enters your home, you should have it greet you by kneeling and kissing your feet. And make sure it thanks you for allowing it to serve you, Sir. 

And as far as physical stuff goes, I would start with having the faggot serve and worship your feet with massages, etc. I think a powerful Alpha like you will find great pleasure in that, and I think that will be a good way to open up the floodgates of your natural dominance. I think before too long you’ll be throat fucking the faggot and discovering the new levels of power you’ve been denying yourself up to this point.

There are literally no limits on Alphas who free themselves from the lies our world teaches them to restrict them, to limit them. The world is afraid of Alphas who are unleashed and fully using their power because the world doesn’t understand it. Beta males want to keep Alphas in check because they know unleashed Alphas will own them even more completely than they already do.

Faggots are the way Alphas become unleashed. 

In the published version of this question I’m going to include a hot little video, Sir. It’s not terribly graphic or anything, but it’ll perfectly illustrate a truth about this hierarchical dynamic. 

I sincerely hope I have been able to help you, Sir. It’s always a thrill to be able to help unlock hierarchical truth for great Alphas like you. If you have any questions you want to ask me privately, please feel free to contact me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. 

Thank you, Sir!  

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You may remember the previous post about Master Kenzo utterly cucking and enslaving a former straight so-called Alpha bully he once knew in high school by banging his wife and then forcing him to swallow his cock and cum. If you haven’t read that devastating account, I highly recommend that you catch up by CLICKING HERE, because here comes the even wilder PART TWO!

So when we last left this cuck, he was having any last shred of masculinity surgically removed through his throat by Master Kenzo’s Alpha cock. Master Kenzo got this supposed “Alpha” who used to pick on weaker people in high school to admit that he was Master Kenzo’s slave. And then he swallowed Master Kenzo’s load. Mission accomplished, right?

Um, no. You don’t know Master Kenzo if you think that’s far enough. You see, Master Kenzo is a God Alpha, and like most gods he has a pitiless wrath that scorches the earth and leaves nothing alive that resists his will. The suggestion that he has devastated an inferior male enough is almost a challenge that pushes Master Kenzo to show he has greater power than that.

And that’s exactly what he did with his new cuck faggot. Read on:

It’s time I completed the story of this first couple’s enslavement.

As I told you, when I came in the mouth of My former school mate, I saw his male pride slipping away. But not yet totally, not yet definitively, in truth. He put up more resistance to Me, for the last time, shortly afterwards.

A few days later, I was watching TV while he was massaging My feet, after I’d fucked his wife who was resting in their bed. I was telling him how I made her shout with ecstasy, how she said I was a better lover than he was. He was red with shame and despair. Then, suddenly, I asked him: “Tell Me, I hope by now you have renounced your desire to sire children, haven’t you? You’ve accepted it will never happen?” He was taken aback. I said calmly “I mean, come on! You are no longer a real man. You are even lucky I still allow you to fuck your wife, if you can still manage to do so. But you will never father a child. It’s a privilege I reserve for an Alpha like myself. The only children your wife will bear, the only children you will raise, will be from My seed.”

This time, he got angry. He really did. I had to subdue him by force, as I’d done in high school to punish him for bullying the weaker kids. At the end, when I finished beating him up, he was lying on the floor, his nose bloody, My foot solidly on his face pinned to the ground. I told him: “You will never disobey me again. Do you understand?” “Yes, yes, sorry, I beg your pardon…” he whimpered. I made him swear. He swore. Then I explained to him: “Good. Therefore, you will undergo a vasectomy. Let your downfall be final.” He weakly protested, begged for My mercy. “Please, no… Please don’t do it…” I answered: “Count yourself lucky I’m not forcing you into a penis removal! I’m merciful, I’m only sterilizing you.” Of course, in the following days, he complied.

This former minor Alpha male, who planned to perpetuate his genes, is now seeing his lineage end forever. Because I have decided so.

After that, he never truly resisted again. He only whined and moaned when I fucked his ass, then when I pissed on him. He has fully accepted his defeat.

And you know the best part? His wife is now pregnant with My child. In autumn, My first child out of wedlock will be born. My cuck slave will have the privilege of raising him or her, but of course I’ll make sure he does it with all the respect and care due to the fruit of My seed.

So that’s how I acquired My first heterosexual couple as slaves to My desires. Since then, I’ve acquired a second one. It was much easier: a couple of young, cute, enthusiastic fantasizers. They were looking for a threesome with a dominant male to spice up their relationship, and heard about Me from one of My slaves. They contacted Me to offer themselves to Me, begging Me to fuck her and dominate him. I agreed, of course, and it was great fun. They were really sweet. They worshipped my cock together, face to face, on their knees. It was like they were mouth kissing each other, but with my cock between them. This experience really brought them closer as a couple.

They loved it so much they came back for more! I agreed on one condition: that the guy get a vasectomy. They hesitated for a while. But they eventually submitted. From now on, I’ll make it a condition for any straight couple to have the privilege of worshipping Me together: sterilization of the beta male. Only I get to create life. If they’re lucky, they’ll have the huge honor of raising a child born of Me.

I have more to tell you, faggot. But that’s more than enough for now, I think. We’ll see later.

See what I mean? It wasn’t nearly enough for Master Kenzo to throat fuck the guy and feed him his load. Instead, Master Kenzo decided to take away the cuck fag’s procreative powers altogether and force him to raise His children! DEVASTATING! To top it off, Master Kenzo fucked his load into the cuck fag’s ass, taking away anything the cuck fag might hang onto as a “Man”. That part of the cuck fag’s life is completely gone forever.

I’m so excited to hear that Master Kenzo has impregnated the cuck fag’s wife! This is what Alphas do with their superior cocks and superior cum! They lay claim to human property through breeding and feeding these conquered ones. That way they are transformed genetically by it, inexorably enslaved by the power of it. Just look at what Master Kenzo’s Alpha cock and Alpha jizz has accomplished in the establishment of righteous hierarchical principles!

Fortunately for the second couple that they were more accepting of Master Kenzo’s frontal assault! Their almost joyous celebration of Master Kenzo’s power and control is exactly what Alphas want and expect from their prey.

But don’t miss this point: Master Kenzo LOVES the fight of the cuck fag the same way a fisherman loves the fight of a prize-winning fish hooked on his line. In the end, they will all submit and obey every word of his every command and end up mounted on his trophy wall!

Master Kenzo is an ultimate hunter, a straight God Alpha of insurmountable power. This is only the beginning of what is coming!

The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been almost six long months since we last heard from straight Master Kenzo. I never worry too much about God Alphas or their faggots, because typically Alphas at that power level have everything in their lives working perfectly all the time.

And, as I suspected, things are going very well with Master Kenzo. He still owns his first faggot, the ever-loyal Kevin, and he continues to dominate faggots and females wherever he goes.

But Master Kenzo had a specific reason to write to me, one that I found shocking and incredibly telling about exactly how powerful a God Alpha can be. I’m not even going to spoil it or preface it. I’ll just let the King tell it himself:

I think it’s time to give you some updated news of the wondrous things that happened in My life since last January.

First of all, since I left you with the cuckolding of a former high school mate, I’m going to briefly summarize what’s happened since then.

As I told you, I just loved to enslave a straight dude and his wife and to compel him to surrender to My superiority. Since it’s been a while, I want to emphasize one point: this guy is a former high school bully I’d mastered, he’s not a little faggot. He’s married to a former high school girfriend of Mine. When I saw him again, he was still a very masculine guy, quite macho even. That’s why I decided to submit him. The challenge was so great.

What I LOVED was that he often offered a bit of resistance, which made things much more exiting. Most of the time, though, all I had to do was raise my voice and he would calm down and obey. Sometimes, I had to go so far as to slap or spank him. Only once did I have to restrain him and put him on the floor, with My foot on his head, and make him swear not to disobey Me again. Over time, he became more and more resigned, less and less resistant. Of course, I continued to slap and spank him from time to time, just because it was fun.

So, after the first time I told you, I frequently went back to their place to fuck his wife, My former girfriend. Once in a while, I took the opportunity to spend some time chilling with her, and have the hubby serve us. On several occasions, I forced him to prepare for us a beautiful candlelit dinner and to wait on us at the table. Often, he had to lie on the floor at our feet while we cuddled on the sofa. And to massage and worship My feet, of course. I also used him as a footstool, more than once, for the entire duration of a movie.

Some moments were particularly hard for him. There had been stages. Each time, he refused, shouted, fought back. It was at these moments that I had to discipline him by force. The first time was when I forced him to watch Me fuck his wife. Eventually, he complied and kissed My feet while I fucked her ass.

The next couple of times were when I forced him to take himself My cock and cum. First in the mouth, then in the ass. I’ll always remember the first time I face-fucked him. I ordered him to look me straight in the eyes while he had My cock in his mouth. I saw in his eyes terror, defeat, resignation, the certainty that he was losing all his manhood. When I ejaculated into his throat, it was as if I saw in his soul all self-esteem and male pride disappearing.

I think his final defeat was when I forced him to get naked, on the floor, and that I pissed on him, while his girlfriend watched. He burst into tears, he asked “Why? Why are you doing this?”. I replied very calmly, “Because I can. And because I enjoy it.”

You know what the best part is, faggot? It’s that this boy really had a dominant side. He probably could have become an Alpha, a minor one no doubt, but still a straight Alpha if he’d had as dedicated a slave as I have with Kevin.

But I’ve decided otherwise. I decided that his life would be the life of a cuck slave to a God Alpha. To Me. And My decision is paramount.

That’s enough for now. But there is more to say. In my last update to you, after I first cucked him, I wrote: “I wonder if he’s already processing that he will never father child of his own. I won’t permit it. His wife’s womb is Mine.” So, next time, I’ll tell you about the day I had to give him a beating and put him on the floor. Stay tuned.

Until later, faggot,

You can almost hear the delicious satisfaction dripping from Master Kenzo’s words as he recounts how he subjugated this former straight bully. Movies and television love to depict stories bullies getting their comuppance, but none of that approaches what Master Kenzo did to this guy!

Although described with a bit of a dramatic flourish (I’m not complaining … I can appreciate it), Master Kenzo’s depiction of this former bully’s panic and final resignation as Master Kenzo’s dick and cum filled his throat is probably accurate. And yet, he didn’t fight it too hard! This is important, because deep down he knew this was his right place hierarchically. Master Kenzo had already fucked and bred his girlfriend, effectively stealing her away from him.

And now Master Kenzo is stealing away his Manhood. There would be an expected amount of panic involved!

I’m a faggot, and I’ve never been a straight Man, so I can’t pretend to know what this former bully felt in that moment. When my first Alpha first throat fucked me, it felt like I’d just arrived home after being lost. But for this bully, Master Kenzo’s cock was like Excalibur in battle, stabbing again and again until its victim was dead.

The only resurrection available to this former bully is a new life … as Master Kenzo’s conquered faggot!

I want to make a point about this conquest that might be overlooked if we only focus on the surface dramatics. This depth of conquest was made possible only because Master Kenzo started using his faggot Kevin sexually. Once Master Kenzo realized the power involved in fucking a sub male and feeding/breeding it with his cum, ANYTHING was possible for him to accomplish.

For example, imagine Master Kenzo was like weaker and less secure straight Men out there who refuse to use faggots sexually. Then he wouldn’t have done the things he did do to completely take ownership of this bully. He might’ve beaten this bully up or humiliated him in some other “manlier” ways. But these things only have temporary effect, and will allow the man to recover himself.

But what Master Kenzo did cannot ever be erased or restored! Master Kenzo throat fucked this guy and fed him his load! He pissed all over this guy! Master Kenzo destroyed his masculinity and his will to fight FOREVER.

And that was only possible because straight Master Kenzo accepted the sexual worship of his first faggot!

You can understand Master Kenzo’s pride in this achievement, can’t you? I know I’m enormously proud of him. He’s one of the sharpest and most confident God Alphas I know. There seems to be no ceiling to what’s possible with him!

Thank you Master Kenzo!

(Story written by a tourist visiting Toronto: @precioushimbo)

I’d been in Toronto for a few days, soaking in the city’s vibe but there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind. A fantasy I never thought would actually happen! I took a shot and reached out to one of the most well-known chastity subs and TPE relationships around — Zack & Declan! 

I’ve fantasized about this since I got X.  Zack is on X and his owner is on 🦋 with the same profile handle: @jktoronto11 (If you don’t follow them, then do it!)

I had to message Declan for final approval, I Flirted, teased, maybe begged a little… and to my surprise, he replied.

We chatted. Fast. Filthy. 

An hour or so later, Zack actually showed up at my Airbnb by Declan’s orders. I was shocked!

And yes – he was locked tight 🔒

Fckk, the second I saw him, all I wanted was to bend him over and claim that ass. But I was locked too. Two caged boys, desperate and denied—what could we even do? Still, I tried to play alpha, tested my dominance on him… but he laughed. Turns out being owned in a full-on, no-limits Total Power Exchange made my little power plays seem like child’s games. He didn’t belong to me, I didn’t belong to him our bodies and desires were already owned by others. 

And boy, that made it hotter.

The more we talked, the more I felt myself slipping. I was now in the same room asking questions about his life. My head spinning, cock aching, precum dripping constantly. I wanted to be his, even if he was the sub. I craved his control. It didn’t make sense—but I needed it.

Before I knew it, I was cuffed to a chair. Helpless. Horny. Hooked.

We kept talking, teasing, testing limits while I squirmed in my restraints. I felt exposed, vulnerable—and then there was a knock at the door.

My heart stopped. I wasn’t expecting anyone.

My hands were cuffed behind the chair, ankles bound, and a hood over my head left me blind to the world. Vulnerable. Exposed. The tension in the room was thick, and then a knock on the door.

Zack paused. “You expecting someone?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

He checked the peephole and opened the door. I couldn’t see, but I could feel the shift in the air immediately. A new presence entered.

Then a voice: smooth, amused. “Well, well… look at you, babe, playing boss with the tourist. He looks good.”

My heart jumped. I knew that voice wasn’t just anyone. That had to be him—Zack’s Dom. I was stunned. What were the odds? How did I end up in this position?

There was kissing. Intimate. Intense. I could hear everything. Then, the hood was lifted.

And there he was. Declan.

He looked down at me with a calm authority that made me sit a little straighter, despite the cuffs. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t dare.

“Untie him,” he told Zack.

No argument. No hesitation. I was free.

“Hand me the cuffs,” Declan said next. “Both of you—stand in front of each other. Hands on your heads.”

We obeyed. Still silent, still charged with energy.

With skilled hands, Declan clipped a single cuff that locked us together in a very intimate way. He tucked the key into his pocket and said casually, “I’m heading out for lunch—and I need to stop at the store. Talk. Connect. You’re not going anywhere.”

Then he left.

We waited. We talked. We laughed a bit at the absurdity of it all, but underneath that was something real—a spark. We ended up lying on the bed, close, lips brushing. Not fully free, but not trapped either. Just… connected.

Two hours passed before another knock broke the stillness. It was Declan, back.

“Living room,” he ordered. We followed—awkwardly, given our joined state.

“Zack, on your knees.”

As he dropped, I had to drop too, still bound to him.

“Show your friend what devotion looks like.”

As he said that, Zack pulled his cock from his jeans and started to suck.  I was then told to place my hands behind my back and watch and not say a word.  He sucked him for about 10 minutes and then the moaning started and Zack started to swallow. 

Declan turned to me next. “Your turn. Show your respect., clean my cock!”

I did.

When it was over, he tossed the key between us.

“Unlock yourselves. We’re heading out. Nice to meet you, boy. Enjoy Toronto. Zack may keep in touch—I’ll allow it.”

And then they left. I remained on my knees for a moment, breathless, overwhelmed. Alone, but changed.

The End.

Follow Zack & Declan @JkToronto11 on X and 🦋 and check out Declan’s Throne:

https://throne.com/jktoronto11

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the humiliations of Charlie, a cuck married to a woman who fucks an Alpha named Danny and is now forced to serve as a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I can’t say that I know much about cuckolding besides the smattering of examples I’ve encountered while teaching Hierarchy. However, I always felt that straight males who were cucked by Alphas are really a type of unrealized faggot. The only reason why these cucks aren’t ever transformed into proper faggots is the fact that many Alphas don’t end up using the cuck as a faggot.

But here’s an example of a cuck who was converted into a real faggot by a very powerful God Alpha.

Meet Charlie:

Hi Sam, I am Charles , you can call me Charlie. I wanted to share my life as a cuckold and a faggot.

About 3 years ago I met my wife, Katie, we matched on a dating app, and decided to go an a date. I am a shy person, not a big body, I am about 5’5 and small cock. The date went fine until he whispered in my ear that she wanna have sex. And so we did it in my car, and she was utterly disappointed. She told me to leave me at an address, I asked whose house it is, she t0ld me ,”this is my ex’s house. Since you were so damn small, I am gonna ask him to fuck me. Okay bye”. She left and I went home, yet after a few days I called her and asked her for a date and she agreed. Seeing that I did not mind going out even after her going back to her ex, she did it again. “You are a nice guy but I don’t see you can pleasure me at all.” On our third date, she introduced me to Danny, her ex, any my soon-to-be master. He took us in and before I could sit, he shouted at me. “Hey dumbo, no sitting for a chump like you. Stand at the door.”I was shocked to see him like that, but then they started making out on the sofa, soon she was giving him a blowjob and then they were fucking, she was screaming loud and enjoying it. Yes , I could have never done that. This went on for a while, we would go on a date, the  go to his house and they would fuck. After some time, he started to give me tasks to do. “I fuck ur girlfriend, you need to do something for me”, he said. And thus, I began to do his chores. To be honest I never mind it, as he is so damn hot, when I had first seen him, he was like a the most hunky ,strong dude with amazing abs, voice and lips. Any guy would do anything for him. But it was not just that. He soon became friends with my friends through Katie and told them about me. Katie just wanted to have sex with them and so she made me a clown for them, and soon they started to behave like my masters.

Once , I hosted a dinner for all my friends and Danny, Katie was there too, while I toiled around in kitchen, all of them started to become touchy with her, as she always begins with that. Later  Danny called me and ordered me to go sleep in basement and don’t come up until we call you, and the guys laughed at me, I did notice that Katie’s panties were on floor and one of my friends, Andy had his fingers in her skirt. I  went down and heard noises from above, she was getting gangbanged by them all. She was getting fucked by seven guys and none of them were her boyfriend.

Honestly, the feeling had me tickle in my cock. And more things happen when my chore duty extended to my friends as well as they were also my girlfriend fuckers.

A few days later, when I was massaging Danny’s foot, he said” You are gonna propose Katie to marry.” I asked why would she say yes. He said “coz this way she gets a good hubby and a great set of fuckbois. And we all get a fag to do our chores.” I couldn’t say no. “And you know what, I wanna give you a gift, so , suck my cock. At least you will get some of your wife’s taste.” And that is how my fag journey began. He clicked my photos and circulated, and then all my friends began giving me head. It will like I was their personal cumdump, which I loved.

When I proposed Katie, she accepted only on one demand. “Danny and the boys will still be fucking me, even on our wedding night. You will get to eat my pussy later, but our marriage is always gonna be with them fucking me and you being okay with it. ” I had to agree to it, coz I wanted to.

Our wedding happened the same way it was decided, me and my wife said the vows, kissed and then after wedding, the seven best men gangbanged my wife and I was tied naked on a chair. After that, I was released and I cleaned everyone’s cock and finally ate the cum out of my wife’s pussy.

I was only allowed on our honeymoon, so I can carry Katie and Danny’s bags. We had booked one room, so all night they fucked while I was on floor. Honestly, listening them fuck made me cum in my pants, and that is when my craving for Danny increased. I would want to do anything for him, serve him, be his footstool, get humiliated by him, clean his cock.

Examples like Charlie make me curious. I firmly believe faggots are born that way, but Charlie lived life as a straight Man up until the point when Master Danny cucked him. Clearly, Master Danny sensed something in Charlie that made him want to take ownership of Charlie as his faggot. So perhaps Charlie was a repressed faggot? I’m not sure.

But Master Danny is yet another example of a straight God Alpha who has no problem with owning and using faggots sexually. I call him a God Alpha because of his leadership within his Alpha Pack, all of whom were in on fucking and breeding Charlie.

Keep in mind – Alpha sexuality is tied more to POWER than gender.

While many people would probably hear Charlie’s story and feel sorry for him, I feel happy for him. Master Danny released him from a prison on impossible delusions, and gave him a true and more natural purpose … as a faggot and slave for superior Men!

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Why do straight Alphas take ownership of faggots? What causes them to consider it at all?

The answers are buried deep in the male psyche, a primal urge to dominate the weak. It’s this urge that causes teenage Alphas to bully fags and other weaklings. It’s the urge that makes Alphas possessive, competitive, and aggressive. It’s what makes Alphas our leaders and Kings.

When we think of Kings, we immediately think of Kingdoms. The average male wants his house to be his castle, but an Alpha thinks bigger. He wants a Kingdom that serves and worships him and his needs.

That Kingdom is built of females worshipers who service him sexually and give him babies, but it is also built of submissive males who can serve larger tasks and form and army to die at his command.

Faggots are the way an Alpha can have that vision of a Kingdom come true. Ownership of fags satisfies that primal Alpha urge to subjugate other males and emasculate them and control them. These thoughts might not be on a conscious level with Alphas, but subconsciously Alphas have that in them. It typically just takes the right faggot to ping it.

Here is a story about the faggot that first pinged straight Alpha Jason’s desire for a Kingdom. The faggot’s name is John, and Master Jason kindly offered to have John reach out to me and tell the story of how he came to be the first faggot owned by this incredible straight Alpha.

I don’t write really but I am the faggot John that Master Jason first owned and wanted to add onto this story after Sir encouraged me to write to you. I am honored as the faggot to have awakened Sir after seeing the Alpha he has grown to be, I wanted to provide some more details about Master Jason, I met Sir when I was a Senior and Sir was a freshman and instantly I knew he was an alpha simply after talking to him after a few minutes. I could sense his confident charisma and my friends who saw him were instantly whipped alongside myself. I ended up seeing him on campus and in the gym occasionally and was plagued by thoughts of just worshipping him. I had followed your page for a while now and knew I was a faggot, but merely chalked it up to more of a “kink” rather than a reality as I did “worship” some guys on it was sexual for my own pleasure rather than true servitude. 

My first time serving Sir was when one of my friends invited me a party that was being thrown by one of his friends I didn’t know at the time and I wish I remembered more details from then. I had a rough week to that point so I drank like hell at the party and ended up throwing up and being in a complete drunken daze when I ran into Sir outside. I barely remember this besides when he told me but I was in a drunken daze and told him everything about first my issues and then second how I think I’m a faggot and how I desperately wanted to serve him. He ended up watching over me and the other students who blacked out until next morning when I couldn’t find my friends. I was so apologetic at this time but he was so kind telling me it was all chill since he was looking after a couple others as well. After he and his friend confirmed everyone was okay, he drove me and a couple others  to our homes. I was the last person he dropped off when he told me about what I had said about being a faggot the night before and asked me about it. I was embarrassed but showed him the letter on your website to explain how I thought he was superior to me and I wanted to serve whatever he needed, whether it be worship or chores. He was taken aback but for that first time he had me pay for his gas and had me sniff his feet which he said was to test my boundaries. He was slow at first in testing what he could do, but once I gave him permission for everything it all took off. I drove around 30 minutes to his place each day to do all his chores, his homework, and if he let me worship him and he acknowledged me rarely calling me “Slave I need this done now.” His natural dominance made it impossible for me to escape and I knew it was where I belonged but what stuck to me was when one night I had a really bad situation unfold back at home and I tried to drive over and serve Sir but he noticed my head was elsewhere. He made it clear that I didn’t need to worship or do any chores today and told me “Hey man, I know we have this situation going but genuinely if it gets too much or something’s up talk to me”. We ended up talking and drinking a lot that night and it felt so casual and I felt seen, the fact he could balance his more dominant side but also stay caring from first meeting me and even looking out for me when I wasn’t serving him was made me want to stay with him. I was gladly owned by him for just under a year until I graduated, where I had to unfortunately fly back to my hometown to deal with some matters.

However, I had the privilege to serve Master Jason again this week for the first time in 9 months, as I had a business trip around an hour from where he lived and he is the same caring alpha but somehow more dominant than before! When I got there we talked for a while and he checked in on how I was doing taking care of my family which was the same genuine care he always possessed even when I was clearly below him. After our conversation, I worshipped him as usual before cleaning his muddy shoes. I was hesitant because I loved worshipping Sir’s feet but actual mud was new but he threatened “Clean my shoes now fag or I’ll lock you outside the room naked” so I instantly obeyed and was surprised by how direct he had gotten. As a reward though he ended up handcuffing me to the bed frame and tossed me one of his sweaty socks and said he would be back in a couple hours. I spent almost the entire time he was gone jerking off with one hand to his sweaty sock. When he came back I was blindfolded and handcuffed to a chair this time and gagged before he whispered since you’ve been such a good fag here’s your reward.

Then the unbelievable happened, I was graced with the opportunity of Master Jason fucking another woman in the same room as me! Sir was so powerful as I heard all her moans of pleasure and pain that were the loudest I had ever heard. The entire time my dick was hard but it was both a reward and torture hearing everything but being unable to see anything. After a while he ungagged me and told me to lick the girl’s feet and I obeyed before he told me “Don’t say a fucking word now that you’re not gagged alright faggot”. They fucked for another hour before Sir came and I remember that exact moment I had to control myself to not beg to see. After she left Sir teased me describing his cock while I still couldn’t see and I found myself begging for him to let me see. Even though I am a faggot, I never felt so humiliated in this moment that I begged for even the opportunity to just SEE his cock and not even be used as a hole. Unfortunately, when Sir let me see again he was fully clothed again but I still thanked him relentlessly for blessing me with the chance to hear him fuck and he told me I was such an obedient good boy. This was the first time he ever did anything sexual around me as I left it up to him what he thought I was deserving of and it felt so good getting his validation. He ended up staying in the room I paid for my business trip, while I was forced to sleep on the ground but I never felt more correct in what I was doing.

As a note to his character, the day after everything happened, he asked if everything was alright, which of course I said yes I enjoyed it all! Most alphas only care about themselves and their pleasure and while Sir rightfully puts himself first in using me, the fact he asked afterwards really shows the Master that Jason is. As a last note, Mason is quite attractive and built as well, when I first met him when Sir had him drive us to the airport, I did not think he was the Mason in your story and had I not known Sir owned him I would have served him or thought he was a master as well. I ended up telling Mason that he should cherish this opportunity and he was lucky to be owned by Master Jason because he is unlike any alpha had ever met and I wish I could be closer to serve him more often. That’s all from me I don’t write often but felt it was my duty to let everyone know the Alpha that Master Jason is. 

I was blown away by this gorgeous love letter John wrote about his Master, Jason. It’s so humble and honest and full of deep yearning and gratitude! I can’t wait for Master Jason to read it!

Please note that John cleverly used my “Letter To An Alpha” on this website to correctly explain hierarchy in terms that help to trigger him to action. I wrote it that way on purpose. I don’t know why so many faggots are failing to use the effective and FREE tools I’ve built to help them the way they helped John … well, I guess some just get it.

I love how Master Jason’s idea of a reward for his faggot was tying the faggot up and letting it listen to him fuck a female. Obviously, it was a perfect reward, but the fact that he has the awareness to comprehend his own power and its effect on everyone around him is astounding.

John is an outstanding faggot, which is why Master Jason (a true Protector Alpha) has kept him in his stable despite the long distances. Even though Master Jason has never allowed John to even taste his cum, he knows John is his property for life.

And, judging by this magnificent letter, I’d say Master Jason is right!

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!

I feel really blessed as a faggot in this position because I’ve been able to mentor so many faggots to find fulfillment, but also some powerful Alphas! Here on this site I have literally chronicled the ascensions of many straight Alphas, charted every new discovery about faggot ownership, and pointed them to even greater avenues of domination and power! It’s been an amazing ride for the last ten years!

One of my more recent favorites is Master David. This straight French Alpha had never owned a faggot (or even considered it) until he met me while searching for information about his submissive gay roommate Vincent. Now he owns not only Vincent, but a couple of other faggots he’s acquired at the gym. Through the complete use of these faggots, Master David has experienced so many incredible changes in his life.

Then, more recently, he claimed a couple, Charlene and her beta boyfriend Quentin. In the latest update, Master David forcefully took and fucked Charlene right in front of an awe-struck Quentin and basically took her as his girlfriend. All of these things are chronicled in the link above.

But now Master David has experienced something new in this latest update. Let’s see what it is:

Hey boy,

You remember when I took my bitch Charlène from my beta friend Quentin? Well, a lot have happened since then!

I have enjoyed having Charlène at my place (where I live with my roomate Vincent). I fucked her regularly and she enjoyed the perks of my superior life, with the service of my devoted servants! Her former boyfriend Quentin has often been there to provide me blowjobs and foot massages before and/or after I fucked her!

But of course, I kept on dating and fucking other women, as well as my serving boys. Charlène had a hard time to accept that. So much that she finally broke up with me. For lack of a better choice, she returned to Quentin, who was only too happy to get my leftovers. But obviously, it wasn’t long before she regretted it and begged me to fuck her again! 

I answered her I was no longer interested into having her as my official girlfriend, but that I was willing to fuck her once in a while as a side chick. But only at one condition: Quentin himself had to BEG me to fuck his girlfriend! Needless to say, Quentin went home, kneeled, kissed my feet and said “Please Sir, it would be my honor that you keep fucking my beloved girlfriend! I can’t please her as you do, Sir! I’m begging you! Please!” After cuming into his mouth, I accepted.

He gave me a key to their home. So now, when I feel like it, I go to their place, I burst into their bedroom and I fuck Charlène who screams with pleasure! Sometimes I dismiss Quentin, sometimes I make him stay and watch me what a real man do. He even had to lick my feet while I was fucking her! Usually, when I spend the night with her, Quentin bring us the breakfast in bed on the morning!

I think I like this arrangement even better than having Charlène as my girlfriend! Now, I have a cuck beta servant that I can humiliate when I want to and Charlène has finally been forced to accept her place as just a sexual slave for my pleasure.

Life is really fucking good when you’re an Alpha!

So long, sam the faggot!

King David

As you can see, Master David learned that he, as Alpha, has a need for SPACE and FREEDOM so he can use or enslave anyone he chooses. Alphas shouldn’t be tied down like that. To build a Kingdom, an Alpha like Master David must spend his days reveling in his power while allowing females and faggots to fulfill their place in service to him.

This is how Alphas grow!

When I told him that, Master David replied:

You nailed it, faggot! I want it all. I want to have my cake and it it too, and I know I can! Either you submit to my rules, or you fuck off out of my life! Fags and betas and chicks are lining up to kiss my feet and suck my dick. I will only pick the most obedient ones. Every inferior must remember that it is easily replaceable and it has to EARN its place at my feet! Not the other way around.

That’s something I had to say to Vincent, when I felt he was becoming a little possessive. I told him: “Keep in mind: I am everything for you, I am the center of your world, but you’re just a very, very small part of my life. If you piss me off, you will never serve me again! So you better remember your place!” He cried a lot, but since then he kept in line.

Gosh it feels so good to be the master! To be the one who matters!

Can you hear the overwhelming joy in Master David’s words? These exclamations might as well be the roar of a lion!

I wish more straight Alphas would do more experimentation, let go of their preconceived ideas, and allow greater circuits of power to flow through them! Faggots are a key that unlocks the vault containing unbelievable Alpha power! It’s there for the taking!

I’m so proud of Master David for being one of those smart straight Alphas, a true King who recognizes that males and females of all sorts must fall so that he may rise!

I have a serious question and its hard to ask and get into without explaining a lot of stuff.

I guess my question is – can a fag be in service to a female?

It might sound like a weird question but I guess I’ve been trying to figure out how I identify and exactly what I am.

My situation will probably seem pretty strange and idk maybe it is. I have a girlfriend. We’ve been together for about four years. We both identify as being mostly straight, but both had some same-sex experience when we got together.

We knew we were both open minded and liked to experiment and that’s always been part of our sex life. Even in the first few months we explored other kinks and things, and she started to explore being dominant with me. It was something I enjoyed so was more than happy to do it.

We also involved other people. We went to swinger parties. We found girls and guys online.

She found that she really liked seeing me do stuff with other men, especially taking a submissive role, and I found that I really liked being watched by her when I was in that sort of situation.

We’ve leaned into that more and more heavily. And we now have three regular alphas (two are gay/bi, one is straight) who use me on a pretty regular basis. They use me exclusively, they don’t do anything with her. She usually watches, but not always. But in my head, I’m doing it for her.

It hasn’t become what we do exclusively, but I’d say more than 90% of the sex I have is submitting to alpha men.

You might be thinking that this is some kind of cuck situation, but I really don’t feel like that’s what it is. It’s not like these men are ‘replacing’ me. She just really enjoys the dominance of being totally in control of what happens with my body, and I love serving her – and by extension submitting to men.

I just wondered if you’d come across this before, or if our situation is unique in any way.

Thanks for the unusual question! Tonight I’ve hit a trifecta of peculiar situations! 

I’ve encountered just one or two situations like yours over these ten years of answering questions. In all situations, the male partner is a “beta-sub” (see graphic) whose extreme heterosexual submissiveness actually ranks him below females in dominance hierarchy.

However, unlike the title you chose for your question (“Female Alpha?”), I do not recognize females as Alphas since leadership and power are not natural female attributes. It just so happens that your female partner enjoys watching you get used and humiliated by Alphas … but that doesn’t make her an Alpha. She just happens to have a kink compatible with yours.

I do wonder where this leads, though. How long before one of these Alphas claims you and motions to take you away from her? Are you prepared for that? How much longer before you’re craving the Alpha cum that has been impregnating you, body and mind?

Personally, I think this is a dead-end in the long run. What started out as experimentation has mushroomed into something slightly out-of-control. Be careful what you wish for!

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