Master @HashtagRaymondW is one of my favorite Alphas in findom because he truly loves being worshiped by faggots. He’s a beautiful Asian Alpha with perfect feet that deserve to be in a museum.

Hi Brother Sam, I Hope this message finds you well. My name is Ethan, I am an eighteen year old faggot (and proud!) living in New York, for a long time I have known I was a fag and wanted to serve Alpha men and submit to their power and hierarchy, your pages first Fags Worship Alphas and now Hierarchy have really helped me accepted my place in the world and made me feel accepted and seen, everything you talk about is exactly how I Feel, you have helped me become the fag i am today-Thank you brother Sam for helping me embrace myself and my need to serve Straight Alpha Males.

I am writing today to seek your advice about something that has been on my mind the last few months , I tried to ignore it and supress my desires and feelings out of respect to my mom but my fag urges to submit to a superior Alpha male are to strong and the last few weeks have been very interesting, I am in need of your advice as you always know best,let me go back to the beginning . My Mother has been dating this sexy muscular Alpha male named Aidan since Easter last year, this past fall Aidan moved in to our home (mine and my mother’s) and he is the most beautiful man I Have ever seen, tall, brown eyes, big arms and chest , chest hair poking out of his open shirts and oozing with alphaness, i was weak at the knees at have dreamt of serving him for months now, he’s a great guy and very charming, he’s Alpha and he knows it, he works in the bank and is a manager and is in charge of directing people and over seeing a team of people, he’s always leading and talking trash about the guys he works with and how they fuck up and he has to fix everything , he’s dominant and decisive often deciding where and when we will have dinner and telling my mom what to do and when to serve dinner and cook, (it turns me on), a few nights ago they had guests over for a dinner party and his friend tried to sit at the top of the table and Aidan didn’t allow it, insisting this was his chair, his place, his home and his right, I was turned on

I have been fantasizing about being his cum slut and serving him for months (and feeling guilty about the fact hes my moms bf but I cant help it) , recently there has been some interesting developments, I came home from school one day, house to myself (or so I thought) as usually my mom and Aidan work late and don’t come home till after 5pm, I was getting ready to head out and see some friends before dinner but wanted to take a quick shower, I walked in to the bathroom which was unlocked and was shocked to find Aidan standing there naked in all his glory about to get in the shower having just pulled his briefs down the second I walked in, my mouth hung open and my heart was beating out of my chest, Oh Sam he looked incredibly sexy and he had a beautiful cock that even non erect was huge and framed by a big thick masculine alpha bush, my voice caught and I coughed caught off guard and apologizes and said sorry that I’d be out of his way, he said it was fine but seeing as I was there to make myself useful and bring his clothes to the laundry room and put them in the hamper, he didn’t even give a moment to respond to say yes or no he flung his sweaty gym clothes and briefs at me, patted me on the back and said good boy, he walked in to the shower straight away and started showering while I was still stood there in shock, I walked out of the room more than a little turned on and put the clothes in the laundry basket (though i did keep his white calvin briefs and sniffed them inhaling his scent and musk and jerked off to him, I still have them hidden in my room)

a few days go by and my mom gets snowed under at work and can’t keep up with the laundry so it piles up (shes an ICU nurse and was very busy around the holidays/new years), Aidan comes downstairs one saturday morning annoyed that his laundry still hadn’t been done and he was out of fresh gym shorts to wear to the gym, my mom and him got in an argument and she said she shouldnt be expected to do everyones laundry and cant do everything alone, he said it was a womans role , she left for work, I was sat in the kitchen in awkward silence, I Decided to offer my services, I approached him like the good fag I am and offer to do his laundry for him right then and there (as a way of serving him even if he didnt know it) he said that would be great and told me to get to work straight away, no thank you or yes please, just pure dominance it turned me on how he spoke to me, almost like he expected me to do it and then he said he was still annoyed as he wanted to go to the gym right now but had no shorts ready, I happened to be wearing a hoodie ,t shirt and nike black shorts perfect for the gym-he happened to notice my outfit when I was walking out of the room and commented on them and said they looked good and how he wished he had a pair to wear right now then before I could even offer (which I would have) he told me he wanted to borrow my nike gym shorts to wear to the gym as I was just lounging around doing laundry I wouldn’t need them and to change, I was stunned Sam, he was so brazen and confident, not a hint of sarcasm or joking or again asking me please or thank you, almost like a demand,   i dropped my shorts then and there and handed them to him, he slid his jeans off and left them on the floor and told me to wash them as well and then he headed off to the gym, I was stunned and in awe of his dominance, I got to work straight away and did his laundry and folded all his clothes after ironing them and put them away in his cabinets, he returned later and didn’t thank me but did say I had done a nice job and that he could get used to this

fast forward to last week, he comes home from work exhausted and tired after a stressful day of clients and meetings, he storms in the room and immediately starts shucking his coat off his shoulders and body, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his shirt and he takes his shoes, he sees me, smirks at me and throws his coat and tie at me and tells me to hang them up for him, I do just that , by the time I return he is on the couch watching Super Bowl commentary before the big game and drinking a beer (that he made my mom bring him btw ) and complaining about how he has walked all over New York and how his feet  in particular are aching and in need of a massage, I tell him he works very hard and is a true leader, I sit down on the couch next to him but he stops me and tells me to put his shoes upstairs (I had just been and he never asked, I picked them up and went back to his room and putthem in his closet) . when I come back down I take my sear (moms in the kitchen making dinner and snacks for the game), he spreads his feet out across the couch in to my lap without a word, his feet smell ripe and sweaty, im so turned on but terrified to do anything, does he want me to massage his feet? is this a test? what if my mom walks in and catches me? I sit there in awkward silence , tempted to touch them and start rubbing but I dont despite wanting to, he just keeps watching them pre game commentary and ignoring me, feet still in my lap, I sit there in silence, after what felt like an eternity (but was like 20 minutes) my mom joined us, he removed his feet and we ate dinner in the drawing room watching the game, my mom took my seat and he did the same to her and put his feet in her lap and she rubbed them (barely but she did, I thought I could do a better job and would have) while she was rubbing them he made intense eye contact with me

later that night after the game I went to bed as did my mom and Aidan, he was thrilled the Seahawks won (he hates the patriots) my moms room is opposite mine so my wall is against her wall if that makes sense, its like 2am and I can hear them having sex loudly and my mom moaning out his name loudly and the bed frame shaking/hitting the wall making loud clanking noises, he sounds like a fuck machine, I think nothing of it try to block out the noise and go to sleep, the next morning Monday my mom is back at work, I have the day off due to inservie day and Aidan hasnt left for work yet, im in my room doing homework and chilling when I hear his voice, he’s on his phone, the door to  my moms bedroom is wide open and I can hear every word he’s saying, he’s talking to one of his buddys about the Seahawks winning and how pumped he is, then he starts talking about him and my mom and the sex they had, at first he’s complimentary and nice,, then his tone changes and he starts complaining that he wanted to do anal and fuck my moms ass but that she wont do anal and no matter how hard he fucks her pussy he wants to do anal and that pussy and ass aren’t the same, his friend agrees and says his wife is like that to and they vent about women not doing anal and how they miss it with random sluts they met in college, the call ends as he has to go to work, I hang out in the hallway making it clear I heard every word when he emerges from the room but say nothing, the thought of him breeding my fag ass crept in my mind

I know this is very long and detailed but I want to give you all the details, we are approaching the final part and the area where I need guidance, this friday night my mom is going to a college reunion and has left money for me and Aidan to order take out and watch a movie, she wants me to get to know him independent of her as she loves him a lot and is serious about him long term, I have been thinking about this for the last week and agonizing over what to do, a plan formed in my mind, I want to offer my asshole to Aidan and ask to serve him as his slave and do his laundry, cooking and anything he needs, I have a plan that we would watch Pillion (I saw it last fall at a film festival and LOVED it, I saw you talking about it to)  its online to watch in HD so I can get it for us, I have a plan to cook him dinner (Id use the money my mom left for take out to buy groceries) I want to make his favorite which is steak and home made french fries and strawberry cheesecake (Im a good cook, I took home ec and like to bake so its easy to me) I want to cook him a full meal, watch pillion and offer him my ass and  to serve him in anyway he needs, I even plan to wear a G-string under my shorts to show off my ass to him and how fuckable it is ,my mom has let the laundy pile up again and I havent done his on purpose so he will have to borrow my shorts again and I can show off my ass to him when I take them off for him, I have it all planned out and want to offer him my ass as well as showing him, my servitude, loyalty and cook him dinner like he deserves, massage his feet and watch pillion and discuss alphahood and servitude with him based on the film, my only issue is I am terrified of doing this, do you think he will freak or agree to it? how would you approach it sam? am I a bad son for wanting to serve my moms boyfriend sexually? I feel guilty and torn but I realize i am a fag and it is my duty to serve straight alpha men and its a natural party of hierarchy and that trumps family even if its difficult for me, I guess what I am asking is for someone who understand hierarchy to tell me I’m doing the right thing and how to approach the situation? how should I broach the subject with him, what if he tells my mom? should I even ask him? I’m nervous, excited, anxious and need help and advice and you are the best person to ask and I value your opinion and advice, please help me brother Sam -I need your wisdom, advice and help, what would you do if you were me? how would you handle ir? am I wrong for wanting to serve my moms boyfriend?, I so want to serve this man and need your help in doing so, peace, love and light-Ethan! xo

My brother Ethan, thank you for this question!

First and most importantly, I want you to understand this: Aiden knows you’re a faggot. There is absolutely no question about this. I honestly think (given his behavior) that he’s used faggots in the past. Almost all of the telltale signs are there. In fact, he seems to be trying to trigger you into submitting to him (like with the loud conversation about ass fucking). His behavior goes way beyond typical innocent Alpha behavior.

Alpha Aiden has left a veritable trail of bread crumbs leading directly to his cock, and he’s been watching you follow that trail like the good boy you are. He honestly seems to be enjoying the little tasks he throws at you, watching you scamper eagerly to please him.

Your only “failure” was not massaging his feet when he put them directly in your lap after telling the entire house how his feet hurt. This was a mistake, though understandable given that your mother was in the other room. However, it cannot be ignored that he did this anyway. He was testing you (as are all Alphas who make this move). So even though you didn’t take the bait the first time, you need to make the most of this upcoming opportunity.

Everything you said sounds perfect. It’s exactly what you should be doing to seduce this Alpha (although he sounds far too powerful to be “seduced” so much as given permission to take you). You need to serve him completely, call him “Sir”, and reduce yourself as much as possible. If nothing happens by the time he’s relaxing after dinner (make it an early dinner), then you should offer him a real foot massage. It would be a good time to admit that you wanted to rub his feet the other day, but you were nervous. That could lead into a conversation about his Alphahood and hierarchy.

Don’t be afraid, Ethan. I’m fully convinced that Alpha Aiden wants to use you. He’s not going to beat you up, obviously, so you have nothing to fear. Approach this as your greatest opportunity to truly serve a very powerful straight Alpha, so cast aside any worry and submit. He wants you to!

Keep me informed, my brother!

Love,

sam the faggot

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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!

You can access PART ONE of this series by CLICKING HERE and PART TWO by CLICKING HERE.

Step by methodical step, Master Jase has been teaching new young Alpha Master Jake how to cunt faggots (and the importance of doing so). It’s like Yoda teaching Luke about The Force. But Master Jase understands the importance of what he’s teaching Master Jake, so he wants to get it right.

After some preliminary steps in parts 1 and 2, Master Jase finally moves to the third part of his plan: the actual cunting of a faggot in real time.

Cunting fags will always be my thrill, but a close second is teaching and watching another alpha cunt their fags. Jake is a natural. My home slut was willing to demonstrate, and for two days, his pussy was left untouched until last night. I will keep it brief, but it was an absolute success. Jake watched in awe as I put my home slut through the motions. Observed how deep I pushed. Watched as I manipulated my slut. How I paced myself. How I spoke to him.

As I cunted my home slut, I told Jake what to look out for. The breathing and panting, the trembling and twitching of muscles, the arching of the back and body, the changes to the face and mouth, the involuntary spreading and whole body jerking, etc. I pulled out of my home slut and had him clean my cock while dazed, and ordered Jake to attempt to cunt his fag.

Jake is a natural. As all alphas are. He poked and prodded, but put into practice what he saw and what he heard. The first signs from his fag was the instant head toss back and the toes curling on either side of Jake as he slid in deep. The grin on Jake’s face was a joy to see.

I left Jake to his devices and took both my home slut and the brother fag to Tyler’s room to cunt them. I was there to fuck, to breed, and I damn well will. It was nonstop between the two, sliding one tired, well cunted pussy off my cock and ramming it deep into the other, waiting, needy hole.

It was hilarious when, halfway through power-fucking his faggot bro, Jake knocked and said, “I think I broke him.” He had managed to cunt his fag into a state of blacked out bliss. I could not be prouder of him. I told him to care for his fag while it’s cunted and to still treat him as if he was conscious, that his words will bury into his fag’s scrambled brain.

It will not be long before I allow him to cunt his own brother. It will be what Jake deserves, to have a well-trained, submissive and obedient fag when and where he wants to use him.

From a faggot’s perspective, it’s weird to hear Master Jase talk to Master Jake about faggots as if we were nothing more than hogs on a farm. However, that description is apt. Faggots are so far below the level of Master Jase that it makes sense that he looks at fags as mere things … toys in the hands of Men.

But that is precisely what we are.

It’s awesome to get this peek inside the mind of a God Alpha as he teaches a younger Alpha about the wonders of faggot cunting. I thought some of Master Jake’s responses to what he experienced were pretty funny, especially the comment about having broken it. Cunting a faggot can be just as wild for the Alphas as it is for the fag!

Master Jase is such an invaluable resource. He’s an absolute beast sexually, but he’s incredibly intelligent and expressive. He’s the perfect teacher for an enthusiastic Alpha looking to expand his power like Master Jake!

And he continues to teach me as well!

I still get that electric shiver remembering that afternoon back in the summer of 2025, one of those raw, unforgettable moments deep into our 8-year relationship as boyfriends, when Declan’s ownership felt as natural as breathing and the KINK3D Viper cage had long been our go-to for unbreakable, comfortable denial. The Viper was perfect by then: lightweight 3D-printed plastic with sweeping armored curves, full underside closure to crush any cheating thoughts, great airflow for endless wear, and my PA ring locked right through it, keeping me throbbing and secure without a second thought.

That morning he’d chosen my exposure uniform: the bright red mesh shorts, ultra-sheer, fine net-like fishnet that hid exactly zero details. They clung tight to my hips and thighs, the tiny holes putting the Viper’s black curves on blatant display in front, PA ring glinting, balls hanging heavy and vulnerable below. In back, the mesh parted naturally down the center seam, framing my ass cheeks completely bare, the vivid red netting contrasting my skin like I was packaged solely for his eyes. He tugged the waistband high, pulling the fabric taut over the cage and stretching it even tighter across my hole. “My perfect boy,” he murmured, fingers tracing the net along the Viper’s outline. “Locked like always, all see-through and desperate. These stay on all day, no covering. I want to watch you leak while you wait for me.”

Chores around the apartment were charged: dusting, laundry, prepping his snacks, every shift letting air tease through the open mesh, the Viper denying me relentlessly, pre-cum slowly soaking dark patches on the front where nothing was concealed.

By mid-afternoon Declan wanted gaming time, so he led me into our bedroom. The jail cell stood in its usual spot by the window: that sturdy gunmetal metal frame, vertical bars on the sides in a grid, horizontal slats across the top for solid strength, bottom padded with a dark gray blanket and rumpled bedding (though today it stayed empty).

He had me kneel in front of it, facing the bars, then pulled out the real police-issue handcuffs, those heavy stainless steel chain-linked cuffs, cold metal loops connected by a short rattling chain, ratcheting with that final authoritative click, double-lockable for no-escape security. He fastened one cuff snug around the base of my balls (above the sac for grip, always checked for circulation and safety, no risks in our play), threaded the short chain through a lower side bar of the cage, and locked the other end. It pulled me forward hard, making me to hunch against the metal frame from the outside, ass pushed out toward the room, Viper-caged cock and stretched balls thrust forward through the sheer red mesh, hole framed invitingly by the parted netting, body pinned helpless and on full display.

“Good boy,” he said casually, patting my head like his favorite toy before leaving with his controller and headset. “Quiet. Don’t move. I’m going to play my video games.”

Hours melted away. Game sounds filled the other room while I stayed frozen outside the cage, muscles burning sweetly from the pull, mind drifting deep into subspace. The mesh let every draft ghost over my skin, the chastity kept me locked tight and desperate, body a living display piece chained to the bars.

When he finally paused the game and I heard his walk, my pulse hammered. He approached slowly, no rush to release. He crouched in front of me, gripped my chin, tilted my face up to look at his eyes. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with affection and lust. “Chained outside your cell stuck by a pair of handcuffs, those slutty red shorts framing your Viper-locked cock and ass like a gift. So fucking beautiful after all these years. All mine.”
He stood, unzipped, spat once on his thick cock to slick it, then stepped behind me. Hands braced on my hips through the mesh; one gripping firm. One slow, claiming push in, no extra prep, stretching and owning me while I gasped against the bars, cuffs keeping my balls pinned taut against the metal, the frame rattling softly with each deep thrust.

He fucked me hard then, every inch possessed, my body jerking forward against the cage with his rhythm. “This is what you’re for,” he growled low in my ear. “My hole. My toy. My good boy who waits so perfectly chained outside like this.”

Hours of knowing I was helpless, he didn’t last long. One final, bruising slam, and he buried deep, flooding me with heat as I moaned brokenly, the chastity holding my cock straining uselessly against its curved plastic prison.

Only after he softened and pulled out did he grab the key. He unlocked the cuffs gently, rubbing the marks on my balls with soothing care, kissing along my neck and spine. He helped me stand on shaky legs, pulled me into his arms, and held me close, stroking my hair, murmuring how much he loved his obedient, displayed boy. That same deep tenderness that’s carried us through 8 years, making every intense bit of control feel safe and cherished.

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Hierarchy 304 – Straight vs Gay Alphas

Are straight Alphas really more powerful than gay Alphas?

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/Hierarchy-304-straight-vs-gay-alphas/

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There is no God Alpha worshiped and serviced more than Master @Kinglouisforya.

You can see it in his posture: this is the life he was born to enjoy.

All day long he has his dick sucked and balls emptied by his stable of faithful faggots.

Just as Men are meant to live!

An Alpha just wants to sit back and be honored, respected, and worshiped.

Faggots are the perfect solution. A faggot spends its life IN AWE of Alphas, and on command will surrender its life to serve.

This is why straight Alphas who own/use faggots become more powerful!

I want everyone who follows this site and any part of my network to watch this video from this Alpha who watched videos of the released Epstein files.

Trump is in those fucking files OVER ONE MILLION TIMES, and his fat little fingerprints are all over the crimes in them. He’s implicated in the rape of minors, murder of minors, and many other disgusting acts.

If you still think he’s innocent, then FUCK YOU for being the dumbest piece of shit still breathing. If he was innocent, why is he trying so hard to BLOCK THIS?

A line needs to be drawn in the earth right now. I’ve had it with “but the Democrats” tit-for-tat horseshit. There is NO COMPARISON. This is the worst commission of crimes since the FUCKING HOLOCAUST, and I’m done with anyone supporting it.

All of these so-called “MAGA Alphas” and their sycophantic admirers have been supporting a PEDOPHILE RAPIST.

The end is coming for all of you.

Alphas, this is why you were called as leaders. Being Alpha is about more than just being worshiped and served. Sometimes it’s about leading a charge to overthrow and destroy evil.

Here’s evidence that some Alphas are reaching that conclusion:

If you support Trump, ICE, and the rest of this corrupt administration, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE.

Blood is on your hands. You are nothing but gangrene, and you need to be cut off and destroyed.

I love how relaxed this young Alpha is while his faggot sniffs and licks his pits. It feels good, of course, but it goes deeper than that.

This is what easy, natural power looks like.

All Men understand the power of their armpits. Since puberty they’ve seen how their scent affects inferiors.

So lifting their arm and getting instant respect and worship is as easy as breathing.

Straight Alphas are accustomed to breeding. They appreciate their power to create life when they fuck females, and so they deeply respect their cum.

So when they mount a faggot, they don’t ask if it’s okay to breed them. They simply tell the faggot it’s happening as they shoot jets of cum into it.

It’s the way of Nature.

As God Alpha @itslynnox rams his huge dick one final time into the deepest part of the faggot and injects his seed directly into its bloodstream, there is a moment of serenity.

A God Alpha claiming his property.

It’s natural!

HierarchyIsTruth

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!

There has been a lot of brouhaha over THIS QUESTIONS FROM READERS in which a reader complained about my longstanding belief that there is no appreciable difference between straight and gay Alphas. Like some other issues such as chastity or findom, my position on this issue has evolved over time as I’ve been exposed to other opinions. I certainly didn’t feel straight and gay Alphas were equal when I first started the site in 2015. I’ve just known too many powerful gay God Alpha to ignore the evidence.

One of those powerful gay God Alphas is Master Jase. In fact, he might be one of the most powerful Alphas on EARTH, straight or gay. And I knew as soon as I published that QFR that Master Jase would eventually have something to say.

I wasn’t wrong:

Jake sent this to me. Jake himself is bisexual, but he knows that I am a gay Alpha and asked how I feel about this reader’s post. I pity the reader’s ignorance, fag Sam. He believes that gay men are attracted to straight men because of submission. He doesn’t understand that powerful gay alphas, such as myself, are the opposite.

I am attracted to masculine men because I love to break them. To dominate them. To show that my power and strength is above theirs. My attraction is one fueled by the need to have all that masculine confidence under my control.

The reader doesn’t know how many straight Alphas have sunk their asses onto my cock. How many I have pinned and rutted inside. How many I have cunted wide and taken my seed. How many I have transformed and made into better versions of themselves. Their girlfriends and wives too, I have fucked and made into absolute wastes. It is no comparison to the passion I feel from dominating other men, however. If I wish, I could have knocked up and bred a legion of superior sons and daughters. As it is, I will always keep trying with my circle of sluts and fags. Constantly breeding them deep, hoping to catch seed with my potent cum.

The reader, I don’t doubt is an Alpha. But he needs to learn to not be so close-minded and understand that there are god Alphas of all types, sizes, ethnicities, strengths, and yes, sexualities.

There really is nobody quite like Master Jace. In fact, his perspective is almost too skewed to give a wholly-relatable answer because he is the prototypical example of what I’ve often called the omnivorous Alpha. There are simply some Alphas to whom rules descriptors cannot be applied. Master Jase consumes all flesh equally and at his whim.

So to Master Jase, this argument of straight Alphas vs. gay Alphas is the catty bitching of inferiors, white noise drowned out by wails of the cunted rabble he leaves in his wake.

In fact, it’s God Alphas like Master Jase that really convinced me that, at least at a certain power level, there is absolutely no difference between straight and gay Alphas. I’ve intimately known and met God Alphas (both straight and gay), and they all want the same thing: ultimate power. It’s expressed in different ways, but the end result is always the same.

I’ve heard a lot of differing opinions from people about that DFR the other day. It’s been a healthy conversation. But ultimately, I defer to Alphas like Master Jase, true leaders who see the clearest perched at the top of the hierarchy!

I am a reader of your site and I agree with the hierarchical pyramid you propose. I have a master who is an alpha and whom I worship as a superior being. However, a problem has recently arisen: one of his friends has a submissive and we often see each other together. This submissive is a beta. He is unbearable and feels much more important than me. He also behaves in an unpleasant manner, when we are alone. I talked to my master about it, but he laughed and said that this was nonsense.

I’ve never had any problems with Alphas, and i respect the Hierarchy, but I can’t accept the whims of a beta. In my opinion, a faggot is a better than a beta. A Beta is a faggot who doesn’t have enough courage to be a faggot. What do you think?

Regardless of this consideration, how should I behave with that asshole without offending my master or his alpha friend?

Thank you for the question!

I can definitely appreciate how you feel about beta males. They are hierarchically useless unless they can be manipulated to serve the needs of Alphas. Also, beta males often have an inflated sense of importance because they are not treated like faggots (much like this beta you’re dealing with). Like you correctly said, betas don’t have the courage (or the honesty or humility) that faggots have.

Here’s the thing about this particular beta tormenting you: he’s a “beta-sub” on my hierarchical pyramid, which isn’t enough of a difference from a faggot to have egotistical bragging rights. It’s like being a guy with one paralyzed leg mocking a guy with two paralyzed legs.

I’m unhappy with your Master’s response to this situation. He should be pro-active when his property is being hurt or defamed (especially by a beta). I guess there’s not a lot that can be done about that, though.

As far as this beta is concerned, maybe showing him my chart and explaining to him that he’s really nothing special.

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Look at the way Master @ambroxios_back uses faggot throat!

It’s barely human to him. It’s a thing he uses to cum as many times as he wants.

That’s the privilege Alphas like him enjoy!

Look at the way Master @ambroxios_back uses faggot throat!

It’s barely human to him. It’s a thing he uses to cum as many times as he wants.

That’s the privilege Alphas like him enjoy!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

During my update on Master Anthony’s current situation and how he spent his 23rd birthday with his faggot Fabien, Master Anthony tossed off a hint about how he was in the process pf enslaving a teacher in one of his college classes.

Now, to Master Anthony such an occurrence is no big deal. It’s literally what happens with him every day of his blessed life. This teacher is only a few years older than Master Anthony, but Master Anthony’s God Alpha power doesn’t recognize age or position. It only knows conquering and dominance and glory.

Here is Master Anthony’s latest conquest:

OK I’m going to tell you my story with that teaching assistant, cause it’s becoming really good 😉 The guy is named Daniel, he’s a new teacher in his late twenties who recently got his PhD and whom I see every Monday in a small advanced class.

To make everything clear, I should point out that in France (I don’t know how it is elsewhere), students address the teaching assistants formally, calling them Sir, while they call us by our first names, and both sides use the formal “vouvoiement” form of address (rather than the informal “tutoiement“).

From the beginning of the year with Daniel, we developed a special relationship because I am his best student (obviously) and he soon had a soft spot for me. He often praises me in front of everyone in class, speaks kindly to me and such. Often in class, I take off my shoes to be comfortable just wearing socks, or put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me. Daniel never said anything to me, and I even noticed him sometimes glancing interestedly at me and my feet.

One day, when he asked us to hand in an assignment by the following week, I interrupted him to say, “I’ll hand it in the week after that, it’s more convenient for me.” He smiled and replied, “Okay, fine, as a special exception, because it’s you!” When I gave him my homework two weeks later, he repeated, “I made an exception for you this once, okay?” I beamed and said “Yeah, cause I’m exceptional!” “Sure thing!” he friendly answered.

In December, as the holidays approached, I went to see him alone at the end of class. I said, “Well done on your classes, Daniel, you’re a very good teacher, we learn a lot with you.” I could see that he was a little surprised that I used his first name, but he didn’t mention it. He was obviously delighted by my praise. “Thank you, Anthony! It’s easier with a brilliant student like you!” I told him that I would like to explore a particular topic in more depth, that I wanted to send him an additional essay for him to evaluate and help me improve, and of course he agreed. The following week, at the beginning of class, I said to him “I will email you my essay today. I want your feedback before the weekend, without fail!” He chuckled and nodded. He emailed back the very next day: “Here it is as requested. No fail! ;)”

When classes resumed in January, I went to see him at the end of class to ask him if he wanted to go for a drink. But this time, not only did I call him by his first name, I also used the informal tutoiement. After a second of surprise, he replied, “If you want, with pleasure!”, using tutoiement to me too. So I said to him, kindly but firmly, “I didn’t give you permission to say “tu” to me.” Then, with an uneasy chuckle, he jokingly said “Well, sorry, Sir“. So we had a drink in a bar not far from the university, and this time we were both using our first names… but I was using the informal “tu” form with him, and he was using the formal “vous” form with me! I was already relishing this reversal of power. I praised him genuinely, as I praise my underlings when they do a good job and satisfy me. “You’re a very good teacher. You’re going to help me to succeed.” “I’m very glad of it! That’s my purpose. To help a promising young man like you.” He spontaneously paid for my drink.

The following week, in class, while he was going over instructions that I already knew, I was talking to my classmate next to me. Daniel called out to me, “Hey, keep quiet in class, boys!” I stopped talking, but I glared at him throughout the rest of the class, and I could see that he was uncomfortable. At the end of class, I took my time leaving, and when we were alone, he came over to me. He said “Hey Anthony, sorry about…” I interrupted him. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again. Understood?” I could see he was startled and uneasy, but he did not protest, he quietly nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. “No hard feeling. See you next time.” The week after, I talked over him in class several times, and he didn’t say anything. I asked him out for a drink after class again. He was clearly delighted and relieved to be back in my good graces. And once again, he paid for my drink.

The latest twist: yesterday, after class, we walked together for a bit. I discreetly managed to undo my boot laces by stepping on them. As we were about to ways, I said to him “Hey, my bootlaces are undone! Tie them back up.” He was very confused. “What?” “You heard me perfectly well.” I said coolly. He stared at me for a moment, while I stood motionless and stern, then he looked around, slowly knelt down, and re-tied my bootlaces. He stood up and didn’t dare look me in the eye again! I said to him, “Good boy. See you next Monday!”

Here’s the situation right now! 😀 I must say, that’s even funnier that dominating my classmates and other boys my age. I feel like a cat playing with his prey! I really look forward to see Daniel next week!

Can you see how brilliantly Master Anthony captured Daniel? He started with testing Daniel with his feet, and then ramping up the tease with increasingly more brazen power plays until Daniel is likely too confused to even respond.

This is how it happens when a God Alpha recognizes a faggot-in-hiding that he wants to use in some way. He flushes the faggot out of its hiding place and then hunts it down! This is pure animal instinct.

I followed up by asking Master Anthony if he knew Daniel was a faggot from the beginning, and if he planned to fuck and breed Daniel eventually. He answered this way:

I didn’t immediately identify him as a faggot, but his quick and obvious admiration for me and his willingness to bend over backwards for my convenience quickly aroused my dominant instinct 😀 I wanted to test him out, and each time, I felt the impulse to go a little further. I’m absolutely enjoying the play, it reminds me of how Fabien slowly realized he belonged at my feet! LOL I intend of course to go as far as I can and I definitely will cum into Daniel at the end!

That is what we faggots are to Alphas like Master Anthony: playthings.

But playthings in the hands of a developing God Alpha like Master Anthony are safe … and cherished.

Daniel is about to find this out!

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!

You can access PART ONE of this series by CLICKING HERE.

Master Jase is not simply a God Alpha with impressive physical attributes (huge dick, bodybuilder musculature, and raging dominance), but he also possesses the mind of a scientist or skilled surgeon. His depth of understanding of hierarchy is as deep and as studied as anyone I’ve ever known. My consultations with him on the subject are deep and rich and infinitely rewarding.

Master Jase recently gave me a rare first class opportunity to peer into his mind and thought process as he extensively mapped out and executed a plan to mentor a young bisexual Alpha named Jake on how to cunt and own faggots.

In the first part we were introduced to Alpha Jake and his older faggot brother Tyler. Master Jase set up some of what was to come, but here we start to see Master Jase’s masterplan really take shape.

Update on training Jake as an emerging alpha and Tyler to be a well-cunted and trained fag. There is a routine whenever I visit. Jake has been present every session. He greets me by kneeling down, pulling out my god cock, and kissing the tip before worshipping and making love to my cock and balls.

Make no mistake, fag. Jake is still an alpha, and has the build, confidence, and quiet, masculine power you couldn’t fathom. Yet he knows his place as he leans his face against the immense weight of my cock dwarfing his face. Looking up at me with admiration and awe.

I won’t lie, fag. I have a deep urge to take over, grip him as I would my submissives, and reshape him sexually, but I resist. I know that day won’t be far where he, an alpha confident in his own ways, recognises the need and yearning to submit to his superior alpha.

Tyler, the faggot brother, is always by the side. I see the mixture of envy, disbelief, but above all, desire as he watches his younger brother surrender himself to my domination. I see how he bounces and twitches and flexes his back and body, as if imagining that it was his pussy and his mouth my massive cock was pillaging.
When I deem Jake’s worship to be satisfactory, I hold Jake’s head still. He knows and gives me cock one final lick or kiss before standing up, and he always looks beautiful with his untrained, sore lips smeared in my pre, his spit and tears. His service over, I allow him to pull out his own cock.

We sit where we want, and I ask Jake about his feelings, answer questions, teach more about domination and submission or discuss different aspects of alphahood. The fag is acknowledged for the first time, as I order and gesture him to serve. We talk, and the slut sucks my toes, kisses and massages my leg muscles, gags and chokes himself on my cock, breathes deep under my heavy balls.

As of now, Jake is still exploring his own alphahood. He has leanings towards findom that I do not, he admires my brutality but knows that he cannot match me. I assured him that every alpha is unique and that surely his current sluts love how he controls them. You should see how proud he gets as he describes how he sexually and emotionally rules over his fags.

Jake is not uncomfortable seeing his brother serve me as we talk. In fact, he seems to revel in it with each visit. I told him not to touch his cock, but with the way his cock bounces, leaks, and visibly gets harder, I can tell he is very much into seeing his slut bro being used.

He is still banned from sexually using his brother. I know from our talks that he still admires his brother, but is now overlapping the fag imagery of his slut brother over that of the powerful built idol he remembers. At times, I turn Tyler so his pussy faces Jake, and I tell Jake to play with the plug that his fag bro uses to warm up his insides for my cock. One day, I will allow Jake to use and fuck his faggot brother. I am training Tyler for that day. But not yet.

I know it gives both Jake and the faggot a thrill when I end the discussion and haul up the fag’s massive muscled body with ease and carry him like a prize trophy into his room. One time, I directly thrust my giant cock into his pussy and carried him to his room, mounted and stuffed while he moaned and squirmed in my arms.

The cunting always last multiple hours. I am brutality, aggression, power, dominance. I do not muffle the fierce rutting, ensuring that Jake hears every second of the vigorous cunting. Recently I allowed to kneel at the doorway as I expertly fuck his once powerful brother. When I am done reducing the fag into a limp, ruined, gaping and seed-filled mess, before I leave, Jake again kisses and tastes my cock that had just dominated and savagely churned out his faggot brother.

Two days ago, Jake surprised me by having one of the guys he fucks at ready, next to his fag bro. Jake worships me nonetheless, but when we talk, he learns from me and has his own fag serving and worshiping his cock. He watches as we talk, mimicking me when I fuck his fag bro’s throat mercilessly, controlling the fag’s head to give him breath while making him breathe in my musk, smacking his fag’s face with his cock as I do, complimenting and commanding his fag when I call Tyler a ‘good boy’ or ‘suck harder bitch’, etc.

I could tell he had to ease off before he cums, when he would hold his fag’s head still and pant, but he had good control and lasted through our talk. I was impressed with how far he came, and with the look in his fag’s eyes and his noises, his fag was very appreciative of the more dominant nature of his master.

Cunting Tyler was even more virile, as I was pumped from witnessing the growth of Jake learning to use his fag. Slamming and crushing his body with my immense strength, jackhammering his reshaped pussy and breeding its gaped and ruined insides. As I use his dazed face to clean my cock, I hear from outside the distinct sounds of a cock rutting inside a pussy and the whimpering responses of a fag being well-fucked.

Jake doesn’t have my stamina or strength. I am incomparable in that regard. Nevertheless, he was able to continually fuck his own fag with breaks, no doubt spurred on by what he hears and knows happens in his brother’s room.

After I finish that session’s cunting and leave my fag blacked out, I exit and hear the squishing melody of lips servicing cock. Jake is spearing his fag’s throat, and as he sees me, still keeping his cock in his fag’s throat, bends down slightly and take my cock in his mouth. Just as routine.

I ruffle his hair, calling him my good boy. He moans around my cock in reply and thanks. I pulled his head up to meet my eyes with his and told him that next time, I’ll teach him how to cunt his fag. I’ve told him about it, but never demonstrated. I could see and sense Jake instantly relieving another load into his fag’s throat from the thought.

That will happen in two days time. I am eager to share with Jake the thrill and virility an alpha feels when he cunts a fag into that incomprehensible state of bliss all you faggots crave and desire.

This second phase of Master Jase’s plan to groom young Master Jake and teach him about the power of cunting is where things get really interesting. It’s a methodical approach, with each step used to help Master Jake accept and embrace the natural power he actually has!

I love that Master Jake was able to witness a true God Alpha at work. It helps him understand just how far he can really push fags in order to fulfill both himself and them. It reveals exactly what fags need in order to be obedient and centered.

But this is only the start. In the next part, Master Jase makes his next dramatic move with Master Jase that will teach Master Jake what cunting does within an Alpha hierarchy!

PART THREE COMING SOON!

Hello Sam I’m after some advice.

I’m a 38 year old born faggot. I’ve always been submissive and always known my purpose was to serve alpha men. Gods that were put on this off for me to serve.

I’ve severed men all my life. I have been wearing Chastity since I was a teen and I have been owned by some of the most superior alpha gods – man and boys. However over the last couple of years things have slowed down. I am still very eager to serve and although I’m an experienced faggot I always believe each alpha owner can teach you something new. So why are alphas no longer interest in me? Do faggots like me have a shelf life?

I have so much service left in me and am keen to obey as I always have. What can I do to keep alpha men interested in an experienced faggot.

Thank you for the question!

You’ve hit on one of the most frustrating truths about being a faggot. Sadly, it’s true: faggots DO have a shelf life.

Now, when I say that, I’m only referring to sexually. Obviously, as a faggot ages it becomes less attractive sexually to Alphas, especially given that Men and Alpha are notorious hunters of young, fresh meat. However, how soon that expiration date arrives is entirely within the faggot’s control. Obviously, a paunchy (or fat), balding faggot with bad teeth and eye bags (or other physical defects of aging) can be mitigated if the faggot takes care of itself, right?

Another more insidious effect of aging is a loss of confidence on the part of a faggot. Every successful faggot I’ve ever known has a bit of confidence and self-worth attached to themselves, which in turn attracts high-quality Alphas eager for servants to reflect well on them. But if a faggot loses that confidence (due to insecurities from aging), Alphas can sense that and be less interested.

Now brother, I don’t anything about your situation, but I can tell you that 38 is too young to be experiencing this issue. So be honest with yourself: how do you really look? Have you let yourself go? Have there been other physical issues?

The good news is that older, aging faggots can still be quite useful domestically and for worship sessions. You might remember an inspirational story about a wonderful older faggot in his sixties named Chadwick who recognized his diminished physical appeal and turned himself into a popular nation-wide domestic faggot. You can read that thread by CLICKING HERE. That is the ultimate answer for aging faggots.

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 23-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard directly from Master Anthony, the French God Alpha and owner of my little brother Fabien. Over the last year or so Master Anthony has been enjoying his superior life in the best ways possible, traveling to various countries with his Alpha pack and stable of faggots in tow. He’s fucked countless females and bred fags too many times to track. It’s all a typical part of “Alpha ascension”.

Master Anthony just turned 23 years old the other day. Imagine being 23 years old and essentially worshiped everywhere you go! A faggot like me can’t even imagine it! Meanwhile, a 23rd birthday is just another day in a glorious like few Men can comprehend.

But my little brother Fabien wasn’t about to let Master’s special day pass without once more going above and beyond to please him!

Hey boy

A few news about my life, as I know you love it ! Last week was my 23th birthday. My slave had prepared a nice surprise for me. He had contacted several of my other stooges (from college or elsewhere) and of my bros’ servants (I think you know some of them, Clément and Basile). When I came out of my room, irritated that my house slave hadn’t brought me my breakfast, I found myself surrounded by fifteen boys kneeling in the living room! They all shouted, “GLORY AND HONOR TO MASTER ANTHONY, GOD AMONG MEN!” and bowed down! It was so funny!  I walked past each of them to let them kiss my feet, and I distinguished some of them by putting my foot or hand on their heads. And Fabien sucked my cock in front of everyone! The envy on the faces of the others, OMG!

Of course, all those little whores were throat- and ass-fucked by me and my friends during our party all afternoon and evening! My best mate Henri wanted to throw my birthday party at his house (he lives in a house with his parents, who were away last weekend). It was super fun! There were a few beta boys from college, one of whom came with his girlfriend. He had to lick my feet while I kissed the girl and then while she sucked me off! I loved it! It feels so good to humiliate straight guys and make them accept my superiority! I can still see myself slumped in the chair, with Fabien massaging my back, the pretty girl’s mouth around my cock, and her “boyfriend” on the ground licking my toes! SO GOOD!

And Fabien is still as flawless as ever. He’s been bulking up lately, at my request. I decided to have him do workout and not just accompany me to the gym. He’s already good-looking, but I want a more muscular slave. I think it reflects well on me, and I feel powerful dominating a very masculine slave. Sometimes I randomly order him to do push-ups, and I count! I place my foot so that he kisses it with each push-up. I know it motivates him! LOL

Next time maybe I’ll tell you how I’m subduing a teaching assistant at the university! LOL Bye, fag!

I love how Fabien came up with the idea of surprising his Master by using a naturally-occurring resource within their circle: a stable of faggots! Having them all kneeling in submission to Master Anthony when he woke up was genius! How on earth can Master Anthony think of himself as anything other than a God Alpha given these kinds of displays of loyal worship?

Of course, I’ve long maintained that Alpha ascension really doesn’t happen without the assistance of a great faggot. This is especially true with straight Alphas like Master Anthony. A great faggot serves without issue, always loyal and forward-thinking, and cherishes even the smallest opportunities to please its Owner.

That describes Fabien perfectly. Unlike many selfish fags, Fabien gladly shares his Master with other faggots (even teaching them how to serve him!), or serving humbly as Master uses females for pleasure. Fabien does all of this work full of joy and appreciation, but also free of jealousy. That’s a huge trick few faggots pull off!

I love the detail Master Anthony added at the end about transforming Fabien’s body. That shows Master Anthony is taking a vested interest in creating a faggot that reflects his own superiority. After all, a God Alpha shouldn’t be served by unappealing faggots, right?

Master Anthony is one of my favorite Alphas because he approaches his superiority casually and seems to truly love owning faggots as part of his growing kingdom. It’s such a privilege to be a part of that kingdom!

Thank you, Master Anthony!

Master @alphapitter is very involved in the training of his faggots. Here he uses piss as a way to train one of them.