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.
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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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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!
Exceptional faggots are hard to find. In a world of haystacks filled with selfish, stupid, and disobedient subs, an exceptional faggot is the proverbial needle. An exceptional faggot submits itself entirely to the needs of its Owner, surrenders its own rights or concerns to Him, and enriches every aspect of His life. An exceptional faggot protects its Master’s interests, respects His boundaries and autonomy, and trusts Him implicitly. An exceptional faggot makes a Man proud to own it.
When a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo takes ownership of an exceptional faggot like Giovanni, wondrous things happen. Ancient truths are exposed and reinforced. Purposes are realized. Safety and peace are assured. All because an Alpha accepted his place, and took ownership of a faggot that embraced its place!
But let’s be clear: even exceptional faggots fail.
So what happens when an exceptional faggot like Giovanni fails a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo? This stunning recent example answers that question in a way that left me in awe:
I want to tell you something that happened here in the house.
My wonderful Master Lorenzo takes care of me and Rafael very well, you know right? And he always wants us to eat healthy, we even talked about Francesco’s diet for good boys and Lorenzo loved the idea but our food was always really healthy because of our great Master. He checks our weights every week checking if we are skinny and with round sexy asses for him. Of course, this is his right and I will always obey.
But one of the rules here is that we must eat salad, fibers, fruits, and vegetables, and some foods are only allowed once a week on the weekend. Ice cream is a big issue here because I love it and he does not allow us to eat ice cream more than once a week and we must ask for permission first because it’s a lot of sugar, fat, etc
So my Master is reaaaally busy with his work, so I thought that it wouldn’t be a problem to have some ice cream when he was working and not tell him (just a little bit!!). So I ordered a pot of ice cream for me and ate it playing my video games and it was sooooo good <3 <3 but I forgot that Lorenzo receives notifications of everything on his phone because I use his credit card to buy things, so he texted me “baby, what are you eating?” I was afraid to disappoint him so I said that I bought a fruit salad and he just said “ok, baby” OMG Sam!!! I felt sooo guilty, but thought everything was okay
When he arrived home, his dinner was ready like I cook everyday for him, I asked if he wanted me to serve his food, massage his feet, etc But the first thing he said was “I love you, my good boy. And I love how you always tell me the truth” and looked deeeeeeep into my eyes. OMG Sam, I was silent and started to cry. I know it’s something really stupid and it’s just an ice cream but I felt really bad for lying for him. When I was crying, he hugged me, kissed my forehead, and said “I brought you and your mother here, I taught you how to be a good boy, I pay for your tuition, I pay for your food, I pay for your clothes, I pay for your perfumes, lingerie, videogames, the make-up you like to use… and I am very happy to buy these things to my beautiful boy, but if you think that I am stupid, you are wrong, baby”
Omg I tried to answer him and say something, but then he said “it’s okay if you don’t follow your diet sometimes but lying to me is unacceptable. I take care of you and in return I ask you to trust me, is this too much?” I said sorry one million times and told him that I bought ice cream because I really wanted and I was really really sorry, I just didn’t want to disappoint him. And he said “well, now I am disappointed, and I hope you will never lie to me again, no matter how small is the matter” Then I said “yes my Master” and kept my head down. And he said “now serve my dinner”, he ate normally, even said that my cooking was delicious, and told me to go to the bedroom. I thought he was goign to fuck me and everything was fine!! But then he said that he would call Rafael because he doesn’t live with us, so he usually comes only on Saturday. I was happy, thinking that we would have an amazing threesome as always, but when Rafael arrived everything changed.
Look what my perfect Master did!! (and I deserved it a lot!) Lorenzo told Rafa to bring some ice cream, so he bought in his way to the house. When he arrived, I didn’t understand anything, and my brother Rafa was really confused too. Lorenzo said to Rafa that my mouth was too busy with ice cream so I couldn’t suck his dick, that’s why he called him in the middle of the week. He was laughing and making jokes, Rafael didn’t understand, but our Master was really serious about it. Then Lorenzo went to the kitchen, took a spoon, gave it to me with the ice cream my brother bought, and said “now you can enjoy.” He told me that I could fill my mouth with all the ice cream I wanted, so I didn’t need his cock and cum in my mouth anymore.
He put his hard dick out of his underwear and Rafa immediately started to suck him. I was looking at my brother sucking Lorenzo’s thick cock and felt really guilty about what I did. So I was just holding that spoon with a pot of ice cream in my hand, while Rafa was giving our Master an amazing blowjob, enjoying the PRIVILEGE to suck his big dick. So Lorenzo just said in a very calm and deep voice (you know his voice well, right?? So powerful!!) “go ahead baby, you can eat the whole pot if you want while Rafa serves me, he will swallow my cum, while you swallow the ice cream you love” I felt so bad and embarrassed, brother Sam!! And I said sorry, I said I didn’t want to eat ice cream anymore. And he asked if I regret my bad behavior. I said yes, that I was a bad boy, and was really really sorry. Then he told me to throw all the ice cream away in the kitchen sink and come back to the room.
I did it, and when I came back he was getting close, so he held Rafa’s head, fucked him fast and shot his delicious load in my brother’s mouth. Rafa swallowed every single drop of his perfect seed with a smile on his face, and Lorenzo just said to him “hey boy, does it taste better than ice cream?” My brother is such a good person that he didn’t want to make me feel bad, so he just smiled and said “of course, and I’m sure Gio agrees with me now” So after this punishment Lorenzo put Rafa and me on his chest, in each side of his armpits. And he explained the whole situation to Rafa, and I said that I would never lie again.
So my perfect Master after around 2 hours cuddling and talking to us in bed, just said “ok boys, double blowjob now” OMG brother Sam!!! I was sooo happy that he was not upset with me and I have him THE BEST blowjob together with my brother Rafa. My pussy was already prepared for him, so he put me in missionary position and fucked me reaaaally romantic, kissing me, and telling me that I am a good boy, and how much he loves me, and that he wants me to be honest. I only said “sorry Master, I love you, please fuck me, I am yours” And he shot a nice load in my pussy. He was really tired of the whole day at work and shooting two loads, so he just said “ok, my cum inside Rafa’s belly and my cum in Gio’s ass, all the fags are happy now, let’s go to bed” And we fell asleep in his arms.
On the next morning, when Rafa went to work and we were by ourselves, he asked me what I learned, and I said that I learned that I should never lie and if I want to do something against the rules of the house I should ask for permission because he knows what is best for me. I feel really stupid and selfish now brother Sam, he literally saved me and my mother!! I should respect him more!! But he kissed my lips, said that I was a good boy, and I learned my lesson!!!
He allowed me to tell you this story for the website and I want to share this with you because my Master is PERFECT and being perfect doesn’t mean to do everything I want. In a relationship like this one, he is my boyfriend but he is my MASTER and he will punish me and put me grounded if he thinks it’s necessary. And my role as his sub boyfriend is obeying. He’s a perfect protector Alpha and he just wants me and my brother to be happy, safe, and healthy!!
That’s it, Sam!! I really would like to know your opinion about this. I love you a lot!!! <3 <3 <3
I love Giovanni so much not only because he deeply loves and respects his Master Lorenzo, but also because he serves with the precocious joy of a boy. Hell, he IS still very young! And, like most kids, they make the mistake of testing authority and seeing if they can sneak a hand into the cookie jar for one (or two) harmless cookies.
Master Lorenzo had every right to be upset and insulted by Giovanni’s momentary lapse in judgement. He has truly given Giovanni (and his mother) a wondrous new life, he’s given Giovanni a purpose, and he trusts Giovanni with many privileges not often afforded other faggots.
But Giovanni broke that trust in a relatively harmless way, but then compounded the issue by lying to him. There was simply no way Master Lorenzo could allow such an error to go unpunished.
Now let’s talk about the most delicious part of this (no, not the ice cream!): the corrective action taken by Master Lorenzo! He used a modified version of what I call The Nuclear Option, which in its basic form is the perfect punishment for faggots. In this case, Master Lorenzo brought in Rafael (his second faggot) to service him right in front of Giovanni while Giovanni was forced to be content with eating ice cream!
This method (both the Nuclear Option and Master Lorenzo’s modified version) works so well because it uses DENIAL of something a faggot wants (its Master’s cock, cum, and attention) while being forced to watch it being given to someone else (leveraging a faggot’s fear of replacement). Actual physical punishment of a faggot (like spanking, slapping, belting, etc.) doesn’t work as well because many faggots crave that kind of abuse, which would then defeat the purpose of deterring it from repeating a mistake.
You can hear the mournfulness in Gio’s words as he recounts watching Rafael happily sucking Master Lorenzo’s fat cock and swallowing his superior seed! The punishment worked like a charm!
Master Lorenzo excels at everything, but he’s truly a generous Master who freely gives aftercare to his good boys. In this case, aftercare was needed to soothe Giovanni after this punishment so that the lesson behind the punishment would be reinforced.
I have no doubt that the lesson was absorbed by Gio’s heart just as eagerly as Master Lorenzo’s seed was absorbed by Gio’s pussy!
I thank and praise Master Lorenzo for allowing his precious Giovanni to share this intimate story, and I am grateful to Gio for his honesty and adoration of his God Alpha King!
