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!
Bullying has a deeply negative connotation in today’s Western whiny culture, but to students of hierarchy the act of bullying is part of the engine that drives hierarchy.
Virtually every faggot has been bullied in life, but it’s surprising how much bullying impacts the lives of Alphas.
Even God Alphas like Master Jase.
A couple of days ago Master Jase posed the following question to me:
Stretched out two muscle sluts last night, and in between rounds of cunting, had an interesting conversation. We spoke about the difference between bullying and domination. It was a compelling topic because I am a teacher, and one of my muscle fags is a cop. Before I give my thoughts, I want to know what you think is the difference between bullying and domination, especially for alphahood.
It was an interesting thought I’d never considered before. I relied this way:
I think bullying comes from a place of weakness or insecurity. A bully wants to tear down someone to make themselves feel better about their own lives or insecurities.
Domination, on the other hand, comes from a place of security. It’s about knowing you’re superior and more powerful and flexing that energy to influence inferiors.
This inspired Master Jase to pursue this line of thinking, and he makes an unexpected admission while doing so:
This may or may not come as a surprise to you. As a youth, before I accepted and blossomed into my alphahood, I was a victim of bullying. I tried very hard to mold myself into a vessel that my parents wanted me to be, and at the time, I didn’t know why it was such a struggle to be obedient to my parents’ wishes. Of course it was because the intrinsic power inside me refused to let me be controlled by another, even if it was from a place of love by my parents.
The result was though that I struggled and was vulnerable. And bullies in primary and early high school tried to intimidate and invade my space. So you can imagine both my past experiences, and my current role as an educator, means I have a very disdainful approach of bullying.
I like to summarise it as such. My dominance is all-consuming; I possess so much physical, mental, emotional and social security that coercion becomes almost unnecessary. My authority is established and inherent. A bully on the other hand, makes other men submit not through reference, but fear, and is dependent on that fake control to feel superior.
I find a gratifying thrill in breaking and brutalising bullies and showing them their place. Crush them physically and mentally, with the effortless aggression and brutality which is my domain, and turn them into fags consumed by the need to be pounded by my massive dick and filled with my potent seed. Their need to feel powerful and manly? I take that away from them, each spoken command in their ear, each merciless thrust at a time, each pump of my god cock in their cunts.
It’s especially satisfying when it’s a man who judges and bullies on discrimination. You by now know my thoughts and very passionate views on race, height, and sexuality. Being short, gay and Asian makes me no less a powerful God Alpha. Easily bending a man of fake bravado and twice my size over. Making him glad to experience real domination as I handle and play with his body and cunt as I please.
The cop was one such man. High on his power and authority, until he turned dismissive of me one night after a road-side alcohol breath test. I brutalised his throat that night, didn’t take long for him to be on his knees worshiping alpha cock. A once strong bully on his knees, weak and mind-torn, kissing up and down my huge cock sticking out my gym shorts. Then when I penetrated him days later after training him to be my slave, twelve massive fat inches fucking him and cunting him out long and hard, he was no longer a bully, merely a faggot. Just his expressions and thoughts of “Me, an alpha police officer, getting fucked in the ass!” and begging for it. He tells me it was a transformative moment for him, that he realised that all the control he had was fake and performative compared to the sheer endless power I had over him. He regularly thanks me for cunting him out and is in bliss that he is owned and claimed.
It’s ironic to say this, but I also see an alpha’s dominance as a mercy. A faggot can give up control, and in doing so, surrender and be free from the needs of being in power, of fighting and conquering. I see it when I have my sluts being domestic in my household, and when making love and worshipping my body and cock. They have surrendered to sheer pleasure of servicing me. There is no stressful thought, except for when their cunts can slide down my cock as a reward for their good performance.
Bullying is never to be tolerated. I loathe bullies, and I love to make bullies submit to a superior dominant male. Abusing their pussies and flooding them with my mighty cum, cunting them for hours until they’re beyond exhaustion and completely fagged out. Their place no longer as a fake leader, but merely a play thing and slave to a real alpha’s needs and will.
That doesn’t mean I don’t like to bully-fuck my fags and sluts. Stabbing all twelve fat inches as deep and hard as I can, repeatedly slamming in their cunts while I tease and demean them. Nothing better to confirm I own a fag’s soul through his hole than an expert bully power-fuck. The fags want nothing more than to be claimed even more.
Beautiful and eloquent dissection of bullying from both ends of it!
I must admit that my eyebrows raised in surprise when Master Jase discussed the attacks he suffered at the hands of early bullies. Knowing Master Jase as well as I do, it seems incomprehensible that any Man or Alpha would attempt to bully him.
Of course, I’ve only ever known the powerful and fully-realized King he is today. I never knew the small-for-his-age Asian boy he once was, the one who felt isolated and attacked.
There is no doubt that Master Jase recognizes what bullying did to him, how it acted like gamma radiation to fuel his growth into the raging Hulk he is today. He is extremely knowledgeable about hierarchy, and he appreciates the subtle mechanics that have made him a God Alpha and faggots into his slaves.
It’s a matrix we are all part of. Bullying is part of this process. It acts like flippers in a pinball machine, whacking each of us and sending us haphazardly careening into a collision course with our own destiny.
I’m so glad Master Jase experienced these aspects in his life. It has made him into a better Master and Owner of faggots!
But there is another development in Master Jase’s life recently that is changing him even more: LOVE.
That’ll be the subject of the next post!
Thank you, Master Jase!
Yours,
sam the faggot
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Titouan is a terrific faggot, and I know he tries hard to be a good and obedient boy for his Master. Unfortunately Titouan is an obvious faggot with his scrawny, hairless body and tiny dick, so everywhere he goes in France (the “Land of Alphas” as I call it) he has straight Alphas wanting to use him. Yeah, it sounds like HELL, doesn’t it?
So as I chronicled previously, Titouan did serve straight Alphas during his summer holiday away from Master. And as I predicted, his straight, married Master was likely going to take corrective action. Only one question remained: what would that be?
Well, we just found out:
two days ago, my straight Alpha Daddy made me come to his secret studio in Paris, he fixed the small chastity cage he had made me buy, he says I have to wear it for at least two weeks, punishes me because i have been with another male in August during holiday at seaside. He keeps the key. He’ll decide in two weeks if removed or kept for longer time. I know i deserve it, as i didn’t comply with the rules (As Alpha male He can see who he wants but as young faggot i have no right to have sex with anyone else except if he decides it). As I wear large white briefs, my cage cannot be seen as long as I’m not naked and this is only when alone (shower etc) . Sure chastity is humiliating and big frustration, i feel very jealous of other boys, even younger than me, who can have sex when they wish (frustration increased when i hear some of them talking about their sex evenings with girls, etc) But i know my Alpha has right to decide this and it does make me feel the superiority of Alpha boys or men.
My male told me some things about him. He works for a french news magazine and site, a rather traditionalist one. And he has family with daughters, teenagers like my own sisters. All this explains why he demands discretion, he wants to protect his family and social life as straight Daddy. I respect all this and find it exciting as all this also makes me feel strongly the fair hierarchy : mature Daddy/ boy and straight Alpha/ faggot.
He wants me to come again this week-end . I love the idea of another secret rendez-vous, i love the idea of me very humble as wearing chastity cage & at same time having to serve a straight mature Alpha and his right to use a boy like me for his unlimited pleasure.
The first time a faggot is caged is always the worst. The intense adjustments it makes to your physical, emotional, and mental are sometimes difficult to accept. This is especially true of young, horny fags like Titouan.
I’m excited for Titouan to experience chastity and see what revelations come to him. Smart fags almost always see value in chastity, and Titouan is an intuitive fag for sure.
Honestly, his Master’s punishment was fairly light, but I think his Master has a lot of affection for his secret faggot. Like all straight Alphas, he loves to own a hungry, discreet cumdump.
I think we will see Titouan’s pleasure centers shift as he’s fucked while caged. That’ll surely be a revelation for him!
Can’t wait to hear more about it!
I hate when Masters like @RealPussyMaker refer to faggots as “objects”, because being a full-time object is not a realistic goal.
I think he’s primarily using “object” as a trigger word, and not really referring to a fag object.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??
I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.
Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:
Hello, Sam, how are you?
I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.
I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.
To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.
Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.
When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.
The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.
When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.
I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him.
<span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.
But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.
I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.
You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.
Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).
The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”
The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.
When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone.
<span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.
PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”
So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?
I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!
But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?
But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.
And then, Marcos will win.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a caged faggot named Houston who struggled to take a straight Alpha without lube, but is now serving a mid-twenties Alpha from his gym. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Alphas live on the hair-trigger edge between their Protector and Destroyer Alpha sides. You can be owned by the most incredibly nurturing Alpha, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can set him off in ways you’d never expect.
I’m not saying this to scare any faggots, just to serve as a warning. So my advice is to obey at all times, even when you think he isn’t looking. That’s the only way you as a faggot can hope to safely survive.
Relatively-new faggot Houston discovered this fact about his new Master Mason the other day after a fairly hair-raising episode that involved a near-rape:
Hi sam,
Things had been going really well with my new Alpha (Mason) at the gym. He’d really gotten me on quite the routine across all forms of service over the past few weeks until a major incident happened.
There’s a guy – Tony – who is a large, built Black Man that comes by the gym towards closing to deliver supplies about once a week. I was in the laundry area when he arrived last weekend (normally on Mondays) and my 3” inseam shorts and cage bulge weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Mason likes me dressed like an inferior slut when it is less likely to be an issue after hours.
Well Tony took notice. He started teasing me and asking if I was a cocksucker/faggot. I, of course, confirmed right away as I don’t find it respectful to lie to a Superior Man like him.
He went about his delivery but I could tell he was constantly eyeing me. That’s when instinctively, I started sticking my ass out and arching my back more than needed to get some laundry out of the dryer. That was all it took. The next time he came in, I got a solid few slaps to my ass and then it was just Tony commanding me to “get on this dick faggot.”
It didn’t take me long to have it mostly down my throat – choking on it like a debased, sloppy whore. But his cock is massive. Probably 10+ inches. So it was a struggle. He worked up to quite a brutal face fucking from there before spinning me around so quickly I nearly lost my balance. Before I knew it, my shorts were down around my ankles and my caged clit exposed.
This is where I got a bit scared. I hadn’t taken a dick that big before and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to ask if I wanted to try it out. Without a second to process it, he thrust his dick to the balls and totally rearrange my guts without any mercy. It was so painful and unrelenting. I screamed out and tears began flowing freely down my face as he slammed the full length of his thick dick in and out. I have no idea how long it went on for but suddenly the door flung open and there was Mason – furious and seeing red. He ripped Tony off me and punched him square in the jaw.
I don’t recall all that happened in the moment. Just that Mason said “No one fucks MY faggot without my permission. Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”
“MY faggot.” That phrase of ownership and protection swept over me even in my post assault head spin. Tony was gone as soon as he stumbled back from the hit to the face.
Mason inspected my pussy and saw that it was pretty torn up/bleeding. After all his assertiveness and getting Tony off of me, I thought he would be nurturing in the moment. But I was dead wrong. He said he saw the whole thing on the security camera and that he’d even reversed the video after hearing my yelps and seeing me on the screen. And he wasn’t happy about what he saw leading up to it.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you flaunting yourself like a desperate whore in front of him. You practically begged for it. Now look – I’m down a delivery guy and I have a disloyal faggot with a useless pussy.”
I began crying all over again begging for his forgiveness and that I’d do whatever he wanted to get another chance.
He immediately threw me over his knee and gave me the hardest hand spanking I’ve ever received. It somehow hurt worse than a paddle or belt. And I think it was my guilt that stung the most. As his hand kept swatting full force he asked a series of questions that required me to affirm my owned status as his faggot.
“Whose faggot are you?!” – yours Sir!
“Whose cockwhore are you?!” – yours Sir!
“Whose cum and piss guzzling loser are you?!” – yours Sir!
The onslaught of questions didn’t stop for the entire spanking. He shoved a dirty pair of underwear from one of the Men’s laundry in my mouth as he left me sobbing on the floor. He came back a few minutes later and had something in his hand.
“If you’re going to have pussy that’s dripping like a bitch on the rag, then you’re going to be treated like one. Put it in.”
It was a tampon. He had gotten it from the women’s locker room. I have no experience with that but was not going to upset him further. So I fiddled with it and, with a lot of discomfort, buried it in my still raw pussy.
He just walked out saying “fucking pathetic” without even making eye contact.
I was so relieved that he still did use me some the rest of the weekend but only for face fucking, as a urinal and then even started having me eat his ass – especially after a long workout session or day at the gym. He really got into calling me “asswipe” at that point.
It was just today that he decided it was time to use my pussy properly but once he began his rut, it started bleeding again. And it was painful! That didn’t stop him breeding me but he let me know what a mess I was making on his dick.
Now I’m so worried about what to do, sam! I was mad at Tony but then just mad at myself for letting the situation become so disrespectful to my Alpha (and destructive to my cunt).
I’m not sure what to offer or say to Mason. I’m trying to think of new ways to worship him while hoping my pussy can heal. I’m worried about satisfying his needs while recovering and even have considered finding some willing twinks that might be of better service to him in the meantime – but I of course am worried he may prefer one of them over me after that and just dismiss me outright.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated! Don’t know where to go from here 🙁
houston
My initial reaction to Master Mason arriving and beating up Sir Tony the black Alpha who tried to rape Houston was to practically jump up and down for joy. That is pure Protector Alpha behavior, and it really spoke to me that Master Mason’s appreciation for his personal faggot was growing stronger.
But then came Master Mason’s real feelings.
I wasn’t prepared for the way Master Mason reacted to the way Houston responded to Sir Tony’s aggressive flirting. I think it’s hard for Alphas to understand the reactions of faggots in situations in which they feel vulnerable. It’s a natural defense mechanism we have. I think Master Mason mistook some of that.
I’m so sorry that Houston was injured, and that his Master didn’t see that damage as something of a crime against his property. He seemed to view it as something Houston asked for rather than what it was – an assault – and that Houston should be shamed for it. What an unpleasant way to handle that!
I can definitely imagine how awful Houston feels, first from messing up and getting assaulted, and then being shamed and slightly abandoned by his Master! I do think Master Mason looks bad here, but like I said at the outset, Alphas straddle a line temperamentally and it’s often hard to predict.
Personally, I think Houston should continue to serve Master Mason and try to do his best to smooth-over the situation with faithful and sorrowful service. Hopefully it softens Master Mason’s heart, and he realizes he reacted too harshly. Being a dominant Alpha doesn’t mean you can hurt people unjustly and expect others to accept it.
My heart is with you, Houston! You’re doing a good job, brother, so don’t give up. These are all just all part of learning about yourself, your abilities, and your purpose!
Love,
sam the faggot
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One thing I’ve noticed about authentic straight Alphas is their willingness to accept the purpose and function of a faggot within hierarchy, even if they never use faggots sexually or at all. They simply know it’s the truth and the natural order of things. I believe that’s why I was able to service so many straight Alphas in my college years, because they looked at me for what I am: a pleasure device gifted to them by nature itself. True straight Alphas with some level of maturity just accept this as the way the world is meant to operate.
That’s why it’s so easy to understand why straight Alpha Matt (I have to keep myself from referring to him as “Master”) has so easily slipped into the role of mentor and trainer for his faggot best friend Andres. He knows Andres was born a faggot (he’s known for years) and Andres needs help to finally find fulfillment as a faggot the same way Alpha Matt finds fulfilment with every female he conquers.
In the latest update, Alpha Matt told us about how he recruited a bisexual Alpha named Master Diego to deflower and train Andres, and also how Alpha Matt bought Andres some buttplugs and dildos to use for training his hole since it proved to be virtually impenetrable the first time.
Now Alpha Matt returns with an update:
Hey, this is Matt again. Thanks for all your help and support.
I had a long conversation with Diego and told him that I do not want him to hurt Andres in any way, either hurt his feeling, or hurt his butt lol
Diego agreed with everything I said, and he told me his version of his first time with Andres. He said everything went well, but Andres was really nervous and afraid of doing something wrong. Andres told me that Diego “gave up” on fucking him because he was too tight, but Diego explained to me that in fact he put the tip of his cock in Andres’ hole with a lot of lube and it felt amazing for him, but the didn’t go balls deep because he knew it would hurt, so he had Andres sucking his cock for a while, then he fucked Andres in the ass just with the head of his cock, and then when he wanted to finish, he put Andres on his knees again and came all over his chest. Based on his description, Andres seems to be already better than most girls lol but Diego does think that his blowjob needs to improve, he told me that Andres basically gave him a handjob while he kept his mouth still on the tip of his cock, he wasn’t really sucking it. And that’s curious because a lot of girls do the exact same thing, they think they’re giving me a blowjob, but they are just jerking me off while they wait for my cum, and sadly very few of them swallow it. I don’t know if I described it well, but I hope you understand.
The good news is that Diego is a nice guy who I trust and he wants to do it again with Andres. We agreed that I will encourage Andres to use his butt plug and dildo a few times a week, while he will train his blowjob skills. Then Diego said that he’ll be in charge of Andres’ mouth and I’ll be in charge of his ass, one hole for each lol I do not want to think about my friend’s hole but yeah, I guess giving him things to stick up his butt makes me indirectly in charge of his ass. I can’t wait to find a girl willing to submit like a fag and live the life I deserve to live.
I know it might sound like a fake story because I’m a straight guy talking to another guy about how he’s gonna fuck my gay friend, but this is all pure reality and to be honest, I’m learning a lot about hierarchy and the more I do it, the more I am confident of my place on it. I told Diego that he can use my place to meet Andres as long as he asks me permission before. He told me he gave a week for Andres to get ready and will try to go deeper next Saturday. Meanwhile, I’ll do my best to be a good friend and keep my little Andres calm and relaxed.
Finally, I saw the message you posted from someone saying that I’m not an Alpha because I care about Andres. I have no idea who this person is but I was a bit upset to see this reaction. Not that I care for a anonymous hater but I don’t want people to think that Alphas are supposed to use fags and throw them away. Some Alphas fuck fags, some like me don’t, but we should all understand that they are weaker than us and it is our duty to protect them, no matter if we are using them as cumdumps or not. So I have just one thing to say to this anonymous hater: I am sure you can be a good boy, so stop being rude behind a screen and behave like one, ok?
That’s it, Sam. Thanks again for your support, and happy 4th of July for you in America!
I’m not surprised that Andres struggled to give a good blowjob the first time. There are very few cocksuckers who are expert-level from the first lick. I was throat fucked the first time I ever gave head, and I know it wasn’t my best work but I had no choice. Andres was given the space to experiment, and he most likely did the best he could. Now Master Diego will train him to be much better. It’s going to be good, no doubt.
As for Andres getting fucked, the tools Alpha Matt gave him should definitely help. Part of the tightness issue comes from Andres being too scared and tense. He needs to learn to relax and, instead of approaching the deflowering with fear, Andres needs to get excited about it. This will help his hole relax and almost crave to be fucked (it sounds like psychological mumbo-jumbo, but it’s true). Poppers sometimes helps this, too, but I don’t want Andres using them if at all possible. They’re just not healthy.
Most of all, I love love love how Alpha Matt is taking charge of this situation! It’s so important that he lay down the terms of engagement here in order to protect Andres, and it’s meaningful that he’s eager to do so. Even though Andres isn’t technically serving Alpha Matt, Andres is still in many ways “his” faggot (although technically, all faggots belong to him). The fact that Alpha Matt is willing to embrace this training AND recognize its importance is pretty astounding, and really speaks to the depth of intelligence and empathy within Alpha Matt.
Can you sense Alpha Matt’s rapid growth over these last few weeks? I can! He’s ascending in power and authority in a hierarchical sense as he begins to grasp the subtle power dynamics underpinning all of hierarchy. He’s probably seeing it (or sensing it) more often in his daily life, noticing the submissive eye contact, the easy obedience of inferiors, the way people address him. Once an Alpha’s eyes are opened to this happening around them, it’s hard to un-see.
I just wish I could reassure Alpha Matt that there are females who are faggot-like in their submissiveness to their Alphas. I mean, there ARE a few, but usually females only do it as an act in order to get something they secretly want. Faggots do it naturally because we are built to do it.
Maybe at some point Alpha Matt can claim a personal faggot or two to serve as domestic fags. That way he can begin to experience the Kingship he has started to crave as he reads this site!
Thank you for the update, Sir!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think a lot of faggots (and a lot of straight Alphas) don’t believe me when I insist that straight Alphas DO understand and accept the truth about the purpose of faggots and their place in the natural hierarchical order. They understand it in an unconscious way, like a vague, subliminally-shared knowledge that has simply always been part of our collective human experience.
That is why I teach faggots to be open with straight Alphas about submitting to them and serving them. Yes, some straight Alphas will tell you “no” and some might even block you, but they ALL understand it and some will even accommodate a faggot’s desire to serve them simply because they recognize it’s the NATURAL ORDER.
That was where Alpha Matt was when he recognized that his best friend Andres was a faggot. Despite being straight, he understood that his faggot friend needed someone to serve in a more fulfilling way, and that understanding led him to this site. What he found was the revelation of hierarchical truth that he instinctively knew all along, and a verification of his ideas about his friend.
Since then, Alpha Matt has been deepening his understanding of hierarchy and trying to figure out ways to be a mentor/Master for his faggot friend. But now it has come to the point where either Alpha Matt needs to take ownership of Andres directly in some manner, or find a Master to own and train him.
Here’s what Alpha Matt decided to do:
Hey Sam, this is Matt again, thanks for your support as I try to guide our little Andres. I am now very convinced that every fag deserves a confident straight best friend to give them hope and orientation. I was a bit concerned about him sucking a random dick in my apartment, so I tried to something better. I have a friend, Diego, who is openly bisexual and is constantly bragging about the girls and the guys he fucks. Actually the first time I fucked a girl in the ass I asked him for some advice on how to it. He is a great guy and surely knows how to fuck, and I know he would never refuse a virgin mouth and a virgin ass, so I asked Andres if he found him attractive. Andres was a bit nervous at first, but he started smiling like a slut when I told him that Diego would know how to treat all his holes.
Then I acted like a cupid, texted Diego with 4 pictures of Andres, and was very straightforward. I literally said “hey man, are you down to unload inside his virgin hole?” And he just said “always” lol
Things between guys are so much easier. The rest was easy, I invited Diego and Andres for drinks at my place, and after 2 hours being their third wheel, Andres went to the kitchen to do the dishes, I asked Diego it he still wanted it, and he said yes. So I just said “be gentle with him, he’s my best friend”, he agreed, and I left the apartment and went to the gym.
An hour later, Andres texted me “can you please come back home?” I worried about my little bro and ran back home. When I arrived there, Diego had left and Andres was by himself, wearing just shorts and a towel with his hair wet. He looked upset, so I asked what had happened. Fortunately, nothing too bad, but the poor boy was disappointed because Diego tried to fuck him and he was too tight, so Diego, already drunk and not very patient, gave up and told him to suck his cock. So Andres didn’t get fucked in the ass, but he was kissed in the lips for the first time, he got on his knees and sucked cock for the first time, Diego came all over his chest and left, and Andres went to take a shower.
When he finished his story, I just asked “are you happy? That’s what matters” and he said that he was relieved but sad because Diego didn’t take a shower with him (I guess my friend is too romantic lol), and disappointed on himself because he couldn’t take his cock balls deep. I told him that this was perfectly fine and normal, and guess what, I bought him a butt plug, a douche, and 2 dildos for him to practice haha I really want to see a smile on his face, and I guess I’m just an awesome friend
Diego told me afterwards that Andres has a lot to improve because his blowjob was not the best, but he is open to teach him, so let’s see how it goes. I have no idea of how big Diego’s cock is, but I guess it’s big if Andres struggled both in his mouth and his butt.
Anyway, this is already too long, but I wanted to give you this update. I also have good news about finding submissive girls but I’ll tell you more about it later.
Isn’t that amazing??
First of all, notice the free and easy conversations between Alphas Matt and Diego! They enjoy high-level discussions as part of their Alpha fraternity status. Alpha Matt doesn’t think of Master Diego as a lesser Alpha because he’s bi-sexual, but rather as an equal who is a partner in training a faggot like Andres. It’s so important to understand this about Alphas! They handle things internally between them, and inferior males only find out once decisions have been made! That’s how Kings interact!
It really touched me that Alpha Matt took it upon himself to even find a Master for Andres. It’s RARE that a straight Alpha would go to such lengths to care for a faggot (although I’ve seen it plenty of times between fathers and faggot sons). But Alpha Matt’s Protector Alpha heart couldn’t let his friend keep drifting alone and unsure of himself. I’m sure he agrees with me that an unfulfilled faggot is a waste of potential Alpha worship. Alpha Matt is easy to love, I can tell you that. These actions by him should be praised from the mountaintops and studied by Alphas everywhere.
I felt bad hearing that the first experience for Andres was so disappointing and embarrassing. Like Alpha Matt, I wanted it to be magical. However, it’s rare that a faggot has a GREAT first experience due to the pain and uncertainty. It’s a bit like watching your little child start to walk and fall down. You want to spare them any pain, but pain is part of growing and learning. Andres will try again and again and get better, especially if Master Diego is patient with him and takes the time to teach.
But little Andres will definitely need to get those romantic notions out of his head. Yes, Alphas will sometimes soften and do more romantic things with faggots (like showering with them, etc.), but it doesn’t happen all the time. Serving an Alpha as a faggot simply isn’t about mutual pleasure. Even when a Man is fucking a woman, he isn’t thinking about her needs or his love for her … he’s thinking about good her pussy feels and how badly he wants to breed her. Ask any woman and they’ll tell you that Men shut off after they’ve busted a nut. It’s simply how Men are wired.
I have high hopes that Master Diego can train Andres and develop him into a great faggot. Meanwhile, Andres can practice with the gifts Alpha Matt bought for him! Again, how can anyone not fall in love with a Protector Alpha like him?? Truly one of a kind!
With practice and lots of lube, I’m sure Master Diego will be planting his seed into his new fag before too long!
Thank you, Alpha Matt!
Yours,
sam the faggot
Hierarchy 316 – Beware Of Jealousy!
Jealousy is an insidious enemy!
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