It’s a holiday today, and I’m home alone, tidying up before Declan gets back from work. Honestly, it sucks that he had to go in today—I was hoping we’d get to spend the day together. I didn’t expect him to come home on his lunch break, but he did. I had the music playing loud while I vacuumed and didn’t hear the door open.
Next thing I knew, he was behind me—his surprise made me yelp so loud I nearly dropped the vacuum. He just laughed and said with a smirk, “Good housewife, cleaning up while I’m out making money.”
Still catching my breath, I asked, “What are you doing home, babe?”
He leaned in close and replied, “There’s a new guy at work. Hot as hell. I’ve been hard all morning just looking at him. I came home to put on some tighter underwear—don’t need everyone noticing.”
Before I could reply, he took my hand and said, “Come with me.” There was a glint in his eye I knew all too well.
He led me to the room where he keeps the jail cell —our little shared secret. “Shhh,” he whispered. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he locked one end of a hinged cuff around my balls and the other to the cold iron bar. My hands followed, restrained together in front of me to the bars. I was now kneeling, unable to move without a very noticeable consequence. He took my phone and placed it near by and turned my camera on and said: “Use your watch and turn your camera on to film yourself if you want or don’t. I don’t care”
Declan stepped back smiling. “Move too much, and you’ll feel it,” he warned, brushing his hand down my cheek. “I’m going to the living room to watch some porn and blow a load. I might make a bit of a mess—something for you to deal with after I leave.”
I heard him walk off, and then the unmistakable sounds of moans and motion coming from the other room. I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch—only listen. Time slowed to a crawl. Ten minutes later, he returned, casually unfastened the cuffs, and with a satisfied tone said, “Clean the carpet before I get back,” he said, licking his thumb and brushing it across my bottom lip. “I left you something to remember me by.”
Seconds later, the door shut behind him.
I wish I could say I was strong enough to resist, but I didn’t even think to take a picture for all of you. I just cleaned it up… maybe a little more intimately than I should have as I admit I took a few licks.
Does that make me pathetic licking his cum from the carpet?
All I know is… I’m still aching for him.
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An update of my situation dealing with my previous hometown friend. I appreciate the advice you gave but just wanted to give some clarification I don’t think I ever saw myself as an alpha even tho I was a vers top I just saw myself between an alpha and beta-dom just unlabeled until this point in time.
Since college ended for me I returned to my hometown for the summer where he’s no longer my neighbor but still not too far away. When I got back I actually ran into his mom at the grocery store and found out he’s actually going to the college I just finished. It gave me the perfect excuse to dm him because I was honestly stressing on how to casually text him after so long of not keeping contact.
So i ended dming him about college and we just caught up for a while him asking about my college and me asking how high school has been since I left and actually got to making plans to hang out for a family dinner. Eventually, I mentioned how I saw his gym pic and how hes so lean and muscular and that he should train me at the gym since he has a better physique and looks stronger than me now. His response caught me off guard as said “Man yk I’ve been stronger than you since I was 14 remember when I beat your ass when you were a senior lmao” but played it off as a joke. I took your advice and agreed with him saying it definitely taught me a lot about myself before he asked what I meant. I didn’t elaborate on this in my first question but despite being a vers top a lot of the bottoms I fucked were power bottoms. Even though I didn’t like being degraded or dominated I realize now that after that moment in high school I subconsciously took a more passive role or at least less aggressive role in sex and also a lot of rope play I think came from me being bound the first time.
I didnt tell him all this yet but just said that it brought up submissive feelings in me where I liked helping other people achieve what they needed. He probed further and asked me if that meant I just liked being a loser. I admitted that I felt that way in his presence and he left me on read before texting me to go over to his place to talk out of no where. I was curious so I did when I arrived he immediately kicked me down and chokeholded me before moving onto different positions making me tap out multiple times. By the fifth time or so I finally caught my breath to ask what this was for and he said thus is what you wanted right and he’s doing this because he enjoys the thrill of making another man submit to him. At the end he had me bow down to him and verbally say that he was a better man than i could ever be. Before I left he said he had heard of guys liking being dominated from his friends and found it kind of hot that he had someone older he used to look up to be groveling at his feet.
We haven’t talked more as I think I am and he is figuring out what to make of all this. I won’t lie I still think I might be a top but just him specifically makes me so submissive and while his physique is impressive it isn’t the best yet I literally can’t stop staring at his abs. Is there anything I can do to proceed to let him know what more he can do.
Thank you for following up on your previous question!
I commend you for trying some of what I suggested to you! I’m sure it wasn’t easy!
The last time we spoke, I said this:
“So i recommend that you write to him (you could call too, possibly) and feel him out. Be complimentary about his physique, and toss in some commentary about that incident. Be complimentary about his power, and hint that it was a major turning point in your life. Chances are, he’ll pick up that hint and want to know why.
At this point, you’ll need to be a little brave and admit that the incident awakened submissive feelings in you. If he’s Alpha (as I suspect), he will pick that up and run with it.”
Obviously I nailed it. This is almost exactly what happened! In fact, he was straight-up telling you this when he said he “found it kind of hot that someone he looked up to would be groveling at his feet”. In fact, I think that entire final episode when he called you to come over and he wrestled you multiple times and asked you probing questions about your feelings was the opportunity he was giving you to admit what you are. The fact that he told you his Alpha friends have been talking to him about guys like you is a HUGE sign that he was probing you!
Even though you did a good job in telling him his presence made you feel submissive, you held back too much. He was looking for something more explicit. When you didn’t outright confirm what he thinks you are (a faggot), he didn’t feel like he should push it. However, I do firmly believe (based on what you said happened) that he did, in fact, want you to admit to him that you’re a faggot.
You just didn’t take the chance.
It’s not over with if you still want to serve him. I want you to start a conversation with him (either text or voice) to tell him that you’d like to talk to him about your last encounter. When he invites you over, you kneel and kiss his feet. Ignore the resistant voices in your head and do it. He obviously wants this, and you’re going to give this to him. He’s going to ask about this, and you’re going to tell him that his power made you realize you’re a faggot. USE THE WORD, BE SPECIFIC.
He’s going to know exactly what to do with you then. I promise.
You can keep telling yourself whatever you want to believe about what you thought you were in the past. That’s all gone now. He’s a much more powerful Alpha – a true Alpha – and you need to finally submit to him and offer yourself.
Anyone who reads my stuff or listens to my podcast or follows any of my other social media knows that I have something of a controversial perspective on rape and forced sex.
There’s no doubt my opinions on the subject are heavily colored by my own rape at the age of 19/20 years old. Honestly, I feel my rape helped me to clarify a truer and deeper understanding of the hierarchical forces fueling rape. I better appreciate the way such experiences sculpt hierarchical dominance, as well as force acceptance of purpose into faggots and other inferiors.
I’m not justifying rape, mind you. I’m simply saying that it explains hierarchical mechanics in a raw, unfiltered way.
For every person who criticizes what I say about rape and forced sex, there are countless others like Mark who discover the truth of what I teach here and tell me their stories.
Listen to Mark’s eloquent words:
Dear Brother Sam, As a devoted reader of your writings and a man who identifies with the submissive role you so eloquently describe, I feel compelled to share my personal journey of transformation and the profound impact it has had on my life. Your work has inspired me to reflect on my experiences with clarity and gratitude, and I hope my story honors the hierarchy you illuminate.
In my younger years, I was still exploring my identity and desires, uncertain of my place in the world. I sought out the company of older, dominant men, yearning to serve them in intimate ways. My focus was never on my own pleasure but on the fulfillment I found in submitting to their desires. I would often reflect on these encounters later, savoring the memories in private moments. During this time, I lived a double life—outwardly dominant in my professional and married life, yet inwardly craving the release of surrendering control. I pursued these encounters without protection, fully aware of the risks, driven by an urge to submit that I could not ignore.
Everything changed through an experience orchestrated by a trusted dominant friend, a real estate salesman who had guided me in similar encounters before. Without my prior knowledge or consent, he arranged for me to meet another man, a real estate broker, at a property listed for sale. Such arrangements were not unfamiliar, as my friend and I had shared intimate moments in empty homes before. I arrived at the back door of the house as instructed, and the broker welcomed me inside, leading me to an upstairs bedroom where a bed remained.
As we entered the room, the broker’s demeanor shifted. He seized me with intensity, kissing me with a commanding force that left me breathless. I offered no resistance, my body responding instinctively to his dominance. He began to undress me with urgency, tearing my clothing in a way that left it unusable. Overwhelmed, I surrendered completely, unable to resist his authority. He was a tall, slender man, and though I was accustomed to larger partners, his approach was unlike anything I had experienced. He entered me with a fierce determination, each movement accompanied by a powerful declaration of his intent. For a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of resistance, but it quickly dissolved into overwhelming pleasure. I was consumed by the experience, my body and mind yielding entirely to him. Tears welled up as waves of ecstasy and surrender washed over me—it felt natural, profound, and deeply fulfilling.
Afterward, to my surprise, he held me gently, offering words that resonated deeply: “It’s alright, you’ve been claimed as you needed to be. Now you know your place.” His tenderness contrasted with his earlier intensity, leaving me both comforted and transformed. He left abruptly, and I never saw him again, yet his words and actions marked a turning point in my life.
In the aftermath, I noticed a profound shift within myself. My desires realigned entirely, and I no longer found fulfillment in the intimate moments I once shared with women, including my wife. My thoughts and dreams became consumed with serving men, embracing my true nature. This experience—what I now understand as a moment of profound submission—freed me to live authentically, to embrace my identity as a submissive man with pride and clarity.
I am forever grateful for this transformation, which allowed me to understand and accept my deepest desires. Brother Sam, your writings have given me the language and courage to celebrate this journey and to honor the hierarchy that guides us. Thank you for your wisdom and for creating a space where men like me can feel whole and understood.
With utmost respect and gratitude, brother mark,
Isn’t this experience amazing?? This Alpha literally forced Mark to take his cock and his load, cunting him in the process and reducing him to tears, and then actually vocalizes his intent by saying, “now you’ve been claimed as you needed to be. Now you know your place”!!
You see, ALPHAS UNDERSTAND THIS INSTINCTIVELY. They know that subs and faggots need to be broken, by force if necessary. They need to impose their will in order to help the sub or faggot embrace their deeper hierarchical needs.
That’s what happened to Mark, and that’s why Mark broke down and cried after it happened. He wasn’t crying from being traumatized … he was crying because of the exhilaration of being set free!
We faggots should thank Alphas who take us this way, who force us to take their ruts and their nuts in aggressive, dominant ways. We should be grateful when they cunt us through violation.
It might be terrifying in the moment, but in the end we are overjoyed with a richer understanding of our place in hierarchy. It’s like someone born colorblind trying out Enchroma glasses for the first time and breaking down in tears at the wonder of true vision!
The Alphas who cunt you through rape and force are the hierarchical version of those Enchroma glasses. They force you to see yourself through hierarchical lenses, and the world will never look the same!
Hi Sam, I think this is my final update at least for a while, but I wanted to say thank you for helping and really drillling the idea that I am fag into my brain I can finally admit that to myself and my friend now. I never thought I’d be here serving someone else but after my experience I think it’s my true calling.
Taking your advice I decided to seek out my friend for the first time instead of waiting for him to approach me. I greeted him in the morning by being on my knees and asked if I could worship him or serve him. I think he enjoyed seeing me finally truly submit because he let me immediately smell his pits and massage his body and had this cocky grin that turned me on so much. He forced me to look at him again this time and said straight to me “so are you ready to accept your place as a faggot” and I found myself saying “yes sir” without him needing to ask further. I will admit it took a minute before I could say “I am a faggot” and “I am your faggot Sir” because it’s just been such a difficult journey to change my mind and worldview but he was clearly satisfied by my responses telling me “you’re such a good fucking boy” and I felt free after that moment. But what made me realize it was the correct choice was actually what happened after. You know it’s been a difficult process getting to admit who I am and I had a small breakdown after I admitted who I was because I felt like such a failure that my parents sent me to college and I ended up becoming a fag. But he was so reassuring saying “I’m proud of you man and I know your parents are proud of you too and I got you no matter what.” It really helped in that moment that despite him being such a dominant alpha he was willing to give me so much support. Even when I talked about more of my concerns he listened and also promised me he wouldn’t tell anyone and that we could still be bros outside while I served him at home. I think I just needed reassurance and he provided it to me and showed me what a true alpha was like. At the end he gave me a treat of letting me lick and worship his feet for the first time and I never thought I have a foot fetish but he has completely turned me. All I could think about was how dirty and sweaty his feet were but I was so hard while licking them and sucking his toes like all that mattered was his pleasure. My addiction to his feet is so sudden and big now that I stole one of his gym socks and have been sniffing it continuously since then. I don’t know where everything will go since there’s so much for me to figure out especially with how my image is as a masculine guy turned fag. But I’m happy to say that I finally figured out this route is probably the best for me and I’m so happy to serve my friend. Thank you for leading me down the right path.
This is another follow-up to a previous question. I’ve assembled them into a thread … you can read them in chronological order by CLICKING HERE!
YAY! I’m so proud of you for finally submitting to this incredible straight Alpha! You followed my advice to a “T” and it worked beautifully!
You know how I know you’re a natural-born faggot? Because you love worshiping feet! Admitting our truth leads us to discoveries about ourselves that we never imagined to be possible before! That’s why the crux of everything I teach here involves being honest with both ourselves and others! Once we do that, amazing things happen!
Speaking of honesty, it’s time for me to be honest with you, brother. This straight Alpha you’re now serving contacted me a couple of weeks ago and told me he thought your questions to me were about him!!! Ever since then I’ve been talking to him about his life as a straight Alpha and his experiences with faggot ownership, in addition to advising him on how he can take possession of you!!
At practically the same time as you sent me this question, your Master emailed me to tell me about this very same event and how thrilled he was by your honesty and humility!
And let me tell you this: your new Master is one of a kind. He’s whip-smart, thoughtful, dominant, funny, and extremely powerful. I say this with confidence: he’s a natural-born Protector Alpha. I’ve cherished my correspondence with him.
He’s the type of Alpha and Master that EVERY FAGGOT ON EARTH would die to serve … but you are the one he’s chosen!!
With that in mind, humble yourself and offer him everything without question! He knows what you are and accepts that. He wants to own you and guide you to become what you are truly meant to be!
Straight Alphas like him are so rare that they make unicorns seem like an infestation. You are one of the luckiest faggots alive to have this opportunity! Give him 1000% of your devotion and worship!
This whole mess will be graduating to a major thread on this site now that Master has given me permission to reveal the truth! Brother Mason, please start writing to me directly at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!
I’ve been coming to terms recently with the fact that I am a faggot. Because of your website, you’ve inspired me and now I’m interested in locking my penis up in a chastity cage to start my fag journey, but I don’t know where to start.
Do you have any recommendations for where I can start looking for a good quality cage? Or do you have any yourself that you personally prefer and would recommend to other fellow fags? Any other tips or tricks for a good- fitting cage?
Thanks so much!
Hi brother! Thank you for the question!
Congratulations on accepting your faghood and for considering chastity! I think you’re on the verge of something wonderful and fulfilling!
My very best advice for newbies to chastity is that you should find a cheap silicone cage (Amazon has several) in order to find the right size for you (sizing isn’t as easy as it seems) without spending a bunch of money. Theoretically at that price point you could buy a couple of sizes and find the best fit.
Once you get accustomed to wearing it and you’ve found a good size, you can invest in something sturdier and cleaner, like stainless steel.
I recommend that you shave the entire area and keep it free of hair; that will make it more comfortable. And you can use talc or something like that to prevent chaffing.
I hope it goes well with you on your new journey! Chastity will change everything for you, I promise!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
If you’ve been following the true stories about Master Toople’s conquests, you know that he’s a voracious breeder of faggots. He has a giant dick and balls that produce overwhelming loads, and coupled with his massive musculature he becomes a Terminator robot of relentless breeding.
But Master Toople is a true Master, and he understands the art of faggot manipulation.
Ask any faggot, and they will say the same thing – they LOVE a Master that can get inside their head and manipulate them into discovering new depths of their own submission. That’s why hypno audio/video files are so popular, and why popper drains are practically begged for by faggots in findom.
Well, Master Toople shared an experience he recently had with a faggot that started out as a non-sexual encounter.
You would like how I hynoed and overloaded one of my fags senses through just smell and sight. Like all my trained fags, he was ready to serve and worship when I arrived at the gym, but why not test his impulse, I thought. I gave him my commands; he was not to touch, feel, lick, or talk, only to see and smell.
Through the two hours gym session, I teased him. Push his head between my legs so he could smell my musk and pre and remnants of earlier loads today. Spread my legs where he hovered just under my bulge, staring right at my cock bulged out and taking in deep breaths. Looking back at my eyes and back to my bulge. Halfway, I would take out my cock and let it hang over his face, and even when my pre dripped on him, he obeyed my command not to lick. His gaze turned more and more stupefied and his breathing got more erratic, just from staring and smelling my cock for two hours.
You might be thinking, how was I able to hold back my alpha aggressiveness and virile instinct to fuck him. The very act that my cocks presence was enough to overwhelm his senses was able to keep me from pinning him on a weight bench and pile driving his throat or pussy.
I drove home. And the whole time, I had my cock free bouncing against the steering wheel, while he sat fixated at my cock. His face was already of absolutely cock drunkenness, and his panting was telling me just how much he was craving to taste, to touch my cock. But I was far from done.
I made the fag watch me while I throat fucked my house slut into a choking, spitting mess, and then an hour long onslaught of pounding his muscled pussy. I didn’t acknowledge the fags presence, didn’t look in his direction, but I knew he could not shift his sight away from where he knelt. As I had basically edged myself for three hours, the load I unleashed in my house slut was monumental. The long soft moan my house slut made when I pulled my hard cock out and my cum followed out like a flow…but my fag still remained obedient and didn’t moan out either at the sight, although I could sense he was near breaking point.
I sat down on the sofa, put on the news, and told my house slut to plug the fag and bring it in front of me. The way my house slut limped, and my cum pouring down his legs, fuck I wanted to mount him again but the fag was my plaything first. My slut obeyed me to the T, I didn’t give the fag any recognition as he knelt on a huge dildo in front of me with my cummy, dripping cock rising like a mountain in front of him.
That went on for an hour. My house slut served me some snacks and drinks, at one point I forced his head back into my cock and gave him a sloppy skull fuck but released him and told him to rest. The fag in front of me got increasingly agitated, I could hear his wet pussy squelching against the dildo as he couldn’t resist riding back on it, his panting and heaving was getting more volatile and his breath was getting hotter against my balls and cock.
Finally I looked at him. His eyes were dilated like I had used him multiple rounds, his nose was flared, his cheeks flushed red, and his mouth agape, tongue loose and drooling. His face was streaked in my constant dripping of pre and the cum from my house sluts prior breeding. But he let it smear all over, his eyes were completely locked onto my cock. I had completely broken and overloaded his sensory limits through sheer sight, smell, and presence of my cock. And he had never looked more cock hungry.
All I did was tap my cock on his face, almost covering it with my size, and he went into shakes like he was being cunted. I finally talked to him, told him if he wanted my cock. I got an incoherent moan as a reply, which meant he was already in that fagged state of being half conscious.
I didn’t even get to his throat. I slammed his huge hunky body to the floor, whipped out the dildo, and drove my cock into his clenching, begging pussy. Oh how he spasmed and weakly tossed his head. His eyes became even more unfocused, and his body jumped even more as I bored through his second cunt. He had never been more ragdolled as I choked pounded him all over my living room. He had never looked more delirious and gaped out when I pulled out after breeding him. He was a heap in the floor, barely conscious, but the most satisfied look in his face as his eyes kept rolling white.
You know me as the adrenaline, powerful breeder, but sometimes I like to indulge myself with absolutely brain fucking a fag through nothing but my presence. I finished with the fag not even an hour ago. My house slut has been servicing my cock with his throat since, and once I’m done messaging you, his cunt is going to receive a second round of pounding.
It may seem odd that a prolific breeder like Master Toople would even bother with an hours-long mind fuck session.
But here’s the thing to remember about Alphas – they love to see how their POWER and their PRESENCE alone causes people to crumble and submit! That’s why you’ll see Alphas stare into an inferior’s eyes at a bar and smile at them … they’re observing the effect of their charisma in real time.
Master Toople already knows what his cock and balls do to faggots. But he was able to enjoy the sight of this faggot getting cock drunk on just his SCENT.
That kind of power that arises simply by existing goes beyond any other kind of power!
Hi Sam. I’m 24 years old, I live in Poland, and I’m a trans woman.
I’ve been listening to your podcast since 2021 and I’ve been into hierarchy since I was 15. I’ve always been very feminine and attracted dominant men. At some point, I decided to transition because I wanted to fit in and not be bullied for being a sissy faggot.
But these things still turn me on. I met my Master in 2023 and I’ve been serving him since then.
However, I feel like he was more sexually attracted to me when I was a more effeminate faggot. Now, I’m an attractive woman.
On one hand, I feel good about my femininity, but I miss the adrenaline and the sexual tension.
Sometimes I think about detransitioning so he would use me more intensely again, and so I could feel like a pathetic slut again. I miss that.
But he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with a man. Not even a trans woman. He’s forcing himself to look for a woman, even though he prefers men. He wants to be accepted by our intolerant society.
I’m not really sure what I’m asking you for. Maybe some advice.
Should I leave him, or should I adapt to his needs?
I don’t know what to do.
Thanks for the question!
Your situation is a little confusing, I must say, and I mostly blame your Master for this. Let’s see … your Master DOESN’T want to be in a relationship with a Man, nor a trans woman … but he’s now looking for a relationship with a woman??? Can you hear how ridiculous that sounds?
I don’t see why you should be suffering just because your Master is buried deep in the closet and terrified of living his truth. You already have enough issues to handle just being a trans woman in today’s world!
So I’m guessing that you haven’t been surgically-altered during this transition (since you said you can detransition)? Since you said you would be happier as a faggot, why not just leave this Master, detransition into a faggot, and live more happily? Why go through all of this complication?
I’m not sure if that really helps. Yours is a complicated situation. I recommend you simply things.
“Fåggots crave subjugation” is a subtitle @CashAlphaHolden places at the beginning of this video.
But it’s always important to remember Newton’s Third Law Of Motion: ACTION = EQUAL/OPPOSITE REACTION.
So it is in Hierarchy: Alphas crave subjugating.
Why is this important to remember? Faggots are often conditioned to believe they have nothing to really offer Men. However, this is not true! Faggots offer Men an opportunity to feel absolute power in a way they cannot experience solely with females. This power is something Alphas deeply crave, especially once they’ve tasted it.
Alphas and faggots are the absolute opposite ends of the Hierarchical pendulum. They attract each other. They depend on each other.
So to all the faggots out there, do not shrink back. Submit yourselves bravely, and Alphas will know exactly how to use you!
I wanted to write again because I feel more confused than ever. As of now I know I’m no longer an alpha, since I last wrote, I have served my frat friend and I can’t deny that an alpha would not do these things and it keeps playing on loop in my mind.
Earlier today we were supposed to hit the gym together but he invited me into his room and told me “How about you just rub and massage my soles, they’re so sore”. This was the first time I’ve ever worshipped feet so I was scared but for some reason I started growing hard feeling up his feet and smelling the stench coming off. Then he took off his shirt and said “God I’m so sweaty my pits and feet are drenched wish I had something to clean it all up” and looked at me in the eyes while I was rubbing his feet but I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact. He ended up telling me “You’re so obedient because you’re a faggot who wants to be used right” and forced me to look up at him. In that moment I felt so aroused I was fighting my cock from becoming too hard that he somehow read through my masculine facade but also how easy he manhandled me. But when he kept telling me “admit you’re a faggot” and “say yes sir I’m a faggot” and “come fucking faggot just admit who youre a faggot to me” I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I felt so bad for disobeying but even though I was so turned on submitting to him I dont know if I’m a faggot. I think I enjoy submitting to strong men like him but I don’t know if I want to be a faggot or if I am close to just being a beta instead. It feels to much is happening with my identity at once and while I want to keep serving him I don’t know if I can tell him all of this. I’m scared of telling him or admitting I’m a faggot because what if he tells other people and no one ever respects me anymore. I just dont know how to satisfy my cravings as i want ti say for him because I can’t deny I got so much harder in that session worshipping me him than ever without putting my image or myself at risk. If you have any advice Sam on how to proceed I would appreciate it.
Well, I must tell you that this isn’t as surprising to me as it is to you. You see, this frat Alpha friend of yours knows you’re a faggot (as I said in the previous post) and he’s interested in taking ownership of you. I know how Alphas operate, so this game he’s playing with you is a bit like a cat playing with a rabbit before it eats the rabbit.
Alphas are excellent hunters – the best on the planet, really – and you’re the most vulnerable prey imaginable … prey that refuses to acknowledge they’re prey.
This Alpha is BOLDLY confronting you about what you are, yet here you are defiantly trying to hold onto something you never had. He’s giving you an opportunity to free yourself – he’s practically BEGGING for you to do it – and you won’t take it.
I occasionally work with @MasterA_2022 on X-Spaces to help faggots openly admit that they’re faggots, some saying it for the very first time. The results are sometimes dramatic, with faggots WEEPING after they say it to the group!
I tell you that to let you know that I do understand your struggle. I know it’s not easy to accept. But I also know the freedom that awaits you on the other side of that admission. You’re desperately trying to maintain a façade that was never real.
Here’s the thing: this Alpha clearly wants to free you from this burden as well. He sees what you are, what your purpose is, and how you’ve trapped yourself in lies. He’s offering a way out, a way to safely become what you were born to be. That is RARE, my friend!
You mention that you’re afraid he might tell other people. You need to remember that he’s under the same social pressure you are (it’s just different because he’s Alpha). He likely doesn’t want it getting around that he seduced a faggot.
Look, if you’re ever going to experience true fulfillment in your life, you must eventually trust a Man with your truth. Otherwise, you’re going to spend your life bottled-up and increasingly petrified of trying.
You’re young now. You’re at your most energetic, vibrant, and beautiful. So is this Alpha. Now is the time to let go of stigmas and the judgments of others, and simply LIVE IN TRUTH!
This Alpha is banging on your door. It’s time to open that door, and let him in!
College Alphas need easy holes to dump loads into. It’s a proven fact.
Every generation of college Alphas try faggot holes and their minds are blown. Why? Because they had no idea sex could be that easy and so hot. The experience improves the rest of their lives.
If you don’t learn anything else in college, you’d at least learn this hierarchical truth that will supply you endless amounts of power!
I’ve always found it odd that Alphas will piss on faggots and then use them sexually. The Alphas who pissed on me always did it after they were finished using me. Of course, this fag mostly swallowed the piss, so I guess that’s a little different.
Here’s a collection of verbal Alphas enjoying the submission and oral service of their faggots! Always talk to your faggots! Your words trigger a part of their brain and it makes them even hungrier for your cock and your cum!
Hey brother sam, i recently started servicing an Alpha who is straight but he wants to suck on my faggot cock. Like you, i really don’t like the idea of my faggot cock being sucked by an Alpha but he insists. i forwarned Him, that having my cock sucked on gives me no pleasure, and that while i preferred He not suck it, He was free to do so as He is an Alpha and i am a lowly faggot. He asked me if i thought i could cum while He sucks me and i told him that i doubted it. He said He wants to suck my faggot cock anyway. i said that He should do as He pleases, but that i probably wouldn’t cum. His response was, “Then I won’t feel bad if you don’t cum.” i reassured him that it was my issue if i couldn’t cum and that He was in no way responsible for my not cumming. He said he was ok with that and said that He would suck on my faggot cock anyway.
my question brother sam, is whether i handled this correctly. i think that as an Alpha He can do what He pleases and so i decided to let Him suck me even though i wouldn’t be comfortable in letting Him do so. i’m thinking that while He sucks on my faggot cock i will try visualizing myself sucking on Him at the same time, so maybe, i can be erect at least.
Have you ever encountered a straight Alpha that wanted to taste a faggot’s cum? How would you handle this situation?
Thanks in advance brother sam!
Thanks for the question!
My first question is this: why do you think this guy is a true Alpha? There are a lot of gays out there pretending to be Alpha (or are confused into thinking they’re Alpha) whose true colors come out once they get a faggot alone.
Even gay Alphas that I know don’t suck dick, get fucked, or do much ass play. Think about that. And even more telling is this “Alpha’s” insistence on sucking your dick. Very strange.
As you mention, I HATE when anyone does anything with my penis. That’s why it’s so nice being caged. I think most faggots agree with us about this, too. We are simply not wired to want that or enjoy it.
If I were you, I’d lose this guy. I think he’s a fake, and he’s also inconsiderate. There are true Alphas out there to serve. I wouldn’t waste time on this one.
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.
And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.
All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.
But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!
Prepare yourself!
I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.
I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am. After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.
He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.
Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.
I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.
He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.
Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.
I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.
He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat. He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.
He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy. I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder. I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.
He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.
He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.” “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me. He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth, It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me! He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.
He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!
He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!
King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it. All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.
He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said, “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.
Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!
I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.
It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm. I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence. When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.
Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking! All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot. At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.
I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.
This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!
I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!
As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.
Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.
I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.
The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.
What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!
Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:
My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?
The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!
Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?
Thank you, Sam! -#5
Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.
The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.
Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!
As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:
I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it. About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too.
Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.
Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now.
I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.
Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.
Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.
Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.
Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!
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!
Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.
But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.
All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!
Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!
Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.
As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:
Hey boy!
I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call!
You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!
Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…” So fucking adorable!
Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!
It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!
I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:
Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites!
I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL
My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!
I LOVE TO BE A MAN !
I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!
It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.
I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.
The men:
My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick
My daily routine included:
Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit
Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.
One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.
That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:
Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning
I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.
By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.
Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”
Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.
Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.
Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”
@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)
An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.
He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.
Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.
Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”
Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.
It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.
Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”
I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: “Drink up.”
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.
This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:
Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.
He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.
He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.
He pulled out and looked at me.
Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”
Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”
As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:
Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”
I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.
Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”
Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”
True story… the end
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