For a lot of straight Alphas, Asian faggøts are an easy way to get into fucking them. Asians are hairless, tiny, and very submissive.
It’s practically a female!
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A First Like No Other
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For nine years I have covered the true stories of straight Alphas using faggots, and for nine years I’ve been told it’s impossible. All these nine years verified for me is that my own experiences with straight Alphas wasn’t just luck or my own personal skill.
Straight Alphas need worship about as much as they need air in their lungs. They crave the sight of an inferior surrendering themselves completely to their power, offering anything just to please them. Alphas love to see how their mere presence bends wills and claims lives. Worship verifies to an Alpha what he knows about himself – that he is a King, not an everyday Man.
Now, women definitely provide some amount of that worship. However, there are always strings attached to that, which causes the Alpha consternation. It’s not really worship if a payment is expected for it; that’s called a paid service, not worship.
This is where faggots come into play for straight Alphas. Unlike women, faggots absolutely understand their true place at the feet of straight Alphas. They give everything to these straight Alphas, obeying completely and working tirelessly to satisfy every demand a straight Alpha makes. But something magical happens when a straight Alpha takes ownership of a 100% devoted and loyal faggot. The completely submissive worship of the faggot begins to excite the straight Alpha in ways even he cannot explain. Much the same way cashmasters become sexually aroused by tributes of money, so too do straight Alphas become sexually aroused by the sight of faggots submitting to them.
And that is why straight Alphas and faggots are and will always link together, drawn by the irresistible magnetic forces of Hierarchy.
The latest (and possibly most dramatic) example of this is the case of a young straight Alpha named Anthony, and his faggot friend who worships him, Fabien.
In my last update, I revealed the beautiful collar Master Anthony gave to his faggot while on his way to fuck another female. The collar had a lovely design that spelled out “Anthony”, in effect acting as a dog tag identifying who owns Fabien. Instantly I knew something was developing inside Master Anthony, some powerful force rising up from within him. I told Fabien this, warning him to be ready for what’s coming next.
To that end, I put a bug in Fabien’s ear, suggesting that it would be so much more impactful if Master Anthony were to place the collar on him personally. Fabien agreed, and so I waited for the result of this plan.
To say it succeeded beyond my wildest dreams would be an understatement so deep it would need a funeral. Here’s what Fabien wrote:
Sam, oh my beloved Sam,I come back to you at last! Anthony’s away at university today, so I can take a moment to try and sum up as best I can what happened on Monday when he came back!
He arrived a little earlier than expected, as lunch was still heating up. He chilled out on the sofa. I shyly went over to him, his wonderful gift in hand. He looked at me, intrigued. “Aren’t you wearing it?” So I knelt down. “Master, I have a favor to beg of you. Would you do me the honor of putting it around my neck yourself? I beg you, sir.”
He grinned cockily. He stood up, took the necklace and tied it around my neck. He grabbed my chin to make me look up at him. “You’re mine,” he said. “I’m yours. My mighty Master. I belong at your feet and I exist to serve you.”
He now looked serious, focused. He took a breath and pulled out his cock. I sucked him fervently. I think I’ve now got the hang of it and I know how to satisfy him! I feel so connected to him, when I look into his eyes, on my knees, his cock and cum in my mouth and his tender but firm hand on the back of my head!
After he ejaculated and I swallowed his manly juice, he stroked my hair. “You’re a good slave.” “I’ll do anything for you.” I saw an intense gleam light up in his eyes. He was getting a hard-on again. Then he lifted me up, and pushed me face down on the sofa. He abruptly pulled down my pants and underwear and… I think you can guess what happened next.
He fucked me. He fucked my ass. His cock was already wet and he wet my hole with a little of his own saliva. His huge cock entered. I barely had time to think about what was happening that I was ass-fucked for the first time in my life!
I have to admit: it hurt quite a lot, but I instantly focused on his pleasure to stay quiet. He fucked me vigorously, even furiously! I heard what sounded like screams of rage! Then he muttered “I’m so superior… I’m the best… I’m the master…” After he came the first time, I stayed still for a few moments while he was catching his breath, and he was soon at it again! And this time, he pinned me to the floor. He put his black leather boot on my head while he fucked me!
I started kissing my pendant with his name on it. Then he said, “Kiss this instead,” and put his boot next to my face, so I could kiss and lick it. He was saying “You’re an inferior male… You’re so inferior to me… You’re my slave… SAY IT!” I did my best to speak clearly. “I am your slave! You’re such an awesome man! You’re a god! I was born to serve you!” He roared!
He actually roared!
After three orgasms, he finally slumped on the sofa. He gave me a hand gesture that I understood as an order to serve lunch. He removed his boots and, after serving him, I massaged his socked feet while he ate.
He went away for the afternoon until late that night. When he returned, he fucked me before going to sleep. Then the next morning, after my morning blowjob. Then in the shower. And again on the couch before leaving. And last night. He was in a hurry to leave this morning, so not this time… But I guess I’d better get ready for tonight!
Sam, I think Anthony has reached a new Alpha level… My ass is sore… But my heart is bursting with happiness and gratitude!
Your baby brother has grown up!
Fabien lost his virginity to a young God Alpha!
First of all, I’m so proud of Fabien for everything he has done in service to Master Anthony. He’s literally been the perfect faggot, tiptoeing on a tightrope to impress his incredible King. Fabien has surrendered everything in order to give Master Anthony exquisite service and maximum worship.
And for that slavish devotion, Fabien was finally fucked and bred by Master Anthony’s God Alpha cock!
I must point out that this was not only Fabien’s first time getting fucked, but it was also Master Anthony’s first time fucking a faggot. They both lost a virginity of sorts! But from what Fabien relates here, does it sound like Master Anthony loved fucking a faggot despite being straight? DAMN RIGHT HE DID!
Why is that? Well, like I said in my intro, straight Alphas are turned-on by POWER. Notice what precipitated Master Anthony taking Fabien’s virginity – it was Fabien’s submissiveness and his declarations of devotion! From that came the massive surge of POWER within Master Anthony that made him NEED to breed his faggot and claim it from the inside by marking it with his seed!
The straight Alpha/faggot dynamic is as primal as any in the natural world. Still don’t believe me? You’re not paying attention.
Congratulations to my dear sweet little brother Fabien, and to God Alpha Master Anthony!
HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
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The Clarity Of Roles
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Whenever a straight Alpha starts using a faggot sexually, something incredible happens inside him. He develops what I half-jokingly call his Hierarchical “Third Eye”, namely, the ability to see through everyone and discover their true Hierarchical motivations. Faggots suddenly stand out everywhere they go, as obvious as characters in a pop-up book.
It almost seems unfair, doesn’t it? Alphas are already vastly superior to us, but then nature gifts them with this added superpower that turns them into even more unstoppable predators. However, this heightened awareness only comes to straight Alphas who ignore the constraining lies of inferior society and use faggots sexually. It liberates the Alpha, and helps him to embrace the fact that everything is available for the taking.
Straight Master David is beginning to experience this Third Eye effect, that power beyond what is normal, because he made the decision to finally use his faggot roommate Vincent. And now there’s no going back!
Master David has been enjoying the service of Vincent, but he had an undeniable need to try out his new superpowers as soon as possible. Listen to what happened:
Faggot, magic is already happening!
Today, at the gym, I saw a shy little guy I’d seen before, who sometimes asks me for advice and often looks at me with admiration. I didn’t have any water, so I snapped my fingers and said “Water!” and he handed me his bottle. When I said “Clean up!”, he wiped the machine I was using with his towel. He followed me throughout my session, obeying my every command! I loved it! He stayed silent, only saying “Thank you, Sir! As you wish, Sir!”.
This really turned me on, so I made him follow me into the changing rooms and individual showers. He soaped me up and sucked me off in the shower! He was so adorable, looking at me with his submissive and pleading eyes. He swallowed it all, like Vincent does. Then he helped me get dressed, just like he was my valet!
I asked him where he lived and when he’d be back at the gym next time. He lives a few blocks from me. I think I’ll enjoy seeing him again. I don’t even know his name! I didn’t bother to ask him, I just called him “boy”. I don’t care, for now, he can just be “slave #2”.
I am SO THRILLED to be born A KING ! I’m happy there are guys like you, born to serve me! Are there a lot of you? Gosh, I would fucking love to have many regular servants at my beck and call.
Just writing this stuff makes me horny. I’m going to have Vincent take care of that. He seems to really love my manly juice.
What an incredible application of Alpha power! You can understand why Master David is so flushed with excitement and awe at what he can do now! He can now fearlessly and confidently walk up to anyone he identifies as a faggot and use it for whatever he desires!
I’ve discussed the concept of “Alpha Ascension” before, and it’s very real. That’s what is happening to Master David right now. He’s becoming greater than anything he could’ve been before without faggots!
All of this power and dominance and worship is available to him because he’s developed that Third Eye! To any other straight (or gay) Alphas, this power can be yours, too! Like Master David, you must be willing to tear down the barriers that enclose you and embrace the fullness of what nature meant for you1
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Becoming A King
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
On tonight’s podcast episode I made one really bold assertion regarding the mushrooming experiences of Master David: faggots are the key to making a straight Alpha even more powerful than other Alphas, more powerful than any ordinary Man that has ever lived.
How do they do it? Well, faggots worship and serve without question or expectation of reward. They humbly accept whatever violence or aggression that comes from serving powerful Men. They obediently follow commands verbal or otherwise without argument.
They treat a Man as he was meant to be treated: as the image of God.
Now, a straight Alpha can get some of that through owning/using faggots financially and domestically, but it’s in the sexual use of faggots that deeper levels of power are achieved. Why? Because it’s through the sexual use of a faggot that a straight Alpha realizes he’s honestly above all of the labels constraining lesser Men. They realize they can literally have anything they desire on command for the rest of their life.
That’s where Master David is now.
After his startling discovery of faggot blowjobs, I knew he wasn’t stopping. So I waited impatiently for a follow-up to that first night. And when it came, it didn’t disappoint:
This morning, I had my morning wood, and when I woke up I went straight to Vincent’s room to force his mouth on my dick. Once gain, he thanked me a lot. Then, I just felt like spitting on him and calling him my bitch. Again, he thanked me. Later, I pissed on him. You know what he did? Yeah, you’re damn right. He thanked me.
I just can’t believe I masturbated the first time. Such an idiot. Fucking a submissive throat is just so good, and so manly. I think I’ll never have to jerk off alone. It’s better to ejaculate on or inside someone else!
I fucking love how much Vincent is willing to please me. No matter how harsh I am on him, he keeps crawling back to me, begging to serve me more! Are you faggots just genetically designed to be slaves? That’s crazy. And hot.
You can sense the wild-eyed wonder swirling inside Master David as his world opens up into a new reality! The knowledge that inferiors will not only serve him regardless of his extreme desires, but they’ll also do it with deep respect and gratitude! Even pissing on a faggot like Vincent doesn’t stop him from serving! That’s pure power!
But then Master David mentions something very important, a discovery that underscores exactly what I’ve always said about straight Alphas who use faggots sexually. Notice this discovery:
I’m starting to notice other’s people submissive behavior with me. Lowering their eyes, deferring to me, praising me… I wonder which other people I could have kiss my feet and slave away for me like Vincent does now. Guess I’ll only know if I try!
I am more and more feeling like an actual King.
This is the Third Eye of Hierarchy, a kind of second sight that allows a straight Alpha to see through the facades and phony personas adopted by inferiors to protect themselves. Instead, their vulnerabilities and submissive natures are openly-exposed by this second sight, and suddenly the straight Alpha sees he can use anybody anywhere at anytime.
That’s Master David tonight. He’s growing more powerful, more unconquerable, more unstoppable.
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This post is part of a thread following a faggot in California named Danny who slowly discovered his faghood and has begun serving a straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I really wish more people appreciated the great courage of true faggots who make themselves available for service (even at great risk to themselves) and then do whatever it takes to deeply submit to their Alphas. Nothing about being a faggot is easy. From the search, to the submission, to the day-to-day requirements of service … Everything is surrendered to fulfill this compulsion baked into the DNA of every faggot.
Unlike many stupid Alphas who call faggots “worthless” or “stupid”, I instead celebrate my faggot brothers who bravely follow their hearts and debase themselves completely for the sake of serving a Man. I have found great fulfillment in my life from doing that, and these other outstanding faggots are discovering the same thing.
One such example to be celebrated is a 27-year-old faggot from California named Danny. He has come a long way over those years, suffering some trauma, while coming to accept his undeniable faghood. He was kind enough to share his incredible story of finally finding a true straight Alpha to serve.
I’ve been following your site for a while, and wanted to share with you my journey to becoming a fag.
I’ve always been socially submissive, and I’ve always known that I have a thing for dominant, confident men. I grew up in Dublin, Ireland, and as a kid I always hung out with older, rougher boys. I wanted to impress them. At the time I thought that I wanted to be like them, though looking back I think even then I knew that I wanted something different to that.
I’ve never wanted a boyfriend and until fairly recently have lived as a straight man. But since high school I’ve looked at guys and wondered what it would be like to be with them. And I’ve often found myself deferring to guys that I admire.
It wasn’t until I was at college that anything happened sexually with guys. I had three roommates, and we had only been living together for a few weeks. We barely knew each other really. One evening we got high, we talked about sex, we watched porn, one thing led to another, and it ended up become intensely sexual. It’s hard to say who actually led it. It was as if it was in the air, and it was inevitable. I think one of the guys was gay, and he was pushing for it to happen, but I was entirely willing. I allowed myself to be talked into it. It was a rush. It felt taboo but it felt safe. The other guys were constantly asserting their heterosexuality, and the whole thing felt like it wasn’t really that big of a deal. But I was acutely aware that I was the one who was being the most submissive. And as things progressed I was performing oral, while the other gradually just watched. I ended up giving head to the three of them.
After, things seemed different between us all. We acted as though everything was the same, but they treated me differently, kept their distance. We never spoke about it. But several weeks later it happened again, and then again. Each time was the same. I gave head. I swallowed. And after, we pretended like nothing had happened. I think a couple of them were a little freaked out by it, and to the end of the semester we decided, for different reasons, to live with other people. I was partly relieved, partly disappointed.
I thought about it a lot, and I went into chat rooms, and had phone sex with guys, but for the next couple of years at college I didn’t do anything else in person. In my junior year, though, I felt I really needed to do something with a guy or I would go crazy. I met a couple of guys through apps, though the sex didn’t really satisfy me. I wanted more, or different, I just didn’t know what. In my senior year I ended up going to an adult store. I’m not sure why I did it, or how long I’d been thinking about doing it. My plan was that my first time I’d just watch people come and go, see how things worked. But I ended up sucking dick through a glory hole. When I was done, I saw the guy hurry away. I liked how seedy it was, how dirty it made me feel, but also how good it felt to give guys what they needed. I became a regular there. I still had a girlfriend at the time, and was still deeply ashamed and didn’t really understand what it was that I needed, or wanted. But it felt like it filled a need in me, and it was mostly anonymous.
Then, one night, I was followed out of the store, and I was raped in the parking lot.
It was the first time I’d been fucked by a man. He was older, maybe in his 40s, and I was 21 at the time. He was bigger than me, but I could have put up more of a fight. I was an athlete and was in shape, but I just sort of let it happen. Looking back, I think I knew it would happen eventually. I must have wanted it. As he was fucking me, he kept telling me that he’d been watching me, that I’d sucked him before, and swallowed him, that I was a faggot and a whore, that he knew what I was for. He kept telling me that he knew I wanted it. The guy had a friend there who didn’t get involved, just watched and, I guess, kept a look out. Through most of it I kept looking at him, and I remember wondering what he thought of me, and imagining what he was seeing. A college fag getting raped by a bigger guy. I remember the guy cumming in me. He tensed up, grunted, and pumped into me. I was shocked by it. I had a profound sense that something had changed in me. After it was over I kept replaying the moment in my head that he came, and thought ‘a guy came in me, a guy came in me…’
When he left I got into my car and sat there for what seemed like hours. I was shaking. I went home, and my girlfriend had dropped by, which she sometimes did. I said I’d been at work and she had no reason to think I was lying. I tried to keep it together. I went and had a shower, and I started to jerk off thinking about what had just happened. I felt ashamed, I felt confused, but mostly I felt that I had to keep it to myself. Me and my girlfriend had sex that night. I was mostly thinking about the guy who had been watching.
I stopped going to the adult store, but I kept thinking about the assault pretty much every time I jerked off. I eventually told someone online – a guy I spoke to regularly in a chat room – and it was the first conversation I had with someone who recognized that, maybe I was a faggot, that I had wanted it, that I had enjoyed it, that I had invited it, and that maybe I needed to serve an alpha. He explained that I was in denial about what I was, but that I was unconsciously putting myself in situations where I might get used, and that I was starting to wake up to who I am.
So I started looking for alphas to use me. Over the next months, I met with many dominant guys who used me, though I didn’t really serve anyone as a faggot. One that I met with took me a couple of times to a fuck club. The first time I mostly watched, though we went into a dark room where he watched me suck cock at a line of glory holes. The next time we went he expected more of a show from me, and invited men to fuck me. I was new meat, just barely out of college and so I got a lot of attention. It was exhausting and overwhelming, but I did everything I was expected to do. It confirmed to me that I was made to be used, but it was purely physical – and it didn’t completely satisfy me. It didn’t hit the spot that I needed to be hit.
Then Master Matthew happened.
He had moved into an apartment right across the street from me. He seemed a bit bookish, and nerdy, was around my age (I was 25 at this point), but he was taller than me, and was obviously in remarkably good shape. I saw him around several times, running, on his bike, at the grocery store, and I was drawn to him immediately. I felt excited whenever I saw him around, and I started trying to work out his schedule so that we might pass in the street. I became a little obsessed. I watched his apartment for signs of when he was home, when he might be alone. I tried to work out what his life was. I imagined going to him and offering myself to him.
He had a girlfriend, and a pretty eclectic mix of friends. Some jock types, some nerd types, mostly straight, some gay. He had surf friends, and would surf often in the morning. I noticed that he would usually leave his wetsuit over a rail by his apartment to dry. One night while it was still out there I decided to go smell it. I got on my knees and licked the crotch, inside and out. I imagined that the salty taste was his cum. I got a rush on the idea of being caught.
I thought about him all the time.
My online friend suggested that I leave a note, offering myself to him. So I did. I didn’t identify myself, but said that I was a young straight guy (I was still telling myself that), that I lived close and that I had seen him around. I said that I had experience from my college days of regularly giving head to my roommates. I said that if he wanted a no-strings arrangement, that I would be more that willing to do that for him, no reciprocation necessary. I guess I was trying to sound more like a regular bro and less like a faggot, so as not to put him off. I left a number on the note.
I slipped the note in his mailbox. And waited.
Several days later, I got a text asking ‘who is this?’
I knew it was him. I felt sick, I felt excited. I was terrified I would fuck it up! I said I lived close to him. I told him I was serious. Asked if there was anything he wanted to know. He was very careful not to show any signs of acknowledging having interest, and had a tone that he didn’t quite believe what I was telling him, and thought it was a prank. But he didn’t shut me down, and kept leaving openings for me to carry on talking. We texted back and forth for a couple of hours. Eventually, though, he stopped responding.Then a few days later, he asked again ‘so, who are you?’ He wanted to know specifically. I said I was nervous to tell him. But he insisted, so I told him my name and everything he needed to be able to identify me. He asked for a picture. I thought, fuck it. So I sent one. There was a long silence. I was dying. Then he texted that he’d seen me around. He asked where I lived. I said I lived literally across the street from him. Then, silence again.
Almost a week later, he texted again. He asked where I was. I was in a bar with a couple of friends. He said he wanted to know if it was really me, and not someone pretending. He wanted me to take a picture of myself in the bar. It was tricky with my friends being there, but I did it. Then he said he wanted to see me in the street outside his apartment. My heart stopped. He wasn’t saying that something might happen, but it felt like that’s what he meant. I said I would get an uber and be there in 20 minutes. He didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure if that was too long for him. I made my excuses and left my friends. I was standing outside his apartment about 15 minutes later. I texted him to say I was outside. There was the longest pause, and I thought maybe I’d blown it. Then he texted and told me to come to the door.
It was kind of late, and I’d had a few drinks. I was doing my best to be present and act sober. He let me in. I could smell weed. I was so fucking nervous, and I think he was too. He was in sweats and a tshirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but I was trying to act normal. He asked if I wanted a beer, I said no, yes, no, sure, are you having one? Sure. We made some polite chit chat. He asked how long I’d lived in the area, what I did for work. General stuff. I was trying not to just drop to my knees and beg for his cock.Then he took out the note that I had left for him. He still had it, folded up. He asked if it was for real. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I said it was. He handed me the note and told me to read it out loud. It was excruciating, saying it all, but I did it. It sounded so dumb saying it again. But I was rock hard. He asked how it started with my roommates, so I told him the bare bones of what had happened. He asked if I liked sucking cock. I said I did. It was such a fucking rush, telling this guy who knew who I was that I liked doing it. He asked questions, were those guys gay, how many times did I do it, did we kiss, did anyone else know about it, did I swallow. I answered.
Then he asked me if I had sucked for other guys. I decided to be honest, and I ended up telling him about going to the adult store to suck dicks. I was scared that would put him off me, but I wanted him to see me for who and what I was. He didn’t seem to care. He asked if I had a girlfriend, I said I did. He asked how many dicks I had sucked. I said I wasn’t sure. He laughed. He asked if my gf had any idea about me. I said I hoped not.
Then there was a long pause. We were both a bit embarrassed. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to make the first move. So I asked if he wanted me to suck him. He asked if I wanted to. I said yes. He asked me how much I wanted it, and I said very much. He told me to ask him if I could. So I did. Then he told me to get on my knees, and ask again. So I did. I got on my knees and asked him if I could suck his dick. He nodded and said ‘ok’.
He was wearing sweats, and he got me to pull them down. His cock is perfect. I gasped when I saw it. Thick, cut, and bigger than me. He wasn’t hard, but he was on the way. I kissed it. Felt the heat of it on my face. He told me to look up at him. So I did, and stared into his eyes as I took him in my mouth and made him hard. It felt so right. Like coming home. The smell, the taste of a man, the feel of a firm cock in my mouth.
He said nothing. He just let me suck. As he got close to cumming, he held me on him and he fucked my mouth some. And then he came. He came a lot and he came hard. I swallowed. It tasted like heaven. Then he was like, okay, cool, you should go. So I left.
The following day it happened again. He texted, I went to his apartment, we talked a little, he got me to ask to suck him, he let me, and I swallowed for him.
The following week we met several times.
I decided to be bolder.
I texted him and told him that I was prepared to do literally anything for him. I sent him some links to things about fags and alphas, mostly your posts. He went quiet for a few days and didn’t respond to any of that stuff. Then a couple of weeks later he texted out of the blue and told me to come over. It was the same deal, me giving him head. He was on the couch, I was kneeling, sucking him. And then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ I nodded. I carried on.
The next time I went over, he had me clean his apartment.
Over the next few weeks he started testing me, to see what I would do. How far I would go. He made me do errands. One night he sent me to pick up food for him and some friends he had over. I delivered it to his door and he acted like he didn’t know me. I went home and jerked off.
One night I was over, he asked me if I had been fucked. We actually hadn’t discussed it before. And he wanted me to tell him about my first time. so I told him about the rape. He’s the only person I’ve ever actually talked to about it. He seemed interested, he asked questions. He asked specifically what the guy had said to me, what he’d called me. It was difficult recounting it all, but he pressed me to tell him everything about it, and he waited until I had. Then he wanted me to tell him about other experiences, so I told him about the fuck clubs.
I was a bit shaken up by telling him everything. I felt pretty raw. He said ‘You want cock in you?’ I said yes. He told me to ask for it, so I asked for it. He said no.
About two weeks later was the first time he fucked me. When we did it, I was on the floor on my hands and knees. I was naked. He was kneeling behind me, mostly clothed. At first he was quiet. Then he said ‘you like that, faggot?’ That phrase is like his way in, I think. I said I did. He said I was a faggot. I agreed. He told me to say it. I said ‘I’m a faggot’. He told me to call him sir. I did. Then he was saying other things. I didn’t realize at first, but he was repeating the things that had been said to me when I was raped. ‘You’re a whore’ ‘This is what you’re for, faggot’ It was only when he said ‘I’ve been watching you’ that I realized what he was doing. I couldn’t help it, I just said ‘oh my god’, and I started to cry. I tried not to let him see, but he realized. ‘You crying faggot?’ ‘You liked being raped, didn’t you, that’s why you were there’
‘Yes’
‘Yes what, faggot?’
‘Yes sir’
He came in me. He cums hard. When he cums in my mouth, I really feel the power of it. But when he came in my ass I was convinced I could feel it hitting
my insides. I felt his cock pulse with each shot, too.He pulled out. ‘Jesus’. He looked at me with what seemed like surprise and disgust. Like he was seeing what I was and really understanding it. ‘Fuck’. I moved to get up, he told me to stay where I was. He went to take a piss. I was still on all fours. He came back and stared at me. He laughed to himself. ‘Faggot’. He leaned down to look me in the face ‘Fucking faggot’. ‘Yes sir’ He laughed. ‘Kiss my feet’. I kissed his feet.
‘You’re nothing’.
He fucked me most of the times we met from then. The friendliness we’d had at the start faded away as he became more of an alpha with me, and he realized his power over me. I was in heaven. It was everything I had ever wanted. He ridiculed me, taunted me. He respected my time, and understood that I had a job (and a girlfriend still, for a while, though I eventually ended that). But when I was with him, I was his object. A fucktoy and a servant.
And then the pandemic happened.
For the first few weeks of the lockdown I could see he was home. But we already had an arrangement where it wasn’t my place to contact him. Eventually I did, to ask if he was okay and if he needed me to do anything. He simply said he was fine. So I waited. A few weeks in, I realized he was no longer at the apartment. I was worried he had moved. But his stuff was still there, so I guessed that he had moved in with his gf, or with his family, until the pandemic was over.
One night, around Thanksgiving, he texted me, telling me to beg for his cock. To beg to be fucked. So I did. I texted for an hour, over and over, stream of consciousness stuff, telling him he was a god, and I was nothing and that I wanted to please him and needed his manhood inside me. I thought that maybe he was going to tell me where he was and invite me over.
He eventually texted back ‘no’.
When vaccinations started, he moved back. And I waited. Eventually I got a text telling me to come over. He had me clean the place, go get groceries. He made me beg for his cock, but he didn’t touch me. He sent me home.
A few days ago he fucked me again for the first time since the pandemic started. He is, if anything, more alpha than before. He dominated me completely physically. Called me names. Made me call myself names. He had me stay naked in his apartment all day, and used me several times. He likes to get a little rough, not violent exactly. And he likes to pull me into the positions that he wants me to be in. One of the fucks was in his bedroom, which we don’t usually go into, but he wanted to fuck me in front of the mirror, so I could watch myself being used.
‘This is what you are, faggot. This is what you’re for’
‘Yes sir’
‘You’re mine’
‘Yes sir’
It’s true. It’s so fucking true.
I consider this documented experience to be The Blueprint, the exact way to come to a point of acceptance and then successfully offer oneself to the will of an Alpha. There are so many things right about what my dear brother Danny did along the way that it’s virtually impossible to comprehensively list all of the them. Here are some of my initial thoughts:
- Danny’s rape didn’t destroy him, but instead informed him. He used the experience to examine his own needs and then internalized it. Like my rape did with me, Danny used his rape to help him come to understand his own submissiveness.
- He experimented with various ways to satisfy his growing need to serve.
- He chose to find an Alpha to serve, found an Alpha, and despite the signs that he might not have success (like Master Matthew having a girlfriend) he took action and submitted anyway!
- When Master Matthew challenged him, Danny didn’t shrink back or lie. Instead, he humbly trusted that honesty and bravery would be safe with his new Master. He was right!
I cannot even come close to describing my pride. Danny is an absolute inspiration, and his Master Matthew is clearly an extraordinary straight Alpha of unstoppable and rapidly-growing power.
But it’s important to emphasize this important point: Danny’s case is not some unique and magical experience that happens once in a generation. This site is filled with experiences from faggots who followed the same pattern that Danny perfectly demonstrated here. It simply requires submissiveness, humility, persistence, and courage.
I certainly hope that Danny will continue to share the developments between him and his incredible Master! What an inspiration!
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A Straight Master Tries Faggot Throat!
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been such a privilege working with straight Master David, the young French King who approached me a while back about his roommate Vincent. Despite being straight, Master David suspected that Vincent was a faggot who could be owned by him and enslaved.
And sure enough, Master David followed my suggestions and managed to easily submit Vincent. Ever since, Master David has experimented with various aspects of faggot ownership. He’s really grown into an impressive and NATURAL owner of faggots, and he’s truly enjoyed everything he’s experienced as this faggot’s Owner.
Master David’s journey has been chronicled completely here, and one thing I will say about Master David is: he’s honest. He openly discusses what he enjoys about owning a faggot, as well as concerns he might have. He’s completely transparent and open to suggestion.
So over the last couple of weeks I’ve been talking to Master David about using his new faggot sexually. While I don’t think it’s necessary for a straight Alpha to do that, I do think it’s an avenue of worship and service that can really enhance an Alpha’s dominance without altering his sexual preference. I discussed with with Master David, and he was quite honest about his skepticism while also promising to “think about it.”
Well apparently the thinking is over! Master David did it!
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I finally gave it a try. Today I came home, Vincent greeted me, kneeling and kissing my shoes. As always it turned me on very much. And this time, I just decided to give in. I unzipped my pants and I put my hard dick into his mouth. And it was amazing.
I instinctively grabbed his head force him on my dick, something I barely dare to do with girls. He did not complain, quite the contrary. He choked, but when I released him, he quickly got back to the blow job. He sucked me off like his life depended on it. I loudly moaned in delight and it seemed to make him even eager. When I looked down to him, he was looking at me with such adoration in his eyes.
I grabbed his head with both my hands when I came into his mouth. He swallowed everything. He seemed exhausted, and told me in a pleading tone: “How was I, Master?” I told him he was a pretty good cocksucker, probably the best one to have ever sucked my cock. He kissed my balls while muttering “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you so much”. I was already getting a new hard-on! So I grabbed his head and forced him again on my cock until I came for the second time. He swallowed, thanked me again and again and kissed my feet.
He is cooking my dinner right now. I have a hard on just thinking of his eagerness to please me. I think I’m gonna feed him my cum again tonight.
You were right to encourage me to try. It was really, really good. And I don’t feel less of a man after this. Quite the opposite, actually.
INCREDIBLE!
I have preached this intrinsic Hierarchical truth from the mountaintops and until I’m blue in the face: straight Alphas use faggots for sex all the time, and it never makes them gay or changes their sexual preference!
What it DOES do is exactly what Master David mentions here: It makes the straight Alpha MORE POWERFUL! Suddenly the Alpha realizes that ALL humans exist to provide him pleasure and worship! He suddenly begins to understand how a King deserves to live: by being worshiped by ALL of his subjects!
Master David began his ascension, that process an Alpha goes through as he makes advancement in the use of his natural power. Using Vincent as his cocksucker is a huge leap forward in that process. It completely reprograms an Alpha’s mind and changes his worldview. Nothing can ever be the same!
I’m so proud of my glorious Master David! He’s a good, wise, and POWERFUL King!
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As you are aware, a couple days before Valentine’s Day, Declan took me to a very nice fancy restaurant. He really made me feel special.
We had decided not spend our day on February 14th and do it a couple days before. This would prevent the busy restaurants and the extra cost for going out on this day.
The next day, someone “bribed” my boyfriend and had me put in my place by kneeling and being used as a table for dinner. (The story can be found in a recent post on X.)
To summarize it, I was treated like a king one day, and then as his slave the next. He sure made me realize he loves me but then showed me that I’m also owned by him.
The following day, I woke up alone since he was gone to work. I woke up to roses by my pillow and rose pedals on the bed with a note:
“My dear Love,
Enjoy this day and know you are loved by me and that you belong to me forever!
You make my life better and I will be there for you.
Love D xxx”
I was excited and this made my morning!
Fast forward to me walking home from work, I had kept a gift bag at work and was walking home with it. I walked in and he greeted me with a great big hug and kiss. He was dressed up very nice.
I was still at the entrance of our home and after he kissed me he grabbed my hair and directed to my knees. He said:
“Smell! Does it smell good? Pull my cock out and put my cock in your mouth.”
I unzipped and I had to be gentle when taking his cock out since it was hard as a rock. I placed it in my mouth and he hit my hands away. I immediately placed my hands behind my back and sucked him for about 5 minutes until he pulled out and walked away.
I got up and was told to shower and get ready. In my head I was excited and thought he had planned a surprise night out for us and was instantly hard in my chastity.
Once I got out of the shower, he met me in the washroom and kissed me and grabbed my hand and walked me in the room.
I’m naked and only wearing a chain around my neck, ankle and my cock is locked in my chastity. He was dressed up to go out and I asked.
“What would you like me to wear tonight Declan?”
Declan: “Oh babe you are fine naked”
Seconds later I was thrown in the cage and the door was locked with a zip tag that had a serial number on it. Confused, I asked “What’s going on?”
Declan: “We still owe @BindMeTightly from X 12 hours of you in the cage and since we delayed it so much I thought he appreciate you being locked away on Valentine’s Day while I go out on a date.”
Me: “But it’s our day and who you going out with?”
As he is talking to me, he was opening my gift and saw that one of the gifts was a bottle of champagne. He got two glasses and pour each other some and handed me one through the bars of the cage.
Declan: “Cheers to you and me and our love!”
I drank my glass and he advised me that I would be locked in the cage for 12 hours and that he is going to meet a friend for dinner, drinks and a movie. He mentioned that his friend from Montreal arrived by train and wanted to spend the evening with him.
Declan: “I’m not locking the cage with a padlock for safety since I won’t be here. That means if the zip tag is tampered or broken I will be pissed and you will be punished because I will know since the tag has a serial number on it.”
He handed me a huge bottle of water, a McDonald’s bag of food that he hid from me earlier and a big jug to piss in if needed.
He made me kiss his cock through the bars and then spat on me and said “Have fun. I left a couple edibles in the McDonald’s bag for you to take if your bored.”
I spent the night watching movies on my phone. I believe I watched 3 movies on Netflix. I was so happy he left me food as I got the munchies later on from the weed edibles lol.
He would text me often and check up on me but wouldn’t say much.
The text he sent me while I was caged:
“Do you recognize this large cock? I doubt it. You once told me that you assumed he had a huge cock since his bulge looked so big while wearing jeans. Well I can confirm with you that it is large and very juicy and you would have loved to have tasted it!
I spent some time looking at chats and trying to investigate the cock he sent in the pic but I didn’t have any luck. it was a mystery cock.
I must of fell a sleep and woke up at 8am. I looked around and saw that he was sleeping in the bed. My cage door was still shut but I tried to open it. He must of added the pad lock when he got home and I didn’t wake up to it.
A note was placed by the cage door:
“I had a great time yesterday. I hope you did to! Haha
I know your 12 hours was done at 6am but I decided I wanted you to stay caged. Don’t wake me up and be a good little f@ggot/boyfriend prisoner and shut up until I wake up.
I emptied your piss jar since it was almost full.
Love D”
By 9:45am, he got up and walked to me and said: “Suck my cock and then I let you out”.
I sucked his cock through the bars and before he blew his load he pulled out of my mouth and shot all over me and the cage. He walked away and took a shower and left me locked in the cage. Half an hour after his shower, he unlocked the door and told me to get him a coffee.
Later that morning we went out for breakfast and once we got home he said “I took some cialis yesterday and I’m still hard. Get your ass in bed and have it available for me as I’m going to fuck a load in you.”
I can’t explain how excited and fulfilled once I get his DNA fucked in me. I love it! I live for it!
I love my Alpha boyfriend!
I don’t know what happened that night with him and that guy but all I know is that he is happy and that makes me happy! I’m sure the other guy is also happy to have worshipped and spent the evening with my boyfriend:
True story. The end.
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Reading time: 6 min
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Master Anthony’s Crisis And The Aftermath
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.
While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.
Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!
Here’s Fabien:
A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.
This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”
I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.
Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!
Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.
But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.
But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!
The effect on Fabien is also profound:
Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am.
I was really born for this.
Indeed you were, baby brother!
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The moment of feeding.
For an Alpha, it’s a moment not just of pleasure, but of power because his seed is being respected.
For a faggøt, it’s a moment of communion, blessings in the form of warm squirts of life from its god.
Do not deny the truth!
HierarchyIsTruth!
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