The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve been the First Faggot to at least five straight Alphas, and each time it’s happened I’ve felt such a weight of responsibility. I always want to give Alphas good experiences, but with straight Alphas who have never known what’s it like to be serviced by a faggot, there’s more importance to get it right. I’ve always taken this responsibility seriously.

Fabien is a faggot after my own heart. He’s the little brother I never had, and we both see eye-to-eye on the importance of our purpose as faggots of straight Alphas. We also value and cherish every opportunity we have to be of service to these Kings!

Fabien’s latest update tickled me because it’s full of the joy as well as the scheming that we faggots do when dealing with straight Alphas who are oblivious to the purpose of faggots.

Read on to learn more:

My beloved big brother,

I definitely don’t want to make the same mistake of forgetting to tell you about an important moment in Anthony’s life (and mine), so I’m using the time while the Alphas are sleeping to write you a recap of the day!

My Master and I have been staying in a lovely little villa near the beach since yesterday. Today, while Anthony went to see some friends who were visiting nearby, I was supposed to pick up his older cousin Arthur at the train station. My Master told me that he thought his cousin was probably an Alpha (he’s very popular with girls, scores a string of conquests, and is generally very well-liked by everyone) but that, to his knowledge, he didn’t use any slaves. So I had the pleasure of meeting Arthur today and taking him to the beach, where he wanted to spend some time, and then at the villa, where he’s spending the week with us.

As soon as I saw him, I knew that my Master Anthony was right and that his cousin was an Alpha. Arthur is in his early thirties, about my age, and he exudes confidence and charm. You’ll probably think I’m obsessed with Spider-Man (and maybe I am!), but I think he has a bit of a resemblance to Andrew Garfield when he was younger and more muscular. In any case, my servile instinct kicked in immediately when I was with him!

When I met him, I took his luggage and asked him what he wanted and what I could do for him. I’ll try to transcribe as faithfully as possible (albeit maybe simplifying a bit) the conversation he and I had while we were walking to the beach and I was carrying his things.

“So you’re Tony’s roomate, hey?”

“Actually, I’m more his live-in servant. That’s why I am at your service as well, Sir! Tell me anything you want.”

He chuckled. “What do you mean? Does he pay you to clean his house and stuff like that?”

“No, he doesn’t pay me. Actually, I’m the one who gives him money! He deserves all I can give to him, and more.”

He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and puzzlement. Anthony hadn’t told me what I should or shouldn’t say to his cousin, but I felt it was my hierarchical duty to tell the truth to this Man who, clearly, wasn’t yet living the life he deserved to his full potential.”You see, Sir, there’s a Male Hierarchy, and the Alpha Males are at the top. They are the strongest, most confident and powerful Men who are natural leaders. The most superior Alphas are the ones who own and use slaves, especially male slaves.”

He wore an incredulous smile. “And so, men like you…”

“I’m not a Man. I don’t deserve that name, because I’m at the very bottom of the Hierarchy. I’m a slave. I was born for this.” He seemed more and more interested, though he was still skeptical. So I went on.

“Me and other males, we are natural slaves. We exist to serve Alphas and be used by them in any way they want. We serve them domestically, of course, financially, and we praise and worship them. And even sexually.”

He was surprised. “What? I thought Anthony’s was straight! We used to chase girls together, I practically trained him when he was a teen!”

“Then you did a wonderful job, Sir! Anthony is very popular with girls, I can tell you! He fucks them again and again! But even straight Alphas use inferior males sexually. They fuck us because that increases their power and their dominance. That doesn’t make them gay. Actually, they’re the straightest of straight Men.”

Arthur was silent for a moment, clearly deep in thought. When we were at the beach, and he was resting in the shade on a lounge chair after swimming, I sat in the sand, near him, practically at his feet.

“May I ask you a question, Sir? When you were in high school or college, or even now at work, do you have any bootlickers, any minions? People who do your every bidding? Don’t you see the people who bend over backward to please you?”

“Yeah, sure… In a way, I guess… I mean, I’ve always been popular…”

“That’s Hierarchy, Sir. You could certainly have slaves like me if you wanted. And you could fuck them whenever you want!”

He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah! That’s too weird!”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself, Sir. As an Alpha Male, as I gladly think you are, you are entitled to do what you want. If you don’t want to fuck males, just don’t. I would simply say that, in my humble opinion, you’re denying yourself a great power that should belong to you. And I’m saying that with all the respect I own to my superior, Sir!”

After another moment of silence, he asked me “Do you really think I could have a… a slave like you are to Tony?”

“At the very least, I think you should own some servants to do your chores, Sir. A real Man should never stoop to menial tasks unworthy of him. That’s what slaves like me are for. And yeah, I think you would remained stuck at a lower-level Alpha if you don’t use slaves sexually.”

Another silence. I’m almost certain I spotted an hard-on under his swimming trunks… And then, out of the blue. “Would you suck me off?”

I beamed. “Believe me, Sir, I would be very happy to do this for you. But I belong to my Master Anthony. I’m his property, and I cannot possibly submit to any other Man, however Alpha he is, without his explicit approval.”

When we got home to the villa, Anthony was already there. The two cousins shared a manly hug, and my Master motioned for me to unpack and set up Arthur’s things in the room assigned to him. (The two Men sleep upstairs, I sleep on a futon in the kitchen.) When I came back down, I brought them some glasses on a tray while they were chatting by the pool.

“See! I told you my boy would think to serve us drinks! Good boy! So you told Arthur everything about us?

“Does he really do everything you tell him to?” 

“Of course! He’s a slave! Look. Fab! Crawl on the floor!”

“Right away, Master!”

I did as I was told. I crawled on my belly, I kissed Anthony’s feet, Arthur’s feet. Anthony put his foot on me. I felt so honored and proud to be used as a trophy by Anthony to display his power in front of his latent Alpha cousin. I was ready to obey every single order at once.  Then I lay down on my back. Anthony cleaned his feet on my face.

“Do you like that, slave?”

“A lot, Master! The dirt on the bottom of your feet is worth more than me, Master. Thank you!”

They both laughed. I could tell Arthur was getting more and more comfortable. 

“Want to give it a try? Go ahead, he’s all yours! He has no dignity, he’ll do whatever you want!”

“I don’t know… Slave! Do ten push-ups in front of me and kiss my feet every time you go down!”

I obeyed. And I was glad I’d done some working out under Anthony’s orders to make it possible!

I made dinner while they were having fun in the pool. and I waited on them at the table. Later, I served them drinks and served as their footrest while they watched TV. I took the opportunity to lick Arthur’s foot that was resting in front of my face. I glanced at him to see if he was satisfied, and we shared a smile.

When they went to bed, Anthony said to his cousin, “If you wake up before I do, ask the slave for breakfast! And you can feed him your morning wood. He’s very good at blow jobs now.”

I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed, too! I have hard work to do tomorrow: two Alphas to serve and worship! It’s a lot for just one faggot, but I’m so happy to be helping my Master’s cousin awaken to his Alphahood!

Lots of love!

your loving little bro

fab the fag

Fabien does something here that I’ve emphasized countless times: be courageous, frank, and proud when speaking to straight Alphas about being a faggot or about hierarchy.

Why? Because it DISARMS straight Alphas, who are surprised you’re not ashamed. Also, when you speak plainly and frankly about your hierarchical purpose, it allows the Alpha to absorb and admit the truth of hierarchy through such reasoning.

Once you have straight Alphas on their heels, they become curious about why creatures like faggots exist, and what they can do with one.

An example of this: once Arthur learned of faggots, he asked, “would you suck me off?” That’s exactly what my first straight Alpha, Master Roger, said to me!!! It’s always where the straight Alpha brain goes once they learn they have a proud slave available to use!

All of this was possible only because Fabien was courageous from the start. He’d fixed in his mind that he was going to teach Arthur the truth about his service to Master Anthony, defend his own truth as a faggot, and be a teacher of hierarchy to this unknowing King.

Because of that mental/emotional work Fabien had done beforehand, he was ready with responses to questions he knew would eventually come. That casual frankness disarmed Arthur (as it does other straight Alphas), which allowed Fabien an opening to teach through words and actions!

I’m so impressed by Fabien! He’s learned so much about how to teach with purpose while also serving at the highest level. Master Anthony must be SO PROUD to own a great faggot like Fabien, who only ever honors his Master with exceptional service and obedience!

I know I’m proud to call him my brother and friend!

I love you, Fabien!

sam the faggot

The other day I mentioned my experience picking up an Alpha Lyft driver, and I figured I would receive at least one question about it. Sure enough, it arrived like clockwork:

Hi Brother Sam, Thank you for running this site as a just turned 18 year old fag I have found it very helpful and informative, I was scrolling through your page about to ask a question myself when a recent reply caught my attention from one of your stories, you mentioned you approached a Lyft driver and Managed to serve him in 2021, could you please share the story with me and inspire me? I only ask as I use an Uber to and from work every day the last month and it’s always this stunning married mid 40’s muscle gym bro who drives me to work and home, we have built up a relationship since the start of July (when I first started using him) and he is very Alpha. masculine, confident and gives off incredible energy, I find myself with the urge to serve him as a fag and was writing to you today for advice/how to approach it as I’m still so new to this world and want to serve him and embrace my duty as a fag and then I saw you mention a lyft driver which is so similar to my story, could you please provide tips/advice and share your story of how you convinced your lyft driver to let you serve him ? thank you brother Sam! much love and respect – Ryan the Fag xo

I wrote about the experience on the previous version of this site, but for some reason I couldn’t find it in my archives (I did find my post about the Alpha I drove home and serviced him after, which I might repost). So I’ll tell the story again, because it really illustrates the power of fearlessly speaking hierarchical truth!

As many of you know, I was arrested in late August of 2020 when a friend of mine asked me to drive a car to him in another state, and that car had meth inside the doors (of which fact I was naively unaware). I spent three weeks in jail before being released on my own recognizance. Three days after my release I came down with a paralyzing staph infection of the blood and pneumonia arising from the chemo port still in my chest from my bout with cancer two years prior. I nearly died from that while laboring in the COVID wing of the hospital, but I eventually overcame it after two months of antibiotics.

I was in rough shape!

I had sold my car to pay bills, so I was immobile for the first time since I was 16 years old. One day I needed to go to an Office Max store for some supplies, so I called a Lyft ride to drive me 15 minutes away. My driver was “Antoine”. I would later find out everybody called him “Twan”.

I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Twan in the driver’s seat. He looked young (turned out he was 24 years old) and wearing a Cardinals jersey. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and his short hair was twisted in little braids. He grunted at me when I greeted him with that indifferent black Alpha attitude I learned to overcome long ago. And so we started off.

I started by asking him how long he had been driving Lyft. “A coupla months,” was the blunt reply. So I quickly pivoted to my own previous experience driving Uber and Lyft for a year, and I mentioned how weird some of the rides had been. No real response. Then I said, “I’m sure you get a lot of people flirting with you since you’re Alpha.” He chuckled a little bit and agreed. “My girl don’t like that part.”

So then I said, “Do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” He quickly agreed that he was. So then I said, “Some people don’t think Alphas are real, but I know they are.” I began to describe some of the qualities of Alphas and what sets them apart. I had his attention.

Then I said, “I’m a firm believer in hierarchy.” He replied, “What do you mean?” So I explained how males are different, and how Alphas like him are at the top of the hierarchy pyramid and other males are below and serve the Alphas on top.

Then came the magic question: “So what are you?” I smiled, and without hesitation said, “I’m a faggot, Sir.”

Twan laughed in knowing surprise. “Yeah, I thought you were.”

By this point we were almost there. Time to wrap it up: “I’ve accepted that my role is to serve superior Men and Alphas like you. It’s just the way the world is.” Twan pulled his SUV up in front of the store.

Before getting out, I ended this way: “Sir, if you want to take my number, you can call if you ever need anything.” He took my number. “Thank you, Sir,” I said respectfully as I left his vehicle.

I went inside the store and, after looking around unsuccessfully for a bit, asked a clerk to help me. Suddenly, my phone dings. I have a message from Twan:

“Come out to the truck now.”

I immediately excused myself and left the store. In front of the store was Twan’s SUV. I climbed into the back seat, asking coyly, “Are you in need, Sir?”

“Yeah.”

We drove around until we found a bank that was closed (it was COVID, and many places were closed during the weekdays). He pulled to a discreet back corner of the lot, parked, and then hurried into the back seat with me. He pulled down his sweat pants and underwear in one smooth motion and said, “suck my dick, fag!”

One thing I love about black Alphas is the length and weight of their limp dicks. Even when they’re not hard, they’re still impressive when you manipulate them or suck them. Twan was not totally hard when I started, so I got to enjoy the pleasure of it rapidly growing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth for a bit, and he barked commands like “moan more!” when he wanted some vibration.

When he was getting close, I was starving for his load, but Twan loves shooting his loads on his cocksucker’s mouths/faces. He did that to me, and I pushed what I could into my mouth and swallowed it after.

Then he drive me home.

Since he had a girlfriend, he couldn’t use me all the time, but I was one of his regular cocksuckers for about a year or so until I was finally sentenced and sent to prison in July of 2022. When I was released two years later Twan had changed his phone number and mine was different, too. So that was the end of that!

As you can see, this isn’t particularly difficult. It really just requires a faggot to be fearlessly honest about hierarchy and purpose. You have truth and the insatiable Alpha sex drive on your side! Use those things to your advantage just like I did then!

Here’s to your growth and success, brother!

Love,

sam the faggot

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 story of beta-sub/faggot Pete and his relationships with his God Alpha father and his three Alpha sons continues to get crazier and more complex with every update. There are so many intricate co-minglings (literally) within the family’s emotional architecture that I occasionally stop and ponder over how it got this way.

My answer typically comes down to this: Master Doug, Pete’s God Alpha father, enforced a joyful celebration of masculine hierarchy all of their lives, and this is the end result of it. Pete’s family loves Manhood and the power that imbues in them. It’s just a great thing that Pete’s three sons have all turned out to be Alpha and can benefit from the teachings of Master Doug while also practicing on their faggot father!

Pete wrote a bit more about the family after my last post and my commentary possibly rattled him. I didn’t mean to sound critical or concerned about the situation. It’s simply not something I’ve seen a lot of in my time with this site (God Alpha Dino’s family notwithstanding).

Here’s Pete’s update:

A few thoughts and updates.

Danny, the youngest just turned 14. The other two have birthdays in August.

Danny is still a little horn dog, but he is learning control, leadership, responsibility. The summer has been full of baseball and football camps.

All three are team leaders.

One of Danny’s coaches told me what a fine man Danny is. A real leader (let again a great player.)

The older two were always going to do great. Danny was looking to be a wild boy and a difficult teen – but he’s learned to know his place, how to channel his energy, how to treat others. He does it as an alpha male. The same coach said that it was so great allowing Danny to grow into his dominance. Coach is a friend of my dad’s.

Sex around the house is not all that often really. The two oldest boys are driving, middle boy only has his permit and will get his license in a couple of weeks. They spend time with their friends and various girlfriends. Good guys.

Danny spends more time naked than anyone. His friends come over and strip down, too. Playing in the pool, gaming. Their folks, especially their fathers are fine with it. Boys, guys, men will be naked.

Danny jacks off more than anything else sexual. 

I’m still Dad, and if anything the boys are more affectionate. It is an affection that a guy has with a friend lower on the pecking order. There hands are always on my shoulders, often with their hands on my head, often fingering my hair. I’m Dad that drives them around, doles out cash. But my oldest will tell me to wash his car, and I do. Often they will tell me strip down and stay naked, e.g. when I’m home from work, errands, shopping, gym. Dick and ass get pats. Hair gets ruffled. Very affectionate and very much comfortably exerting their dominance and the pecking order.

I don’t mind. I enjoy it. A lot.

Fag. Faggot. I guess I am, though I am not sure what it means in my circumstances. I’m definitely male and generally a guy. Easy going, but that does lead into submissiveness with other men, such as at the gym, etc.

My dad was telling me how he didn’t get the whole chastity thing, or guys being covered with jocks when being fucked. He said that a part of being a strong man is dominating and controlling and fucking other men – and he wants to see that it is a man that he is topping and bettering. He also said how he likes looking at the men he’s fucking having their dicks go soft and get smaller. He doesn’t allow his fuckboys to touch their dicks. He likes to see handsfree orgasms and ejaculations.

Also, my fuckbuddies, my friends, all comment how when fucking with other guys that they have no problem with e.d. or getting wiped out until they cum a few times. None have much sex with their wives. We all like the sweaty, physical, athletic man with man sex. We’ve also started making-out when we’re together. We didn’t use to, at all. Men kiss and make-out completely differently than we do with women. Rougher, more fun. (Never done it with my boys!  Ugh. Gross.) My dad wants to make-out when he is building up to pounding.

I love the details about how Pete’s sons treat him! It’s affection, certainly, but tinged with unmistakable dominance. The boys are lion cubs learning to kill, and using their father as the prey.

I’m really curious about Master Doug’s strong dislike of chastity or jockstraps for his faggots. I guess some Alphas love to see the difference between a Man (him) and a failed male. Humiliation is one of an Alpha’s favorite weapons, and I’m sure Master Doug wields it well!

Also, the idea of making out with my Dad turns my stomach!

Pete’s final paragraph is a ringing endorsement of Man-on-Man sex. It’s an interesting point. Men love to be with other Men, and they’re often invigorated by the experience of bonding. Sex between Men is definitely rougher and more adrenaline-fueled. I know I’ve only ever felt more alive after being fucked.

In all, I think Pete cleared up some of my misconceptions and helped me appreciate that the boys are growing up more naturally than I initially believed. It’ll be interesting to see if all or any of them claim faggots of their own as they grow!

They probably won’t find one as good as their Dad!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??

I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.

Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:

Hello, Sam, how are you?

I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.

I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if  embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.

To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.

Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.

When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.

The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.

When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.

I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him.
<span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.

But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.

I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.

You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.

Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).

The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”

The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.

When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone.
<span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.

PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”

So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?

I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!

But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?

But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.

And then, Marcos will win.

My brother @funwithmaxxx loves Alpha piss! He’s such a good example of how an obedient faggot puts an Alpha’s needs first and thereby honors them!

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

France apparently has a custom in which all families pack up and go on vacation all summer. I have no idea how the country operates during the summer, but I’ve heard enough of this custom to imagine it’s simply the whole country going on vacation. Right now, Master Anthony and his Alpha pack (and their faggots) are all on a months-long vacation. Little Gillaume used to go on long vacations during the summer. And the family of Titouan’s straight Master is also leaving for a month of vacation.

Maybe I need to move to France!

Titouan is excited about the prospect of Master’s family leaving for a month because now he’ll be able to fully serve his Master unrestricted!

Here’s Titouan’s plan:

Hi, hope you’re ok, thanks for great site. Here in France it’s hot weather and some summer vacation for students.  Next week I go to second apartment of my straight mature Alpha in Paris, his family including his teen daughters leave for southern France then he wants to have me with him for a few days. (I said my own family I will be staying with other young students like me).

These are the rules of my stay with him, I translate them from french, do you think they are ok or anything should be added ? 

– as twink and young faggot, I must be humble, show respect, call him Monsieur (Sir), and remain very discreet as he demands, not authorised to ask anything about his straight life as family man and dad or his other relationships.

– I must be dressed as requested, as underwear must wear only my cheap boyish whities 7/7. Must have totally smooth body from face to legs, the twink look  he loves

– He makes me wear chastity cage as long as he decides, presumably at least all days I am with him

– He calls me petite pédale (little faggot) or any other way he likes ex petit con (means stupid young boy). I know he likes also and is entitled to laugh at my petite bite (tiny dick) and slip de gamin (boyish briefs).

– If it pleases him or thinks I must be punished for any reason, he can spank me he decides how long (it happened already, found it very a bit hard and humiliating but also exciting, makes so strongly feel his superiority). 

– When ordered, I’m on my knees ready to be his cocksucking boy. Forbidden to touch me, only the Alpha male’s pleasure is important. Keep eye contact. He can hold my hair, slap me, call me as he prefers. 

– I must lick his bulge, his balls, his dick. His ass if he orders (I saw he loves that, makes me feel so well my place as inferior ). Suck his big cock for long moments. He comes where he loves on on my tongue and makes me swallow all. I must do this with respect and say Merci Monsieur (thank you Sir) after. 

– At other moment he can fuck me. He has also right to use me as houseboy (to clean shower ,  handwash his clothes)

I’m very excited waiting for next week to be his young fag twink boy for longer than usual, to serve this Alpha straight mature male as he deserves, to give him maximum pleasure, while he loves so much to make me obey him and keep me in chastity.  

I dearly love my little brother Titouan because he serves joyfully from the heart. I believe this is why he’s been so successful at such an early age. He simply throws himself into every service opportunity with his whole heart. Alphas love owning fags like him!

France sounds like a paradise, and not just for the frequent long vacations. The country seems to raise up incredible straight Alphas and perfect little faggots like Titouan lined up like delicate croissants just waiting to be devoured! Titouan is a exceptional example of what can be accomplished in the service of straight Alphas with only the correct mindset and optimism!

Everything Titouan outlines above sounds great to me. It’s going to be a glorious month of pure service to his Master! And trust me, his Master is looking forward to it just as much as Titouan is!

Have a great month, little brother!

This is tough to watch.

However, the faggot was disobedient, and rules must be enforced somehow.

I’m not often a proponent of this type of punishment (some faggots WANT it, therefore rendering it useless), but sometimes this is the only way.

It’ll learn eventually. 😔

Faggots are born for pain. Alphas aren’t sympathetic to its cries of pain because they know it was born for this. So why do faggots willingly subject themselves to this pain? Because they MUST. Nature will always win. #HierarchyIsTruth

Hi Sam I’m Ray, recently turned 33 and I’m not super sure where I fit on your hierarchy.  I’d like to think I’m some kind of alpha since I have more than a few fags who seem to find me and beg to be used, maybe a somewhat passive alpha if such a thing exists. Anyway I’m writing to ask about a fag I haven’t met in person yet but his messages have me a bit worried.  The fag let’s call him Dan, claims to be dl and wants to be owned and abused and have everything taken from him. I’m a bit ashamed to admit that when he said he’d give me his money I immediately said yes but again it seems to go further than that. He truly wants to be used abused as horribly as I want without any way out, a massive turn on haha so we keep talking. He seems to bring up a lot that I should own his life and that he’ll die if I say so. He’s  fixated on getting fucked up by me, taking everything he owns, then tell him to end his life.  We haven’t met yet but I’m wondering if I should cut off contact. Truthfully all of that sounded great except the part where he basically wants me to end his life.  I hold the possibility that I’m being taken for a ride with this shit but he seems serious and I want to know your thoughts and some advice.

Sir, thank you for writing to me!

First of all, you’re probably an Alpha, but what I call a “Sigma Alpha”, which are essentially lone-wolf Alphas. That’s how you sound to me, anyway. Sigma Alphas are catnip for faggots because of the air of mystery that surrounds them.

As far as the faggot goes, I will just preface this with my stated belief that this fag is just a game-player. We see it all the time in findom: stupid, fetishy faggots who are really only trying to experience their extreme fantasies by baiting Alphas. I despise these selfish faggots. They are wastes of time, and even worse, they know nothing about what it really means to be a faggot. Their game-playing insults and turns away truly serious Alphas. They literally turn my stomach.

My recommendation is to take the fag’s money and then just cut it off. If it wants to be worthless and used, then use it and toss it away … but I wouldn’t touch it or be involved in any kind of stupid death fetish.

But my other recommendation is to cut the fag off. It’s really not worth your time.

Thank you, Sir!

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This hypno video be @AlphaScamLord is pretty effective!

However, I do think there is a mistake in it. At one point, the narrator claims that faggots “don’t do anything to make ourselves better”.

However, there isn’t anything faggots can do. We were born to serve.

This post is one restored from FWA and is part of the paid Master Nick channel here on the site.

Let’s be honest: sexual contact between Men is almost always aggressive and rough. The primal nature of Men – all violence and animal hunger – is often expressed sexually. But when a Man fucks a woman, her weaker state generally provides a check against the Beast raging within the Man; he must control himself around her in order to avoid harming her. 

But when a Man fucks another male, all stops are removed. The Man can fully express the entirety of his aggression and violence. The recipient of that aggression can often be overwhelmed, frightened, or hurt.

That power disparity is amplified exponentially within the Alpha/fag or Master/slave dynamic. Within that framework, the Alpha has all of the power, and the faggot has none. So whether the pair are exploring torture as a fetish or it’s simply a case of aggressive sex gone too far, the fact remains that the faggot is an object owned by the Alpha. 

And with ownership comes responsibility.

I say this to highlight something beautiful Master Nick did with Chin after he had to administer harsh discipline in the form of a belting. After an appropriate cooling-off period, Alpha Nick took Chin into his bedroom. There, on the bed, he held Chin tightly in his muscular arms while gently stroking Chin’s hair “just like you would do to a dog.” Alpha Nick repeatedly reassured Chin that he was “a good faggot” in soothing tones. 

This beautiful aftercare had the desired effect of rejuvenating Chin. If Chin had a tail like a dog, it would’ve been wagging happily after such tenderness and concern from his Master. That is the true power of aftercare.   

Good Alphas and Masters instinctively understand the need for this in a faggot’s life. Master Nick is a STRAIGHT MALE, yet he grasps the fundamental need for such care given that he owns these faggots. That is a quality only the most incredible Men on Earth appreciate and practice. 

Here are some ways aftercare can be administered:

PHYSICAL

• Holding each other
• Light touching, stroking
• Gentle massage
• Replenishing food and/or drink
• Loving sex

EMOTIONAL

• Discussions of feelings over what happened
• Expressions of care and devotion
• Uplifting music

As leaders, Kings, and gods, Men have a special responsibility – tend to the needs of the little ones, the weak and vulnerable possessions in their care. This is especially true of the faggots serving them. The faggot surrenders all of itself to the glory of their Owner and, like a faithful dog, seeks only its Master’s approval.

A wise Man uses aftercare to deepen the faggot’s devotion to service and give it the strength to continue to serve!      

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t see that coming!

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m always impressed when I see fully realized faggots doing what they’re supposed to do!

This one keeps itself covered, is completely obedient, and even has the word “faggot” tattooed” on its body.

It’s PROUD to be a faggot!

It knows nature gave it a PURPOSE!

Hi Sam!

I’m an asian faggot who’s new to serving alphas. I started serving this white alpha every few days who really enjoys raceplay. Some of the basic things he’ll make me do include:

• Calling me a chinky fag, both during service and while texting
• Write humiliating things on my body with marker
• Make me verbally proclaim why white men are superior

Now I don’t accept racism, but raceplay with him has been so hot and has made me feel even less important as a faggot, that I feel like I’m better at serving him. I’m thinking of only his wants and needs. He’s told me how both asian girls and fags alike are always so submissive to white men and I just wanted to know what you think about alphas using raceplay to train faggots and why asians are so drawn to raceplay from white men. Thanks Sam!

Thank you for writing, brother!

First of all, I’m very much like you. I’m not racist at all (in fact, I pretty much trend quite anti-racist), but when black Alphas first got me into race play I found it to be exhilarating. I think that feeling comes from both the taboo nature of it, as well as the fact that those black Alphas made me do something against my natural will. I suspect it’s the same for you.

That’s also why I think race play can be an effective tool to train faggots. It forces the faggot to think of itself in relation to other degraded or dismissive minorities, and also forces the faggot to do/say despicable things to further shame it. That said, I really have a love/hate relationship with race play. It just reduces all people to stereotypes that often don’t fit at all.

As far as the attitude of Asians for race play, I probably can’t adequately answer that given I am not Asian. My guess is that Asians do tend to be submissive because of their naturally short, skinny, hairless frames and their falsely-stereotyped tiny penises. There is an insecurity bred into Asians for that reason, and race play pings those insecurities they have.

Ultimately, it’s nonsense. There’s nobody who can make Asian race play jokes around a powerful Asian God Alpha like Master Jace and live to tell about it. Sadly, we humans are broken in myriads of ways.

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Alphas are always going to do whatever they want with faqqots. They have little empathy for creatures for which they feel nothing but disgust, pity, and shame.

Faced with that reality, what can faqqots do?

Nothing.

Just keep serving and be grateful.

I cannot tell you how overjoyed I was today when I FINALLY found the video above! I used to have it bookmarked somewhere and lost it, and I’ve been hunting for it ever since!

On the surface, it’s simply a straight black Alpha (Jamaican?) getting his huge, fat dick professionally serviced by a talented faggot.

But the VERBAL in it as the Alpha starts enjoying himself is hypnotic, and when he cums … woooo boy it it volcanic! He shakes and cusses and and doesn’t hold back! I also love how focused the faggot is on simply providing expert head for his superior!

It’s the best! Enjoy!

Hi there Sam !

I just finished your insights on foot worship. Highly agree on everything you say of course. I was wondering about your opinion on MasterV. I’ve sent to him a few times. I have to admit his homophobia is quite a turn on to me. I’ve even bought one of his fag lessons. But it seemed to me that you don’t really engage in this kind of humiliation. Can you tell us more on this please ? Thanks !

Thank you for writing!

Yes, thank you for the feedback! I love talking about Alpha feet, just like every other faggot in the world! They’re amazing!

I had a truly remarkable DM conversation with Master V (@damnbros51), and he really shared a lot more with me than I initially expected. I figured he was just some guy posting pretty hot content on a nondescript findom account, but he turned out to be much deeper and more thoughtful than I expected. I honestly don’t recommend findom accounts often, but I think faggots should engage with him more and serve him like you’ve done!

As for “this kind of humiliation”, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. I certainly enjoy some measure of humiliation, particularly when it involves things that are true (like being a faggot). I don’t like humiliation for the sake of humiliation, or a pretense of humiliation simply to get money from a fag. I’m just not a stupid or insecure faggot who falls for nonsense.

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FagMaster’s guides were essential reading for fggots (and their Owners) back in the earlier days of the hierarchical movement!

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Do you know what it means to be the faggot of the day for God Alpha @LustRashad?

He looks at you coldly, like you’re prey. You’re nothing but a toy to him.

Then he drenches you in his piss, and you’re finally something:

MARKED!

A pure image of a faggot worshiping the feet of its Owner! This happens every minute of every day all around the world.

Straight and gay Alphas love to see faggots submitting themselves this way!

It’s the NATURAL ORDER!