The following post is part of a thread highlighting the life of 40-year-old French Alpha Master Girard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Whenever I hear about faggot disobedience, I am grateful that I’m a faggot and not Alpha. I know for sure I wouldn’t be able to handle disobedient faggots. It’s inexplicable that there are faggots owned by Men who simply do not appreciate proper submission and faggot purpose.
How is this possible? It’s hard to imagine being a faggot that has tasted an Alpha’s cock, swallowed an Alpha’s cum, or been held down and bred by an Alpha, and then afterwards have any delusions of equality or right to command that Alpha! If all of those things don’t humble the faggot, then what good does beating it or punishing it do for the faggot?
I ask this because Master Girard, the black French Alpha, is still dealing with the disobedience of one of his personal faggots, Jean. After the last time Master Girard wrote to me about his issues with Jean refusing to serve alongside a black faggot, I had hoped the issue might’ve been resolved. But, like most issues of disobedience, this one has simply taken on a new form. Here’s what he wrote:
Hey fag, Master Girard here again.
After decades fucking fags, today I had my life’s weirdest experience so far. I met a really sexy Black twink from Haiti called Joseph and he was begging to serve me, so I arranged for my 2 boys to meet him. I am 40 and I have had countless threesomes with 2 white boys serving me, but as you know I really wanted to fuck some white and Black pussy at the same time. Don’t ask me why, but it’s been a huge kink for a long time. So I finally brought the Haitian fag home together with Jean and Remi.
Remi was acting like a really good boy, making sure that Joseph was relaxing and comfortable. We drank wine together for around an hour, then I told them that it was time to serve me. I know Jean would try to interact with Remi and avoid Joseph, so the first time I commanded was to Remi worship my feet while Joseph and Jean make out. I can tell he wasn’t expecting this, but Jean went ahead and started kissing his Black brother. Long story short, we had a great fuck I bred Joseph and Remi cleaned my cock with his tongue.
I went to take a shower with Remi because he was really sweaty, we spent 10 minutes making out in the shower. When I went back to my bedroom, Jean was on his knees sucking Joseph’s Black cock. I was so pissed when I saw that. He knows that he is not supposed to suck other Men’s cock and a fag cock is even worse. Joseph was confused because it was his first time in my house and he didn’t know the rules, so I wasn’t mad at him. But Jean disrespected my rules in my house.
I just asked “what’s going on?” And then the story gets bizarre: Jean was on his knees, spitting and jerking off Joseph’s cock and he started to yell at me “you see Master, he’s not a fag! He’s an Alpha! A Black Alpha like you!” It was by far the most unexpected scene that I’ve seen after fucking fags. Jean was obsessed, holding Joseph’s hard cock and yelling that he was an Alpha. Joseph had a clueless face, looking at me with the eyes of “what the fucking is going on?”, and Jean then said “you see, Blacks are Alphas, there are no Black faggots”. I demanded him to stop, told Joseph to dress up again and told him that I would text him later because I had loved his pussy.
When I was alone with Jean and Remi, I asked what the fuck he had done. And Jean just said that he wanted to show me that Black fags do not exist. Then he said that all Black males are Alphas because it is in our nature, and Black fags are just Alphas who haven’t embraced their nature. I told him that I didn’t want to see him for the rest of the night and sent him home. Remi, as the sweet boy he is, stayed with me and, seeing how stressed I was, he approached me, kissed my face, and said “I am really sorry I couldn’t stop that from happening”. I told him that it was not his fault and fed him a load in his mouth.
I am still deciding what to do with Jean, but that boy is way more complicated then I expected. Have you ever seen such a bizarre fag behavior before?
This is an interesting turn of events! I thought Jean didn’t want to serve alongside a black faggot because Jean was racist, but instead the issue involves some kind of fetish about black Men. Jean simply hates the idea that some black males are bottoms and/or faggots! Weird!
Now, I’ll admit that black fags bother me. As a faggot who has served a lot of black Alphas in my life, I find it almost difficult to watch any black male submit like I do.
But that’s all in my head, just a stubborn point of view that has nothing to do with reality. The truth is that hierarchical roles are NOT a product of race, body type, or dick size. It’s how we were wired inside at birth, and nothing more.
As a lifelong student of hierarchy I have enough sense to understand the difference between my personal prejudice (or preference) and the realities I see playing out every day around me. Jean, on the other hand, doesn’t have enough sense to make that distinction. Even worse, Jean decided to do something deeply disrespectful in order to defiantly try to prove a false point.
This is the second major outburst from Jean, and that’s enough. No Alpha of the caliber of Master Girard should have to deal with this kind of disrespect. Master Girard lives in a land overflowing with proper faggots who understand their purpose and accept their place at a Man’s feet. He simply doesn’t need to burden himself with retraining Jean, and I don’t even know how a Master might try such discipline.
But Alphas are creative and understand dominance much better than I do, so perhaps Master Girard has some idea in mind for Jean.
But as for me, I think dismissal is the best option. Either replace Jean with this new faggot James, or get another faggot to replace it.
No Master deserves less than complete obedience and respect.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of Master Ethan, a young bisexual Alpha who owns a disobedient French faggot named Henry. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Several days ago I received a Question from a bisexual Alpha named Ethan. His owned faggot “H” was particularly cared for by Master Ethan, who treated it “like a princess” (always a bad idea).
But as it happens so often, this faggot had a wandering eye, and asked Master Ethan if it could service a MAGAtarded Alpha. Because Master Ethan is a good man of considerable intelligence, he wanted his faggot to have nothing to do with this despicable Trump fan.
So “H” went behind Master Ethan’s back and got with this MAGA shithead!
Master Ethan wrote to ask me how he should handle the situation. I strongly recommended that Master Ethan dismiss it, but if not, then I recommended “The Nuclear Option”, an effective training technique that involves the Alpha forcing a disobedient faggot to helplessly watch him fuck a female or another faggot. It hurts, and it’s hard to forget.
It’s a rough thing to do to a faggot, and I wasn’t sure Master Ethan was going to be interested in pursuing it. Now he’s returned with an update:
Sam, the bi alpha here who wrote to you about how to discipline the fag “H” i’m seeing. I’m going to use his first name at this point because if it happens to read this I think it will drive/shame the point home. It’s Henry, formerly Henri. It’s of French Canadian and S American descent but now a citizen.
You recommended the “nuclear” option. I hadn’t known of that but like it. In fact, I find it arousing, which does not maybe reflect so well on me.
A few points: when I said I was going to treat him to two rough cum injections, I meant *rough*–they would have been up to and maybe beyond his kink tolerance, which is low I’ve learned.
Second, his venturing out to sub behind my back with a MAGA lobbyist instantly made me feel less protective/warm toward him, maybe even more like repulsion. The nuclear option would work if I still cared, and I’d do it in a heartbeat because I’d get off on it in a major way, but good fags don’t grow on trees. Don’t get me wrong: I do think I eventually could find a fag to gorge on my dick in front of Henry, but it takes some setting up. Better luck with a girls which I have no problem attracting. Finally, I’m in grad school. Henry longs for our sessions to resume but I don’t know if the stars will align for the nuclear option, much as i hope they do. I’m still going to give it a shot, pun intended. Thank u for the great counsel! We’ll see.
I really like this update from Master Ethan because it shows how deeply Alphas think about the training and guidance of their faggots. A lot of time they give off an attitude like they don’t care about them, but they are always devising ways to improve their fags. They seem to intrinsically understand that faggots exist for them like clay waiting for a sculptor.
In the case of Henry, I have no idea what on earth he’s thinking about. He’s owned by an incredible Master, yet he yearns to serve a dumbass who supports something that is opposed to everything Henry is! Makes no sense at all.
I hope Master Ethan doesn’t get too bogged down with this situation. No Alpha should ever waste too much time on disobedient faggots!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Little Giovanni is one of the greatest faggots to ever grace the pixels of this website. He’s an absolute joy, unbounded in his adoration of his Master Lorenzo and constantly wide-eyed with excitement over any opportunity to be of service to Alphas. When he doesn’t understand something, he respectfully asks for help. He loves with the heart of an innocent child, but he has the body of a stripper faggot.
In other words, he’s the perfect faggot for a God Alpha of Master Lorenzo’s formidable power.
To this point Giovanni has had very few tests to confront during his idyllic tenure as Master Lorenzo’s primary and dearest faggot. Gio’s never faced any kind of real threat to his position or purpose at all since Master Lorenzo took ownership of him.
Until now.
I’m going to let Giovanni tell the story, and then I’ll jump back in with more commentary.
Hello, brother Sam!! This is Gio <3
Something happened here and Master Lorenzo told me to talk to you…
I will try to be brief: Papi brought home a guy called Mario and said that he would be our new friend. When he says our new fried is a way to tell me and Rafa that a new faggot will serve him, which happens from time to time. But this time it was different because Mario didn’t look like a faggot at all, and when he came to our place he didn’t kneel, didn’t serve Papi, it was really weird. He sat on Lorenzo’s couch, drank some wine with my Master while I was there looking at them and serving. I thought that he could me another Alpha to fuck me, but Lorenzo doesn’t like other Men touching me. The only guys who fucked me was Jose from Mexico and Juan from Spain, but they are like brothers and best friends for Lorenzo, I was really confused with that random guy who I had never seen before drinking wine and laughing with my papi (and I admit that I was confused and jealous because Lorenzo was not giving me attention while I was trying to serve them).
My wonderful Master was soooo into Mario, they were talking, ang laughing and having such a great time, and they were ignoring me. Something really weird was going on, then after 2 hours Papi said, “ok, let’s go to bed” and he took Mario by his arm, and just told me to follow them. I was already expecting that I would get down on my knees and suck two big cocks, but again something felt weird because Papi doens’t share me with random guys like this.
Omg brother Sam!! Mario was really hot so I was relaxing and accepting that Papi probably changed his mind and wanted a random guy to fuck my pussy, so I got on my knees and behaved like his good boy. Mario looked at me, chuckled, look at my Papi and said “oh, he doesn’t know, right?” Lorenzo was laughing as well in a very sexy way, then he held my head, put his fingers on my hair, rubbed my cheeks, and said “he doesn’t, but he is a really good boy, he will be okay”. I was sooooo confused, brother Sam!! I looked up at them and saw two really hot Men looking down at me, waiting for more orders from my Master Lorenzo. He put his pants down and his cock was already super hard, but then Mario put his pants down as well and omg!!! He had a pussy, brother Sam!!!!!! He was a trans Man and I had no idea, it was impossible to tell.
I was staring at his pussy trying to understand and with no reaction, they were both completely naked and laughing again, but Lorenzo was rubbing my face next to his big legs and said “are you surprised, baby?” I was so surprised, but I didn’t want to disobey him, so I just said “I couldn’t tell, papi. But I am here to make you happy”. Mario got down on his knees, kissed my cheek and said “don’t be jealous, baby. This cock is big enough for both of us” He started sucking Lorenzo’s hard cock, while I was worshipping his balls and then I was more comfortable. We gave Master a double blowjob, but he was crazy to fuck Mario’s pussy, and he fucked him soooo much. Lorenzo started fucking him missionary, then Mario rode his cock, then doggy style, and I was just looking at them.
I know I shouldn’t feel jealous, but for the first time I felt that my perfect Master didn’t want to fuck me anymore. We had many 3somes before and my brother Rafa always serve him with me, but Master always balances his attention between me and the other faggot. This time was different, he was so happy fucking Mario’s pussy, like a new toy he wanted to use 24/7. They were like a couple in love fucking in their honeymoon and I was just looking at Master, craving for his cock, hungry for some cum. Lorenzo kissed Mario with so much passion and put his whole cock so deep in his pussy, and I saw my Master and King breeding his pussy and he was so satisfied, I could see the pleasure in his face. Mario was also so happy, he looked at me, told me to approach, and kissed my cheek again.
Master said “come here, baby” and gave me his cock covered in cum and pussy juice to clean it. I cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue, but I didn’t even need to take a shower because I was not sweaty and had no cum inside my whole to wash. Lorenzo took Mario to the shower and bathed him and his pussy, then Mario left, Lorenzo cuddled with me, told me that he loved me, that I am gorgeous, etc. On the next day, I did something that made my Master really upset… We woke up together, I hugged him in a romantic way, kissed him and said “papi, why don’t we call Rafa, I miss my brother, I don’t think we need to call that guy from yesterday to our house again” then I insisted and said “I don’t want that guy in our house”
oh Sam, he did not like my tone at all! Lorenzo is always polite but he told me in a really firm voice “baby, I think there are some things you haven’t understood about me. First, it is my house not our house, you live here because I love you and take care of you, but I don’t recall giving you permission to give orders about MY house. Second, that guy from yesterday has a name. He is Mario and he is coming again tonight.” Then I said “but why, papi? It is so good when Rafa and me serve you together, two holes just for you, you are our King” And then he just held my neck and said “well, Mario also has two holes for me, now come here” and he pushed my head to his cock to suck his morning wood. For the first time in my life I sucked Master’s cock thinking about something else other than pleasing him. I was just thinking about Mario and how Master said that he has two holes, I tried my best to give great head as I always do, but I couldn’t focus. Master came in my mouth, I swallowed, and at night Mario came over again, Lorenzo fucked him again, but I was clearly not into it, I think Mario noticed how I didn’t want to serve by his side, but Master did what he needed to do and fucked Mario’s pussy again. And we had a really long conversation when Mario left.
Lorenzo really is a good Man and he loves me, so he asked me why I was acting weird and why I was trying to sabotage his new fucktoy. I started to cry and said that it was really scary for me to see Mario because the only thing that girls can offer and I cannot offer is a pussy, but Mario looks like a gorgeous guy and at the same time he has 2 holes to offer to him, and that really scares me!! I have always been my Master’s favorite boy and I didn’t want to lose him. He calmed me down in his arms, kissed me, and said that he was just excited to be fucking a FTM trans for the first time, and he is really enjoying it. Then he kissed my face to clean my tears and said that I am the most special boy in the world and even if Mario had 5 holes he wouldn’t change me. And Mario is not a faggot at all, he is even a little dominant in his attitude sometimes, so Lorenzo said that he would never have him as a houseboy, he just wants to enjoy his new fucktoy.
Now I am feeling better about all of this, but after our conversation Lorenzo said that he was not happy with my attitude trying to stop him from fucking Mario. Then he said “tell Sam what you did and ask him if this is how a good faggot should behave”
So I am here following Master’s orders, brother Sam! Can you please talk more about transgender men? I know nothing about this world. Are there trans men who are faggots? Are there trans men who are alphas? Where are they in the hierarchy?
And Sam, am I wrong trying to decide who Lorenzo should fuck or not? He always tells me that he loves me and that I am his special boy, I thought I could filter who he brings to his house (but he is right, it is not our house, it is his house)
I am just a little confused and scared 🙁 but Papi brought me flowers today with a little card saying “no matter what happens, you are my special boy”, so I am feeling much better now! But can you please help me brother Sam? I love you!
I do really feel for Giovanni. He’s an innocent faggot whose heart and mind are filled with child-like dreams. Hierarchy, however, isn’t for children. It’s harsh reality, ruled by Men and their desires. Faggots fall into Hierarchy like meat into a grinder (no pun intended), and they come out of it looking very different.
As a seasoned faggot who has been granted special access to Master Lorenzo, I knew a few curveballs were coming for Giovanni. However, this particular curveball threw me for several loops also. A transsexual? I wasn’t expecting that at all!
Now Giovanni is faced with the test virtually every faggot faces at some point while owned by a truly powerful Alpha: how do we handle our Master taking on someone with whom we cannot compete?
For me, it happened when my straight Master Steve had a serious girlfriend. I was his live-in faggot at the time, and he was beginning to make rumblings of me moving out so he could move her in. I became quite emotional, with lots of tears and demands for an explanation. And that’s when Master Steve forced me to stay in a closet and watch him fuck his girlfriend instead of me. Through my tears and my broken heart I was forced to accept that there simply some things I will never be able to give him, things he truly wanted.
It was painful, but I learned.
Gio is going through something similar with Master Lorenzo and this transsexual named Mario. It’s hard to be the faggot slave of an Alpha and serve faithfully for a long period of time, and then watch as your Master enjoys himself as equals with someone who is equipped differently.
To combat that, Giovanni snapped back with a disastrous demand about being able to approve of people allowed to come to THEIR place. This was the same mistake I also made with Master Steve. But it’s completely wrong for any faggot to make that kind of demand on an Alpha, because faggots are not equal to their Alpha even if they’re paying for the place!
But in this case, Master Lorenzo is paying for everything. It’s his place materially, financially, and hierarchically. Giovanni made a huge mistake (that made me literally wince when I read it), and Master Lorenzo jumped on it and corrected Gio as he should.
Gio asked me about transsexuals and their place in hierarchy. Their place really depends on where the Alpha places them. I think it would be fair to say that they are like females. In other words, they are higher than faggots because they occupy a place similar to a female. Mario’s actions clearly indicated that as well, seemingly acknowledging Giovanni’s lower status.
And I will admit that I felt hurt for Giovanni. It’s really painful, and I don’t know that Master Lorenzo fully understands that. How could he?
But I would reassure Giovanni that Master Lorenzo deeply loves him. He’s tried to show that ever since this happened (the flowers were a nice touch), and Giovanni would do well to focus on those acts of love rather than worry about the future. Giovanni’s place will be assured for life with Master Lorenzo if he can pass this test and remain submissively in service.
Ultimately, Giovanni needs to look at it this way: Master Lorenzo is an extremely powerful God Alpha who is going to fuck plenty of other holes. Some might even have three holes like Mario has.
But there’s only one faggot who has the two holes Master Lorenzo truly cherishes, and that’s because sweet little Gio is more than two holes to Master Lorenzo. Giovanni is the faggot Master Lorenzo took complete ownership of as his own as he ascended to embrace his own destiny as a God Alpha. Gio’s deep and complete submission helped to enable that ascension, and Master Lorenzo is faithful enough to recognize that critical contribution.
They will never be a couple in the traditional sense, but Master Lorenzo and his faggot Giovanni are pair-bonded in a more meaningful way, a hierarchical way. Giovanni’s place at Master Lorenzo’s feet will always be assured!
The following post is part of a thread highlighting the life of 40-year-old French Alpha Master Girard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For whatever reason this site is attracting a lot of French Masters and faggots, and I LOVE IT. It’s also appropriate. The word “hierarchy” is of French origin, and their culture (along with the Greeks and Romans) also defined and sculpted our understanding of Alphas and faggots today.
The latest French Alpha to share his life and experiences is Master Girard. He’s a 40-year-old black Alpha who owns a couple of faggots, but things haven’t been running smoothly with one of them, a white faggot with a bit of a problem with racism. Essentially, the faggot doesn’t want to serve side-by-side with a black faggot.
Of course, an experienced Alpha like Master Girard wouldn’t put up with that kind of disrespect for long. So he’s updated me about what he decided to do with the unruly fag:
Master Girard here, the Black Master from France.
I had a long conversation with Jean today, asked him what is wrong with him and why he does not want to serve me next to a Black fag. He said again that he feels uncomfortable but then he admitted that “it doesn’t feel natural.” The fag said that Black males are supposed to fuck and breed white boys like him, so he doesn’t like the idea of Black faggots “stealing” Black Alphas from him. I had only two possible solutions for this issue: dismissing my gorgeous white fag, or fucking some common sense inside his brain. And of course I chose the latter.
I put Jean in doggy style and fucked him hard, holding his neck, and repeating “you are my faggot and you will serve me together with your fag brothers, no matter how they look”. I banged his white pussy really hard and repeated this order at least 10 times. I bred his ass and gave him some after care because I really destroyed his hole.
He seems to be less resistant to the idea now. Let’s see how it goes. Thanks for your response to my previous message, Sam. I appreciate your thoughts.
I’ve heard of this method working to discipline certain kinds of fag issues, particular attitude problems like the one Jean exhibited. Very hard, intentionally traumatizing pounding of a faggot can work as a reboot of the faggot’s mindset, restoring it to factory settings, so to speak.
Ultimately, a faggot that doesn’t properly respect its Master will be disobedient in these ways. Respect can come from many places, but primal places are usually the best. Jean found out that Master Girard is no pushover. When he wants obedience and submission, his unforgiving rut demands it.
I think this is a phenomenal method, and it seems to have worked on the faggot!
Thank you Master Girard for sharing your experience and wisdom!
I wrote in early August asking about Black fags. You will probably not remember me. My name is Girard, 40 year old Alpha from France. I have been fucking subs for 20 years now, but 90% of them are white or Asian.
I currently have two white fags serving me, both are really sexy, tight holes, great cocksuckers. I introduced them to each other and the two fags are friends now. We have awesome threesomes together.
I told my boys that I wanna have some Black pussy to fuck, I keep thinking about their asses up with a Black ass in the middle of them, it turns me on to see the contrast between white ass, Black ass, then my big Black cock pounding both. Don’t ask me why, but this thought makes me really horny.
My fags are Remi and Jean. Remi said that, as long as I am happy, he will be happy to serve me alongside whoever I want. But Jean cut me off and said that he doesn’t feel comfortable kneeling and serving me besides a Black fag. Wtf? He literally takes my thick Black cock in his white ass several times a week. I am a dark skin man, a real son of Africa, the only white thing in my body is my cumshot. How does this fag serve me so well but doesn’t feel comfortable having a fag brother next to him?
I really don’t understand the mind of this fag. So I’d like to ask your opinion about it, Sam. Maybe I could keep Remi, dismiss Jean, find a Black fag and make my interracial stable come true.
Any thoughts?
Thank you for writing to me again, Master Girard! Yes, Master, I definitely remember you. HERE is the question you asked in August! (I’m a very good faggot, Master!)
Racism is such a plague in our world. It’s currently (and finally) destroying America, and it’s deeply dividing Europe as well.
But there is no room for racism from faggots. We faggots are essentially slaves, the lowest on the pecking order, so we don’t have any cause or place to take such an attitude against someone of another race, and especially not against a fellow faggot!
And here’s the other troubling aspect: Jean is supposed to be serving you as your personal fag, and its life is supposed to be devoted to and satisfying your desires … but then Jean won’t agree to helping you satisfy this deeply-held desire of yours? That makes no sense, and it makes me wonder why Jean was ever serving you in the first place.
So yes, Master, I think Jean needs to go immediately. You can replace a white faggot pretty easily in France.
Black faggots might be harder to find there, though, but I’m sure you have your methods.
I hope that helped, Master. You’re a great Alpha, and you deserve the best! Thank you for writing, Master!
Hello, it’s Avi again. I was wondering whether you had any advice on how a fag may train themselves to be a proper fag for an Alpha? I want to begin training myself before looking for an Alpha. Training myself would by my birthday present to myself for I turned 21 today. I would take as much advice as you can give me. And if there’s a set training routine I could do, even better.
Thank you for writing back, brother! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
First and foremost, you should join my free Hierarchy University Discord (LINK HERE) While formal training hasn’t started there yet, it’s coming. Meanwhile, there are a lot of helpful rooms full of both Alphas and faggots willing to advise, train, counsel, etc. You will find a lot of great stuff to help you on your journey.
A good gift to give yourself might be “The Faggot Bible” by FagMaster (link HERE). It contains a lot of mind-melting information and practical advice. While I don’t always agree with FagMaster’s aggressive style or fetish play, his general advice to fags is solid.
I would also focus on doing little things each day to demonstrate submission to the Alphas you know and meet each day. This impresses on your mind the importance of always showing proper submission to Men.
Hopefully I can get a training program together soon to flesh out more of this!
Earlier this week was one of those non-stop, soul-draining days at the office. I woke up tired and spent the whole day in meetings, calls, and dealing with everyone else’s problems. By mid-afternoon, I texted Declan saying I couldn’t wait to get home, relax, watch a movie, and cuddle in his arms.
He simply replied:
“Yes, let’s do that, babe.”
That message kept me going. I left work, stopped to grab dinner, and finally walked through the door thinking I was about to have a quiet night.
I put the food down, took off my shoes, and went into the living room to greet my boyfriend. Like I do every single day, I dropped to my knees in front of him without even thinking. It’s second nature now, I kneel, remove his socks, and start kissing his feet. The smell of his workday hit me instantly, a mix of leather, sweat, and warmth. My tongue traced over the tops of his feet, across the arches, and down to the soles.
I could taste the salt and feel the roughness of his skin as I sucked each toe slowly, one by one, while my tongue circled between them. His toes flexed a few times, little signs that he liked it, but he didn’t say a word. He just leaned back, watching his show, occasionally glancing down to make sure I was still at work.
After about twenty minutes, my jaw was starting to ache, and I tried to shift or stand up. That’s when I felt it, his hand suddenly grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Mouth back on my toes and shut up.”
My breath caught. That tone hit hard.
Without another word, I went right back to it, licking, sucking, and massaging his feet in silence. The only sounds were the TV and the wet sounds coming from my mouth. I stayed there for another thirty minutes, completely ignored, existing only as his footrest and toy.
Eventually, he said casually,
“Go get me a drink.”
When I got up, my knees cracked. I went to the kitchen, made his drink, and took it to him. He didn’t even look up, just took it from my hand, and I quietly walked to the bedroom to change out of my dress clothes.
I was unbuttoning my shirt when he suddenly appeared in the doorway. He didn’t smile.
“In the cage. Now. Don’t make me repeat it.”
I froze.
My heart dropped because I had no idea what was coming. I really thought we were going to cuddle.
But his expression told me otherwise, this was serious.
As I crawled into the cage, he followed me in with a few items. My stomach turned when I saw what they were: cuffs, a hood, shackles, and a gag.
He said, almost casually:
“A guy named Anthony, the one who paid to extend your chastity for another month, also bought a punishment from my throne. You might not like it, but it is what it is.”
Then he listed what was requested:
👀 Hooded
👀 Gagged
👀 Kneeling
👀 Balls cuffed to the jail cell
👀 Hands handcuffed
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He placed the hood over my head, muffling everything. I could barely see or hear. My wrists were cuffed in front of me to the cage, my knees pressed into the floor, and my balls were cuffed through the bars so I couldn’t move more than a few inches. Then he shackled my ankles and looped the chain through the bars, forcing my legs backward until I was completely locked in place, kneeling, bent forward, my face pressed near the bars, unable to move, my breath echoing inside the hood.
I heard him step back and say quietly, almost amused,
“That’s better.”
Time became meaningless. I had no idea how long I’d been restrained. Every sound felt amplified, his footsteps, the TV in the background, even the sound of him pouring a drink somewhere nearby.
Every now and then he’d come over and tease me, tugging at my balls or giving them a quick slap before walking away again.
Then suddenly I felt something cold. A hand spreading something across my balls.
And then it hit.
🔥 A535 cream.
The burn was instant, a deep, searing pain that made me gasp into the gag. I tried to pull back, but the cuffs held me tight. My entire body shook. It was unbearable, and he knew it. I could hear him laughing softly as he walked away.
That hour felt endless.
At times I tried to fight it, other times I just gave up and knelt there shaking and sweating, drooling into the gag while the burn consumed me.
Eventually, I heard another sound, one that didn’t make sense at first. A second voice. A quiet moan.
Declan wasn’t alone.
Through the hood I could hear him, the sound of his belt, the deep grunts, the rhythm.
He was getting a blowjob.
Someone else was on their knees, servicing him while I was caged and burning.
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He came hard, I heard it, I felt the tone in his voice change when he finished.
But I wasn’t allowed to see who it was.
When he finally removed the hood and cuffs later that night, he just smiled down at me and said,
“You’ll find out eventually.”
Two days before, I learned that I’ll be participating in No Nut November, and that more punishments are already lined up.
That’s my life.
The life of a slave boyfriend, owned, used, and kept locked for the man I love. 🖤
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Asian Alphas (when you find them) are surprisingly dominant. They don’t do a lot of talking usually, but what they want is unmistakable.
Master Jin, for example, is one of the greatest Masters this site has ever known. His keen, natural understanding of Hierarchy at a young age led multiple other straight Alphas to start owning/using live-in faggots. Also, his revelatory insights into the need for faggots to be in chastity led me to eventually become a huge proponent of chastity for fags and eventually led to my own caging.
So I’m a huge fan of Asian Masters!
This Asian Master is in complete control of his faggot, and it’s beautiful to see. Not a single motion is wasted as he uses it!
This post is part of a thread following the rise of Master Jay, a powerful Apex Alpha who took ownership of an 32-year-old faggot and its father.CLICK HEREto read all of these posts in chronological order!
It has been a little while since I’ve received an update about Master Jay and his two primary faggots, a father named Kraig and his son, Ryan. Last year Master Jay dramatically took Ryan, and then immediately submitted his father afterwards … and this happened virtually right in front of me as I was communicating with them. It was an insane experience (even for me), but one that provided a lesson for Alphas: USE YOUR POWER FEARLESSLY. This is why you exist, why nature made you superior. Lesser humans like me, Ryan, and Kraig were born to be used however you need. You simply need to demand that service as Master Jay does.
I’ve kept in touch with Master Jay and Ryan ever since, and things have continued on without much drama. Master Jay enjoys ownership of Kraig’s house while breeding both of them at will. Typical Alpha stuff, you know.
But yesterday I received this message from Ryan:
My neighbour caught master jay fucking me on the balcony. U would think he would stop but no he went harder. It felt so good, I just kept my mouth shut and took it hard. The next day my neighbour knocked on the door to complain to my dad. Master Jay opened the door shirtless in his underwear. Dude didn’t know what to say.
I went back to my room. Later heard gagging sounds. I went to investigate and found master Jay face fucking the neighbour’s mouth. My jaw dropped I couldn’t believe how powerful he is!
Stunned, I reached out to Master Jay for confirmation and for more detail on how this happened.
I answered the door in my boxers. I could see him staring. Told him to come inside to discuss. While he was walking into the living room I spanked his ass, dude melted. Asked him if he liked that. Told me yes. I dropped my underwear and face fucked him.
The discussion went well.
Face fucked him balls deep. My balls slapped his face. I took my boxers and shoved it in his mouth and told him to get out. No one questions me when I’m fucking. Dumbass. Doubt neighbours will come back.
Frankly, I think the neighbor WILL come back!
It really just illustrates how truly powerful Alphas like Master Jay can take whatever they want from anyone they want at any time they want. It didn’t matter if that beta male neighbor identified as straight, did it? Master Jay used the opportunity to enforce Hierarchy, humiliating and emasculating the neighbor through forceful use of his Alpha cock.
This is how it’s done!
I hate when I hear Alphas suggest that they need to be respectful or careful with other Men because they aren’t faggots. A true Alpha can take anything he wants from ANYONE he wants. Hell, truly powerful Alphas (God and Apex levels) are often served by lesser Alphas!
There is simply NOTHING stopping a true Alpha except HIMSELF.
Fortunately there are Alpha Beasts out there like Master Jay (another notable example is Master Jase) acting like an Alpha First Wave, fearlessly storming the beaches of Normandy and taking it!
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:
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Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declan’s control (Locktober day 2).
Last night started off like the perfect kind of evening you imagine in your head but never think will actually happen. Sir had already texted me earlier in the day telling me to show up at the gym. As soon as I walked in, his eyes told me everything: this wasn’t going to be a “regular” workout. Between sets he’d whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. You’re mine to build.” Each word was like a pulse down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.
After we left the gym, we came home. I immediately started preparing dinner after my shower exactly as he’d instructed earlier in the day. I had all the ingredients laid out; I knew the timing had to be perfect. He likes things a certain way: his plate built just right, sauces in the correct order, and the tray neat so he can eat from the couch. I didn’t even make my own plate at first. Instead, I knelt at his feet, rubbing his arches, running my thumbs over the tension in his heels while he ate.
Halfway through his meal he looked down at me, smiled, and said quietly but firmly, “Go get your food.” I got up and made my own plate, but instead of joining him on the couch, I had to sit on the floor at the coffee table, back turned to him, eating like a servant while he ate like a king. I could hear him breathing, feel the weight of his gaze on me.
We started a movie and for a few minutes I felt that rare softness; he let me curl up next to him, his arms around me, his hand lazily resting on my locked cock through my shorts. But I know him well enough to recognize when that softness changes. His body language shifted. His grip tightened.
He stood up and without raising his voice said in that low, unmistakable tone, “FOLLOW ME!” As we got in the bedroom, he said: “Hands over the cage now.” My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming.
The cage already sitting there like a silent threat. I raised my arms. He grabbed my left wrist and clicked the cuff to the top bar of the cage, then my right wrist to the other side. Cold metal. No movement. My body completely exposed.
Then came the first strike of the paddle. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting and echo in the room. He paused, reached for the permanent marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and began writing across my back in thick black letters: “Owned by Declan.” The ink felt cool at first, then hot as my skin burned from the paddle.
By the time he was done, my ass was bright red, my back a billboard with his name across it, my cock locked and throbbing, collar snug against my throat. He left me like that, wrists chained, ass stinging, for a good 30 to 45 minutes. I could hear him moving around, watching TV in the next room. Every so often he’d come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, “I love you, babe,” before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.
When he finally released me, he didn’t send me away. He pulled me to the couch, had me lie on my stomach with my head on his lap so he could stroke my hair while watching more TV. My red, sore ass was on display the whole time. His other hand lazily rested on my back where his name was still written, fingers tracing the letters like he was reading them silently.
This is the reality behind the photos and the stories. This is the mix of discipline, service, and care that makes me his.
Hope you enjoy, comment and tell me what you think.
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With Interest I read your content with the perspective of a Fag. I am a 37 alpha with strong protective instincts. Objectively good looking with piercing blue eyes.
So here is my issue in finding regular fags. I get alot of attention from fags and I use a few, if I consider them worthy. When I break a fag In the first time as always I am naturally rough, as is my right. Afterwards it triggers my need to protect and ensure their well-being.
Here is my problem this seems to mean fags are less likely to follow up wanting to be a regular. When this instinct was less developed as a young man they would beg.
Help me with the prospective – as I’m looking for one solid fag to serve me as a god. If it helps I’m in a small city in England.
Sir, thank you very much for your question!
I think I might be just as frustrated as Alphas like you are regarding the bad behavior I see in most faggots. I hate seeing my faggot brothers flake on Alphas or treat Alphas like sex toys or act selfishly or disrespectfully around Alphas. It happens far too much, and is a symptom (in part) of the internet. I do what I can here to teach the truth and the correct path, but in the end I’m just one faggot.
The situation you describe might be a little more complex than that, though. You see, many faggots can’t respect Alphas who treat them with kindness, because they falsely equate Alphahood with hate, aggression, and violence. These faggots want to be beaten, spit on, slapped, and spanked by Alphas, not cuddled. They fail to understand what you’re actually doing (which is reinforcing your power with aftercare) because they’re too invested in their own selfish fetishes.
And where are these violent fetishes coming from? A mixture of self-loathing and masturbation.
When you were a younger Alpha, you cared less about how you treated faggots, and they loved that because you were inadvertently feeding into their fairly sad desires. Now that you’ve gotten and bit older and wiser, you want to become a Master of faggots and not just a user of them. I absolutely respect that, Sir.
It’ll take some time to sift through fags until you find one that responds correctly, but those good faggots are out there, Sir. In the meantime, you can enjoy the search by using as many faggots as roughly as you want! You might also consider joining my Hierarchy University Discord, Sir. There you can search by country and make connections with faggots who are well-acquainted with the message taught here. Here’s the link: https://discord.gg/mEH3Awf8G4
Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.
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Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.
When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.
When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.
Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.
When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.
I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.
Zack (Owned by Sir Declan) ——————————
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