Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.
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Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.
When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.
When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.
Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.
When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.
I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.
Zack (Owned by Sir Declan) ——————————
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The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steven. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I just published THIS STORY about how loved Giovanni feels as the personal faggot of a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo, so I thought this recent message from Tyler might be the perfect bookend to that. Odd how these things go sometimes, isn’t it?
You might remember Tyler being essentially rescued from the cruel hands of a Destroyer Alpha named Adam by his current Master, Steven. Master Steven’s brave stance against Adam in order to save Tyler was inspirational and worthy of accolades. It’s just the way any true Protector Alpha would react.
But faggot psychology can be quite complicated. Very often faggots seek the wrong thing, plagued by deep feelings of unworthiness and self-loathing that craves to be reinforced by the cruelty of hateful Men. Time and time again I’ve seen faggots immolate themselves in the flame they couldn’t resist flying into despite my warnings. This often results in broken hearts, and broken lives.
Notice how even now, as Tyler enjoys a favored place at the feet of his great Master Steven, his defective faggot heart is craving abuse:
Hey Sam,
This is Tyler again. We talked a while ago about my Master Steven. He really saved me and I’m forever grateful for the way he rescued me. He’s also paying for my therapy and it’s been good for my self knowing. But one of the things I learned in therapy is that I have a need for degradation. That’s why I kept going back to Adam no matter how much he hurt me. I still have urges to serve me, but every time I feel it, I focus on serving Steven as my one and only Master.
My question is: Steven is a great Alpha and any fag would be happy with him, but he is a real gentleman. He speaks several languages, he’s really knowledgeable, well-succeeded in his career, and a wonderful man. But he treats me like a princess, he even buys me gifts from time to time. A few days ago he bought me a gorgeous pair of earrings, and I loved them. But it’s such a turn off… he takes care of me, protects me, wants to see me improving in my career and life, he became a real mentor and Master for me. But I have this urge to be treated like trash, like a pathetic worthless fag, just a cumdump and nothing more. He does fuck me well and treats me like a fag in bed, and I serve him domestically, but he treats me too well… he controls me but always to lift me up, and I miss a Man who curses me, spits on my face for no reason, I don’t know how to navigate this because he is a really good Man.
Should I ask him to be a little more brutal with me?
What a mess!
My sympathy goes to Master Steven. He’s truly showing his faggot the kindness and care that many Men wouldn’t dare to show, and his faggot doesn’t want any of it. It’s like a homeless person who begs for food on the street despising the food he’s given because it’s too rich or too sweet. It makes no sense.
I feel sorry for Tyler, too. Clearly, he’s broken in some way that may not ever be fixed. I just wish that faggots who find themselves in remarkably nurturing situations could just find peace and joy serving the Men caring for them. Master Steven is one of the best Alphas out there, and he deserves respect, worship, and adoration for being the Man he is … not this kind of emotional betrayal.
I think Tyler should kneel and confess these feelings to his Master. It’s not going to be an easy conversation (probably more than a little embarrassing), but Master Steven deserves at least an opportunity to respond. Perhaps he has a solution to this, but who knows?
But if he can figure out the solution to why faggots seek self-destruction, I’d love to hear it!
So I have an alpha, and he calls me faggot. Thats what I’m saved as in his phone, that’s how he addresses me—I don’t know if hes ever called me by my actual name. He calls me a faggot when he fucks my throat, and there is honestly no better feeling when he does. The other day he called me a ‘good faggot’ when I was cleaning his place, and man was that amazing.
I guess I’m curious, why do guys like me love being called a faggot so much? A lot of people find the term taboo, but I can’t get enough of it—it perfectly encapsulates who I am and what my role is.
Thank you for the question, brother!
Yes, this is one of the deepest truths in faggot life. We love being called filthy and derogatory names, but the term “faggot” stands alone as our deepest trigger word. One of my most popular posts on Tumblr in the earliest days of this site was an article that defiantly defended the use of the term “faggot”, and my stance has never wavered.
Why do we love it so much? Well, first of all, we are born faggots. When we first heard that term, we instantly identified with it because we knew instinctively that it described a truth inside us even before we had sexual thoughts (for me, it was in the sixth grade).
But we also like when Men and Alphas call us “faggot” because it makes us feel “seen” by them. So often, we go ignored (until they need something), so a Man acknowledging our faghood reinforces within ourselves that we are not imagining things. THIS IS ACTUALLY WHO WE ARE!
Faggots also have a masochistic/sadomasochistic side to them, and the use of the word “faggot” hits as hard as a fist sometimes. We like abuse in many ways; that’s just one.
Your Alpha is acknowledging your purpose and position by calling you “faggot”. In some ways, Alphas use the term with some amount of affection (like the name of a pet), and we can look at it that way as well. Relish his use of that term, brother!
Faggot psychology is complex for sure, but if you read this site you’ll practically get a PhD in it!
One of the better porn Alphas on X is a God Alpha named @TheRealKingCock. He likes to write in some courtly (i.e. stilted) Middle English manner that is quite pretentious, but whatever.
He posted this proclamation on his account in support of bottoms/faggots and calling on an end of shaming faggots.
Here’s what he wrote:
A matter most grave hath long plagued our fellowship, and the hour hath come to speak plainly. Too oft hath the realm treated the noble steeds, the bottoms, as lesser creatures, as though yielding were weakness and pleasure were a sin. This folly springeth from the same poisoned well as the old scorn for women, a curse of ages past where softness was mistaken for frailty, and dominance for worth.
But mark this decree: there is no shame in, nor honor in coldness. To ride or to be ridden, both are acts of trust, of fire, of glorious abandon. Yet the whispers of our realm speak with cruelty, mocking those who offer the throne as though they be unworthy. ‘Tis ignorance, and worse, ‘tis theft, for what soul among us hath not dreamt of such bliss? What knight hath not wondered how it must feel to yield with grace, to be cherished, not conquered?
We dwell now in a golden age undreamt of by those before us. The plagues that haunted our forebears have been driven back by science and courage; laws have risen to shield our lives and loves; the banners of our people fly upon screens and stages across the realm. Where once there was only fear, now standeth freedom. Where once we hid in shadows, now we build temples of joy, of dance, of flesh, of laughter.
So why cling to this poison, this shaming of the steed? Let us instead craft a kingdom where all may ride, may be ridden, may polish and be polished without scorn nor whisper. Let our pleasures be free of cruelty, our beds free of judgment. For in such a court, methinks, lies the truest debauchery, the kind where hearts are unguarded, bodies unashamed, and all may feast without fear.
The King hath spoken. Will thou heed these words, or shall the old cruelties chain us yet?
Way too many “haths” in that drivel!
Here’s my take: I do disagree to some extent. Hierarchy is immutable truth, and it governs our lives. In that framework, there are those naturally superior. There’s no shame in it.
Let’s face it: some are born winners, and some are born losers. Some are born Kings and some are born slaves. In his awkward vernacular, some are HATHS and others are HATH NOTS.
There’s no shame in being born a faggot if you understand that is your purpose. I have found great peace through submitting to and serving Men.
What this Master seems to be trying to do is elevate faggots to the level of “Princess” or some other precious companion. Certainly faggots can be made into that, but generally that is not our natural function.
This Master can get romantic with his faggots, but by taking this stance in general robs faggots of the kind of conditioning they need to feel fulfilled.
I’d love to get some opinions on this subtle-but-significant difference.
There have been at least four half-started versions of this story during this blog’s 4.5-year history. Every time I would start it, I’d feel panic and stop. But, for the sake of transparency, I finally got it done. Enjoy my shame!
For a time when I was 27 I had no Owner. So, of course, I was out prowling the night and sucking dick pretty regularly. One Friday evening I met a local Alpha named Carlo (not his real name). Carlo was 21 years old and gorgeous. He looked A LOT like this pretty famous amateur porn star that I’m sure most of my readers have seen at one point or another:
Needless to say, I was pretty excited to serve this guy. Sadly, we couldn’t get together that night, so he invited me over the next day after he got off work.
I arrived on time at the condo address (he was renting it). He opened the door wearing a black Adidas tee-shirt, basketball shorts, and some red Converse shoes.
“Come in,” he said flatly. I looked up at him. His dark eyes were unsympathetic, predatorial. He looked like a hungry human shark. I followed his command and entered. The condo was a split level unit. The lower level had no furniture in it. There were beer cans and trash scattered here and there around the place.
He saw me surveying the damage. “Had a party last night since it’s my last weekend,” he said dismissively. “Wanna beer?”
He handed me a Budweiser and we sat together on the brick fireplace. Mostly mindless “getting to know you” chit-chat. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his feet.
“What size shoe do you wear, Sir?” I asked tentatively.
He smiled. “Size twelve.”
“Wow,” I replied breathlessly, not even trying to disguise my lust.
“You like that?” he asked. I nodded. “Take my shoes off.”
I practically fell on my face stumbling to my knees at his feet. The shoes were barely tied, so I slipped them off one at a time. No socks – beautiful. His feet were big and wide and suckable. I followed my natural instinct and leaned down to kiss them. Carlo chuckled nervously.
While I was lost in worship, I heard the rustling of fabric. I looked up to see Carlo discarding his shirt, exposing his nicely-built chest decorated with several tattoos. They looked beautiful on the light-brown sugar of his skin.
He glared down at me. “I want you to suck my dick.” With that, he pulled his shorts down, allowing a large brown cock to flop out. I scrambled up to meet it, hungrily sucking it into my mouth. It was already pretty hard, but it stiffened to full power almost instantly as I sucked the fat head.
“Yeah, you faggots like that,” he growled. I was not his first. I mumbled affirmatively while taking more of his meat down my throat. He wrapped a hand around the back of my head and gently pushed my head onto it.
Let me tell you, he smelled amazing. I don’t think he had showered from the previous night, and he had that sweaty musk emanating from his crotch. At the first chance, I went and began licking his round, swollen balls in order to inhale that scent more deeply.
Then Carlo surprised me. “I want to fuck you.”
I bolted upright. Like a stupid faggot, I hadn’t prepped prior to meeting up. I thought I might suck this Latino god and nothing more. In addition, my digestive system wasn’t exactly cooperating. I began begging off his plan to fuck me, but he only became more insistent.
Finally, he had enough. “Faggot, take off your clothes,” he ordered firmly. Game over.
I took off my clothes glumly like I was preparing for the gas chamber and tossed them onto the fireplace. Then Carlo took me by the arm and led me upstairs to the bedroom.
Unlike the lower level, the bedroom still had most of its furniture intact. Carlo placed a hand on my back and pushed me face-first onto the bed. I remained still, breathing heavily out of fear of what could happen. I heard him pump lube and slather it on his cock. Then he swiped some over my hole.
Carlos placed his hands firmly on my hips and yanked me toward him so that my ass was draped over the edge of the bed. I lifted my ass to meet him. Then I felt him push his cock in slowly, the lips of my ass stretching around it.
He began to fuck me hard. I could hear him grunting with almost every thrust. It felt amazing, truly, but I was distracted. I was feeling something churning in my bowels.
The pressure and pushing were becoming too obvious to ignore. I began to crawl forward away from him, but Carlo grabbed me and held me in place. He was getting close.
Then it happened. I felt a wetness on my legs. Then light splattering. I WAS SHITTING ON THIS ALPHA! Incredibly, Carlo was undeterred. He kept pounding my ass, each thrust accompanied by a wet thwap! My mind went elsewhere. Like any moment of trauma, the only defense is to divorce yourself from what is happening with your body.
Carlo finally stopped and pulled out. I slowly turned around. Carlo was panting and sweaty, his cock and lower torso covered with my diarrhea. The smell was beyond description.
“I … I’m so sorry Sir …” I whispered.
“I’m going to take a shower,” said Carlo in a no-nonsense tone, “clean yourself up in the bathroom downstairs.”
I turned toward the bedroom door. “And don’t leave,” he added.
I stumbled down the stairs in a daze. I went into the small downstairs bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like crying. I solemnly cleaned myself as best as I could.
I went into the living room and quickly dressed. I could hear Carlo finishing his shower. I was tempted to leave, but I obeyed his order to stay.
Eventually, Carlo came downstairs in just a towel. “I thought you might leave,” he said, almost smirking. My eyes were cast downward. “No, Sir, you told me to stay.”
We talked idly for a few minutes as I slowly slunk toward the door. Then, as I was leaving, he said, “I’ll call you.” I nodded and left.
I didn’t think he would ever call me again, but he did! I never answered any of the calls or returned them. I just couldn’t face him after that.
Is there a lesson that can come from this awful story? Maybe a couple:
1. Always be prepared when meeting with an Alpha.
2. Never judge the sexual interests of a Man. You never know what he might like or want.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a young faggot named Asher by his actual uncle. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’m always nervous when discussing family Hierarchy or advising someone who wants to make a move on a family member. There are simply too many volatile elements involved, and the possibilities for long-term trouble abound. Fortunately I have been lucky enough when advising others!
Asher the faggot was a peculiar situation. He had a desire to serve his real uncle, which is not uncommon among us, but his family background was already pretty broken. I just didn’t want this straight uncle to heap more abuse on poor Asher’s head.
Fortunately, it sounds like the exact opposite has happened:
It has been a long time since we have spoken and a lot has happened in this time. Well firstly, my uncle has now decided that I would call him Master. Honestly, I never knew the difference until I started to call him Master. When I call him Master, it just redefines me as his subservient.
And now I can finally feel that he is ready to fuck me. I mean he always was. But he says, that I should crave for his cock. I don’t understand what that means.
He has introduced me to some of his close friends, yet not my stepdad. Many of his friends have touched me, groped my ass cheeks, made fun of my little limp clit and even slapped me around. My job is to worship them, love their cocks and do their chores, and honestly I love it. Now I am just waiting for Master to fuck me.
I have more to say but that is it for now.
Love you, Bye Sam
It’s always interesting when older straight Alphas demonstrate a keen understanding of Hierarchical roles like Asher’s uncle does. Did the uncle use faggots in the past? (Likely) Or is it something Men just understand naturally? (Possibly)
I want to address Asher’s question. When Asher’s uncle says Asher needs to crave cock, he is referring to the demonstrated hunger expected from a needy faggot. To demonstrate that, we drop to our knees and kiss our Master’s feet, or we ask permission to serve them in some way. These acts trigger the dominant part of an Alpha’s brain, and it causes him to want to mark the faggot.
It’s also interesting that the uncle is passing his faggot nephew around to other Men without using him personally. I’m not sure why that’s happening, but my guess is he was testing the desirability of Asher. That, or he’s preparing Asher mentally for a life of service.
This was a small update, so I won’t belabor the point. But I suspect something is coming soon!
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!
I’m often shocked by how disrespectful some faggots are with their Masters. I remember being particularly incensed with Chin when he would repeatedly disrespect and disobey Master Jin (especially considering the life Master Jin provided for him). It simply makes no sense. If an ALPHA chooses a faggot to be his personal property, that faggot should be endlessly grateful, not self-righteous.
That deep respect we faggots should have for Alphas also extends to an Alpha’s Pack as well. Typically an Alpha Pack is made up of an Alpha’s close Alpha friends, but it can also be simply those close to an Alpha. An Alpha considers these people to be an extension of himself, so a faggot should do the same.
Like I said, I find it hard to imagine any faggot showing disrespect to an Alpha, but I really find it hard to understand a faggot showing Master Jase such disrespect. Seriously? He regularly (like, daily?) destroys males twice his size. He has unparalleled aggression and gym-honed strength. Even if a faggot could match his physical strength, it lacks the internal components Master Jase was born with that makes him one of the most fearsome predators on Earth.
You’d have a better chance of survival while disrespecting a bull … or a T-Rex.
Nevertheless, some fags have a death wish, and Master Jase has provided us with a great example. Listen to his account:
I think you’d be interested in this past weekend’s punishment-training of a fag who doesn’t know his place. I mentioned a few days ago that I had a roided up fag choking on my cock as I messaged you. While his weekend-long punishment may have ended, breaking his will and his submission is only starting. His name for now is mutt. You know I attach importance to titles. Sluts are above fags, fags are above mutts.
To keep a long story short, the now roided fag disrespected not only one of my social circle friends, but also chose to insult me. I had a night out with my social circle, and he confronted one of my social circle friends in such an arrogant, demeaning, cocky and entitled way that he had all my instincts pulsing to be released.
I had him grabbed by his collar and pinning him against a wall, ordering him to apologise. He does so, but then sealed his fate by demanding I let him go, referring to me as “this kung fu chink”.
You can imagine how it ended for him. I had his face slammed into the carpet and pinned, grinding it with a barely leashed alpha fury. I easily dragged him down to a car where one of my friends, who has served me before, drove me home. I had him, a man twice my size ripped with my muscle, meekly kneeling on the back-seat while I had a hand fisted in his hair the whole time.
I told him to cancel all his plans. I took his phone and slapped and punched his face around for good measure. As we got closer to my place, I told the fag that I was going to teach it good manners and behaviours, and I was going to beat it into him. “You’re about to learn your place as dirt barely worthy to touch my feet.”
He learnt swiftly that despite the size difference, I outpowered him. I choked and punched him til he almost lost breath. I kicked him as he weakly rolled underneath me. I pressed his head down into the floor with my foot as I tore his expensive clothes off. I punched him more. I took pleasure in inflicting hard, brutal, alpha violence on his hard, muscled body.
The thrill of manhandling and subdueing a strong built man into a overpowered muscle fag never gets old. Nothing gets my blood pumping and my cock harder than physically dominating a larger hunk. Nothing says owned and conquered like the now naked fag weakly crawling on the ground towards my feet, beaten and red, and I’m standing over him, dressed to impress, my muscles pumped from overpowering him.
I let my in-house slut watch as both entertainment and reward. He knelt nearby, captivated by my every move, and I knew he was hungry and waiting to serve and obey my next command for him. But I was far from done with the pathetic mutt.
I planted my boots against his face and made him kiss and lick them. I freed my giant straining cock from my pants, and let it bounce out and loom over the mutt like a battering ram. I could barely see the pathetic fag worshipping my boots under my massively pumped and thick cock.
My pre pooled on the back of his head, but when he tried to look up, I stamped on his head, pinning it to the ground. He obediently went back to worshiping my boots. When I finally gave him permission to look up…well. Fag, you of all people will no doubt have understood the absolute look of awe, fear, terror and wonder washed over his face upon seeing my monster cock looming over him.
I let my cock sway over the fag’s face for some time, before commanding him to tell me what he sees. “It’s so fucking big. You have such glorious balls and dick,” the fag began babbled, and I could hear him instinctively sniff in my scent. I could see his eyes transfixed on the slight flexing of my cock above him.
I gripped him again by his hair and slapped my cock across his face, letting him feel its immense weight and heat. I told him that my god cock will break him. I will use him. I will own him. “But you’re worthless right now, FAG. You need to earn the right to beg to serve me and my cock.”
I kicked him away, and he still was spellbound to my cock swinging out of my pants as he collapsed. I beckoned to my in-house slut and told him to make me comfortable. Being the good trained slut bitch he was, he began to undress and worship me at the same time.
The fag stayed on the ground and watched as my slut slowly pulled my boots and pants off, kissed my feet and snuggled against my legs. He continually thanked me as he made love to my pumped and strong muscles as he got my shirt off and kissed my pecs. Not once did he touch my cock or balls. He knew he didn’t get permission, so he worshipped everything else he could, including my pits. He put on a good show for the mutt.
Now naked, I made the mutt crawl towards me and sniff and lick my bare feet. Gripped him by the hair and made him look and smell at my cock. The fag made a mistake of trying to lick my cock from the overwhelming musk coming from it. I threw him down and punished his face and body, and told him to do it again. One more mistake and I would throw him out.
I held him under my cock for a long time until his face was smeared and dripping in my pre, and his eyes were completely dilated and dazed. I let go of him and the mutt collapsed to the ground, breathless and barely conscious. So fucking pathetic.
I pulled him back up and crushed his face under my huge cock. Made him stroke my cock with both of his hands. Made him cup and grope my balls. Made him sniff the overpowering scent of my manhood. Had him slowly go to kissing, and then made him hold his tongue out as I dragged my cock up and down, letting him taste my full length.
Finally I stuck my cockhead in his mouth. Told him to open wider, and bent his head back as I let the immense weight of my giant cock push its way in the fag’s mouth. I watched as his lips got taut, and his eyes began to tear up, and his jaws to widen even more. The faggot mutt could barely take in just my cockhead. Yet like all fags when they taste an alpha’s cock, he was instinctively adjusting to take more. His tongue was working, his throat was clenching, and I kept pushing.
By the end of the first couple hours, he had taken an additional couple inches of my cock and I felt my cockhead press against the back of his throat. More than half my cock was still outside his mouth. I made him stroke the remaining of my cock. Told him to taste. Told him to swallow my pre. I would pull out and slap his face around with both my hand and cock while he gasped for air before I pushed my cock back into his mouth. Force him until he was almost breathless before repeating it all again.
I hadn’t cum at all. You can imagine how throbbingly angry my cock was. My in-house slut had waited all this time, obedient and ready. I told the mutt to lower his head, all the way until his head touched the ground, and made him stay that way while I picked up my slut, slipped out his butt-plug and I pumped my cock into his ready muscled cunt. I made sure to fuck him loud and hard, so the mutt could hear every thrust and every slap. My slut cried and moaned and thanked me as I fucked him all over the room while the mutt remained kneeling and head to the ground. My slut had five assgasms in the one and a half hours I power-fucked him for.
I made the mutt look up as I got closer to breeding my slut. The fag watched as I suspended my slut above him and slammed him up and down my massive cock. I told him to watch what he craved, but needed to earn. I bred my slut so deep and so full that he was overfilling; I felt my cum spurting out his tight abused cunt ring around my cock and freely running down my thighs.
I pulled out my cock and the mutt moaned so loudly at the sight. I didn’t care, I flipped my slut so I could slide my cock in and out of his open mouth to clean it off cum and pre. Put him down and advanced on the mutt still kneeling. “Look at my cock,” I told the mutt. “You don’t deserve to clean it. You don’t deserve to receive my seed.” I walked and shoved my cockhead into the mutt’s head, making him choke. “You only deserve to taste it.”
This repeated throughout that night and the next day. I would command the mutt constantly. I would wrestle him, pin him, beat his body, then make him worship my pumped muscles. I left for a workout and commanded my in-house slut to wash the mutt. I came home to a clean and kneeling fag, and I shoved his face into my sweaty crotch to lick and sniff. I would tell him to glove up and fight in my home-gym ring, and when he inevitably lost to my overwhelming strength, I would use his body as a living heavy bag and between rounds, drill his mouth wide open.
I gave my in-house slut permission to use the mutt as well. My slut is a pre-alpha in training, so on occasion, I allow him to use what he’s learnt from me. While I pounded another fag in my room, I could hear him instructing the mutt on how to suck his cock. He would report back while worshiping my body and cock about the mutt’s progress. My slut has gotten very good at using his own dominance against inferior fags, using many of my techniques that I have used on him.
On Sunday morning, I painted the mutt’s face with pre, streaking his hair and cheeks in it, and made it tell me if it remembers what it did wrong on Friday. He began crying and pleading, saying he was so sorry for his rudeness, that knew his place now. “Please let me be your fag,” he begged hoarsely. His throat must have been so sore and rough, but he still begged. I pushed my cock against his lips, asked him to show me how much he wanted to be owned. He worshiped my cock and balls like his last meal.
As a final reward, I gripped his head and skull-fucked him for the first time. Letting him feel the same power in my thrusting cock as my punches. All the time, I told him that he will always be nothing but a fag to serve my needs. That he would serve me, but be broken and used how I wanted him to. He could still barely take half my cock in his mouth and throat. He gagged and flailed and cried and drooled, but he had never looked better.
I pulled out and just looked down at him as he heaved and panted. His built body red from days of hard punishment, his lips swollen and some splits, his eyes puffed, his chin soaked in spit and pre and his eyes disfocused. His face was utterly ruined. I turned away and told my slut to take him home, but told the faggot mutt that I would train his cunt the next time.
The dirty-talk was ongoing, fag. Very early on, I told the mutt, “Your only response from now is ‘Yes, Sir’.” He obeyed. While he worshipped my feet and cock, I gave a lot of one-word commands. They are powerful. “Crawl.” “Yes, Sir.” He crawled towards me, his eyes still locked onto me. I raised a foot and pressed it into his face. “Sniff.” “Yes, Sir.” He took deep inhales, taking in the strong scent of my feet. “Lick.” “Yes, Sir.” He slurped and licked over the base and even began to suck on my toes. I then shoved my foot on the back of his head and pinned his face to the ground. “Thank me.” “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” was his muffled groaning reply. When it came to my cock laying on top of his face. “Sniff”. “Kiss.” “Look.” “Keep your tongue out.” Such simple commands yet so powerful when I say it. When I started to put my cock in his mouth. “Open.” “Wider.” “Taste.” I can’t remember all that I said or commanded, but that is just a taster.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve had to punish-train a mutt like this, faggot Sam. It’s a thrill, a reminder that I rule over other men, especially ones so cocky and entitled. That a huge muscled man twice my size and weight is but another demolished ragdoll in front of my superior strength and dominance.
Can you even believe this faggot called Master Jase a “kung-fu chink” to his face?? When I read that, I felt my blood pressure rise. I’m surprised Master Jase didn’t just end the fag’s life right then!
I think it goes without saying that this faggot deserved every bit of the punishment it received.
I’m on record as advocating that Alphas should not physically punish a fag when it misbehaves (because many faggots get off on the abuse). Of course, I would never presume to tell Master Jase how he should train his faggots. He definitely knows what he’s doing!
The extended weekend torture sequence Master Jase described above might not have been as effective without the call/response part when Master Jase was retraining its mind with his boot on its face. I can’t emphasize this enough. Alpha Masters must get inside the MINDS of their faggots through effective training, not violence. A faggot can handle a lot of physical abuse, but it’s the possible loss of access and privileges that really drive it.
But Master Jase is an exceptional Owner of faggots, so he knew exactly how to break this faggot of its disrespect.
Once more I implore my faggot brothers to humble yourselves and treat every aspect of your Master’s life – including his Pack – with the utmost respect and care!
The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a 22-year-old Italian Alpha named Master Paolo who owns a muscle faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It seems that Master Jose’s heartfelt letter has inspired quite a few people! A few faggots have weighed in privately and in comments about the story, but given this is a story about Alpha Hierarchy, I’m mostly focused on the opinions of Alphas.
Fortunately, Alphas have been weighing in. Master Jase wrote a magnificent letter in support of Alphas breeding Alphas. Now the eloquent young Master Paolo has written something as well.
I do think Master Paolo’s perspective is of particular importance precisely because of his age. You see, at 22 years old, Master Paolo represents the next wave of Alphas. He points to the future of the Alpha class and how they will lead our world.
I love what he says here:
Hey pretty fag, this is Master Paolo
What a hot account of my brothers Jose and Lorenzo. Even hotter to see how my other brother Jase reacted to it. Fuck, I love to imagine powerful men fucking muscular guys. But this whole debate and Jase’s insights made me think a lot about myself. As you know well, I’m not into femboys and twinks, which is probably rare among other Alphas, but that also gives me a privileged position to think about fucking other Alphas. Reading what Jose has been through made me realize that I’ve fucked other Alphas in the past as well.
I used to think that any guy who would take my cock is a faggot and that was it. But that’s not true. Remember what I told you about power bottoms? Some of them are just bad fags who do not obey as they must, but I’m now realizing that some of those guys who I saw as power bottoms were in fact Alphas taking my cock!
Let me give you an example. Last year, I met a guy called Matteo at the gym. I made friends with him and he invited me to go to his place to watch a soccer game. We did it and in the middle of the match his boyfriend arrived, a total fag. The fag was wearing make up, tiny shorts, he looked like a girl to be honest. Matteo kissed his lips and I was not attracted to the faggot at all, he was too girly. But Matteo was really attractive and I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking him. We got closer and I went to his house a few more times, then one day we were drinking wine and he told me that he was looking for a man to fuck his girly boyfriend. He said he wanted to have a 3some, but not with another femboy, but with a man like me.
I was not too crazy about fucking that femboy fag, but at the end of the day I am a man and a hole is a hole lol so I told him that I was down to do it. The fag was really obedient and took my cock in his mouth with no complaints. Matteo held the boy’s head and forced it against my cock, and I started kissing Matteo. The fag served us for a long time, he was in heaven sucking our cocks. I don’t like touching dick so I did not do anything with Matteo, but he was crazy about holding my cock and put it in the fag’s mouth. Then I got bold after a while and said “well, if you like it, you should suck it too”
I thought he would never do it, but Matteo immediately open his mouth and took my whole cock while his fag took care of my balls. It was awesome Sam, you have no idea. I felt like a King at that moment. We started banging the fag doggy style, with Matteo in his mouth and I banging his ass. It felt really good, but Matteo told me not to cum yet. Then he took his cock out the fag’s ass, and said that he really wanted to try something new. He put the fag on all fours on the edge of the bed, started banging the fag, but when I was about to go to the boy’s mouth, Matteo told me that he wanted to feel me inside his ass.
I was really confused and took me 3 seconds to move LOL but it was not the time to ask questions, so I just put some lube on my cock, fingered his ass a little bit, and entered his hole. Matteo was really tight (and later he told me he was a virgin), so I did not go rough, but looking at that strong man banging his fag and giving his hole to me at the same time was too much for me, so I got really close with a few thrusts and told Matteo that I would cum on the fag’s face, but for my surprise he held my neck and told me to stay inside of him.
Imagine the scene Sam: the femboy with his ass up being roughly banged by Matteo, then Matteo standing next to the bed holding the fag with his left hand, but hugging me behind him with his right arm, and I was with my both hands in Matteo’s hips going deep into his tight hole. When he told me to stay, I got crazy, gave him a few more strong thrusts and pumped my load deep inside of him. It felt amazing. Feeling my cum inside of his ass, Matteo shot a huge inside of his fag’s pussy. And the fag, as it should be, did not cum at all, but took a big load in his hole.
Why am I telling you this whole story? Well, because you love hot accounts LOL but that’s not the only reason. After knowing more about Jose and Lorenzo, I understood way more this experience I had. Matteo realized he was not a God Alpha, but he was still an Alpha, so he wanted to have a stronger one breeding his while he was breeding his sub fag. And for my luck he saw this powerful man in me when we were together at the gym. I know it’s easier to think that hierarchy is binary and there are just those who fuck and those who are fucked. But trust me, things are more complex. I have fucked guys that were very dominant with their boyfriends, but took my dick when I wanted to fuck them. In other words Sam, hierarchy is not the 2 sides of a coin; it is a spectrum and that’s why your pyramid is a brilliant illustration.
So I want to side with Jase and share my thoughts with you, Jose, Lorenzo, Juan, and your whole audience. I think Jose should follow his real desire and not be afraid of the future. To be honest, readings his words, it seems to be that he really wants to take Lorenzo’s cock but he’s afraid of the effect of it on him. So please my brother Jose, I hope you read this: you are an Alpha and will never be a faggot. What you’re feeling right now is probably what Matteo felt when he met me. You have an urge to dominante inferior fags of course, but you are also attracted to Lorenzo’s cock because deep down you know he is above you. And that’s totally fine! Lorenzo seems to be a great guy, so relax, forget about your internalize prejudice, and follow your heart, ok? And if you ever come to Italy, I have a king size bed, man LOL
Take care, Sam Congratulations for being this sweet fag and once again bringing such a wonderful debate about hierarchy to this page
Such a thorough and well-thought-out response!
Master Paolo is absolutely right: Hierarchy isn’t an either/or proposition. In any power dynamic there will always be ones more powerful in certain situations. Reactions to certain stimuli can cause one to weaken or become enraged. Some of these dynamics simply cannot be controlled or managed, let alone put into a box with a definite label.
I love that Master Paolo, as young as he is, already had an encounter that perfectly mirrored the dilemma facing Master Jose. His story of breeding Master Matteo is exactly like this situation. And as Master Paolo said, his respect for Master Matteo as an Alpha didn’t waver. However, the breeding was a mutual acknowledgement that Master Paolo was the greater of the two.
That, ultimately, is the truest illustration of Hierarchy at work.
I really wish I would’ve answered Master Jose better than I did! In the pure light of true God Alphas like Masters Lorenzo, Jase, and Paolo, my little fag ramblings fall far short. I do hope Master Jose reads these Alpha responses and takes their wisdom to heart!
Thank you Master Paolo for your attention, care, and protection!
I have an alpha that I’ve had for awhile, we don’t live together but I come by his place often. I do chores for him, and of course I service him. Though he is a caring dom, he is becoming very strict, which I have no problem with. If I am not up to his standards, he will punish me- sometimes with spankings, sometimes he will intentionally make a mess for me to clean up. It is more frequent when he is in a bad mood.
The weird part is that I always enjoy when he is like this. I really enjoy being humiliated, and I like the discipline. It makes me a better faggot for him- I don’t want to slack off. It’s never abusive or physically harmful, he is just in charge and I feel like he has the right to. Is it common for fags to enjoy this? And why do fags enjoy this? I think his raw, angry, masculine energy being taken out on me (and my holes) just brings me a level of satisfaction that is hard to describe. Not sure if this is controversial or that if some fags do not enjoy this.
Thank you for the question, brother!
Congratulations on finding a Master who seems to be hitting all of the right buttons with you! You don’t sound unhappy at all about his more aggressive moments, but more curious as to why it is pleasurable to you. (Hopefully I’m reading that right!)
Let me preface my answer this way: while faggots are a natural part of our world, we are undoubtedly broken creatures. We know our imperfections and inferiority well. We feel it deep within ourselves, this worthlessness and shame.
We are often overlooked hierarchically by Men unless we have something to offer them, reinforcing those feelings of being nothing.
When Alphas treat us in abusive or demeaning ways, we recognize their abuse as “what we deserve”, but it’s even deeper than that. When Alphas abuse us verbally or physically, we feel finally “seen” by them. We have a purpose, and having purpose is deeply satisfying to anyone.
Some of this is closely related to Stockholm Syndrome, but I do think there are compelling variations from that classic explanation of abuse attraction. Faggots are poorly understood by modern psychiatry (if they’re acknowledged at all), so there’s very little specific knowledge to reference.
But having been a faggot my entire life, I feel my explanation above is as close to correct as I’ve ever seen. If anyone else has something to add, please do so in the comments.
Thank you for such an important question, brother!
Structured Analysis through the Lens of Hierarchical Sexual Ontology, Violent Truth, and Ritual Use
note: in this review, the author of the reviewed article is referred to as consistent with his self-prescribed place in the hierarchy, without capitalization of his role or name. However, the term “his” at the beginning of sentences has retained the capital H simply to preserve some grammatical consistency, but not to confer on the author any undeserved rank.
I. Introduction: Articulation vs. Integration
boy ben hartman’s A Theory of Faggotry is an elegant and deeply personal articulation of the Submissive and Masochistic Gay Beta Male (SMGB) identity. It blends lived experience with psychological theory, cultural insight, and spiritual framing. The result is a rare attempt to dignify the faggot role — or its softer synonym, SMGB — with language that avoids pathologizing or trivializing the subject.
However, while the text succeeds in defining and affirming the identity it explores, it falls short of fully integrating that identity into a comprehensive ontology of sexual hierarchy. It speaks movingly to the experience of individual faggots, but does not complete the arc: it does not address how the truth of faggotry functions within larger social, metaphysical, or civilizational structures.
More specifically, the text largely avoids the foundational roles that hierarchical violence, ritualized public degradation, and visible, violent sex play in maintaining and transforming sexual orders. Without these elements, the vision remains personal rather than ontological; explanatory rather than structural; therapeutic rather than civilizational.
The critique that follows is structured around five major domains:
The strength of the book’s core definitions
The limitations of its consent-and-respect framing
The absence of ritual violence as a constructive principle
The underdeveloped role of public degradation and exposure
The need for a vertically stratified metaphysics of faggotry
