The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a former classmate and college wrestler. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Like any other faggot, I know the difficulties of being young and having an idea about what I was that turned out to be false once the truth was revealed to me. It’s not easy. I thought I was going to be a gay bottom who would fall in love and maybe get married to a great Man. And then, at age 17, I met an Alpha named Roger who eventually forced me to become his cocksucker during our senior year in high school, and I learned I was actually a faggot. Everything I believed about myself prior to that shattered and blew away like chaff, and what was left on the threshing floor was me as a faggot with a new purpose.
As I’ve made pretty clear over the years, I never looked back.
As I’ve come to know many, many faggots and their stories of self-discovery, I now realize that my story was something of an anomaly. Most faggots struggled mightily with their identity, fought it for years and years, and suffered through many more humiliations before they were able to accept it about themselves. Part of the purpose of my (now) ten-year mission to teach Hierarchical truth was to keep faggots from suffering so much in their acceptance of this truth. I think I’ve helped some, but not all.
Ben is one such faggot. If you’ve been following my “Questions From Readers” posts, you’ve already seen two posts about Ben’s situation. I’ve now graduated his string of posts into a proper thread so they can be collected into one place, rather than trying to collect them manually. You can now read Ben’s previous questions by CLICKING HERE.
Here’s a brief summary: Ben used to think he was either an Alpha or a pre-Alpha when he was in college. He left college, but one day recently he was on Instagram and saw an old Alpha classmate (who was still in college, but they hadn’t seen each other in four years) and suddenly had feelings for him. He definitely wanted to submit to this Alpha friend, who had grown even more muscular and equipped with washboard abs.
So Ben contacted me and I encouraged Ben to reach out to this Alpha and see if the relationship could be rekindled. And sure enough, my plan worked, and this Alpha responded positively and even dominantly (because Ben was incorporating my advice), and Ben played it badly by trying to deny he was a faggot to this Alpha. I scolded Ben for this in my response to his second letter, and gave Ben a new game plan to really approach this Alpha submissively.
My advice was directed at getting Ben to admit the fact that he’s a faggot and finally embrace the truth. That was the point of this next stage (aside from getting this Alpha to use him, of course).
Well, Ben has returned with another update. And once again, there are wins and losses involved. Read on:
I took your advice and texted him again asking if he wanted to meet up again to talk. Unfortunately he was busy that day and when I asked why he surprisingly sent me pics from his football photo shoot saying “You wish you could see me up close in my uniform huh”. Even though he was clothed besides his biceps I spent so long thinking about that photo and it literally made me space out for a day.
He came over a few days later from football workout and Im trying to recall the details the best I can because it all moved so fast. I greeted him at my door by kissing his shoe and kneeling. When I looked up at him he didn’t seem shocked he just had this devoius smirk and said “about time you greet me the right way faggot”. I didn’t speak for a second and he immediately asked “so answer me are you a faggot?”. It took me a second but I nodded and said “yes I’m a faggot, your power made me realize it”. And he had this smirk again that was so narcistic but felt intoxicating to me.
What I didn’t expect was he immediately said “So are you gonna suck me off faggot or what?” I was foolish in the moment so I said “I’m gay but I’m mainly a top” and I still dk why I said that. He just replied “i don’t care what you are, you’re a faggot you’re going to suck my dick.” When I hesitated he unbuckled his belt and pants and just shoved my mouth onto his dick and said “nothing to talk about now huh and keep sucking or I’m putting belt to ass”.
Like I said I’m technically vers too so I don’t really give head often but he was the biggest guy I’ve ever seen. His cock soft was around the same length of some cocks hard I’ve seen. He was so brutal when fucking my throat that I gagged each time he thrust and I could taste the sweat from practice and I can’t stop thinking about the taste. Unfortunately he finished himself later by jerking off onto my floor and said “your head game needs work faggot”.
When he finished he told me “clean it up with your tongue nothing else” and I obeyed but it felt so humiliating getting his cum off the floor of my own house. I asked him why he did this now and you were right Sam he said “I just needed to make sure you were actually a faggot”. Afterwards he threw me his sweaty uniform and told me “Wash it and bring it on Sunday and keep your mouth ready”, which I’m currently smelling and can’t bring myself to wash yet.
Needless to say I’m currently in disbelief I do admit that I in no doubt want to serve him as an alpha but my cravings to top haven’t faded either and I do admit I’m a faggot. For advice I don’t know if you have any advice on becoming better at sucking dick because I felt ashamed when I couldn’t get him off and i know he plans to use my throat again.
Baffling outcome!
On one hand, there were some gains here. Ben DID submit, and Ben DID admit to this Alpha that he’s a faggot. And Ben DID attempt to suck his dick (like he had a choice), and Ben DID slurp this Alpha’s jizz off the floor. These are all HUGE victories for Ben’s growth! I’m proud of him for these things, which I know weren’t easy.
But he’s still defiantly clinging to the notion that he’s an Alpha. He even said he “wants to serve him as an Alpha”, which makes NO sense. Ben said he “still wants to Top”, which I guarantee is NEVER going to happen with this Alpha.
All we need to do it listen to Ben’s final few sentences to discover the truth.
Alphas or pre-Alphas don’t fret like that about wanting to become a better cocksucker, or feel disappointed that they weren’t good enough on their first time getting face fucked (nobody is!). In other words, Ben IS NOT AN ALPHA, he’s a FAGGOT. It just took a vastly more powerful Alpha to reveal this truth to Ben. He needs to accept this reality and quickly embrace it, because this Alpha is coming back SOON to claim his property!
There is little time to prepare, though. I’d get a carrot or a small cucumber from the store and start practicing lip/tongue techniques. Try to push past the gag reflex again and again … and try swallowing as it reaches the back of your throat to suppress that reflex.
Ben needs to get started NOW. This Alpha is likely turned on completely by the submission of a new faggot, and he’s not going to wait long to claim more!
I thank Ben for his honesty and courage! He’s going to be a good one!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
A couple of days ago Master Jase shared a pretty astonishing developing story of his claiming of a new faggot at his gym. You can read that first part RIGHT HERE.
At the end of that, Master Jase hinted that he wasn’t done developing this married muscle fag. Indeed, right after I published my first account, he sent me this message:
Ordered the new dad fag to wait in the carpark of the gym after work, received an instant “Yes sir” as a reply. The fag must have been agonizingly waiting for my message, and I know he usually goes home to his family but today, he’s aching and ready for his sore pussy to be put in multiple positions by my giant cock.
So I knew the next day (yesterday) was going to be insane. Witness the insanity:
The cunting continued today. As ordered, the fag was in the carpark, waiting. He was flushed and already panting when he saw me. Made the muscled fag get on his knees, asked if he had been a hungry little slut. “Yes sir.” Daydreaming about my cock choking and stretching you out? “Yes sir”, the fag got more breathless. Pushed his face into my crotch and told him to sniff. The fag groaned and moaned.
Tossed him into my car and drove home. I ignored his breathless moans in the back. Once home, I made him pull out my cock while I pulled off my shirt. I stood like that over him, my thick cock sitting heavy on his face, and I knew he could see my powerful body ready to train him more. First his throat. Made him take more down his spasming throat than he did prior. Spit and pre covered his face. Told him to strip, and then lie back on the sofa. He trembled as he did, and his legs automatically spread as I approached. I fingered his still red and clenching hole, stretching it, told the fag to at all times keep his eyes on either my face or my body. I pushed my cock in, steady and powerful, watching his face as instinctively moaned and groaned from his stretched ass ring trying to accommodate my girth. Paused and told the fag again to look at me. He did, with his face still smeared in spit and pre, his eyes already dilating. I pressed firmer and as I broke through his second cunt again, he began shaking and crying as his eyes rolled back again. His ass ring clenching weakly and uncontrollable and the rest of his ass squeezing me as the fag lost himself again to the cunting.
When he calmed down, I leaned over him so even his dazed eyes could see me. Told the fag that this was what he was made for, and began to fuck him in slow, powerful strokes, and watched as he started to cry again with his eyes going white. His body trembling and back arching, his legs spasming and stretching even further out when I pushed an extra inch in that he couldn’t take the day before. I love watching the involuntary actions of a fag when he gets cunted deeper beyond his belief. He was already incoherent, and an hour more of just the steady slow pace, the fag was barely conscious and weakly whimpering. Muscled slow-fucked into a pile of cock drunk flesh. Another fine cunting training session.
Got my in-house slut to take care of the fag before he got to work on my cock, and having had to keep control of myself with the new fag, I went full primal rage in wrecking his muscled cunt with a brutal and hard rutting. Even after I unleashed a monster load in his ruined cunt, the new fag hadn’t yet moved. Told my in-house slut that once he recovered, to wait for the fag to come to and drive him back to his car at the gym parking lot.
I’ve never had an Alpha cunt me in stages, so I can’t really imagine the delirium this new faggot is going through. The fag probably feels like it’s wandering lost in a haunted house, terrified of what’s around the next corner. Every encounter Master Jase pushes it deeper into a subspace that can overwhelm anyone. I have no idea how this faggot is returning to its family, its aching pussy empty and yearning for Master Jase’s cock to fill it again.
It’s pretty clear that Master Jase is going to push it even farther in the next day or two. Master has refused to actually breed the faggot (thereby making this cunting “official”) until he is able to fit his entire cock into it and fuck it properly.
I’m not sure who’s more excited about this prospect, the faggot or Master Jase … or ME!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Have you ever watched films about lions? Ever notice how lions watch their prey carefully, stalk it, and then pounce, clamping their powerful jaws around its throat until it’s dead? In any of that, did it ever seem like the lion was thinking about anything other than satisfying its own hunger?
Of course not! The lion is an Apex Predator, and everything else serves its needs!
Like a lion, Master Jase is at the top of Hierarchy, a God Alpha. And like a lion, his urge to satisfy his need for domination and breeding come before the needs of inferiors beneath him. However, in the process of him using these inferiors for satisfaction, Master Jase occasionally transforms inferiors into their true form: a faggot. By splitting them open and deeply breeding them with his giant cock, he effectively forces them to accept their truth.
Like a lion feasting on a kill, what Master Jase does is an integral part of the Hierarchical circle of life.
Master Jase shared a pretty dramatic experience that occurred over the last few days involving a 40-year-old virgin faggot at his gym. It illustrates that primal function God Alphas play in the greater scheme of things.
Made a fag out of a 40-ish old father this last week. I will detail more later, but in summary. Broke him in on Sunday after the fag couldn’t resist my presence in the gym sauna after I had aggressively mounted another slut in the showers. Had him use his mouth over as much of my cock as he could, which was barely half my giant dick. Told him to clean his ass out and to meet me back at the gym on Monday at the same time in the morning.
Monday, I made him watch as I rutted inside a bodybuilder slut in a private room, then the new fag tried to take my cock in where it belongs. He could only take my cock head and a little bit more. Taking virgin holes like this is a thrill, especially when my cock looks like a bottle trying to fit itself in a fresh fags barely touched hole.
Tuesday he was able to take around four to five inches. He laid like a good boy after I told him to bend over a bench. How his body tried to take more, the fag begged at how he could always feel the slow stretch, how that bit of his pussy that I had loosens through was aching in soreness and need.
Today I cunted him. Back in the sauna. I sat and spread my legs, he knelt and sucked and licked. Told him to display for me, he bends and shows me his clean hole, still red from two days of training. Note that he is at least a head taller than me and more muscled. Didn’t stop me from picking him up by his waist, and positioning his hole over my raging monster cock. Inch by monstrously thick inch I sat him down on my cock. How he breathed hard, let out a few groans and even small yells. I told him that he could scream and whine, but I was unstoppable, and he was to remain in place. Half my cock was in, I turned him so he faced me. His arms were trembling, his back was arching and his mouth was already open and drooling.
I felt my tip pressing against his second hole. Too easy. I pushed him down, and felt his second cunt snap around my cock head. The reaction was instant. You have been cunted, fag Sam. You know what it’s like. The fag threw back his head, his eyes rolled back completely, his nostrils dilated and his tongue lolling out his drooling mouth. His hands were clawing weakly at my muscles. His legs were spasming and his toes curling nonstop. His whole body was flexing and twitching on my cock and in my arms. And I still had over a hand of cock left outside his taut stretched cunt lips. I rode his body back up and down, and each time I pushed passed his second cunt, the fags head would swing side to side, and his whole body would jerk. I love cunting fags like this. Slow and deliberate, so the fag can feel every thick veiny inch reshaping his cunt to the shape and size of my cock. How his thighs spread even further automatically, trying to expose his now important sex organ, his pussy.
I cunted the fag today for a solid half hour before I picked him off my cock and let him slide to the floor like a ragdoll. Until he takes my cock to the balls, my new fag doesn’t get rewarded with my seed.
He has plenty to learn. After all, I am a physical breeder, and the new fag has neither taken a real power fuck, nor a full breeding. Unlike my house slut that I just fucked into unconsciousness after I woke up at 4 am with a raging erection. Alpha needs hit at any time.
Indeed, I have been cunted multiple times before, and this is a pretty accurate depiction of it (from the Alpha perspective). I really connected with Master Jase’s detail about the new faggot involuntarily spreading its legs open to take more of his cock while being cunted. I experience this too, and I liken it to a deep relaxation that loosens the entire body. It’s mostly because the faggot brain is shut down during cunting, and they’re losing consciousness.
But like a lion, Master Jase could sense the faggot hiding behind the veil of normalcy. So he pounced, and then systematically devoured the faggot’s will and resistance over the course of a couple of days until the faggot was set free through cunting. Now there is no façade left, only a cunted faggot that will forever yearn for Master’s cock to fill The Void inside it!
Earlier I mentioned that Hierarchical circle of life, and I meant it. What Master Jase did with this faggot – indeed, what ALL Alphas do when they cunt their faggots – is part of a natural process that frees faggots to accept their place and purpose. If this didn’t happen, then there would be many more males wandering the earth in a confused, unfulfilled daze, unsure of their purpose.
Alphas forcefully taking, cunting, and owning faggots maintains the larger hierarchical balance … and it keeps the greater Alpha Pack well fed and satisfied!
Master @fpunishers has come a long way since I interviewed him on the Hierarchy Podcast. He’s a black Alpha who has owned faggots for a long time and is quite experienced with them.
He’s now started a professional porn career, but that doesn’t change how he carries his personal life.
Here he is training his loyal faggot @vegasfaggot to drink his piss … that’s been steeped with a jock covered in a year’s worth of cum.
FUN FACT: the faggot is wearing my original “FAGGOT” tee-shirt design!
Here’s a young Alpha named @MasterNoirX visiting the room of a faggot owned by his Alpha brother, Master @danmasterboy. Master Noir needed to dump a load, so Master Dan had his faggot post up in a hotel room and wait ass-up for Master Noir to enter and then ENTER (if you know what I mean!).
Alphas typically never go without pussy to fuck. That’s because they not only can get someone to service them, but also they have Alpha brothers who look out for their needs, too.
The Alpha fraternity is a very real thing. When Kings recognize other Kings, a powerful bond develops that cannot be broken. They make elite plans together, share power and glory together, and rule kingdoms together.
Between each other, they laugh at how easy it is to own inferiors, to make these born-slave obey their every command. They marvel at the simplicity and majesty of their lives together at the top of Hierarchy.
This is the way of the world. Just as Nature intended!
I took your advice and decided not to try and explore further for my own sexual release. And honour Master Karim and be grateful for all he’s given me and what a wonderful life I have now.
I felt I should be open and honest with Master Karim as we have for all our relationship. So I told him my concerns and the conclusion I arrived to. I could not have found a kinder Alpha. It genuinely pained him that I was feeling that way, though he did admit he was glad I decided I didn’t need something more sexual from him as he would’ve had to stick firm to his beliefs and turn me down.
But Master Karim asked me to give him some time to think of things and he came back to me and said I might feel more satisfied if we explored me wanting to drink piss like I used to. So he said he wanted to start using me semi-regularly as his toilet. And said that he was comfortable giving me first dibs to his rubbers, so that way I get to have his cum without gay acts between two men happening in our house.
I haven’t had the chance this week yet to suck down on of his rubbers, but we have tried me drinking his piss. It’s been a little messy to start with but we’re getting better. And exciting to have a new thing to learn. It was a bit gross with the morning piss, but with perseverance and practise I’m looking forward to the day where it lights up my morning.
Thank you so much for helping me avoid temptations cheap and easy path.
Brother, thank you for following up! I’m so glad to hear that you followed through with my advice and it worked out well!
It’s truly a testament to what a good faggot you are and what kind of Master your Owner, Karim, is! Good Masters listen to their faggots and consider their feelings. Of course, a faggot’s needs are a distant second to the needs of its Master, but good Masters listen and consider them thoughtfully in order to bring out the best in the faggot. That way, the faggot becomes more useful … and more valuable!
Even though Master Karim is a straight Alpha, he recognizes how vitally important you’ve become to his own personal power. A straight Alpha who owns faggots is infinitely more powerful than a typical straight Alpha. Master Karim is really feeling that now!
As for you, I congratulate you on being patient and submissive! It’s paying off with benefits already, and more to come! Just wait until you taste his seed the first time! You’ll be glad you took this course!
This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I get many questions from faggots about the service of straight Alphas. I always warn them – you can definitely serve straight Alphas, but don’t expect it to last forever and definitely do not fall in love. It’s almost guaranteed that the straight Alpha will eventually fall in love with a female and leave the faggot behind.
But occasionally love has erupted between an Alpha and his faggot. In the five years of this blog, I’ve witnessed two marriages between Alphas and their faggots. So ultimately, it’s possible that love can occur.
But the letter I received from a faggot brother named Jamie really blew me away and destroyed any preconceptions I had about the potential of the straight Alpha/faggot dynamic. You see, Jamie met and began to serve a straight Alpha named Dino, and now 15 years later they are married!
The letter Jamie wrote to me is so breathlessly adoring of Alpha Dino (even after all of these years) that I had to re-read it a second time to absorb it all. It is one the greatest love letters I think I’ve ever read.
I’ll get out of the way and let James tell the story:
I first saw Alpha Dino at a friend’s home. He was staying with them while separated from his wife. He emerged from a shower and walked through the room on his way out. He had dark hair, blue eyes, dozens of tattoos, and a body to die for. He only had on jeans, tiny streams of water still adorning his body. Our eyes met and I immediately cast my gaze down, said hello, and tried not to orgasm. He was AWESOME. He grinned a tiny bit and went to his room. I told my friend, “I’m having that “. He said, “No, He’ll KILL you. He’s just out of jail and I’ve seen him beat men bigger than you down for just looking at Him.” I said, ” then I’ll die happy.”.
I stayed the night KNOWING that something would happen and sure enough at 6 AM there’s a knock on my door. It’s the Master. We started to talk and I was just honest about who I am and what I could be for him. We talked for 7 hours without stopping, discussing our past and present. At that time I just thought I could be his side piece and that He’d go back to the wife. I had yet to realize my true calling of faggot. He still had the attitude of Alpha Male but had been beaten down by so many women that He lacked confidence. His wife constantly undermined things like His dick size ( 9 x 5 wasn’t big enough for her) his looks ( He’s the most handsome Alpha I have ever seen) sex takes too long (when Daddy gets horned up he goes for hours and fills his bitch with several juicy loads) etc… so even though He hadn’t realized His Alpha potential, I did. Just as immediately He saw I was a faggot when I didn’t yet know my destiny.
So He decided to give a fag a try, only because I was a faggot who immediately worshiped him and because I was good for his self-esteem. He said we’d have a date. We rented a hotel room for after dinner but we never left that night. He was showering and commanded me to get in with him. He made me wash his Holy body. He got out, barked at me to hurry and wash and get the fuck in bed. I did. We got high and I worshiped his body for 4 hours. He refused to cum. I thought I might die. After lying awake at His feet watching Him sleep for 2 hours I put Hisdirty boxers up to my nose and mouth and went to sleep. In a while, I was awakened by His foot gently kicking my head. It was obvious I had cried myself to sleep. He grinned and told me to come to Him. He asked what the problem was and when I told him that I realized after our session that I knew I belonged to Him, that I was created for Him. I told Him His cum was all that I needed to be whole, to become everything that I needed to be, that His cum was sacred, it gave life, and how blessed I would be if He chose to gift me with it. He grinned and punched me in the chest. I came INSTANTLY and He became very serious. He told me He hadn’t cum because He hadn’t fucked me. He never came in a mouth because He came so much nobody ever wanted it. Girls had thrown up trying to take his cum, the few who even wanted to try. Never a cum freak I nonetheless told Him it was my destiny to be His and that meant swallowing every precious drop of His sacred cum. As a matter of fact, I had, overnight, developed an overwhelming NEED for every liquid from His omnipotent body. He ordered me to ” go get my fucking cum then cunt.” This Alpha Man/God shot a load like I never had before and I totally became his. I choked and swallowed, He growled and cursed and held me on it, forcing me to take it all.
Then the REAL sex and dominance began. He spent the next 19 hours fucking my face, cunting me for the first time, and showing me that I now belonged to him. That was 15 years ago and I still worship my Alpha God daily. I could count on 2 hands the days He hasn’t gifted me, blessed me with his gigantic load. I am proud to say I know what every inch of my Master’s body looks like, smells like, and tastes like. I am a lucky faggot. It was a VERY rough road for us. The situation fucked with Daddy’s head for years but we both finally found our path as Alpha Male and faggot (now I’m a faggot wife) I have His name, his seed, and His domineering love. Whether He makes love to me, fucks me, rapes and beats me, or just allows me to worship Him until He has no more cum to spray into me, I am truly blessed. He owns my soul. I am His…
I am truly blessed. One of the best things about myDaddy is his ability to shoot a load and just keep on going. I am such a happy faggot. I am sure we’re not the typical Alpha and fag because of our different life experiences. He truly is a straight Alpha Male who just happens to love a submissive faggot. Not many people understand that He’s still straight. I did get permission to say this. When He decided that I could be one of His holes He was still fucking women, as a Stud should be doing.
But after about 5 years He decided no cunt but me would be allowed to have His cum because it so SO Sacred so He started keeping His used rubbers, tied up and tucked under His nuts for warmth, and bringing them home to lucky me. While I hate to admit I wished that He’d stop seeing women I knew an Alpha deserved to fuck ANY cunt that He wanted. The fact He was gifting me with His cum instead of them told me lots about His feelings for me. I tell you the 1st time he did that I worshiped Him until He had no more cum. We found out that when cum is depleted, then blood oozes out. I had my Alpha God’s sweat, cum, piss, spit, AND bloodthat night. That was also after the first night He allowed His fucktard cumhole to sleep wrapped in His hard, Macho arms. Now I am allowed to sleep in bed with Him most of the time. Sometimes I sleep at His feet which is very satisfying. I belong at His feet and sit on the floor between His legs unless i am busy caring for Him. Sometimes He allows me to sleep with my face in His junk when I have been a good bitchboy. When I have been stupid or bad I might get smacked or punched or kicked. If I am VERY bad He will make me stand on my knees in the bathroom and watch him piss into the empty tub where I would usually sit and then rub out one one his huge loads and wash it down the sink instead of feeding me.
After 15 years I am His in every way. Thanks to our marriage He now LEGALLY owns me, I have his name, and I have worked my way up His relationship chart. That means from our 1st meeting I was his hole to cum in. That is the bottom rung. Next reward is being His cunt, then His bitch, then His boy, then His baby, and at last His wife. But as He says almost daily, just because I have made it to wife I should never forget that, at my base I am nothing but his hole to cum in. Nothing in this world could make me feel so complete, so at peace as knowing I am my ManGod’s hole to cum in. my life’s purpose is fulfilled. I am His fag.
P.S. Don’t think it’s been an easy life. Our 1st year or 2 were VERY dark ones. It’s a wonder I am still alive to tell my story. Daddy was, and is, a REAL Man. He’s a thug, He’s been in prison, He’s beaten 5 men at one time with me watching. He’s beaten me badly, there have been separations, misunderstandings, and lots of drugs and sex and bodily fluids PUMPED into me–all of it His–but it was all worth my reward, Him. I only pray that I have been the best cumwhore and perverted dirty bitch that I could possibly be because that’s what my God deserves–the BEST!
It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?
I absolutely loved the eruption of passion between these two from the start. Sometimes it overtakes us, doesn’t it? This awesomely-powerful straight Apex Alpha saw the worship he wanted in the eyes of this helpless faggot, and simply took it.
I also loved the bit where Alpha Dino would fuck a female and tuck the used condom under his balls to keep it warm so he could feed it to his faggot when he got home. So powerful!
Jamie has hinted that Alpha Dino might be willing to talk to me (apparently he is the strong, silent type) which thrills me to no end. I adore talking to straight Alphas about their road to faggot ownership, but this case is extra special because of the long marriage. I really hope he manages to give me some time!
I don’t know if this example helps or hurts the multitude of faggots hoping for something like this for themselves. I guess the lesson is that you never know what might happen whenever you meet an Alpha, but nothing will ever happen if you don’t submit and offer yourself. Jamie offered himself, and now he lives a dream with a God!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ethan was worried that it might be a while before his new Master, King Karter, used him sexually. The other house faggots of King Karter had pretty much told him to be patient.
But my experiences with black Alphas told me something else. I figured King Karter would want to try out his new property as soon as possible!
Guess who was right?
Ethan send me a breathless email detailing his first sexual experience with this hung, dominant God Alpha. Turns out, he was breathless for a reason!
Hi Sam! I am sorry for not e-mailing sooner. I have been so busy with classes and getting ready for finals, working out at the gym, and now serving King. I have not had time to sit down and tell you what has happened! I didn’t even remember not emailing you until King asked if I had told you what happened because he had not seen a post from me on your site. (I think he is checking up on me 🙂 ) I went for my scheduled time to clean and help with the cooking. He was at his place last Thursday evening, he is not always there when I am, but he was this time. I got on my knees in front of him, looking at the floor, and asked for permission to speak with him. (Which is the way we need to ask if we need to speak in his presence.)
I took your advice, and you were, right of course! King Karter and his superior mind know exactly what to do. He even said he knew this would come up and had already had a plan for me. King said, “I know you would have to go home this summer but after next year I would like you to move here permanently, maybe even move in with #3.” I was so happy that he still wanted me to serve him, and be with my brother faggots. When I emailed you last, I was nervous he would not want me or would think I wanted to leave, which was not the case. I would have to go home and talk to my family about moving in with some friends from school. I think they would be ok with it, so I will have to talk to them about it, but right now, I will still be in the dorms next year.
King also had some ways to keep me in my faggot mind under his control. It will be some of the same ways he takes command of #2 and 4. I will have to check in with him 2-3 times a week. I must be naked and caged on while on FaceTime. I must keep doing Poppers trainings, and sometimes while facetiming with him. I must keep up my practice with my dildos, also while on FaceTime. And, I must still keep submiting my fag tax on a bi weekly basses. I did tell him I still did not want to be recorded, and he said he would honor that for now, and he would not record while I was Face-timing him. I also said I would have to find times when no one was home or maybe late at night, as my mom lives in a 3-bedroom apartment, and it will be hard to keep her and my sister from hearing me. He understood but told me if he requests a meeting, he will get one, and I replied, “Yes, sir, I understand.”
He will gave me two cock cadges to bring home and will have me buy 2 more specific dildos, ones closer to his massive cock. Which I found out then was about 7.5″ soft and 9″ long, hard, and about just under 4″thick.
He then started petting me on the head with one hand, like a pet dog, and told me that he valued my service and my commitment to him, and started rubbing his cock in his shorts with the other hand. He had me get a bottle of poppers from the shelf. And kneel in front of him. His big dark skined dick was already out when I returned and getting hard. I knelt back down and looked up at him. He took the bottle and had me take 4 big hits, 2 in each nostril. Then had had me sniff this pubs and balls and shaft again, all the time while his King dick was grown next to my face. He would have me repeat, me hitting and smelling him a few times. I could feel the heat and power from his massive dick. He asked if I wanted a taste this time, I said I would be so honored and I would love it more than anything, I begged him, “Please King, please can I taste your thick dark dick!” “Your Big Black Cock!” He likes race play, # 3, and #1 told me to really play into that, so I was!
After licking the sides of the shaft up and down about 10 times on each side. He had me just put the head in my mouth. I was to lick and nurse on it, like a baby on a tit. All the while, he had me keep looking up at him; he liked me looking up at him and keep eye contact, and he slowly slid it down my throat. And started to fuck my mouth. I was a bit nervuse he was going to be as hard on me as he was with #1 the last time I watch him throat fuck #1. But he was slow at first. I think he wanted me to get used to it.
At first, I was only getting about half in. He had me hit a lot more poppers as I was sucking him off. I would pull off, and he would hold the bottle under my nose. Then he would fuck my mouth harder and longer, each time pushing my head farther down. He would hold my head and make me gag hard on him. I have sucked about 15 dicks, before from Grinder, but his was longer and thicker then any I have sucked before. This was the first black cock I was also sucking, I have never sucked black cock before! It was thicker, stronger, and harder then any white cock I have sucked and serviced, before! King kept pushing my head deeper down on his dick, it was in my throat and I was gagging a lot. All the while, he kept commanding me to look up at him and keep eye contact. My eyes were watering a lot, almost crying.
At this point, it was hard to breathe easily, and I was gasping for breath. He would take his dick out of my mouth or pull it out about half way to let me take a breath. He then would have me look up at him and make me say “I’m a White Faggot!” ” I am a Faggot cocksucker.” ” I love Black Cock (in my mouth).” over and over, with his cock in my mouth. He laughed and really got a kick out of that. Sometimes, it was so deep in my throat, it just sounded like gargling.
Now he was fucking me harder now and using my hair as like handles pulling me up and down on his cock! He was starting to get rougher, I have never had a alpha fuck me like this, this far down my throat. It was hard to breathe. He had me practice learning how to breath around his thick cock in my mouth and down my throat. At first, it was hard; I was almost hyperventilating and gasping for air. Then I got to understand his rhythm, and he would keep it so I could breathe. When I would suck air in, I could not just smell him and his cock, but it alomst felt like I was sucking in his Alphahood. Now that I had a rytham, he had me take it down so far I had to put my nose in his pubs. He kept me there for so long, I was trying to pull away, I think it was just my body. I tried desperately to fight it, but I felt like I was going to pass out! I tried so hard to breath around his thick dick in my air way but it was to hard, I was almost was puking at that point that he let me go. I was puking a lot of bile and saliva.
He was going harder now, almost how you discrbe Cunting but in my throat. He was cunting my throat for real. But now he would only let me off about half his dick, and kept the other half in my mouth and down my throat to breath. He kept fucking me like this, for about 5 minutes and hitting the back of my head a few times, slapping me on the face with his hand and cock.
Then he started to speed up. Keeping me down on his pubs longer and longer, I almost passed out a few times. Then he pulled out and shouted, ” Dink my Black seed Faggot!” He then shot two huge ropes or cum all over my face and tongue, and then quickly shoved it deep down my throat again. So far down my nose was in his pubs again. He then proceeded to pump about 3 or 4 more hot loads in me. It felt like it was hitting the inside of my upper chest; I could not feel it in my mouth, just sliding down my esophagus. Then when he calmed down he pulled me off and wiped my cum covered face with his is thick black cock, wipping all the cum, saliva and sweat all over. He said “You have a good faggot face, with all that cum on it like that!” I felt so proud and wanted in that moment! His seed tasted so strong, I don’t know, is it because he is a black Alpha? Is that why it tastes so strong, or because he was a real alpha? He tasts diffrent from the other men I’ve sucked off, mostly stronger, more potent, better then the others.
He just sat there, in his chair, while I knelt between his legs, smelling his pubes and crotch. He smelled like heaven, the best smell I could smell in my life!
After a while, He said he needed to take a piss, and told me I was thrursty. I was a bit nervous knowing what would come next, what he wanted. But I did not fail him, I said with a smile, “Yes, sir.” I wanted to show him how gratful I was that I got to suck him off. Even though I was not looking forward to it, I know it was one of my duties.
He took me into the bathroom where I was to sit in the tub and look up at him. He pointed the head of his dick at my face and told me to open my mouth and drink as much as I can, he would stop a few times to let me swallow, and I did. He put out a long, heavy stream, and I flinched at first, trying to fight that instinct to pull away. I had to fight hard as it filled my mouth. It was a very strong flavor, I struggled at first to swallow it down when he stopped the stream. I gagged and almost puked a few times, He slapped the back of my head, and shouted at me that I better not puke up his cum, or I will get a beating for wasting it. It was very hard not to, but I held it in as best as I could. He told me to open back up and hit me with another hot stream. I don’t like hot or warm drinks much, but I tried to imagine in my head that it was like tea. That I think helped a bit. And by the third time, my mouth was full, I didn’t mind it at all, I started to like it even. I think I liked it, not for the taste. But for the fact that it was a humiliating aspect, that it made me feel like I was a subhuman. Like a thing like a urinal under him. Getting the privilege to drink what was coming out of his dick. I think that mindset helped me like it a lot. The 5th mouthful was not much, and some went over my face and in my hair. I liked it, and I almost felt sad it was ending. Is this a common reaction that faggots have to things like piss or other things that they might not want to do at first? In some way, I am kinda looking forward to drinking it again, and in some ways, I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t. It’s weird.
He told me I could not wash him off (my body) until I got back to my dorm. Which was super scary because I was afraid someone would see me, talk to me and smell his piss and cum on me. But I made it back and ran into the shower. Even though part of me didn’t want to wash it off. I could still smell him and his piss and cum on my body. However, I was too scared that someone would smell it too.
This happened on Thursday. He texted me today, asking if I had told you yet, and telling me to come to his place Saturday afternoon. I am not allowed to eat anything about 12 hours before, and I must clean myself out as best as I can before coming. But I will have time to clean out there. I also must fuck myself everyday this week for at least 1-2 hours a day. I am pretty sure he’s is going to cunt me. I am very scared and also so excited at the same time. (probably a little more scared though, as I don’t want to disappoint him, because it’s my first time. And I know he will be very rough the first time.) I did ask him if he liked my service on Thursday. He said, “Yes, Not bad!” He could tell I had sucked cock before and I was a natural cock sucking faggot, but he said my technique will get better when you suck more black cocks. “But not bad for a good cocksucking faggot!” Even though I was not the best cock sucking faggot he had, I felt good with his answer, it makes me feel like a good faggot! Even thought my throat was very sore for a few days and it was hard to talk.
This is practically a textbook example of how to claim and train a faggot cocksucker. King Karter’s control is quite obvious from Ethan’s words above. It’s great that he took firm control of Ethan’s head and forced his giant dick down Ethan’s throat! Far too many faggots, when confronted by huge dicks, rely on hand manipulation of the shaft while focusing their mouth on the head. While certainly easier, it doesn’t teach the faggot any advanced skills. King Karter was doing Ethan a huge favor by training him to open his throat and hunger for the entire length of his black meat inside him.
I wanted to take a moment to answer a couple of Ethan’s questions.
In the body of the story above Ethan asked why black Alpha cum tastes stronger than the cum of other Men. This is something I’ve experienced as well, and I can’t say that I’ve ever found a definitive answer on it. I’m probably biased when I say that I do think black Alphas are superior to other Men, and their sexual prowess/fertility is probably tied to stronger, more nutrient-rich sperm/semen. But that’s just a guess.
Ethan also asked: Sam, why do Alphas always want us to look up at them while we suck them? Why do they like the eye contact?
This one is easier to answer. There are two primary reasons why they want us to look into their eyes when we’re sucking them. (1) They want to see the level of desire in their cocksucker’s eyes, and (2) they want to see the amount of struggle in the faggot’s eyes. Either way, it’s a power move.
I’m so impressed not only by my brother Ethan, but also by King Karter! I wish we had more actual black Masters who understand how to take ownership of faggots and dedicate time to training!
I think Ethan is about to be cunted by King Karter! Can’t wait to hear how that goes!!!
This young, redheaded Alpha fucks his older faggot in what looks like an attic, and he’s not shy about what he wants. He loudly pumps a load into it, then says, “You feel good enough to fuck twice” and proceeds to pound another load into it.
This is one of my very favorite porn clips of all time. It shows the simple dynamic that exists between an Alpha and a faggot when each one accepts their place!
my straight Findom (MasterJon15) has asked me to stay chaste and never cum again. I understand that he does not mean involuntary ejaculations f.e. wet dreams.
I know that by controlling my orgasms, my Findom controls my mind. He knows I will beg him to be drained, the hornier I get. He himself has restraint. He will not drain me past a certain limit he sees fit, but he finds it funny when I start sending money against his wishes. When I myself excede my monetary limits, I feel like he starts ignoring me.
Other things apart from Findom he wants me to do, are regular habbits such as Sport, Cleaning, Fasting on Saturdays etc.
I can normaly manage 2weeks without cumming, but after that… My mental restraint isn’t strong enough. I will run to my Findom, he will drain and tease me for hours… he will have me fuck myself the entire time with a dildo… and then send me to bed. He has told me not to cum, while I am fucking myself infront of him. If I manage to fall asleep, the days after that are pure agony. All I can think about is being used. When he ignores me, I send money.
So I end up playing with my cage and cumming.
I want to be a realistic Sub. If my bankaccount ends up in the minus, Im not fit to serve. Thats on me, I need to show more controll.
When I cum inside my cage, I am embarassed and feel shame.
My question is: Should I stay in chasity, but cum inside my cage? Or should I ask my Findom to specify when I am aloud to cum?
Hi brother. Thanks for writing.
I follow MasterJon15 on X, and he’s a pretty abusive straight Master. And from your description of how he’s manipulating you, it sounds like he’s a very clever and talented findom Master.
My concern is you’ve already disobeyed your Master multiple times, leading to your intense feelings of worthlessness and shame. This becomes a cycle that gets reinforced by masturbation.
Honestly, you need to stop masturbating and stay in chastity. I know that’s not what you want to hear, and I’m sure Master doesn’t want it to change because your addictions mean money for him.
If I’m answering your direct questions, then I think you should remain caged and cum in the cage.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.
My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.
I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.
Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:
Hi Sam,
It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.
Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.
The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.
I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.
There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,
Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.
We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.
I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.
That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”
He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.
Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.
The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.
After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.
Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.
He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.
But He wasn’t done.
I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.
He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.
I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.
More soon,
Johnny
Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.
I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!
But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!
I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m lifting the story of Master Jerome, a 19-year-old straight French Alpha, to its own thread because it has been developing dramatically.
I think it’s pretty clear that young straight Alphas are getting the message: that faggot ownership elevates them in often dramatic ways. Combine that knowledge with a young Alpha’s hetero-flexibility, and you have the perfect recipe for fast and unorthodox activities once considered impossible from straight Men.
Enter: Master Jerome.
The very first time Master Jerome wrote to me, I could hear confused, excited lust in his words. A 19-year-old Alpha is already drenched with testosterone, but there was something more with him. It was almost as if he had just peeked into the wardrobe and glimpsed Narnia, and now he was eager to charge through the wardrobe and conquer every kingdom there.
In his case, those “kingdoms” ripe for conquering were three twink boy ballerinas, pals of his sister. Seeing those flexible, lithe boys made Master Jerome hungry for fag pussy for the first time in his life, but those feelings didn’t scare him. Instead, his superior Alpha hunting instinct turned on, and he relentlessly pursued his first victim until he finally managed to get it away from the herd so he could sink his Alpha cock into it.
That’s all it took.
Now Master Jerome has written with an update on the hunt:
This is Jerome from France. I sent you a message last month about me, my sister, and her fag friends.
I wanna thank you for your advice and let you know that I’ve been very successful so far. To make things easier, let’s call the boys Fag A, Fag B, and Fag C.
As you know I was fucking Fag A twice a week and I wanted to fuck the other two as well. One day, after using Fag A and giving him some love to recover from a destroyed hole, he told me that Fag B and C were hooking up after their rehearsals. I asked him how that was possible if both were bottoms, but fag A told that they probably just make out and suck each other dicks. And so, I thought to myself “what a waste, two gorgeous fags in need of some dick sucking each other instead of being fucked by a real Man like me”
I didn’t mention anything to Fag A, but I decided at that moment that I would fuck and breed the other boys as well. My first step was approaching Fag B. I told him that I wanted to buy a nice birthday present to my sister, but I knew nothing about ballet, so I needed his help. He was really kind and sweet, so we went together to the store and bought a few things. I started to compliment him and say that he looked really good in his ballet costumes, then to see his reaction I said “but I won’t compliment you too much because I don’t wanna have trouble with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?,” he asked. Then I said that I thought that Fag C and him were a couple because they are always together. He got embarrassed, and said that they were just friends. It was around 6pm, so I invited him to have some dinner with wine as a retribution for his generous help. He accepted, and after 3 glasses of wine, I asked him again why Fag C and him were not together, if they were such a pretty couple with so many common interests. I used this strategy to make him verbalize the reason why two faggots could not be together.
I had already gotten in his mind and he was much more outgoing after the wine, so he just said “well, we were not very compatible.” I pretended that I didn’t understand what he meant and just said “oh, I would never imagine that, you guys are both ballet dancers, I thought you had a lot of compatibility.” Then the sexy femboy chuckled and said “well, you’re straight, you don’t understand, but when to guys are together one needs to be the Man, and in the bedroom we are two girls.” I laughed along with him and just said “well, you’re really talented and attractive, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” I paid the bill for us, we left the restaurant, and the faggot asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not but I was hoping to find a girls as sweet and cute as he is.
That was all it took for him to let me get closer and we started kissing (a literal French kiss between two French people in France lol). The boy was surprised and said that he didn’t know that I liked guys too. So I said “well, I like you, and that’s what matters now.” I took him back to my house and squeezed in my room because my sister was there. Then I told him “well, if your problem was having two girls in the bedroom, now I guarantee that you’re the only girl here, and I’ll treat you as my girl from now on.” He sucked my dick as if I were the last Man on Earth, what a wonderful blowjob.
Sadly, I did not have lube in my room, and he was a virgin with a super tight hole. So I kept him in my room for several hours, and pumped three loads in his mouth. He swallowed all of them and did not complain at any moment. I put him on my chest after all these blowjobs and kept saying how gorgeous he is. The boy was really happy to be in my arms.
So Sam, I need you to give your insights on my strategy to conquer these fags. Do you think I did well in not fucking his hole? I would’ve probably hurt him, but at the same time I acknowledge the importance of putting my cum inside his ass as soon as possible. For now, I will keep fucking Fag A around twice a week, and I told Fag B that I will take his virginity soon. But his hole is much tighter than Fag A, so I’ll be extra careful to do it without hurting my new boy.
If you can tell me what you think and, most importantly, give me any advice on how to finally conquer the third Fag, I would really appreciate it. I like your idea of putting all of then on their knees, but I think that before getting to this point I need to be more romantic and conquer one by one.
Your work is invaluable, and I hope it is okay to keep in touch with you while I explore Hierarchy.
I was breathless reading Master Jerome’s update! Just a shocking amount of power, understanding, and control for a straight Alpha his age!
To answer Master Jerome’s questions first:
I absolutely think the conquering of Fag B was expertly handled. Throat-fucking aside, it was surprisingly romantic. I might caution against getting too romantic at this stage, simply because the stable of fags is being built, so keeping the romance to a minimum might be better in order to prevent any of the faggots from becoming too attached or jealous. In a perfect scenario, all three faggots will be able to serve Master Jerome together in harmony and cooperation. It’s what every straight Alpha deserves.
I completely agree with Master Jerome that it is imperative that he try to breed Fag B as soon as possible. His cum is already working on Fag B’s mind and addicting the faggot to its new Owner. Now is the time to strike.
And yes, Master Jerome’s cock and rut will hurt the faggot (even with lube), but here’s the point Master Jerome might not appreciate yet: faggots are meant to suffer for the pleasure of Alphas like him. It’s simply our lot in life. Faggots are born to be pierced, fucked, and bred by cock. It hurts, but faggots receive pleasure from that pain because through it we find fulfillment.
Fag B will likely scream and cry while Master Jerome takes its virginity, but it will forever thank him for it afterward!
As for the taking of Fag C, I think I will just repeat what I said before: I’m sure these fags are talking to each other about what’s happening and probably anticipating more. I don’t think it’d be necessary for Master Jerome to go to great lengths to capture this third faggot. He could most likely just walk up to it and demand that it get on its knees to service him. But I think Master Jerome likes to play with his food before he eats it, so I’d just follow the path that worked so well with Fag B. It won’t take long, I promise.
So now straight Master Jerome stands poised to take ownership of his first three faggots. Soon he will have day-long worship sessions, with all three faggots servicing and worshiping every part of his body and giving him unending pleasure … all on command!
It’s simply the way Alphas were meant to live!
Master Jerome, you’re more than welcome to continue to use the site’s “Questions From Readers” inbox, but you can also write to me at hi*****************@***il.com for more specialized, immediate advice!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There’s nothing terribly difficult about what I teach here regarding either submitting to a straight Alpha or taking ownership of a faggot. That’s not to say it’s easy – it’s not – but the mechanics of it have been in place since the beginning of human interaction. Hierarchy is so fundamental to everything we are that everyone responds in a primal way if those triggers are manipulated.
For faggots wishing to serve a straight Alpha, the first thing that must happen is a mind-shift. A faggot must recognize that it was born to serve superior Men, but also that superior Men were born to own them. Men have a definite need and desire to be worshiped and served, and once they understand that faggots offer that in abundance, they let go of the sexual stigma associated with faggots and instead embrace the glory of being worshiped.
It just takes bravery on the part of a faggot to begin that chain reaction.
Recently I’ve been answering questions and coaching a young faggot named Mika. He’s from Peru, he’s in school, and he wanted to serve a hot straight Alpha named Gael. You can read all of Mika’s questions by following the link above.
But now Mika has had an incredible breakthrough, so I’ve elevated his story to a proper thread on the site!
Listen to his incredible update:
Hi Sam!!! This is Mika from Peru and I’m so so happy
Remember what I told you about the trainee that work in my school? His name is Gael, by the way. This morning, thanks to our conversations here, I finally had courage enough to do what I need to do.
I was super nervous when I arrived at school to my class, but as soon as I saw him, I opened a big smile and asked how was his weekend. He said that he had a lot of work and didn’t have time to relax, then I don’t know what happened to me but I just said “well, I would love to help you relax, a Man like you deserve to relax” Of course he understood what I wanted, because he already asked a blowjob 3 times… 2 times as a joke, but the third time more serious. So he just told me that he would give me a ride after my classes were over.
As soon as I entered his car, he started to say that his girlfriend was really pretty, but she refused to cook for him, so he always needed to cook lunch and dinner after a long day at work. Then he went into sexual stuff and said that she doesn’t want to have sex before they get married. After complaining about his girlfriend for a while, he stopped at an empty parking lot a few blocks from my house and said “I really don’t understand why she does that with me. If you were my girl, would you treat me like that?”
Omg Sam, that moment was so crazy. I was so afraid of saying something stupid!! But I just said “if I was your girl, your stomach would be always full of good food, and your balls would be always empty, because that’s what you really deserve” I think that was a good thing to say because he smiled to me, then I asked if he was just joking when he asked for a blowjob. He said that he really respected me and didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but that since we have basically the same age he never saw me as a student, but as a sexy girl. Then he admitted that he was a virgin and never received a blowjob because his girlfriend only kisses him and nothing more.
I was still a little scared but I said that I never sucked a dick too and would love to learn sucking his. He looked around in the parking lot, and put his dick out and it was soooo hard. I was really confused at first because everything was so new, but I did what felt more right, and started to suck his dick while holding his balls and jerking him off. I was so nervous but so happy to be the first one suck his dick and he was the first dick that I put in my mouth. My mouth and jaw started to hurt but I wanted to make him proud and didn’t stop sucking. After some time, he just holded my hair and jerked off with the other hand. He was very sweet and told me that he could cum on the floor outside the car if I wasn’t ready to take it. But I just said “in my mouth please” and swallowed everything.
Omg Sam, this is so crazy… this morning I was just a virgin faggot now I sucked a big dick and swallowed my first load. I hope I did it well!! But he told me that he want to see me again, so I think I was a good boy for him. I would be so happy if he wanted to be with me as his boyfriend, but I don’t think he will leave his girl…
Thank you, Sam!! <3 I really love your site and am happy now
AMAZING!!!
This is literally all it takes! Just make yourself available and be eager to submit! Go in with the proper mindset – positive, joyful, and eager to serve in whatever way they need – and a straight Alpha will understand your purpose and use you!
I’m so proud of Mika for accomplishing this!
Now, I’m not sure if Alpha Gael will want to take on Mika as a “boyfriend” given the fact that he’s straight, but I’m sure he’d love to own Mika as his personal faggot! Especially if his girlfriend is that frigid and unloving!
I hope this post inspires other faggots out there to bravely submit to the Alphas in their lives!
