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!

I’m often shocked by how disrespectful some faggots are with their Masters. I remember being particularly incensed with Chin when he would repeatedly disrespect and disobey Master Jin (especially considering the life Master Jin provided for him). It simply makes no sense. If an ALPHA chooses a faggot to be his personal property, that faggot should be endlessly grateful, not self-righteous.

That deep respect we faggots should have for Alphas also extends to an Alpha’s Pack as well. Typically an Alpha Pack is made up of an Alpha’s close Alpha friends, but it can also be simply those close to an Alpha. An Alpha considers these people to be an extension of himself, so a faggot should do the same.

Like I said, I find it hard to imagine any faggot showing disrespect to an Alpha, but I really find it hard to understand a faggot showing Master Jase such disrespect. Seriously? He regularly (like, daily?) destroys males twice his size. He has unparalleled aggression and gym-honed strength. Even if a faggot could match his physical strength, it lacks the internal components Master Jase was born with that makes him one of the most fearsome predators on Earth.

You’d have a better chance of survival while disrespecting a bull … or a T-Rex.

Nevertheless, some fags have a death wish, and Master Jase has provided us with a great example. Listen to his account:

I think you’d be interested in this past weekend’s punishment-training of a fag who doesn’t know his place. I mentioned a few days ago that I had a roided up fag choking on my cock as I messaged you. While his weekend-long punishment may have ended, breaking his will and his submission is only starting. His name for now is mutt. You know I attach importance to titles. Sluts are above fags, fags are above mutts. 

To keep a long story short, the now roided fag disrespected not only one of my social circle friends, but also chose to insult me. I had a night out with my social circle, and he confronted one of my social circle friends in such an arrogant, demeaning, cocky and entitled way that he had all my instincts pulsing to be released. 

I had him grabbed by his collar and pinning him against a wall, ordering him to apologise. He does so, but then sealed his fate by demanding I let him go, referring to me as “this kung fu chink”.

You can imagine how it ended for him. I had his face slammed into the carpet and pinned, grinding it with a barely leashed alpha fury. I easily dragged him down to a car where one of my friends, who has served me before, drove me home. I had him, a man twice my size ripped with my muscle, meekly kneeling on the back-seat while I had a hand fisted in his hair the whole time.

I told him to cancel all his plans. I took his phone and slapped and punched his face around for good measure. As we got closer to my place, I told the fag that I was going to teach it good manners and behaviours, and I was going to beat it into him. “You’re about to learn your place as dirt barely worthy to touch my feet.”

He learnt swiftly that despite the size difference, I outpowered him. I choked and punched him til he almost lost breath. I kicked him as he weakly rolled underneath me. I pressed his head down into the floor with my foot as I tore his expensive clothes off. I punched him more. I took pleasure in inflicting hard, brutal, alpha violence on his hard, muscled body.

The thrill of manhandling and subdueing a strong built man into a overpowered muscle fag never gets old. Nothing gets my blood pumping and my cock harder than physically dominating a larger hunk. Nothing says owned and conquered like the now naked fag weakly crawling on the ground towards my feet, beaten and red, and I’m standing over him, dressed to impress, my muscles pumped from overpowering him. 

I let my in-house slut watch as both entertainment and reward. He knelt nearby, captivated by my every move, and I knew he was hungry and waiting to serve and obey my next command for him. But I was far from done with the pathetic mutt. 

I planted my boots against his face and made him kiss and lick them. I freed my giant straining cock from my pants, and let it bounce out and loom over the mutt like a battering ram. I could barely see the pathetic fag worshipping my boots under my massively pumped and thick cock. 

My pre pooled on the back of his head, but when he tried to look up, I stamped on his head, pinning it to the ground. He obediently went back to worshiping my boots. When I finally gave him permission to look up…well. Fag, you of all people will no doubt have understood the absolute look of awe, fear, terror and wonder washed over his face upon seeing my monster cock looming over him.

I let my cock sway over the fag’s face for some time, before commanding him to tell me what he sees. “It’s so fucking big. You have such glorious balls and dick,” the fag began babbled, and I could hear him instinctively sniff in my scent. I could see his eyes transfixed on the slight flexing of my cock above him.

I gripped him again by his hair and slapped my cock across his face, letting him feel its immense weight and heat. I told him that my god cock will break him. I will use him. I will own him. “But you’re worthless right now, FAG. You need to earn the right to beg to serve me and my cock.” 

I kicked him away, and he still was spellbound to my cock swinging out of my pants as he collapsed. I beckoned to my in-house slut and told him to make me comfortable. Being the good trained slut bitch he was, he began to undress and worship me at the same time. 

The fag stayed on the ground and watched as my slut slowly pulled my boots and pants off, kissed my feet and snuggled against my legs. He continually thanked me as he made love to my pumped and strong muscles as he got my shirt off and kissed my pecs. Not once did he touch my cock or balls. He knew he didn’t get permission, so he worshipped everything else he could, including my pits. He put on a good show for the mutt.

Now naked, I made the mutt crawl towards me and sniff and lick my bare feet. Gripped him by the hair and made him look and smell at my cock. The fag made a mistake of trying to lick my cock from the overwhelming musk coming from it. I threw him down and punished his face and body, and told him to do it again. One more mistake and I would throw him out.

I held him under my cock for a long time until his face was smeared and dripping in my pre, and his eyes were completely dilated and dazed. I let go of him and the mutt collapsed to the ground, breathless and barely conscious. So fucking pathetic. 

I pulled him back up and crushed his face under my huge cock. Made him stroke my cock with both of his hands. Made him cup and grope my balls. Made him sniff the overpowering scent of my manhood. Had him slowly go to kissing, and then made him hold his tongue out as I dragged my cock up and down, letting him taste my full length.

Finally I stuck my cockhead in his mouth. Told him to open wider, and bent his head back as I let the immense weight of my giant cock push its way in the fag’s mouth. I watched as his lips got taut, and his eyes began to tear up, and his jaws to widen even more. The faggot mutt could barely take in just my cockhead. Yet like all fags when they taste an alpha’s cock, he was instinctively adjusting to take more. His tongue was working, his throat was clenching, and I kept pushing. 

By the end of the first couple hours, he had taken an additional couple inches of my cock and I felt my cockhead press against the back of his throat. More than half my cock was still outside his mouth. I made him stroke the remaining of my cock. Told him to taste. Told him to swallow my pre. I would pull out and slap his face around with both my hand and cock while he gasped for air before I pushed my cock back into his mouth. Force him until he was almost breathless before repeating it all again.

I hadn’t cum at all. You can imagine how throbbingly angry my cock was. My in-house slut had waited all this time, obedient and ready. I told the mutt to lower his head, all the way until his head touched the ground, and made him stay that way while I picked up my slut, slipped out his butt-plug and I pumped my cock into his ready muscled cunt. I made sure to fuck him loud and hard, so the mutt could hear every thrust and every slap. My slut cried and moaned and thanked me as I fucked him all over the room while the mutt remained kneeling and head to the ground. My slut had five assgasms in the one and a half hours I power-fucked him for.

I made the mutt look up as I got closer to breeding my slut. The fag watched as I suspended my slut above him and slammed him up and down my massive cock. I told him to watch what he craved, but needed to earn. I bred my slut so deep and so full that he was overfilling; I felt my cum spurting out his tight abused cunt ring around my cock and freely running down my thighs. 

I pulled out my cock and the mutt moaned so loudly at the sight. I didn’t care, I flipped my slut so I could slide my cock in and out of his open mouth to clean it off cum and pre. Put him down and advanced on the mutt still kneeling. “Look at my cock,” I told the mutt. “You don’t deserve to clean it. You don’t deserve to receive my seed.” I walked and shoved my cockhead into the mutt’s head, making him choke. “You only deserve to taste it.”

This repeated throughout that night and the next day. I would command the mutt constantly. I would wrestle him, pin him, beat his body, then make him worship my pumped muscles. I left for a workout and commanded my in-house slut to wash the mutt. I came home to a clean and kneeling fag, and I shoved his face into my sweaty crotch to lick and sniff. I would tell him to glove up and fight in my home-gym ring, and when he inevitably lost to my overwhelming strength, I would use his body as a living heavy bag and between rounds, drill his mouth wide open.

I gave my in-house slut permission to use the mutt as well. My slut is a pre-alpha in training, so on occasion, I allow him to use what he’s learnt from me. While I pounded another fag in my room, I could hear him instructing the mutt on how to suck his cock. He would report back while worshiping my body and cock about the mutt’s progress. My slut has gotten very good at using his own dominance against inferior fags, using many of my techniques that I have used on him.

On Sunday morning, I painted the mutt’s face with pre, streaking his hair and cheeks in it, and made it tell me if it remembers what it did wrong on Friday. He began crying and pleading, saying he was so sorry for his rudeness, that knew his place now. “Please let me be your fag,” he begged hoarsely. His throat must have been so sore and rough, but he still begged. I pushed my cock against his lips, asked him to show me how much he wanted to be owned. He worshiped my cock and balls like his last meal.

As a final reward, I gripped his head and skull-fucked him for the first time. Letting him feel the same power in my thrusting cock as my punches. All the time, I told him that he will always be nothing but a fag to serve my needs. That he would serve me, but be broken and used how I wanted him to. He could still barely take half my cock in his mouth and throat. He gagged and flailed and cried and drooled, but he had never looked better.

I pulled out and just looked down at him as he heaved and panted. His built body red from days of hard punishment, his lips swollen and some splits, his eyes puffed, his chin soaked in spit and pre and his eyes disfocused. His face was utterly ruined. I turned away and told my slut to take him home, but told the faggot mutt that I would train his cunt the next time.

The dirty-talk was ongoing, fag. Very early on, I told the mutt, “Your only response from now is ‘Yes, Sir’.” He obeyed.
While he worshipped my feet and cock, I gave a lot of one-word commands. They are powerful.
“Crawl.” “Yes, Sir.” He crawled towards me, his eyes still locked onto me. I raised a foot and pressed it into his face. 
“Sniff.” “Yes, Sir.” He took deep inhales, taking in the strong scent of my feet. 
“Lick.” “Yes, Sir.” He slurped and licked over the base and even began to suck on my toes. I then shoved my foot on the back of his head and pinned his face to the ground. 
“Thank me.” “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” was his muffled groaning reply.
When it came to my cock laying on top of his face. “Sniff”. “Kiss.” “Look.” “Keep your tongue out.” Such simple commands yet so powerful when I say it.
When I started to put my cock in his mouth. “Open.” “Wider.” “Taste.” 
I can’t remember all that I said or commanded, but that is just a taster.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve had to punish-train a mutt like this, faggot Sam. It’s a thrill, a reminder that I rule over other men, especially ones so cocky and entitled. That a huge muscled man twice my size and weight is but another demolished ragdoll in front of my superior strength and dominance.

Can you even believe this faggot called Master Jase a “kung-fu chink” to his face?? When I read that, I felt my blood pressure rise. I’m surprised Master Jase didn’t just end the fag’s life right then!

I think it goes without saying that this faggot deserved every bit of the punishment it received.

I’m on record as advocating that Alphas should not physically punish a fag when it misbehaves (because many faggots get off on the abuse). Of course, I would never presume to tell Master Jase how he should train his faggots. He definitely knows what he’s doing!

The extended weekend torture sequence Master Jase described above might not have been as effective without the call/response part when Master Jase was retraining its mind with his boot on its face. I can’t emphasize this enough. Alpha Masters must get inside the MINDS of their faggots through effective training, not violence. A faggot can handle a lot of physical abuse, but it’s the possible loss of access and privileges that really drive it.

But Master Jase is an exceptional Owner of faggots, so he knew exactly how to break this faggot of its disrespect.

Once more I implore my faggot brothers to humble yourselves and treat every aspect of your Master’s life – including his Pack – with the utmost respect and care!

Thank you, Master Jase!

Yours,

sam the faggot

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

I have a hard time handling the story of Ben the faggot and Master Grayson, the Destroyer Alpha Ben is serving. Part of me wants to encourage Ben to run from this Alpha who is constantly scheming and manipulating Ben’s life in mostly destructive ways.

But it seems pretty clear that Ben is somehow caught up like the proverbial fly in a spider’s web, except in this case the fly actually kind of likes being trapped.

The last time Ben wrote in with an update, Master Grayson seemed to change his tactics a little bit, focusing more on teaching rather than pure malevolence. Now Ben returns with an update that might indicate a method to Master Grayson’s madness.

It’s been a while since my last update and I have a lot to talk about. I mentioned last time that Grayson had downloaded a monitoring app on my phone and it had made it difficult to write these messages in secret since he can monitor my screen so I have resorted to writing these secretly at work. I wish I could upload photos to show you but I don’t know where to share them without giving out my information. His control has taken over further and I’m subjected to screen time limits and since I need my phone for work I have to finish “tasks” he gives for me to raise my screen time such as sucking him off, wedging myself, or putting on panties. Most of it so humiliating but I have to do it to use my phone but one of the different ones is going to the gym unlocks more time for me and I’ve seen myself actually tone up a bit. He’s even helped me actually become more focused at work and my craft with my restriction to different apps and everything is so strange like I’m somehow improving myself but I’m still subject to his humiliation and it’s driving me insane how productive but also degrading serving him has been.

You might also be wondering what happened to other alpha I was serving and to that degree Grayson has completely cut me off and they work in tandem now if I ever seek any other alpha besides Grayson I get punished. It’s really been demeaning and restricting to me, yet despite all of it sometimes I wake up on the floor of my apartment to serve Grayson and it feels right? Two things stood out to me that made me realize my predicament. The first was when I was serving Grayson and his friends at his house and one of them asked me “how are you so obedient” and without even thinking the words “because I’m here to please him” left my mouth without thinking like it was natural. While the second was I started dreaming, yes dreaming, about being chastity and just sucking his cock when previously I swore to myself chastity was something I wouldn’t do.

I thought my first interactions were conflicting but now I’m even more conflicted and don’t necessarily know how to approach such a convo with him and also really submit myself further. But one thing stands true which is his cock is genuinely unmatched. I’ve tried having up sex other people, fucking or giving head secretly but none of them really makes me act up the way he does. To reference your term you said about him being a “destroyer alpha” sometimes it feels like he is but others it feels like he’s also helping me become better just a very weird experience.

I’m starting to see some of the evil genius of Master Grayson’s methodology in training his faggots. Some of his harsher early steps in training Ben have focused into very specific, goal-oriented plans designed to improve Ben’s overall life.

You see, I think Master Grayson saw the excellent potential Ben had as a faggot, that he was naturally talented and service-oriented. However, Ben had tendencies that needed to be targeted and tweaked.

And as Ben says here, there are definite improvements because of it.

Sometimes a Master becomes something akin to a personal trainer, pushing his faggot so that it achieves maximum potential. My Master Aaron did that for me back in the day, encouraging me to work out like he did so I could reshape my body into one more enjoyable for him. Some Masters like to have that level of control.

Master Grayson’s methods are extreme, but it’s producing beautiful fruit!

Whereas I initially labeled Master Grayson a Destroyer Alpha, he might be more properly a Protector Alpha with a harsh training program. He understands that muscles must be destroyed before rebuilding into even stronger versions of themselves.

Ben is stronger than he was. And a better faggot, too! All because of Master Grayson’s tough love!

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a 22-year-old Italian Alpha named Master Paolo who owns a muscle faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Over the years I’ve had something of an adversarial relationship with “subs” who call themselves “power bottoms”. These are males who enjoy taking cock (or, more appropriately, enjoy using cock) to get themselves off. These power bottoms are usually in great shape, which gives them a false sense of authority or standing with Alphas. As if they are equal to Alphas. These ones act like their pussies shit gold and unicorn rainbows and taste like cotton candy.

But let’s replace the phrase “power bottom” with the oxymoron “dominant sub” to reveal just how idiotic and confused these ones are.

All I know is Alphas aren’t interested in selfish power bottoms that are unwilling to eventually submit and serve their purpose. And when an Alpha encounters a power bottom, he almost always uses his power to subjugate the power bottom and make it serve him, at least in the moment.

Master Paolo recently had an encounter with a power bottom that only confirms what I’ve encountered in the past about these selfish and obnoxious Hierarchical aberrations.

What’s up, Sam? This is Alpha Paolo from Italy again. I’ve been breeding my fag boyfriend so much that my cock is literally sore, and have been too busy to update you. But today I took a day off to relax while he visits his family, and I wanna say that you’re a lovely faggot and a good boy, your work here impresses me, and I wanna share my admiration. You know Sam, I think Alphas like me should be powerful but also kind with great fags like you.

Well, but I’m not here just to compliment my good fag. I wanna ask you about the difference between faggots and mere bottoms. Have you ever thought about this difference?

Let me explain: my boyfriend is a true faggot, he kisses my feet, takes my cock, and he knows my word is the law. So if he wants me to fuck him missionary, but I wanna see his ass up and fuck him doggy style, he never tries to make his desire overcome mine. That works for everything in our daily life as well, I decided the movies we watch, the food we eat, etc. We have a great relationship and he knows that I fuck other guys, and he is completely okay about that. We truly love each other, while we respect our places in hierarchy.

However, I often come across guys who seem to be a faggot, but behave very differently. A few days ago, while my bf was at work, I had a day off and found a guy on Grindr. You know that I’m not into femboys or twinks, so he was really strong and muscled. He arrived at my place and he was really hot, huge legs and round ass. But he was not what I expected at all. He was what some people would call a power bottom. He sucked my cock very well, and rode me with his strong legs gripping my body tightly, but he didn’t want to follow any of my orders. I ended up making him submit by pressing his neck against my pillow and banging his hole, but I felt like wrestling the guy. In a certain way, it is good to fuck really strong guys because I would never do that with a tiny skinny twink, but I wonder if I’ll ever find other fags like my boyfriend. You know what I mean? This guy was a great bottom but he was there to use my dick and feel pleasure. My boyfriend doesn’t even allow himself to think about pleasure. It’s about me, his Master and King.

So what do you think Sam? Will I need to start fucking femboys because they’re more likely to behave like faggots? Or I just need to search a little more and eventually I will find a real fag with the body type I like? I don’t know if there is anything wrong about me, but what I know for sure is that power bottoms are a huge turn off!!

Can you hear the frustration in the words of Master Paolo? Even though he eventually used his physical strength to overpower the bitch and breed it, the encounter wasn’t as satisfying as it should’ve been because of the power bottom’s terrible, selfish attitude.

I’m here to say that there is nothing at all wrong with Master Paolo demanding what he wants. He’s ALPHA. He shouldn’t need to ask for proper service or force someone to show him proper respect. He’s a King, and he deserves to be treated as such.

And he’s not alone. Almost all Alphas hate power bottoms as Master Paolo does, because these power bottoms disobey Hierarchical norms we all recognize. This bad attitude is the sexual equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, irritating and unpleasant.

Master Paolo asks if he will ever find true faggots with the body type he likes. I have no doubt they exist. Every body type has plenty of faggots from which to choose. Additionally, powerful Alphas like Master Paolo can often find their ideal body type and force them to become a faggot-like servant. There’s literally no limit to what an Alpha can choose to have and use!

I’m just glad that a real Alpha like Master Paolo can appreciate the difference between the selfless submissive service of a faggot and the selfish, self-glorifying actions of a power bottom! I’m also glad Master Paolo grabbed it and forced it to take his powerful rut rather than letting the power bottom continue its selfishness!

Ultimately, Alphas are the ones who police and readjust issues within hierarchy. I can bitch and moan about power bottoms, but that is meaningless. However, the firm, unyielding hand of an Alpha and his forceful rutting has the power to define the truth of hierarchy to these errant ones!

Thank you, Master Paolo, for your awesome example!

Yours,

sam the faggot

That hard slap prepares the faggot for the tenderizing to come.

I imagine this would be useful in places like Alpha camping trips where there’s no convenient bathroom facilities.

Regardless, this is great training for Owners to employ with their faggots.

Hello there,

I have an alpha that I’ve had for awhile, we don’t live together but I come by his place often. I do chores for him, and of course I service him. Though he is a caring dom, he is becoming very strict, which I have no problem with. If I am not up to his standards, he will punish me- sometimes with spankings, sometimes he will intentionally make a mess for me to clean up. It is more frequent when he is in a bad mood.

The weird part is that I always enjoy when he is like this. I really enjoy being humiliated, and I like the discipline. It makes me a better faggot for him- I don’t want to slack off. It’s never abusive or physically harmful, he is just in charge and I feel like he has the right to. Is it common for fags to enjoy this? And why do fags enjoy this? I think his raw, angry, masculine energy being taken out on me (and my holes) just brings me a level of satisfaction that is hard to describe. Not sure if this is controversial or that if some fags do not enjoy this.

Thank you for the question, brother!

Congratulations on finding a Master who seems to be hitting all of the right buttons with you! You don’t sound unhappy at all about his more aggressive moments, but more curious as to why it is pleasurable to you. (Hopefully I’m reading that right!)

Let me preface my answer this way: while faggots are a natural part of our world, we are undoubtedly broken creatures. We know our imperfections and inferiority well. We feel it deep within ourselves, this worthlessness and shame. 

We are often overlooked hierarchically by Men unless we have something to offer them, reinforcing those feelings of being nothing.

When Alphas treat us in abusive or demeaning ways, we recognize their abuse as “what we deserve”, but it’s even deeper than that. When Alphas abuse us verbally or physically, we feel finally “seen” by them. We have a purpose, and having purpose is deeply satisfying to anyone.

Some of this is closely related to Stockholm Syndrome, but I do think there are compelling variations from that classic explanation of abuse attraction. Faggots are poorly understood by modern psychiatry (if they’re acknowledged at all), so there’s very little specific knowledge to reference. 

But having been a faggot my entire life, I feel my explanation above is as close to correct as I’ve ever seen. If anyone else has something to add, please do so in the comments.

Thank you for such an important question, brother!

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The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since I last heard from Tyler, the faggot of a great Protector Alpha named Steve. If you’ve been keeping track of Tyler’s story, you’ll remember that he fell prey to a cruel Destroyer Alpha named Adam behind Master Steve’s back, and Master Adam threatened to really destroy Tyler’s life if he didn’t give up everything and serve him exclusively.

In my last post (6/23/25) I advised Tyler to get away from Master Adam and throw himself on the mercy of Master Steve for protection and guidance. Obviously, Tyler didn’t exactly run to confess these things to Master Steve right away given that weeks have passed since then (ugh), but whatever.

Then tonight I received an update with the title “Doubts” and a panicked Tyler relating what happened when he finally came clean to his Master. He wrote this:

Hi brother,
This is Tyler again, from Amsterdam. I need your help again, Sam. I’ve been through a lot with Steven and Adam. Following your advise, I did what was right and opened my heart to Steven. I apologized for my lies and begged for his mercy. I told him that I needed him to take care of me because I will not be able to leave Adam by myself. Without a man like him to hold me, I know that I will end up in Adam’s bedroom again, and he’ll be laughing while I am in pain.

Steven was not happy at all when I told him that I’ve been serving another man and lying to him. But he hugged me and said that there was no reason to cry. His reaction was very unexpected for me because I thought he would have a long and thoughtful conversation as he always does, but instead he grabbed my ass with his big hand and whispered in my ear “so how many dicks do you need to be satisfied?”

I felt so embarrassed and so ashamed. I could feel in his voice how disappointed and upset he was. I cried more, putting my face on his chest and said that I was sorry. He cleaned the tears in my face and kissed my lips and said “that’s okay, baby” but his hand was still holding my ass really firmly. After kissing me a little more and calming me down, he said “I want you” and put my hand on his hard dick. I didn’t think twice and got down on my knees, trying to show how sorry I was.

It was a weird feeling because I was holding my tears with his hard cock in my mouth. He was nothing like Adam’s violence and aggression, but he wasn’t so gentle either. I could feel he was disappointed and wanted to punish me, because I tried to hold his dick twice and keep sucking the tip of his cock and he took my hands off from his cock and face fucked me balls deep, covering his cock and my mouth with my spit.

He did the same thing with my ass. He took all my clothes off, put my ass up, and entered my hole roughly. I knew I was wrong, so I was willing to take whatever he wanted me to take. And Sam, at that point I saw how offended he was with my lies because he usually fucks kissing my neck and asking if I could take it or not. But this time he held my neck and was basically yelling at me “damn it, you’re my boy!! MY BOY!!” And he banged my ass harder and harder, repeating “my boy” loudly, he spanked my ass with his cock inside my hole, which he had never done before. And he didn’t change the position either. He usually likes to start with me in doggy style, but I usually ride him and he finished in missionary style. But this time he held my hair with his right hand, choked me with his left hand, and fucked me only doggy with my ass up. During the whole fuck, he never stopped repeating “you’re my boy” loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

I know that my God Alpha Steven would never hurt me or abuse me like Adam does. Adam loves to see my pain just for his pleasure and entertainment. Steven is very different, he got rough because he was genuinely disappointed with me. He invested so much time, energy, and love in me while I was getting fucked by Adam like a worthless slut, a whore unable to show loyalty.

And I admit that I was enjoying his rough fuck. He unleashed the beast on me to punish me for my behavior but at all times he was using me in a respectful way, his dick was banging me brutally but he didn’t want to hurt me just for the sake of my pain. He was teaching me a lesson and I am grateful for that. After many thrusts, he said once again that I was his boy and said “now you’re gonna take my load, only I can cum in his pussy”. He came so deep, I could feel his big balls touching mine and he pulled my shoulders going as deep as possible to make sure him seed would be inside my guts. It was warm and thick, I could feel his cum touching my internal organs.

When he finished, I thought he would leave me there on the couch, with his cum leaking from my pussy. But he held in his arms without saying a word, his left arm holding my head and his right arm holding my legs. He walked to the bathroom with me in his arms and I could feel drops of his big load coming from my hole and leaking on the floor. I tried to keep my hole closed so I wouldn’t lose his seed, but my hole was gaping, I had no control over it anymore.

In the bathroom, he turned the shower on put me under the water and washed me with his own hands. We were both very sweaty, he put soap on his hands, and rubbed my whole body… chest, stomach, armpits, neck, arms, legs, and when he put his hands on my ass, he opened my ass with his firm hands and touched my gaping hole. It was very sore, but he touched my pussy very gently, cleaning my hole and making sure I was okay. He kissed me while his finger was playing with my hole cleaning inside of it. Then he finally said something and asked me “do you wanna be mine or not?” I said “yes Sir, I’m so sorry for being a stupid fag” He kissed my forehead and just answered “so from now on no other man touches this hole”

He took a towel and dried me out with his owns hands too. He rubbed the towel on my face, chest, arms, and legs. He took a clean underwear and gave it to me. He said “go to my bedroom and wait for me”. Then, after bathing me, he took his shower and came back to the room naked, with his dick rock hard again. He said “no worries, I know your ass can’t take it again.” I told him that I could suck him and swallow his load but instead, for some reason, he put me on my knees and didn’t allow me to suck. He jerked off in front of me and told me to put my tongue out. Then he shot his load all on my face, and with his fingers he put his cum on my tongue, and I swallowed every drop.

He laid down in bed, and put me on his chest. He asked “did I hurt you?” I said “no Sir” then he asked again “have I ever hurt you?” And I said again “no sir”. Then he finally asked “so why did you go around looking for another dick? Why did you lie to me and submitted to a man who wants to see you in pain?” I remained silent, feeling really ashamed. But my God Master said “you don’t need to answer me baby boy, I just want you to think about what you did. Do you wanna go home or sleep here in my arms?”

I told him that I wanted to sleep with him and apologized again. He kissed me again and said that, if I wanted to be his boy, I needed to change my behavior. I told him that I was willing to do whatever he wanted me to do, and asked what his conditions were. He was straightforward and didn’t think twice and said his non-negotiable conditions:

1) I must stop talking to Adam immediately and don’t allow any other man touch me;
2) I must see a therapist to understand my feelings better and try to resolve my urge to look for Destroyer Alphas whenever I get drunk or feel fragile;
3) I have 1 week to move in and live with him in his house, sleeping in his arms every night;
4) He has never had a threesome and really wants to try it. So his last condition is bringing another faggot willing to give him a double blowjob by my side and then putting his ass up for him to fuck two pussies at the same time.

Everything happened last night… now it’s 5 a.m., Steven is asleep after I emptied his balls for the third time. I came to the living room feeling lost and decided to write to you, Sam. I’ll try to get some sleep, but my head is full of thoughts and doubts. I’ll check the page tomorrow morning, hoping to see your thoughts, brother. I really admire you and your words always help me.

What do you think about Steven’s conditions? I feel safe with him but I wonder if I should stay alone to heal from Adam’s abuse. My best friend thinks I need to learn how to be happy without a man, but she is a woman, she doesn’t understand…

I love you, Sam
Thank you for being so good to me

Okay, now help me out here … how could any reasonable person have any “DOUBTS” about Master Steve at all?? He sounds like the most even-tempered and fair Master on the planet! Sure, he fucked Tyler rough as a form of “punishment” for his bad behavior (I’ve certainly heard of A LOT worse than that) … but I thought Master Steve handled Tyler’s betrayal incredibly well. Lots of other Alphas would’ve thrown Tyler out on his slutty ass!

Ugh … I’m not trying to be mean, but Tyler … you must get it through your thick head that you are owned by and serving one of the premiere Masters alive today. And for whatever reason you’re hell-bent on fucking it all up. Maybe you’re a Destroyer faggot. Some people simply cannot be happy without a metric shit-ton of drama and disturbance, apparently.

My advice to you is simple: stop waffling and second-guessing this situation. You are not going to find a greater Alpha to serve than Master Steve.

Otherwise, I promise you this: Master Steve will stop looking for another faggot to join in a threesome and will instead replace you with it. Then you can go back to Master Adam (or another like him) and get ruined. It’s your choice.

But listening to this is like listening to a spoiled rich kid complain that he’s not sure about the new Rolls Royce convertible his parent’s bought him. Master Steve is that Rolls Royce, and he’s offering you a secure and safe place in his arms and in his bed. If you can’t understand how stupid you sound whining about him even now (after he fucking BATHED YOU PERSONALLY), then you’re beyond help.

Hopefully this will get you to finally snap out of it.

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following the discoveries of a muscular straight Colombian Alpha named Juan as he owns and uses faggots as part of stable of worshipers. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The relationship between an Alpha and his faggot is one of the more dynamic and potentially-volatile partnerships in human history primarily because it involves to males. Sure, a faggot is not a Man, but it is still a male, and as such is prone to testosterone-fueled outbursts or power grabs. Often, a faggot will test its Master’s limits to see what it can get away with, as we saw several times with Chin and his Master, Jin.

When an Alpha doesn’t quickly squash such wayward behavior, the faggot gets emboldened and loses respect for the Alpha, leading to service failure.

That’s what I saw a few weeks ago when Master Juan told me about how his faggot was demanding that he fart in its face. It was even trying to dictate what Master Juan could eat so that his farts would be appropriately nasty for the faggot’s liking. And boy oh boy, I didn’t like that AT ALL. You can read that post by CLICKING HERE.

I had a feeling Master Juan was going to take my advice (which he didn’t initially ask for) and fix the situation. What he did was absolutely perfect:

Hola Sam, this is Juan again, from Madrid.

You answer me last week calling my attention for how wrong my attitude was regarding my fag addicted to my farts. Sometimes I’m afraid of being too harsh with him because I’m much stronger, but your advice was really important to rethink my attitude.

I wanna tell you that a few days ago he arrived home from work and his first question to me was “did you eat what tell you to eat?” in a bossy way. He was demanding me to eat only what would make me fart more on his face. I hated his tone and his bitchy attitude, so that was the last straw. I held him by his arm, and said “who do you think you are?” I said that he had no right to decide what I should eat and no right to demand me to fart on his face. Then I said “now on your knees” and fucked his throat. I gave him a few minutes to get the lube and prepare his hole, but I was angry with his attitude and not gentle at all. When he came back from the bathroom, I put him ass-up on the couch and spanked him much harder than I usually do.

I started fucking him and repeated several times “this is my house and you’re here to get fucked.” When he tried to answer, I covered his mouth because I was already too annoyed to hear his fag voice. So I banged him deep, hate fucking his pussy, and shot my load deep inside his ass.

When I finished, I just said “do you realize how many white fags like would do anything to serve my big black cock?”

After that, he went to the kitchen to prepare my dinner, and after we ate I gave him some love because the boy was scared with my anger. I kissed him, we cuddled, and I told him that from now on my farts on his face would be a reward for when he made me proud, but he is not supposed to decide when or how I’ll do it.

Now the fag is at my feet as he should thanks to your thoughtful reply, Sam. If he annoys me again, I’ll get rid of him and find another one.

HELL YEAH!!

This is how it’s done!! When an Alpha is present, his needs are the ONLY consideration! An Alpha can be kind and generous when it suits him or the situation calls for it, but there’s no way a faggot tells an Alpha what to do! This was a powerful reinforcement of that natural order!

Notice too how Master Juan’s perspective suddenly shifted. Before he was troubled by what to do with the demands of this faggot, and now he appreciates that he can just toss the faggot in the trash and find a more suitable one if this fag doesn’t get in line! THAT’S EXACTLY RIGHT!

Black Alphas have the dicks and the strength to always dominate faggots. That birthright is a proud one, and something all black Kings like Master Juan should cherish and respect and defend!

I’m so proud of Master Juan for taking such a stand and disciplining this faggot with a firm hand! Hopefully it has learned its lesson!

Thank you, Master Juan!

The following post is part of a thread following the discoveries of a muscular straight Colombian Alpha named Juan as he owns and uses faggots as part of stable of worshipers. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

While I’ve certainly had my share of Alphas farting in my face (anyone who is an even marginally prolific cocksucker experiences this), I can’t say that farts ever interested me as a kink. I suppose there is a certain amount of degradation involved, and degradation of any kind will interest at least some subset of faggot. It was just never my thing.

But let’s say it WAS my thing. I can tell you with certainty that I would NEVER ask any Alpha or Master to fart in my face, nor would it become a prerequisite for me to serve them! Why? Because I’m a FAGGOT, and I EXIST TO SERVE. An Alpha doesn’t exist to serve my fetishes or do tricks to make me happy. That would be the wrong mindset with which to approach an Alpha you’re serving.

I preface this post with that declaration because of the following experience Master Juan of Colombia/Madrid told me. It frustrated me a great deal, so I wanted to lay out my perspective before going into his story. See if you can identify what’s bothering me.

Hi Sam, this is Alpha Juan from Colombia again. I talked to you last week about my sub boy, who loves to rim my ass when I am extra sweaty. I’m sending you another message because he is now into my farts. I know it sounds bizarre and disgusting, but my fag has been begging me to drink protein shakes and eat beans with steak, so I will be gassy, then he begs me to sit on his face and fart in his mouth while he rims me.

I just wanted an easy hole and an easy mouth to dump my loads and now I have this fag who gets much hornier with me farting on his face than with my hard cock. Of course he never refuses to give me head, but he never asks for my dick, yet he begs for my farts every time he comes to my apartment.

I don’t know, that’s too weird for me, I’m thinking about breaking up with him and find another sub femboy. But at the same time, he’s a good boy and maybe I could be more open-minded. Any thought about that? Is he the only one in the world with this desire or this is common among fags?

To answer Master Juan’s initial question, yes, there are a lot of fart fags out there. They pay Alphas in findom ridiculous amounts of money to have the Alpha sit on their faces and fart on them. It’s not a universal faggot fetish (like feet are), but there are certainly a lot of them.

But here’s my take: who gives a fuck what this faggot likes? It’s a FAGGOT. It has NO RIGHT to whine to Master Juan about it, or beg him repeatedly to eat differently so that Master Juan can satisfy its disgusting fetish. WTF? Master Juan is an ALPHA, not some “Baby Farts A-Lot” doll that entertains a faggot.

Even more distressing, Master Juan is surrendering his dominance to please the needs and requests of this ignorant and disrespectful faggot! Master Juan is clearly uncomfortable with this stuff, but he’s doing it anyway so his faggot will be happy and stop begging! HUH??? Instead, tell the faggot “NO!” firmly and then rape its throat until its face is covered in tears and throat slime.

A faggot is not an equal partner when serving an Alpha, people. Fags don’t have rights or a soapbox or an influential card to play. They serve, or they get the fuck out.

And I think it’s time this faggot gets the fuck out.

Before that happens, Master Juan could make it kneel and give the fag an ultimatum. If the faggot doesn’t comply, then it’s gone. Master Juan could replace that faggot with five more (and better) faggots within a week.

Alphas, DO NOT let your faggots run the dynamic or dictate to you how things should go so that the faggot will be happy. Once you give away that power and control, it’s hard to recover it. In the meantime, you’re spoiling a faggot by teaching it that it can whine its way into getting what it wants.

Hierarchy doesn’t work like that, and Alpha dominance keeps it that way!

The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

If you remember the first post about my brother Tyler, a faggot who wrote into my Questions From Readers Inbox about a huge choice he was trying to make. You see, Tyler had fallen under the sway of a Destroyer Alpha named Adam who was very violent and hateful (also psychopathic and stalker-like). Then Tyler met a true Protector Alpha named Steve, a dominant Alpha who also showed Tyler care and affection.

The choice was clear in my mind, and honestly I didn’t mince words when advising Tyler. I wanted Tyler to devote his service to Master Steve and try to get his help and protection in order to escape the clutches of Master Adam.

Sadly, Tyler had a hard time letting go of Master Adam. Faggots have some mechanical flaw that makes us return like crack junkies to abusive Alphas. I’m including myself here, as I have often mentioned my yearning for the Alpha who raped me with a knife at my throat. Faggots are like the embodiment of Stockholm Syndrome.

So Tyler to Master Adam like a pig to slaughter, and this was the result:

Hi Sam, this is Tyler from Amsterdam. I sent you a message in late April about two Alphas I was serving: Adam and Steve.

I always read your website and respect your work a lot. I saw that you created a thread for my story and I really appreciate that. I decided to continue sharing my story with you after reading Fag Ben’s account. The issue of Destroyer Alphas is a serious one and my dilemma together with your experience might help other fags.

A lot has happened in these past 2 months since we talked… I’ve been serving Steve (the good Alpha) several times a week but, although I know I shouldn’t answer him, Adam still texts me from time to time, and I haven’t blocked him. Last week, Adam invited me to his place for the first time since he called me a disgusting bitch in April. I was reluctant but he is so hot that I decided to go and give him a second chance.

As soon as I arrived, he asked me where on my face I had had the cold sore. I thought that he would try to apologize, so I pointed to the corner of my mouth, close to my bottom lip and said “right here”. He said in a lovely way “oh, baby, let me see” and when I turned my face to him he gave me a huge slap on the part of my face that I had pointed to him. He is twice my size and his hand is easly the size of my whole face, he smacked his 5 fingers against my face and I almost collapsed. I got really dizzy, my face was burning, and I could feel some tears coming of from my right eye because of the impact. He was laughing and said “oh, I see, right here?”

I asked him why he had done that to me, but he just said it was a joke and told me to stop being a sissy. He sat down on the couch and snapped his fingers for me to suck his dick, with my face still burning. I held his dick, worshipped his balls, but didn’t keep eye contact because I was actually afraid of him. After taking that one slap right on my face, I realized that he could’ve broken my neck if he wanted to. So he said “Eyes up here” for me to look at him while sucking, I apologized and said that my face was still burning from the slap. He said that my whole body would be in pain soon if I didn’t make him cum while looking straight to his eyes.

I felt weak, vulnerable, fragile, and although I had Adam’s dick in my mouth banging my throat, I could only think about how protective and sweet Steve was. He knows how to put me in my place but never would hurt me, I never needed to fear him to respect the great man he is. But Adam loves the feeling of fear in the eyes of a faggot.

After noticing my pain and my fear, it didn’t take long for him to cum. I swallowed his big load and kept on my knees without knowing how to react. He sent me to the kitchen with no word of affection, no “good boy”. He just pointed to the kitchen and told me to do the dishes while he took a shower. I started crying while doing the dishes thinking about what had just happened.

A few minutes later he came from his shower completely naked, still a little wet and with a hard dick. He held me by my neck and said that he had taken pills for erection to make sure that he would be able to fuck me all night long even if his balls were empty. He put my pants down, started fingering me in the kitchen, and I didn’t react against him. He soon took me to his bedroom, put my ass up, and spanked me, punched my back, choked me, hit my face again. When my whole body was sore he put some lube on his dick and started fucking me rough and whispered in my ear “I love to see you in pain”

I felt lonely and vulnerable, so I just closed my eyes while he banged me balls deep. He came inside of me but with the pills he has taken he dick would not go down. So he was just fucking more and more, enjoying my pain. He said that his cock was sore even with the lube he had put in my hole but, in his words, he wanted to see how much pain his cock could cause in a weak faggot like me.

He didn’t allow me to sleep and spent the whole night fucking me. When he couldn’t stand the discomfort in his own dick, he took two huge dildos and kept fucking my hole just for the pleasure of seeing me in pain. I asked him to stop with the dildos and he just said I was lucky he wasn’t fisting me.

He sent me back home at 5 am in the morning. I arrived home, took a shower, and my hole was horribly sore, I could see the blood running through my leg while I washed the lube mixed with his cum. I felt horrible, Sam. Adam made me feel worthless, a piece of trash that he could harm as much as he wanted to.

Let’s stop here. This account truly made me so sad for Tyler. He dearly paid a tragic price for going back to a truly horrible Alpha! There is no excuse for an Alpha to be that sadistic, cruel, and treacherous to a trusting faggot.

But this is why I keep warning my fag brothers about these bloodthirsty Alpha sharks swimming below the surface of dark waters. They’re out there, and some of them want to do worse to faggots than simply make their pussies bleed from overfucking. You might be able to stick your hand into the open mouth of a crocodile once or twice and not have it bitten off, but eventually you’ll be missing a hand.

So fortunately Tyler had a great Protector Alpha in Master Steve available to run to, which is exactly what he did.

I called Steve, but didn’t want to tell him the truth. So I told him a friend had died and I was feeling lonely. It was Saturday morning, and he immediately invited me to his house, ordered lunch for us, and cancelled his plans just to take care of me. He made me laugh, we watched some movies, cooked dinner together. He usually starts kissing me and put me on my knees as soon as I arrive to his home. But this time he didn’t grab my ass, he didn’t punch or smack me, nor touched me without consent at any moment because he felt how fragile I am.

I am very much into make-up, so he put make-up tutorials for me to watch on YouTube and cuddled with me until I fell asleep in his arms. Around 3 am in the morning, I woke up and noticed that he was jerking off in his side of the bed but not touching me at all. I asked what was happening and he said that he woke up really horny but didn’t think I was emotionally ready to serve him. I felt so loved and respected when he said that. I just said “I belong to you and you should never need to jerk off to empty your balls”, I gave him a blowjob, making sure to be the best cocksucker he has ever had. I didn’t stop sucking until I felt his body shaking. He pumped a load down in throat and I swallowed every single drop. He brought me back to his arms, kissed my forehead, and said “this was amazing, you’re a perfect boy, I want you to be my sub boy”. I said thank you, and slept on his chest, feeling the taste of his cum.

Sam, I won’t ask you if I should give another chance to Adam because I know your opinion. But I do need your advice on how to behave with Steve. Do you think I should tell him all about Adam? Steve wants to own me and he was very clear that he’ll only take me as his sub boyfriend if I stop serving any other men. I’m afraid of his reaction if I tell him that I have been serving Adam for so long… and to be completely honest, I still feel the urge to serve Adam. I know it’s stupid considering who he is, but I can’t help it. Especially after a few drinks, I always think about Adam’s cock hurting me first. The danger and the pain turn me on. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Sam. I know I’m young and I have a lot to learn. I don’t wanna die in the hands of Adam but I can’t stop thinking about his overwhelming presence.

I love you, Sam. I really do. And I love the amount of effort you put in this beautiful site. Please, give me some word of comfort and advice if you can.

I want to start this way: Master Steve is an exceptional Protector Alpha of the highest order. He deserves the very best faggots, and he probably deserves to be worshiped by hundreds of them. I’m blown away by his dominant-yet-caring demeanor, a rarity in today’s world. He’s probably a true God Alpha.

This preface begs the question: has Tyler been a faggot worthy of an Alpha like Master Steve? Tyler ran back to a truly brutal Destroyer Alpha after Master Steve had shown Tyler kindness and set out his expectations for any faggot serving him. Then, after that Destroyer Alpha destroyed him, Tyler ran back for comforting from Master Steve. And to make sure Master Steve would take him back and comfort him, Tyler lied to Master Steve about his situation.

I’m not trying to be cruel here, and I know Tyler has asked for mercy from me. However, I do not like when faggots disrespect Alphas. Master Steve should not ever be treated like the dependable old standby for a faggot. Master Steve is the banquet, not the leftovers.

Master Adam should be absolutely eclipsed by the warm, blindingly-brilliant sunlight of Master Steve’s ownership, yet here’s Tyler still yearning for Master Adam! Again, I know we faggots yearn for brute force and abuse sometimes, but even being tempted to serve Master Adam when Master Steve is offering you a world of safe, loving service is incomprehensible.

Here’s what I think needs to happen ASAFP:

1. Tyler needs to cut off communication with Master Adam
2. Tyler needs to confess the truth to Master Steve.
3. Tyler needs to accept whatever conditions or decisions Master Steve stipulates

It may not be pretty, but this situation is already ugly. There’s a way out of this, but that road leads through Master Steve’s heart. He will need to open it up in forgiveness and allow Tyler to be restored to favor.

Will Master Steve do that after these betrayals? I have no idea, but I hope he does. Tyler is relatively inexperienced and young, and probably deserves a chance.

But let this be a lesson to all faggots out there currently playing games with great Masters! There is nothing sure about that old dependable crutch you’re selfishly mistreating. One of these days you’ll fall back on it and it won’t hold you up anymore.

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There’s really something happening among 15-30-year-old males that I find intriguing. There seems to be a widening interest and acceptance of straight Men and straight Alphas who own and use faggots. Hierarchy is becoming accepted and embraced more readily among that age group, Alphahood is more acknowledged, and the existence and purpose of faggots (including the use of the word) is becoming common.

Honestly, it’s actually quite exciting to see, and I love the fact that I’m playing a small part in that change. For me, the best part is seeing more straight Alphas taking ownership of faggots. When they own faggots, they become even more powerful than they ever could otherwise. As a faggot, I couldn’t want anything more than that.

Master Jason is the latest straight Alpha I’ve been blessed to know, and his journey into faggot ownership has been one of the most thrilling and detailed accounts I’ve ever covered. Lately, Master Jason has been taking ownership of a classmate named Mason, and in these updates we see clear evidence of a straight Alpha who deeply understands how to own and use faggots properly.

Master Jason sent me this latest update that features more of his training techniques:

Yo Sam, it’s been a hot minute since I last wrote so I just wanted to give you another update for ya. I’ve been hammered with work lately and just started summer so I didn’t have time to write. But I wanted to give you the big news that Mason has officially become my full fledged fag now!

It’s been a major change over the last two weeks but he has become more obedient than ever before and I am honestly proud of Mason for figuring out his direction. He confided in me during one of our sessions that he had a lot of trauma as a kid from his father that pressured him to become more masculine to compensate and stand for himself. I’ve kept the circumstances ambiguous given Mason’s own boundaries of what he felt comfortable letting you know, but I think that’s why he was so hesitant overall in dropping his masculinity and submitting for another man. 

After hearing him out, I tried my best to comfort him yk but I realized what I needed to do to fully break him over the next week or so. The first thing I did was force him to solely wear tighty-whities and made him shave his entire body. I truly think this helped him reinforce he was losing his masculinity bc he’s a pretty hairy man and I think he was holding onto these strange notions of what he thought could be masculine like going to the gym. It’s been a while since I did them but I loved giving him wedgies to truly instill his humiliation but I made sure to check him after since he seemed to need some reassurance from people stronger than him from his trauma.

The second thing was to truly hammer in the fact that the slivers of masculinity he was holding onto were gone. I found out through my frat mate that Mason had two chicks on his roster that he fucked around with this year. I hit them up and they folded so easily and fucked both of them and got their permission to record everything. I ended up sending the video to Mason and both the chicks have ghosted him since and have been fiending in my messages since then. Since I sent him that video he’s only been allowed to jerk off to that video and he became more submissive and attentive to all my needs realizing he wasn’t special at all to me.

And finally to close things off, I let him watch that same chick give me head and told him you could never have this anymore. I saw his eyes were entranced by my cock and when she left I made him sniff my crotch through my underwear and he no longer hesitated and was like an animal. At that moment I told him you either start making out with my crotch and admit that this is the destiny you have as a fag or I’ll find another fag and you’ll just be a pathetic man with no chicks to fuck. In that decisive moment, he started kissing my crotch through my underwear and he’s been wrapped around my finger since then. 

He’s been a model fag now continuing to do all my chores, cooking food, and instead of traveling an hour away to his home for summer, he chose to stay with me instead to serve me over the summer and makes a 45 minute longer drive to his job. And I ain’t thought I would ever let a guy give me a handjob but I let Mason give me one during this long drive we had and man I was surprised at how good it felt, almost even better than a girl giving me head. With summer coming I have a lot more plans with Mason and I’ve been considering letting him give me head just because of how good the handjob he gave me was and how obedient he’s been. I’ll keep you updated but that’s my update for now.

It’s important to remember that Master Jason and Mason were friends before Mason finally offered himself in service. That explains why Master Jason feels such pride in seeing Mason truly embrace his purpose and find fulfillment in service. Master Jason does actually care about his former friend and wants the best for him.

It just so happens that the best thing for Mason is to be the fully-owned faggot of Master Jason!

I love the fact that Master Jason used trickery to discover Mason’s secret (and delusional) heterosexual relationships, and I loved even more that Master Jason turned the tables on Mason by fucking both females and recording it so that Mason could watch him do it. This incredible training/discipline accomplished two things simultaneously: (1) Mason is humiliated and effectively neutered, and (2) Mason was forced to see what a true Alpha looks like when he’s rutting a female and breeding her the way Men are supposed to. Trust me, Mason will never forget how incredibly sexy Master Jason looked when he was pounding those females! The added effect of that lust is the fact that Mason is now picturing himself as the one Master Jason is fucking!

And the tail end of Master Jason’s report suggests that could be a possibility. I was pleasantly surprised to hear about the handjob in the car, but what really thrilled me was Master Jason forcing Mason to watch a female suck his cock and then ordering Mason to worship his dick and balls afterward! This is POWERFUL and ADVANCED training both on his bulge but also his scent! Very hot!

Master Jason suggests that he might try Mason’s throat soon. I have already encouraged him to do so, of course. I just think Master Jason will feel like a truly powerful and unstoppable King after he feeds Mason his load and realizes every hole on earth belongs to his cock.

Like other young straight Alphas these days, Master Jason wants the world!

The following post is part of a thread following the worship of a powerful straight Alpha named Andre by his woman, Angela, and a faggot named Alberto who serves them both. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Andre is even more intriguing as a figure primarily because I haven’t heard from him at all so far. That means I’m forced to understand him and his power through the descriptions of his actions from Angela, his faithful woman. I’m not complaining, though. I don’t need to talk to a tornado to understand its power, because I can see what it does and what effects it leaves in its wake.

Same with Master Andre. His adoring woman and his grateful faggot are ruled over with an uncompromising vision and precise expectations of service.

Angela wrote to me last night to tell me about an issue that is pretty common with straight Alphas: Master Andre wants his faggots to be hairless. I’ve known this about straight Alphas practically from the start of my faggot career. I had trouble in adolescence because I hated growing hair on my legs and armpits, and that hatred of body hair bled into my adult life and as I began serving straight Alphas. So when getting regularly bred became a feature of my service, I always made sure to get waxed professionally (and bleached enough for my asshole to qualify as a Chinese laundromat) so I was always smooth. From the comments I received from straight Alphas, they appreciated a nice clean fag hole like mine.

However, not every faggot has the weird hang-ups I have, so they must be taught through discipline to carefully craft their bodies into suitable sacrifices on the altar of straight Alpha lust.

That’s exactly what happened with Master Andre’s faggot Alberto. Here’s Angela with the story:

Hi Sam,

This is Angela again, King Andre’s girlfriend. We have been very happy with our faggot Alberto. I love the feeling of having a sub male for me use as much as I want as well.

I need to tell you what happened this past weekend so you can help me decide how to behave. I also shave my whole body regardless of what Andre wants because I don’t like to see my legs or ass with hair. Alberto, our sexy fag, has always had a very smooth skin as well. With time, I think he got a little less concerned about that, although he still serves us perfectly well. So last Saturday we were ready for one more amazing fuck when Andre opened Alberto’s ass and found some hair. Nothing too crazy, but enough to let him really upset. He got very mad at the boy and, without letting him explain what had happened, sent Alberto to the living room and said that he didn’t want to see him for the next hours. He literally rage fucked me after that. Andre fucked me twice and shot two big loads, making Alberto hear from the other room my moans as his huge dick destroyed my pussy. After he came twice, I asked him why he had been so rude with our faggot and Andre said that in his house no women should have body hair and if he was not strict about that Alberto would soon look like a bear.

Our fag is definitely what one would call a twink and some body hair is normal because after all he is still a man, but apparently this is non-negotiable for our sexy King. I told him to take it easy because the fag really loves him, but the most I could do was having Andre accepting some chest hair, but legs and ass must be smooth at all times, otherwise he refuses to fuck the fag.

Some hours later, when Alberto was already sleeping by himself in the couch, Andre went to the living room, took the fag in his arms and brought to our room. When the fag woke up, he said that he didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but that he was very disappointed to see that Alberto wasn’t taking care of his body as he should. The boy apologized and asked if he could give Andre some head and that was enough for the tough King to melt and put his big dick out. I was the lucky girl this time because I received two big loads in my pussy, the third one was much smaller, but it was enough for Alberto to swallow it and go to bed in a better mood.

When I was home alone with Alberto on Monday, I told him that I could help him to shave and make sure that he would always be ready. I noticed that keeping an eye on the fag’s legs and eye will be much easier than convincing my man to fuck a hairy ass.

To be honest, if he ever gets upset because I am not “perfect” as he wants, I will refuse to obey and will deprive him of pussy until he stops being picky. But Alberto immediately apologized and promised to behave better. Maybe that’s why he loved fucking this fag so much…

I’d like to know your opinion on this. Should I challenge Andre’s picky requirements of fucking smooth ass or is this just a normal reaction for a straight man?

First of all, Master Andre shows a keen understanding of how to properly discipline a faggot. Deprivation is the key to faggot discipline, not beating. It probably crushed Alberto to listen to his Master fucking Angela for hours and breeding her multiple times while he was alone on the couch in another room. And the discipline worked perfectly, as Master Andre returned to find a contrite and humbled faggot eager to serve properly once more!

I honestly find Angela’s letter to be quite revealing for a reason she did not intend. Near the end of the letter she mentions how she would punish Master Andre if he started complaining about her by depriving him of pussy. Oddly enough, it’s exactly this kind of gamesmanship played by women that lead Alphas to use faggots in the first place. I think it’s a mistake for any woman to think that her pussy is some unique and magic unicorn that only exists between her legs and nowhere else. Every female has a two-inch gash between her legs and is a potential target for Alpha cock. Then add in all of the cute faggots running around that are more than eager to kneel and serve an Alpha.

Hell, Men invented silicone pussies that vibrate and massage and don’t stink FOR A REASON.

So given the fact that Alphas can (and actually do) fuck anyone they please at any time, humility is of paramount importance. Females and faggots alike should be humbled to the core for any opportunity to serve a powerful Alpha like Master Andre, not play vindictive and disrespectful sex games with them!

But to answer your closing question directly, Angela, I don’t think you should do anything to Master Andre to change his stance because I believe that is pointless. He wants a hairless faggot to fuck, and he has no reason to change that stance. Alphas are accustomed to getting what they want without compromise, and I think Master Andre believes that implicitly.

Rather than trying to change an Alpha like Master Andre (who is by definition superior anyway), it’s better to simply become the humble and presentable worshipers he desires. That way you and Alberto will both get plenty of cock, cum, and affection from one of the great Kings of our world!

Hey, it’s sam here. Master Declan contacted me and commanded that I publish this audience-participation game he’s playing with his faggot boyfriend Zack. Please read and play along if you want to!

BED OR BEHIND BARS, you decide!

Hey, it’s Declan.

Zack’s still sleeping in bed, so I figured I’d take a moment to introduce a new feature, one that puts even more control in your hands. How does this sound?

You get to decide if he earns a spot in our bed… or if he gets locked in his cold little jail cell for the night like the good caged slave he is. That means a strict curfew, no cuddles, no warmth and just me closing the cell door with a heavy click of the padlock before I crawl into the master bed alone. And he stays locked up until I’m ready to leave for work in the morning.

Let’s be honest, he looks better on the floor behind bars. And I sleep better knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.

Win-win, don’t you think?

Find this feature and many more:

Declan’s throne: http://throne.com/jktoronto11

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been almost six long months since we last heard from straight Master Kenzo. I never worry too much about God Alphas or their faggots, because typically Alphas at that power level have everything in their lives working perfectly all the time.

And, as I suspected, things are going very well with Master Kenzo. He still owns his first faggot, the ever-loyal Kevin, and he continues to dominate faggots and females wherever he goes.

But Master Kenzo had a specific reason to write to me, one that I found shocking and incredibly telling about exactly how powerful a God Alpha can be. I’m not even going to spoil it or preface it. I’ll just let the King tell it himself:

I think it’s time to give you some updated news of the wondrous things that happened in My life since last January.

First of all, since I left you with the cuckolding of a former high school mate, I’m going to briefly summarize what’s happened since then.

As I told you, I just loved to enslave a straight dude and his wife and to compel him to surrender to My superiority. Since it’s been a while, I want to emphasize one point: this guy is a former high school bully I’d mastered, he’s not a little faggot. He’s married to a former high school girfriend of Mine. When I saw him again, he was still a very masculine guy, quite macho even. That’s why I decided to submit him. The challenge was so great.

What I LOVED was that he often offered a bit of resistance, which made things much more exiting. Most of the time, though, all I had to do was raise my voice and he would calm down and obey. Sometimes, I had to go so far as to slap or spank him. Only once did I have to restrain him and put him on the floor, with My foot on his head, and make him swear not to disobey Me again. Over time, he became more and more resigned, less and less resistant. Of course, I continued to slap and spank him from time to time, just because it was fun.

So, after the first time I told you, I frequently went back to their place to fuck his wife, My former girfriend. Once in a while, I took the opportunity to spend some time chilling with her, and have the hubby serve us. On several occasions, I forced him to prepare for us a beautiful candlelit dinner and to wait on us at the table. Often, he had to lie on the floor at our feet while we cuddled on the sofa. And to massage and worship My feet, of course. I also used him as a footstool, more than once, for the entire duration of a movie.

Some moments were particularly hard for him. There had been stages. Each time, he refused, shouted, fought back. It was at these moments that I had to discipline him by force. The first time was when I forced him to watch Me fuck his wife. Eventually, he complied and kissed My feet while I fucked her ass.

The next couple of times were when I forced him to take himself My cock and cum. First in the mouth, then in the ass. I’ll always remember the first time I face-fucked him. I ordered him to look me straight in the eyes while he had My cock in his mouth. I saw in his eyes terror, defeat, resignation, the certainty that he was losing all his manhood. When I ejaculated into his throat, it was as if I saw in his soul all self-esteem and male pride disappearing.

I think his final defeat was when I forced him to get naked, on the floor, and that I pissed on him, while his girlfriend watched. He burst into tears, he asked “Why? Why are you doing this?”. I replied very calmly, “Because I can. And because I enjoy it.”

You know what the best part is, faggot? It’s that this boy really had a dominant side. He probably could have become an Alpha, a minor one no doubt, but still a straight Alpha if he’d had as dedicated a slave as I have with Kevin.

But I’ve decided otherwise. I decided that his life would be the life of a cuck slave to a God Alpha. To Me. And My decision is paramount.

That’s enough for now. But there is more to say. In my last update to you, after I first cucked him, I wrote: “I wonder if he’s already processing that he will never father child of his own. I won’t permit it. His wife’s womb is Mine.” So, next time, I’ll tell you about the day I had to give him a beating and put him on the floor. Stay tuned.

Until later, faggot,

You can almost hear the delicious satisfaction dripping from Master Kenzo’s words as he recounts how he subjugated this former straight bully. Movies and television love to depict stories bullies getting their comuppance, but none of that approaches what Master Kenzo did to this guy!

Although described with a bit of a dramatic flourish (I’m not complaining … I can appreciate it), Master Kenzo’s depiction of this former bully’s panic and final resignation as Master Kenzo’s dick and cum filled his throat is probably accurate. And yet, he didn’t fight it too hard! This is important, because deep down he knew this was his right place hierarchically. Master Kenzo had already fucked and bred his girlfriend, effectively stealing her away from him.

And now Master Kenzo is stealing away his Manhood. There would be an expected amount of panic involved!

I’m a faggot, and I’ve never been a straight Man, so I can’t pretend to know what this former bully felt in that moment. When my first Alpha first throat fucked me, it felt like I’d just arrived home after being lost. But for this bully, Master Kenzo’s cock was like Excalibur in battle, stabbing again and again until its victim was dead.

The only resurrection available to this former bully is a new life … as Master Kenzo’s conquered faggot!

I want to make a point about this conquest that might be overlooked if we only focus on the surface dramatics. This depth of conquest was made possible only because Master Kenzo started using his faggot Kevin sexually. Once Master Kenzo realized the power involved in fucking a sub male and feeding/breeding it with his cum, ANYTHING was possible for him to accomplish.

For example, imagine Master Kenzo was like weaker and less secure straight Men out there who refuse to use faggots sexually. Then he wouldn’t have done the things he did do to completely take ownership of this bully. He might’ve beaten this bully up or humiliated him in some other “manlier” ways. But these things only have temporary effect, and will allow the man to recover himself.

But what Master Kenzo did cannot ever be erased or restored! Master Kenzo throat fucked this guy and fed him his load! He pissed all over this guy! Master Kenzo destroyed his masculinity and his will to fight FOREVER.

And that was only possible because straight Master Kenzo accepted the sexual worship of his first faggot!

You can understand Master Kenzo’s pride in this achievement, can’t you? I know I’m enormously proud of him. He’s one of the sharpest and most confident God Alphas I know. There seems to be no ceiling to what’s possible with him!

Thank you Master Kenzo!

The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There’s something special about black Alphas who truly embrace their Alphahood and the ownership of faggots. Far too many black Alphas just use them and lose them, preferring to remain DL and unattached. However, these black Alphas don’t grow in power because of this decision. They don’t grow into the Kings their genetics and dominance demand.

King Karter might be discreet, but he has built a small Kingdom of owned faggots worshiping him day and night. He understands his worth, and he expects only the very best service from the faggots he owns and those he uses. His nature demands it.

We’ve been blessed to follow young faggot Ethan into King Karter’s lair, to glimpse the world his faggots inhabit under his reign. It’s intimidating, but also fulfilling! And we’ve been able to watch Ethan learn new things about himself, and do things he never imagined he would experience!

As it turns out, King Karter was about to push Ethan’s boundaries again!

Apparently, Ethan is one of the very few faggots on the planet without a foot fetish. I know, right??? Makes NO sense to me, either.

But King Karter’s feet were about to change Ethan forever! READ:

Hi Sam,
I am sorry I haven’t emailed sooner, I have been very busy with finals and moving from Texas back to California. I have two amazing and crazy stories to tell you! I will have to put them in two emails. They will take too long to explain both in one.

The first was on Thursday two weeks ago, on the 29th. I had only one more final to go, and it was an easy one. King Karter asked to have me come by and help #1 out with some chores and cooking. I was excited because since he had fucked me the first time, that was all I could think about. I even texted 1 and 3 if there were any opportunities I could come and help, since I wasn’t going to be there for much longer.  I came to his Apt. and #1 was already there. He had me clean myself out for a good while, and then I worked on cleaning the living room, and helping #1 clean the kitchen, along with starting dinner. King came home a few hours later from the gym. As soon as he came in, I could smell his scent. We kneeled and greeted him. He sat on the couch and watched TV while 1 and I finished dinner.  When #1 and I were done, we went and got on our knees in front of him.

King reminded me of all the things I would have to do when I was gone. Like FaceTime him a few times a week, while cadged. Contribute to my fag tax every other week. Practice with my new dildos while caged. And he gave me two more rules. The first one was that he was going to give me 5 brand-new bottles of poppers. 2, 30 ml bottles and 3, 10 ml. He said by the time I come back in August, all of the bottles need to be empty. The second rule was that I am not ever allowed to jerk off again or watch porn without a cock cage on. That I am only allowed to watch Gay porn or any Porn in chastity. I am never allowed to watch it without it on! He said I don’t need to be in it all the time, like 24/7, but I am not allowed to watch porn or get off without being in chastity again. I was like WTF, What is the point of watching porn. I will be so sexually frustrated. Especially since I am not getting fucked. I don’t want to be a disrespectful faggot. But I did ask him if I could just do it maybe once a week, or a month. He said, “No. That If you want to get off you need to watch it in a cadge, and fuck yourself to get off. That is the only way to get off if you want to watch Porn.” I was depressed and wondered how am I going to go that long without Jerking my dick. I have been jerking off since I was 11, at least once – twice a day, every day.  

He said he needed a pedicure and a foot massage. I was a little shocked as I had never heard of a masculine man wanting a pedicure. #1 went to get some nail clippers. King told me to watch #1 and do exactly what he does as he does it.  1 came back and told me to “Watch, and do what I do.”

He began by sucking on King’s toes, and sliding his tongue in and through his toes. Ok, so I have never really been into feet. I know a lot of fags are, But I never really got it. Like, I don’t have a gross aversion to it. They don’t gross me out or anything. It is just not something I ever really been into. So this was kind of like a first for me. So I started looking and watching #1 and doing what he was doing, spending time on each toe. Sucking it rolling my tongue around it, making sure it was very wet. Then we licked up and down the sole of his foot. Like giving a massage with our tongues. 1 would also work them with his hands, and I would look over and try to match his hands the same way.

After a while of sucking his toes a good amount. #1 picked up the toenail clippers and told me to cup my hands. He then clipped all of King’s toenails and put them in my hands. When he was done, #1 told me to put them in his mouth! I was like WTF! I think I was in a bit of shock because he whispered it again to me, and I slowly put them in his mouth. He just chewed them up and swallowed them like chips or something! I was still in a bit of shock, but I could feel King Karter watching me as #1 handed me the toenail clippers, and he then cupped his hands. I then started to do the same, clipping them and putting them in his hands. When I did all 5 and put the last one in his hands, 1 told me to open my mouth. I had to make a fist on the ground as he put them in my mouth, and I tried hard to chew them to make them softer, but they didn’t really break up. I was trying to get as much spit to make them go down. I gag a bit since a few got caught a bit in my throat. When I was done, my eyes were watering, and I just kept swallowing, trying to not get sick.
I think 1 saw that it was a bit harder for me and said I did a good job, and then King Karter also said I did a good job! That did make it feel a bit better.

Then #1 started to lick and slide his tongue up and down King’s feet again. So I did the same. I followed everything that #1 was doing. He started licking up King Karter’s leg, calf, and shin. I did the same. Sliding our tongues up and down this whole leg. I could taste his sweat and salt on his skin. It did taste amazing. We did that up to his thigh, and his torso and back, on each side of him, he stood up. He had us lick and clean his hole! I watched 1 do it first, then King pushed my face in his big black ass. I sucked and licked hard he told me to stick my tongue in his hole. I was a little shocked because I had never done this before, and at first, I felt I should not be doing this to an alpha. I know 3 told me he likes us to eat his ass sometimes. But I think part of me felt like it was wrong, I guess, IDK, I did it anyways, 3 told me later he likes the fact that we are wiping his hole with our tongues like toilet paper. He kept saying things like kiss my black ass slut, or lick my hole faggot. I understood it later, a bit more after I talked to #3. Then we moved to his armpits and licked them and sucked them. They smelled and tasted even more manly. We licked up and down his arms and hands, and sucked on each of his fingers like his toes. And the sides of his neck.

Then we got back down on our knees. We would take turns sucking on his dick and balls, and his pubes.

He started to face fuck us then, going from one to the other.

Then he had me stand up and sniff some poppers, and 1 lubed his dick. He had me then sit down on it, facing away from him. He started to fuck me and bounce me up and down on his thick dick. This time it felt so good. Much easier than the first time he fucked me. It went in faster and was not uncomfortable at all. I loved it! He keeps saying things like “Ohh fuck Tight Pussy, Fuckign that Tight pussy, and Tight Pussy!” I moaned back and asked him to fuck my tight pussy. I could feel 1 under me. He was licking King’s balls, taint, and hole. After a while, he pulled out of me, and 1 immediately pulled it in his mouth, cleaned it off, and slid it back into me. I kept bouncing up and down on his cock so hard, my eyes were rolling in my head. It felt so amazing, even as I write this, I feel my hole twitch now, just thinking about it 🙂 I think it was one of the most amazing feelings I have ever had! (so far)

Then he pulled out again, and had my kneel and 1 sucked on it cleaned it off again, and then took the same position I was in almost squatting over his big dick. And King told me to put it in, but I was not allowed to use my hands. I maneuvered it with my mouth and face and put it at 1’s hole, and it slid in. He started fucking 1 harder than he had fucked me. Slapping him a little and kept shouting loose pussy, Fuckin Loose Pussy! #1 was moaning loud too. King told me to lick up and down his balls, on his shaft, when he would pull out. And on his taint and hole. So I did, He fucked 1 like this for a while, pulling out a few times so I could clean it off, lube it back up with my spit, and put it back in with my mouth.

This went on for about 40 minutes. King, passing us back and forth, repeating the same thing about 5-6 times. I was his tight pussy, and 1 was his loose pussy. It was one of the hottest experiences I have ever had, well up until then, I shoot a load the second time he was fucking me so hard, I shoot it even though I was cadged! It shot pretty big, but it landed all over 1’s back. (I have a second story to tell you that will be hotter 😉 ) After about 40 minutes, he pushed 1 down and had us both suck on him sliding our tongues back and forth taking turns on shoving the shaft down our throats. Then he had us open our mouths and stick our tongues out, and he jerked his massive dick in front of our faces. And shot a huge load all over our faces. He would shoot some on 1’s face, then shoot some on mine. Then 1’s, then mine. He shot 4 times, maybe a little the 5th time. King had us lick it off each other’s faces while he whipped his dick on our faces too, smearing it all around. He had us lick it off each other and start kissing, sliding his dick between our lips.  Then he sat on the couch and he told us to keep kissing he wanted to see us fags kiss and make out. We did. I haven’t made out much with guys, so I don’t think I was much good. I hope he liked watching it, though.

After a minute or so, he got up and pulled on my hair saying he needed to piss. He pulled me by my hair, and I followed on my knees, pulled me to the bathroom. He had me put my head on the side of the bowl and open my mouth. He started to piss in my mouth and I tried to lap it up as much as I could. But a lot went in the bowl or on the side. When he was done, he said he was going to take a shower. That I needed to clean up the mess I made, using my tongue, and even what was on the floor. Then I needed to get his towel and stay on my knees until he was done. After I cleared my mess as he told me to, I knelt with his towel in my hands and watched him finish his shower. My mouth was salivating watching him lather up his body. And my hole twitched a few times as he cleaned his cock and balls. I wished I could be in there with him, cleaning him. I could feel my dick get hard in my cadge again. It felt really uncomfortable.

Finally, he came out, I dried him off, and he said he liked my job today. While I was drying him off, he asked when I had to be moved out. I said by next Friday, but my flight is on Thursday (the  5th). He asked me if I had any plans this weekend, and I said, “No, not really just packing I guess.” He said he wanted me to be here at his apartment on Saturday around 11 in the morning, He had a going away party he was thinking about giving me with a few of his friends, that he would like to introduce me to. And that I should plan to stay until Sunday afternoon. I was a bit shook and nervous, and excited, at the same time. I didn’t think he would throw me a going-away party, and he said with some of his friends. He told me that he was going to his room to watch some YouTube. That 1 had more homework for me when I was gone.

I went back to the kitchen where 1 was finishing up dinner. He told me I did a great job today. And I should be proud. He said he also had homework for me to do while I was gone, in addition to Kings. He said since I was not his King that they are not orders that must be obeyed like Kings but he would like me to work on them to be a better faggot. 1) try to wear my cock cadge out and about once in a while. Like when I go to the movies or something. And get used to wearing it more often. I did tell him it will be hard to wear it every time I watch porn. He said this is very important that I do, so I am used to getting aroused only when I have it on, and don’t need to think about jerking my fag dick when I am with King Karter or with his friends. He also said I can also practice only cumming when I fuck myself too. I figured I better learn how, since I think it is the only way I will be able to cum anymore I guess.

The second homework was that I had to do the cooking and cleaning at home for my family. I was like What?? They are not Alphas, they are my mom and sister. Maybe my dad, when I see him over the summer, but it was not the same. He said it was not like service for them, it’s more like homework, like keeping up with what you learned. So your skills get better, so when you come back, you can do things like laundry faster. Or cook better, or clean better. Just to keep the skills I learned here, so I don’t slide back. I understood it then the way he explained it. He said you can think of it as a service to him, like you will be better when you return. 

The 3rd and last homework was that I needed to try to pack on 4-6 pounds of lean muscle by the time I came back. I have a little flab in my gut, and he wants me to get rid of that. He said King Karter would like me to be a huge muscle faggot next year. I used to be about 225-230 in high school when I was working out like every day for football. And I am about 240 -250 now (all the college food). He said He would like me to try to be about 240, but to lean up a bit. Go a few days a week fasting, or only eating like one meal of just protein. I also had to work on my flexibility. Something I did a lot in high school because of football, but I hadn’t done a lot since I stopped playing, and more just lifting. 1 said the flexibility will be key and help with King Karter, and when I go on a lot of dates, and men will want to put me in different positions.
That is my goal for this summer. I have already started going back to my local gym and the Gym in my apartment building almost every day now. My goal is to be a bit more shredded and leaner and pack on some muscle when I get back. Also, to be more flexible and practice my skills of service, when I am at home for the next few months. I also am going to try to convince my mom and dad that I can move out of the dorms. Not sure if that will work, though.

The hardest work will be, the masturbating to porn with a cock cage on though. I don’t know if I can do that! Go that long without jerking my dick. I have been trying so hard this last week since I have been home. It is so hard! I have been fucking myself like every day to get my sexual frustrations under control. That helps a bit. But I think I’m addicted to sex now, NGL, I think about it all the time now even more than before I met King Karter, I want him to fuck me all the time. And I think the next few months are going to be fuckin hard! I have a muscle measure gun that works pretty well on my cage, and sometimes I just pat it hard when I am fucking myself. I have my first FaceTime with him on Wednesday while my mom is at work, and my sister is at summer school. I think that will help too! Got any advice on how to masturbate with a cock cadge on, Sam? I have done ok the last week, but I really don’t know how I can do this for like two months!

BREATHTAKING!

You can already tell how King Karter’s massive cock (and his use of it) is transforming Ethan into a ravenous, cock-hungry faggot! Remember when King Karter took him the first time, the pain he felt? Now it’s pure pleasure to have his Master’s hard dick rammed up inside him! That’s the transformational power of Alpha cock!

But notice what King Karter’s feet did for Ethan’s mentality! The faggot went from a mild disgust to completely turned on within the space of one worship session. Of course, none of this is a surprise to experienced faggots. I have served the feet of countless Alphas, and I’m well aware of their power over us. Ask any Alpha in findom, and they’ll show you their bank accounts!

I love King Karter’s promise to introduce Ethan to his Alpha friends! This is a nod of approval for his new fag! I’m pretty excited at what King Karter has in mind!

As for Ethan’s plea for help regarding masturbation: all faggots should have the mindset that they shouldn’t masturbate. Jerking off is a privilege reserved for Men, not faggots.

Ethan should feel great pride in wearing King Karter’s cage, not frustration. View it like a ring. It’s a commitment between an Alpha and his faggot. It should be humbling for a faggot, something sacred.

I know I conquered masturbation using my mind. I simply meditated on how shameful it was for me, a faggot, to be masturbating like other Men. How such an act denigrated and insulted Men. I simply couldn’t do it anymore. Chastity has become an everyday reminder of my “separate” status among Men.

Meditating on the great privilege of serving at the feet of a powerful God Alpha like King Karter should fill a faggot with such humble awe that masturbation would be insulting to his majesty!

I hope Ethan can make that adjustment!

What’s up fag took your advice and it submitted to me in seconds it was like throwing a dog a bone. I expected that it was a fag already but I didn’t think it was that desperate. I had it kneel and kiss my shoes first and while it was reluctant at first a few slaps got it slobbering like a dog. It admitted that it was a faggot quickly and I had it yell it louder each time that I think my housemates heard it. Despite feeling amazing owning this fag and it being obedient, my issue is how hard it was getting. It took away from the pleasure of slapping it and forcing it below me when I saw how i could see its dick get hard from licking my feet and even more when I slapped it. I only have a short period of time with this faggot before summer so I want to train it better to break its habits so it can serve better while I can enjoy dominating it without seeing it be hard. I thought about threatening it or telling everyone but didn’t know if that would make the situation worse since I want to psychologically break it and make it completely subservient.

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Thank you very much for following up on this situation, Sir! 

First of all, congratulations on taking ownership of your first faggot! It sounds like you were exactly right about it, and I’m glad my suggestions worked! I think what you did to get it to loudly admit that it’s a faggot was quite effective; it’s almost like how drill sergeants use loud call/response commands in the armed services to get into the minds of their soldiers! 

Now, let’s talk about your complaint, Sir. You’ll remember that I WARNED YOU about using harsh discipline on faggots because they often get excited by it. But you didn’t heed my warning, Sir, and so you ended up with something you didn’t want. It became a vicious cycle of increased violence and increased arousal. 

Here’s the other thing: no male can really control their erections naturally. They just happen. I’m sure when you were younger you had erections at inopportune times. They just happen, Sir.

If you don’t want to see your faggot aroused, you must try to resist beating the faggot, Sir. I understand that beating it might be your natural urge, but to get what you want from the faggot, you’ll need to try a different approach … much like the one I outlined for you in my first response. 

I might also add this suggestion now that you’ve taken ownership of it: chastity. Lock up your faggot’s skin flap in a chastity cage so that (a) it’ll be prevented from getting a full erection, and (b) it’ll be concealed from your view.

I do suggest that you be the one to lock the faggot in chastity, Sir. This is more official in the mind of the faggot and becomes almost a sacred ceremony for the fag. However, if you’re squeamish about touching the fag there, then you can oversee the faggot locking itself into chastity. Just make sure it’s secured on the faggot properly. 

Overall, I’m pleased to hear this news, Sir! I’m glad you now can experience deeper and more resonant power, and the kind of like an Alpha deserves! 

Please keep me posted, Sir! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

What’s up fag, name’s Caden and I had a question for you. I transferred colleges this year and saw this fag I knew since elementary school. Since 8th grade, he was always lingering in the locker room and when we did basketball dares he always would “dare” me to flex or take my shirt off and was a pussy who threatened to report me when I threatened to beat him up once. I haven’t seen him in two and a half years prior to this year since we went to separate colleges til now but he’s in the same club as me and has been making advances on me even though I told him I have a gf and I’m not a fag. At this point I’m just over it and wanna punish and own him for just being a fag hitting on me so much and force him to submit to me, any brutal methods you got to humiliate him?

Thank you for the question, Sir! 

Younger faggots can be a problem for straight Alphas because they are untrained and generally have not accepted their proper place in Hierarchy. They often make the mistake of thinking that they are equal-but-submissive, and lack the respectful behavior that Alphas deserve.

I want to forewarn you, Sir: physical/violent punishment doesn’t work well on faggots because they often get off on it. That’s the opposite of what you want, I’m sure. It’s better if an Alpha gets into the faggot’s head first before administering physical punishment, because then the Alpha’s violence has an emotional component and not one of pure hate. Do you see what I mean, Sir?

I propose this: the next time you’re with the faggot and it starts its nonsense, tell it to stop, get on its knees, and kiss your feet. If it doesn’t obey, then either slap its face or spit in its face and repeat the command. If it still doesn’t comply, then use force to get it on its knees and make it kiss your feet. 

Once it does this, have it look up at you. Then ask it: “what are you?” The only acceptable answer is: “I’m a faggot, Sir.” If it does not answer correctly, slap it and ask it again. Once it does this, repeat the process again and again until you are satisfied. Then, tell it “good boy” or “good faggot” to reinforce the training (like giving a dog a treat). 

Then dismiss it, but not before making it clear to the faggot that it is to refer to you as “Sir” or “Master” and that it now belongs to you exclusively. 

After that session, the next sessions should involve tasks you want the faggot to perform to your satisfaction, followed by additional reinforcements like foot worship or scent training on your pits or your crotch. 

This training I’ve outlined is pretty standard, and is designed to break a faggot of bad habits and start a reprogramming based on faggot fetishes/addictions. As Alpha, you can make adjustments on the fly as you see fit, Sir. I’m just outlining a scenario. I hope it pleases you.

I can already tell you’re quite a dominant Alpha. I have no doubt you’ll own this faggot quickly! Please keep in touch, Sir! 

Thank you, Sir! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

Back in January I resurrected a seminal post from FWA titled “Good Boy” that examined the power of the phrase over the minds and hearts of faggots (CLICK HERE to read that). Ask any Alpha who has used the phrase on their faggots, and they will attest to its dual-edged power not only as a demeaning term, but also as a way to express affection.

After all, it’s how a Man speaks to his dog, and good faggots are very much like faithful dogs.

Now it seems that this simple truth of the Hierarchical movement has gone mainstream! This article published on Parents magazine’s website discusses the rise of the use of the phrase “good boy” among teenage boys!

The article describes the trend this way:

The “good boy” trend boils down to this: a child instructs another to complete a task and when the child complies, the kid responds by calling him a “good boy.” Typically, kids will say “good boy” in a patronizing and dramatic tone, sometimes it’s even topped off with a fake smile or slow clap.

Teachers are posting videos like this one about the trend they’re seeing in their classrooms:

The post’s author gets the gist of the phrase correct, but of course misses the underlying forces causing these boys to say this. Even when the author makes this keen observation, they still get it wrong:

Some adults pointed out that the kids using the term likely don’t even fully understand all of the connotations behind it. For example, they might not fully grasp a potentially underlying sexual message that the phrase can carry. Instead, they mostly associate it with training animals.

Anyone remotely familiar with hierarchical concepts (or sees the world as I do, through that lens) immediately understands the mechanics happening under the surface with these teen boys. They are using the phrase as a way to assert dominance and control in order to lay claim to some level of Alphahood among their peers.

Furthermore, using the phrase and then seeing obedience and submission in others when it’s used FEELS GOOD to both the young Alpha and the sub he’s using. It’s an early, easy expression of dominance and power that feels right.

But I want to point this out: the article is mostly CONDEMNING the use of the phrase among young boys. Now, why would they condemn that? The answer is obvious: Alpha power scares everyday people because it cannot be controlled or labelled. Society prefers homogeneity and conformity because it makes everybody equally important and special.

But that isn’t life, and it’s certainly not hierarchy. Alphas are exceptional and powerful, and they will continue to uphold hierarchical standards not only because it feels right, but also because it IS right.

And faggots will continue to serve them, because it is ALSO right. What else should a GOOD BOY do, anyway?

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s a beautiful thing to see a true Alpha Master sculpt a faggot into whatever he needs. It’s almost like a composer writing a symphony and then leading an orchestra to perform it. Real Masters know how to manipulate the minds and hearts of their faggots so the faggot can reach peak performance.

Master Steve is absolutely a mindfucker extraordinaire.

His faggot Mike wrote to me to update me about the latest adjustment in Master Steve’s training.

What an interesting few months this has been and honestly life changing and almost freeing.

I feel like I am becoming so comfortable with finally letting my guard down, release my old ways and simple Master Steve guide me.  

I am now staying locked about 20 days a month, still a bit hesitant going to gym and being exposed with chastity.  Steve had me drink his and his black friends piss at the gym one afternoon.  It was so rewarding and strange at same time to hear Kevin tell Steve thanks for letting me use your faggot.  

I think in some ways even my family almost knows, they adore Steve, they seem to ask Steve’s permission before mine now.  Steve had me bake a cake, he took it to my mom and said he had made it for her.  She called me later and said she was happy I had such a good man like Steve.

I have learned that if I am not locked, he doesn’t want to fuck me or let me drink his piss.  So I now stay locked without him asking, because I need his dick and piss I have learned.

The other day a package came.  It was 3 different size butt plugs and some device, later finding out it was a piss gag.  He just told me, I would be learning a few new things come up.  I over heard him on phone telling a friend, that he was going to begin having me learn to wear plugs throughout the day.  I heard him laughing saying he’s gonna really have fun showing off cage and plug at gym.  And not really sure what his plans are for the piss gag.

Butt plugs and a piss gag, eh? Something’s afoot!

But it’s becoming clear that Master Steve is truly claiming Mike as his personal property. Mind you, he’s shared Mike with other Alphas to this point. But listen to the following update:

I’m am becoming more appreciative of how the chastity has helped me and I do think everything he has done has only been to help reset and retrain me to be the faggot he needs me to 

It’s interesting how he continues to fine tune things. One night we had a long conversation about limits things I like things I don’t like he asked me several pointed questions. I guess to see how comfortable I was with different scenarios.  We both set some hard limits what’s interesting he even allowed me to set some for him.  He talked a lot about this being a positive experience for both of us and making him a better man (he never refers to himself as an Alpha or Master, Which I find interesting) and me a better faggot.

I had asked him the question why was it so important for me to get off the apps when he still occasionally has me Service other guys.  He kinda Laughed and then proceeded to ask me a question.  He asked me was it more important for me to please myself or to please him. I said well, of course to please you.  He said exactly he said when I was on the apps, I was only pleasing myself and pleasing other guys focusing on their needs and not on his.  He said when he’s asking me to service a guy he said he gets pleasure out of it or It’s to serve a purpose for him. 

A few weeks after that conversation, we were out one night and one of my old friends with benefits, came and put his arm around me and asked me when Was not gonna let him fuck me again.  Steve over heard this, and proceeded to tell him “look buddy first of all get your hands off of him second of all you’re never going to fuck him again.”  

You can almost feel the tension of this encounter between Master Steve and this other guy! It was Master Steve’s Protector Alpha side roaring to the forefront! It must’ve been thrilling for Mike to have this powerful Alpha defending him!

Mike related another little detail that caused my little fag heart to skip a beat:

By the way, I was very shocked that you actually did a podcast, including me and my master Steve in it…. I believe it was podcast 266 trust your master. I actually let Steve listen to it, and he Was smiling and nodding his head During most of it.  At the end, he said good advice, He said maybe I needed message Sam that faggot.  Share my thoughts on why I’m doing this as well.  

I love when Masters find out that I’m out here coaching their faggots and praising them publicly! It gives me a little anxiety, I’ll admit, because I want to represent these great Men in a properly-respectful way. I’m so glad I received Master Steve’s seal of approval!

The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There’s no doubt that my previous site FagsWorshipAlphas and this one have had a large number of underage visitors lurking on them. In the first year of the site (on Tumblr) I shooed away questions and conversations from minors because I didn’t want to deal with the headaches or legal issues.

But I kept encountering kids who were putting themselves in frightening situations or trying things they didn’t understand, so I relaxed my standards a bit to try and give solid, fully transparent advice. I began to look at it this way: I would’ve loved to have had someone to talk to and get advice from when I was fumbling around in the darkness of my teen years as a burgeoning faggot. Despite what my critics suggest (without evidence), I desperately want to help people find their truth. And minors are people, too.

One of the most wonderful faggot brothers I’ve ever met on this wild internet journey of mine was a then-sixteen-year-old faggot named Ethan. In 2022 Ethan wrote me a heartfelt letter after I threatened to put up a paywall around FWA. He was desperate to hang onto the one thing that taught him the absolute truth about his life, so he reached out to somehow keep in touch with me.

Here’s what he wrote to me back in April of ’22:

Dear Sam,
My name is Ethan, and I am a 16-year-old Faggot. I have been coming to your website for the last year and a half, almost 2 now. I saw your most recent post about making it a paid site and wanted to write this email to you for two reasons before it’s too late.

First, I was wondering if you could give me some advice. You see I have known I  was a faggot since I was 10 years old. When I was in 5th grade I was in love with my 5th-grade teacher. He was such a nice and awesome teacher! He was always positive and supportive. I would always ask him if I could help around the classroom. Such as organizing the classroom library, wiping the desks down, hanging up classroom art, Sharping pencils, and, more. I was so excited to see him each day and help him out and wanted to do every for him. I also started having sexual dreams about him towards the end of the year. I didn’t know if I was gay or not, But I know I wanted to do anything he ask or said to do. Of course, he NEVER EVER touched me or did anything sexual! But I felt he had power over me and I loved it! He was just an amazing teacher.
I was hoping you can give me the advice to help me find an Alpha. I have read a few posts on your site that you suggest for faggots my age find someone around the same age. But you see I am only attracted to older men, like at least 30s- 60s. Plus I am not out to a lot of people at my school yet, only a few think I’m Bi.
I have tried using Grinder, but I have run into many problems. One is that most Alphas I like, are not into guys like me. You see I’m Very masculine, I’m 6′ tall, and about 225 – 230 pounds, I am on my High School’s JV Football team. I play MLB, (which is middle linebacker) Or FB (which is Full back). I also love to work out, and I can squat about 400 libs, (I have big Thighs hehe). I also can grow facial hair so I can look older than I really am. Anyways, Alphas on Grinder, always want small skinny, twink, Fem boys. Or they want boys to dress up and act like girls, and I am not that. Also, I don’t want to change, I like who I am, and I love football and sports. The other problem with Grinder is my age. I have met up with a few alphas, and I had to hide my age. But as soon as I tell them they ghost me.
For example, I had been seen this one guy who was like in his 40s. for a few weeks and I had sucked him off 3 times, and last week I think he was getting suspicious about my age. He thought I was in college, but when I talked about school, the fact I go every day, and a few other details he finally asked straight out how old I was. It wasn’t like I was lying to him, like flat out, I just didn’t give him details.  After that, he was mad and stop talking to me. I totally understand, they don’t want to get into trouble, and I did feel really bad about lying, and I do not want to lie to my alphas, because I know it’s not right. I just don’t know how to find one that will be ok with my age.
Could you please give me some advice on how to find the right Alpha? I know I should not be lying to Alphas about my age or anything else but how do I find one? And one that likes me for me? Or should I change for my Alpha? Should I try to be more Fem. or dress like a girl for them? It’s just that, that is not really who I really am.
I also wanted to send you this email because I wanted to say Thank You Soo Much, for making this site. even though I won’t be able to see if it is for pay since I do not have a credit card. I wanted to thank you for helping me so much. I know who I am now. Before I found your site I thought I was fucking crazy, or a very, Very, sick pervert. Just because I would fantasize and have dreams of men using me. Even though I was ok with myself for being gay, I thought it was sick to be thinking that I wanted older men to use me as a slave, and just a sexual object and for them to hurt me or say hateful things to me like call me a faggot or dog or wanting to be lesser than them and not equal. But you helped me know that it is all a part of nature, what the Hierarchy is, and my place in it. You helped me understand that I am not sick in the head, and there are many other Brothers like me out there. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. You kind of saved my life! And if you still put the paywall up I understand.  Please do not listen to the Fucking Haters! You also save so many that don’t email you, like I didn’t for the past year.  Whenever I do get a credit card, your site will be the first one I sign up for!
 Thank you again, for everything you have done in the last 5 years! Happy Anniversary!  I hope I can still stay in touch and let you know when I find an Alpha!

Thank you, Sincerely,
Ethan

Can you see why I don’t judge minors as being too young to have honest conversations with about serious, life-altering decisions and courses of conduct? Ethan was clearly intelligent and in full control of his choices. He simply needed someone to talk to that he could trust, and I was that person.

Beyond that, I definitely felt drawn to him because he was honest-hearted. He admitted certain urges that others might try to hide for fear of judgement. I found Ethan to be quite mature and thoughtful for his age.

Sadly, I was headed to prison a few months later and my time to help him was limited.

Fortunately, Ethan reached back out to me recently and we reconnected. And I was glad to find out he’s now in college, but more than that, he’s finding his way as a faggot:

This is Ethan, we emailed back and forth a few times back in 2022 and 2023. I emailed you about finding alphas and meeting men on Grinder and how you told me to be myself even though I am a masculine Faggot, and not a femboy, that some alphas are into that. Since you gave me advice, I stopped using Grinder until I turned 18. I’m 19 now and turn 20 in June. I looked at FagsWorshipAlphas.com, hoping you would return when your “vacation” was up, but then it went down, and I thought I would never see or talk to you again. I found Hierarchy University a few days ago and am so glad I did. I have a few more questions and wanted to update you.

First, I think I found an Alpha! So I am at a university in Texas, and I have been going to a local Gym with some friends I met at school. Back in November, one of my friends said he saw a guy in the locker room wearing a cock cage.  I was super intrigued, and it was hard to hide it. After we (they really) had a hard laugh about it.  I asked him when he saw him and what he looked like, so I could maybe check it out.  He gave me some info. But I never saw him whenever I would go by myself. 

Eventually, I was with my friend and a few others, and he pointed the guy out to us as we were lifting. I did not go over to him then because I was with friends and too nervous. But at least I know what he looked like. It took me until February because of school and work, when I was able to get a brief idea of his schedule. He usually comes to the gym in the morning on the weekends and MWF in the midday and afternoons.  It took me a while until I was able to talk to him, I was either always with my friends, or too shy, or there were too many people around.

Finally, in the middle of March, I caught him at the gym on a Sunday morning. The gym is usually void of a lot of people (most are at church), so I had to time it just write. I saw he was done with his set and treadmill, and he was walking to the locker room, and I followed him in. This time he was wearing his cage; I noticed a few times he wasn’t. So I followed him into the sauna, and there was another older man in there already. I waited until the older man left, then I started making casual talk. His name is Alan, and I asked him if he went to my school, which he did, but graduated like a year and a half ago.  I then complimented him on his cage, and he smiled and said that it was a smaller one than he started with. I later found out he thought I was an alpha and was trying to pick him up haha. So I asked him if he had a master or Key holder, and he said he did.  We talked for a bit about Alphas and Faggots. I told him I was a Faggot too, and was hoping he could give me some insight on how to find an Alpha like he did. He also said he had read your old site for a long time and saw it when it was first on Tumblr, right before that went dark too. Then two other older men came into the sauna and we had to cut our conversation short, just as well, cause I was also getting hard from talking about it all with someone one lol.

So after a while, we both decided to leave we went into the showers. I took a very quick shower as I did not want to miss him when he got out. As I was changing, he came out and I sat on the same bench and we chatted a little more, about other things, as there were others around. When we walked out, we exchanged numbers and we talked on the phone quite a few times after that.
He told me that his Alpha was a black man Named King Karter and he and 3 other faggots worshiping him. Two of them are older, and online, mostly like Findom really. And one other he has had for a long time that is used sexually and demstically.  They serve him by cleaning and cooking for him, financially by giving him some of their paycheck, and in other ways, and Sexually. I asked if King Karter was looking for more faggots and if I could meet with him. He had said he would ask his King the next time he would get a chance, but wasn’t sure.

A few weeks went by, and Alan called me and he said his alpha would have an interview with me. So he told me this before, but I will explain it.  So his alpha has an interview with prospective faggots now, that want to serve him. Because he had one faggot that served him for a while and then just bailed because he did want to do a few of the certain things that his King was asking of him. This way he makes sure he only picks Faggots that are willing to do everything that is asked of them and know what to expect and how to serve.  To prepare me for the interview, Alan talked to me and told me everything to expect, so I was prepared. Some of the things were like, will I cook and clean his apartment, which was a natural yes.  Sexually, he said he is very, very dormant, which is most of the time. Which was ok with me although I told him I had not ever been fucked yet. He said as long as I’m ok with getting fucked and practice beforehand (which is a bit hard to do while living in a dorm) I was good. Alan said the first time is usually the hardest and roughest because he wants the Faggot to know how hard he can get. Alan said his King gave him black eyes and a split lip the first time, but he is not like that every time. Alan said his King also makes the faggots wear cock cadges at all times in the apartment, even when just cooking and cleaning or when the King is not home and when or / if they go out together. Because he said, his King finds it very offensive that faggots gets hard around him. Alan also told me that his King also has him and all his faggots use poppers constantly every time they are there, even when they are not having sex, he makes them watch popper training videos all of the time while working out their cunts,  and while doing chores. I had never done poppers before this, but I know what they are. 

I wanted to ask you, are there any side effects from using them a lot? I found conflicting information online. He also told me about one other aspect of service.

And finally, this was the big one, He said his King pimps him and the other faggot out to his friends and others.  I told him I wasn’t sure if I could do that. Alan said that that was why the other faggot left. Alan said, He wasn’t sure about it either at first, but after a while, he realized that it was a Win, Win, Win scenario. He gets to have a lot more sex and practice with other men and pleases other alphas sexually,  and he can take the things he learned from others and use his skills on his King, He said he is not allowed to have sex with anyone else like no hookups on Grinder, because his King does not want any risks of STDs. This way, his King can screen his clients beforehand, making sure they are all STD tested and Free. Alan also said he feels safer because his King knows where he is and who he is with, so he is not with some potential psycho killer. Also, it is a win for the clients as they will have a quality faggot to use. And finally, King Kater wins because he gets money and has us practice our skills, so when we come back, we can perform better for him.  That was the basics of it.

I said I would have to think about the sex-selling part, and after a few weeks, I finally got comfortable with it. Alan sent him pics of me in a jock strap and Alan said his King liked my look. We had the interview a few weeks ago.

 I also wanted to ask you if alphas tricking out their faggots is that a common thing? And what should I be aware of?

Since this email is getting long, I will let you know how the interview went in another email if you want to hear about it. I had it a few days ago, it was intense! 🙂 Really not what I was expecting.

Well, I am really glad you are back and love the new site! And I am glad I found you again!

Thanks Again, Sam!

Love you!

Ethan!

I thought this was an incredibly promising situation, but things got even better when Ethan was allowed to meet King Karter in the flesh!

Here is what happened last Sunday (4/6). Alan said I would have an interview at 11. I left my doom very early, went to a nearby gas station bathroom, and cleaned myself out just in case. I arrived at his apartment at around 10:45. When I was walking up to his place my stomach was in knots. When he opened the door, he was huge, like 6’3 bold, and goatee. He was wearing just some basketball shorts.

He told me to sit down and we talked for a good while. It felt like a work interview. He asked me where I grew up. When did I start thinking and knowing I was a faggot. How many men have I served? I told him the details I told you a few years ago like knowing when I was about 10. and about Grinder. I also told him I had never been fucked which I was nervous about, but he didn’t mind he did make sure I was willing to be fucked and breed, and I said yes absolutely! I just never found a guy I was comfortable with. I told him how I met Alan and how I was looking for an Alpha. I told him about your website (the old one because I didn’t find this one yet) and how you gave me great advice and really helped me, He said he heard about the site from # 1, (I will explain that later) and that he looked at it a few times but he liked this site called fagmaster or fag life, better because it was more for alphas, but he said you do good work to help faggots like me know their place. He said he hadn’t gone to them in a while because they went down too. (I think like yours I guess) I never heard of them so I don’t know.  

Then he talked to me about his life and how he learned how to own faggots. He said he was always attracted to white boys but only had females sexually until he was 19 and got arrested with some friends carjacking and having pot on him. He said that while he was serving time in jail he learned how to use faggots. King Karter considers himself Bisexual. And sometimes had girlfriends but he has been more and more recently into white boy faggots. He said he only uses white boys faggots because he believes they need to pay restation for what they did to his ancestors. He said, “They raped us and used us and made us their slaves and now I do it to their children.” I did tell him I had family on my dad’s side who lived in the South and fought in the Confederate in the Civil War. He seemed to like that and laughed. I also told him I have family that are big right-wingers, and who are huge Trumpers and MAGA, and even some I think although I’m not sure are in the Proud Boys, I told him I wasn’t sure, but he liked learning about that I guess and smiled.

He then told me all of my duties if he took me as his faggot. Cooking and cleaning the apartment. That I must wear a cock cage at all times. He said he finds faggots being hard around him offensive and I do not have the right to have a hard dick. He said even when I’m doing chores such as laundry I would still have to wear one. I told him I understood but I said I had never put one on. He said I would get used to wearing it.

He also told me I was not allowed under any circumstances to have sex with anyone else without his knowledge or permission. And only with clients. I need to be tested for any STDs at least 2 times a month and must be on Prep(which I was) and Doxypep (which I wasn’t but now I am)

He also, said that he owned 4 other faggots, and he only uses numbers. He said faggots do not deserve names. He said the one I know as Alan he is #3, #1 was a faggot he met on Grinder after he came out of prison and has been the longest one he has owned. #2 and #4 are older men he met online who live in other parts of the country he does Zoom calls with them and uses them mostly as findom, but has met them a few times, and a few times they have come out here to serve him. He said he had had another #5 a few years ago but that one was kicked out because he did not want to get sold, he resisted a lot of the work and mostly only wanted sex. King Karter said if you serve me it’s more than just sex with me. So he kicked him out. King Karter said if I want to be owned by him I must be willing to do everything, including choices, sex, and dates. (with others). I said I was willing. He also said he makes all his fags get addicted to poppers. He said this is important as it makes the faggot brian weaker, more willing to be used. More willing to be molded. He said it would take my inhibitions and nervousness away and let me (him) own your mind easier for you and faster for me. I did say I had never done them but was willing to use them if there were no side effects he said no just getting high for a few minutes and it will help you when I fuck you.

I have a question for you, does your cock really get smaller, and how much and how fast. I have a 7.5 uncut, and I know you use cadges. How much smaller will mine get if I use it regularly?

Then he had me write down 3 lists of things, I want or have done sexually, things I might want to try, and things that I would rather not do. I would have put down piss under things that I would rather not do, but Alan said he was into that so I put it down under what I want to try to show that I want to be a better faggot and want to learn. We went through the list King Kater said that almost all of the things on the might want to try will be done to you like being gangbanged, and pumped out (which I was still nervous about but I only put it down the maybe list because I know that was one thing Alan said that would defiantly happen.) And King Karter said he wants me to try to think of being more open to some of the things on the do-not list. Some of them he agreed like blood and cutting he said will never be done. He said a few of them like Scat he was not into, but some of the clients might and you will have to do whatever they want. You are not there for your pleasure you are there for theirs. I told him I would try, and he laughed and said “You will do it, not try, but I will help you and train you first and have you get used to it before I would send you to someone that really wants to do it.” That did make me feel a little better about it. Another thing on the not list was taking pictures like nudes or videos, he said he would be ok with it but again he would like to to push your boundaries. I said, “I was just afraid of future jobs and losing them.” he said he understood but said we can work around it like using masks, or not showing our face, but we will talk about that later.

The next thing he had me do was to strip. He said he wanted to see what I was working with. I was already hard, basically as I was just walking up to the apartment, and was nervous I tried to hide it but he said “He would let it go this one time because this was the first interview, but after this he sees my hard fag prick again without a cadge he would have to beat me.” I just nodded and said, “Yes sir,” there was a cock cage sitting on the coffee table and to told me to turn around and put it on so he did have to see it (I think my dick). It actually took me a while to do both because I had to figure it out and how to put it on. And because I had to push my hard dick into it, I had to think of girls and boobs to get it to go down enough. Finally, I got it in when I turned around he didn’t seem annoyed though as it took a while I think.

Any tips on how to put it on faster and easier?

He had me bring out a huge laundry basket from the bedroom closet. And he had 2 new popper bottles on the table. King Karter had me dump all his dirty laundry on the ground, it was all dirty gym clothes and underwear. And I had to separate them in colors and whites. But every time I picked up an article of clothing I had to take a huge sniff of it, and breathe it in for a long time, and hold it. Then put it in either white or colors. After I pulled one peace out and sniffed it I would have to put one of the bottles under my nose and he said I would sniff (hit) the poppers. And I had to alternate if it was white I had to hit Amsterdam and if it was a color I had to hit Blue Boy. I went back and forth, from one to the other, all the time he was just sitting there watchin. He pulled off his shorts and was wearing a jockstrap, I could see the HUGE!!! Outline of his cock. It made me so weak. My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I think it was from the poppers but as I was so excited!! I was getting dizzy really fast. I was finally done. Then I had to put the colors in the washing machine. At this point I was feeling so weak I would let him do everything I could tell that he was right about the poppers, It was amazing. I was not nervous or anything and all I wanted to do was to please him.

Then he had me get on my knees in between his thick thighs. I thought “Yes I’m goin to suck that huge thick dick!!” My mouth was so wet and all I could do was stare at it. He said to go down and smell him. he said NO TOUNGE, NO LIPS! JUST SNIFF, You Got that Faggot?!

I nodded, I was sniffing him up and, and down, he would push my head into the side of his balls. Then after a few minutes, he would make me sniff more poppers. Then go back down. And smell him again, Then more poppers, then just more sniffing it was driving me so crazy being so close to this dick on the outside in his jock. I really really had to fight myself not to stick out my tongue but I wanted to show I could follow orders. At this point, I was like so Fuckin High, I never had felt like this even when I smoked pot. He would alternate between Amsterdame and Blue Boy. A few times he would put both under my nose. Then he would look at me and have me look up at him make me say I was a faggot, I want big N**ger Cock, and make me beg, then would have me sniff again. He would pull my hair and make my nose go up and down the shaft, in his jock I thought I would go insane.

Finally, a buzzer went off it was the laundry, I had to change it and put the colors in the dryer and the whites in. Then I came back, and he did the same thing only now he would slap me on the back of the head sometimes if I wasn’t sniffing hard enough or if he thought he felt my tongue, which would sometimes slip out a few times. He also made me do two bottles at once and sometimes in the mouth.

He had me make big sniffs of his ass crack and only took out his balls so I can sniff them. I would inhale a big popper sniff then hold it and exhale hard and then he would shove my head and face down under him, on his balls, his taint, his ass hole. I was so dizzy! 🙂 Then the buzzer went off again!

It was like I lost so much time. Because I know the cycle was like for 45 minutes plus an extra rinse cycle. But to me it felt like only 10-15 minutes, Dose poppers make you lose track of time?

It took me a while cause it was hard to stand up. Then I unloaded the dryer and loaded the whites in the dryer, and he had me fold the Darks into piles. He then asked me if I want to suck this big N*ger cock, I said yes please, he asked me again and at this point, I was begging, and he was stroking it in his jock, “Clean up your mess first and I’ll think about it.” He pointed to the carpet, I had a huge, huge wet spot under me from all my precum. I didn’t know you could precum like that, especially with a cage on. The cage felt so awkward like my dick was pushing inside me. Felt so weird, not like a bad weird, but just weird. I started to get up and get a paper towel but he Yelled at me, “No Faggot SUCK IT UP!” “First give me your phone!”

 I was scared he was going to take a pic of me sucking the carpet, but I gave it to him and started sucking the precum out of the carpet, trying to look up to see what he was doing. He put his contact info in and sent himself a text. Then he got on his phone and through mine on the couch and sent me 3 Texts. He ordered me to get on my knees and I looked up at him. He handed me the poppers he said he sent me 3 popper trainer videos ( 1st https://thisvid.com/videos/jack-of-spades-white-boi-hypno/   2nd https://thisvid.com/videos/blacked-nation-popperbation-2/  3rd https://thisvid.com/videos/lost-in-desire-censored-poppers-trainer-w-dildo-joi/

King Karter said my homework was to watch at least one, if not all 3 every single day. And follow the instructions. That this will help better train my faggot mind. He gave me the two popper bottles. He also told me to get a big black dildo if I didn’t have one already and use it on myself each time, and I must clean it off, Pull it out of my cunt and clean it with my mouth and shove it back in and keep doing it over and over, he wanted me to love the taste of my cunt on N*ger cock. I just nodded, At this point, I was so horny and wanted to do anything to take that cock in my mouth! But he didn’t let me suck him. He just said, Ok get dressed put your cage on the table before you leave.

I was so shocked I thought I was going to suck him off and he just walked out of the room. I felt I must have fucked up somehow like I did something wrong. I was almost about to start crying, and I don’t cry like almost ever. It was like he punched me in the gut. So I slowly got dressed and left. Putting the cage on the table, I was still rock hard and dripping, and I left.

It takes me about 45- 1 hr to drive from his place to the dorm and the whole ride back I was thinking I did something wrong what did I do? Hoping I did not fuck it up… I was killing myself. As soon as I got back to my dorm I texted Alan,#3, and see if I really fucked up and asked if I could make it up. He was at work so he couldn’t talk but later that evening we talked on the phone, I had to go outside because my roommate was there. #3 said I didn’t fuck it up. He said I was great, and that King Karter did the same thing just not as intense with him. He said he didn’t get to suck his cock until a few weeks later after he had started working for him. #3 also said King Karter wants to make sure you are not just in for the sex but everything else. And that this was a way to help condition my mind to serve him and his friends. This is what he does to test you and help train you. #3 also said I had to follow the instructions. Use the popper trainers every day. (which is hard in a Dorm, but I have done it a few times in my car, or I have to wait until my roommate is at class or out for the night) That I need to practice Ass to Mouth (even though I was not really into that) all the time now because he loves that shit.

Very powerful stuff! I especially loved the very clever use of the washer/dryer as a timing and task element to this initial meeting! It allows King Karter to gauge Ethan’s reaction time and attentiveness to detail!

As far as the pimping of faggots to Alpha friends, this seems to be more prevalent among black Alphas than white Alphas for whatever reason. I have never been fully owned by a black Alpha, so I was never pimped out this way. I know Ethan was a little rattled by that aspect, but it didn’t surprise me.

I’m just so proud of my brave young brother! I’m looking forward to seeing how his eye-opening new opportunity for service will develop!