Hierarchy 290 – Targeted Bullying
Like it or not, bullying is a critical tool of Hierarchy.
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The following post is part of a thread following the development of a deep Master/faggot relationship between a faggot named Alberto and his straight childhood friend and Master Andre. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
My recent post about the Hierarchical purpose of bullying received a lot of feedback both on X and on the Hierarchy University Discord (why aren’t you in there? CLICK HERE and fix that!). In general, comments mostly supported what I was trying to say with it, and there were some great experiences relayed to me about personal experiences.
But the topic of bullying usually elicits a strong negative reaction from one group: Protector Alphas. These superheroes always align themselves against bullies, and typically take brutal action to correct bullying behaviors from their Destroyer Alpha counterparts. It’s just one of many ways that Protector Alphas groom the Hierarchy and keep it in acceptable order.
Fortunately for me, there are many Protector Alphas hovering over this site like guardian angels, and they’re always ready to chime in with needed guidance and correction.
One of the most impressive Protector Alphas around here is Master Andre, a completely straight Alpha who has finally taken complete ownership of his longtime best friend, a faggot named Alberto. Anyone who has been reading Master Andre’s story knows of the many times throughout their lifelong friendship that Master Andre protected Alberto from bully abuse.
So obviously, Master Andre would have a strong and important viewpoint on this topic:
Hi,
This is Andre again, Alberto’s friend and Master.
Since he did that sunflower tattoo, our life together has been great and I have been learning a lot about my responsibility as Alberto’s Alpha. Gay porn still does very little for me, but I am more and more interested in having sexual intimacy with him. And Alberto is also willing to embrace his feminine side, dressing up and wearing make up for me. I asked him to wear a wig as well and at first he was reluctant but when he did it he was absolutely gorgeous. I know he is not a trans woman and that’s okay, but having my femboy wearing a skirt, and offering his tight hole for me is the life I have always wanted. I am doing my best to improve as a Man while I make sure to train him as the perfect boy I know he can be.
But I wanted to share with you my thought about something else. You have recently published about bullying and how it may be an important experience for submissive boys. I don’t mean to disrespect your opinion or invalidate your feelings, but I would like to offer an alternative perspective. Don’t you think that being saved from bullies may also be a life-changing experience for such boys? I think about my own experience. When we were teenagers, Alberto suffered a lot in the hands of bullies, but once I learned about the verbal and physical violence he was suffering, I punched his bullies on their face and put him under my wing from that moment on. Every time my boy was afraid during high school he would run to hide behind me or call me to ask for advice. And now, many years later, I am here writing to you while he cooks our breakfast with a big smile on his face because I’ve already fed him a thick load when we woke up.
Perhaps you’re right about what you say… I am not gay and I know very little about this world. But I wanted to share with you and your audience that in such a violent world sometimes sub boys are also be shaped by protection and care, aren’t they?
Master Andre is 100% correct, of course. Protector Alphas rescuing faggots from the clutches of bullies has a PROFOUNDLY POSITIVE effect on the faggots. They are overwhelmed with gratitude for being saved, and that gratitude only deepens both their submission to their Alpha savior as well as their appreciation for the differences between Alphas and themselves. The closest parallel comes from The Bible: when Jesus would heal those born blind or afflicted by diseases, they would often repent, leave everything, and become his footstep followers. These ones would travel far and wide to tell of the miracles they experienced by his great, God-given power.
A rescued faggot is similarly changed. For example, the submission of the faggot, formerly tainted by selfish lust, is washed clean by gratitude and purified into genuine, unselfish devotion. The faggot more fully understands and appreciates its Alpha as being much more than a perfect body or a figurehead of dominance. Instead, the rescued faggot sees the highest ideals, values, and unshakeable power radiating from him as if he were a human supernova.
I used to feel that way about my Master Aaron. Even though he didn’t rescue me from bullies, he provided a safety and shelter as his personal faggot that caused me to just collapse at his feet in gratitude. Sparkles of joyful light seemed to beam from him. Either I was having a stroke, or I was in love with my Protector Alpha and Master ( turned out to be in love).
In Alberto’s case, he has seen his Master physically rescue him from violent bullies. He’s also seen his Master eliminate a girlfriend who was being abusive to him. How do you think Alberto feels every time Master Andre puts his dick inside him, and every time his Master feeds and breeds him? I can tell you right now how Alberto feels … he feels overwhelmingly grateful and humbled to his core for every last opportunity!
What an undeserved and precious privilege it is to be the owned and protected possession of a great and powerful Alpha! There is nothing more perfect for a faggot!
Imagine Master Andre’s satisfaction this morning as he watched his faggot preparing his breakfast after his faggot just emptied his balls like a good boy! Imagine Master Andre’s pride of ownership. He’s fought battles and WON in order to claim this adoring, faithful, hardworking faggot!
Through his Protector Alpha instincts and actions, Master Andre has been able to shape his former friend into his lifelong faggot!
I thank Master Andre for writing this wise piece, and for all of his encouragement! Like Alberto, I am humbled and grateful in his long, safe shadow!
I think most faggots have a story about being bullied. My first real bully in junior high and early high school was this really sadistic kid named Matt who hit me in the head almost every day for two years, used me for my homework, etc. Standard stuff.
Then around age 16 I met my first Alpha, a sexy rebel named Roger who bullied me for most of one year. He called me “faggot” constantly, wrestled me into submission holds, and degraded me in front of others for being puny.
And then one night in his mother’s basement he decided to push me to my knees and throat fuck me, and my life changed forever.
It took many years of serving straight Alphas (and occasionally being bullied by them) to really appreciate the Hierarchical purpose of bullying. While being bullied can be quite upsetting or even traumatic, it’s important to understand its function and importance among Men. It’s really summed up well in that meme I posted above.
But what is it teaching?
I had posted that meme on my social media, and one faggot brother was triggered enough by it to write about his own experiences with it.
Hey Sam, what’s up? I’ve been very busy lately, I can barely check Twitter these past few weeks, but that post of yours with a picture saying “it’s not bullying… It’s teaching” resonated SO HARD on me that I felt like I needed to find some spare time to write you this.
Looking back at our times at school makes us realize that statement is SO TRUE and, I don’t know about you, but I wish I had seen it this way back then. It would had save me a lot of turmoils in my head and made feel way less embarrassed by the things my bullies used to make me do.
I was a teenager, had just moved to a private school (I used to study in public schools up until then) and it was a very different crowd. You’d think that I’d face a harsher environment at a public school, but it was actually pretty chill, no crazy stuff, everyone getting along well… But at this private school it was a whole complete different scenario. I don’t know what it was: wealthier kids, different types of families they were in or that there was a bigger age gap among the students of my class – 2 to 3 years of difference is a huge thing when we’re at school.
But there were these two boys who were, I think, 2 years older than me. Mostly all of the boys in my class were very cocky, but these two were another level! I’ll never forget their names: Thiago and Douglas. I still remember their last names, actually. They were the leaders of the class, very attractive guys – Thiago was blonde and tall, Douglas was shorter and brunette but a bit bulkier than Thiago, who was more lean – the girls would fight for them and they would get whatever they wanted… And were pretty blunt about it. They were also very sexualized, so to speak. I bet they had already had sex, and I don’t know if it was a mix of their cockiness with the teenage hormones, but they would do crazy things like show their bulges in class, get up on the desk when a teacher wasn’t looking at us and put their pants down or call the attention to someone during class just to see the tent their boners made in their pants. They literally didn’t give a fuck. Yeah, they would get caught sometimes, but it never stopped them from doing those things.
I didn’t know I was a fag then. I didn’t know I was gay. I actually didn’t even know what “gay” was (I’m talking about early 2000’s, very little access to internet and porn just from magazines and old VHS tapes from my older straight brother). I realized I was different from them when I would jerk off and instead of thinking of me fucking a girl, it was Thiago or Douglas banging a girl. And then I’d think of them way more in those scenarios in my head to the point the girl in my fantasies would become just a small detail. I think that’s when I started to show more how I was sort of mesmerized by them and they eventually picked it up. All those playful displays of manhood they did started to get more and more targeted at me and they would laugh at my awkward responses.
The locker room after PE was TORTURE to me. I always tried to be the last one to get in there to change, and I remember one day I got to the locker room, took off my gym clothes, put them on a bench so I could change… but couldn’t find my uniform anywhere. There weren’t any actual lockers there, just cubby-holes where we would keep our regular uniforms. Thiago came out of a booth and took my gym clothes from the bench and ran out the locker room, leaving me there alone in my underwear. 10 minutes away from another class to start their PE class. I must have freaked out for a minute – that felt like an hour – when Douglas came in with my uniform in a bag asking if I had missed something. I asked for my clothes and he said he would only give them back to me if I did 20 jumping jacks – remember, I was in my underwear, and I’ve always been fat. I tried to negotiate but he was firm on his request and started walking out of the locker room with my clothes saying “the guys from the other class are gonna love finding you here like this, it’s up to you” and I said ok. I started doing the jumping jacks but he interrupted me and said that since I didn’t obey him at first I would have to chant “Douglas is my king” on every jumping jack. And so I did. And he laughed his ass off. He eventually gave me my uniform back and left the locker room saying “Thiago is gonna give back your gym clothes at dismissal… He’s gonna love hearing about this!”
Sam, that’s the day I became the official target of those two bullies. They never used me sexually all the way… It was mostly hand jobs (sometimes during class as I would write THEIR notes on THEIR notebooks with the other hand before I could do my notes – they would cover up all the action with a coat, a backpack or something on their laps) and occasional blowjobs here and there. I was so ashamed, Sam. But deep down I was enjoying all of this, I was just… Lost. It was embarrassing, but also good; it made me feel scared they would tell other guys (which they did) and I’d get a bad reputation (which I didn’t) so I’d do whatever demeaning thing they tell me… but I was also kinda liking that.
In retrospect it was some sort of training what they did to me. And that’s why that statement from that post is SO TRUE. If only I could talk to my younger self and say “don’t worry, don’t feel bad about it. They know what they’re doing. Just embrace it and you’ll be thankful later”… I still think about them from time to time. All the things that could had happened but didn’t because I was afraid/scared back then. But now I’m actually thankful for what they did. I wish I could thank them now for how they treated me at school.
This brother’s story is eloquently told and so full of heartache and longing, isn’t it?
He isolates the important aspect of bullying: it is used in not-so-subtle ways to establish Hierarchical order. Through bullying the Alpha boys quickly isolate the weaker and the submissive males, but that’s not enough. The bullying REINFORCES the status of these inferiors, so those bullied ones never question their place ever again.
As this brother confesses, the bullying not only works, but it also has deeper effects on those faggots who are bullied. Much like rape, bullied faggots develop a Stockholm Syndrome-like attachment to their bullies. I know I have that with Matt; I’d love to see him at a reunion and thank him for preparing me for a life of service to Men. Our brother feels the same about his bullies.
Like my position on rape, I’m not condoning bullying. Still, bullying is an essential tool that defines males at every level of Hierarchy. Armed with that understanding, we can move beyond any of our suffering and appreciate what it taught us about our own truth!
As a way to come to grips with my bully, I fished out one of my yearbooks and looked up Matt from eighth grade. Here he is:
I mean, he even looks like a bully!
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!
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!
It’s not easy to live honestly as a faggot. We are generally despised, sometimes thoughtlessly used, and more often brutally abused. We are inferior and weak, which makes us easy targets for Destroyer Alphas.
Thankfully, there are Protector Alphas out there with the wisdom, authority, and power to defend and rescue good faggots from ruin.
Protector Alphas like Master Steven.
My brother Tyler has been very honest about his terrifying service to a Destroyer Alpha named Master Adam, and how the abuse he suffered messed with his head and caused him to betray Master Steven. The struggle was so great that it even moved Master Roger to write a lengthy discussion in support of Tyler here.
I sympathized with Tyler’s struggle. I find myself even now yearning to be used again by my rapist, and that was more than 20 years ago! How could I ever fault Tyler for being drawn back to Master Adam’s abusive dominance?
This weakness in Tyler was recently put to the test, but this time notice the right choice Tyler made!
Hello Sam, this is Tyler again, things are getting better here thanks to Steven and thanks to your help as well.
I’ve been living with him and doing my best to obey Steven. He really saved my life from Adam’s violence. After I moved, Adam kept calling me every single day multiple times a day. At first I wasn’t answering him, but when I finally did, he said something like “both you and I know that you belong to me and you’ll be begging for my cock again”. It was so hard to talk to him Sam, the way he controls me is so weird. Being rational, I know that I should never let him touch me again, he treats me like a piece of shit and doesn’t care at all about my feelings. But there is something inside of me that keeps telling me to kneel and obey Adam, no matter how much he hurts me.
I realized that, if I kept trying to manage this by myself, I would fall into this trap again. So I went to Steven, crying and in despair, and was completely honest with him. I told him that Adam had been calling me everyday multiple times a day. Omg Sam, I was so afraid of his reaction, but my wonderful Master just put me in his arms, kissed my forehead and my cheeks, told me that nothing would ever hurt me again and asked if I trusted him. I told that I trusted him more than anyone else, but I did not trust myself and the urges that I have to serve Adam. I can tell that Steven was offended when I told him that I still had urges to serve my former Master, but he showed me once again how a great Man, a true Alpha, behaves in this sort of situations. He told me that the next time Adam called me I must hand the phone to him. I did not think that would be a good idea because Adam can get very aggressive, but I just accepted.
Adam called me again a few hours later, I was in Steven’s arms watching a movie with him. He told me to stay quiet and let him do it. I was afraid of what Adam would do, but I gave him the phone and Steven said hello, putting the phone on speaker for me to hear as well. Adam noticed the different voice and asked if that was Tyler’s phone. Steve, with a firm and powerful voice, said something like that:
“you know it is, and you know you should not be calling him.” Adam remained silent at first, but then he answered that he wanted to talk to me. Steven then said “Tyler will not talk to you and you will not call him again. You have already given me enough work fixing all the damage you caused to him. Tyler is my boy, and no man touches him anymore, especially someone so mean and selfish like you. I’ve met hundreds of guys like you in the past. You think you are beyond good and bad because you’re rich, young, and hot. But let me tell you something, you’re not a Man, you pretend to me a Man, but you’re just a coward, a weak pathetic creature that tries to compensate your frustration causing harm to sweet boys like Tyler. You will never understand the joy of having boys who truly admire and love you. I know you fuck many of them, probably even more than I do, but my boys love and respect me. Yours are afraid, they’re addicted to danger and pain thanks to cruel Men like you. I am being polite with you, although you do not deserve it. If you ever call Tyler again, you will have bigger problems than just being scolded on the phone.”
Omg Sam, I was looking up at Steve while he was on the phone and at that moment I could only think about sucking his dick forever. What a powerful and wonderful Man he is. Adam did not answer, he just hung up the phone and never called me again. Steve told me to block him on all social media. After it was all over, Steve put me back in his arms and said “I did my part as your Man, I will always protect you as long as you behave well. Now you need to do yours. If you ever serve Adam again, I will not give you any more chances. If you do let your urges take over your common sense, I will let him do whatever he wants with you, because you deserve each other. Is that clear?” I said “yes sir, I’m so sorry.” But Steven treated me very well, kissed me again and said that I’m a sweet boy who deserves to be loved.
I asked permission to kiss his balls and worship his dick and he said yes. It took less than 2 minutes licking his big balls to make his hard, so I gave him a really nice head, letting him fuck my throat as much as he wanted. While he thrusted in my mouth he kept repeating “that’s the only dick you must serve, enjoy the taste, enjoy my balls, you’re my boy, and only mine” I tried to say “yes sir” but his cock was so deep in my throat that I could not pronounce any words. I just stayed focused on giving him as much pleasure as possible. After around 10 minutes, he simply said “now you swallow it”, and for sure I did. I took his load, every single drop, looked up at him and said “thank you very much”. He hates kissing my mouth when it tastes like cum, so he kissed my forehead and said “you’re my good boy”
Since then, my life has been fully committed to serve Steven and trying hard to forget Adam. It feels like getting rid of a drug. I have no words to describe how grateful I am for having Steve with me, a true Man who understands my weakness and did not give up on me when I betrayed him. He still wants a 3some with another fag and I haven’t given him what he wants yet. But I’m doing my best to find a good boy, sexy and obedient as my Man deserves.
I’m so proud of my brother Tyler for making a critical change in how he handles the feelings he occasionally has for Master Adam. Rather than keeping his desires a secret and eventually succumbing to them, he instead went and confessed them to his real Master, Steven! This was the EXACT right move!
And give credit to Master Steven for feeling sympathy for his faggot’s struggles and then standing up against this bully Alpha terrorizing him! That confrontation with Master Adam was dramatic and bold, and the kind of showdown that only Alphas can do.
Then notice how Master Steven comforted Tyler after the confrontation, not with sex, but with tenderness. Likely Master Steven realized that Tyler’s natural impulse would be to worship him, but he allowed his faggot the space to express that desire from his heart.
That made the feeding even more powerful!
What a dramatic demonstration of true Protector Alphahood and what these greatest of Men accomplish in the defense of righteousness!
I just hope my baby brother Tyler can now rest easy, comforted by the power of his true Master, Steven! Never stray again!
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 Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since I last heard from Tyler, the faggot of a great Protector Alpha named Steve. If you’ve been keeping track of Tyler’s story, you’ll remember that he fell prey to a cruel Destroyer Alpha named Adam behind Master Steve’s back, and Master Adam threatened to really destroy Tyler’s life if he didn’t give up everything and serve him exclusively.
In my last post (6/23/25) I advised Tyler to get away from Master Adam and throw himself on the mercy of Master Steve for protection and guidance. Obviously, Tyler didn’t exactly run to confess these things to Master Steve right away given that weeks have passed since then (ugh), but whatever.
Then tonight I received an update with the title “Doubts” and a panicked Tyler relating what happened when he finally came clean to his Master. He wrote this:
Hi brother,
This is Tyler again, from Amsterdam. I need your help again, Sam. I’ve been through a lot with Steven and Adam. Following your advise, I did what was right and opened my heart to Steven. I apologized for my lies and begged for his mercy. I told him that I needed him to take care of me because I will not be able to leave Adam by myself. Without a man like him to hold me, I know that I will end up in Adam’s bedroom again, and he’ll be laughing while I am in pain.
Steven was not happy at all when I told him that I’ve been serving another man and lying to him. But he hugged me and said that there was no reason to cry. His reaction was very unexpected for me because I thought he would have a long and thoughtful conversation as he always does, but instead he grabbed my ass with his big hand and whispered in my ear “so how many dicks do you need to be satisfied?”
I felt so embarrassed and so ashamed. I could feel in his voice how disappointed and upset he was. I cried more, putting my face on his chest and said that I was sorry. He cleaned the tears in my face and kissed my lips and said “that’s okay, baby” but his hand was still holding my ass really firmly. After kissing me a little more and calming me down, he said “I want you” and put my hand on his hard dick. I didn’t think twice and got down on my knees, trying to show how sorry I was.
It was a weird feeling because I was holding my tears with his hard cock in my mouth. He was nothing like Adam’s violence and aggression, but he wasn’t so gentle either. I could feel he was disappointed and wanted to punish me, because I tried to hold his dick twice and keep sucking the tip of his cock and he took my hands off from his cock and face fucked me balls deep, covering his cock and my mouth with my spit.
He did the same thing with my ass. He took all my clothes off, put my ass up, and entered my hole roughly. I knew I was wrong, so I was willing to take whatever he wanted me to take. And Sam, at that point I saw how offended he was with my lies because he usually fucks kissing my neck and asking if I could take it or not. But this time he held my neck and was basically yelling at me “damn it, you’re my boy!! MY BOY!!” And he banged my ass harder and harder, repeating “my boy” loudly, he spanked my ass with his cock inside my hole, which he had never done before. And he didn’t change the position either. He usually likes to start with me in doggy style, but I usually ride him and he finished in missionary style. But this time he held my hair with his right hand, choked me with his left hand, and fucked me only doggy with my ass up. During the whole fuck, he never stopped repeating “you’re my boy” loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
I know that my God Alpha Steven would never hurt me or abuse me like Adam does. Adam loves to see my pain just for his pleasure and entertainment. Steven is very different, he got rough because he was genuinely disappointed with me. He invested so much time, energy, and love in me while I was getting fucked by Adam like a worthless slut, a whore unable to show loyalty.
And I admit that I was enjoying his rough fuck. He unleashed the beast on me to punish me for my behavior but at all times he was using me in a respectful way, his dick was banging me brutally but he didn’t want to hurt me just for the sake of my pain. He was teaching me a lesson and I am grateful for that. After many thrusts, he said once again that I was his boy and said “now you’re gonna take my load, only I can cum in his pussy”. He came so deep, I could feel his big balls touching mine and he pulled my shoulders going as deep as possible to make sure him seed would be inside my guts. It was warm and thick, I could feel his cum touching my internal organs.
When he finished, I thought he would leave me there on the couch, with his cum leaking from my pussy. But he held in his arms without saying a word, his left arm holding my head and his right arm holding my legs. He walked to the bathroom with me in his arms and I could feel drops of his big load coming from my hole and leaking on the floor. I tried to keep my hole closed so I wouldn’t lose his seed, but my hole was gaping, I had no control over it anymore.
In the bathroom, he turned the shower on put me under the water and washed me with his own hands. We were both very sweaty, he put soap on his hands, and rubbed my whole body… chest, stomach, armpits, neck, arms, legs, and when he put his hands on my ass, he opened my ass with his firm hands and touched my gaping hole. It was very sore, but he touched my pussy very gently, cleaning my hole and making sure I was okay. He kissed me while his finger was playing with my hole cleaning inside of it. Then he finally said something and asked me “do you wanna be mine or not?” I said “yes Sir, I’m so sorry for being a stupid fag” He kissed my forehead and just answered “so from now on no other man touches this hole”
He took a towel and dried me out with his owns hands too. He rubbed the towel on my face, chest, arms, and legs. He took a clean underwear and gave it to me. He said “go to my bedroom and wait for me”. Then, after bathing me, he took his shower and came back to the room naked, with his dick rock hard again. He said “no worries, I know your ass can’t take it again.” I told him that I could suck him and swallow his load but instead, for some reason, he put me on my knees and didn’t allow me to suck. He jerked off in front of me and told me to put my tongue out. Then he shot his load all on my face, and with his fingers he put his cum on my tongue, and I swallowed every drop.
He laid down in bed, and put me on his chest. He asked “did I hurt you?” I said “no Sir” then he asked again “have I ever hurt you?” And I said again “no sir”. Then he finally asked “so why did you go around looking for another dick? Why did you lie to me and submitted to a man who wants to see you in pain?” I remained silent, feeling really ashamed. But my God Master said “you don’t need to answer me baby boy, I just want you to think about what you did. Do you wanna go home or sleep here in my arms?”
I told him that I wanted to sleep with him and apologized again. He kissed me again and said that, if I wanted to be his boy, I needed to change my behavior. I told him that I was willing to do whatever he wanted me to do, and asked what his conditions were. He was straightforward and didn’t think twice and said his non-negotiable conditions:
1) I must stop talking to Adam immediately and don’t allow any other man touch me;
2) I must see a therapist to understand my feelings better and try to resolve my urge to look for Destroyer Alphas whenever I get drunk or feel fragile;
3) I have 1 week to move in and live with him in his house, sleeping in his arms every night;
4) He has never had a threesome and really wants to try it. So his last condition is bringing another faggot willing to give him a double blowjob by my side and then putting his ass up for him to fuck two pussies at the same time.
Everything happened last night… now it’s 5 a.m., Steven is asleep after I emptied his balls for the third time. I came to the living room feeling lost and decided to write to you, Sam. I’ll try to get some sleep, but my head is full of thoughts and doubts. I’ll check the page tomorrow morning, hoping to see your thoughts, brother. I really admire you and your words always help me.
What do you think about Steven’s conditions? I feel safe with him but I wonder if I should stay alone to heal from Adam’s abuse. My best friend thinks I need to learn how to be happy without a man, but she is a woman, she doesn’t understand…
I love you, Sam
Thank you for being so good to me
Okay, now help me out here … how could any reasonable person have any “DOUBTS” about Master Steve at all?? He sounds like the most even-tempered and fair Master on the planet! Sure, he fucked Tyler rough as a form of “punishment” for his bad behavior (I’ve certainly heard of A LOT worse than that) … but I thought Master Steve handled Tyler’s betrayal incredibly well. Lots of other Alphas would’ve thrown Tyler out on his slutty ass!
Ugh … I’m not trying to be mean, but Tyler … you must get it through your thick head that you are owned by and serving one of the premiere Masters alive today. And for whatever reason you’re hell-bent on fucking it all up. Maybe you’re a Destroyer faggot. Some people simply cannot be happy without a metric shit-ton of drama and disturbance, apparently.
My advice to you is simple: stop waffling and second-guessing this situation. You are not going to find a greater Alpha to serve than Master Steve.
Otherwise, I promise you this: Master Steve will stop looking for another faggot to join in a threesome and will instead replace you with it. Then you can go back to Master Adam (or another like him) and get ruined. It’s your choice.
But listening to this is like listening to a spoiled rich kid complain that he’s not sure about the new Rolls Royce convertible his parent’s bought him. Master Steve is that Rolls Royce, and he’s offering you a secure and safe place in his arms and in his bed. If you can’t understand how stupid you sound whining about him even now (after he fucking BATHED YOU PERSONALLY), then you’re beyond help.
Hopefully this will get you to finally snap out of it.
Love,
sam the faggot
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 Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
If you remember the first post about my brother Tyler, a faggot who wrote into my Questions From Readers Inbox about a huge choice he was trying to make. You see, Tyler had fallen under the sway of a Destroyer Alpha named Adam who was very violent and hateful (also psychopathic and stalker-like). Then Tyler met a true Protector Alpha named Steve, a dominant Alpha who also showed Tyler care and affection.
The choice was clear in my mind, and honestly I didn’t mince words when advising Tyler. I wanted Tyler to devote his service to Master Steve and try to get his help and protection in order to escape the clutches of Master Adam.
Sadly, Tyler had a hard time letting go of Master Adam. Faggots have some mechanical flaw that makes us return like crack junkies to abusive Alphas. I’m including myself here, as I have often mentioned my yearning for the Alpha who raped me with a knife at my throat. Faggots are like the embodiment of Stockholm Syndrome.
So Tyler to Master Adam like a pig to slaughter, and this was the result:
Hi Sam, this is Tyler from Amsterdam. I sent you a message in late April about two Alphas I was serving: Adam and Steve.
I always read your website and respect your work a lot. I saw that you created a thread for my story and I really appreciate that. I decided to continue sharing my story with you after reading Fag Ben’s account. The issue of Destroyer Alphas is a serious one and my dilemma together with your experience might help other fags.
A lot has happened in these past 2 months since we talked… I’ve been serving Steve (the good Alpha) several times a week but, although I know I shouldn’t answer him, Adam still texts me from time to time, and I haven’t blocked him. Last week, Adam invited me to his place for the first time since he called me a disgusting bitch in April. I was reluctant but he is so hot that I decided to go and give him a second chance.
As soon as I arrived, he asked me where on my face I had had the cold sore. I thought that he would try to apologize, so I pointed to the corner of my mouth, close to my bottom lip and said “right here”. He said in a lovely way “oh, baby, let me see” and when I turned my face to him he gave me a huge slap on the part of my face that I had pointed to him. He is twice my size and his hand is easly the size of my whole face, he smacked his 5 fingers against my face and I almost collapsed. I got really dizzy, my face was burning, and I could feel some tears coming of from my right eye because of the impact. He was laughing and said “oh, I see, right here?”
I asked him why he had done that to me, but he just said it was a joke and told me to stop being a sissy. He sat down on the couch and snapped his fingers for me to suck his dick, with my face still burning. I held his dick, worshipped his balls, but didn’t keep eye contact because I was actually afraid of him. After taking that one slap right on my face, I realized that he could’ve broken my neck if he wanted to. So he said “Eyes up here” for me to look at him while sucking, I apologized and said that my face was still burning from the slap. He said that my whole body would be in pain soon if I didn’t make him cum while looking straight to his eyes.
I felt weak, vulnerable, fragile, and although I had Adam’s dick in my mouth banging my throat, I could only think about how protective and sweet Steve was. He knows how to put me in my place but never would hurt me, I never needed to fear him to respect the great man he is. But Adam loves the feeling of fear in the eyes of a faggot.
After noticing my pain and my fear, it didn’t take long for him to cum. I swallowed his big load and kept on my knees without knowing how to react. He sent me to the kitchen with no word of affection, no “good boy”. He just pointed to the kitchen and told me to do the dishes while he took a shower. I started crying while doing the dishes thinking about what had just happened.
A few minutes later he came from his shower completely naked, still a little wet and with a hard dick. He held me by my neck and said that he had taken pills for erection to make sure that he would be able to fuck me all night long even if his balls were empty. He put my pants down, started fingering me in the kitchen, and I didn’t react against him. He soon took me to his bedroom, put my ass up, and spanked me, punched my back, choked me, hit my face again. When my whole body was sore he put some lube on his dick and started fucking me rough and whispered in my ear “I love to see you in pain”
I felt lonely and vulnerable, so I just closed my eyes while he banged me balls deep. He came inside of me but with the pills he has taken he dick would not go down. So he was just fucking more and more, enjoying my pain. He said that his cock was sore even with the lube he had put in my hole but, in his words, he wanted to see how much pain his cock could cause in a weak faggot like me.
He didn’t allow me to sleep and spent the whole night fucking me. When he couldn’t stand the discomfort in his own dick, he took two huge dildos and kept fucking my hole just for the pleasure of seeing me in pain. I asked him to stop with the dildos and he just said I was lucky he wasn’t fisting me.
He sent me back home at 5 am in the morning. I arrived home, took a shower, and my hole was horribly sore, I could see the blood running through my leg while I washed the lube mixed with his cum. I felt horrible, Sam. Adam made me feel worthless, a piece of trash that he could harm as much as he wanted to.
Let’s stop here. This account truly made me so sad for Tyler. He dearly paid a tragic price for going back to a truly horrible Alpha! There is no excuse for an Alpha to be that sadistic, cruel, and treacherous to a trusting faggot.
But this is why I keep warning my fag brothers about these bloodthirsty Alpha sharks swimming below the surface of dark waters. They’re out there, and some of them want to do worse to faggots than simply make their pussies bleed from overfucking. You might be able to stick your hand into the open mouth of a crocodile once or twice and not have it bitten off, but eventually you’ll be missing a hand.
So fortunately Tyler had a great Protector Alpha in Master Steve available to run to, which is exactly what he did.
I called Steve, but didn’t want to tell him the truth. So I told him a friend had died and I was feeling lonely. It was Saturday morning, and he immediately invited me to his house, ordered lunch for us, and cancelled his plans just to take care of me. He made me laugh, we watched some movies, cooked dinner together. He usually starts kissing me and put me on my knees as soon as I arrive to his home. But this time he didn’t grab my ass, he didn’t punch or smack me, nor touched me without consent at any moment because he felt how fragile I am.
I am very much into make-up, so he put make-up tutorials for me to watch on YouTube and cuddled with me until I fell asleep in his arms. Around 3 am in the morning, I woke up and noticed that he was jerking off in his side of the bed but not touching me at all. I asked what was happening and he said that he woke up really horny but didn’t think I was emotionally ready to serve him. I felt so loved and respected when he said that. I just said “I belong to you and you should never need to jerk off to empty your balls”, I gave him a blowjob, making sure to be the best cocksucker he has ever had. I didn’t stop sucking until I felt his body shaking. He pumped a load down in throat and I swallowed every single drop. He brought me back to his arms, kissed my forehead, and said “this was amazing, you’re a perfect boy, I want you to be my sub boy”. I said thank you, and slept on his chest, feeling the taste of his cum.
Sam, I won’t ask you if I should give another chance to Adam because I know your opinion. But I do need your advice on how to behave with Steve. Do you think I should tell him all about Adam? Steve wants to own me and he was very clear that he’ll only take me as his sub boyfriend if I stop serving any other men. I’m afraid of his reaction if I tell him that I have been serving Adam for so long… and to be completely honest, I still feel the urge to serve Adam. I know it’s stupid considering who he is, but I can’t help it. Especially after a few drinks, I always think about Adam’s cock hurting me first. The danger and the pain turn me on. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Sam. I know I’m young and I have a lot to learn. I don’t wanna die in the hands of Adam but I can’t stop thinking about his overwhelming presence.
I love you, Sam. I really do. And I love the amount of effort you put in this beautiful site. Please, give me some word of comfort and advice if you can.
I want to start this way: Master Steve is an exceptional Protector Alpha of the highest order. He deserves the very best faggots, and he probably deserves to be worshiped by hundreds of them. I’m blown away by his dominant-yet-caring demeanor, a rarity in today’s world. He’s probably a true God Alpha.
This preface begs the question: has Tyler been a faggot worthy of an Alpha like Master Steve? Tyler ran back to a truly brutal Destroyer Alpha after Master Steve had shown Tyler kindness and set out his expectations for any faggot serving him. Then, after that Destroyer Alpha destroyed him, Tyler ran back for comforting from Master Steve. And to make sure Master Steve would take him back and comfort him, Tyler lied to Master Steve about his situation.
I’m not trying to be cruel here, and I know Tyler has asked for mercy from me. However, I do not like when faggots disrespect Alphas. Master Steve should not ever be treated like the dependable old standby for a faggot. Master Steve is the banquet, not the leftovers.
Master Adam should be absolutely eclipsed by the warm, blindingly-brilliant sunlight of Master Steve’s ownership, yet here’s Tyler still yearning for Master Adam! Again, I know we faggots yearn for brute force and abuse sometimes, but even being tempted to serve Master Adam when Master Steve is offering you a world of safe, loving service is incomprehensible.
Here’s what I think needs to happen ASAFP:
It may not be pretty, but this situation is already ugly. There’s a way out of this, but that road leads through Master Steve’s heart. He will need to open it up in forgiveness and allow Tyler to be restored to favor.
Will Master Steve do that after these betrayals? I have no idea, but I hope he does. Tyler is relatively inexperienced and young, and probably deserves a chance.
But let this be a lesson to all faggots out there currently playing games with great Masters! There is nothing sure about that old dependable crutch you’re selfishly mistreating. One of these days you’ll fall back on it and it won’t hold you up anymore.
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!
It’s rare for me to start referring to Destroyer Alpha types as God Alphas, even though, based solely on my definitions of these things, a Destroyer Alpha can definitely also be a God Alpha. However, I have a natural resistance to bestowing the God Alpha title on Destroyers because Destroyers are typically terrible and not god-like.
But it seems I might be willing to make an exception with Master Grayson.
If you’ll remember, I practically implored Ben the faggot to get away from Master Grayson after he threatened to blackmail Ben with unauthorized pics and videos Master Grayson took of Ben in service. It was cruel and generally disgusting, and Ben was clearly being hurt by it.
So Ben took my advice and attempted to escape Master Grayson’s clutches … but you’ll never believe what happened next!
I have an update on my situation after hearing some of your advice and the comments I was conflicted about still serving Grayson. I ended up taking a slight break by serving one of my friends who I gave head at his house the last time we met and served him at his house once and it went really well he was a great mix of degrading telling me “drop on your knees cocksucker” but also caring checking if I was okay afterwards. I thought that would be a direction I would be heading in until I got a message from Grayson. I was hesitant to go at first but he told me he wanted to apologize after speaking to my friend that he crossed the line.
In that moment I felt so much appreciation for my other friend not only was he an alpha but also a caring one and I thought I could serve him. However, when I got to Graysons house I was shocked to see that Grayson was actually throat fucking my friend! When I got past my initial shock I asked what was happening and Grayson told me he found out I served my friend and wanted to show both of us who was actually in charge. I wish I could describe that moment as I thought my new alpha I was going to serve sucking Graysons dick made me realize I couldn’t serve him.
Grayson told me “this is your pathetic little alpha and to remind me I own you and you serve me got it”. I felt so helpless in the moment that he held so much power over me. Surprisingly though he ended up apologizing to me later saying he wasn’t right to blackmail me and he deleted the video in front of me so I don’t have that threat hanging over anymore but I’m still cautious. I talked to my friend afterwards asking if he was also a sub too then and he said he wasn’t and Grayson just overpowered him but they’re still friends and I was just confused. Now I’m even more confused because my friend helped me immensely but idk what he is and it doesn’t feel right serving an alpha who got facefucked by another alpha. At the same time while Grayson apologized he has a temperament that makes me cautious but I can’t deny the power he has what should do?
UNBELIEVABLE!
Here’s how I immediately responded to Ben’s letter:
Wow! That really shocked me! I can only imagine the daze you must be in right now!
First of all, I’m really glad Master Grayson apologized about the blackmail and made things right. That should show you that there’s more than just a Destroyer Alpha inside him, and that he might be worth serving after all.
To answer your question about what’s happening with these two Alphas, please refer to the Hierarchy chart in the pinned post on this site.
Master Grayson is clearly exhibiting God Alpha tendencies, and I don’t think anyone could refute that. Below that level are three other levels of Alpha, right? The other Alpha you serviced falls into one of those lower categories of Alpha for sure (likely Apex).
This other Alpha doesn’t lose his Alpha status because he was forced by a more powerful Alpha to suck his dick. How do you think Alpha hierarchy is established? The lower levels of Alpha hierarchy serve the needs of the greater Alpha among them.
It may very well end up that you serve both of these Alphas. Would you be open to that? I bet you would!
I’m honestly still in awe over Master Grayson’s power. He almost seems supernatural. I was against you continuing your service to Master Grayson based on his earlier bad behavior, but I think I’m changing my mind. He’s much deeper than I initially thought, and it might do you some good to be owned and molded by him.
Hopefully with some consistent, submissive, and obedient service from you Master Grayson will relax some of his stranglehold on your life and allow you to blossom.
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!
In the previous post, we learned of Master Jace’s brutal cunting of his latest faggot, a closeted fag who is technically still married to a woman. However, the faggot was still unable to handle the entire length and girth of Master Jace’s mammoth cock, so he refused to breed it.
In other words, in Master Jace’s eyes the faggot was still not fully cunted.
This weekend Master Jase decided that he’d given the faggot enough time to readjust its life and hole to accept its new purpose, so he was ready to cunt and fully breed it. Master Jase picks up the story from last time:
The cunting lasted well into Sunday, over many hours and sessions, but I can say that I have officially cunted and bred the fag. Saturday morning after feeding him a giant load both down his throat and over his face, I send my in house slut to pick up the fag, who I told to be available the whole weekend, no excuses. “Yes sir”. I hand one of my used musky jocks to my in house slut, instructing him that the fag should enter our place choking on it.
He does, and he enters almost stumbling as he catches sight of me, his legs instantly going weak and his expression already high on the scent of my musk, pre, piss and dried cum soaked into my jock. I point in front of me, and he kneels, a giant muscled dilf fag staring up as I begin wiping and slapping my monster cock over his face. “Been thinking of my cock all night?” Muffled yes. “Even when you got home to your wife?” Another muffled moan. “And you dreamed about my body and cock, didn’t you?” More moans. “Which one, choking on my cock or your pussy stretched over it?” Another long moan. I slap his face with my cock, asking again, “Which one?” The fag moans louder and tries to spread his legs. It was clear, his cunt was hungry.
I whipped the jock out of his mouth and before he could catch a breath I buried my drooling cock right down his throat, making him instantly gag and heave, his lips stretched tight. I tell my in house slut to grab a dildo and to fuck just the tip against the fags hole at the same pace as I skull fuck him. I made his mouth squelch, his face smeared in endless layers of pre, throat slime, and his own tears and snot as I bully fucked his mouth for a good half hour, with my in house slut expectedly stretching out the fags cunt with the dildo.
Pulling out my cock at last, I lay it on the fags face, telling him, “You’ve taken fingers, you’ve taken the dildo, now you’re taking my whole cock today. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” His face was scrambled already from the skullfuck, but the apprehensive look in his eyes proved he wanted it. I made him face away and expose his hole, and that beautiful gaped and still swollen cunt was winking at me. How could I resist. I picked him up, held him above me, and slowly let the fag slide his massive weight down on my cock. How his body tensed as my thick cock bored through him. The stretching did little to prepare him for how my dick reshaped and pushed apart his ass tunnel with ease. I was claiming his insides. And I wanted it all. I pushed against his inner ring. The fag cries. I wrap one arm around his abs, grab the jock and gag him again. I don’t see his face but I can see his head already rolling back again and his back muscles tensing, his legs starting to flail and toes shaking.
I let gravity do the remaining work. Releasing my grip on his body, the only thing stopping him from being deeply cunted, his body fell. Pierced right through that second drum. The fags body went crazy. Spasming in my arms. His head swaying side to side, his feet twisting. His heaving audible even through the gag. For me, his cunt was so tight. A tight ring around my base, another tight ring around my shaft, and the clench of his inside tunnels just vibrating all along my cock.
I do not remember all I said. It was a long weekend of cunting him. I specially prepared and told my in house slut, making sure to reward him for his service of taking care of the fag. But I remember at this point, completely seated inside the trembling muscled dilf fag, telling him, “You like it all the way?” A weak, barely audible moan. “You want to be used like a real fag now?” A better moan. He tried to turn to look at me but I crushed his back against my front. I wanted his full attention to be in the sensation of my cock completely remolding his insides. I slowly begin fucking him, and each thrust he makes a soundless scream as I bury back balls deep inside him.
I begin to fuck him stupid. Picked up the pace, ramming it back in as he loosened, til he began to ragdoll in my arms from how intense the fucking began to get. He was starting to go completely limp in my arms, so I told him I was going to reward him, and shot a giant load in him. Oh he did feel it, with how a low whine came out, but when I pulled out and my cum poured out his used hole and I turned his body to face mine, he was already unconscious, clearly fucked out, yet his body still instinctively reacted, his shaking legs spreading further feeling my cum escape his pussy.
That began the weekend of cunting. I let my in house slut give him aftercare. Taking him to a bedroom where he laid bent out of shape and my cum still drooling out his open and swollen cunt lips. By the end of the weekend, I was going to turn them into a puffed wreck framing a gaped red cunt. While the fag rested under my house sluts care, I worked out, drilling a guy after the gym in his ute before heading home. The fag was still in bed, but now awake…and was fingering his own cunt, moaning. I jumped on him, pulled back his arms, put one foot on his back and mounted him, sliding my cock back in him. Told him how he was just a cunted fag now, who craved my cock. Made him shake and cry as I savagedly pounded him again. Kept him in the same stretched and pinned position as he began shaking and his head bounced back, where I could see his eyes rolling nonstop. Buried my cock in him and blasted another huge load and let him drop back down to the bed. Naked, covered in fluids and a completely mess, while I was still pumped, sweaty, with my cock out my workout shorts.
This carried in the whole weekend. I would fuck and breed him in multiple positions all over the house, while my house slut cared and prepped him. I would do my own thing, training, gaming, gyming, before finding the fag to break him down into an oblivious mess. His wife messages him, wishing him fun on his ‘work colleague trip’. I certainly took my new Dilf fag for many many long hard rides.
I promised I would give him the most puffed of cunt lips, and I did. His legs couldn’t close at all by Sunday, he was barely able to limp. In house slut had cleaned him multiple times, but the fags cunt was still constantly leaking my cum. Everytime he even saw me, he would moan, buckle, and start panting. His eyes were completely gone, dilated, unfocused from the hours of non-stop merciless pounding I gave him. But as a reward, this last fuck, I slowly sank into him, wrapped my arms, and just rutted slow but forceful, letting him feel every inch of my cock pulling against his cunt. After giving him one last cunt soaking load, I got in house slut to drive him home plugged with my last load inside him. How he tells his wife about his “work weekend trip” will be interesting, but he now physically and mentally was well and truly cunted. I left a message saying he could rest Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday, I expected his pussy to be ready for me again.
WHEW!
Experiencing Master Jace’s recaps of his conquests is almost a form of cunting in itself! I feel gaped and exhausted, but also exhilarated and alive and grateful to be a faggot!
After expressing my utter shock over this long-game, multi-day cunting he administered, I told him how shocked I was by the length, breadth, and depth of this cunting experience. After asking me if I had ever been cunted like that – which made me laugh, because I don’t know if I’d be coherent if every cunting I experienced too 2-3 weeks – Master Jase had more to say about his technique and his needs:
I love cunting fresh fags, Sam. Every once in awhile, I land a fag like this dilf fag who I know I will be keeping. And it’s worth the time and effort to cunt him over and over until his body, mind, and soul understands his place and purpose. Because for me, it’s almost like the thrill of a hunt to take my time preparing the fag for the finale.
It’s instinctual to me. It’s how I hunt my fags and sluts. It’s how I train them to take my merciless aggression and my giant cock without permanently ruining them. It’s how I transformed my current in house slut. Weeks even of university rooming slowly transforming him into a trained cock sleeve. Other alphas may cunt their fags in a day. Or less. But I like to take my time. Enjoy the thrill of the process. Revel in the final moments before the fag submits to the cunting in its entirety, their body and mind turned.
I mentioned to Master Jase that my cuntings happened without the knowledge or planning of me or any of my Masters. My Masters and Alphas who cunted me all thought they were hurting me and freaked out a bit; meanwhile, I was freaking out over the loss of control. None of us back then knew what it was, which is why I coined the term “cunting” to describe it, and I believe my work is the foremost authority on cunting anywhere on the internet.
Master Jase continued:
Hah, I always know what would hurt a fag or not. Breaking it’s cunt open will never hurt you or any fag. Your crying, your shaking, your involuntary movements, are all pleasure signs that you’ve experienced the peak of being fagged out. I do not know nor presume to know if you pioneered and coined the term cunting. But I do know that since I started to fuck and own my sluts in high school, that was how I broke them in. Not nearly with enough patience and marathon stamina as now, but I just knew that mounting them on my cock and their reactions meant that I had turned them into my willing cumdumps.
Fags are not as weak as straight alphas think they are. It takes a certain will to submit and release their control to an alpha. Myself, I demand my fags all keep themselves in the best of shapes to withstand my punishing rounds of breeding. The new Dilf fag is no exception. Point being, fags who are made to be used by alphas, will have the will and body to withstand some use from an alpha.
Master Jase is a rare Alpha, one that doesn’t fit easily into Protector or Destroyer labels. He’s probably both simultaneously. He’s like a sudden and violent storm that rises up and obliterates a town, but after it passes the sun is shining and the air is clean and fresh.
All I know is that Master Jase will mount a faggot with the expressed desire and intent to destroy it, but in the end he’s holding the limp, devastated body of a cunted faggot that has been transformed and set free. He’s not for the faint-hearted or half-hearted. Once he rams his huge dick all the way in a faggot, there’s simply no way it’s ever coming back.
And that, to me, is the whole point.
Thank you, Master Jase!
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!
Being a faggot can be a terrifying experience. We contend with so much in terms of ostracism and derision, not to mention what we go through physically while being used, as well as trying to perform our daily duties while also trying to please demanding Alphas and Masters.
And that’s just when dealing with Protector Alphas! Now multiply that by 100% when it involves Destroyer Alphas.
I will say that Destroyer Alphas are rarer as they age, because of course they mature and start to realize how awful Destroyer Alpha behavior really is. But in their teens and twenties many Alphas exhibit Destroyer tendencies simply due to the excess of everything: they have more testosterone, more energy, more unbridled aggression and arrogance … while simultaneously lacking experience and wisdom and thoughtfulness. Those years are toxic with immature bully attitudes.
My first Alpha Roger (when we were 17) could possibly be considered something of a Destroyer Alpha in that he forced me to be his cocksucker and was always degrading me (of course, I liked it). However, I’ve certainly heard of worse tales of faggots being enslaved and terrorized by Destroyer Alphas in that age range.
But few sink as low as Grayson, the 18-year-old straight Alpha who has recently taken ownership of a college faggot named Ben.
When I wrote about Ben’s first serious encounter with Master Grayson, I chastised Ben for being unwilling to admit he’s a faggot. I had hoped that Master Grayson’s rough treatment of Ben during that encounter might shake Ben loose and help him accept the truth.
But I may have misunderstood Master Grayson’s true machinations. Ben wrote to me tonight and told me what happened this weekend, and it really rattled me. Here’s what he wrote:
I wanted to clarify for the story that i am a college graduate but my friend who I am serving is not in college yet but will be next year as he is 18 and recently graduated high school which was a large part of why I struggled to submit to someone younger than me. Reading your reply Sam you’re right I do believe I am not an alpha but I never really considered myself anything above a pre alpha, but even in my submission to my friend (Grayson) I won’t lie I topped another guy before the incident. I’m unsure how that will change over time but even in my submission I do feel my sex drive is intact.
But for the update I didn’t expect it to be done so early on Sunday I thought he would call me over in the afternoon but just after midnight he told me I had 30 minutes to be there or he would tell everyone who I really was. I rushed to get ready and head over to his place where I greeted him on my knees as usual and I asked about his parents and he slapped me so hard my cheek stung and said “they’re out of town but from now on you don’t talk unless I say so got it”. I replied by nodding my head and he asked if I knew why he told me to come today and I told him no, his response was “Today is the first day of your faggot ass Month, and I want you to remember today that there is no faggot Pride, everything is just serving me” and I can’t lie somehow his words and manipulation already made my dick throb. Before I could head in though, he forced my mouth open and ended up facefucking me on his doorstep where anyone could see and I was so scared someone would see but I managed to do a lot better this time after training a bit more and actually got him to finish albeit it took more time.
I thought I had done my job and all I had left was to maybe worship him and help him out for the day, but dragged me inside and I saw two of our mutual friends standing there. I felt so ashamed in the moment Sam that they saw me just take his load and I could see the respect they had for me fading from their eyes. When I hesitated to move Grayson commanded me to suck both of their dicks and there I was sucking on two more of my friends dicks and Grayson encouraging them “to be brutal since I’m just a fag”. After I had sucked everyone off and took their loads, Grayson said “you’re not done yet fag, both of them are going to give you a rating out of 10 on your head game. However far away that rating is multiplied by each other is the amount of slaps you’re getting.” I ended up receiving two 5/10 scores and had to take 25 slaps and a spitballs to the face.
The rest of the day didn’t get better as I had to stay up the entire night serving them being their footrest, cleaning the dishes, making them food, and giving them head while they were playing video games all while they occasionally just pushed me around forcing me to do their bidding. The one time I fell slightly asleep resting for a second, I got woken up to Grayson kicking me in the gut telling me “Fucking fag you don’t go to sleep unless I say so”. By the morning/noon I thought I could go soon since my mutual friends were leaving, but after they left Grayson had this wicked grin and told me to strip to my underwear and start sniffing his feet and actually sucking his toes. When I hesitated he yelled at me “Every fucking time if you disobey me you get punished, so suck my toes right now or else.” His demeanor made me so obedient and when I further worshipped him he ended up telling me in a monologue I can’t really forget, “Listen faggot, I don’t know what happened in college or whatever friendship we had before, right now you’re just my faggot. Nothing else so you obey me there’s no disobedience, you aim to pleasure me whatever I tell you. Any time you think you’re anywhere close to being above the dirt on my feet remind yourself that you are not even worth that. So get this in your faggot mind, I own you, there is nothing else anymore.”
I want to say that changed something in me his words really resonated with me, but I still have thoughts of topping other guys still. But while I was still at his house, he instructed me to only crawl and wear white briefs whenever serving him at home and I ended up doing that for a couple of hours while doing his chores. A little bit before when I am writing this, after I had finished everything he assigned to me, he told me to come into his room. When I entered he blindfolded me and tied me up! Before I could even ask anything, I felt him take off my briefs and slam his dick into my raw hole when I had to scream. He ended up yelling, “I don’t care how much it hurts you’re going to take it and I want to hear you say my name and beg for it after each thrust or else you’re getting belt to ass”. When I didn’t reply he ended up whipping my ass with a belt and I had to force myself to beg for his dick while my entire body was in pain. Now this is the kicker, when he “finished” and pulled out, he took off the blindfold and showed me a video. It was me getting fucked but the entire time I thought it was his dick, it was actually an eggplant with me clearly begging him to fuck me with his dick. I was in complete shock and wanted to cry when he told me “My parents are out of town for a while so you’re going to be my Uber driver, if I call you answer and drive me I don’t care what plans you have, cancel them or else everyone you know sees this video.” I had no choice but to relent and now I am currently waiting in my car at the mall while he is with his girlfriend. I have never felt so deeply humiliated as I have today and being so scared of him leaking the video and both what I am going into and what he plans to do with his aggression. I can’t even comprehend everything that has happened yet today as I thought last time was fast but now it seems he is fully pushing all my limits and I can’t tell if this is healthy or this is what I have to get used to.
I’m a little shaken by this experience. I can only imagine how Ben feels.
Destroyer Alphas who do this sort of stuff don’t realize that their actions belie a great insecurity. You see, truly powerful Alphas don’t need to blackmail faggots or hurt them or abuse them in order to get the faggot to serve them. Only insecure Men do these kinds of things.
Now, Master Grayson is clearly immature (he’s only 18 years old), but what he’s doing to Ben goes beyond immaturity and smacks of sadism. It’s the kind of casual hatred for others that fuels those awful slap-a-stranger videos we see on social media. It’s as if Master Grayson is still a little kid pulling wings off of flies, burning ants, and exploding frogs just to kill things.
I don’t know how to guide Ben through what’s ahead here. I don’t think this is going to get better. Master Grayson has a taste of power from Ben’s submission (and also flexing it for his Alpha pack), and I think he’s going to push it more.
And I don’t think that’s healthy for Ben and his progression, especially if he’s honestly still unsure about what he wants.
I think the options look like this:
The first one involves Ben simply not caring what people might think if they see it. I think this is an important thing for Master Grayson to consider: Master Grayson’s PARENTS aren’t going to like finding out what he’s been doing in their house. And they’re certainly not going to like that their son is doing that in their house to BLACKMAIL FAGGOTS.
Maybe Master Grayson needs to be threatened with that!
Sadistic bullies typically need to be confronted. That’s especially true when the sadistic bully is as stupid and immature as Master Grayson.
As for Ben, this experience has clearly opened him up to his faghood. So, like my rapist, he should be grateful in a way to Master Grayson for opening up his eyes. But I don’t think serving someone as cruel and hateful as Master Grayson is going to help him right now.
Anyone else have any thoughts on this troubling episode?
This breaks my heart a little bit.
I hate to see my brothers this terrorized and traumatized.
I mean, who likes hurting a faithful dog? A dog only wants to love and please its Master. Why hurt it?
It’s the same with a faggot. A faggot only wants to love and please its Owner.
Men who hurt these ones are broken inside.
