This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
For reference, this is the third post in a series of articles relating the introduction of faggot worship and service to an 18-year-old straight Alpha named Eric by Michael the faggot. In the first post Michael’s apartment is taken over by Alpha Eric (CLICK HERE), and in the second post Michael sucks off Alpha Eric and introduces the young god to the wonders of fag worship (CLICK HERE).
Okay, so do you want to know what it’s really like to be the live-in faggot to an arrogant straight Alpha?
Keep in mind that Alpha Eric moved into Michael’s apartment just a few weeks ago, and has been living there rent-and-responsibility free ever since. It’s pretty shocking how quickly this straight Alpha – brand new to everything related to the use of faggots – has assimilated the use of Michael into his routine.
But I thought this latest tidbit of information was especially illuminating. Here’s Michael:
Sam, I promised you more about Eric.
Shortly after we started discussing His rights and privileges as an Alpha Male, Eric started bringing women back to the apartment several times a week. I had noticed, before then, that He would disappear for a few hours several times a week.
But then one day I got a text: “I need the apartment after 9:00. I’ll text you when you can come back.” Not, “do you mind if I bring a girl back” or “can I have the apartment for a few hours.” Rather, He just assumed that the apartment was His to use as He needed — which of course was an accurate conception of how things were. I was paying the rent, but for all practical purposes, the apartment was His. Sometimes, it was 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning before I would get the text that I could come back to the apartment.
Once the text read something like “You can come back any time, but be quiet entering. We’ll have breakfast at 7:30.” On that morning, He and a gorgeous woman, in her 30s emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed for work. I served an egg-white omelet with fresh chives from my window garden and quietly withdrew to change the sheets and towels in the bath. He said nothing to her about who I was or why I was there serving breakfast. It was like I was just another household appliance.
I sniffed their sheets and pillowcases as I stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets. That was reward enough.
Of course, being banned from the apartment for hours on end was not easy for me. Because of the pandemic, I couldn’t go to the movies or to a library. I didn’t want to go to a bar. Generally, I just roamed the streets or dozed in my car. But the knowledge that I was enabling Him to get His rocks off with one gorgeous woman after another was so satisfying. You know how it is, Sam.
I do, indeed!
First of all, I want to say this directly to any straight Alphas who are reading this: if you are not living like this right now, you are missing out on an entire aspect of your rights as an Alpha Male.
I cannot understand why any Alpha Male would pass up this kind of day-to-day worship from dedicated faggots. It simply doesn’t add up in my brain. What straight Alpha Male’s life wouldn’t be enriched by owning a faggot like Michael?
And from this experience, it should be obvious that receiving such worship is not only deserved, but it’s also VERY easy to take. Alpha Eric used almost no effort to get complete service from Michael. Again, any Alphas who are not making use of this natural resource are completely missing the point of Alphahood and its power.
As for Michael, he is living a faggot’s dream life right now. Why? Because he was (a) brave, (b) completely and thoroughly submissive, and (c) thoughtful in how he handles himself.
This saga with Alpha Eric is just getting warmed up, I think. I’m looking forward to the next stage of Michael’s service to these great Alphas!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the dominance of a straight Alpha named Josh, his wife Ashley, and their ownership of Master Josh’s first faggot Aaron! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
About a week ago I received a “Questions From Readers” message from a 29-year-old straight Alpha who hated then his faggot’s dick got hard when he fucked it. You can read that original message by CLICKING HERE. It was an intriguing situation, and the issue this young Alpha was having with his faggot isn’t always an easy fix. But I advised him as well as I could and figured I’d never hear from him again.
But as usual, I figured wrong.
I was contacted a day or two later by the Alpha, a married Man named Josh. Master Josh told me about his faggot, Aaron, as well as his wife Ashley. He wanted me to help him find a chastity cage for his faggot. I’m afraid I wasn’t much of a help (how do I find a cage for another faggot’s dick/balls? It’s hard enough finding them for myself!). After that, Master Josh shared some additional information about his situation.
My wife knows about the gay guys I fuck. She knows them by name but has never met any of them. In the past, we’ve discussed using one of them to do chores around the house. I’m pretty sure at least one of them would be totally game. He does anything I ask. The challenge is that my wife is home most of the time while I’m at work. So he would primarily be interacting with her to complete his chores. Have you seen a situation where a wife utilizes her alpha husband’s authority over a fag?
When we’ve talked about it before, her main issue is others finding out. So she said that he would need to wear a typical cleaning uniform, maybe black pants and a polo or something. But basically if her friends come over while he is there that they just think he’s hired help and not know anything about the real arrangement.
First of all, I cannot stress how unusual it is for the girlfriend/wife to not only be cool with her Man fucking faggots, but also go as far as participating in it. I have encountered a few females that tolerated it (at least short term), but insecurities usually doomed the arrangements. On the other hand, Ashley seemed positively thrilled!
I tend to think Ashley is one of the new breed of female that arose at the height of boy bands and fantasized about guys like Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson falling in love with each other. This is a real thing! Regardless, there is definitely a subset of female that recognizes the power of the Alpha and their need to dominate and breed both females and males.
After some discussion, Master Josh wrote back with their plans for owning their new faggot.
So my wife is fully on board. I told my fag that I’m coming over to his apartment at 7:00pm tonight. Little does he know that my wife will also be joining me to meet him and so we can lay out his new expectations. He can choose to keep serving me (and also my wife) or he can choose to never see me again. I think we know where he will land.
The rules my wife and I decided on are below. We would love your faggy opinion if there should be any alterations.
He will come to our house to do chores on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays from 10:00am-4:00pm. (He works from 5:00pm-2:00am most weekdays as a server at a local bar so it shouldn’t interfere with his work schedule. The challenge here is that I’m at work during this time on Tuesday and Thursdays so he won’t see me, just my wife.)
He will complete all the chores on his list during that allotted time.
He will obey any command or request from my wife just as if it were coming directly from me.
He will wear the following uniform that my wife selected — see list below — and he will purchase the following before Tuesday. (The total price with tax and all should be around $1,400. I know he may not have that money, so I’ll offer to loan him the money but he will have to repay me within 30 days plus 15% interest if he wants to take my loan. Otherwise he can figure out how to pay for it himself.)
His clothes will be clean and pressed each day.
He will refer to me as “Sir” and my wife as “Ma’am” at all times.
He will have a good attitude of service.
He will not expect the honor of being fucked my me just because he’s at our house.
He will submit to punishment for poor performance as necessary. My wife has purchased a wooden paddle and has my authorization to use it as frequently as needed to correct any issues.
He is responsible for purchasing and bringing his own supplies to accomplish the day’s chores.
I was pretty blown away by the extensive and quite specific list the pair created for the faggot to accept. It’s outstanding, honestly, and should provide the proper subterfuge for the real reason why the faggot is there.
I truly hope Master Josh and Mistress Ashley are pointing toward a new horizon in Hierarchy. I have always kinda hated Alphas fucking with faggots behind the backs of their women, and have yearned for an adjustment in the thinking of the women attached to Alphas. There is no way an Alpha can ever be fully controlled by the pussy of one woman. Their need for power and dominance is too overwhelming.
But Mistress Ashley is pointing the way forward with her compromising attitude. Her healthy perspective takes into account the power needs of her King, and recognizes her place and function in his life is not threatened by his faggots.
In fact, in the paradigm they have created together, her life is made better as well!
So I tell this to all Alphas and faggots out there: anything is possible as long as we honestly pursue fulfillment with integrity!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s really sad to me that, after almost 10 years teaching Hierarchical truth online (alongside many others), more straight Alphas don’t know about the growth and power available to them through the use and ownership of faggots. Granted, straight Alphas have always used faggots to some degree or another, but through ownership straight Alphas make a leap that other, lesser males cannot ever experience. On the other side of that leap is exponential growth and limitless power.
The possibility of that kind of power was something a smart Alpha like Master Mike couldn’t pass up.
My first encounter with Master Mike occurred when he reprimanded me for not instructing his first faggot Benjamin properly. When I complied, he wrote to me and fully introduced himself to me, and we’ve been discussing his ownership of Benjamin and his plans for further training.
Here’s what Master Mike wrote to me last Thursday after I impressed him:
I am impressed by the fact you posted my reprimand. Very humble even for a faggot. Makes me wish you could join Benji on his reward this weekend. It is the six nations (European rugby contest) final matches on Saturday and I have 3 guys from my rugby team coming to watch at mine. Benji does not know they are coming but he will be attending in his full capacity as my faggot. I have bought a nice thick leather collar for the occasion. He will be serving us snacks and beers as well as a full steak dinner he prepared in the evening. All of it bought with his credit card. They have already been told what to expect and what they can ask of him. It does include a foot cleaning as I have trained him. They have also been told no photographs or getting rough with him. All of then have met Benji before so they will know him by face. They are staying the night and getting breakfast in the morning so Benji should have a full 24 hours of serving 4 straight men simultaneously. I know your pussy will be twitching imagining being in his place, but you will restrain yourself from posting this update until Sunday morning. Benji will not know until they arrive that they are coming. And he will not know until after they leave that they knew before that he was my faggot and would be serving them.
Well, I didn’t hear anything until after the weekend was finished, but it was one hell of an update:
Got a proper account for you about Benjis submission. What a weekend it has been. It started Thursday when I messaged Benji to come over on Friday and happened to mention I was having a shit day. I finish work and head to Thursday rugby practice then head home after. Benji is sat on my doorstep waiting for me. At first I was pissed at him imposing but he said he had messaged offering to come over and cook. I check my phone and what do you know there was a unread message from him. I let him in and he cooked and got on with housework. I was torn whether to punish him for imposing or be happy that he is predicting my wants and needs like a top tier fag.i decided on not punishing him. I did make him phone in sick on Friday though. I had the day off and there were things to do. I was going to be hosting a Six Nations rugby party on Saturday and needed to pick up some snacks. I took Benji’s phone and wallet so he would have no distractions and left him to fully clean my house. He did a satisfactory job of cleaning and once my shopping was unpacked, I took him for a fully supervised clean and reshape of the cage area so he was fully presentable. I had 3 friends coming the next day which Benji didn’t know about. But no fag of mine was going to embarrass me in front of my mates. Then Saturday rolled around. Benji knew I would probably be watching the rugby so he was ready to be serving drinks. He was fully dressed up as a faggot. His chastity cage was polished, he was wearing a leather collar I picked up for him and nothing else.
What he wasn’t expecting was a knock on the door at 10:30. He looked very confused. I told him firmly to get the door. As always he obeyed. I could tell he was terrified. My mates had all been told what to expect and just laughed when he opened the door for them. They walked in like it was nothing and sat around my lounge as I had instructed them. Judging by how red Benji went he humiliated but I was just getting started. He was instructed to get each of us a beer and then to remove their shoes and socks so they could get comfortable. He laid out the snacks for us all and then the matches started. I had him washing my feet during the whole Ireland vs Italy match. And every time my team Ireland scored he was to kiss my feet. For the other matches, I passed him to the others to clean their feet. Only 2 of them accepted, but that is the loss of the third. I think he was worried it was too gay. But it isn’t gay to be served by a faggot.
Benji then made us dinner and we settled in for the final match of the day. Benji’s service had been perfect even though he was humiliated as hell. So I decided to reward him. I called him over and put him directly in front of me. And I offered him my feet. He went to massage them with his hands as usual but I stopped him. Mouth and tongue faggot. He obeyed faster than I thought was possible. I think the little faggot was so excited to finally serve its Master with more then it’s hands. He just kept going and fucking hell did it feel good. His tongue was getting right in between my toes. He seriously has me considering where else that mouth would be of use. He will have to earn that privilege though.
I must have looked like I was loving the treatment as one of the others asked for a turn but I told him absolutely not. My faggot obeys me and will serve as I tell him to. But he will only worship me. I own him and I do not share worship or ownership.
After the last match we just stayed up drinking. Benji was either getting us drinks or kissing and licking my toes. It was very telling that he would not come off my toes unless I told him to get their drinks. He outright ignored their orders if they were counter to mine. I guess that is the hierarchy at work. Two of them stayed the night after drinking that much. Benji was brought into my room where I could keep an eye on him. I allowed him to sleep on my bed at my feet as he did such an incredible job.
This morning he made breakfast for them and then they left. As I am writing this to you he is at my feet giving them another worship session.
Once I have sent this I will be making three things clear to him. One is that he has passed probation. He has proven that he improved my quality of life in his service as a faggot. I will be permanently keeping him as a personal faggot and from here on he is MINE. Two is that as MY faggot he is a member of this household. That means he will get a key and be allowed to live here if he so wishes. The rules are to be obeyed whether he is here or not. He is no longer to treat his flat as somewhere he can behave like a man. No clothes. No furniture. He just has to choose where to obey the rules and I think he will choose my house. Third is that I will do nothing to stop the rugby team from knowing I have a pet faggot. Three of them already saw first hand. All of them come by semi frequently. None of them know Benji’s friends or work colleagues. So I have no interest in hiding it.
So there we are. I am now the official and very proud owner of a faggot. He did a great job this weekend. I think Benji wanted to tell you all this himself but who cares what a faggot wants. He got to start serving my feet this weekend.
Truly a magnificent and glorious display of raw Alpha power by Master Mike! Not only was it an effective way to break Benjamin’s walls of resistance and train obedience into him, but it also taught his Alpha Pack the value of faggot ownership! How can anyone deny the Hierarchical truth powering Master Mike’s decision to take ownership of a personal faggot?
And Master Mike’s blunt statement – “It isn’t gay to be served by a faggot” – is absolutely true, and that truth is explicitly understood only by those straight Alphas powerful enough to own one.
I am taken aback every time I find another straight Alpha who is willing to display such power this openly. In Master Mike’s mind, any member of his Alpha Pack who disagrees with faggot ownership is wrong and not Alpha, essentially. He understands it’s an Alpha’s RIGHT to own and use faggots.
Thank you, Master Mike, for sharing the beginning of your ascension to true power!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young gay God Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of multiple faggots including Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Every Alpha wants to be a God Alpha. There are many who stake a claim on that title, and some of them even have resumes that resemble God Alphahood on the surface.
But a true God Alpha isn’t defined by a title. He’s defined by the actions he takes to reshape reality into his own vision. He picks up the lives of inferiors around him and, through sheer force of will and his own great power, he is able to transform them all into better versions of themselves as part of a Kingdom that worships him.
By that lofty definition, Master Lorenzo practically stands alone.
When I first met Master Lorenzo a few years ago, he was a student with a great work ethic and a tremendous amount of confident power radiating from him. Even then, I knew he was not like even other Alphas I’ve known. He claimed faggots with ease, handily controlling them with the bare minimum of his attention.
As time has gone on, I’ve watched and chronicled Master Lorenzo’s completion of schooling and his stunning early success in his professional life. Then, so beautifully, Master Lorenzo chose to rescue an abandoned faggot named Giovanni and his mother from Europe by bringing them to his city in Brazil and giving them a great new life under his care.
But even with those great accomplishments under his belt, Master Lorenzo – like any true God Alpha – wasn’t content to rest. He had larger desires and greater visions to achieve.
And now he’s ready to unveil his latest dream-come-true: A new God Alpha House in Brazil for Hierarchical worship and service!
I’ll let Master take it from here:
This is your Master Lorenzo. I am writing to inform you that some things will change from now on. Long story short, I realized that we only live once and we can’t wait forever to fulfill our purpose. So, I decided to gather with Jose from Mexico and Juan from Spain to form the ultimate Alpha Family. We’ve been talking for months and we finally have a plan. Juan and I will pay for Jose’s flight to Brazil. Juan will also come with Bruno.
The idea is to turn my house into a sanctuary for Alphas and faggots. They won’t move in for good, but I found a way to bring them here at least every other month. We want to focus on our inner truth and take care of our fags to make them the world’s best fags ever.
We want to focus on our new endeavor now. I currently have Gio and Rafael with me. Juan is bringing Bruno. So we’ll have 3 fags for 3 Alphas in the house, but I intend to get at least 6 fags, so each of us can have 2 while they are here. Time will tell.
This is MONUMENTAL news!
Unlike so-called “Alpha houses” that social media influencers create as clickbait, this will be an ACTUAL place where pure Hierarchy is enforced and revered! Alphas will be worshiped, faggots will serve and be trained, and all will finally drink from the cup of fulfillment that Hierarchy promises to all who embrace it!
For a lowly faggot like me, this is an extraordinarily proud moment. All three of these Alphas came to be united through THIS SITE and my humble efforts to document their separate lives! It’s like Professor Xavier’s “School For Gifted Students” in the X-MEN series, except this will be a real-life Hierarchy University that sprang from this, the online one!
I am blessed beyond words to be able to even share this with all of you!
Of course, something similar happened a few years back in Toronto. Three straight Alphas at Toronto University (led by Master Jin) collected themselves into a community that at its peak housed seven faggots! Those three Alphas (and a couple of Alpha friends) lived like literal Kings and their faggots were kept very busy and full of cum!
But those Alphas in Toronto learned everything on the fly while constantly consulting with me. In this instance, all three Alphas are God Alphas and Masters of the highest discipline and order. They are all ready to take this next leap in life, and they need nothing from me.
I was merely the conduit through which their tremendous power flowed and coalesced!
I’m so overjoyed for my faggot brothers who are set to experience this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I have truly come to love Gio and Rafael and dear, brave Bruno. The things they learn in service together, worshiping these greatest Men, will change them and grow them forever!
And I’m especially proud of my three great Kings! Masters Juan and Jose will be leaving their native countries and arriving to a paradise of worship in Brazil. It’s just what they deserve!
And of course, my little faggot heart beats faster than a rabbit’s for my glorious Master Lorenzo. His is the tenderest and most complete Ownership any faggot could ever know. I’ve tasted droplets of his everlasting power from afar, and it sustains me.
The greatest Alphas – God Alphas – make things grow around them. They create, not destroy.
This is Master Lorenzo’s newest creation, and it is very, very good!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
NOTE: The following testimony is written by Alpha Lucas, who is 15 years old. This is published with the written permission of his Mother, Sophie. So whiners and keyboard warriors: FUCK OFF.
In the annals of the nine years of this site, there has never been a young Alpha so sure of his Kingship as 15-year-old Alpha Lucas. The only real analogue is Master Dean, who claimed his faggot twin brother at a similar age. I’ve covered some distant memories of situations similar to this.
But Alpha Lucas’s story is remarkably unique not only because of his vast power at that age, but also because he has his mother Sophie completely onboard as the Queen who desires to raise her son as the God Alpha she knows he is.
Alpha Lucas recently wrote directly to me through his mother’s monitored email, to make introduction to me as well as make a declaration of his arrival on the Hierarchical scene. That arrival feels like the arrival of the asteroid that collided with the Earth and killed the dinosaurs. A monumental thing.
Here’s what Alpha Lucas said:
Hi inferior,
I’m Alpha Lucas. Mom is okay with me writing to you on her email. We both listened to your podcast about me and I loved it! We all agree that I’m at least an Apex Alpha, if not more. I love ordering people around and seeing them get busy to please me. Bring me this, carry me that, give me something, massage me, kiss my feet. What I love the most is when other boys at first dislike me and resist me, and end up submitting. That’s so good to see them give up and admit my superiority! I was born to be served. My dream is to have many menservants and maidservants at my beck and call, completely focused on my comfort and my happiness as their only aim. I used to think everyone dreamed of that, but I have found out many buddies actually like to be servants and that they enjoy submitting to me! So, as you said, it’s just a win-win for everyone.
Anyway, I was intrigued by what you said about protector Alphas and destroyer Alphas. I want to be a protector Alpha. That’s how it started with my best friend when we were kids. I defended him by kicking the shit out of the bastards who beat him up. Since then, he follows me everywhere and does everything I tell him. I love that. He’s a good pal and I don’t want anything bad happening to him. But I’m wondering. When my servants kiss my feet, or even just kneel, or simply call me “my prince” or “master”, I feel a wave of energy rise within me. I feel a rush that I don’t quite understand. I don’t know exactly what I want but I feel like I want to hit them, tackle them to the ground, make them beg. Are these the impulses of a destroyer Alpha? Should I worry about this? How do protector Alphas treat their inferiors? I don’t want to hurt them, but in a way I also want to. It’s complicated.
I have no idea how a young Alpha can already have a deep desire to own multiple servants all submitting and serving him. Can this really be an inborn thing? It’s so startling to read those desires from him. It’s like looking into a black hole only to find it looking back at you with a hungry, predatorial look in its eyes!
Tempering that is Alpha Lucas’s expressed hope and desire to become a Protector Alpha. That’s meaningful and admirable. I’m excited to see how he develops that!
Then Alpha Lucas shared a recent experience that showed off how he’s dealing with the Protector and Destroyer sides of his Alpha personality.
I appreciate your answer. I like the challenge of having to manage all my superior male impulses and learn to channel them into being the protector I want to be. Yesterday, I met a fellow boy I challenged to a fight, just for fun. When I pinned him to the ground, I told him “If I wanted to, I could smash your face in and hurt you a lot”. He begged me. I told him I’d spare him if he’d admit that I was the strongest and that I was his master. He complied. I loved the feeling. I helped him up and hugged him. I don’t know if this is something alphas do with their inferiors, but it came naturally to me. That evening, I invited him home to play video games and watch TV. He sat down by himself on the floor at my feet. When he approached the coffee table, I put my feet on his shoulders, like a footrest. He didn’t flinch. I think I’ll make him lick my feet often!
I had a question to ask you, after your e-mail. You dispute that my childhood friend is my friend. Is the master-servant relationship really incompatible with friendship? I still like hanging out with him and I mean him well. Even if I like to boss him around, and he likes to obey me. But I’m not going to kill him and eat him like the farmer does his animals, I’m still going to have fun with him. We just both know our places: I’m the superior one, he’s the inferior, I command, he serves.
With these kinds of experiences and the knowledge he’s rapidly gaining through this site, Alpha Lucas is really beginning to see the real truth of his destined place in Hierarchy:
Yeah, I’m totally in to think of my closest subs as my dogs: my friendly and loyal servants. I’m not looking for equal relationship anyway. The only relationships I know are the ones where I have the power. I most definitely agree that my classmates are all inferiors to me. I’m not one of the leaders of my class: I’m the only one leader. That is why I’m interested by your telling about Alpha pack of Alpha brothers who are “on my level”. I have yet to met a guy I think of as being “on my level”, but I guss there might be some out there. If I remember your diagram, there is hierarchy even among Alphas. I’m pretty sure I’m an Apex if not a God Alpha so if and when I met Alpha brothers, I’ll be a leader. So, even they won’t really be my equals, right?
You see? He understands that he is ascending to the highest heights of Hierarchy!
To that end, I decided to introduce him to Master Dean. Even though Master Dean is weighed down with a lot of personal stuff right now, he graciously decided to heed my call and mentor Alpha Lucas (who is only a couple of years younger). Master Dean in an exceptional teacher, wise beyond his years, and I have no doubt that many of Alpha Lucas’s questions will receive the right answers!
I just wish there was some way I could really describe the unending reign of power and worship I foresee in Alpha Lucas! But I think he’s finally starting to see it for himself!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Since my initial introduction to Master Anthony, I’ve been blessed to continue the conversation and learn much more about both his life and his mindset. He’s proving to be an extraordinary Alpha, blunt and honest like the legendary Master Chad (but less profane!).
In my first follow-up email, I asked Master Anthony if he thought he would keep Fabien or other faggots if he settles down with a female in the future.
I’m not necessarily in the state of mind to plan for the very long term just yet. (Maybe that comes with age?) But I don’t see any reason to dismiss Fabien in the mid or long term! I’m looking forward to having more slaves in the future, I’ve already got quite a few bootlickers and cocksuckers, and I’m sure I’ll always have girls around to adore and satisfy me and guys to serve and worship me (and the other way around!) I definitely want servants around me in the futur, and to keep dating and fucking pretty girls! I was born to have servants, and I was born to fuck.
But I can tell you this: no female is ever going to tell me what to do with my inferiors. When a girl is lucky enough to be chosen by ME to fuck her, she just has to enjoy and to bend to my will. You know, I can be a very kind and affectionate lover, but I expect from my girls to respect my virility and my power. If I can replace you however and whenever I want, shut up or fuck off.
As I told you, I’ve been noticing people’s submissive attitude towards me for a while. But Fabien opened my eyes to the extent of the power I could have over them. As a result, I’ve had guys from university or the gym suck my cock, in a closet or in the showers, in addition to those who lick the soles of my boots or rub my feet in public. I’m not stopping there! I can tell you that this Clément boy, the slave I gifted to my bro Henri, is going to take my dick in his ass. I think it won’t be long before I’m organizing an orgy at home with my best bros. Each of them will have to bring at least one slave to fuck.
I’m really glad I met my little Fabien and moved in with him. What I loved most about your blog was reading all about Fabien’s slavish and passionate love for me. His complete servile loyalty touches me a little, I don’t mind saying it. Right now, as I am writing, he is lying on the floor, my feet on his face, licking them devotedly. My cock is now rock-hard, he’ll have to take care of that!
In reply to that, I mentioned his Alpha hunter instinct and how it applies to females and faggots, but I really wanted to know more about what seemed to be an admission that he now had other faggots sucking him off. To that, he replied:
I absolutely LOVE the hunter analogy. That’s exactly what it is: I’m a predator who stalks prey to subjugate them.
Fabien has indeed been my first male cocksucker. It was after I fucked his throat that I started doing it with my college or gym flunkies. Two other of my closest mates have put their dicks in a submissive guy, the first time under my leadership. I know one of them already has a regular lackey at his own gym sessions. An orgy would be the perfect way to introduce them to ass-fucking! By the end of the year, there won’t be a single pretty girl or beta male left on the campus who hasn’t swallowed a mouthful of sperm from one of us.
Those are the words of a God Alpha rapidly expanding his Kingdom!
Then I asked Master Anthony if he had any difficulty convincing his Alpha Pack brothers to start using faggots. I knew that Master Henri took to using his faggot Clement fairly quickly, but I had little information about the others.
Oh I do notice how much all the inferiors I dominate are very glad to endure my power! I can see Fabien’s obsession with pleasing me, and I can see how desperately happy you are to talk to me! 😀 And I’m perfectly OK with making many people addicted to me and begging to worship and serve me. After all, a king must have subjects!
It was not that hard to lead my straight bros to the sexual use of male slaves. They have always loved to order submissive guys around with me. And they absolutely enjoyed all the evenings at my place with Fabien to serve and entertain us. When I started using Fabien sexually, I first talked to Henri who was immediately interested, so I wanted to initiate him with Fabien. As for the others, they were sometimes taken aback or even reluctant at first, but given Henri’s and my enthusiasm, they soon followed our example when we were having fun with inferiors.
Henri can see how much Fabien’s submission pleases me, so he was delighted to have his own slave. Clément is a shy little student who liked to stick by me in college, complimenting me and doing me favors, and trying to make a place for himself in my group. And in the end, he found his rightful place: at our feet! I was happy to give him to Henri as his personal slave. I think Henri has a lot of fun with him, and they’ve often been in each other’s studios. Of course, Clément is younger and less clever than Fabien. But it’s only natural that the leader of the pack should have the best slave!
Hierarchy is incredible, isn’t it? See how these roles just happen naturally and predictably? Like little Clement, desperate to be a part of Master Anthony’s life, but eventually finding his place as a servant to powerful young Alphas … we all have a proper place!
I’m just grateful that Master Anthony has embraced his power at the top of the Hierarchy. His bracing honesty and insight – combined with his natural physical perfection – make him an exciting new King to watch and serve!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s honestly incredible how far Benjamin’s service relationship with his former friend/current Master has progressed! Before Benjamin used my “Letter To An Alpha”, he was friends with a glorious Alpha. But as soon as he read that letter, Benjamin’s friend turned on him and took absolute control of him! Insane!
But predicting what an Alpha might do is much like trying to predict the path of a tornado!
In my last update, I casually wondered aloud about how Benji’s Master explains Benji’s presence to the females he fucks all the time. Certainly he would need to say SOMETHING when a naked faggot enters their bedroom to serve them breakfast, right?
Fortunately Benjamin read that and sent me the following explanation that greatly illuminates exactly what kind of Master he serves:
When you posted my last update you had a passing wonder of what Master tells the women he fucks. I think it is a bit of a shock for them when an almost naked (Master has me wear a pair of briefs in front of this company) guy enters the room with bacon and eggs. He simply tells them “this is my fag, he made us breakfast”. It has happened 4 or 5 times, and all bar twice they have just shut up. One of them thanked me for the breakfast, and was told off by Master because you shouldn’t thank a faggot for doing its job. The other girl told Master off for calling me a faggot and refused to eat the food. Master kicked her out immediately, blocked her and I was permitted to have the food I prepared her in my bowl that morning. I should also say, he checked in with me that day too to make sure I was OK, which was very appreciated.
If you or other readers have any other questions, either from interest or for educational purposes for Masters or faggots, please ask them.
WOW!
Benjamin’s Master must be insanely secure and self-assured to be able to react so defiantly in favor of his ownership of faggots! Even my straight Masters, as secure as they were, still referred to me as their “friend” around others! But Benjamin’s Master doesn’t care what anyone else thinks! I LOVE IT!
I also love how he kicked out the one female for throwing a hissy fit over his use of the word “faggot”! That’s dominance!
But in the midst of all of that testosterone-fueled bravado, there is that little sliver of tenderness: Master asked Benjamin if he was emotionally okay in performing his duties as his faggot! I must tell you, sweet moments like that from a Master have carried me far in my career as a faggot. I’m sure Benjamin was thrilled and touched to the core when his Master deigned to check on his lowly faggot’s welfare!
For Alphas out there reading this, please consider this Master’s forthright and defiant stance in favor of faggot ownership. Nobody should ever attempt to defy the will of an Alpha, and no Alpha should ever need to bend to the wills of inferiors!
And for my lovely brother Benjamin, I have only praise for him and his devoted service! He picked the right Alpha for sure, and he’s done everything possible to become the faggot he always wanted!
Everyone who endeavors to live Hierarchically should be as proud as Benjamin and his Master!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For nine years I have covered the true stories of straight Alphas using faggots, and for nine years I’ve been told it’s impossible. All these nine years verified for me is that my own experiences with straight Alphas wasn’t just luck or my own personal skill.
Straight Alphas need worship about as much as they need air in their lungs. They crave the sight of an inferior surrendering themselves completely to their power, offering anything just to please them. Alphas love to see how their mere presence bends wills and claims lives. Worship verifies to an Alpha what he knows about himself – that he is a King, not an everyday Man.
Now, women definitely provide some amount of that worship. However, there are always strings attached to that, which causes the Alpha consternation. It’s not really worship if a payment is expected for it; that’s called a paid service, not worship.
This is where faggots come into play for straight Alphas. Unlike women, faggots absolutely understand their true place at the feet of straight Alphas. They give everything to these straight Alphas, obeying completely and working tirelessly to satisfy every demand a straight Alpha makes. But something magical happens when a straight Alpha takes ownership of a 100% devoted and loyal faggot. The completely submissive worship of the faggot begins to excite the straight Alpha in ways even he cannot explain. Much the same way cashmasters become sexually aroused by tributes of money, so too do straight Alphas become sexually aroused by the sight of faggots submitting to them.
And that is why straight Alphas and faggots are and will always link together, drawn by the irresistible magnetic forces of Hierarchy.
The latest (and possibly most dramatic) example of this is the case of a young straight Alpha named Anthony, and his faggot friend who worships him, Fabien.
In my last update, I revealed the beautiful collar Master Anthony gave to his faggot while on his way to fuck another female. The collar had a lovely design that spelled out “Anthony”, in effect acting as a dog tag identifying who owns Fabien. Instantly I knew something was developing inside Master Anthony, some powerful force rising up from within him. I told Fabien this, warning him to be ready for what’s coming next.
To that end, I put a bug in Fabien’s ear, suggesting that it would be so much more impactful if Master Anthony were to place the collar on him personally. Fabien agreed, and so I waited for the result of this plan.
To say it succeeded beyond my wildest dreams would be an understatement so deep it would need a funeral. Here’s what Fabien wrote:
Sam, oh my beloved Sam,I come back to you at last! Anthony’s away at university today, so I can take a moment to try and sum up as best I can what happened on Monday when he came back!
He arrived a little earlier than expected, as lunch was still heating up. He chilled out on the sofa. I shyly went over to him, his wonderful gift in hand. He looked at me, intrigued. “Aren’t you wearing it?” So I knelt down. “Master, I have a favor to beg of you. Would you do me the honor of putting it around my neck yourself? I beg you, sir.”
He grinned cockily. He stood up, took the necklace and tied it around my neck. He grabbed my chin to make me look up at him. “You’re mine,” he said. “I’m yours. My mighty Master. I belong at your feet and I exist to serve you.”
He now looked serious, focused. He took a breath and pulled out his cock. I sucked him fervently. I think I’ve now got the hang of it and I know how to satisfy him! I feel so connected to him, when I look into his eyes, on my knees, his cock and cum in my mouth and his tender but firm hand on the back of my head!
After he ejaculated and I swallowed his manly juice, he stroked my hair. “You’re a good slave.” “I’ll do anything for you.” I saw an intense gleam light up in his eyes. He was getting a hard-on again. Then he lifted me up, and pushed me face down on the sofa. He abruptly pulled down my pants and underwear and… I think you can guess what happened next.
He fucked me. He fucked my ass. His cock was already wet and he wet my hole with a little of his own saliva. His huge cock entered. I barely had time to think about what was happening that I was ass-fucked for the first time in my life!
I have to admit: it hurt quite a lot, but I instantly focused on his pleasure to stay quiet. He fucked me vigorously, even furiously! I heard what sounded like screams of rage! Then he muttered “I’m so superior… I’m the best… I’m the master…” After he came the first time, I stayed still for a few moments while he was catching his breath, and he was soon at it again! And this time, he pinned me to the floor. He put his black leather boot on my head while he fucked me!
I started kissing my pendant with his name on it. Then he said, “Kiss this instead,” and put his boot next to my face, so I could kiss and lick it. He was saying “You’re an inferior male… You’re so inferior to me… You’re my slave… SAY IT!” I did my best to speak clearly. “I am your slave! You’re such an awesome man! You’re a god! I was born to serve you!” He roared! He actually roared!
After three orgasms, he finally slumped on the sofa. He gave me a hand gesture that I understood as an order to serve lunch. He removed his boots and, after serving him, I massaged his socked feet while he ate.
He went away for the afternoon until late that night. When he returned, he fucked me before going to sleep. Then the next morning, after my morning blowjob. Then in the shower. And again on the couch before leaving. And last night. He was in a hurry to leave this morning, so not this time… But I guess I’d better get ready for tonight!
Sam, I think Anthony has reached a new Alpha level… My ass is sore… But my heart is bursting with happiness and gratitude!
Your baby brother has grown up!
Fabien lost his virginity to a young God Alpha!
First of all, I’m so proud of Fabien for everything he has done in service to Master Anthony. He’s literally been the perfect faggot, tiptoeing on a tightrope to impress his incredible King. Fabien has surrendered everything in order to give Master Anthony exquisite service and maximum worship.
And for that slavish devotion, Fabien was finally fucked and bred by Master Anthony’s God Alpha cock!
I must point out that this was not only Fabien’s first time getting fucked, but it was also Master Anthony’s first time fucking a faggot. They both lost a virginity of sorts! But from what Fabien relates here, does it sound like Master Anthony loved fucking a faggot despite being straight? DAMN RIGHT HE DID!
Why is that? Well, like I said in my intro, straight Alphas are turned-on by POWER. Notice what precipitated Master Anthony taking Fabien’s virginity – it was Fabien’s submissiveness and his declarations of devotion! From that came the massive surge of POWER within Master Anthony that made him NEED to breed his faggot and claim it from the inside by marking it with his seed!
The straight Alpha/faggot dynamic is as primal as any in the natural world. Still don’t believe me? You’re not paying attention.
Congratulations to my dear sweet little brother Fabien, and to God Alpha Master Anthony!
I’m a soon to turn 38yo faggot from Rio and I’ve been dealing with this gut wrenching anxiety for a while. I’m a good faggot. I’ve always been, since I was 13 and served my school bullies without questioning or even knowing about what being a fag was(or even gay for that matter, I actually used to think I was bi) or hierarchy. I’ve done basically everything there is to do in the fag book: being used sexually, domestically, taking a good beating, degraded, exposed, used by my straight friends to kill their “curiosity” on how does it feel to be sucked by a guy – and completely aware that I was being used by that, and I was ok with it. I’ve served alphas in locker rooms, public bathrooms, You name it. I even got to be used to take an alphas brother virginity so he could practice with a faggot in order for him to be confident and know what to do with his first girl. I was used by a straight alpha whose girlfriend wanted to see him fucking another guy (and I only got to see that girl at the motel room). I’ve done chastity (by myself). I’ve done findom. I mean… It was never, EVER, a problem finding an alpha to serve.
But maybe I’m living a kinda early midlife crisis of some sort. My looks is not the same as it used to (I’ve always been chubby, but I gained a lot of weight over the last year and a half due to depression – which is being treated and I feel a lot better now, though I tried to take my own life last November).
I just… I feel like this is it for me. I can’t get a guy (not even talking about an alpha, but just A GUY) to use me. And yes, I tried escort services unsuccessfully. It’s like they don’t wanna use me EVEN IF I PAY THEM. And this last part is what seems to hurt me the most, idk.
I’ve always been a very proud and confident fag. And I’m pretty lost and loosing faith about it to be honest with you.
Any advise for me? Is there a point of no return in the life of faggots where we’re just disposable like that?
Hi, brother. Thank you for writing.
I understand your pain! Believe me, I get it. Aging is something everyone goes through, and it’s never pleasant. We lose steps, fall behind, things on our bodies fail, and other parts don’t stay where they used to.
The sad reality is faggots DO have a shelf life sexually … but that shelf life shouldn’t be THIRTY-EIGHT years old, brother. But let’s be honest about things … you’ve let yourself go physically, and we can’t expect Men (especially Alphas) to want to use us sexually if we are out of shape. Men are notoriously visual, and on top of that notoriously hungry for young meat. We can’t expect conditions like those to change for our sakes, right? So we play the game as dictated by the rules in place.
Let’s do a little test, and be honest with yourself: You might not be able to serve 21-year-old Alphas anymore, but what about a 50-year-old Alpha? What was your reaction to that last question? Did you turn up your nose at that suggestion? I know a lot of faggots who would say “Eww gross” or something like that. Do you see how ageism works in the opposite direction?
My point is we need to adjust our thinking and expectations as we age. We aren’t cute little club twinks anymore with our brains fried on poppers or other substances. The parties that seemed neverending definitely have an end. We must change as our bodies and circumstances change.
But my message isn’t one of despair and desolation, brother. You see, when we alter our viewpoint and expectations, other forms of service can replace the old ways we served. For example, take a look at Chadwick (featured here on this site). He hid in the closet HIS ENTIRE LIFE until he got into his SIXTIES before finally being bold enough to try and be useful to Alphas. And you know what? He now serves SIX Alphas domestically and is more fulfilled now than he ever has before!
Chadwick could’ve just given up and reasoned “I’m too old and nobody will fuck me so I guess my life is over.” But he didn’t do that! He adjusted his hopes and expectations, and instead figured out how he can be USEFUL. And sure enough, he discovered that he can, indeed, be very useful!
And so can you! So pick yourself up, shake off the pity party, and get yourself back in the game. You’re too young and definitely too USEFUL to be feeling this despondent!
The following post is part of a thread about Chadwick, a faggot in his sixties who serves multiple Alphas domestically. CLICK HERE to read this thread in chronological order!
My brother Chadwick is such an inspiration. He’s a pure faggot who truly embraced his purpose later in life, and he’s thrown himself into his domestic service with all of his heart and strength! He’s managed to collect a number of powerful Alphas and Alpha couples to serve around the United States, and he diligently and meticulously serves them all with the same level of devotion.
Chadwick recently updated me about his service to one particular Alpha, but what he says at the end really resonated with me:
HI sam,
Just wanted to let you know i had a great day of serving “SeekingEagerSubs.”
Due to a family issue, i had not been able to serve my Master for a month and there was quite a bit of work.
Seven loads of Laundry
Cleaning the bathroom and kitchen
as well as the rest of His Home.
Most importantly, i made sure to greet Him when He came home for Lunch with 7 kisses on each foot.
There is something about special about my Master that not only is he incredibly smart and Driven but He understands me. After a lifetime of feeling misunderstood and out of place there is nothing better than feeling so accepted and safe.
It’s great that this straight Alpha enjoys Chadwick’s service and allows Chadwick to kiss his feet! This arrangement all happened because Chadwick, driven by his need to serve, humbly presented himself to this Alpha! He didn’t just sit around dreaming about it. He made it happen!
But it’s that final sentence I want to highlight: “After a lifetime of feeling misunderstood and out of place there is nothing better than feeling so accepted and safe.” When an Alpha accepts a faggot’s service and starts using it (in any way), the faggot receives a deep contentment arising from the fulfillment of purpose.
But it’s even more than that. As Chadwick mentions, the faggot feels “safe”. Well, it’s because faggots struggle with self-esteem and are often afraid of being discovered and despised for being weak. All a faggot wants to do is serve and please a Man, yet so many morons think that alone is worthy of condemnation.
But when a superior Man – an Alpha – accepts a faggot into his life and starts to use it, the faggot feels a sense of worth – of pride, even. The faggot can point to a great Man and whisper pridefully to itself, “That Man is my Master.”
And that is transformational. From a mentor faggot to an object, an Alpha’s acceptance and use changes everything!
I want to share something that happened last week. I work in a steakhouse and the end of the shift is always the most annoying part because we need to clean everything. One of my coworkers is clearly an Alpha, and this day he was acting properly like one. While me and others were cleaning and making everything he was having a coffee and a snack. At that time I was mad about it, I don’t know why, because I’m a fag and I was in my place in the hierarchy. But the next day I saw a tweet from the profile The Alpha Agenda saying “Work more so an Alpha near you can work less” and I understood that I really shouldn’t be mad, I should be happy to be able to make his life easier. It’s so much better when everyone knows their places!
Very good point, brother. It’s sad that this Alpha probably didn’t consciously understand what you were doing by working harder so he didn’t need to. He was just glad that he got paid to jack around and not do his job.
These kinds of Hierarchical displays often go overlooked, so I’m glad you brought them out! Thank you!
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been such a privilege working with straight Master David, the young French King who approached me a while back about his roommate Vincent. Despite being straight, Master David suspected that Vincent was a faggot who could be owned by him and enslaved.
And sure enough, Master David followed my suggestions and managed to easily submit Vincent. Ever since, Master David has experimented with various aspects of faggot ownership. He’s really grown into an impressive and NATURAL owner of faggots, and he’s truly enjoyed everything he’s experienced as this faggot’s Owner.
Master David’s journey has been chronicled completely here, and one thing I will say about Master David is: he’s honest. He openly discusses what he enjoys about owning a faggot, as well as concerns he might have. He’s completely transparent and open to suggestion.
So over the last couple of weeks I’ve been talking to Master David about using his new faggot sexually. While I don’t think it’s necessary for a straight Alpha to do that, I do think it’s an avenue of worship and service that can really enhance an Alpha’s dominance without altering his sexual preference. I discussed with with Master David, and he was quite honest about his skepticism while also promising to “think about it.”
Well apparently the thinking is over! Master David did it!
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I finally gave it a try. Today I came home, Vincent greeted me, kneeling and kissing my shoes. As always it turned me on very much. And this time, I just decided to give in. I unzipped my pants and I put my hard dick into his mouth. And it was amazing.
I instinctively grabbed his head force him on my dick, something I barely dare to do with girls. He did not complain, quite the contrary. He choked, but when I released him, he quickly got back to the blow job. He sucked me off like his life depended on it. I loudly moaned in delight and it seemed to make him even eager. When I looked down to him, he was looking at me with such adoration in his eyes.
I grabbed his head with both my hands when I came into his mouth. He swallowed everything. He seemed exhausted, and told me in a pleading tone: “How was I, Master?” I told him he was a pretty good cocksucker, probably the best one to have ever sucked my cock. He kissed my balls while muttering “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you so much”. I was already getting a new hard-on! So I grabbed his head and forced him again on my cock until I came for the second time. He swallowed, thanked me again and again and kissed my feet.
He is cooking my dinner right now. I have a hard on just thinking of his eagerness to please me. I think I’m gonna feed him my cum again tonight.
You were right to encourage me to try. It was really, really good. And I don’t feel less of a man after this. Quite the opposite, actually.
INCREDIBLE!
I have preached this intrinsic Hierarchical truth from the mountaintops and until I’m blue in the face: straight Alphas use faggots for sex all the time, and it never makes them gay or changes their sexual preference!
What it DOES do is exactly what Master David mentions here: It makes the straight Alpha MORE POWERFUL! Suddenly the Alpha realizes that ALL humans exist to provide him pleasure and worship! He suddenly begins to understand how a King deserves to live: by being worshiped by ALL of his subjects!
Master David began his ascension, that process an Alpha goes through as he makes advancement in the use of his natural power. Using Vincent as his cocksucker is a huge leap forward in that process. It completely reprograms an Alpha’s mind and changes his worldview. Nothing can ever be the same!
I’m so proud of my glorious Master David! He’s a good, wise, and POWERFUL King!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.
While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.
Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!
Here’s Fabien:
A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.
This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”
I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.
Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!
Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.
But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.
But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!
The effect on Fabien is also profound:
Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
At this point straight Master Anthony has absolutely embraced the ownership of his first faggot, my brave little brother Fabien. Not only that, but Master Anthony has introduced faggot use to his Alpha Pack, with his close Alpha friend Henri making the choice to claim his own faggot, a timid little guy named Clement. These two Alpha Masters are young, hot, and more powerful than other Alphas at their age. They’re living the lives of young Kings who are spending their inheritance early.
It’s always interesting to see how Alphas move once they secure a faggot property. Much of what they do tells us how confident they are, how much they are integrating faggots into their daily life.
Judging by this latest update from Fabien, Master Anthony is absolutely and ecstatically proud of owning a faggot!
I would like to give you some news of my life with Anthony!
I have permanently settled in the kitchen to sleep. I decided to do it myself. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable sleeping in the guest room (my former room), feeling like I was intruding on an alpha’s space. The kitchen is big enough, so I managed to put my desk to work and a lot of my stuff in there. Now it’s clearly become the servant’s quarters. Anthony hardly ever has a reason to go there, after all.
I didn’t want to bother Anthony about it, but he brought it up late one night when he saw me heading for the kitchen after he’d sent me off to sleep. When I explained, he had his delicious smug smile and said “Glad you’re understanding your place in life. Here, a gift to help you sleep!” He took off his dirty socks and threw them at me. I threw myself at his feet to kiss his toes with gratitude. Since then, I’ve slept with his socks on my pillow, kissing them passionately before sleeping. The smell of his feet makes me feel so safe and warm and comfy!
Some routines have evolved. Now, he often has me accompany him to the shower to soap him up, then towel him off from head to toe. And of course, when I’m lucky, he allows me to worship his cock or he even face-fucks me under the shower! Similarly, when he takes a bath, I keep him company by massaging his back and his feet and soaping him up, sometimes friendly chatting with him when he feels like it.
Recently, Henri came to dinner at the flat, accompanied by sweet little Clément. We served them at the table and while they enjoyed themselves on the sofa. Henri dropped his full glass on the floor, and Anthony said, “Leave it, that’s what stooges are for.” Clément and I smiled at each other. We love it when the Men are arrogant and bossy! We had the privilege of sucking their cocks and licking their feet throughout the evening. Poor Clément still had to sleep on the hard floor in the kitchen and not on my futon, on Henri’s orders, but Henri also followed Anthony’s example and gave him his socks to sleep with.
Yesterday, Anthony took me with him to his gym. I followed him all morning, holding his towel, to wipe it off on cue, and his water bottle, which I would refill when necessary. He had his usual friends and acquaintances around, so I stayed quiet and in the background. Seeing him in his natural environment, taking care of his heroic body and receiving the attention and respect of the other men filled my heart with joy and gratitude. I felt truly privileged, as a mortal allowed to silently serve a god on Mount Olympus.
In the changing room before the shower, I couldn’t resist begging him to let me breathe his armpits. For a moment, I was afraid I’d overstepped my place (according to his rules, I’m allowed to beg him for favors, but I do it as little as possible, if at all, well aware that it’s all about him and his desires). But he looked at me smugly and revealed his armpit, saying “Enjoy, boy!” And of course, I went with him to the individual shower to soap him up, suck his cock and towel him off!
I’m living a dream. I am very busy and often exhausted, but every time my Master gives me a satisfied smile, a thumbs up or, better still, ruffles my hair or says ‘Good boy’, I know I’m living the life I was meant to live! As long as Anthony is happy, I am filling my purpose and I know my existence is justified!
And I owe all of this largely to YOU, my big brother Sam! I’ll never thank you enough!
Bravo!
The thing that really sets Master Anthony apart from other faggot owners at his age is his infectious joy when using Fabien. He seems to truly love owning this little faggot who does everything he commands. He’s not afraid to share this joy with his faggot like so many less-secure Alphas do, those Alphas who think Alphahood can only be expressed through brutality and hate.
Master Anthony already knows better than these other Alphas. He knows that he doesn’t need to scream and yell and get violent to be superior to Fabien or any faggot. He just IS SUPERIOR, and this knowledge fills him with a quiet strength and confidence that comes through even as transmitted by Fabien.
Can you see the difference?
I’m unbelievably proud of my little Fabien. He gave his heart and life to Master Anthony in the trust and belief that he would be safe kneeling at his feet, and that faith has led to an enviable and fulfilled life as the faggot of a great young Alpha!
Think about this: All that has happened here – Master Anthony’s acceptance of faggot worship, Master Henri’s discovery of faggots, and Clement’s fulfillment as Henri’s slave – happened because one little faggot named Fabien had the courage to submit and serve!
One faggot can make all the difference by being true to itself and serving with an honest, open heart!
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Every straight Alpha who discovers the truth about Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots is faced with a dilemma. Will he reject/ignore the services of the faggot, or will he explore/embrace the services of the faggot?
There are a variety of factors that determine which way a straight Alpha will lean, but the most important one is this: how confident/powerful is the Alpha?
Truly powerful straight Alphas find the use and ownership of faggots to be irresistible. Faggots give these Men the kind of worship and slavish devotion they cannot receive from their females or really anywhere else, and it’s this kind of worship that grows power within the Alpha. He starts to see himself as something more than a mere Man, but rather a King, a god.
Like I said, it’s an irresistible opportunity.
Master David discovered that his roommate Vincent is actually a faggot and he recently took ownership of him. One thing that really stood out to me from that initial experience was Master David’s rock hard cock that resulted from having his feet worshiped by Vincent. It got Master David so worked up that he later masturbated. Keep in mind this has nothing to do with Master David’s sexual orientation, but rather it has everything to do with his need for POWER as a young Alpha.
When I concluded my recap of Master David’s first experience, I encouraged him to explore the sexual use of faggots. While I didn’t really expect him to do anything right away, I knew it would open his mind to all of the possibilities now ahead of him.
Possibilities like this:
It has been two days since Vincent submitted to me as my slave and I must say you’re right: I just fucking LOVE the feeling of power! I had Vincent sniff my armpits after gym and he was so desperately thankful, he couldn’t stop saying “thank you master, thank you so much, thank you, my master…” I have made him lie on his back and I cleaned my feet on his face, he was in ecstasy! And when I was lying on the couch, he licked my feet all evening, it was incredible! I had no idea my feet were such an erogenous zone, it was delicious, I loved it!
Also, I told Vincent that from now on, I was not going to lift a finger to clean the house or to run errands. He replied cheerfully, “Of course, master! Your time is too precious to waste on such menial tasks! I’ll take care of everything for you, master, just tell me what you want, your desires are my commands!”
It feels just unreal and magical. That boy is willing to endure any humiliation and do any chore just for my pleasure and my comfort! And just because he thinks I’m hot and strong and smart! That’s crazy! I love to be a king!
I absolutely love the fact that Master David took my advice to scent train his faggot! Alphas often fail to appreciate the power of their scent. They think they stink, but to inferiors with the genetic receptors (like faggots), their scent is almost sweet and highly addictive. Once a faggot has fully imprinted on its Alpha’s scent, that imprinting lasts a lifetime.
I also think it’s great that Master David is enjoying the foot worship of his faggot. Feet ARE an erogenous zone, but it’s more than just physical sensation that makes it so hot. It’s a submissive act to kiss and lick another person’s feet, so when a faggot does this to a straight Alpha he suddenly feels like royalty!
Master David added a little something at the end of his message to me that makes me feel like he’s eager to try more with his new slave:
I’m reflecting on what you say about using him sexually. It is true that all that power is arousing me so very much. I have a hard on just thinking of it. I guess it doesn’t make me gay if I’m the one who penetrates but isn’t being penetrated… I’ll think about it.
Very revealing! I love Master David’s honesty and transparency as he grows and expands his power! If he decides to fuck his faggot’s throat or ass, I cannot wait to hear how he feels then!
Regardless, faggot ownership is improving Master David’s life daily, and it’s helping him become what he was born to be: A KING!
It’s odd, really, that it’s mainly straight Alphas who seem to understand how to properly use faggots more than gay Alphas.
I think it might be due to the fact that gay Alphas still think of faggots as being an equal part of the kink spectrum, rather than what we are: a completely separate and unique wing of Hierarchy. Faggots are not merely submissive. We are born slaves, born to be used.
Straight Alphas understand it and accept a faggot’s natural inferiority. Gay Alphas act like it’s a choice.
However, there are some gay Alphas who get it. One is Master @chilldom360. He’s a young, hot, very dominant and fearless Alpha who has faggots peppered around the world thanks to findom.
But he uses them for more than money. Here’s a bit taken from his X feed that demonstrate his usage of his faggots.
i am a 23 year old faggot who has been in service to my Master Damien for more than two years. In those two years, my Master has taught me what being a slave to an Alpha Top should be. He has allowed me to do His laundry, clean His apartment, cook His meals, run is errands, detail His car. i am sure that you get the idea.. He keeps me satisfied as His fuck puppet also. He is forceful sexually and insatiable. He has made my life as His slave joyful. i can think of nothing i would want to with the rest of my life than to be His servant.
Here’s the problem: He is being reassigned to a different city for His job and He has made it clear that He is not going to take me with Him. i cannot understand how He could just brush off my devoted service and my worshipful devotion to Him. What is a faggot to do?
Brother, thank you for writing!
I’m so sorry that this is happening! It’s definitely one of the hazards of being a faggot, and if you asked me it’s the worst aspect about it. It’s heartbreaking, but it’s also confusing as well.
Since I was owned by straight Alphas during my fag “career”, I ended up needing to be dismissed because my Masters fell in love and got married (to females, naturally). It killed me every time, of course, but the first couple of times hurt much more because I was inexperienced with controlling my emotions. I’d come out of being a fag slut and discovered how wonderful (and more fulfilling) it was to be owned and trained by an Alpha, so I was desperate to cling to those Masters (they were incredible Men, too).
But with my next couple of Masters I had developed myself emotionally to the point that I had a very philosophical, “serve in the moment” focus that helped me remain more detached and accepting of these kinds of losses.
I guess I’m giving you a long-winded version of a “time and experience heals all wounds” speech, brother. Master Damien gave you the experience of a lifetime, and he shaped you into the wonderful faggot you are today. But he’s far from the only great Alpha Master out there. Your next Master is going to be one lucky Alpha, indeed!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.
Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.
And sure enough, I was right again.
This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:
Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!
When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.
So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!
(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)
Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!
Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.
I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!
Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.
How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.
Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.
“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!
One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.
When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.
I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.
The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.
I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!
Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.
Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.
Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!
What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!
First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.
For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!
And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!
When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!
Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:
It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!
That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!
I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!
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!
A couple of days ago I published this post about an ultimatum Master Steve gave to his new faggot Mike. The ultimatum involved two choices that Master Steve presented to Mike and told him to choose his destiny:
1. the first option was Master Steve would cage Mike in private. Mike would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with Mike. Mike would only be allowed to watch Master Steve have sex with other fags.
2. The second option would be Master Steve hosting a caging party; he would invite his three closest friends, Mike could make it public knowledge to them that he was Master Steve’s fag, and that Mike was wanting to be locked. He would lock Mike in front of them. And then Mike could serve them drinks that night. After they left, he said he would allow Mike to drink his piss and fuck and breed him every time they were together over the next two weeks.
In that post I made it very clear that I was recommending the second option. I felt it was obvious what Master Steve really wanted his faggot to choose. I believed Master Steve wanted to show off his new, obedient faggot to his Alpha brothers, cage it in front of them so they could admire it, and then spend two glorious weeks breeding it like a King. After all, that’s the glorification all Alphas want.
Sadly, Mike allowed his ego to get in the way, and he chose the wrong option. I’ll let him tell it.
It was an emotional night. I feel exhausted.
I hadn’t heard from him since he hung up on me Friday, so I showed up at his house around 6 PM like usual. He was on the couch, feet up on the coffee table in long socks, playing video games, acting like nothing had happened. I was nervous, waiting for him to say something first. He just asked how my day was, like everything was normal. It caught me off guard.
I asked why he hadn’t messaged me back. He said there was no reason to there was nothing to discuss. I tried to bring up our options again, but he just said no.
Then he told me I had free will to make my own choices, but his needs would always come first. He said sometimes he’d push me, challenge me, guide me where he thought was best for my growth. Other times, like now, he’d let me decide so I could have a stake in the relationship. But choices always come with rewards and consequences. Then, just like that, he went back to his game.
I stood there quietly, then started telling him about my conversation with you and the advice you gave. He cut me off, saying he didn’t care for what you faggots talk about and that at the end of the day, I was going to have to live with the consequences, not anyone else. But then he added that if I were smart, I’d start taking advice from someone. The choice I made was selfish on my part, all I thought about was me. He said I keep forgetting his needs and priorities are always first. He said you think this was the easy way out, but trust me it was the harder way, but you will soon find out.
I was speechless. Then he said, Enough of this. Get me something to drink.
As I turned to head to the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Gary, someone I couldn’t stand. The kind of fag who’s always trying to get into someone else’s boyfriend’s pants. Before I could say anything, he asked if Steve was home.
Steve must’ve overheard because he called out, Yeah, let Gary in.
At this point in time, Master Steve stood up pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and said come here, Gary you fucking fag, suck my dick. Of course Gary got on his knee and started sucking his dick. At this point time Master Steve looked at me and just simply said I thought you were getting me something to drink. I was completely speechless. I was fuming mad, but went in there and got him something to drink. I handed Master Steve the drink. And he said watch how good this faggot does. In typical Master Steve style, just before he was going to cum he told Gary to open up his mouth and stick out his tongue. He began to blow his load in his mouth and some landed on his cheek. He took his cock, rubbed it on his cheek, told him to swallow his load and clean off his cock. He did and then he told him to open his mouth, he cleared his throat and spit in his mouth. He just said OK faggot it’s time for you to go. Gary being the piece of shit could tell I was mad, he just simply looked at me and said bye sweetie. Of course I wanted to scream.
Master Steve said damn he gave a good blow job, I may have to fuck him one day. He said OK it’s time for us to go take a shower and get dressed to go to dinner.
He didn’t really act mad at me, but things felt off. I kept replaying what had happened in my mind. I was upset and jealous. But I knew I only have myself to blame.
That night we went to bed as usual. When I woke up the next morning to make his breakfast, as I started to get out of bed he woke up at the same time and said oh btw here put this on. It was the Chastity, I thought he might have forgotten. It was much tighter fitting than I had imagined. The feel wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I’m sure it’s going to be worse over the next few hours and days.
When I brought him the breakfast, I noticed he was up reading his phone. I kneeled like I normally do after I put his food on the table. And he said, could you just hand it to me in bed? I ask him did he need to relieve himself and he said no pissed in the toilet already. He said don’t forget I’m cut off of piss, dicks, and loads two weeks. So don’t ask again. I was crushed.
We went about our morning routines and then he said he was going to be out for the rest of the day. He said straighten up this place it’s a mess and do the laundry. And don’t wait up for him tonight.
To be honest, I have so many thoughts going on right now. Why am I allowing this? What’s he out doing and who is he doing? Am I being truly selfish as he said? Why does he want me caged and why is so important to cage me in front of his friends? Should I text him to come home and talk? Do I need to set some ground rules for our relationship? Do i simply go home? So many thoughts, I just feel drained and so frustrated already in this cage.
Now, Mike made the wrong choice for sure. Master Steve was clearly upset that his faggot didn’t get the point of the exercise, and even though he got good service from another faggot, it’s still not as satisfying as what he wanted to happen.
But how about that last paragraph???
That last paragraph is a CATASTROPHE of faulty faggot thinking! Every wrong impulse is crammed into it, and if Mike were to do any of those things, Master Steve would cut him off at the knees and dump him out along the side of the road.
So instead of that happening, I did that for Master Steve. I lacerated Mike in a long email, screaming through text that faggots don’t make demands or ultimatums or threats to an Alpha. Faggots don’t have the right to become indignant and demand special treatment. Mike is a FAGGOT, not a lover, partner, or even a friend.
I don’t know if Mike did anything stupid, because I haven’t heard back from him after I pulverized him. Hopefully he learned a lesson, but I’m not optimistic.
I do think Mike is handicapped because he was once a Top. This has conditioned him to expect certain treatment that he’s no longer entitled to as the property of an Alpha.
ALL FAGGOTS, RE-READ THAT AWFUL PARAGRAPH! LEARN FROM IT!
The following post is part of a thread about Chadwick, a faggot in his sixties who serves multiple Alphas domestically. CLICK HEREto read this thread in chronological order!
Truly one of the more inspirational stories I’ve uncovered since my return is that of my brother Chadwick, the older faggot who has excelled as a domestic faggot for multiple Masters around the United States. Word has spread among Alphas, and Chadwick’s highly-detailed and thorough service has become a desirable commodity for them.
Which just proves something I’ve always preached: be useful, and Alphas will make use of you.
I’ve had a couple of questions regarding what domestic service looks like, so I asked Chadwick if he’d kindly write up an experience.
But instead of just doing that, Chadwick wrote up how he found another Master to serve in addition to the service he provides.
Here’s what he wrote:
HI Sam,
Here is a recent service that i completed for my Master “seeking Eager subs” on Recon.
i have been serving Master AKA “Seeking Eager subs” on Recon for over a year once or twice a month. My service is 98% cleaning and laundry. Master bakes a lot. His Kitchen is always in need of service.
Upon arrival if Master is Home. i kiss His feet as a show of my respect for His Alphaness and my obedience.
i do His Laundry, including Sheets, Blankets, Towels, Bath Mats, etc. Everything is taken downstairs to His Apartment’s Laundry Room where five or six loads of Laundry is completed..
Clean and sanitize His Bathroom It is very important to make sure Master’s Bathroom is not only sparkling clean, but germ free.
Clean and Sanitize His Kitchen. There are Kitchen Gadgets,Dishes, Glasses, Silverware,.Counters, outside of Appliances and Cabinets all needed to be cleaned. If something has spilled inside His Oven, that is cleaned too.
Once i have finished cleaning HIs Bathroom and Kitchen, the Floors are mopped.
Dust and clean all of His Window Sills and Furniture.
Make His Bed with clean sheets and Blankets
Vacuum all of the Floors and Carpets.
Take all of His Trash and Recycling down to the Trash Room.
If His Blinds or Windows are dirty, They are cleaned.
Upon Finishing service, if Master is Home, thank Him and leave.
I am usually there serving Master from six to seven Hours.
That’s a lot of work, isn’t it? But notice how Chadwick doesn’t skip steps or take shortcuts, but he’s thorough and worshipfully detailed with every step of his process.
It’s exactly how an Alpha Master deserves to be treated!
I can see why Chadwick, despite his advanced age, is still able to find so many Alphas to serve!
