The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The most difficult help requests I receive from fags involve submitting to family members. Every time I’m asked for help with these, I’m filled with dread. I don’t want to give advice that leads a fag to be ostracized from a family home or into the hands of abusers.

It was even scarier when Kamal approached me about helping him submit to his straight Alpha uncle, because Kamal is Pakistani and that comes with extra baggage. However, I agreed to try and help because Kamal was so honest, open-hearted, and thoughtful. I felt he would have the best chance for success.

And sure enough, it was a success! As I reported last time, Kamal’s uncle, Master Farid, gladly accepted Kamal as his faggot!

I’ve been waiting on pins and needles ever since for the follow-up to this story (and frankly, so have my readers), but Kamal had some trouble getting it together to send … until now.

Just read his magnificent account, which blew away all of my expectations!

I am writing to you from a place I did not know existed until two days ago. I have tried to find other words to describe what has happened, but only yours suffice. The way your website describes certain things are just how i experinced them and there is an honesty in your writing, the refusal to hide the fact that there is much to lose, maybe a lot of pain along the way, but much to gain and to be oneself honestly for the first time is truly an experience without compare. I thank you for your cautious optimism and honesty.

The morning after Farid spoke the words that would restructure everything, I woke up and made my way down to breakfast in a daze. My aunt was there, speaking to him about some wedding in her family—her sister’s daughter, I think, or perhaps her cousin; the details dissolved in the heat of seeing Farid sitting there in a threadbare vest. She was asking him to attend the wedding and he was explaining, with that patient academic tone he uses, that his commitments at the university made it impossible. He offered instead to drive her to her sister’s place, which is a few hours away, and to spend a day or two there with her, which would allow him to explain his inability to attend the actual event to her family in person, and to give her more time with them so she could help with the preparations. As he told her this, he glanced at me quickly, and when I sat at the table he looked me in the eye without stopping his conversation with his wife, but I understood immediately from his gaze that he was lying. He had no academic obligations. The obligation that made his attendance impossible was me. He was buying us a fortnight alone together.

It was decided he and his wife would leave in a day or two, and I would not see him until he returned. The knowledge sat in my stomach like a stone, tense and heavy and radiant.

For the next few days, this tension shifted into something physical. Whenever we were alone and he involved himself with me—his hands on my skin, his mouth taking mine in the quiet hours when the house slept—he was overpowering and reticent simultaneously. Whenever I reached for more, he deftly side-stepped the request. When I asked to be fucked, he would simply touch me elsewhere or pull away with a calm smile that contained no refusal, only delay. He told me we must wait until his return. He spoke of the first time he would penetrate me as if it were something sacred, something he wanted us to be fully present for, without other cares. He said our first time would be something pivotal. “A fulcrum fuck?” I joked and he laughed, genuinely amused. I think that explains why I can’t remember the rest of that conversation. I tend to get lost in a euphoric haze when he’s happy with me.

Two days later, they left. The house emptied of everything but possibility, and I used that emptiness to prepare.

I had a professional full body wax so that I would be smooth for him, because I know he likes that. I also made sure I did some of the chores my aunt had been planning to do for him but had not been able to complete. I did his laundry and ironing perfectly, polished all his shoes that needed polishing, mended a few items of clothing that had lost a button or needed some trivial repair. My aunt and uncle had taken her car so that she would have it with her; my uncle was taking the train home. So I washed and detailed his car as best I could, working my hands into the leather until it gleamed with the same attention I wanted to give to him. Basically, I made sure that anything that had to do with him was perfect.

When my uncle returned, I was in class, so I could not welcome him home. But I made sure to cook his favorite meal for him, the one my aunt makes when she wants to thank him for something. When I returned to the house, he was waiting for me on the terrace. He embraced me warmly and kissed me. It was electric. It felt different than the kisses from when my aunt was there. This was deeper, more overwhelming, like he was not only there with me in the kiss but directing it, supporting it with his hands on my back, guiding my mouth open with a pressure he had not used on me before.

The air was warm and the jasmine smelled as it only can on the last night before it begins to wither—that particular intensity of something at the height of its bloom, aware of its own ending. A languid breeze paid its last respects and moved as if tethered to us, waiting for something to begin. He looked at me for a long time without speaking. His eyes moved over my face with a scrutiny that felt like reading.

Then he said: “I am going to fuck you now, Kamal. It will hurt, maybe even terribly. But I need you to feel the pain. I need it to destroy everything that’s only yours in you, the parts of you that can live without being mine. Or, I can stop and we can both walk away as we are.” I must have looked visibly distressed because he laughed and said, “But don’t worry, I won’t.”

His hands came up to hold my face and he kissed me again. It was a dominating, possessive kiss. When it ended he moved just an inch away and told me to leave him, to prepare and be ready when he called me.

During the hours between his words and the event, I prepared and whilst waiting in my room I read your text, Being Cunted. I marked the pages where you spoke of the proper mental state required for this transformation. For the first time, I understood from the inside what it meant to be prepared. I spent that afternoon in a state of profound stillness, accepting that whatever I believed myself to be until that moment was merely a placeholder for the truth you described. I sat in my room with the book open on my lap and felt my own consciousness thinning, becoming permeable, ready to be rewritten.

When the time came, he led me into his bedroom. Farid did not touch me at first. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. This lasted for what felt like ages, though it may have been only minutes—time had already begun to behave differently, stretching and contracting according to his attention. He stripped me slowly, his eyes moving over my body with clinical ownership, cataloging every inch he was about to claim. I stood before him naked and trembling, feeling every inch of my skin exposed to his judgment, my hands hanging useless at my sides because I understood that I was no longer permitted to cover myself.

“You are so beautiful.” he said. Then he came for me.

He arranged me on the bed, pushing me down onto my stomach without a word. He used his hand to open me, unravelling me with an aggressive patience that left no room for hesitation. His fingers worked with a deliberation that felt like surgery, like he was clearing a path through me. I felt the weight of him pressing me into the bed, the heat of his clothed body against my bare back. Then he took me.

“If it hurts, feel it.”

He fucked me with a controlled violence that I had never imagined possible. It was not chaotic; it was precise and overwhelming, each thrust delivered with a certainty that suggested he had always known exactly where I ended and he began. He used my body as if it were a tool designed specifically for his pleasure, driving himself deep into me again and again with a rhythm that felt inevitable. I felt my breath leave me, my lungs seizing as he found the depth he was searching for.

I felt something inside me let go. Not break—release. He fucked me past the point where I could track time or distance. I began to weep, and shake, my body convulsing with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere beneath my ribs. I was aware of being gone from myself, floating somewhere above the bed while my body remained pinned beneath him, still receiving, still being used. The room blurred into shadow and light. In that state of near-unconsciousness, using your word, I understood that I was being cunted. The knowledge arrived not as thought, but as sensation, a cellular recognition of what was being carved into me.

He finished inside me. He did not pull away immediately; he held me down with his full weight until I stopped gasping, shivering, trembling. But I continued crying. And he seemed okay with that.

He whispered quietly in my ear, telling me how proud he was of me, how I had proved him right to want me, how strong I was for never having asked him to stop, even when he hoped I would. He kissed me and I remember nothing more.

When I woke the next morning, I discovered The Void.

It is not a metaphor. It is a literal, physical location in my body—a singular point of ache situated low in my belly, just behind the pubic bone. It felt as if a piece of me had been scooped out and replaced with an ongoing hunger that could only be satisfied by him. This Void did not vanish when he left the room or when I returned to my normal life.

Days later, it is still there. I feel it while I am sitting in lectures at college, listening to professors speak about literature and history, my pen moving across the page while my body orients itself toward his absence. I feel it during meals with my friends, as I smile and talk about mundane things, the conversation flowing around me while I remain anchored to this ache. It is an ongoing bodily reminder of the only man who can make me feel whole, the only one who has ever owned me.

My outward life has become a performance. I speak to friends, submit my work to smiling professors, I attend dinners, I laugh at jokes that float aimlessly through the air, but it is all an act, a performance by someone who no longer exists. The Kamal they think they know is gone; he was happily and willingly remade in the shape of Farid’s desire.

I want to say to you also that I could not have understood what was happening to me without your writing. Your words provided the only interpretive frame that made my mental state possible. Without them, I might have tried to categorize this event through the lens of romance or simple lust, and it would have remained elusive and its moment unknown. You gave me the vocabulary to accept the transformation as a revelation of what always was, waiting beneath the surface of who I pretended to be.

Now, when the ache becomes unbearable during the day, I return mentally to a specific sensory anchor: the smell of jasmine in furious bloom upon a warm beating breeze just before he spoke to me. That is where the shift began. That is where I left myself behind.

It is impossible for me to ever tell my family what has happened or who I have become. They see a dutiful son and student; they do not see the faggot who carries Farid’s seed inside him as a permanent mark of ownership. They do not see The Void. They do not see me.

But you do. And because of you, Farid does.

Thank you.

Kamal.

I almost had tears in my eyes reading this account the first time. The events described are so glorious, and Kamal’s expressive depictions of both the physical and emotional elements of his cunting (as well as The Void) are spectacular. I’m practically speechless.

What Master Farid did to Kamal is not easy, especially upon deflowering, but Master Farid did manage to cunt Kamal on the first fuck. It makes me wonder if Master Farid has owned/used fags in the past. If he hasn’t, then Master Farid has an innate understanding of how a faggot is to be used and claimed! As I’ve said before, Alphas have these instincts … but they don’t always act on them.

I chuckled when Kamal described The Void perfectly. I wasn’t expecting that additional perspective, but Kamal’s entire journey into true faghood through cunting and voiding is one of the most complete documents I’ve ever read. It’s a masterpiece!

Fags, read it again and again. This can be the result if you act in honesty, faith, and courage! Straight Alphas are out there willing to own you and give you experiences like this. You’ll never know the satisfying completion of purpose that Kamal feels now unless you try!

To my dear Kamal, thank you for sharing this with me and for trusting me! I think you’re beautiful inside and out, and I can’t wait to hear more of your discoveries as your Master Farid trains you and takes you deeper into your submission!

I love you, Kamal!

Always,

sam the faggot

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!

One of the most significant developments in the life of Master Jase since I’ve known him occurred a few months ago when he revealed to me he was dating another Alpha.

I wasn’t expecting this development at all. Master Jase has always seemed so complete and satisfied that adding a significant other seemed superfluous. I also wondered how any partner could handle his overwhelming power and need to conquer all flesh.

But the answer, it seems, was quite simple: Master Jase needed another God Alpha as a partner! He’s found that in his relationship with Master Dylan.

Master Jase felt compelled to tell me more about this deepening relationship, and how it is changing him.

I want to share the ever growing love and bond between my boyfriend and I. It’s such an intense, mutual, complex blend of respect, competition, pride, and love with and for each other. There’s always an underlying rivalry, but we push each other to become stronger and better than we are.

It’s hard to imagine having two god Alphas side by side in a romantic relationship, but it works. Between us, we don’t question who’s stronger, who’s more dominant, who commands, because they’re irrelevant. I already know Dylan’s a powerful Alpha in his own right, and him to me.

It’s our mutual choice that makes our love that much more powerful. And I feel there’s no better sign of alpha masculine strength than sharing a bond and love with someone at that peak of alphahood.

That’s not to say we don’t compete. It’s almost like our own love language. Just this past weekend, amongst a selection of our fags and sluts, there was an unspoken contest on who could fuck the hardest, the fastest, last the longest. Whose fag would be moaning and begging the most, whose cunting was the most extreme.

You wouldn’t be able to understand the sheer thrill behind that contest. We’re both breeder dom alphas, and we fucked through each fag and slut multiple times until they were delirious and exhausted, and by the end, there was no victory as both stood, still hard and mighty, with a roomful of completely wasted fags.

My favourite moment was when we would ‘rest’ side by side, and we would have three or four fags worshipping our mighty cocks or massaging our sweaty pumped bodies. And we would talk about the faggots, about how good this fag’s cunt was, how he screamed better when my cock was in him, how another fag’s eyes would roll more while Dylan was hammering him.

There’s also our rivalry between sports. It’s rugby final season here, and both of us support different teams. Lots of banter and shit talking, and when a game is being watched, there’s always one fag on each of our cocks nursing and keeping us hard and ready while we shit talk one another. Then whoever’s team wins gets their choice of the two fags to fuck first. Pleased to say my team has won most of their games, so Dylan has had to accept my sloppy seconds after I’ve done cunting out my fag over many hours.

And then there’s the hot intense respect for our own physical prowess. My supremacy in boxing and combat sports and rugby, and his in swimming and weight lifting. There’s nothing hotter than one bout I had where after I solidly pummelled my opponent into a daze, I look out and see Dylan looking back with an intense gaze of pride, lust and approval. The same for me when I see him weightlifting and out lifting much heavier guys. The fucks after with a shared fag or two have been the most intense and vigorous. It’s such an exciting bond that we love the raw brutal physicality that embodies both of us.

I can only imagine my alphahood has only grown, now that I’m in a relationship that values and reinforces my values and power. The trail of faggots and sluts who have increasingly submitted and blissed out on the end of my cock and through my domination in their lives is only telling of that.

It’s showed me that alphas can not only love one another, but inspire each other to be stronger, better, more powerful, and more dominant than before. My faggots and sluts have all felt the difference, they tell and thank me for the far more intense experience everytime I cunt them out.

The interchange of power Master Jase describes between him and Master Dylan is as ancient as the Bible, which reads at Proverbs 27: 17: “As iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens his friend.” One can easily see how our greatest Alphas deeply benefit through such relationships with each other.

But notice the important role faggots play in the life of a God Alpha couple. Their personal faggots and others are used and shared with each other to enhance both of them. It’s as if Masters Jase and Dylan are sharing a meal of faggots and enjoying the camaraderie and reverie of using them together. Master Jase says this outright at one point, highlighting how their admiration for each other’s power grows with each faggot conquered, cunted, and bred.

There’s no way a faggot can ever understand the subtle complexities of Alpha coupling. We simply are not made to know it. The secrets and discoveries and unleashed primal power arising from Alpha coupling is something reserved for the greater Alpha fraternity.

However, I thank Master Jase for giving us a peek behind the curtain so we can appreciate the depth of wisdom and order built into hierarchy!

The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I spent a semester abroad in Italy the summer I finally understood what I was.

I was twenty-something, soft, eager, and quietly starving for something I didn’t have a name for yet. Near the end of term a very handsome 41-year-old man—recently divorced, taking a month in a little villa in the countryside—invited me to stay with him for a week. I said yes without hesitation.

When I stepped off the train and saw him waiting, the first thought that hit me was how beautiful he looked in the late-afternoon light. Handsome as the sun. I wasn’t scared. I was excited.

The second we were alone in the car he told me to get on my knees. He needed to cum. I did it right there, like a good fag, and swallowed every drop. That was only the appetizer.

After dinner and a shower the real week began. Every time his cock got hard—which was often—he used me. He’d be watching television and I’d lean over, get him hard with my mouth, then climb into his lap so he could push inside me. He decided early on that all of his cum belonged in my ass. No waste. No exceptions. By the end of each day I was carrying at least five of his loads inside me, sometimes more. Thick, heavy, leaking out of me whenever I stood or sat.

He was powerful—not cruel, not mean, just overflowing with power. He knew exactly what he wanted and he took it. Spit ran down my chin while I sucked him. Cum filled my hole until it was overflowing. Once a day he would stand over me in the bathroom or the garden and piss on me, warm and deliberate, marking me. I trusted him completely. I never flinched. I opened my mouth when he told me to, tilted my head back, and let it run down my chest and stomach. Spit, piss, and cum—every single day. And I enjoyed every single moment of it.

A couple of days in, something shifted. He had me on my back on the couch, legs folded open, driving into me with slow, heavy thrusts while the television murmured in the background. My little soft dick was bouncing uselessly against my stomach. Then the pressure inside me built past the point I could control. My whole body started shaking. My hole clenched hard around him. And without a single touch to my cock I began to cum—clear, helpless spurts pulsing out of my limp dick while he kept fucking me through it.

I looked up at him, dazed, still shaking. He looked down at me and something changed in his eyes.

It wasn’t just arousal. It was recognition. Pure, sudden alpha epiphany. He saw my body betraying itself for him—saw that his cock alone was enough to make a fag cum without permission—and the knowledge hit him like a drug. His thrusts got deeper, more possessive. He growled under his breath, almost laughing, and kept pounding me while I twitched and leaked, completely undone. From that moment on he knew exactly what he was. He started calling himself my alpha out loud, and I felt how true it was.

The rest of the week was the same pattern: his cock in my hole whenever he wanted it, load after load left inside me, the daily shower of his piss, the constant taste of his spit and cum. Every night after he’d finished he’d hold me, stroke my hair, tell me I’d done well. He was sweet about it. He took care of me because he knew I had given myself completely to his power.

Sunday came and I had to leave. He said a friend would drive me to the station. On the way the friend asked if I’d had a good time. I said yes, then admitted I was uncomfortable sitting.

“How so?”

I told him the truth about the week—the five loads a day, the piss, the way my hole stayed open and full, the way I came hands-free just from being used. He laughed, soft and knowing, and said, “Ti ha rotto il culo.” (“He broke your ass.”) Then he pulled over, parked on the side of the road, and told me to lean over. “That’s your job,” he said. I knew he was right. I opened my mouth and did it.

After he finished he didn’t let me sit back up right away. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, looking down at me while I wiped my mouth.

“You’re really a faggot,” he said, almost gently. “Look at you. With that culo rotto you’ll never go back. You’re a fag for the rest of your life now. You better get used to serving real men like us.”

He said it again when he started the engine, quieter this time, like he was simply confirming something obvious. And once more when he dropped me at the station, leaning out the window:

“Remember what I told you. You’re done pretending. Serve real men.”

I didn’t argue. I just nodded, still tasting him, still leaking the week’s worth of cum, and felt how true every word was.

When the summer ended and I was back home I understood something permanent: how right it felt to be a fag, and how much certain men enjoy the power of using one. That week in the Italian countryside became my private reference point. The secret I carry. And whenever I meet a man who recognizes what I am, it still works the same way.

I was cunted that summer. There was spit and piss and cum, and I loved every second of it. And it was fantastic.

Yours,  Mr. Fag

One of my proudest achievements with this site has been the description, naming, and categorization of CUNTING. When it happened to me the first time, I didn’t have any resources to fall back on to help me understand it. Once I finally did on this site, I was deluged by faggots asking me questions and sharing their experiences with it. Today, there simply is no other resource online that contains the wealth of information and real-life experiences than this site.

Mr. Fag’s experience shows just how powerful that experience can be! This was essentially his revelation, the moment he left whatever his life was before and embraced a new truth. It’s beautifully-written, but more importantly, it’s honest. I want all faggots to experience this transformation for themselves!

I also want Alphas to appreciate the power they have to enact this life-changing transformation in faggots. Armed with their Alpha cocks and their Alpha dominance, they are able to pound a new reality into a faggot and force a most dramatic transformation. It’s beautiful in many ways, most of all the fact that cunting cements real ownership for the life of the faggot.

There simply is nothing more powerful than the cunting of a faggot by an Alpha in all of hierarchy. It practically defines hierarchy. I hope every Alpha and every faggot can experience it for themselves!

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

The recent series of posts from a married beta-sub named Pete have caused quite a bit of commotion on X and the Hierarchy University Discord. People are rightly shocked by the details of underage Alphas being taught by their Alpha grandfather to use their father Pete as their shared faggot. It definitely takes the hierarchical paradigm to its most extreme conclusion.

I’ve been called an extremist by some in how I apply hierarchical principles (maybe that’s why I keep getting cancelled across platforms!), but I generally take a pragmatic viewpoint when it comes to some of the more extreme cases I’ve encountered overthe years. Hell, if I sat around prudishly rejecting distasteful stories, we wouldn’t learn as much as we’ve been able to about hierarchical mechanics! And this site has always put a higher premium on education than porn (even though there’s plenty of that here as well).

Pete has a few things to chare in this latest update, including the now-infamous cunting he received by his father in front of his sons. Let’s get into it:

Looking back, my dad had been manipulating everything, but in a good and beneficial way for my boys and for me. He saw what I was and decided to bring it out and strengthen it.

They boys were often naked, and not shy about jacking off. My youngest son used to tell me to do it, too. Show them. I didn’t. Until my dad was over and Danny, the youngest, told me to jack myself off. I wasn’t going to, never planned to. Then my dad told me to. To show them. I could have refused or left the TV room but I didn’t.  My dad drew attention to how my chest was getting flushed, and my nipples getting hard. My balls pulling up. I clearly remember and have thought often of my dad says, “look at his little dick. Most men, me, you boys have fistful cocks. But with a little teeny dicky like that he can only two fingers. But don’t make fun of it or look down on it. Men, real men, are always attracted to little willies. Men with little willies are generally hornier than most men and they generally cum over and over again, especially through their bottoms.”

When I came in my hand Dad pointed out how much there was and that it was potent. It made the three of them.

Dad told me to rub my cum on my dick and rub it like a clit, open palmed and flat fingers. He had me rub it until I came again, and he showed them how my cum was less and not as thick. He spit on my hand and told me to rub it again until I came. This time he had me lift one leg up on the ottoman and pulling my cheeks apart he showed them how my hole was opening and closing. He told them that this was how cunts got ready to be fucked. He fingered around my hole. When I came again, I showed them as told, and as told ate it all up.

For the next little while my youngest became obsessed with my hole. He kept telling me show him. He began to finger it. My dad showed him how to rub across my hole, through my taint and over my balls and dick and then back.

He would always tell my sons that I had a perfect mancunt, super fuckable. The oldest two were interested but not as intense as Danny and not as interested in playing around with my hole. They like to watch. They liked to jack me off and play around with my dick.

Finally Dad said that it was time to go all the way. That the boys needed to learn how to use other guys to fuck and to save girls for “making love”, “when you’re serious.” Fucking is good for men, but they needed be smart.

He told the boys to strip and to come to the master bedroom. He had me douche out and then lie back across the bed with my butt on the edge and my legs down.

Dad had the two oldest boys stand on either side of me and to lift my legs up and back and out. Dad showed the boys how to open up a mancunt with fingers, lub and spit. Rubbing around and as it begins to open to slip a finger in then more.

“Men you’re going to own, men that are going to be your fuck bitches, like your dad, need to have the man fucked out of him. You’ve got to fuck the man out.”

It was a hard, brutal, domineering, man-breaking fuck.

All three boys fucked him in turn, according to age, oldest first. I was fed my cum and theirs that dad had me push out.

My youngest son fucks me a lot. He’s started ejaculating and his boy cock is growing and thickening.

My dad has taken over the master bedroom and stays over a few nights a week. He’s taken over. My mom has told me several times how glad she is that he gets to participate in raising to boys. She also has said that she’s happy that I am keeping him satisfied. I don’t know what she knows, suspects, or what Dad may have told her.

Dad has three fuck modes. Sometimes somewhat gentler but always dominating. Sometimes pounding to work stress out. Sometimes me on my back, legs back and spread, with insisted eye contact when he fucks the man out.

My brother and I have always been close. He’s more like my dad. More dominant and much better hung than I am and much like my dad’s. We hang out together like we always have. We’ve always been good friends, but now we will casually fuck. He fucks me. We might be watching a game and he’ll say, “want to?” And he fucks me. I know his son messes around with my boys some.

Last year, before Thanksgiving I was in the gym sauna with three buddies, friends for years. Our kids are all around the same age. So, we are sitting there chatting and one of the guys blurts out, “I got fucked. A guy fucked me.” All being straight guys we caught our breath until one guy said, “bullshit.” We sat there, looking at our feet, and one of the guys said, “are you gay?” “No. No. Nothing like that. It sort of just happened.”

He told us how he was getting a massage by the masseuse that we’ve all used. He said it was just like always. He’d worked his way up and down his body back then front and then told him to flip onto his stomach. He began to rub from his shoulders down to his calves then back up but the eventually began to really work his glutes. My friend said that it felt great and admitted that he began to moan in pleasure. Eventually he began to work up and down to crack and then focus on the hole and my friend said that it felt great and even better when he slid a finger in.  He said it was amazing. Then the masseuse pulled him back, ass up and chest pushed to the table and my friend felt the man’s tongue joining his fingers. “Then he fucked me. It just slid in. It was amazing, maybe the best sex I’ve ever had.”  We were stunned. But then I said that I’d been fucked to. Pretty much the same scenario (I lied) and I really liked it. A couple of days later we rented a motel room. We have been fucking around ever since. I’m the only guy that only bottoms. With these guys I learned to love to suck cock and really like it. All of us still consider our selves as not “gay”, but we really enjoy sex.

I don’t consider myself as “gay” or even “homosexual” though that is becoming more of a reality as the idea of sex with a woman no longer has any attraction.

With my family it is a hierarchy sort of thing. I don’t do any other service other than sex and regular dad stuff. Dad did hire two guys to clean the house once a week instead of the cleaning service that we’d always used. If I’m home when they are there I am naked and they will fuck and have me suck and clean their uncut cocks.

The boys all do chores.

Pete

Oh, the effect Pete’s God Alpha father Master Doug has wrought over the years with his strict and incisive application of hierarchy! This is God Alpha Dino-levels of power and generational influence!

It’s shocking how effectively Master Doug’s teachings have rippled and radiated out to change the lives of so many Alphas and faggots! Never underestimate the power of Alpha influence and Alpha cock! I think it should be the goal of every upper-level Alpha to affect change in this manner! In some respects, this is part of the legacy every Man yearns to leave behind!

I’ll skip some of the more controversial aspects of Pete’s story, and instead focus on how Pete and his straight friends who fuck or get fucked don’t feel changed sexually. Even Pete, who admits that he’s no longer attracted to females after being cunted countless times by Alphas, claims to be straight! He’s resisting the label of “faggot” when embracing that purpose might help to free him from whatever is holding him back.

I think it would be good for his Alpha sons to know he’s embraced his faghood. This admission would bring hierarchy into sharper relief for his sons as they grow in power and start to own fags themselves.

But that’s just my opinion. Hopefully Pete will be able to bridge the gap between reality and denial and become whole, but even if he doesn’t, what he IS doing is brave. This entire thing was forced upon him by Master Doug. I’m sure that’s a heavy, confusing weight to bear!

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

On July 11th I received a curious blurb in my Questions From Readers inbox from someone who claimed his father cunted him in front of his three sons, and that his father told the sons that a Man has to “Fuck the man out of a fag bitch, good and hard.”

When I asked for more information, the still unknown reader replied to my request with a much more detailed story about his upbringing and the philosophy behind it. At that point I put a warning on it, because it seemed too incredible to believe (even though it mirrored Master Dino’s handling of his sons, and I know that’s true).

However, Pete returned to give me even more information about his unusual family arrangement. Here’s what he had to say:

OK. I’ve been thinking about this all through the week. First, I’ll basically talk about how were raised.

Names (not real):

Doug – my Dad, and Mom

Pete – me, and wife

Pat – brother 2 years younger, his wife, his son and two daughters

Dave, my oldest son, now 17

Don, middle son, now 15

Danny, youngest son, now 13

Grandpa and Grandma – Dad’s folks

Great Grandpa and Great Grandma – Dad’s grandparents.

My brother and I grew up in a masculine home, under a masculine Top Dog Dad, Doug. He was not bossy, domineering nor bullying. He was a man who acted like a man and raised we boys to be men.

I have no memories of anything sexual, other than hearing my parents going at it at times, and when Dad told us to jack off in socks, cum rags or our hands. He encouraged us to eat it, tell us it was good for us. For the most part I have since.

My younger brother and Dad are both better hung than I am. My dad and my brother always told me that it didn’t matter. Individually both told me that they liked the look. My dad told me that he hoped one of his boys would take after Mom’s dad, in that little dicks looked good and little dicked guys always are like by dominant men that are leaders. My dick is little like my maternal grandpa’s and Mom’s brothers.

At our house men and boys always swim naked. Women and girls always wore suits. Dad has always said that men and boys need to be comfortable with and proud of their bodies. Female bodies are sexual, he and Mom would say, the male is just a body. My dad and his brother were raised the same. At their pool men and boys swam and suntanned naked, women and girls wore suits. Grandpa said that he didn’t own a suit until after college. In his day the Y, gyms, HS pool and College pool weren’t co-ed and men swam naked. Greatgrandpa says that he got his first suit in his mid-30s. 

Around my house male casual nudity was pretty common. That was how my dad was raised, the same with his dad. It was the idea of not-wearing-clothes and not something sexual.

Swimming parties at our house growing up was, and is, Men and boys swimming and playing and sunning naked, and females clothed. We swam naked and were comfortable naked in front of aunts, girl cousins, family friends, girlfriends (mine and brothers and cousins).

When at the mountain house clothes for boys were always optional. We swim, hike, play in the woods and pond and not uncommon for the males, to be naked. My brother and I and boy cousins could go days without putting anything on other sneakers.

My mom and grandmother were big supporters of this. They agreed with my Dad, Uncles, grandpa that it built men. Men and boys should be comfortable with their bodies. My girlfriends and the one that became my wife and mother of my boys accepted it. 

Through college, our guy friends enthusiastically joined in and were embarrassed in front of mom, other women, girls and girlfriends briefly if at all.

Most of the guys I know, and the Dad’s of my kids’ friends have no problem at all. The kids jump right in, the men might take a moment.

As my Dad always says, “men like being naked.”

Later, after Dad took over my family, my brother Brad told me that Dad had always fucked other men, many who were straight but that Dad’s dominance and sexual energy would get them to give themselves up. Brad told me that Dad started telling him about other boys and men would give in to him. He told him what to look for. Brad had been fucking buddies and teammates since middle school and through HS and College. Dad never told me about this.

Looking back I see that Dad encouraged my sons to jack off. First my oldest and for him to show his brothers. He told them never to be embarrassed or ashamed of it — but to spare their mother (my wife) to use tube socks and cum rags or hands to catch the cum so their mom didn’t have to clean up after them. Same thing Dad taught my brother and me.

Dad talked about what he was doing with Brad, encouraging him to raise his son to be a man, too.

Brad said that Dad recognized that my three boys were all leaders and competent smart boys and needed to be shaped to be men.

Dad recognized that my oldest son was a golden boy, a leader, top dog, and fairly sexual and that sex for him would often be about dominance and establishing pecking order.

Dad recognized that my middle boy needed shaping from being a smart normal boy to being a little more assertive and a leader. The oldest boy was one naturally. The middle boy needs more encouragement and direction.

Dad recognized that my youngest son, even at nine, was a sexual dominant, and had an innate desired and drive to control. Dad fed and directed him sexually from 9 on. My oldest boy is a leader and a guy that others want to follow. My youngest son has been channeled to be kind, generous, to understand the pecking order and how to guide others into their position, beneath him.

My brother said that Dad always recognized that I had natural potential in submitting to and supporting men higher up. In training my younger son, Dad decided that he would help me discover my place, too.

I asked my brother if he had always thought of me as gay. “No. Never. Are you?”

“No,” answered. I don’t really though certainly rewired to want to submit to men. I asked my brother if Dad thought of me as gay. “No. He sees you as what you are, a sexually submissive man for other men. A cunt. A receptacle.”

I don’t see myself as a gay. No one else seems to either. My friends and family are straight or at least heterosexually inclined. But in certain situations I am demoted from full man status. 

Danny, Dan, my youngest son is learning how to walk the narrow path balancing respecting my as his Dad, and in training and owning me. He asserts authority in just how he carries himself and speaks. Not mean, or bossy, but with steady dominance and leadership. He ignores my penis and balls other than occasional taps and pats and calling them cute.

His focus is on my cunt. Fingering and fucking. He has begun to produce cum.

Learning to rim was easy. Blowjobs took a while to get used to. My middle son likes me to slowly suck and lick him while he studies, reads, watches TV. My oldest son wants quick blowjobs or fucks.

There is some more background. What more would you like to know?

Pete

Pete’s situation is pretty insane, but since he’s grown up like this it seems normal to him. I’m pretty blown away by the depth of respect for hierarchy throughout the entire family. This kind of thing can only happen because of very powerful Alphas enforcing natural order in a ruthless manner.

I was thinking back to my childhood days, and how I was raised (which was a pretty standard suburban Midwestern upbringing) compared to this. I wonder how I would’ve reacted to the enforced nudity for males and such. I was almost nude for most of my childhood, but puberty made me so self-conscious about my changing body (and how much I didn’t like it and my unchanged, tiny penis) that I think I would’ve withdrawn completely. But who knows?

Pete seemed to accept the humiliation of having a tiny penis, but part of that credit goes to his father for the way he almost celebrated it as part of the separation of Men and fags. He treated it as something natural. He also treated as natural the purpose of faggots as servants and sexual devices for Men. I use the word “Men” to encompass all non-fags here, because Pete’s father treated Pete’s underaged sons like Men simply because they weren’t fags.

It’s such a tangled tree of hierarchical development that it’s impossible to determine how the rules applied. After all, Pete is still married to a woman, but he’s servicing all of the Men and Alphas in the family, including his own sons. How does that work? These are serious questions that deserve serious answers.

The idea that Pete’s youngest son (age 13) is fucking Pete is hard to imagine. And here’s the topper: the 13-year-old sounds like a God Alpha in the making!

Like God Alpha Dino’s remarkably hierarchical family, Pete’s family takes natural hierarchical law and applies it so thoroughly that there is no way to know anything different. I’m not complaining about this, of course, but I just know that doing it in our puritanical world today can be trouble.

And, of course, I want everyone to be safe and grow up well-adjusted.

Hopefully Pete will continue to share more details as time goes on!

Every so often I receive a story so shocking and outrageous that I’m unsure of its honesty. I have to make editorial decisions on the fly, especially since I don’t currently have a way to validate the source as I traditionally do. What I’m about to publish was actually sent to me in an abbreviated form through Questions From Readers, and it involved an Alpha father cunting his faggot son in front of his Alpha grandsons in order to teach them how to enforce Masculine order. When I explained I didn’t have enough context to this story, the write returned with additional material to provide some background.

Either way, it seems impossible and almost frightening (and I’m rarely shocked). I’m going to reproduce the story with a strong warning that I’m not sure if it’s true (and I don’t publish fiction). However, since the story very much resembles the true story of God Alpha Dino teaching his sons about the uses of faggots, I’m reluctantly publishing.

Here goes nothing:

The more I wrote the below the more remembered, and it is sort of story-ish as I kept thinking of stages that seem important.

I don’t think that my dad has ever used the word hierarchy, but he believes in Alpha Men and on down with men finding their place. Apparently he’s long seen me as a sub and came to see my youngest son as like him and trainable. Much of our role reversals were instigated through my dad. A good thing, really.

I have three sons that share a room. When  they were 13, 11, and nine the oldest discovered jerking off. Eventually my wife and I could hear them doing it all the time. Just boys. We thought it pretty cute.

When the oldest boy was 15 he started coming down to the kitchen in the morning naked, eat his cereal. The wife and I made little comments such as “looking good” and “you’re not wearing that to school.” We didn’t mind. Boys being boys. In a couple of days his brother joined him in being naked.  It didn’t take long before they were generally naked at home. The only rule was that they had wash their asses and generally sit on a towel.

After a couple of weeks, I came into the Living Room, the boys were naked as usual watching TV with the wife in her chair. The youngest, now 11, told me to take off my clothes. No fair that I wasn’t. I thought it funny and ignored him. The other two boys agreed. My youngest son insisted, basically ordered me to. My wife agreed. I took off my clothes. Kind of weird, but also felt right.

My youngest son would tell me strip whenever I came in from work or wherever. Pretty bossy, but I did it. My wife was fine with it.

My dad, both my folks, have always dropped by to hang out. My dad dropped by pretty often. [Side note: I work for him in his company.] My dad is pretty alpha, always the boss man. My mom is no wallflower but is a competent capable woman. All she said when she saw that I’d joined the boys being bare was to comment that I’d grown since she’d last seen me naked.

Dad sort of took control. As always he claimed my chair as his and at meals always sat at the head of the table. He had always sort of ordered my sons around, like to get him a drink, or to do a chore. Now things changed. He would tell me what to do, smack my bottom, rub my hair, do chores, get food and drink. My youngest son became his new best buddy, more like a lieutenant. The kid got bossier.

He had been getting more aggressive and bossy with his brothers, too. But they wouldn’t put up with it. The oldest boy is very athletic, fit, masculine, team leader. Great guy. He was amused when his littlest brother touched him, told him to do things, to play with himself. He wouldn’t, laughed at his brother and good naturedly ignored him.

The middle boy would just tell him to knock it off.

The youngest started getting aggressive with me, especially when my dad was around. He’d tell me to sit on the floor, to get him a soda or chips.  Then one day he told me to show him what I looked like hard. He’d seen his brothers of course in their jackoff times. I said, no. Then my dad said, “show him. It’s good for him to see what a man looks like.” So I did it. I don’t know why but I didn’t really think about. I was told to cum on the coffee table and I did. My youngest son tasted it, and then told me to eat it up. My dad told me to lick it up, so I did. My wife saw this and didn’t seem to mind.

My wife traveled a lot. After a few months she took a 6month assignment out of town.

Dad was over a lot. Much of the time the two older boys were out doing sports, hanging out with friends, etc. So it was my dad, youngest so and me.

Dad began to direct me, boss me around, and to direct my youngest son in how to be a dominant.

I liked it.

My dad brought clippers and he and my youngest son buzzed off all of my body hair. Pubes first. “Only real men have pubic hair,” he told my son, as if I wasn’t there.

My youngest son became fixated on asses. His brothers and mine, but they ignored him.

He liked to spank me. Either over his lap or over the ottoman. He liked patting it and rubbing it, eventually he became fixated on my hole. One day it escalated. He had my son sit next to him on the sofa and told me to lay across their laps. My dad told me to pull my cheeks apart. He began to tell my son about a sub’s hole. (This was the first time that I was referred to as a sub.) He told my son that a sub’s natural sexual site was his hole, his cunt – like a woman’s cunt, but better. Dad lightly rubbed my hole, spit on it and had my son do it.  He told my son to push a finger in and to feel around. Then a second, then a third. And then my dad’s thicker and longer finger joined him. “See how it’s opening up? Can you feel it inside opening up?”  They played with it for a while. My dad was able to go in further and stroke my prostate which was my first time.

For a few days into weeks he showed my son how to milk my prostate. How to open it further with toys that dad bought and brought over.

Dad also had me me suck my three sons to completion, though the youngest produced nothing. The oldest was happy to get blown. The middle, too, but moreso seemed indifferent. My youngest though was becoming increasingly bossy and demanding.

My dick was ignored and my youngest son ordered me to ignore it. My dad agreed.

My dad also became more dominant with me. He treated me well at work but also had a home office set up for me at home. Also, he took over the master bedroom, my youngest took over the guest bedroom and I sleep now in my youngest son’s dinosaur kid bed.

Also, my dad was always clothed. I never was. The boys wore whatever they wanted, naked to shorts or sweats or school clothes.

One day my dad was over, as usual. Dad brought dinner, and while he and the boys were eating he told me to douche out my “cunt”, which I had been doing as soon as I came home every day after work.

Dad told me to go to the master bed, lay down a beach towel at the side. He told me to wait there for them. I heard him tell the boys to strip down and to come to the master bedroom, he had something to teach them. He came, and stripped. I had seen him naked at the gym and after golf. He is pretty well hung. Bigger than me. My two older sons were bigger than me.

He had me lay back, with my legs over the side, my ass right at the edge. He had son #1 to get on one side and #2 on my other and to lift my legs and pull them back. He had all three boys finger my hole, push lube in, push in deeper and to work it open. He told them that is is how you get a cunt ready to be fucked. I’ve never been fucked before, but fingered a lot in the last few weeks and my youngest and oldest sons have been working dildos and plugs in and out.

While explaining how to ready a son we was slowly greasing up his cock. Then he shoved in with one shove.

It hurt like hell. It burned and stung and really hurt. My Dad told my sons to keep my legs up and back and to hold me down.

“You need to fuck the man out of a male that you’re going to fuck. Subs need it. We’re all men here, except this bitch here. Subs need to have the man fucked out of them. Deep and hard, fuck the man out. You need to permanently turn them into fags.”

He pounded me. At some point my mind went blank, and everything narrowed down. At some point the only thing I was aware of was his cock hammering in and out. Afterwards they told me that I had cum three times and that they fed me my cum. I don’t remember.

I’ve seen pics that my dad took of my red and sore puffy cunt lips.

Since then my Dad has taken over completely the running of my house and raising my sons. He has taken over the finances. He goes to school conferences, meets with the coaches and goes to the games. Helps with homework. All the while he is training my youngest son to be am Alpha, a Dominant, a Leader.  Same with the other sons, but mostly with him.

I work from home most days and go into the office a couple of times a month. My wife permanently relocated to the East Coast (We’re in the Pacific Northwest)

I know that I should be bothered by this, and at times I do wonder. But each step seemed normal and I easily submitted. I’m comfortable being naked all day most days. I really do like being fucked and sucking and rimming. I really like cleaning and serving and the changed dynamic at home. It feels right and my boys seem to like have a live-in obedient fag. And they like my dad as the boss.

So … what do you think?

If true, I’m somewhat horrified by the entire thing. I mean, it sounds like everyone is accepting their roles and the sons are being taught properly, but it seems awfully haphazard. Cunting a father in front of his sons could be potentially scarring to them (depending on their internal makeup).

I fully recognize the Alpha/son dynamic in hierarchical terms, and I also completely accept Alphas fucking faggots within the family. But there’s another layer to this account that seems to cross a line. Do you feel that way?

I wish nothing but the best for everyone involved. I’d like updates just to make sure that everyone is okay!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the expanding power of Master Arturo, a 35-year-old bisexual Alpha who is accustomed to owning both faggots and females and currently owns a mother named Julia and her faggot son Leo. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Straight Alphas love owning and using faggots, but typically that’s because a faggot can be used as roughly as the Alpha wants without any emotions coming into play. Straight Alphas get enough emotional drama from their women! With faggots, it’s all the pleasure and none of the headaches.

But eventually sex becomes more and more intimate, and that’s when the guard comes down and feelings start to creep into the picture. I think it’s almost unavoidable, while many straight Alphas claim it’s not a big hard to avoid. I dunno … I definitely fell in love with some of my straight Masters. I simply learned how to dismiss them and hide them.

I couldn’t blame Leo if he fell in love with his mother’s straight boyfriend, Master Arturo. He’s a powerful Man and Protector Alpha who cares for both his and his mother’s needs. Master Arturo is the sole Masculine influence on Leo’s life. It’s natural for a faggot to fall for that, especially at his age!

But something happened the other day that may trigger those emotional attachments sooner than later …

Hi, Master Arturo here again

We are very excited here in Mexico with the World Cup, and it’s been an interesting experience to watch the games with Julia and Leo. Julia really hates soccer, and Leo knows nothing about it. I am actively teaching him all the rules of the game, talking about the players, the strategies, etc. Julia told me that, because she raised him by herself, Leo never went to a soccer stadium and never had a Man teaching him how to play when he was little. She confessed to me that sometimes she feels guilty for not being able to provide the boy with a fatherly figure. I told her that she’s an extraordinary woman who raised a boy by herself when she still was in high school, and then said that Leo was still young and could learn few things from his new dad. So I decided to take him to a park and teach him how to play soccer. And guess what? The boy is probably the worst soccer player that has ever existed on Earth lol I tried to show him how to play as a striker and I anticipate that he would miss the goal at first, but he managed to miss the ball! It took a while for him just to kick the ball properly, then I switched with him and told him to be the goalkeeper while I would kick the ball. And the boy literally hid his face with his hands when I kicked afraid of the ball hitting him hahaha it was hilarious but also really cute. Anyway, the reason why I am telling you my major failure in trying to turn Leo into a soccer player is because I genuinely feel that this bonding moments have been really important for us. I do not have children, and I guess I won’t have any because Julia does not want to get pregnant again, but I’ve been enjoying very much taking care of Leo. I know it sounds weird because he’s my fag and cumdump as well, but I truly have been taking care of him like a father would, including paying his tuition, advising him about what is right and wrong, and even trying to teach him how to play soccer. I’m too young to be his biological father, but this whole experience has been really rewarding and fulfilling.

Now let me stop talking about soccer and turn to a topic that you enjoy more: my big cock inside Leo’s smooth ass. After a few hours under a hot sun at the park playing soccer we were very sweaty, and he gave me a blowjob in my car at the parking lot. I came in his mouth, he swallowed every single drop, I called him a good boy, and the naughty fag said “I’m much better at this than playing soccer, papi”. I brought him back to my place, we took a nice shower together, and took a nap together. I woke up horny again and wanted to bang his ass before taking him back home to his mother. I usually fuck his mother in missionary and I fuck him in cowgirl style, but when I told him to ride my cock, he asked me to fuck him missionary because he wanted to kiss me. I was not expecting this because both with him and with Julia I always choose the positions, so I told him that I would fuck him doggy first and if he opened his hole like a good boy I would fuck him missionary. And so he did. He put his gorgeous ass up like a real slut, and I lubed his tight hole and my cock, held his hips and went inside. I love to have a good view of his pussy so I almost finished like that, but I wanted to reward him, so I put him on missionary and fucked him hard, much harder than what I do with his mom. He hugged me, kissed me, and begged for me to breed him, and so I did. I put my seed really deep inside him and he had such a beautiful smile on his face.

Now I have a question for you, sexy Sam: am I giving Leo too much voice by letting him choose how I fuck him, and letting me kiss me while I fuck? This last fuck was way more romantic than usual, and I don’t know if I should take the risk of letting the boy falling in love. I still live by myself, and Julia lives with him, but I wanna move in and live with them. I’m afraid that, living with Leo under the same roof, I should be extra careful because I don’t want him to think that his mom is my gf and he is my bf. I want him to understand that I love his mother as my future wife, and I love him as my stepson and fag, but he is not my romantic partner. Any thoughts?

First of all, I’d just like to tell Master Arturo that I’m sorry Mexico didn’t win! I know soccer fans take that stuff seriously, so I’m sure he’s bummed!

I really love how Master Arturo is mentoring Leo with more masculine pursuits in the hopes that Leo can somehow be a bit manlier. Sadly, that rarely works. It certainly didn’t with me. Ultimately, Leo wasn’t born to compete with other Men … he was born to surrender to and serve them. That will always be his ultimate, um, goal.

The main issue of Master Arturo’s message involves the missionary fuck that turned a little romantic. I get why he’s worried about it, especially when Leo was begging to kiss him. That should probably be discouraged as much as possible. Most straight Alphas DO NOT kiss their faggots for this very reason, and I agree with it. Leo is in the prime of his youth, and these are the times when his training is most effective. So don’t kiss your fags if possible.

But as a position, missionary is the very best position for cunting faggots. I strongly encourage Alphas to fuck their faggots in missionary on a regular basis. Not only does the faggot get cunted easier, but the fag gets to watch its Master’s magnificent body in action during the breeding process! This imprints strongly on the fag’s psyche and brings it under deeper control. I always encourage it.

Master Arturo has a legitimate concern when he asks if he’s wrong for allowing Leo to make demands like he did during this latest encounter. A faggot should never tell an Alpha how to fuck it. On the other hand, an Alpha can certainly grant the requests of a faggot, especially one who is being a good boy. It might be good to put Leo on his knees and explain to him what he did wrong in this instance so he appreciates his place. Little sessions like that are good for adjustments as well as bonding.

Leo is a very good boy. I have no doubt he’s making mistakes out of innocence. With a little bit of loving training Leo will be able to serve with a mind and heart focused on what’s most important: service to Master Arturo!

Hello Sam. I’ve been following your page for ages and I recently saw you posted some interesting around alpha fathers and their submissive sons. It really resonated with me as I am proud to say I’ve been serving my alpha father for over 30 years. And yes it’s a very sexual and dominant relationship too in which he has so cunted me several times.

I know many people will say this type of dynamic with your biological father is wrong but I honestly believe it’s been the best relationship I’ve had. My dad as also known I was a faggot before I ever did – referring to me as one since I was a very young boy. Everything he has done has been to teach and guide me to accept who I am and that I was born a fag, submissive and that being those things is a beautiful part oh who I am.

Thank you very much for writing to me, brother!

I’ve covered this type of situation so often that it deserves its own chapter or two in my big book of hierarchy! Like cunting or Alpha latency, I think I’m the only one documenting and cataloguing this phenomenon of Alpha fathers claiming their faggot sons.

I know the topic is uncomfortable to many people, but there is something important this tells us about hierarchy. Ultimately, it shows that hierarchy is unsympathetic to any of the boundaries society tries to place on power. They simply don’t apply. An Alpha father sees his faggot son as property first and foremost, even before the natural bond a father has with his son. Obviously your father cares about you, and likely it was that love that motivated him to claim you (in order to protect you). I know many people will not see what your father did as “loving”, but I think they’re missing the larger issue of power that guides the lives of all Alphas.

Brother, I’d love to feature your story here if you’re willing to share it. If not, I understand. I do appreciate your willingness to add your unique testimony to this growing and controversial side of the hierarchical movement.

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the struggles of an innocent faggot named Noah who is being fucked roughly by a big-dicked Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I get questions about my classifications on my Hierarchy pyramid, and I try to explain my ideas as best I can. The “God Alpha” category might be the easiest to explain, because I think we all can conjure an idea about what that category of Alpha is like. In God Alphas we see supreme confidence, with other Alphas flocking around them to seek their advice and approval.

But what about the effect God Alphas have on the inferiors they own and use? Is that also measurable?

My blessed brother Noah has been faithfully serving a largely straight God Alpha he calls Master Hulk for quite some time now. Master Hulk has a gigantic dick and a huge, muscled body. He’s fucked plenty of girls, of course, but he’s also taken ownership of Noah as his personal faggot.

But apparently things have gotten a bit more defined between them since the last time Noah updated. But while reading this latest update, notice how Master Hulk’s God Alphahood has transformed Noah!

Hi Sam, this is faggot Noah again. Long time no see. I hope you are having a great summer, brother!

I wanted to share with you a quick update about my boyfriend and Master Hulk. He introduced me to all his friends, all of them straight, and some of them really homophobic. But Sam, he proved what a real Man is! He brought me with him to a birthday party full of his friends, and I was really scared. He literally arrived at the party proudly holding my hand and said “I know this might be weird because all of you have known me for dating multiple girls since high school, but I love Noah and he is my boyfriend now. If any girl here says something rude or homophobic and make him feel uncomfortable, I will just leave the party with him and not talk to you anymore. But if any guy does the same, I will punch your face, no matter how many faces I need to punch. Is that clear?” My mouth got wet craving for his big cock when he did that. It was the best example of a real Alpha attitude I have ever seen! He could easily date a girl and fuck me without telling anyone, and I would gladly accept to be his side cumdump. But no, he held my hand, introduced me as his boyfriend, and demanded respect on my behalf. I love my Hulk!

His friends reacted really well (or maybe they were just afraid of my man’s big arms lol). But they were all really nice and respectful. I had a really great time with all of them. The guys said that I was welcome to the group and we talked for hours about many different things. But something interesting happened after a while… we were all drunk after several drinks, and the guys went to the other room to watch a soccer game on the TV. Hulk held my hands and asked if I wanted to join them or stay outside with the girlfriends, and I was feeling really good with the girls, so I stayed outside. He kissed me on the lips in front of the girls and went back to the other room. Since we were all drunk and there were no men around, I guess the girls lost their social filter, and started talking about their intimacy with their boyfriends. How they fuck, how they behave after sex, their cock size, etc. And you won’t believe what happened! Most of them were high school friends, so they’ve known each other for many years. I was just quietly listening to the girls because 1) It was the first time I met them and knew nothing about them; 2) I didn’t know if Hulk wanted me to talk about our sexual life, so I wanted to respect his privacy. One of the girls, a really sexy one with big boobs, looked at me while we were still drinking and said “Noah baby, it was truly a surprise to see that Hulk liked boys, I would never guess he was gay, but what matters is that he is happy” (ofc she did not say Hulk, but I’ll keep referring to him like that to respect his identity). I didn’t want to explain anything about hierarchy and me being his faggot, so I just said “well, he is actually bisexual, he still likes girls a lot”, and just chuckled. I didn’t say that we have an agreement that I was his only boy, but that he can fuck as many girls as he wants. But the girl, already quite drunk and fearless to say what came to her mind, just answered “well, I don’t think bisexuality exists, if his cock gets hard for another man, he is gay, and that’s it, but not that I have anything against that”

I wasn’t offended at all, but I think one of the other girls noticed that this was not very kind to say, so she mocked at the first one saying “well, we all know why you are so surprised”, and all the girls started laughing. Then she confessed that years ago she lost her virginity with my Master Hulk! And in fact they told me that he fucked almost all the girls in the class both in high school and at college. I just laughed and said that everything was fine, and that what matters is that we were all happy with our current partners. Then another girl, also quite drunk, looked at the first girl and said “you’re just jealous because Noah takes the biggest cock in town and you weren’t able to do it” I was not expecting this at all! I blushed so hard, that I just looked at my glass and pretended that nothing happened, but for my surprise the girl with big boobs laughed too and said “well, am I supposed to be ashamed of that? I did my best, but it’s just impossible, we fucked a few times, but I always told him to finish on his hands, it’s too much of a work out for me, my current boyfriend has half of his size and it’s enough for me” all the girls were laughing in a friendly way, so I got a bit more comfortable. Even so, I didn’t want to expose my Master, so I just smiled and said “he’s in fact a really sweet guy”, but then the topic was already on his huge cock, so the girls wanted to know everything about it. Another one looked at me and said “you know, I truly admire the gays, I have a pussy and struggle to take some cocks, I can’t imagine how you guys can take it in the ass” at this point we were already more comfortable with each other, so I just chuckled again and said that it is all a matter of training, and the first girl, the one who lost her virginity to my Master, said “so you are probably training with a construction hammer hitting your butt, baby”

We kept laughing and drinking while the guys were watching the game, but I honestly liked the girls, they were really friendly, although really ignorant about what bisexuality means, and even more ignorant about how hierarchy works. When we were back home, my Master told me that most of the guys didn’t mention anything about me while they were only among the Men, but one of the guys asked him how it feels to fuck ass because his girlfriend refused to do it. My amazing Master told me that he just said “how it feels? warm and tight, but if you wanna try it, go find another one because Noah is already mine” Then he said that all the guys laughed at him and they kept watching the game.

When we were both drunk after the party we took a shower together, and he just said “how drunk are you? are you gonna throw up on my cock if I fuck your throat right now?” But I drank a lot of water and much less alcohol than the girls on purpose because I knew he would be horny after the party. So I got down on my knees, sucked his cock and balls like a pro, and the rest was on his hands, he didn’t even dry my whole body, he just rubbed the towels on my stomach and on my ass, picked me up on his Hulk arms, threw me on his bed, and I closed my eyes waiting for it. Since he was not sober, I thought he would just spit on my hole and go all the way down, but he was thoughtful enough to put lube in my pussy and on his cock. I can’t blame the girl for not being able to take his cock, I really can’t. He hugged be from behind after fingering me and just said “let’s go, baby, take my cock” and I didn’t even have time to answer him. He went all the way down, faster than usual. You know when a Man hugs you from behind and you can barely move? That’s what he loves doing to me, this is his favorite position. He hugs me with his huge arms, forces my body against the bed, and presses me until I feel the air leaving my lungs, while he pounds my ass with all his strength. And I love when he does it! He really banged my hole that day, I think the drinks plus his friend asking about how my ass feels turned him on a lot, because I could feel his balls pressing against my butt, my hole had not option other than accept his fate and surrender to that incredible Man. He also covered my mouth, which he had never done before, and kept repeating “that’s it, just like a slut, baby, I love you, my little slut, my good faggot” I just surrended, Sam. I didn’t try to talk or move, I just kept my eyes closed, my mouth shut while he was going deeper than ever. And it felt amazing, I loved to take him in all his raw Alpha energy. When he came, I was literally shaking in his arms, I felt my hole turning into a pussy around his cock, craving for his seed, my whole body was shaking. I guess I was cunted, I don’t know, but I know that it felt amazing. I felt like the world’s luckiest faggot when he started to shoot his cum inside me. And guess what, he fell asleep on top of me, with his cock still inside my ass. I tried to move him to the other side of the bed, but I call him the Hulk for a reason, his way heavier than me, so I just closed my eyes and felt his breath on my neck while he slept, and after a while I also fell asleep.

That’s it, Sam! Sorry for the long text, I hope it does not bother you to read it. But I wanted to share this update with you. Your thoughts were really important to me and I appreciate your support, brother. If I have more questions or another nice update, I’ll let you know. Thank you!

There is a certain confidence that comes over a faggot when their God Alpha Master accepts them as their personal and beloved possession. That was certainly the way I felt with Master Aaron and Master Chris. They loved me as more than a cumdump, and that changed my whole perception about myself and my place. I suddenly realized more was possible if I just served discreetly and enthusiastically remained obedient.

You can see that with Noah. The conversation with the drunk girls could’ve been bad if Noah had been insecure or felt the need to defend his place with his Master. However, because Master Hulk had so boldly defined his place within his Kingdom from the outset, Noah felt secure enough to simply stay quiet and protect his Master’s dignity.

And I cannot express the importance of this. Alphas love to know their faggots can be trusted to protect their personal information and interests. Alphas absolutely look at their faggots as extensions of themselves, obedient slaves that exist to glorify them and seek their pleasure.

I’m guessing that Master Hulk never talked to Noah about being his “boyfriend” (or being introduced as such) until the moment arrived. This is, again, very Alpha behavior. Alphas always assume they can claim anyone they want and that those people will simply bend to their will. This is absolutely true of God Alphas like Master Hulk. They dictate the terms, always. Noah was smart to simply roll with it and play along with the ruse!

I wish Master Hulk appreciated the legend he’s created with his dominance and his giant cock. These girls endlessly babbling about being railed by him right in front of his faggot is almost too hilarious! Noah really handled that well … I know how I am and how my smart mouth runs away with me. Noah was discreet and proper in the moment. Master Hulk should really be proud of him!

Noah asks me if I’ve ever had an Alpha hold me in that position while fucking/breeding me. YES! and YES I agree it’s an amazing position to be taken by a much larger Alpha (Master Aaron did this to me often). I was never cunted in this position, but I’m so glad Noah experienced cunting like that!

This is a really significant update from my brother Noah! There’s a real relationship forming here! I hope Noah remembers his place and devotes himself even more to service! Now’s the time to reinforce the disparity in their relationship! Yes, Master Hulk called Noah is boyfriend, but we all know the real truth underlying it.

Thank you, Noah! Beautiful update and a perfect example!

Always,

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Of all the faggots I’ve known and mentored on this site, sweet Giovanni is absolutely one of my most beloved. He’s a genuine faggot, always eager to improve himself and other faggots in the sacred service of superior Men like his glorious Master, the great God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He has what all of the best faggots have: a tender naivete and wide-eyed innocence that allows them to serve in a perpetual state of wonder and awe. Alphas love to own faggots like them.

Master Lorenzo’s Protector Alpha actions to rescue Giovanni and his mother and bring them to him in Brazil are so unprecedented that I cannot overstate it. His skill in training Giovanni and his investment in bettering his sweetest boy touch my heart in ways that make me so grateful to be a tiny part of their lives.

I will always support, protect, and love my brother Giovanni.

Master Lorenzo has taken a partner with a transsexual named Mario, but like any God Alpha would, he’s chosen to keep Giovanni as his personal, live-in faggot. There’s simply no reason why a God Alpha should ever compromise his wants and needs in order to conform to a new partner. The world conforms to the desires of Alphas, not the other way around.

But sadly, Mario doesn’t get this simple truth. And the result? Continued friction!

Here’s a frustrating update from Gio:

helloooo brother Sam!! this is your little brother Gio, Master Lorenzo’s faggot! How are you?? I miss you, brother <3 <3

everything is going well here and my King is more and more amazing everyday. But we had a little situation here. As you know, he has a boyfriend now, Mario, and we all get along well, but sometimes Mario doesn’t deal very well with me living with Lorenzo… because he sees Lorenzo as a Man, I see him as my God and King. Mario lives by himself, Rafael (his other faggot) also lives by himself, I live with my Master, so they come here from time to time. Mario doesn’t have too many problems with Rafael because he usually comes to the house just once a week for Lorenzo to fuck him. Rafael is a very nice and sweet faggot, he has a beautiful smile and a firm ass, but he knows he is just a cumdump for Lorenzo (and he loves that!). But with me I feel that it is a little different because Lorenzo rescued me and my mom when we were broke living abroad, he found a nice apartment for my mother, helped her financially several times, and needless to say what he has done for me: he taught me English when I was living abroad, then he enrolled my in an English course when I moved back to Brazil, then he put me in his house, paid the credit card debts I had, and now he is paying my tuition at college! He really is a perfect and wonderful God, I don’t know what I would do without him. In return, he only wants my obedience, some house chores, my throat, and my pussy.

Going back to Mario’s situation… a few months ago, we were having lunch together (Lorenzo, Mario, and me). And I was truly excited with Nursing school!! To be honest, I have never been a good student, I almost failed in high school many times, but with Lorenzo’s support I learned English (which I thought would be impossible for me) and went back to school, and I am really enjoying the cool stuff I am learning to become a nurse. We were at the table eating together at Lorenzo’s apartment, and he asked me how was school. When I said that I was excited and confident for my exams, Mario simply said “I hope you get good grades, Lorenzo is spending a lot of money to pay for your tuition.” Omg Sam, I was sooo embarrassed, and I felt like a burden for him, I didn’t answer back because I didn’t want to be rude in front of my King, so I just said “yeah, I am studying really hard”. But I think my King noticed that Mario was just trying to throw cold water in my excitement because he looked at Mario and said “well, I don’t remember asking for your financial advise on how I spend my money.” There was a brief awkward silence, but we went back to normal right after that.

That was a few months ago, and from time to time Mario has demonstrated some rivalry with my presence. I talked to him in private without Lorenzo around and made it really clear that I am not his rival at all!! I explained that he is Lorenzo’s boyfriend, and I am Lorenzo’s faggot. We can both co-exist in his life at the same time and be a happy family. He said that he understood that and that everything was okay. And in fact their relationship is open, Mario is often sucking and riding other cocks (which for me is disrespectful but Lorenzo accepts it, so this is not my business…). Mario did not accept an open relationship just for Lorenzo, I guess he does not have my mindset at all. However, a few days ago, my heart broke when Mario suggested Lorenzo to send me to live with my mother so he could move in and live with my Master. I was soooo afraid of what would happen, brother. I know that Lorenzo loves both of us, but  as a transgender man Mario has a nice and juicy pussy, so I know I will probably lose if my King needs to choose. But for my relief, Lorenzo immediately said “baby, I love you and you are more than welcome to move in, I have two rooms, and Gio can stay in the other room while you sleep with me, but don’t you ever think I’ll expel Gio from this apartment. This is not negotiable. You can either stay at your place and come here on weekends or learn how to live with me and Gio. But sending Gio to his mom’s house has never been and will never be an option.” What a relief!!! omg

Anyway brother, Lorenzo always tells me that I have nothing to worry about. He usually breeds me 3 times a week, so I guess it’s understandable that he gives attention to Mario on the weekends when he is here. My King told me to talk to you about it because he really respects your opinions and experience guiding younger fags like me. What would you do in my place, Sam? I don’t wanna cause a fight, I always accept what Mario wants to avoid conflict, and if he were cisgender I wouldn’t be afraid, but every time I see Mario taking a shower and think about his extra hole I am scared that my ass will not be enough to win this rivalry. When I say that to Lorenzo, he always tells me that there are billions of pussies around the world and if he is with me in his house is because my ass is better than any of these pussies, but I don’t know… I wanted to hear from you. My King is super supportive and I feel safe in his arms, so I guess I just need to trust him and not get upset when Mario makes comments about my presence in the house.

Giovanni couldn’t have a better attitude toward his service and his Master if he was programmed like a computer. He’s such a good boy! He truly cherishes serving his Master (which is unsurprising), but he also has such a deep respect for roles and proper behavior in general. I love him!

And I know Master Lorenzo loves Giovanni as well. How could he not? When Giovanni first came to be owned by Master Lorenzo, he struggled with English and struggled with motivation and direction in his life. To be honest, in those days I silently worried about him because of these things. But now Gio has found a profession that will pay him well and excite him every day, a job he can be proud of and make him Mom proud as well. It makes my heart soar knowing how well Gio is doing in so many ways to build himself up! I’m incredibly proud of him!

In my opinion, Giovanni’s submissive and attentive personality, his generosity, his respectfulness, and his devotion to fulfilling his purpose completely shame Mario. I’m continually disgusted by Mario/s ignorant, arrogant attitude. I find Mario’s personality to be completely repulsive, and I think he tarnishes Master Lorenzo’s legacy. There is no reason why this person should be allowed to act like this just because he has an extra hole.

Giovanni has been a loyal and deeply devoted faggot for Master Lorenzo. He works hard to serve Master Lorenzo and his household, and he does nothing but continually bless and validate Master Lorenzo’s Alphahood.

Meanwhile, this catty, arrogant bitch Mario keeps injecting contention and nastiness into Master Lorenzo’s life. No pussy is worth this much bullshit, especially when it involves openly insulting a cherished faggot like Giovanni. I take an insult to Giovanni as personally as an insult to me, and I can’t believe that Master Lorenzo doesn’t feel the same way.

But again, I will always defend Giovanni. Always.

Of course, I can’t tell Master Lorenzo how to rule his Kingdom. But I would hope that Master Lorenzo would do a more definitive job defending the innocent faggot who barely breathes before his Master breathes first. If a Man wants to be pussy-whipped, that’s his business, but that doesn’t excuse such bad, disrespectful behavior in my opinion. Right is always going to be right.

I love you, always, Giovanni!

Now, Gio added something else that I want to highlight:

Two unrelated but important things to finish: 1) I wrote this text on my phone and showed Lorenzo before sending it to you. He said “Sam will be proud of how much your English has improved in the past few years”, do you think so, brother?? Omg when I met you some years ago I would write all my messages on google translate and could only say hello and good morning hahaha that’s so crazy, all thanks to my King!!
2) our King, God, and Master finished his PhD in Physics two weeks ago!!! I’m soooo happy for him <3 our God Alpha is know a Doctor Alpha as well <3 <3

Sweet little Gio, it was soooo funny that you brought up the improvement in your English! While I was reading your letter, I was thinking to myself, “Gosh, this reads so well! And everything is spelled correctly!” Believe me, I noticed! So when you added this information, my heart blew up with love and pride! You are doing so well! Keep up the great work, my angel!!

As for Master Lorenzo … what can I even say?? There is literally nothing beyond his grasp and power. He accomplishes miracles upon miracles, so much so that I view him as superhuman! I called him a God Alpha long ago, and he continuously proves to me and everyone that he defines that status!

Congratulations, Master Lorenzo! You’ve worked hard, and you deserve all of the praise and glory!

I love you both!

Always,

sam the faggot

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!

It’s been a long time since Ethan dropped off an update! I was starting to get legitimately worried for my brother, especially given how hard King Karter has been working him! It seems that little Ethan has rapidly ascended to the top of King Karter’s faggot hierarchy (remember that he owns three personal fags) after a rocky start. That’s really a credit to Ethan’s determination to be the very best faggot possible!

Here’s Ethan’s update:

Hi Sam,

I am sorry I haven’t updated you in a while. I have been very busy with finals, work, the gym, and my service to King Karter and his friends. In fact, he let me have most of May off to study for finals and focus on that, and just do that, work, and the gym. I also no longer work at the bar; I got a job at a company that sells premium tequila. (I actually got it through working at the bar and talking to the sales rep) And King Karter also made sure I had no dates and no working at his place so I could focus more on my studies. I did miss it. And at first I told him I could do it all, and I was fine (Mostly was craving his dick and his presence though), but he said no. I think he could tell I was getting too stressed out and did not want me taking dates or cleaning or working at his place. Even though I think it was probably a good thing- I passed all my finals and classes and was more focused on school, I missed working at his place even if it was just cleaning his toilets or shower, much less the scent training and suckin on him.  But right after my last final, I went straight over there to clean and do laundry,  and to help #1 with King’s dinner and lunch for the next day. King Karter cunted me 3 times that night and the next day (once that night and twice the next day), and I shot 4 loads while caged; the first was after I gave him a pedicure, and I was doing scent training with him. I was getting fried with poppers, and he just had me smell and lick clean his pubs, and that was enough to bring me over the edge since I was missing out for almost a month!  I have been spending more and more time in my cock cage; I’m about the same amount of time as #3, about 75% of the week. King Karter would like it to be 100% by October, so I can do the whole month, like 1, 2, 3, and 4. I am going to set that as a goal for myself and try to do most of September so I can make it through October.

About a week after I finished school, I flew back to California to visit my mom, sister, and stepdad, then we went to Hawaii. I came back to Dallas from there last week, and I have already had two dates. I was supposed to go see my dad for the 4th of July, but he and I got into a huge fight. I told him I didn’t want to spend time with my homophobic, racist cousins and uncles (He is also a bit racist, but I don’t call him out on it as much). Plus, King Karter and his friends got an Airbnb to have a huge cookout (Party) for the 4th (starting tomorrow and going through the whole weekend).  I would much rather serve and be around real Men – Kings- that value my true existence than be around racist Fucks that just talk shit! I would much rather be pounded and fucked by a bunch of men I call “Daddy” while they cunt me than be around my own dad! I know that sounds fucked up, but I’m kinda a bit pissed.

Do you think King Karter missed Ethan?? I loved that he cunted Ethan three times over two days, and I definitely understand spontaneously ejaculating while giving pedicures (it’s happened a couple of times to me too!) and during scent training. The “licking of pubic hairs” is a new twist on that I’d never heard before. But it’s very clear that King Karter loved being back inside his primary fag, and kept him all to himself rather than farm him back out to his Alpha pack.

I think it’s amazing that King Karter is so intimately involved in Ethan’s caged status that he has a plan to arrive at 100% caging of Ethan by October! You know an Alpha is the right kind to own faggots when he drills down and takes command of this kind of detailed training! When Ethan first fell under the control of King Karter, I was a little worried that King Karter might be a bot too rough for him, but it’s turned out to be a non-issue. King Karter is an incredible Master, and details like this just make me even more sure.

As for Ethan’s racist family, what can I say? My family is racist, too, and I spent much of my faghood getting bred and fed black Alpha cum in response just like Ethan. Racism speaks only at our ugliest side, and is rooted in traditions brainwashed into us by our sick, imperfect society. But any faggot who has served black Alphas can tell you that these black Men really are KINGS, and worthy of respect rather than hate.

I’m so proud of my hardworking brother Ethan! He’s making all of the right choices and growing in ways he probably never thought possible!

There’s a part two to this that deals with a question, but I want to separate that.

What does it mean to cunt a faggot? How is its mind changed after being cunted? Hopefully, the change is permanent.

Thank you for writing Sir!

I have a ton of material on cunting (primarily because I think I was the first one to name it and describe it) under the “cunting” category. You can access this by CLICKING HERE.

But here is a short video I created to discuss cunting in more detail:

Effectively, cunting is an internal orgasm experienced by a faggot when being roughly fucked by a Man. Faggots experience several extreme reactions to cunting, including involuntary shaking, unconsciousness, and deep weeping.

A faggot’s mind is altered in two ways: (1) the breeding itself chemically alters the faggot’s brain, but that’s not long-lasting, and (2) the faggot craves the Alpha who gave it that extraordinary experience, much the way a person who tries an addictive drug starts craving the high.

I can tell you that cunting permanently marks a faggot. Every Alpha who ever cunted me still effectively owns part of me. In some cases, I can still feel their dicks inside me even after many years. The experience is so intense and uniquely draining that it’s hard to forget!

I hope I answered your questions, Sir! Thank you for writing!

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The faggot screams in pain, but like most Men who are in their rut, @Aaronisaac_tx just isn’t going to stop!

A Man’s nut is more important than a faggot’s pain.

I’ve been listening to your podcast and heard you talk about how guys with average sized dicks can still be alphas. But if they can’t cunt a faggot I honestly don’t understand how that could be true. Wondering what you think

Thank you for writing!

It’s true: I don’t think penis size has anything substantial to do with Alphahood, and Men with average cocks can still be Alpha. I know, because I’ve served them.

You bring up an important point about cunting faggots. I do think it’s pretty important for any Owner of a faggot to cunt that faggot at least once in a while, because cunting resets a faggot’s wiring and keeps it in a service-oriented mindset.

But can an Alpha with an average-sized cock actually cunt a faggot? Of course he can! Cunting involves a couple of factors: mind fucking, intensity of the fuck itself, and the number of times the fag’s prostate can be stimulated. Let’s focus on the last one, since that directly addresses the issue of cock size. The prostate is located 5-5.5 inches beyond the sphincter. This is easily reachable for most cocks, especially if they’re thicker.

So in short, average dicks can cunt a faggot.

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Carson to his Alpha father Colby. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Sons learn a lot of things from their fathers. From them we learn about expectations, responsibilities, and our place in the world. For me, my father taught me what I DON’T want to be, and I think I’ve inadvertently created a life that rebels against his impression upon me.

But for my fag brother Carson, his father has had the most profound effect of all. His father, Master Colby, is an Alpha. A God Alpha. And he’s claimed his son as his personal faggot in every way imaginable.

Whatever Carson thought his life might be, it changed the first time Master Colby commanded that he kneel and take his cock into his mouth. Since then, Master Colby has cunted and bred Carson, introducing Carson to “the void” that yearns for his father’s Alpha cock.

Notice how it’s changing Carson:

Hey Sam, it’s faggot Carson. I wanted to update you on my growing service to my alpha dad, Colby.

Since my dad took my ass I honestly barely think about anything other than him. You were right about this cunting stuff. I’d always admired him but now it drives me crazy. His muscles, his height, his body hair, his cock. And since he just walks around naked now it’s like I’m constantly in heat.

I ordered a cage, and gave dad the key on Father’s Day. Honestly when I wasn’t locked up, I constantly had a boner when he was around, so it’s definitely a good thing. But I have been leaking a lot.

Since he’s cunted me, he breeds me every day that he doesn’t have a girl over and has me suck his dick most mornings.

My hole is almost constantly sore but I’m starting to adjust. He doesn’t like to use lube so he just uses his spit, and I’d guess his dick is as thick as a coke can so it hurts but it’s so worth it. Was honestly planning to try to transfer to a four year school and move out in a year or two but I’m addicted to serving him.

Just wanted to share an update and thank you for your support and advice.

See how Carson’s life and his desires are being altered by Master Colby and his thick Alpha cock? His entire life path has been changed by being cunted by his Alpha father!

I think it’s beautiful that Carson gave his father the key to his chastity cage and he’s now locked up! What a great Father’s Day gift! Imagine the safety and comfort Carson feels being locked in a cage under the supervision of his father and Master!

I realize that what is happening between Master Colby and Carson his son might be difficult to accept for some people to accept, but hierarchically this is perfectly natural. An Alpha father has the responsibility to protect and guide his faggot son in whatever way he feels the faggot needs. Some I’ve covered in the past assigned another Master to take their faggot sons and train them/breed them, and that has worked out well. Master Colby has chosen a path that allows him to more closely monitor what Carson needs.

And I’m sure Carson is grateful for it!

Well hung Alphas like @MarcoPstar almost accidentally cunt faggots because their cocks can’t help but hit its prostate. In this case the faggot was cunted to the point it pissed itself.

But notice how Master Marco didn’t stop!

A faggot can have a moment, but his pleasure is all that matters!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I’ve met a lot of great Alpha Kings during the 11 years of this site. It’s been a real blessing to intimately know some of the world’s greatest Alphas, listen to their thoughts about their power, their place in the world, and their thoughts on hierarchy. Their lives have enriched me and my understanding of hierarchy, and have inspired countless other Alphas and faggots alike.

All of the struggle to keep this site alive has been worth it for that one reason alone.

I’ve certainly fallen for some of these Alphas. I just connect with some of them in unexpected ways. After all, I’m a faggot like any other, but I’m also vulnerable to the charms of particular Alphas with intelligence and a cheerful, confident bravado. That description could be tattooed on one of my favorite Alphas, the irrepressible Master Joe.

He wafts in and out of my life like pheromone cologne. Every time I catch sight of even one word from him, my hole widens so rapidly that it creates a vortex. I’m like a snake defanged by the song of the charmer. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Master Joe wafted into my inbox again to regale me with an update on his superior life and the enjoyment of his Kingdom. It befits him:

Hey my sexy Sam, what’s up?
This is your beloved Master Joe, how’s everything, beautiful fag?

I have been fucking and breeding my fag for a while now, who is also my boyfriend and my best friend’s brother. The life of a King. After a months trying multiple positions, I found out that his favorite position is on his stomach, with his ass up, and with me putting all my weight on his back. I put his ass up, go balls deep in his pussy, but instead of hugging him, I open both of my hands and put them on his back, laying all my weight on his back. I’ve been hitting the gym very often and he’s quite skinny, so it’s a lot of pressure on his back and chest, but he loves the pressure, he always moans when I bang him, but in this position he literally screams and begs for my cum lol which I love because his brother can usually hear him from the other bedroom – so I wanna ask you, why do you think my fag loves this position so much? Maybe he feels more submissive? Or I hit his prostate more? Or both? I don’t know, I just know how to fuck and breed, you’re the specialist here.

By the way, I came here to give you this update and just read my Alpha brother’s Jerome account the World Cup. I am a veeeeeery proud Spaniard, and I love my country, so I hope France will be the runner-up. And most importantly, I loved his idea, but I went a bit further. I texted my best friend saying that I will fuck his fag brother for every single goal that we score – I know, I know, people will find me an asshole for saying these things to my friend, but this has always been our dynamic, I love to see his reactions when I say that I own his little brother. He protects his fag brother from everything, but he can’t protect his hole from my cock lol and my friend just answered: “my brother doesn’t like soccer, but I bet he won’t complain if we score many goals jajaja” Vamos España! Vamos España!

Oh dear, I’m falling again!

The saga of Master Joe and his Alpha best friend is one of the best Alpha friendships I’ve ever covered. Their rivalry is joyous and good-natured, exactly the way truly equal brothers play. I’m sure it must be hard for his friend to listen to Master Joe pumping so much cum into his little brother, but there’s literally nothing he can do except take it (kind of like his little brother!). I’m honestly surprised that Master Joe’s friend hasn’t tried using a faggot given how his little brother faithfully serves Master Joe!

Master Joe asked about that particular position. I think most faggots love that position because it’s impersonal and somewhat degrading. We are defenseless in that position, something faggots like. We especially love when the Alpha puts his legs on the outside of our legs, straddling us (what’s commonly known as “froggy style”).

You can definitely his the faggot’s prostate in this position, but for whatever reason (probably because the dick doesn’t get in as deep) this position doesn’t lead to cunting very often. Faggots most often are cunted in missionary, with the fag’s legs up. This allows the deepest penetration and direct stimulation of the prostate.

As far as the World Cup breedings happening with Masters Joe and Jerome, that is the only thing that will get me interested in the World Cup or boring-ass soccer (or football) in general. I’ll be checking out the scores and thinking about all of those cumshots being pumped into lucky faggots!

Master Joe, thank you for blessing me once again! “Beloved” is the right word, Master. You’re never far away from my thoughts, and I hope you stay happy and worshiped!

Yours Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following a 26-year-old straight Alpha engineer who has discovered his new, younger roommate named Samuel is a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve said it countless times here: straight Alphas will use faggots for a variety of things, including sex. This doesn’t change their sexuality at all. In fact, it reinforces their sexuality and power.

While quite a few straight Alphas use faggots sexually, I wouldn’t say it’s widespread. There’s still a fair amount of homophobia and misinformation out there about this controversial subject. To overcome this, we need our most powerful Alphas – our Apex and God Alphas – to mentor lower-level Alphas on the sexual use of faggots.

Thankfully, this instinct for Alpha mentorship is baked into Alpha genetics. Men love to share great and secret experiences with their brethren, like a secret society where only those “in the know” understand each other. I’ve covered multiple occasions when powerful Alphas surprised their straight Alpha friends with an impromptu use of a faggot, and the results are almost always extraordinary. The other straight Alphas present usually look on with a mixture of curiosity and awe, and very often try the faggot themselves!

Add Master Stretch to that pantheon of mentor Alpha leaders!

I really thought this latest update was pretty awesome:

Hey faggot,

Writing to thank you and the men on the discord for advice on how to train my faggot Samuel.

As I let you know earlier it has taken well to his scent training and he can take a rough throat fucking. 

Since I’ve been using it more thoroughly, it’s becoming an even better faggot. It’s started calling itself a faggot and embraces that identity. Gets me beers and gets on all fours as my footstool without asking. He’s stays in his place when I want him out of the way (although I did put a lock on the outside of his room).

This past weekend I had a couple of bros over from college for game 5 of the nba finals and had the faggot serve us. I know these guys aren’t going to snitch to my work about it, so I told them that he’s a faggot that I met at work and that I own him. Two of my buddies accepted that easier than I thought they would, but one (Charlie) of them was kind of aghast and asked what I meant. I explained that he takes care of my house, cooks, cleans, pays me tribute, does whatever I want and is effectively a slave. 

Charlie questioned that it would do anything and so I pulled out my cock (I have done worse things in front of these guys). I told Samuel to suck it. He was really gagging himself on it, I think he enjoyed putting on a show. When I was about to cum, I pushed his head down and shot straight down his throat. 

Charlie seemed like he was in awe but we kept drinking and watching the game. 

I’ve always been a sort of leader of the group but it feels fucking amazing that I can use a faggot like that and they just go along with it. Love to have guys who at least present as alphas defer to me. 

And since I love to show off, see attached of right before I cunted it.

Master Stretch

It sounds like Charlie might eventually be interested in trying a faggot!

I love how fearless Master Stretch is in parading his faggot around in front of his friends or feeding his faggot a massive load right in front of them! This is how lower-level Alphas learn the true extent of their power and grow!

I must also give props to my faggot brother Sammy (whom I haven’t met) for being so obedient and eager to perform any task Master Stretch commands! Ordinarily, such a thing could make a faggot feel scared and humiliated. But Sammy dropped to his knees immediately, safe under the control of its Owner!

I cannot emphasize the importance of acts like this in the understanding and acceptance of hierarchy as the truth! I’m so grateful to Master Stretch for being another shining example of hierarchical truth in action! Thank you, Master!

Here’s the picture Master Stretch mentioned at the end of his letter:

Very hot!!!

Hi Sam —

This isn’t so much a question as it is an announcement/reminder of the truth of hierarchy. I’ve been experimenting with chastity for a while now but haven’t combined it with serving men (I guess I was just practicing with myself, getting comfortable). Anyway, tonight I met up with this amazing Black alpha. He had the body of a Greek god and his cock with perfect – 8″ and not too thick. I worshipped his pecs and abs before dropping to my knees and nursing on this amazing cock.

Like a good fag, I stayed locked and wore a jockstrap to contain myself. He fucked me relentlessly and now I’m sitting here feeling this weird feeling I haven’t felt in a while, and it hit me: he cunted me. I’m in such deep subspace right now and I feel a mix of sorrow and yearning for him. Maybe it’s because this was the first time I was fucked while in chastity, but it feels like it just hit me harder than ever before.

Is this what its like to be fucked in chastity?

Thank you for writing to me, brother!

I’m so proud of you for taking chastity seriously! It’s a huge step in the progress of a faggot (I actually wish I had been put into chastity 30 years ago!), and yes, it does affect how you process your sexual service! It heightens your senses and mental state, and deepens your submission better than any bottle of poppers ever could.

These qualities are vital for a true cunting to occur, mainly because you’re totally focused on your hole while being fucked. The sensations of every stroke reverberate through the body with greater intensity. It’s like strong strums of a guitar inside a large metal space. Eventually the vibrations compound until they reach critical mass.

I think you experienced something like that with this black Alpha.

First of all, congratulations on being able to serve that black Alpha. They’re amazing Kings, aren’t they? He no doubt appreciated being served by a serious faggot in chastity! I’m wondering if you were fully cunted, because you didn’t describe many of the traditional cunting symptoms that occur during the act of getting fucked. Maybe you left that out, though.

What you DID describe is something I call “The Void”. I wrote about that HERE. Now, cunting and “the void” are intimately related, so perhaps you WERE cunted. But you’re definitely describing the void, a feeling I STILL have that I connect to certain Alphas who’ve fucked and cunted me. When Alphas describe our pussies as “hungry”, this void is exactly why. The void makes our pussies ache to be filled again and again.

Chastity only intensifies that feeling … deepens it.

I sincerely hope you’re going to serve that black King again! Thanking him for cunting and voiding you might be a great way to trigger his ego and make him feel like a god! Try it!

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Hi Sam,

I remember seeing more than one version of the “What is Cunting” video a while ago. I was wondering if you still have that or if you could point me in the direction of where I could find it.

Also, do you have any plans for more instructional videos like that one or the “What is a Faggot” video? I love them. So informative and helpful for us fags.

Thank you!!!

Thank you for writing in!

Very good memory! There was an original version of the “What Is Cunting” video! The only difference between it and the final version is the concluding bit of video showing the aftermath of a faggot being cunted that I found after the fact.

Here is that video, which I’ve incorporated into the right sidebar as well.

I’ve always had plans (and even scripts written) for videos like “What Is An Alpha?” and “What Is Hierarchy?”, but TIME is the constant enemy. It’s especially true these days as I attempt to build my own large company.

For fun, here is the “What Is A Faggot?” video as well:

Thanks again for writing!

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