I’m reaching out because I’m really struggling and could use your guidance. I’m a faggot with a micropenis, barely 2 inches hard, and I’m honestly so ashamed of it. I love serving straight alpha guys who probably dont care about my size, which should feel like a relief, but my shame keeps holding me back from fully embracing my submissive side. I’m terrified they’ll notice my tiny dick during play and judge me, even if they’re focused on their own pleasure. It makes me second-guess my worth as a sub, and I end up holding back instead of being the devoted, slutty faggot I want to be. I also want to try things like chastity cages to lean into my role, but I’m too embarrassed to even look for gear that fits because it means facing my size head-on. Worst of all, I don’t know how to come clean about my micropenis to new doms. I feel like I need to warn them upfront, but I’m scared it’ll ruin the vibe or make me seem less desirable, even if they’re not focused on my cock. How do you get past this kind of shame to feel confident as a sub? Any advice on how to be honest with straight doms about my size in a way that’s upfront but keeps the dynamic hot and doesn’t make it a big deal? I’d love to hear how you’d handle this or any tips to own my role despite feeling so insecure. Please help!
Thank you for the question, brother! Although, I must admit it’s an extremely odd one …
I was born with a baby boy penis, too (not technically a micropenis, but close enough), and I guess there was some embarrassment in years 15-17 of my life. I knew I was tiny compared to my straight friends I’d seen naked or the other guys in the locker room at school, but my friends never picked on me about it (we had a mutual friend, a fat guy named Nuge, who had a micropenis and he was always walking around naked – so he asked for the razzing from us).
When I say there was some embarrassment, it was because I was living a lie during those years and having unsatisfying sex with females.
Of course, at age 17 my world was turned upside down when my Alpha best friend forced me into service, and I never used my penis sexually again. No Alpha I’ve ever been with has ever seriously cared about my penis. I’ve never gotten hard while servicing an Alpha. It’s simply been a NON-ISSUE.
But you’re making an issue out of that non-issue, which is definitely weird. If you’re embarrassed about your micropenis, get a flat-front chastity cage and eliminate it altogether. In fact, doing this will actually attract Alphas to you, because I’ve definitely proven that Men (especially straight Alphas) are fascinated and turned-on in some way at the sight of a sub male who has accepted its truth.
In other words, your psychological issue is getting in the way of actually serving, which then creates a negative-feedback loop. You need to break that loop, brother. Lock up whatever you have, dress it up as nicely as possible, and embrace it!
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!
It’s been a little while since I’d heard anything from Fabien and his Master, Anthony. I figured they were just enjoying their blessed young lives and exploring their Hierarchical roles and all of the wonders that come from them. It’s easy to get caught up in the fast-moving life of Alphahood!
But today Fabien reappeared with an exciting update in his service to Master Anthony! Read this:
I’ve just returned from a wonderful week at the seaside. Anthony took a week’s vacation in a sea-front villa with two friends, Henri and Charles. Each of them took a slave: so I was part of the trip, along with Clément and a guy named Basile, a thirty-something bartender from a bar frequented by Anthony’s Alpha Pack.
A week of vacation for the Alpha Masters, a week of hard work for the inferior males, as it should be! With Clément and Basile, we were there to take care of packing, cleaning, running errands, cooking and so on. And of course, be there for body worship and sexual service when needed! Which wasn’t all the time, because of course they flirted and fucked a lot of pretty young girls. But you know Alphas: once they’ve had a sexual taste of faggot, they just can’t give it away!
When we arrived, Anthony said, “Fabien, you’re in charge of the servile staff.” So I did my best to coordinate and schedule our duties! It wasn’t always easy, managing to stay out of the way of the Masters and not disturb them while they were having a good time together, while at the same time taking care of all the household chores and making sure that at least one of us was always at their beck and call, ready to satisfy their every wish, but I think we did pretty well!
I also had to mentor Basile. He’s a gay guy who’s been subjugated by the Alpha Pack but hasn’t yet fully assimilated his destiny as a slave to Superior Men. I’d heard before from Anthony and Charles that Basile can be a bit of a drama queen and a whiner. The kind that sometimes thinks he’s his Master’s boyfriend and who indulges in his own fantasies. So I showed him and explained the Slave Charter. I repeated the same lessons I had taught Clément. “Be very attentive to what your Master likes, be proactive and try to anticipate his needs and desires. Keep in mind: it is all about him! Always put him first, put your own wishes a very distant second.”
The three of us serving boys slept in the basement, which we converted into a dormitory. Every evening, when we were together, I encouraged them and reminded them of our brotherhood. I told them : “We must stick together and help each other to deal with Alpha Men. We live in their world, but we can find our place in it, at their feet!”
On the last evening, yesterday, while my two brothers were packing for departure, Anthony wanted me to stay with the Masters while they watched TV. Of course, I sat silently at their feet while they laughed and chatted. Anthony stroked my hair for a long time. I felt so good, like my God’s beloved dog!
I’ve loved serving all three of them all week, but I have to say: no foot is better to lick and no cock is better to suck than Anthony’s!
I love that Master Anthony has been busy building his Alpha pack, and through the sheer force of his personal power and influence he’s gotten his Alpha brothers Henri and Charles to take ownership of personal faggots of their own! This is the first I’ve heard about Charles, but I’m assuming he’s straight like Anthony and Henri. But, as any regular reader here knows, when straight Alphas try faggot service they almost always love it and want it as a regular part of their lives for good.
In Master Anthony I see continued deepening affection for his faithful faggot, too. The petting, the kind words, the privileges he bestows on him … it all speaks to the type of greater Alpha he is destined to become.
But as proud I am of Master Anthony’s growth and power, I’m even prouder of my wondrous little brother Fabien! He has become completely devoted to serving his Master daily, but he has ascended up the faggot hierarchy to become a mentor faggot to his brothers. He takes great pride in coaching these faggots on not only technique, but also the mental/emotional qualities needed to be a valuable faggot.
It’s pretty clear new fag Basile has much training ahead of him. He would be wise to listen to Fabien’s direction!
Notice Fabien’s exceptional mentality in this follow-up in our conversation today:
Yeah Anthony now openly displays his affection for me. You can imagine how insanely proud and happy that makes me. But I discipline myself to not take anything for granted, to remind myself that his affection is a generous gift that I must earn every second by focusing on him and his happiness.
I am confident that Charles and the Alpha Pack will eventually break Basile. And when they do, I’ll be there to comfort him and help him fully embrace the blessing of servitude to Superior Men.
Fabien is the kind of faggot any Alpha would kill to own. His kind of selfless submission is a rare and beautiful one of such high value that he bejewels every part of Master Anthony’s life.
I really hope the gift of Fabien’s lesson is not lost on the faggots reading it. Let it inspire you to take action, fully embrace what you are, and surrender to it completely. Only then will you know the joy of fulfillment Fabien has today!
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 was worried that it might be a while before his new Master, King Karter, used him sexually. The other house faggots of King Karter had pretty much told him to be patient.
But my experiences with black Alphas told me something else. I figured King Karter would want to try out his new property as soon as possible!
Guess who was right?
Ethan send me a breathless email detailing his first sexual experience with this hung, dominant God Alpha. Turns out, he was breathless for a reason!
Hi Sam! I am sorry for not e-mailing sooner. I have been so busy with classes and getting ready for finals, working out at the gym, and now serving King. I have not had time to sit down and tell you what has happened! I didn’t even remember not emailing you until King asked if I had told you what happened because he had not seen a post from me on your site. (I think he is checking up on me 🙂 ) I went for my scheduled time to clean and help with the cooking. He was at his place last Thursday evening, he is not always there when I am, but he was this time. I got on my knees in front of him, looking at the floor, and asked for permission to speak with him. (Which is the way we need to ask if we need to speak in his presence.)
I took your advice, and you were, right of course! King Karter and his superior mind know exactly what to do. He even said he knew this would come up and had already had a plan for me. King said, “I know you would have to go home this summer but after next year I would like you to move here permanently, maybe even move in with #3.” I was so happy that he still wanted me to serve him, and be with my brother faggots. When I emailed you last, I was nervous he would not want me or would think I wanted to leave, which was not the case. I would have to go home and talk to my family about moving in with some friends from school. I think they would be ok with it, so I will have to talk to them about it, but right now, I will still be in the dorms next year.
King also had some ways to keep me in my faggot mind under his control. It will be some of the same ways he takes command of #2 and 4. I will have to check in with him 2-3 times a week. I must be naked and caged on while on FaceTime. I must keep doing Poppers trainings, and sometimes while facetiming with him. I must keep up my practice with my dildos, also while on FaceTime. And, I must still keep submiting my fag tax on a bi weekly basses. I did tell him I still did not want to be recorded, and he said he would honor that for now, and he would not record while I was Face-timing him. I also said I would have to find times when no one was home or maybe late at night, as my mom lives in a 3-bedroom apartment, and it will be hard to keep her and my sister from hearing me. He understood but told me if he requests a meeting, he will get one, and I replied, “Yes, sir, I understand.”
He will gave me two cock cadges to bring home and will have me buy 2 more specific dildos, ones closer to his massive cock. Which I found out then was about 7.5″ soft and 9″ long, hard, and about just under 4″thick.
He then started petting me on the head with one hand, like a pet dog, and told me that he valued my service and my commitment to him, and started rubbing his cock in his shorts with the other hand. He had me get a bottle of poppers from the shelf. And kneel in front of him. His big dark skined dick was already out when I returned and getting hard. I knelt back down and looked up at him. He took the bottle and had me take 4 big hits, 2 in each nostril. Then had had me sniff this pubs and balls and shaft again, all the time while his King dick was grown next to my face. He would have me repeat, me hitting and smelling him a few times. I could feel the heat and power from his massive dick. He asked if I wanted a taste this time, I said I would be so honored and I would love it more than anything, I begged him, “Please King, please can I taste your thick dark dick!” “Your Big Black Cock!” He likes race play, # 3, and #1 told me to really play into that, so I was!
After licking the sides of the shaft up and down about 10 times on each side. He had me just put the head in my mouth. I was to lick and nurse on it, like a baby on a tit. All the while, he had me keep looking up at him; he liked me looking up at him and keep eye contact, and he slowly slid it down my throat. And started to fuck my mouth. I was a bit nervuse he was going to be as hard on me as he was with #1 the last time I watch him throat fuck #1. But he was slow at first. I think he wanted me to get used to it.
At first, I was only getting about half in. He had me hit a lot more poppers as I was sucking him off. I would pull off, and he would hold the bottle under my nose. Then he would fuck my mouth harder and longer, each time pushing my head farther down. He would hold my head and make me gag hard on him. I have sucked about 15 dicks, before from Grinder, but his was longer and thicker then any I have sucked before. This was the first black cock I was also sucking, I have never sucked black cock before! It was thicker, stronger, and harder then any white cock I have sucked and serviced, before! King kept pushing my head deeper down on his dick, it was in my throat and I was gagging a lot. All the while, he kept commanding me to look up at him and keep eye contact. My eyes were watering a lot, almost crying.
At this point, it was hard to breathe easily, and I was gasping for breath. He would take his dick out of my mouth or pull it out about half way to let me take a breath. He then would have me look up at him and make me say “I’m a White Faggot!” ” I am a Faggot cocksucker.” ” I love Black Cock (in my mouth).” over and over, with his cock in my mouth. He laughed and really got a kick out of that. Sometimes, it was so deep in my throat, it just sounded like gargling.
Now he was fucking me harder now and using my hair as like handles pulling me up and down on his cock! He was starting to get rougher, I have never had a alpha fuck me like this, this far down my throat. It was hard to breathe. He had me practice learning how to breath around his thick cock in my mouth and down my throat. At first, it was hard; I was almost hyperventilating and gasping for air. Then I got to understand his rhythm, and he would keep it so I could breathe. When I would suck air in, I could not just smell him and his cock, but it alomst felt like I was sucking in his Alphahood. Now that I had a rytham, he had me take it down so far I had to put my nose in his pubs. He kept me there for so long, I was trying to pull away, I think it was just my body. I tried desperately to fight it, but I felt like I was going to pass out! I tried so hard to breath around his thick dick in my air way but it was to hard, I was almost was puking at that point that he let me go. I was puking a lot of bile and saliva.
He was going harder now, almost how you discrbe Cunting but in my throat. He was cunting my throat for real. But now he would only let me off about half his dick, and kept the other half in my mouth and down my throat to breath. He kept fucking me like this, for about 5 minutes and hitting the back of my head a few times, slapping me on the face with his hand and cock.
Then he started to speed up. Keeping me down on his pubs longer and longer, I almost passed out a few times. Then he pulled out and shouted, ” Dink my Black seed Faggot!” He then shot two huge ropes or cum all over my face and tongue, and then quickly shoved it deep down my throat again. So far down my nose was in his pubs again. He then proceeded to pump about 3 or 4 more hot loads in me. It felt like it was hitting the inside of my upper chest; I could not feel it in my mouth, just sliding down my esophagus. Then when he calmed down he pulled me off and wiped my cum covered face with his is thick black cock, wipping all the cum, saliva and sweat all over. He said “You have a good faggot face, with all that cum on it like that!” I felt so proud and wanted in that moment! His seed tasted so strong, I don’t know, is it because he is a black Alpha? Is that why it tastes so strong, or because he was a real alpha? He tasts diffrent from the other men I’ve sucked off, mostly stronger, more potent, better then the others.
He just sat there, in his chair, while I knelt between his legs, smelling his pubes and crotch. He smelled like heaven, the best smell I could smell in my life!
After a while, He said he needed to take a piss, and told me I was thrursty. I was a bit nervous knowing what would come next, what he wanted. But I did not fail him, I said with a smile, “Yes, sir.” I wanted to show him how gratful I was that I got to suck him off. Even though I was not looking forward to it, I know it was one of my duties.
He took me into the bathroom where I was to sit in the tub and look up at him. He pointed the head of his dick at my face and told me to open my mouth and drink as much as I can, he would stop a few times to let me swallow, and I did. He put out a long, heavy stream, and I flinched at first, trying to fight that instinct to pull away. I had to fight hard as it filled my mouth. It was a very strong flavor, I struggled at first to swallow it down when he stopped the stream. I gagged and almost puked a few times, He slapped the back of my head, and shouted at me that I better not puke up his cum, or I will get a beating for wasting it. It was very hard not to, but I held it in as best as I could. He told me to open back up and hit me with another hot stream. I don’t like hot or warm drinks much, but I tried to imagine in my head that it was like tea. That I think helped a bit. And by the third time, my mouth was full, I didn’t mind it at all, I started to like it even. I think I liked it, not for the taste. But for the fact that it was a humiliating aspect, that it made me feel like I was a subhuman. Like a thing like a urinal under him. Getting the privilege to drink what was coming out of his dick. I think that mindset helped me like it a lot. The 5th mouthful was not much, and some went over my face and in my hair. I liked it, and I almost felt sad it was ending. Is this a common reaction that faggots have to things like piss or other things that they might not want to do at first? In some way, I am kinda looking forward to drinking it again, and in some ways, I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t. It’s weird.
He told me I could not wash him off (my body) until I got back to my dorm. Which was super scary because I was afraid someone would see me, talk to me and smell his piss and cum on me. But I made it back and ran into the shower. Even though part of me didn’t want to wash it off. I could still smell him and his piss and cum on my body. However, I was too scared that someone would smell it too.
This happened on Thursday. He texted me today, asking if I had told you yet, and telling me to come to his place Saturday afternoon. I am not allowed to eat anything about 12 hours before, and I must clean myself out as best as I can before coming. But I will have time to clean out there. I also must fuck myself everyday this week for at least 1-2 hours a day. I am pretty sure he’s is going to cunt me. I am very scared and also so excited at the same time. (probably a little more scared though, as I don’t want to disappoint him, because it’s my first time. And I know he will be very rough the first time.) I did ask him if he liked my service on Thursday. He said, “Yes, Not bad!” He could tell I had sucked cock before and I was a natural cock sucking faggot, but he said my technique will get better when you suck more black cocks. “But not bad for a good cocksucking faggot!” Even though I was not the best cock sucking faggot he had, I felt good with his answer, it makes me feel like a good faggot! Even thought my throat was very sore for a few days and it was hard to talk.
This is practically a textbook example of how to claim and train a faggot cocksucker. King Karter’s control is quite obvious from Ethan’s words above. It’s great that he took firm control of Ethan’s head and forced his giant dick down Ethan’s throat! Far too many faggots, when confronted by huge dicks, rely on hand manipulation of the shaft while focusing their mouth on the head. While certainly easier, it doesn’t teach the faggot any advanced skills. King Karter was doing Ethan a huge favor by training him to open his throat and hunger for the entire length of his black meat inside him.
I wanted to take a moment to answer a couple of Ethan’s questions.
In the body of the story above Ethan asked why black Alpha cum tastes stronger than the cum of other Men. This is something I’ve experienced as well, and I can’t say that I’ve ever found a definitive answer on it. I’m probably biased when I say that I do think black Alphas are superior to other Men, and their sexual prowess/fertility is probably tied to stronger, more nutrient-rich sperm/semen. But that’s just a guess.
Ethan also asked: Sam, why do Alphas always want us to look up at them while we suck them? Why do they like the eye contact?
This one is easier to answer. There are two primary reasons why they want us to look into their eyes when we’re sucking them. (1) They want to see the level of desire in their cocksucker’s eyes, and (2) they want to see the amount of struggle in the faggot’s eyes. Either way, it’s a power move.
I’m so impressed not only by my brother Ethan, but also by King Karter! I wish we had more actual black Masters who understand how to take ownership of faggots and dedicate time to training!
I think Ethan is about to be cunted by King Karter! Can’t wait to hear how that goes!!!
Hii Sam, I am Asher. Few months ago I asked you about my situation with my uncle and my stepdad. Well here is the update.
As you said I started to do the household chores, even started to do his part of chores, he would like that as it would give him more time to relax. Slowly, I started to do all household chores, cooking, cleaning and he did notice that. There were even days, that I skipped college to do his laundry, as cleaning his undies is more important to me than some lectures.
Finally, one Friday evening, when we were watching T.V. , I told him what I felt. At first I just was confused with words, little panicked then , but somehow kept cool and told him that I am a faggot and looked upto to him as my Alpha. At first he went silent for a minute, then he spoke. “I always felts you were a bit odd. I mean with your dad leaving, then your stepdad, then mom, know it has been tough on you. And tbh, I kinda knew you were a beta, did not think of you as a fag, but… ya it is quite good you told this to me.”
He knew the hierarchy and he himself told me that he was an Alpha. In fact, even my stepdad is. I asked my uncle then does he have any fags. He said,” Not now, but I did have fags coming and going for many years. I would use them, get bored and tell them to never be seen again.”
Seriously, it felt so good to come out as fag to uncle. I asked him how does my life change after all. He told me that he won’t force me to do anything as it would be my consent, but I told him that I want to be dominated. He just said me to calm for now.
We had a long discussion and he asked me a lot of things , may of which I instantly said yes to. He said me that I must follow house rules as a good fag or I will be brutally punished.
I will remain naked in the house, take care of all the chores and cooking, massage uncle, eat after uncle, sit on floor and will be sleeping on a mattress in uncle’s bedroom.
After this, I got naked in front of him and had a boner. My dick ain’t that big or thick. So even my boner is like small. My uncle giggled looking at it and asked if I have seen a thick big cock. I told him only in porn. Then he slowly unzipped his pants, and lowered underwear to showcase his monstrous cock. It had all veins on it and thick as a can. I asked him if I could suck or touch it, but he refused. “You have to earn it”, he said.
He noticed I was constantly touching my dick, so he asked me if I would be comfortable wearing it. I said no for now.
My brother Asher, it is so nice to hear back from you! Thanks for writing!
I’m very impressed by your bravery! I am so tempted to turn this into a proper thread, because your example is just that important.
I also really proud that you followed my initial instructions, but then took it several steps further on your own! Nice improvisation!
It’s really awesome that your uncle recognizes hierarchy and your faggot status (and also identifies as Alpha!), which eliminates huge barriers. Things are going to move fast from here.
Here’s a bit of advice that you might approach your uncle about: going into chastity. The erection you had was embarrassing and should really be under control, and chastity is the way to accomplish that. Think about it.
my name is Myriad, a 24 year-old man figuring out my place in this crazy world. Through college I horsed around a lot on Grindr and had the most fun using subs—so I have a high affinity for the way you frame a male hierarchy. At the same time, my college classes were always concerned with equity, being inclusive, and not pigeonholing people as one thing or having one nature (like “being an Alpha” or “being a fag”). I tend to think that’s a good way of viewing people, too. How do I square this theory of male hierarchy with my liberal politics?
Sir, thank you very much for writing to me!
I can certainly appreciate your difficulty in reconciling liberal beliefs with that of Hierarchy, which wouldn’t seem to be compatible. I’m certainly more liberal than conservative as well.
But I think we agree that Hierarchy is the ultimate truth of our world. It’s really beyond question. And it really doesn’t involve politics in any way.
Here’s how I reconcile my feelings, Sir: liberal beliefs are ASPIRATIONAL HOPES rather than reality. For instance, as a nature-lover I wish lions wouldn’t kill elk. In a perfect, liberal world, all of nature would be at peace and no harm would come to anything. But that’s simply not how it’s going to be, right?
You were born Alpha. I was born a faggot. There’s no way you and I are equal aside from a shared perspective. Accepting that truth has liberated me in so many ways, and once my eyes were opened to the truth there was no way I was ever going to turn away from it. I suspect it’ll be the same way with you, Sir.
This young, redheaded Alpha fucks his older faggot in what looks like an attic, and he’s not shy about what he wants. He loudly pumps a load into it, then says, “You feel good enough to fuck twice” and proceeds to pound another load into it.
This is one of my very favorite porn clips of all time. It shows the simple dynamic that exists between an Alpha and a faggot when each one accepts their place!
I’m a faggot, and I have a cousin who is two years younger than me, I don’t think he knows it yet, but he’s an alpha, a straight white alpha. I have the biggest crush on him. We didn’t grow up together and we’ve always lived in different states, his family usually comes to visit once or twice a year. So my question is, if the situation ever presents itself, should I be a good sub faggot for me cousin? or should I try to keep our familial relationship strictly familial?
(I got really hard writing this)
The Faggot, Steven
Thanks for the questions!
I don’t really like recommending that people pursue family members because of the issues that can sometimes arise from it. However, this cousin is far-enough removed that I don’t know if that would pose an issue as much as simply ever having an opportunity to serve him at all. You don’t really have enough contact with him to be able to work on him mentally.
But if you happen across him again, just feel him out a little bit. You never know.
I’m a 24 year old faggot, and I have a slight dilemma.
So I’ve been servicing this Alpha for nearly 2 years now. He likes to take charge both in bed and in just our daily lives. He keeps the key to my chastity cage and only lets me out every so often for the occasional cleaning while in the shower. I cook for Him, clean for Him and service His needs whenever he wants. He lets me drink His piss, swallow His cum, and He usually will dump a load or two in my ass on the regular in return. He made me get a PA piercing a while back to keep the cage more secure (after a few escape attempts). He doesn’t like it when I ejaculate. He prefers I stay locked and horny so that I can better service Him and make sure He gets to cum a couple times a day. I’ve gotten used to having a constant, underlying feeling of horniness.
The other day He told me that he wants to pay for me to get a vasectomy. He said that the idea of knowing that I’ve lost the ability to reproduce (even though I never would have, otherwise) really turns Him on. He wants me to get a permanent vasectomy so that it can’t be reversed. He says that my libido wouldn’t be affected and that I would still stay as horny as I always do because I would still have my balls producing enough testosterone hormones, but that I simply would not be able to ejaculate sperm. I would become an even more non-man than I already am and would simply reinforce the power dynamics even further. He’s right that I don’t need the ability to reproduce anyway. I guess I’m conflicted. Do I go through with it and let them snip me? Apparently, the procedure is pretty quick and painless and recovery isn’t too difficult. Should I do it, Sam?
Thanks for writing to me, brother!
Hmmm … I didn’t know there even was such a thing as an irreversible vasectomy. That’s interesting.
You sound resigned to the fact that you were not born to create and father children, so I don’t really see why you couldn’t go through with the vasectomy. It really just depends on how firmly you believe that truth about yourself.
My name is Theo and I’ve been reading your blog/page since 2020. I figured out I was gay two years before that and slowly started figuring out my kinks and fetishes and that’s how I came across all of this.
Back then I treated hierarchy as more of a kink really, using it to jerk off to it and just get off. However, slowly I started realizing it’s actually a lot more than just a kink (shocker, I know). I have pretty much struggled with the idea of it for the past few years.
Now, I am 18 and also fresh out of a vanilla leaning, slightly sub/dom relationship. I met the guy through grindr and we hit it off and managed having a really nice relationship, until I started losing feelings. I now realize that me losing feelings was due to the fact that he wasn’t an alpha male. I practically had to beg (to the point of being annoying) for him to dominate me, and even then it was just some low level getting rough during sex. I loved him, truly, but ended up hurting him because I had to end things. We never had the whole fag/hierarchy talk because he was clear that he thought nothing of the whole alpha male concept. There were other indicators that he was pretty beta, but that isn’t too important now.
My issue now is, how do I move from here? I’m almost done with high school, and live in a rather regressive European country. I am planning to move away to Germany in a bit more than a year, for college. During a short recent vacation I found this guy (also on grindr) who I’ve been chatting to. He’s from Berlin. We met up a few times in a short period and parted ways, staying in contact. He is much more dominant than my ex, open to the idea of me being a fag and using me like one. Now the issue still is that I also have quite some romantic tension with him, and I believe he’s into me outside of the alpha/fag dynamic.
I guess my problem would be that I feel like I have to choose, or compartmentalize these aspects of a relationship. I am looking for love and a boyfriend, but I also feel the undeniable fire of faggotry burning in my heart.
Please help me figure this out. I have not always been certain about your teachings and ideas being true, or at least this serious/deep, but I’ve recently realized that they are, so I come to you to ask for guidance.
Keep up this amazing work that you’re doing, you really are showing people things about their own selves that would normally take ages to figure out.
My baby brother, thank you so much for your heartfelt letter! I really think your question is at the heart of many faggots, so there’s no doubt it will help many people!
First of all – yikes! You were just 13 years old when you started reading my material! I’m keenly aware of the young people traipsing through my websites. I’m grateful that most of them limit their contact with me until they’re of legal age. Contrary to what some dumbfucks in the scene think, I’m not sexually attracted to children and I’m not trying to “corrupt” children. I simply report the truth.
That said, I know the kids are coming here and there’s nothing I can do to stop them (short of shutting down or putting a paywall around it). So I take my responsibility to teach young people the truth about hierarchy VERY SERIOUSLY and with some amount of gratitude. I’m very grateful to be meeting you finally after all of these years, little brother!
Now, let’s talk about your issue.
I’m pretty impressed by the number of experiences you’ve packed into your life before age 18. You’ve really been doing a good job exploring both your romantic side and your faggot side, and it’s clear you’ve done a lot of serious thinking about it.
I want you to understand that it is entirely possible to be in a good, affectionate, committed relationship with a Master that owns you as a faggot. I’ve been in them, I’ve covered them here, and I follow them on social media. They do exist.
I wouldn’t put a lot of pressure on yourself to find a Master/boyfriend right now. You’re very young, and you have plenty of time to explore. It might be a good time to really try to serve strictly as a faggot for a time period so that you can experience that side of yourself. After all, it’s not going away. The relationship is the easy part of this issue … being a good faggot requires discipline and training and focus. Now might be a good time to experiment with chastity and dildo play. Get in touch with your needs as a faggot, so that you’ll be ready when that right Master shows up to take ownership of you and love you.
I know what I’m saying sounds basic, but really there isn’t much to this. You have a long life ahead, and so many opportunities right in front of you. Be patient, be hopeful, and be wise. You’ll be just fine, I’m sure of it!
Thank you again for introducing yourself and for the lovely things you wrote, little brother!
i’m an older faggot that has written you a few times. i’m recently divorced and girlfriend-free and ready to live my real life as a freed faggot. i’ve recently hooked up with a dominant top man, who is bi-sexual, and i like His style of verbal agressiveness when He tells me to suck His cock. He’s got a large cock, and shoots lots of cum…so i like servicing His penis. my question to you, is that i have a chastity cage, currently no key holder, and i’m wondering if i should offer it to Him. i long to be an owned faggot and love the idea of keeping Him stasified, especially since He shoots a large load. He’s got a submissive transsexual m to f who presently serves Him, but she doesn’t like degradation or urine. What are your thoughts about me giving this Alpha Man my chastity? He likes his unclean ass licked and loves to have His piss swallowed, which i will gladly do.
Hi brother! Thanks for the questions!
First of all, congratulations on finally getting free of your mistaken previous life and embracing the truth! I know it must be liberating for you!
As far as your question about your Master, OF COURSE you should offer your key to him! I mean, he controls it right now anyway, so why wouldn’t you do that? By giving him the key, your chastity will be more meaningful even if it is only symbolic.
i’m a beta or as you call it, a fag. No doubt about it. A Man mainly uses me for His chores, as sort of a domestic slave. He also makes me pay to do His chores. He also demands me to pay more if i do not do a good enough job at cleaning His place, which tends to be difficult, cause He always finds something and this is draining me financially. Another thing is He once kicked me in the balls and found that so funny, he does so regularly and sometimes even has me hurt my own balls for Him to laugh about. i do worry about this, like, it might hurt them? i also do not particularly like the pain myself, but He seems to love it and i once told him it was not a hard limit. He loves it ever since. But the pain is a lot sometimes. What should i do?
Thanks for your question!
I honestly cannot stand Men like this guy you’re submitting to. They think violence, deception, cruelty, and hate equal dominance or Alphahood. He’s a prototypical Destroyer Alpha.
I’ve already made my position quite clear: Men like him don’t deserve worship or service. Antisocial misbehavior like his shouldn’t be rewarded with obedience and devoted service. He deserves to be treated like the pig he is.
You seem like a good faggot. I think you should value yourself and your service more and offer them to better, more deserving Alphas.
Remember what it was like to witness the horrific events of 9/11? We watched planes fly into seemingly-impregnable buildings, and then gazed in open-mouthed shock as those two towers of steel and concrete collapsed into a massive pile of rubble and ash. The shockwaves of that monumental day still reverberate throughout the entire world today.
It left us scarred in awe.
We humans often struggle to come to grips with such forces beyond our control. We stare in frozen horror as a mighty tornado tears up a town like tissue paper, or gasp with shock as a hurricane comes ashore and pulverizes a city like Godzilla stomping on cardboard buildings. Our minds race as we attempt to make sense of incomprehensible power.
Now you know how the mother of young Master Lucas feels right now. Queen Sophie knew there was something very powerful about her son, which led her to contact me. In time I coached both her and Master Lucas before connecting Master Lucas with Master Dean (the teen God Alpha with the faggot twin Jimmy). Master Dean has been instrumental in sculpting Master Lucas’s power and skill with faggot ownership.
But even a mother of an Alpha can sometimes become overwhelmed or even frightened by what they see in their superior son. Notice what she recently wrote to me:
My good sam,
I wanted to thank you again for having put Lucas and I in touch with Sir Dean. Lately, I had some concerns about Lucas’ public display of His superiority. For example, one of His servants accompanies Him when He goes to the gym, carrying His towel and water. The other day I saw Him hanging out in the park with some of His classmates. He was the only one sitting on a bench, some of the others were standing, one massaging His back, others were sitting at His feet, and one was licking His shoe.
Part of me explodes with pride at seeing Lucas so confident and powerful. But another part of me can’t help but wonder if He’s getting ahead of Himself. I wonder whether it’s wise to display dominance in this way at His age. But I definitely don’t want to hamper His Alphahood development. I know that as a mother, I can often get anxious over the smallest stuff. I don’t want to be overprotective, but I sometimes need some reassuring.
That is why I humbly requested the insight of Sir Dean and He generously answered to me. He understood my concerns and advised caution. He said Lucas must be aware of those who surround the event, and that He should always scan for threats or negativity of any kind. I know Lucas will take Sir Dean’s advice and my concerns to heart. I trust Him to be careful while He enjoys the delights of His superiority, as is His birthright.
As the single mother of an young Alpha full of energy, trying to raise Him to the best of my ability, it is reassuring to have the support of a servile worshiper like you and of a mentor Alpha Man like Sir Dean.
Kind regards,
Sophie
I completely understand what Queen Sophie is going through right now. After all, Master Lucas is still her “little boy”, and like any mother she just wants him to be safe.
I also reassured her that, while these extraordinary things Master Lucas is accomplishing among his peers might seem too bold or too dominant, he is simply channeling the power that he was given at birth. Hierarchy dictates everything that is happening around him and through him. All of this might be too much for inferior males, but not for Master Lucas.
No, he was born to be publicly worshiped everywhere he goes by women and faggots. If other people take issue with that, then they need to turn away like those running from the 9/11 disaster. Master Lucas is staking his claim on the entire world, and he won’t be satisfied until everyone kneels and kisses his feet.
And he cannot be stopped nor contained. You might as well try to stop the sun from rising in the morning, or stop the inexorable changing of the seasons.
Rising Alphas like Master Lucas MUST test out their powers, expressing them naturally and using them to bend reality itself to their wills. That’s what he’s doing right now, and so many females and faggots have come to accept their purpose because of his ownership. This will only deepen and intensify over time.
I agree with Master Dean. It’s so important for Master Lucas’s development to let him continue to grow and flex … and conquer!
People wonder why I’ve obsessively poured my heart into this website over the last TEN YEARS (yes, the 10-year anniversary approaches!), crafting thread-after-thread of true stories of Alphas and faggots in almost insane detail.
But the answer is simple: I’m changing lives.
My inboxes across emails and social media are glutted with effusive “thank you” notes from those people I’ve touched over the years. Marriages have been formed from these pages. Destinies have been forever altered through my adherence to and teaching of hierarchical truth.
And it makes me feel good to have that kind of profound effect on others. Despite my reputation as something of a “bad boy” with malicious intent, I am, in reality, nothing like that.
That’s why I loved this comment my brother James left yesterday. He really underlines the value and importance of the work being done here:
Sam; I’m sure you are very much aware that the vast majority of your faggot readers who identify with your contributors and/or other characters in the true-to-life faggot stories found in these on-line pages limit their participation to consumption of the printed word… I also am sure that the lion’s share of your faggot readers are here, and keep coming back, out of interest in the sub topics covered, general interest and personal identification with one or more of the faggots featured in these threads and articles… This identifying with other faggots via the printed word constitutes the closest most of us are ever touched through these pages… However, yesterday, I experienced something far more vivid… One of the two faggots I know on a personal basis re- introduced me to a friend of his who is also a faggot as well as a “Hierarchy” reader… I had met him a couple of times before but not recently… However, he and my friend were quite close… It turns out that he feels he recognizes me (or some other uncannily similar faggot) as the “straight man’s faggot cocksucker james” from the thread contained herein… He explained to me that he had recently embarked on a life journey akin to mine and found my story enlightening and encouraging … I must say that, at that point in time, I quivered inside with nearly the intensity of an orgasm… Then my excitement morphed into some form of pride (a strange sensation for a faggot ?) in that my story was actually serving as a guide for another faggot… But then Sam, that’s what your work here is all about !
The charge of excitement and accomplishment that James describes here is what I feel on a very regular basis while doing this work! I love to see a faggot like James share his story and uplift a fellow faggot! That’s why I endeavor to persist in chronicling these true stories (some over many years!), not for the entertainment value, but for the fact that they TEACH and INSPIRE others!
James got a little taste of that thrill I feel as a mentor faggot, and he loved it! And through that teaching of others, he will grow even stronger!!
Is it ever to early for a faggot to be put in it’s place? I was 13 when my friends dad started using me. He constantly said that I was faggot and that serving real men was my purpose in life. I accepted my place and love serving superior Men. I personally wouldn’t change a thing but some say that I was to young. My question is was I to young to be shown my place as a faggot?
Thanks for the question!
Here’s where I get into trouble. You see, humans today have drawn an arbitrary and ever-changing line making ages 17 and under illegal. I abide by that in my own life because I follow the law (as long as I’m not tricked into something illegal).
But here’s the rub: I’m a student and teacher of hierarchical truth. I can’t ignore that these kinds of situations you describe happen in our world no matter what arbitrary human law says. And there is a hierarchical basis for what happened.
This friend of your Dad’s recognized what you were at that age. You likely were starting to figure it out, too. As an Alpha, he decided to start your hierarchical training early. And, as you said, you don’t regret it at all.
I know what I’m saying above sounds bad to the pearl-clutching drama queens out there, but I’m speaking about HIERARCHICAL TRUTH here. That truth doesn’t bow or succumb to the arbitrary laws of temporary human societies. It’s beyond the questions of “right” and “wrong” from our lowly and relatively-stupid standpoints.
The only question that concerns hierarchical truth is this: does it achieve the desired outcome? In your case, that answer is “yes”.
I know you’ve briefly mentioned in some of your podcasts and elsewhere about your experience in prison, but I’ve always been curious to hear more depth to what your lived experience was like inside, especially being a faggot. I haven’t been able to find anything else where you talk about it. If you don’t mind me asking, could I ask how things were for you during that season of your life and how being a faggot either advantaged or potentially disadvantaged you? The following are some questions that usually pop into my head:
1) Did you have to stop wearing a chastity cage? If so, was that hard for you? 2) Did you jerk off at all? 3) Did you service many alpha men while inside? In what ways? 4) Was it common for you to give blowjobs to other guys or let other men breed you for their own release?
5) In your experience, are most men in prison sexually fluid? Straight? Gay? Bi-curious?
6) How did you let other men know you were a sub fag?
I hope you don’t mind me asking those questions. I’ve always wanted to ask them ever since I found out about your time in prison. I would absolutely love to listen to a future podcast about you talking about your experiences. I’d find that fascinating.
Thank you, Sam the fag!
Hi, brother! Thanks for the question!
It’s funny that you mention this, because I’ve been meaning to flesh out more of my thoughts and experiences from prison/jail. I really just spoke about the experience in large brushstrokes on the podcast, and there’s really so much to say (some of it difficult) that it’s hard to really want to try. But maybe your questions could be a springboard to that.
1. Yes, I had to come out of my chastity cage before reporting to prison. I thought I’d be happy about that, but I was, in fact, quite depressed about it. I felt completely uncomfortable without it on. When I was finally released, one of the first things I did was hurry and find my cage and put it back on!
2. I did not jerk off at all.
3. I didn’t service many, just two (as I said in the podcast). I guess I could’ve tried to service more, but I was quite terrified for the longest time because guys move differently in those situations and can be quite dangerous. I was less concerned about getting dick than surviving. But regardless, dick found me and I ended up sucking off two straight Alphas a couple of times.
4. It wasn’t common for anybody in that situation and in minimum security (“prison camp”). Oddly enough, it’s much easier to get regular dick in higher security prisons.
5. They’re almost always straight or straight-presenting. Anyone who wasn’t was a faggot, and there were few of them other than me. My saving grace is my personality and my ability to ingratiate myself wherever I am.
6. I’m an incorrigible and relentless flirt, always making suggestive comments to “test the waters”. But everybody pretty much knew from the jump that I was a faggot. One of the black Alphas in my “cube” starting calling me a faggot within the first 24 hours I was there (we ended up on fine terms, though).
I hope I answered your questions well enough! This was kind of fun!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s pretty clear that Master Steve, despite being just 31 years old, is quite advanced when it comes to faggot ownership. He seems like a proud owner of his faggot Mike, and that pride allows him to do things with faggots that most other Masters fail to do.
Like using faggots to mentor younger Alphas.
Mike recently received the following texts from his Master:
You can only imagine how terrified Mike was with this news. I mean, I’m sure Mike was also excited by the prospect of serving a young Alpha relative of his Master … but he clearly had to perform up to Master Steve’s unyielding standards! The pressure was on!
So I waited a little while before reaching back out to Mike for an update. But boy, it was a doozie!
What a weekend with Steve’s cousin, Alex. I left work a bit early on Friday since Alex’s plane was landing at 5:45. I circled the airport a few times waiting to see him come out. He texted me that he’d just grabbed his luggage and was heading out. When I saw him, he looked like a young god—6’2”, about 200 lbs, dark hair, and a mustache. Standing next to him was another guy, just as hot. I pulled up and waved, and Alex immediately started walking to the car, casually leaving their luggage on the sidewalk. I got out, said hello, and loaded everything in the trunk. We made small talk, and Alex introduced me to his friend AJ—who I later found out was only 19. About five miles down the road, nervous and unsure, I asked Alex if he needed to use the restroom or wanted me to get him or AJ something to drink. He said, “Yeah, pull over at the next exit,” so I did. I pulled into a gas station and sat there unsure of what to do. Finally, Alex looked at me and said, “You wanna drink my piss here or in the bathroom?” I said, “Wherever you want, Sir.” He replied, “Here. I don’t feel like walking.” I wasn’t sure what AJ was thinking, but after I was done with Alex, he told me to go drink AJ’s in the back seat. I did exactly as I was told, straining so much in my cage the entire time.
When we got back to Steve’s, they walked straight inside, leaving me to unload their luggage. Once I got it all in, Steve told me to unpack their clothes and get everything hung up or put away. When I finished, I went into the living room and Steve motioned for me to kneel. He stood up and pissed down my throat. By then, I was so full of piss and so hard in my cage I could barely think. Steve told me to get everyone a drink and start my weekend chores, reminding me I wouldn’t have much time on Saturday or Sunday to do them. I spent the rest of Friday night exhausted—cleaning, doing Steve’s laundry, being their urinal, and serving drinks while they played video games. At one point, Steve called me over while he was still gaming and made me suck him as he talked. He said, “Just to set expectations: Alex—and only Alex—for the next 10 days, has the same rights I do. You’ll do whatever he says, just like you do for me. Understand?” I stopped sucking just long enough to say, “Yes Sir.” He said, “Good. Now go finish the kitchen.”
They got tired around 11:30 and went to bed, leaving me to finish up. Steve came out to give me a kiss and reminded me that it was Alex’s birthday Saturday, so I needed to have his cake ready that night. I finally got to bed around 1am. Steve rolled over, fucked me, blew his load all over my cage, and said, “Get some sleep. Breakfast needs to be on the table by 7.” My cage was driving me crazy—I hadn’t cum in three weeks, and I was straining and frustrated. I knew it was selfish to focus on my own needs, but it was getting harder to ignore. Eventually, I passed out, only to be woken by my watch alarm at 5:45am.
I started cooking and had the table set by 6:50. I went to wake Steve, and while I was drinking his morning piss, I heard AJ come to the door. Steve told him we’d be ready in a minute. We walked to the kitchen and found Alex and AJ already at the table. Steve and I both wished Alex a happy birthday—he looked adorable with his messy bedhead. I poured everyone coffee and sat down, but Alex looked straight at me and said, “I need to piss. Get under the table and fully service me while I eat.” I looked at Steve—he didn’t even glance at me. I knew I had to follow Alex’s orders. I got under the table and drank Alex’s piss, sucking him the entire time he ate. At one point Alex said, “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Steve replied, “Told you—when you have a faggot that’s yours, you can mold them into anything you need.” While I sucked Alex, Steve talked to him and AJ about the things he’d trained me to do and some ideas he had in mind. Alex stopped me several times—he didn’t want to cum yet. “I’ve got a better place for this load,” he said. When breakfast was over, Steve told me to eat light and get the kitchen cleaned up. He said he wanted to fuck.
After I finished cleaning, I went into the living room where they were playing video games and sat beside Steve. He asked if everything was cleaned. I told him it was. He said, “Good. Why don’t you take your clothes off and go suck AJ for a bit? I want to watch.” AJ smirked, pulled his cock out of his gym shorts, and I started sucking. I must have touched my cage a few times without realizing it—just a natural reaction from the pressure and frustration—and Steve snapped, “What did I tell you about touching your cage?” I apologized and focused back on AJ. Moments later, I felt someone come behind me—it was Alex. He spit on my ass a few times, and I knew what was coming. As he started sliding into me, I lifted my head from AJ and moaned. Steve laughed. It was my first time ever being spit-roasted in front of Steve, and it was overwhelming. Alex’s cock felt incredible, and sucking AJ while being used made me feel completely owned. Steve said, “Happy birthday, buddy. You’re going to be a mini-me.” I could hear the pride in his voice. AJ said he was about to cum, and Steve told me to stop. “All loads today go in his ass—not his mouth.” Alex pulled out and sat on the couch so AJ could fuck me. He didn’t last long before filling me up. Steve stood and said, “I want to cum now, but I want Alex to have the last load for his birthday.” Steve took his time, fucking me rough and deep while Alex and AJ watched. “When you fuck a fag, you don’t have to be gentle,” he said. I was on the edge of tears by the time he finished and blew inside me. Then Alex stepped up to take the final round. He wasn’t as rough, but he still made sure I was bred properly. I was left exhausted, dripping with all their loads. Alex said, “Don’t move. I want to try something.” He came back with the butt plugs Steve had recently bought. “I’m going to plug you, fag. You’ll stay plugged the rest of the day.” He asked Steve which one to use, and Steve said, “Go light—he’s never used them.” Even the smallest one was thick, around seven inches. When Alex slid it in, it took my breath away. Steve said, “Rest a second, then get us drinks. After that, make Alex’s cake, then you can take a short nap.” I was beyond exhausted, but I gathered the strength and did exactly what they asked.
That night, all three of Steve’s alpha friends came over, along with Alex and AJ. I was expected to be nude, plugged, and locked all night—serving drinks and snacks. About an hour in, Steve pulled me aside and gave me one of his signature “choices” to test me. “You’ve got two options,” he said. “Go get the piss gag and come back to ask—out loud, in front of everyone—if you can please be our urinal tonight and stay locked for two more weeks. Or, you can just drink mine and Alex’s piss the rest of the night and unlock Sunday afternoon. The choice is yours. Choose wisely.” I was so horny I could barely think. Unlocking Sunday was tempting, but I knew choosing that would be selfish. I didn’t want to let Steve or Alex down.
I walked to the bedroom, mind racing, and picked up the piss gag. When I returned to the living room, I knelt and said, “Excuse me, Master Steve. Sorry to interrupt, but may I please wear the piss gag and be the party urinal tonight?” The room erupted in laughter. Alex said, “Damn—he really is a true fag.” Steve smiled and said, “Absolutely, fag. Just don’t waste a single drop—or there will be hell to pay.” I stayed kneeling as Steve strapped the gag in. One by one, all six of them used me. I thought I was going to drown. I was soaked, plugged, locked, and completely lost in submission. I’d never felt such a high—emotionally, mentally, physically. It was an overwhelming and transformational moment. And Steve just smiled. He knew exactly what he’d done to me.
That night, after everyone left, Steve, Alex, and AJ each took turns fucking me again. We all ended up crashing in the same bed. Before we fell asleep Steve kissed me and said how proud of me he was and thanks for making Alex Birthday Special. I knew then I had made the right choice.
Sunday was a bit more relaxed. I had breakfast ready by 7am, and by 10, we were back at the gym. After the workout, we went into the sauna. It was hot, wet, and foggy, and Alex looked at me and said, “Start sucking.” I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. Just then, a guy walked in. I paused, but Steve popped my ass and said, “Don’t stop.” The guy just sat across from us and started jerking off while I kept sucking. After Alex came, I sucked Steve, then AJ. The guy finished on the floor, cleaned himself up, and walked out without a word.
Locked for two more weeks now. That’ll make six total. And I’ve never felt more owned in my life.
These kinds of true stories always astound me. The things powerful straight Alphas do are so fearless and perception-altering that I can’t keep up with them – and I’m a faggot who knows this truth and expects it!
I love that Master Steve clearly mentored his straight cousin Alex on the use of faggots, and was using Alex’s birthday as a pretext to further train Alex’s understanding of Alpha power through faggot use. I understand that there are straight Men reading this who are thinking, “I don’t need to use a faggot sexually in order to feel powerful,” but until you’ve actually stood over a faggot and pissed down its throat or face fucked a faggot until you pumped every drop of cum into it … you don’t really understand that level of power.
I’m so proud of my brother Mike for being eager and willing to do whatever he could to serve his Master and his fellow Alphas. It’s such a privilege to be used this way! So many faggots balk at opportunities of this sort given the dehumanization and the pressure these situations place on a faggot. But if you’re not willing to give up yourself when called upon by an Alpha, then you don’t deserve to serve these Kings!
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!
The transformation of straight Master Mike has been pretty astounding, but unsurprising. Over the years I have witnessed many powerful straight Alphas profoundly changed by the ownership of a good faggot; think of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt from Canada, just to name a few. These straight Alphas come to understand that a faggot truly fulfills certain aspects of their Alphahood that cannot be accessed any other way, and so they become protective of it the same way they protect their faithful dog or their prized car.
When I first met Master Mike, he had been Benjamin’s good friend for many years and was just beginning to accept and understand Benjamin’s purpose as a faggot. In other words, there was already a friendship there, but he was now shifting the focus of the friendship towards one of service and ownership. This is often a difficult transition, but things seemed to be moving along orderly.
But then something recently happened to awaken Master Mike’s protective instincts, and like any great Protector Alpha, he moved quickly to fix it. Read on:
It has been a busy couple of weeks. Thought I would reach out to catch you up now everything is settled down. Benji is now fully moved in with me. The lease on his flat will be up at the end of next month but we moved his stuff into my spare room. If you remember the dickhead who was trying to get to him? The one who was at my Alpha party and tried to order him around. Well he didn’t take the hint when I told him to fuck off and leave Benji alone. I don’t know how he found out where it was but he turned up at Benji’s work (my guess is LinkedIn) one afternoon and followed Benji home. We didn’t realise this. Cut 3 days later when Benji was at my place cleaning. His phone starts going off with his doorbell camera. The fucker spent 30 mins knocking at the door and asking to be let in. We have passed it to the police along with the texts. But Benji didn’t feel safe in his home so he permanently lives with me now. I don’t think any normal man would not leap at the offer of a live in housecleaning cooking double ended fleshlight lol. And if he is here I can keep him safe.
The sexual service has carried on. It doesn’t seem to matter how rough you get with a fag. They just take it and seem to love it. Benjis blowjobs have become an almost religious worship of my Alphahood rather than serving and swallowing. I also didn’t think it would be so much fun milking his faggot loads out of him. Thank you so much for your tip on faggot maintenance. Once a week he is tied down and uncaged. I finger his cunt till he cums and make him lick it up. He is permitted to clean himself and the cage under my supervision. And then it is back on. It is definitely going to be one of the things I teach the guys once we have sorted out some more faggots for the group. We have an audition next Sunday. Little local faggot (let’s call him Timmy). Just a poker night for us while Benji shows him the ropes. Might be fun for the guys to have a faggot ass I let them fuck too. Benji is mine. Timmy will be communal. Do you think that will cause a hierarchy between the faggots? Or do they only form between men with faggots as one bottom tier?
It’s so thrilling to me to hear how swiftly and decisively Master Mike acted in order to secure the safety of his faggot! It sounds like this other dude was pretty unhinged, and Benji is a helpless faggot who could’ve been hurt … or worse. I hate to even think about it!
But that is really what great Protector Alphas do – they act as a righteous buffer against toxic masculinity. They do this, not by being pussified, touchy-feely versions of Alphas, but rather by being a sort of ultimate warrior shielded by nobility and virtue and truth. Think Superman, without the tights. They truly are the real-life superheroes of our broken world.
Meanwhile, Master Mike is now enjoying full-time service of a talented and devoted faggot like Benji, and he loves it! I knew that Master Mike would eventually get to this point. All cocky, powerful Alphas like him eventually understand that they deserve such treatment. Also, the convenience of having a throat or a hole to fuck at any moment is beyond tempting for any Man. I found it funny that Master Mike mentioned the fact that faggots can be pounded brutally without complaint, but rather that brutality is met with enthusiasm. It’s just how we are wired.
But Master Mike is now plotting to become a mentor to his Alpha Pack brothers by teaching them the wonders of faggot ownership/use. This is a step toward God Alphahood, and I’m curious to see how this plays out. Typically, this is not a difficult process as long as the Alpha in the mentorship role is deeply respected and revered as I suspect Master Mike is.
Master Mike finished his latest story with this amusing anecdote:
Benji does seem very eager to give blowjobs. He also seems to be able to make me cum in about 5 mins but chooses to take as much time as I will give him. Had him suck me off for literally the whole of the Return of the King extended edition. Wanted to see when he would get bored but he didn’t let up. Kept it feeling good while not finishing me off.
Faggots have always surprised straight Alphas with our endurance and our eagerness to please. And every time I hear that, I smile. When will straight Alphas learn that faggots are BORN to serve them just the way they’ve always wanted?
