Hi there. I hope I’m not asking questions that have been answered elsewhere. I’m a 29 year old fag who is married to a great guy who treats me well. We met when we were 19, so we’ve been together a very long time, and we love each other a lot. However, I’ve always had this feeling that something is missing in our relationship. I’ve always wanted to be dominated, to be subservient, to hand over control and decisions to someone. I thought it was just a kink, that I was a submissive bottom, and that my husband dominating me in the bedroom once in a while would satisfy those desires. My husband, an enthusiastic top, and even a little dominant, happily obliged. But always at my urging. And always stopping just short of where I wanted him to go, always cautious and never pushing my limits. He bought me a chastity cage, but he doesn’t order me to wear it and doesn’t hold me accountable when I fail to, so I’m essentially self-locked. And the domination always stops when we leave the bedroom. Over the years it has become clear to me that my husband is definitely kinky, and willing to explore my sexual fantasies, but at the end of the day will always view me as an equal. But I’ve also come to the realization that I am a faggot at heart. I don’t want to be equal. I want to be made to submit, to be told when and how to serve, to make a superior Alpha man happy with my submission. I’ve talked to my husband about this. We’ve had an open relationship since the beginning, and he’s been willing to let me explore these feelings both with him and other men. It’s been difficult though. My husband continues to wait for me to ask to be dominated before taking control. I’ve had a couple encounters with Alpha men who have used me, and those experiences have been incredible and I crave more. But I feel limited in how well and often I can serve due to my relationship, and thus somewhat unfulfilled. I know I could be a good faggot if simply allowed to. I don’t want to be a faggot just occasionally on the weekends. I want to grow into my potential.  I guess I’m looking for advice. How can I explain to my husband that this is more than just a kink? Is it possible that by treating my man more like an Alpha, he may grow into the role? Or that I might find an Alpha or Alphas who can fit into our existing relationship dynamic? I love my husband and I want to be with him. But I know I won’t be truly happy if I don’t become the best faggot I can be. Thank you for reading. I’ll appreciate hearing any thoughts you might have on this. <3

This is a VERY common issue with gay couples. It’s a frustrating one because the established relationship (and the roles in it) acts as another barrier to fulfillment for whichever member needs something different, 
 
Fortunately, a faggot can appeal to a Top much easier than an Alpha might appeal to a bottom, if that makes any sense. As you’ve said, your Top boyfriend has already expressed some amount of dominance toward you. The chastity cage raised my eyebrows, too. So clearly, your Top boyfriend has some interests in dominating you. 
 
However, I think he’s pulling back on it because he thinks of this as a “kink” instead of a very real need you have to serve. This is also a very common problem with Tops – they cannot wrap their minds around the fact that their bottom actually needs to be OWNED and USED like property. But that is exactly what faggots crave, and why we are born. 
 
You need to break through to your boyfriend. I mean seriously, start calling him “Sir” all the time, start sitting at his feet, stop eating at the table with him, ask his permission when you leave the room, start serving him all the time on every occasion. He doesn’t open his own doors anymore, etc. Really lean into being his FAGGOT in all aspects, and see how he reacts. This will either trigger his Alpha instincts (if he has them), or it will upset him. At least then you’ll know. 

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You know, I’ve taught a lot of things about Hierarchy over the last ten years, and I get a lot of shit for some of the things I insist are true. Occasionally someone will come up with an argument that forces me to reassess how I view things, but there are some ideas I will never abandon.

Here’s one of them: straight Alphas fuck, breed, own, and use faggots, and doing so doesn’t make them gay. It only makes them more powerful.  

The truth of that precept is lodged more firmly inside me than a rapidly-swelling dick. I will never admit otherwise because that would mean I’m lying. And I’m not a liar.

I know this is true because I know Hierarchy. Also, I’ve served as first faggot to multiple straight Alphas, and I’ve even been owned by a few of them. I know this because I have countless true stories from straight Alphas who have come to know and treasure the worship and service of faggots peppered throughout this website.

And guess what? I have another.

The story that Master J.A. dropped into my inbox the other day couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a brick in a pillowcase swung at my head. Master J.A. is a Latin American Apex Alpha with a gay Apex Alpha younger brother. They’re around 40 years old now. Although extremely close, their lives took drastically different paths. Master J.A. took the more traditional route, getting married and having kids, while his brother took the Hierarchical path.

One of the two brothers eventually regretted their choice. Wanna guess which one?

Master J.A. poured his soul into this long letter, but I beg of all Alphas to please carefully read and meditate on the lessons enumerated here!

Hello Sam, I have been reading your website for a couple of weeks now. I will tell you a story because I guess you’re gonna enjoy to have one more real example of how Hierarchy works.

I am 40 years old. My whole family moved from Latin America to California 20 years ago. I was 20 and my little brother was 17. We have always been best friends and I took care of him since he was born. But it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t need any kind of protection. We were both Alphas. I didn’t know this expression but it was clear that both he and I had been born to rule the world. It was even easier to notice that when we left our country and came to America, where we could express our sexual desires with much more freedom. I started to fuck girls at age 15 and haven’t stopped since then. My brother did the same thing and seemed to enjoy it too. One day, however, in a party when he was 18/19 he drank too much and let a guy suck his cock. Since we have always been best friend and had no secrets, he told me what happened next morning, regretting the terrible hangover but saying that he “kinda like it”. 

I would never judge my little brother but I didn’t expect that at all. Both of us had always been the powerful “Machos” of the family. I told him that I would love him anyway, even if he was a “faggot”. 20 years ago, I used this word (maricon in Spanish) just to mock him, neither of us had an idea about this whole hierarchy thing. Well, he embraced this “faggot” side but he didn’t want to suck any dick, he just enjoyed the blowjob that the boys in our town gave to him. Today I understand that my brother wasn’t a faggot at all, he was just using those who were there to serve him.

He “officially” came out as a gay man when we both moved from our parents’ house and moved together to San Francisco, a good spot to come out. You can only imagine the things he would do in Castro. That was the beginning of the 2000s we were young, full of energy and, most importantly, full of cum. He didn’t want anything with girls anymore but he had big balls to unload. We were brothers, best friends, and housemates, so I took hundreds of girls to my room while he would bring hundreds of faggots to his room and some non-fag bottoms too. Sometimes I could hear him fucking in the other room while I was breeding a girl in my bed.

For sure, that was the best moment of my life and I felt like a fucking King sharing that apartment in SF with my brother. Everything changed when I had the crazy idea of getting married in 2008. My brother told me that I would never stand to fuck only one pussy forever but, unfortunately, I had in my mind this rooted idea that a real Man must have a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and pursue the “American dream”. Well, I got married and there’s no need to say that, even though I loved my wife, it felt like jail. She was jealous as fuck and I couldn’t even like other women’s photos on social media.

I don’t even know how many times I needed to use my fleshlight in the bathroom to jerk off because she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And believe it or not, she was jealous of the fleshlight so I needed to keep it hidden. So while I was hidden fucking a plastic pussy in the shower my brother had the life I should be having. Since I had moved to live with my wife, he needed to find a new roommate to split the rent. He had the brilliant idea to put a faggot in the other room! So he not only fucked hundreds of nice tight boys but he also had a live-in faggot right next door to unload whenever he wanted to. He had full-time service and all the holes he could fill up. I had an annnoying wife that would let me have sex twice a week.

It took me a huge effort to keep that marriage but in 2011 the best thing happened in my life: she got pregnant and gave me my beloved son. Suddenly, all the problems I had been facing disappeared because I could only think about being the greatest father of all times. But I am still a big strong Alpha, I had my needs… I’m not proud at all of doing this, but I started cheating on my wife after 5 years. It took me half a decade to give up on that fake “traditional family” dream. My kid was a little baby and still my main priority in life, but I could not stand anymore. Besides, after my son was born my wife basically stopped to have sex at all. I was using the fleshlight every night. 

I found three nice girls and started fucking them. I was hot and young, it wasn’t that hard to find nice women to have sex with. I kept my three sexy lovers for a while but one day my wife suspected that something was wrong and told me something I will never forget: she said that if cheated on her I would be “stabbing” not only her back but also my son because I’d destroy our whole family and she wouldn’t allow me to see my kid anymore. Nothing is more important on Earth than my son and I just gave up on my three other women to be in that cage she called a marriage.

My son grew up and from 2011 to 2019 I basically lived as a caged lion. I focused all energy on work and family. I made a lot of money, bought a bigger house and provided my son and wife with everything they needed. Meanwhile, I talked to my brother everyday, he is and will always be my best friend. He had spent all those years in the very same apartment, fucking hundreds – maybe thousands – of faggots. In 2019, we were both in our 30s and one day I asked him when he would settle down and find a husband to build a family. He simply said that I was his family and his boys were his family too (he didn’t use the word faggot back then). He had sex multiple times a day if he wanted to with sexy smooth boys and I was fucking my wife once a week. Who was the Alpha now? 

That conversation made me realize that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in an unhappy sexless marriage just because I loved my son so much. I could be a great father, even a better father, if I were happy and fulfilled. Then my wife put the last nail in the coffin in 2019, when we were preparing everything for thanksgiving. She had always been conservative, her family never liked the idea of their white blonde all-American girl marrying a Latino brown man. Even though I have been living here for 20 years and I am literally a self-made man, they still make fun of my accent every time we are together and highlight how “non-American” I am.

The only reason they accepted me around is because I became fucking rich and I could afford all the foolish desires she used to have. They’re all Trump supporters too. When I look behind, I can’t believe I lost ELEVEN YEARS of my life with these stupid people. Anyway, the “last nail in the coffin” that I mentioned was related to my brother. My kid was 8 years old in 2019 and her mom, who has never liked my brother, said that we should try to avoid him at home because he would be “a bad influence”. I don’t want my kid to know that his uncle owns faggots either but nobody knows that, only him and I. She was referring to the fact that he was openly gay and he didn’t want queer people at home.

That was enough for me. I broke up and told he we would get a divorce. As you can imagine, the bitch and her lawyers took hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. But everything was worth it to get rid off those stupid anti-gay anti-Latino “Trumpiards”. I moved with my brother again but I bought a nice big house for me, for him, and his faggots. He has a nice job too but we decided to live together as a real family. He started reading your website during the pandemic and he’s a huge fan. He sent me the link to understand better what it was all about. It was not the first time he would try to get me into gay stuff and I would always tell him that I’m just a straight ally, my dick would never touch another male.

Everything changed when he told me just to be open-minded and think about this possibility. He knew that, since he was gay, I would never understand what faggot ownership is learning just from him. It would always be just “gay stuff”. However, he did something very smart and sent me the content of straight men using faggots. I read the entire thread of Matt, Nick, Jin and their faggots. At first, I admit (with all due respect to your content) that I thought it was just very well-written fiction but I got horny anyway. Then my brother sent me the videos of this guys Jordan, from Brandt’s Boys. That was all I needed to change my life.

I started watching Jordan and other straight men online. Although Jordan nowadays kisses his faggot, jerks off for other men and sucks cock, something that I’ll never do, I learned from him. 

One day my brother and I were drinking together and he called a faggot (there are 3 living in our house). He had never done it in front of me but he simply grabbed the boy told him to kneel and took a piss in his mouth!! What the fuck?? I was so shocked that I almost interrupted him and told him that it was too much and he could harm the boy. But the faggot had done it hundreds of times and love it. When he was done, the fag thanked him and asked what else he needed. My brother was already drunk so he said that, since the fag had his cock in the mouth, he could suck him and get a nice load. The boy had his throat totally fucked by my “little” brother and, again, loved it. After he came, my brother told the faggot to go back to his bedroom and relaxed again in the couch next to me. He noticed I was shocked to witness that and he just said that, while I had wasted eleven years of my life, he had been getting that kind of service since he was 18. 

During the pandemic, I opened my mind and deconstructed my prejudices about owning faggots. He convinced me to give it a try but I was still reluctant. So I told him that I would do it but I wanted the fag to think that it was him. We blindfolded one of the 3 faggots and he sucked my cock thinking that I was my brother. Our cocks are big and thick but the faggot noticed something was different and said that his Master’s cock was tasting different. I didn’t say anything, just held his head and fucked his throat. It was mind-blowing. No need to say that it was much better than anything that my wife had done in 11 years. I had a better orgasm in one night with that blindfolded faggot than in 11 years with her.

When I got out from his bedroom, my brother asked if I liked it. And he could see in my smile that I had loved it. Then he said “get ready, this one is the worst cocksucker among them”. In 2022, one of our boys needed to move for school and we allowed him to go. We have 2 live-in faggots now and we both use them. We haven’t did it together, though. It’s still too much of a taboo for us. What matters is that now I understand what is to have the life of a King. It took me years and years to have it, while my brother has already a 20 years history of owning faggots. But that’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m still 40, I’m in shape, I can fuck them for more 20 or 25 years if I keep healthy.

I’m still straight and I still fuck a lot of women but now that I’m getting older it is harder to find random sexy girls. So I now have to girls in her 30s who I fuck regularly but it’s even unfair to compare their blowjobs and pussy with our boys’ service. I don’t intend to get married again but I’m still the greatest dad to my kid. He’s almost a teenager now and I love him more than everything on Earth. I really hope he’s gonna be a big strong Alpha like dad and uncle but if he’s a faggot I’ll support and love him anyway.

I apologize for such a long letter but, as a faggot, you must just read it and obey me. The reason why I’m sharing my story with you is because I want your readers to know that hierarchy is indeed truth. I don’t want to repeat that straight men can use faggots, because I know you’ve said that a hundred times. Most importantly, I want to tell your young readers that WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. We must study, work hard, focus on our goals, but it’s a violence against ourselves to get stuck on an unhappy marriage just because society thinks it’s right. I want to say that I love my gay brother, he’s a wonderful Man and a God Alpha. We’re both Latino brown Men and we are proud of it too. My ex-wife will never read this letter but I will tell her “fuck you” anyway and fuck all the Trump supporters that are out there hating gay people, black people and Latino people.

I’m a fucking King from Latin America, my brother is gay and there’s nothing they can do to hold us back.

Thank you Sam for such an important website, I can only imagine how many Men like me have embraced their Alphahood because of your work. I don’t know if you serve older Alpha like me but I would love to say thank you with a thick load down your throat one day. Now that I’m 40, I’ll have to fuck and cunt as many fag holes I can fuck to keep up with my brother’s impressive count.

We’re both VERY proud of you, faggot Sam.

Regards,
Apex Alpha J.A.

If you still don’t think Hierarchy is a real concept that governs all of our lives and can provide deep fulfillment when applied, please re-read the above testimonial. Master J.A. DEFINES its truth!

So many straight Alphas surrender their power and glory to the machinations of a society that wants to mute them. The truly powerful Men among us endanger the artificial societal constructions created by weak beta males seeking power that does not belong to them.

A beta male cannot tell an Alpha how he should live or by what standards he should live. Nature gives Alphas that right at birth. They owe nothing to anyone except the universe that blessed them.

I’ll never understand why any Alpha would voluntarily choose the cage instead of ruling the world. EVER.

But Master J.A.’s example is more than simply an advocacy of Alpha purpose. It’s also a revelation on Alpha sexuality. Alpha sexuality is not defined by who they fuck. Master J.A. could fuck 1,000 faggots and still be straight. That’s because he gets off on the POWER that fucking and breeding his faggots gives him.

Again, why would a straight Apex Alpha settle for a wife when he can live like a literal King, served by a court of faggots and fuck any female he chooses? WHY?

This was finally the lesson Master J.A. learned from his younger Apex Alpha brother.

Now they can finally rule the world together, side by side, brothers of blood as well as purpose.

I thank Master J.A. endlessly for his astounding life story! In the echelon of Hierarchical testimony found on this site, this stands apart!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Not everything I discuss with Alphas and faggots behind the scenes makes it onto the public blog. My various information channels are constantly stuffed with questions, random stories, and comments of hate and praise. Some of it isn’t appropriate to share, and some of it isn’t substantial enough to use in a teaching manner. It’s all a series of editorial decisions made on the fly, and it’s not always a clean process.

Master Aaron is one of my favorite Alphas featured here in recent months. I don’t hear from him regularly, but when I do, it’s usually something astounding that scrambles my little faggot brain. And so it is again with today’s update.

It involves a former faggot owned by Master Aaron named Dominic. I haven’t mentioned Dominic here on the front of the blog because Master Aaron told me about the faggot briefly during background conversations, and it didn’t seem like that thread was going anywhere.

But life often surprises us, doesn’t it? Well, it surprised Master Aaron, too.

I wanted to give you an update on Dominic, the faggot I owned who got back in touch years after I had owned him – I’m not sure if you remember the details, but I sent you pics of him. He had moved to California and had been trying to live a straight life, after almost being outed by someone.

Quite a lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time. He met with an Alpha in Long Beach – a guy called Juan, who commented on your post about the fag. They met a couple of times, but didn’t really click. After their first meeting the faggot was invited to attend a party and was used by the Alpha’s friends, but had almost no contact with the Alpha himself. I guess Juan just wants a boy to use as a party favor – which I’m sure would be perfect for some fags, but it isn’t the sort of situation that is right for Dominic.

We had a long call about it, and I advised him to look for something that has more depth and permanence to it. I also told him to stop prostituting himself, which is a pattern he keeps falling into. If an Alpha wants to whore him, that’s one thing, but a faggot whoring itself is a dangerous and self-destructive path. I got him to see that he keeps doing it because he’s trying to resist fully embracing his nature and is trying to use it as a quick fix to satisfy his impulse to serve. But the anonymous, impersonal nature of it will never really satisfy him and will just make him hate himself.

Well, the faggot got proactive about finding someone to serve. He joined fetlife, among other things, and put up some posts on personal ad sites. After a couple of meetings with potential Alphas, he has found a great role, and is now moving to San Raphael to be a live-in house boy for an Alpha. This Alpha is CEO of a software company, so the faggot is leaving his current job, which is also a software coding position, and will be working at his Alpha’s company. It’s a huge step and a bold change for the fag, and I’m very proud of him.

I spoke to his new Alpha at length, as he had many questions about the faggot’s history and experience, and I’m confident that the faggot is going to be put to good use, and has found a role where he will shine! A couple of days ago I participated in a scenario I’ve never experienced before – a sort of a virtual passing on of the faggot. The faggot and his new Alpha were together. I was on Facetime with them. I initially gave instructions to the fag to show his Alpha what he can do, and then eventually as things progressed and the faggot was cunted, and entered that state where the fag is essentially mindless, ownership was passed from me (as his last true Master) to his new Master. I’ve done it before with faggots, but doing it virtually was a new one for me.

Although I wasn’t there in person, it was a satisfying experience, and one that I think the faggot truly needed.

I was flabbergasted by this story. First of all, as a faggot, it touches me deeply to hear of such loving care by an Alpha for a former faggot. The concern here is so deep and so thoughtful that I could cry if I considered it too deeply. When you think about all of the stupid “Alphas” out there tossing faggots aside after using them, to find an Alpha who mentors his former faggot to find its next assignment like a job coach is truly astounding. I’ve served incredible Alphas in my life, and none of them ever did anything like that for me! Dominic should be so very grateful for this level of attention!

But I was also fascinated by this virtual, on-camera cunting overseen by Master Aaron. I had to ask for more information from him, and he patiently obliged.

Yes, I watched Dominic get cunted on Facetime! I think it was Zoom actually, but that’s beside the point.

It was his new Alpha’s idea, though it grew out of the conversation we were having. We had talked about the faggot’s history, and he mentioned that I was, in fact, the only true Master the faggot has had. And I mentioned that it’s sometimes good to pass a faggot on in a shared cunting. We sort of left it there. But then he came back later with this idea to do it on cam. It was an interesting experience for me. It wasn’t particularly sexual, tho it was hot giving the fag instructions, and seeing him get used – but it was satisfying to see him enter the zone, and to pass him on. He was cunted. For one section he was tied and was being fucked. The camera was in his face. I saw his expression, the look in his eyes. He kept thanking me, over and over, which was extremely gratifying. And I got to tell him that he has a new Master. I saw the transfer take place, which was satisfying.

I don’t know if it gets any more beautiful or touching than that, folks. What faggot wouldn’t want to be owned by either of these powerful, insightful Alphas?

I thank Master Aaron for sharing this deeply personal story of carefully transferring ownership of his former faggot to a new owner, and for this new Master for claiming Dominic as part of his own Kingdom!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of my favorite aspects of running this site is my opportunity to converse with some of the most experienced and powerful Alphas on the planet, Men of overwhelming insight and depth. Sometimes I’m left speechless and shaking from conversations with them.

Master Aaron is definitely one of those Alphas. He’s a mature Master of faggots with a decisive confidence that gives him the upper hand in every encounter. But, inside the walls of his impenetrable fortress, lies the heart of a truly good Man who cherishes his faggots and seeks positive development and reinforcement in them. It touches me.

Master Aaron received a surprise the other day. An former faggot of his reached out and made contact again!

One of my previous faggots just got back in touch with me. He served me from when he was 19 to about 22. He was a wonderful faggot. Easy to be with, utterly submissive, would do anything to please, had endless energy and a seemingly insatiable appetite for cock. I remember on his 20th birthday, I arranged a gang fuck for him in a club that has since closed. He had cum leaking out of him, down his legs and into his converse trainers. They stank of cum after that, and I would make him wear them everywhere.

Something happened that was never fully clear to me at the time, some family friend discovered what he was up to, and either wanted to use him, or did use him, or threatened to out him. The faggot was distraught about it, whatever it was, and wanted to take a break. He ultimately decided to embrace straight life, and a couple of years later moved to California to work for some tech company. It was a real shame. I knew it wasn’t a path that would make him happy, but I had already let him go, so it wasn’t my place to comment.

You can hear the pride in Master Aaron’s “voice” while describing the faggot, can’t you? This I can say for sure: there is nothing in the world that recharges the power of a Man more than a skilled and obedient faggot! This is especially true when the Man is the Owner and trainer of the faggot!

But then again, how sad is it that this incredible faggot retreated from the safety of a god like Master Aaron and into a sham life as a straight male? It’s heartbreaking to me! If there is any one thing I really want to prevent with this website, it’s faggots living fake heterosexual lives due to shame and fear.

Which then made Master Aaron’s next statement hurt even more:

Well, it seems he reads your site. He saw the posts about myself, Master Michael and the faggot Shane, and decided to get back in touch. He is currently living that difficult double life – living straight, but serving as faggot in clubs and with groups. He doesn’t currently have an Alpha. But if you know anyone over in San Francisco who wants to use him, I can put them in touch. I can share pictures of him (pg only – and they are NOT to be made public). It’s what he needs.

Master Aaron sent me a number of pics of the faggot, and it is indeed a little cutie! It’s not locked or anything, but it has gained some experience dressing as a female (probably passable given what I’ve seen). So this might be an opportunity for a California-based Alpha to sample some of Master Aaron’s finest vintage faggot service!

That’s what the greatest Alphas do – they till the earth and plant seeds to grow into blessings for other Men. They create life from lifelessness, bounty out of dearth.

And as for my dear Master Aaron, his cup runs over with Godhood.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When I posted the recent article about Master Aaron’s plan to break his faggot Shawn’s resistance to submit, I pulled back on my commentary. I’ve received so much hate for my stance on rough use/rape of faggots over the last year that I hesitated to say what I really thought – that Master Aaron needed to forcefully take Shawn. I didn’t want to hear catcalls about being a fag rape advocate.

But fortunately a faggot named Brandt provided a perfect example of what I was thinking.

I can relate to what you think Shawn is going through. I was in a long relationship that did not have a clear Alpha or Faggot. The reasons it fell apart were many but afterwards I had time to think. I knew I was a faggot but I wasn’t quite ready to embrace being a Faggot.

I started getting close to a man I respected a great deal. After a while, he told me he was an Alpha and he thought I would make a good Faggot for him. How he described the training he would give me was like what I had always dreamed of. Cocksucking, proper bottom etiquette, obedience, total acceptance of him as my Alpha and myself as his sub Faggot, etc. I agreed, and the training was incredible. I exceeded his expectations, but privately I was looking at it more as fun and games. I had a hard time accepting that I really was all these “unmanly” things he was training me to be.

I started feeling like I couldn’t be a man and a Faggot, and I started to rebel, talk back, and fight. Finally he had had enough, and called me into the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. He said he was giving me one last chance to show him I was serious about serving him, or he was going to cut me loose.

He told me to get on the bed, then he overpowered me and raped me. Held me down and pounded my throat and my ass, over and over. When he was done I was covered in sweat and his cum, and he said, “Faggot, you want more?” Without a second thought I said, “Yes.” He said, “Good. No more questions about who the Alpha is and who the Faggot is, got it? Now get over here and suck my cock.”

Eight years later I’m still his Faggot, and more of a faggot than ever. I realized how comfortable I was with everything I did for him, and I was still a man no matter what. I was man enough to serve my Alpha and make him very happy, and I was very happy doing it, and that’s what was important. I didn’t have to answer to anyone else’s definition of a man. I am finally my authentic self.

Maybe just be honest with Shawn and tell him your thoughts as you wrote them here. I’d guess you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on in his head. Let him know you want to make sure being your Faggot is what he truly wants, that you don’t want to invest so much in him if he thinks it’s all a game.

He sounds like a good Faggot, he just needs to give himself permission to be one.

This is perfect advice. The example Brandt uses from his own life is proof that faggots need to be shaped by rough, aggressive use and training. This is especially vital when a faggot is fighting the training it receives.

Sometimes a faggot needs to be slapped awake and to attention. It’s shocking that even some military Alphas don’t recognize that basic truth.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last update from Master Aaron, his faggot Shawn had been broken significantly with a series of assaults to its facade of hetero-normitivity. It was a rather brutal update (I encourage you to read it for yourself), but it really shows how deeply Masters Aaron and Michael thinks about faggot training.

And it appears their work is paying off.

I don’t think faggots need to put their nature on display for everyone, I think it can hold a faggot back if they compartmentalise too much, and have a very clean division between regular life and fag life. Blurring the lines a little can be incredibly powerful. Shawn does seem to be coming along at internalizing his faghood. There’s still resistance, but I’m confident it will break. He was born to be on his knees.

Speaking of which, his cocksucking is vastly improved. His hunger for cock was always there, but his technique and his range of skills is growing. Most importantly, though, he is deepthroating cock in a way that he couldn’t just a few weeks ago. And he’s eager to show me any advances that he makes.

I suggested that he invite his father to his college show. I got the clear sense that he’s worried he’s going to get outed, but he’s agreed to invite him, so we’ll see how that goes.

Those are all great things to hear!

However, it was that last line that made me curious. Master Aaron insisting that the faggot’s father show up for a gathering with his Masters seems ripe for confrontation and revelation. Would Shawn do it?

Of course!

Faggot’s father accepted the invitation to come to London to see the college show – but only after he was told there’d be a hotel room for him that he didn’t have to pay for. He’s a piece of shit lol. I’ve booked a room in the hotel where Master Michael and I first cunted the fag. It’s not until the end of March, so we have time to work out exactly how we want that to go.

Had a low key bondage session with the faggot last night. Invited a couple of other Alphas to come and use him too. Just ball gag, a couple of types of wrist restraint, a spreader bar, and finally a sling. No torture, or wax, or pegs or anything like that. Didn’t want to freak him out. He handled it well. 

Slowly but surely Masters Aaron and Michael are turning the screws on Shawn. There’s really no escape for the faggot at this point, only to rely on its Masters for support and guidance. They definitely know what they’re doing.

But notice Master Aaron’s comment about Shawn’s father: “He’s a piece of shit.” It sounds like there are two Alphas planning to train the father in a few months rather than his faggot son!

Should be interesting!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

So once Masters Aaron and Michael determined that their faggot Shawn was indeed a faggot, it was time to begin breaking Shawn’s deep-seated denial of his true faghood. There are a variety of different ways this can be accomplished, of course, but I was particularly interested in how Master Aaron might approach it (I have yet to speak with Master Michael). Master Aaron is very articulate and crafty, and he seems to be able to anticipate the specific needs of his faggots.

But what transpired blew me away. In fact, this is such an overwhelming use of Alpha power over a faggot’s body and mind that I felt like I was having a panic attack just reading it. Listen to Master Aaron:

Fun experience with the faggot yesterday.

His other Master is out of town again, so I took the fag to a fetish store in Soho at lunchtime. It was partly to get a ball gag and a collar for him, but there was also some training and humiliation to be involved. I was also going to make him buy them himself, and make some kind of reference to the cashier that they were going to be used on him because he’s a faggot. I think a faggot using that word about themselves to a stranger has quite a profound effect. Also being in that part of London during the day I figured would be a little exposing for him, so I had him dress a little provocatively.

We got into the store and I could tell he was nervous, which was delicious. I showed him a bunch of toys and explained, so that others could hear, how I could use them on him and what they would do. We looked at some porn (who actually buys magazines?) and I got him to say which positions and scenarios really appealed to him, and which he’d done. Then he went very quiet, and I realized that he was suddenly trying hard not to be seen (even though we were wearing masks). I glanced around and saw this older, feminine guy in the store. Turned out it was someone the faggot does work for. I think you know that the faggot gets paid to use his twitter and IG for product placements and to promote clothing brands. There’s a sporty London fashion label that he’s worn, and the guy in the store runs their promotions and marketing. The faggot was mortified about being seen, and about his worlds colliding like this. I could sense his panic. And the best thing to do with panic is to face it and push through. So I said that he should introduce me to the guy.

He was stunned but, obedient faggot that he is, he just resigned himself to it and nodded. I put my hand on his back a guided him over. Shane said hello. It took a second for the guy to recognise him, and then he just exploded with Oh my God, SHANE! Oh my God, I had no idea.’ Shane introduced me as Aaron, and for a second I thought he was going to bail on saying more. But then he added, ‘he’s my… he’s my Master.’ I was so proud of him for doing that. I could see the guy (Gideon) do the mental contortions to rethink what he thought he knew about Shane – that this straight, vain, gym-rat, alpha wannabe is actually a cock-worshipping faggot. Then he made this whole song and dance about how he’d never guessed that Shane was a slave (his word), but that now he knew it suddenly seemed very obvious.

Gideon then did a very interesting thing. He stopped addressing the faggot, and directed his conversation only to me. He’s not a fag himself – though he is quite feminine – but he understood the dynamic. But he suddenly treated the fag like it wasn’t even there. I was impressed. He asked how long I’d owned the slave – I corrected him to use the term fag – and whether he was experienced or if I was breaking him in. We discussed what the faggot had done so far, and it turned out that Gideon’s husband is an Alpha, and uses fags (though Gideon himself is not a fag), and he said that his husband would be thrilled to hear that Shawn was a faggot, as he’d seen pictures of him and had said that he wanted to use him.

So I said, call him, let’s make it happen. So we did. The faggot paid for the stuff. Then we went and got a coffee while Gideon made his call. And then we headed to their place to meet his husband who was leaving work early.

In my estimation, his husband (whose name I forget) isn’t actually an Alpha at all. He’s a top, certainly, and physically quite impressive, and boasts a decent 8 inches. He’s a good guy, and I’m sure he thinks he’s Alpha, but he’s doesn’t have the attitude and doesn’t take control. But we were there, and I said he could use my faggot, so that’s what he did. I had to take charge a little to get things started, but the faggot performed perfectly. He stripped, spread himself and displayed himself to the husband, got down to kiss and lick his feet. Then used his fag mouth on the guy’s cock, and then finally the guy took control and fucked and bred him. The fag struggled a bit with the thickness of the cock. He’s been stretching himself with dilators, but this guy was thicker than anything he’s had before. I wonder actually, if that’s why the guy uses fags, because his husband Gideon can’t take it? But Shawn made it through. I kept eye contact with him most of the time the husband was in him, assured him he could handle it, and reminded him that this is what he’s for.  He could barely speak, but he managed a few ‘yes, sir’s’. Then when the husband was done, I took over. I fucked that cum further inside, and showed the husband how to really use a fag. I told him to bring Gideon back into the room to watch, so he could see the faggot getting bred, and so that Shawn would know that at least one person from his previous life had seen him being used. I made the faggot beg for my seed, and made him tell his audience what he is.

When we were done, we got a cab back to my place. I asked the faggot how it felt about what had happened. He said he’d felt a bit overwhelmed at the start, but that he had controlled his panic at seeing someone he knew, and that he was glad it had happened. He said that he would do anything for me, and that he’s lucky I’m his Master. I got him to talk through everything that had happened to him as a faggot that day, from getting dressed, to going to the store, to getting bred. (I noticed the cab driver turn his radio down a little bit to listen). And then I told him to suck my cock. So, in the back of the cab, he degraded himself on my cock. We got to my place and the cab driver waited until we were finished (London cabbies are good like that). I told the faggot to pay, and to tell the driver that he’s faggot (because I’d never got to get him to say it to the cashier in the store).

When he did, the driver just replied ‘I know you are, mate’.

That was a fun day.

We’re still considering the best way to address the faggot’s deeper psychological issues. But we have an idea. He’s been doing a graphics and design course at Central Stain Martins, and they have a public showcase of their work coming up, and I have half a mind to get him to invite his father. It might be a way for him to get some validation so he can start to let go of that need. And it could also be a way to see the guy first hand to get a sense of the man who shaped the faggot.

My first reply to Master Aaron was simply “MY. GOD.”

First of all, the planned part of the breaking process started by Master Aaron worked beautifully. But then it miraculously cascaded into an unexpected sequence of events that further degraded Shawn into a deeply submissive state. And, as any true Apex Alpha Master would do, Master Aaron used the impromptu events to his advantage.

Shawn really behaved beautifully under such pressure, I must admit. I’m pretty proud of my brother. It’s never easy being trained (or retrained) by a Master, and especially under the gun like this, but Shawn did well.

But I found this update interesting as well for what it reveals about the change in Master Aaron’s perspective and point-of-view. Notice that he rarely refers to Shawn by name in this update – he refers to him as “the faggot” mostly. Also, Master Aaron used the pronoun “it” quite frequently here for the first time in our conversations.

It really goes to show that an Alpha training his faggot changes both the faggot AND the Master in subtle and lasting ways!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The ongoing training of Shawn, the faggot owned by Masters Aaron and Michael, has recently taken a sudden right-turn. I’m just going to let Master Aaron explain it first:

I’m having an interesting experience with the faggot Shawn. I’ve come across this issue with faggots before, but it’s interesting how deep it seems to go with him, and I thought you might want to hear about it. And I’d be interested to hear your thoughts. 

On the surface, everything seems to be going well with him. He’s doing his chores, and is carrying out the training regime. The fag’s cunt is nicely dilated. Still feels great, but he’s basically always ready to take cock. Master Michael and I have turned up at his flat unannounced to use him, and he was more than ready to comply.

His oral skills are getting a little better. His technique is much improved but he’s got a long way to go deal with his gag reflex. I want him to be able to throat properly before I start showing him off and sharing him properly. But he’s been shared with a couple of friends, and performed well. And he’s coped well with challenges and humiliations that have been thrown his way by Master Michael and myself.

But there is an issue. 

My issue with him is a psychological one. I’ve known from the start that there was something a little off with him. His reframing of a consensual event as a rape was a red flag to me. But it’s bothered me more how quickly he has embraced things. He seems, in some way, too eager, too willing to please. Especially for someone who so recently was living as straight. 

Master Michael and I have put him through some stuff. Grindr days, public toilets, some introductory bondage. And he’s met it all willingly. Which sounds like it should be something to celebrate. But in my experience, a single cunting does not a life-long faggot make. The lack of any kind of resistance implies there is something else going on.

So, we got a friend of Master Michael’s, David, to spend time with the faggot. As far as Shawn knew, this was arranged to give him some training in cleaning and douching from another fag (David isn’t actually a faggot, but that’s another story). But the real purpose was to get Shawn to drop his guard in the hope he might say things that he wouldn’t say to his Masters, and David is very good at talking to people, and very good at reading people.

And without realizing it Shawn revealed rather a lot.

Without getting into the full conversation, when asked about his role as a faggot, Shawn kept using phrases like ‘I can take anything’ and ‘I’ll do whatever’. He mentioned ‘zoning out’ when he’s being used, and described a couple of his humiliations as ‘challenges’.

There were other things that David noticed, and many things that Shawn said. But a clear picture has emerged of what’s going on with the faggot. He’s got himself into a headspace where he has dissociated. He has separated himself from his role as a faggot, almost as if he sees being a faggot as a part he is playing, in order to protect some other part of himself that is more masculine and ‘not a faggot’.
He sees his faggotry as not really his true, core self. Not who he really is. 

And worse, I think, he sees it as a challenge. He has, paradoxically, come to see it as proof of his masculinity. It seems that he is telling himself that a ‘real man’ can take all this and not be changed by it. That if he can be trained and used and degraded and not be affected by it, and still hold on to this other view of himself, then that is some sort of proof or validation of his masculinity. That fundamentally, though he playing out the role of being a faggot, he is in fact not a faggot at all.

I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance that must be causing for him.

But this is a problem for me and Master Michael. Because he could suck every cock in every toilet in Soho, and swallow all the cum in London, and he could be rutted from now until next Christmas – but if he doesn’t see himself as a faggot, then he doesn’t see me as his Master.

And that’s not good enough for me.

My challenge, and my gift to the faggot, is to find a way to make him embrace what he is.
So I did a little probing of my own. We took Shawn out to dinner on a ‘night off’, and got him to open up a little about his past.

I’m no therapist, but I do know that a male’s sense of his self and his masculinity almost always comes from his relationship with his father. And Shawn’s is such cliche, it’s almost ridiculous. Shawn has a working class background. Small town. Not much money. His parent’s weren’t married, and his father was barely around when he was growing up. He was a ‘manly’ man, a professional football (soccer!) player for a while. But he was also, at times, a plumber, a factory worker and laborer. He’s a drinker, possibly an alcoholic. Usually in debt. And he is, and so it seems always has been, very dismissive of Shawn. When Shawn developed an interest in filmmaking and graphic design at a young age, his father asked him if he was gay. And he made it clear that he didn’t see it as real work. When Shawn first started dating girls, his father would ask what they saw in him, and if they couldn’t do any better. When he learned about Shawn’s instagram work, he was confused by it and said it was the kind of thing a faggot would do. But Shawn is desperate for his approval. Shawn wants to be seen by his father as a ‘man’. That is at the root, I think, of Shawn’s resistance to being a faggot. His father, who he craves validation from, defines Shawn as not being masculine. Shawn has a deep need to get his father to see him as a man. Which is why, I think, his instagram persona became so apparently alpha.

Shawn’s problem is that he is, in actual fact, a faggot. Someone his father would never validate. And that’s at the root of his dissociation.

As I said, I’ve come across faggots with similar issues before. But it seems to run very deep with Shawn. There’s possibly more to it. Time will tell.

My goal is to get the faggot to fully embrace his true self and to let go of this idea of who he thinks he wants to be. How that will be achieved isn’t clear yet, but I have some ideas. It’s partly an ego thing for me. I want to own him, body and mind. His body alone, though it is close to perfection, is not enough.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.

After reading this, I couldn’t help but think of myself in Shawn’s situation. I had a Dad who thought my creative endeavors were stupid and unmanly, and he largely ignored me during my formative years. However, unlike Shawn, I want nothing to do with my Dad and I don’t want his approval. And, unlike Shawn, I’ve never had any doubts about my faghood from the get-go.

I was concerned while reading Master Aaron’s account of Shawn’s identity struggle. I also knew the coming storm of conditioning and training being formulated in the minds of the two Masters that would break Shawn and force him to accept faghood.

Here’s why I was concerned: I have a fair amount of experience in Alpha latency. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anybody documenting it before I started identifying the issue. But Alpha latency involves deep psychological conditioning in which a natural-born Alpha is molded into serving as a faggot (for any number of reasons) and lives miserably as a faggot because it runs counter to what he truly is – an Alpha. The dissonance created by that identity struggle is real and can be quite intense.

I was worried that Shawn might be a latent Alpha. I didn’t want the Masters to proceed with breaking Shawn down until they could ascertain whether Shawn was really a faggot.

They agreed to try my little test. Here’s what happened:

He’s definitely a faggot.

We arranged to have another fag over for Shawn to use this evening. He said he was excited about it. Initially he seemed to be into the whole thing, but it gradually became apparent that it just wasn’t doing that much for him, and only really came alive again when he was presenting himself to us as a fag.

Afterward he apologised and asked if he’s let us down. I reassured him that no, I’m just trying to assess the full scope of his nature.

I know it’s just one encounter, but I’ve seen all I need to see. He’s a fag, his place is on his knees, and he knows it. I just want him to own it.

Boy, that made me feel better! Masters Aaron and Michael are Apex and truly powerful, and I didn’t want them tearing down parts of Shawn that were intrinsic to his nature. But now that their test has revealed that Shawn is a faggot living inside a phony Alpha veneer, that veneer can be broken and pulled apart through training and discipline.

I’m so glad there are careful, meticulous, and thoughtful Apex Alpha Masters like them out there helping faggots become the truest versions of themselves!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In my last post regarding the training of Shawn the faggot, I introduced you to one of the two Apex Alphas who own him. In it, Master Aaron proved himself to be a brilliant bi-sexual god who succinctly laid down the law with me and my communications with his faggot.

But I was so intrigued that I began to ask him for more information about himself. I’m so glad I did! One thing I’ve come to understand about Alphas in general is their affability and willingness to discuss aspects of their power. They want to share the truths they’ve learned during their reign, passing them to younger Alphas while perfecting them on their faggots.

So Master Aaron graciously told me about his use of faggots and how he ended up in a partnership (of sorts) with Master Michael.

I’m not sure what you want to know about myself and Master Michael. But we first met at a fuck party about 15 years ago. We ended up destroying a faggot together in a bedroom in a session that continued after many of the other guests had left. We were very much on the same wavelength and kept swapping out and passing the fag back and forth, edging for hours. When we eventually finished we didn’t plan to keep in touch, but some days later the fag got in contact with us through the party organiser, begging to be used again. In the second session it became obvious that we pushed each other further and built on each other’s ideas about what to do with the faggot. We decided it would be fun to do it again, and we’ve been using faggots together pretty much ever since.

I first came to understand the use of faggots when I was 15. There was a very particular, and I think unusual, combination of personalities among the boys at my school that allowed for a degree of experimentation between us. It was perhaps as a result of me being among them. I was, I suppose, the popular boy. Liked by teachers, popular with classmates. I was good at sports (was captain of the school football team – soccer, as you would call it – and ran cross-country for the school), I was smart, a good student. To an extent I was the class clown, when I wanted to be, but was never too disruptive. I was a charmer. And I was aware that there were girls – and boys – who wanted to be around me. I was also sexually adventurous, and a little ambiguous. I was influenced by punks, and New Romantics, so I would dress flamboyantly at times, and wore make up sometimes in a slightly confrontational way. I was comfortable in my skin, and didn’t feel that I needed to explain myself to anyone. I was rebellious, but not too rebellious. And I talked fairly openly about sex, and sexual matters. I had no embarrassment, for example, talking about how often I wanked at the weekend, or about having found some of my dad’s porn magazines in the garden shed.

Part of the result of this was, I think, that many of the other boys felt a little emboldened to experiment. Many of my male friends experimented with each other. Far more than one would usually expect. But perhaps I’m wrong about that. I was also physically more of a presence than the other boys. I was the tallest, and in the changing rooms it was obvious that I was very well endowed. I hit puberty first (something I hid for a while, by never getting fully naked in the changing rooms until I noticed other boys catching up). I had girlfriends before other boys in my friend group did.

Lots happened with other boys. Jerking off together behind the caretaker’s shed at school was fairly common when we went for ‘a smoke’ during breaks. I also had friends back to my house, and we played computer games in my bedroom. I’d talk openly about my ‘wank sock’ which was under my bed, and I used to wipe up cum after I’d jerked off. Several of my friends used the same sock in my bedroom after we’d cum together. And a few of my friends gave me head, usually while others were in the room watching. It was a charged time. Hormones were going crazy.

But my first real faggot was a friend called Nick. I was always vaguely aware that there was something different about him, and that we shared some understanding that most of the other boys didn’t understand. While they were playing, and experimenting, and were well on their way to a hetero-normative future, we seemed to recognise that there was something more serious and more lasting about what we were doing. Nick was a bad boy, often in trouble at school, more rebellious than me (he had an older brother who was very conservative), and in any other context I would have assumed he was straight.

But Nick was the first person to swallow my cum, and he was the first person I fucked. We had fallen into a pattern of going to my house during lunch breaks – I lived very close to school. We’d play computer games, copy each other’s homework if we needed to, smoke, and almost invariably we would jerk off together. More than once he had sucked my cock. I had decided that I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to be fucked, but to my surprise, he brought it up before I did. The first time was fairly uneventful. We fumbled around, I entered him, he found it difficult but wanted to carry on. I think he had tried to prepare himself, but I’m not sure. I fucked him, came in him. It felt good. It felt great. There was no talk of him fucking me. We both knew that wasn’t in the cards.

We did it a couple more times over the next week or so. Each time, so far as I recall, nothing was said while we fucked, and he was on his front on my bed, and I was on top of him. But the third or fourth time we fucked, we started on the floor, again with him lying on his front. But I pulled him up to be on his hands and knees. At first we fucked in silence, but then he just said that it felt so good. And I decided to voice something that I had been thinking. I said ‘you know what you are?’ he said ‘what?’ And I told him he was my wank sock. We both knew what that meant. He was just a way for me to mop up cum. A shudder went through him and he let out a simple ‘oh’. Almost a whimper. I kept fucking him. And then he said in a small voice that he liked me cumming in him. Everything changed in that small exchange. I wasn’t just fucking him. I owned him. We both knew it. I was, in some way, in full control. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped. I pounded into him in a way I hadn’t before. I asked if he liked the feeling of my cock in him and he said yes. I pushed his face down into the carpet and fucked him like that. I got a bit rough. He said he wanted to stop. I didn’t. I kept fucking until I came.

Then I pulled out and stood up. He looked at me. He was on the verge of tears. I said that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? He nodded. We kept meeting up, and each time I used him. I was gradually getting rougher and more dominant with him. At school we still acted like friends, though we both started to joke in front of other people that he was my sock. Nobody quite knew how to take it, or if we were being serious. I think, actually, that Nick had feelings for me and saw it as a relationship and on some level wanted people to know about it. But feelings are confusing when you’re that age, so it’s hard to say.

While all that was going on, there was another boy who wasn’t part of my main friend group who often tried to find ways to talk to me. His name was Lincoln. He hadn’t been part of the jerk off sessions, and had never been to my house, but he had asked a couple of times if it was true that I had fooled around with certain people. Our friend group overlapped, and I guess people talk. I had never fully admitted anything to him, but I never denied it either. One evening I was walking home – I had a paper round, delivering evening newspapers for pocket money – and Lincoln appeared, riding his bike. I’m not sure if he had been looking for me specifically, but thinking back, he probably was. He asked if it was true about what me and Nick did. I said it depended what he thought we did. We ended up cutting across a junior school playground to get home (this was the 80s, and schools weren’t the fortresses they are now). We went into the bike shed and ended up jerking each other off. I said he should come to my house next time I was there with Nick, and he said okay.

I hadn’t told Nick, and he was nervous about doing anything with Lincoln there. But I talked him into it, and so I fucked Nick while Lincoln watched. Lincoln didn’t speak, I think he was shocked. It was, I imagine, quite a brutal sight. I invited Lincoln to fuck Nick, too, but he didn’t want to do anything with either of us, which pissed me off a little, and pissed Nick off a lot. I think Nick felt used, and a bit exposed. And was worried that Lincoln was going to tell everyone what he’d seen. But then a couple of weeks later, Lincoln asked to come again to ‘do stuff’. This time I felt it was better if Nick wasn’t there. And this time, when we got to my bedroom Lincoln asked me to do to him what I did to Nick. He was very eager, and stripped in front of me. He submitted himself to me completely. He was masculine, a very boyish boy, but suddenly in front of me he was this faggot begging to be used. He got on his knees and said he wanted to suck me. There was a desperation in him that shocked me. I’m not sure what experience he had previously, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. He got on his hands and knees and presented himself to me. When I fucked him he whimpered the whole time. And after I’d cum in him he jerked off in front of me. He made eye contact with me the whole time, and debased himself for me. I felt so powerful. He shuffled over to me on his knees so that he could have my cock in his mouth when he came. I pushed him off my cock and slapped him. He stared at me, shocked. Then moved back to carry on sucking. I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how pathetic he was. He came, and then he left. He gathered up his stuff and got out of there as quickly as he could.

He avoided me at school for the remainder of the year, but I would often catch him watching me. It wasn’t until the last couple of weeks at school that I got him aside and told him we were going to go to the toilets and he was going to suck my cock. He didn’t try to resist. He just nodded and headed off to the toilets. He sucked me and swallowed me. I remember watching him, knowing that he would do anything I told him to do. I enjoyed what he was doing, but part of me pitied him. When he’d finished I told him to say thank you, and he did. He moved to kiss me and I pushed him away and held him against the wall. He was trembling. He fumbled at his jeans and I think he wanted to jerk off in front of me, but I shook my head. He stopped. With tears in his eyes he asked me not to tell anyone. That was the last time we actually spoke. Him asking me to not tell anyone that he’d just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.

Interestingly, he’s now married with kids, and still lives in the same area, and has the same group of friends. I wonder if any of them have any experiences with him. I carried on with Nick until my parents decided to move to a different town when I was almost 17. We eventually lost touch. I moved to Spain for a few years, and then returned to the UK. Nick has struggled a bit, I think. He was single for a long time, and I know he often frequented gay clubs in the area. But he now has a younger wife, from overseas. My guess is, he is still a faggot, but still needs to project some kind of normalcy into the world.

Those two were my first experience using faggots. Nick was a faggot who knew that his place was to please me, and Lincoln was a faggot who need to debase himself and, on some level, I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy him. I still do. Obviously over the years, things have deepened and developed, but that’s where it began for me, with those two.

What I find so remarkable about this account is how clearly you see Master Aaron’s gradual acceptance and rapid expansion of his power over the course of those two years in school. It’s amazing what a taste of real power does to natural-born Alphas!

From there, our conversation turned to owning and training faggots. Master Aaron mentioned some of his techniques:

Just to answer a couple of your questions quickly, when it comes to discipline, I have found that tying a faggot up and leaving them untouched is often the best form. Doing anything degrading or humiliating can often lead to more bad behaviors, as the faggot craves the extra attention that being disciplined brings. Like with a dog, when they’re crying the best thing to do is ignore them – and that way they learn that cry doesn’t get them attention. Fags misbehaving should be made to feel frozen out. Having said that, sometimes a faggot needs to be put in its place in a clear, abrupt, physical manner – but I have had to do that on very, very few occasions.

A trick I love for training fags is to video them, or make them video themselves, with strangers. Then I get them to show me the video, and talk it through, talk about what they did and how it felt. And they should sometimes be allowed to jerk off to images or video of themselves being used. I’ve never really been a fan of chastity, because I don’t like the way the devices look.

Shawn is still alive. He has been reprimanded, and I now have keys to his car and his flat, and I have taken away most of his clothes. He’s also now taking Prep, and I have him using anal dilators to start to stretch him out properly, and he has a training regimen for learning to throat. He served as a fag for a period before, as you know, but he either wasn’t trained well or didn’t really pay attention. He’s very eager, but his skills are lacking, and I want him to know what he’s doing before we start taking him to clubs. That’s a way off, though. He doesn’t know this yet, but he’s going to have a Grindr weekend, where he will take cock from literally anyone who wants to use him, while his Masters watch. That’s usually quite an experience for a faggot. Less emotionally affecting than a cunting, but they can be quite effective.

The video idea was something new. I know that Alphas will often force their faggots to watch themselves getting fucked in a mirror, but the video method provides an intriguing element of blackmail to the mindfucking mix.

I mentioned this to him, and he elaborated further:

You’re correct about the use of denial. It’s such simple psychology that I have trouble understanding why some Alphas don’t understand it. 

I have the faggot using a simple, medical dilation kit for now, so that he can do the early stages himself. They’re recommended by a friend of mine in the US who is a rectal surgeon. I’m familiar with the chopstick/rod technique, which is excellent for gradually widening the pussy, but it can be tricky to keep the rods bound together and it usually has to be done by someone else. Shawn will certainly be going through that process, though. I find buttplugs to be largely pointless for dilation. 

It’s an interesting question as to what the ideal pussy can take, and I wonder if faggots have a different preference than Alphas. Personally, I like a fag to still have some tightness in its cunt. I want to know that the faggot is feeling it when I fuck, and I want tightness around my cock. Fags with gaping holes are no fun to fuck. But I also want a fag to be able to take cock at a moment’s notice. There’s a sweet spot between too tight, and too wide. Master Michael and myself have the same taste in that regard.
Fag Shawn, at the moment, is too tight. But in a few weeks he’ll be just perfect. I also want him to work out a little less as he’s a little too muscular, and he really needs to improve his mouth techniques. I may just lock him in my basement with some dildos until he can hold one in his throat without gagging.
You’re entirely correct about the hint of blackmail in the video technique. I enjoy threats of exposure, and with video the threat is implied.

After this, Master Aaron asked me about disciplinary techniques my previous Masters used on me, and I mentioned being locked in a closet and forced to watch a Master fuck his girlfriend. That led Master Aaron to add more insight:

A faggot should absolutely be a service animal. But I must admit, I do sometimes enjoy a little resistance. Like seasoning in food, it can turn something good into something great – but too much can ruin everything.

I like that idea of locking a faggot in a closet and making them watch real sex. Master Michael has a similar story from years ago, of making a faggot (a roommate of his at the time) wait under his bed while he went out, picked up a girl and came home and fucked her. 

The fag has gone to be with his family in Wales for Christmas, but we made sure he was carrying loads in him when he left, and he has been instructed to video himself eating his own cum each day that he’s away. He’s already sent the first one, and I’m extremely pleased. I thought him being away from his new situation, he might start to try to revert back to his old alter-ego, but he seems to be embracing his new position in life.

I must tell you that speaking with Master Aaron over the last couple of weeks has been a true highlight of this year. His depth of knowledge, his undeniable power, and his flawless instincts have just left me in awe and gratitude!

There will be much more from his great King in the future, and I’m hoping to hear from Master Michael someday as well!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots often have disturbing tendencies to be overly dramatic, tell half-truths, and downright lie. I honestly think it’s part of the fallen nature of the faggot, this need to be dramatic, tragic, and attention-grabbing.

It’s one of the great challenges of running a site like this. I’m always trying to distill the nuggets of truth buried in some of the hyperventilating stories faggots tell me.

I was told a powerful story the other day by a faggot named Shawn. It involved his missed opportunity with an Alpha named Nathan, and his subsequent taking by two Alphas named Aaron and Michael. In the original telling of the story by Shawn, Aaron and Michael were an Alpha couple who then proceeded to “rape” Shawn in a hotel room.

It was hot and thrilling like the best faggot stories often are. And, sadly, it turns out to be partially untrue.

You see, Master Aaron contacted me after I published the story, and he was quite perturbed by the tall tale Shawn told me. There were certain aspects that were correct, but other details were incorrect or missing altogether.

So Master Aaron demanded that I publish his correction memo on Shawn’s original tale:

I’m a little shocked that my delinquent faggot has been sharing his story with you, but i wanted to make a couple of things clear and I want you to make this clear on your site.

First, as he has explicitly stated himself, his first encounter with an alpha was consensual, and did NOT involve force. He has said himself since, several times, that he gave himself willingly. The Alpha involved is a friend of mine and he knew what he was doing, they both did. The fag may choose to frame it that way at times to add some psychological distance from what he agreed to do, and he may be titilated by the fantasy that force was involved, but he was not raped. And in our re-enactment, it was clear that he was a more than willing participant in this game that so many fags choose to play.

Secondly, and this is far less important, but I choose to clarify it – myself and Master Michael are not a couple. We use faggots together and we are very much of a mind when it come to what to do with them and how to use them. And the possibilities become much more interesting with the two of us. But Master Michael is straight, and married (and his wife is fully aware of his involvement in this lifestyle), and though I am broadly bisexual, I do not form romantic relationships with men.

Faggot Shawn has a lot to learn, and a long way to go. I appreciate your involvement in his evolution, and in his acceptance of his position in life, but I advise you to be more careful in what you post and to take the position that faggots often re-imagine or re-interpret events to fit a narrative they are still struggling with.

But yes, his cunting was a glory to behold, and his tears tasted like heaven. It’s nothing, though, compared to what we have in store for him.

You can just feel the power coursing through this well-written letter, can’t you? The focus, the careful and forceful way Master Aaron makes his points … it definitely got my attention!

And honestly, the situation is now even more intriguing to me than it was before.

Master Michael being straight and taking an interest in the development and ownership of faggots with Master Aaron is exciting because it is something of an unusual occurrence. It’s not unheard of, but the manner by which this training is happening is certainly unique.

I pressed Master Aaron for more details about them, but he said he was waiting for me to print the above semi-retraction. However, he did add this about our errant brother Shawn:

The faggot Shawn isn’t particularly complex. He still has some resistance to his nature, which is to be expected considering his history. He’s identified with an image of himself – an image that has provided income and self-worth – and he has lived as a straight man for quite some time. His acceptance of his true self won’t happen all at once. That’s not an uncommon thing. But by varying his experiences, pushing his boundaries when we feel it’s right, making him feel safe and secure when we feel he needs it, we’ll mold him into the perfect faggot. He wants to please, that’s without question. And physically he’s quite beautiful, so he will be fun to share and easy to whore, if we take him down that route. 

I thought this extra tidbit was significant because it points to what I believe drives many Alphas to take on projects like Shawn. Given that Shawn is beautiful and hiding behind a façade of hetero-normativity, Alphas enjoy the challenge of exposing the faggot hiding within and breaking it down. When successfully broken, such challenges are like trophy slaves decorating the walls of an Alpha’s life.

There is no doubt that Masters Aaron and Michael are more than up for the challenge! I’m looking forward to speaking further with these two powerful Alpha Masters! And hopefully Shawn is ready to start obeying them!

This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You might recall the incredible introductory post about how Shawn, a faggot from Great Britain, took my advice and reconnected with an Alpha he failed to serve years ago. At the end of that post, Shawn indicated that this Alpha had made arrangements for an Alpha couple to meet up with Shawn.

Alpha couples are something of a rarity in both the gay world and (especially) in Alphas who recognize Hierarchy. I don’t know why that is, honestly. After all, why wouldn’t a gay Alpha be attracted to another superior gay Alpha? However, in my experience these kinds of couplings are the exception rather than the norm.

But this I do know about Alpha couples – they act very much like Alpha packs when it comes to owning and using faggots!

The latest extraordinary piece of evidence of this comes from Shawn’s stunning experience from meeting this Alpha couple this past weekend. I’ll let you listen to him tell it:

So yeah it was the two guys I told you about in the other email. They had said they wanted to meet for a drink again. I almost put it off because I have some work stuff to take care of, but I remembered that I should put them first and I want to impress so I said sure.

We went to a bar in a hotel in the West End. The hotel is the Saint Martin’s Lane Hotel. It’s pretty nice. I’ve stayed there before I moved to London and it’s where my first master, Nathan, met with me and raped me. It’s a popular bar and a pretty nice hotel so I didn’t realise at first that they knew about my history there. So we went for a drink and talked a little bit, they asked more about my life generally. I kept expecting them to send me to the restroom to do stuff but they didn’t. They got me to talk dirty a little bit and say that I wanted cock and cum, and they made me say it when people might hear but it was a loud bar and I don’t think anyone did.

Then they said they had booked a room in the hotel and we were going to go upstairs. When we got into it I was a bit shocked to be honest. It wasn’t the same room I’d been raped in but all the rooms there have a similar vibe and it took me back a little bit. Then they got me to talk about what happened before and they got me to describe it. I was a bit shocked by that and I started to get upset at first. Then they told me to start to strip down and keep talking about it. It was really difficult for me but I started to think about it happening to someone else and it made it easier to do.

They got me to suck them both and made me say my name while I had cock in my mouth. Then while I was sucking Aaron, Michael crouched down and called me a faggot and told me to call myself a faggot and he spat in my face while I was sucking. Then he made me suck him. They grabbed my hair and pulled me from cock to cock and held me on cock and made me choke. I was almost crying.

Then they got me to get onto the bed and spread my ass cheeks so they could inspect me, and then they made me beg to be fucked. They made me say it over and over again and say I am a faggot and they made me shout it. They made me shout my name and say i was nothing but a faggot and beg for cock and then i started crying.

Then they fucked me. They took turns with me on the bed at first and then got me onto this footstool on my back and then just got me to bend over the side of an armchair and Aaron pulled my head back and made me watch myself in the mirror while they fucked me. they made me beg for cum again and while i was doing that i started to cry again and then started to really sob. Michael told me to let it all out and i did. They kept fucking me and it felt like it took forever and at some point i sort of zoned out and i just got really calm and i started saying ‘fuck me’ and begged them to use me and i really meant it. They came in me. Michael came first and then he watched Aaron fuck me. While he was watching he called room service and ordered some stuff.

When Aaron had cum in me they put on robes and told me to stay naked on the bed. They told me that when room service was delivered i had to stay there on show. When the waiter came he saw me and tried to avoid eye contact, but i stayed there like i was told. After he left Michael said that next time they would expect me to tell the waiter what had been done to me.

After that we talked a little bit more and i was little bit out of it. They asked if i could stay the night in the room but i wasn’t sure and they said it was okay and i could leave, but they wanted me to leave my underwear, socks and t-shirt and just wear my jeans, jacket and trainers home. so i did. i crashed as soon as i got home then woke up at like 4am and just felt so horny and jerked off at the window hoping someone might see me.

And anyway that’s what happened!

That’s one hell of an experience! I can understand why he was so zoned out after being cunted and broken down this way!

But you can see here how this Alpha couple act just like an Alpha pack with a faggot. There is fraternal one-upsmanship happening here, a sort of competition between Alphas over who can break the faggot more thoroughly. The cruelty of Alpha packs is evident in this experience, too, as this Alpha couple used Shawn’s rape to break him down and make him more useful to them.

And Shawn’s reaction to it all is notable – he woke up in the middle of the night starving for more and masturbating over the previous night’s experience.

I’ve said it a billion times here – Alpha must use faggots very aggressively – almost cruelly, brutally – in order to release the faggot from its shell and free it to become what it was born to be. This Alpha couple knew the truth, and skillfully used their power to free Shawn.

And Shawn is more beautiful and peaceful today because of it.

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread following Ben, a young Alpha who is learning how to manipulate and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I can’t imagine what it’s like to be Alpha. To be a superior Man, approached constantly and offered service at every turn. I guess it would be nice eventually, but as an Alpha is growing up, that type of adoration can be confusing and even irritating.

I constantly have Alphas on Twitter asking me why a faggot acted a certain way because they’re genuinely baffled by some of the behavior they see. Hell, I’m a faggot and I’m often baffled!

One recent episode involving a young Alpha named Ben illustrates not only the bizarre behavior of some faggots, but how Alphas can use that to their advantage.

Here’s what Alpha Ben wrote to me:

Hi, I’m looking for some insight into the mind of a faggot.

At the beginning of last week, on Valentine’s day, I got a message through at about 11:30pm from a guy I’ve known for a little while now. We’ve never met in person and have never really had much to do with each other, we were only introduced virtually when a mutual friend added us both to a group chat with a bunch of other guys. His initial message was just a simple ‘Hey’ and nothing else. I replied back asking by asking how he was doing not really expecting much in response but it did strike me as being curious that he randomly struck up a conversation for the first time ever at 11pm on Valentine’s day of all days. Not thinking much of it I waited for him to respond, it kept showing that he was typing on and off for about 20 minutes before going offline without ever replying. I thought it was a bit strange but shrugged it off and went to bed. 

The following morning, I wake up to find a new message from him apologising for the night before and asking me how I was. I replied and told him I was good, he then asked me how my Valentines day was and that he hoped it had been better than his, explaining he’d spent the day alone (again), and that he was sure ‘a guy like me’ must have had plans with someone. I told him I didn’t usually bother with valentines day as I’m not looking for a relationship and I know I can get good sex whenever I want it from some of my regular hook-ups. He then started to compliment me, saying how he admired my confidence and that life must be great for ‘guys like you’. He told me he understands why guys want to keep hooking up with me and said he’s sure I’m great in bed. 

At this point it’s becoming pretty clear to me that he’s after more than the usual, generic chat to pass the time so I asked him outright if there’s something he wanted to ask me. Again, he goes back to typing, then deleting, then typing again before he flashes up as being offline halfway through our conversation. So I’m getting pretty annoyed with him constantly asking questions, making comments about me and then disappearing halfway through a conversation. I messaged him back telling him he was pissing me off and that if he wanted to talk he needed to cut playing games and get to the point. He didn’t come back online for the rest of the day but, again, when I woke up the next morning he had apologised for the night before and he said he did have something to ask me but he wasn’t sure how I’d take it. So I told him to just ask me and if I didn’t want to answer, I wouldn’t…simple as that. 

So it turns out that all along he’d wanted to ask me if I’d ever had ‘kinky sex’. He wanted to know if I had any fetishes/kinks and if I’d ever acted on them. Now I’m quite an open person about my sexuality (I’m Gay) and about my likes/dislikes so I replied and told him that I have several fetishes/kinks etc… and asked why he wanted to know. By this point I’m almost convinced this guy is a genuine fag, judging from the way he kept on complimenting me and praising me, how he seemed to be scared/nervous to speak directly with me and kept waiting until the middle of the night when I was offline to respond and ask his questions. 

By my nature I’m quite a dominant person, in my personal and professional life I like to take control, when I speak people listen to me and usually fall in line, people turn to me for advice and guidance etc… I’ve had sexual partners that engaged in dom/sub but for them it was always roleplay, it was just a fantasy whereas for me it was my reality. It has always felt  ‘right’ that I’m on top and in charge and something was always missing from those encounters where it never felt like my partner’s submission was genuine. There have been times, however, where I have felt that a guy was genuinely submissive by nature judging by how he has approached and treated me, almost with deference and a respect that felt like it was more than just respect for a work colleague or friend. I have quite often taken advantage of that professionally and personally, getting those guys to buy me drinks, food, run errands and pick up work for me, all done without hesitation, question or the expectation of getting something in return. I’ve never taken the relationship with these subs beyond day to day errands and simple things that make my life easier, though I’ve always suspected I could make more use of them and they wouldn’t question it, because they’re work colleagues or friends of friends and I can’t be bothered with them developing an attachment that I then have to deal with at work or when I’m trying to socialise with my mates. 

This guy and his messages, however, is different. I don’t work with him and we never meet up socially with our mutual friends. He told me he was, in his words, ‘a sissy boy’ who liked to be dressed up, degraded and humiliated…just as I had suspected, a fully fledged faggot. I didn’t respond immediately as I wanted to see if and how he would approach me now that we both knew who was in charge, it took a little while but a few hours later he came back and asked me if I was still there, addressing me as Sir. Since then we’ve been messaging regularly, he keeps telling me how he can’t stop thinking about serving me and that he wants to be useful but it seems as though, despite him seeking me out and taking the decision (unprompted) to acknowledge that he is inferior to me, he still hasn’t accepted and come to terms with his position in life. 

It’s been less than two weeks since he first approached me and I’ve already had him run errands for me, pay for my shopping, he’s offered himself up for me to use and release my frustration etc… Having said that, there are days when he doesn’t respond to messages and there are times when it’s almost as though he gets embarrassed and tries to pretend he’s not just been running my errands all day before getting face-fucked in the evening and that the whole he’s not submissive at all, it’s almost like indignation that he’s being treat that way, and then the next day he’s back to being a submissive little slut who won’t stop apologising for his earlier behaviour. It’s like he wants to submit but can’t bring himself to actually do it. My instinct tells me this is his first time submitting, or wanting to submit, and that he needs to be broken before he will accept his true nature. I’m minded to stop going so easy on him and start teaching him the true meaning of submission, respect and discipline as I’m sick of messing around with him. 

Thoughts?

I replied this way:

First of all, your situation demonstrates the absolute truth of Hierarchy. You’re a gay Alpha, yet you view faggots and Hierarchically-inferior males exactly the same as straight Alphas. That’s important to note here, because your approach to the issue is the same either way.
 
You’re absolutely correct, Sir – this faggot hasn’t fully accepted that it is a faggot. It’s nature is pushing it to accept this, but its pride and self image are resisting. Many people fall into this trap, which leads only to emptiness and unfulfillment. 
 
This faggot will only find fulfillment serving as your owned property.
 
I’m glad to hear that you are using it for errands and breeding/feeding it already, Sir. Those are important first steps, especially the regular cum loads. Your cum is very powerful as a mind control delivery system, and the more you give it, the more control you gain over the faggot. 
 
But given that the faggot hasn’t fully surrendered to you, that can only indicate that it is afraid. So here’s where you must implement your natural Alpha power and authority, Sir. You need to get inside the faggot’s head and reassure it that serving you is its purpose, and that you want it to fully submit to you so that you can care for its needs and train it properly. 
 
Here’s what I suggest as a first step: Make the faggot strip naked and kneel. Stand over it and look down at it. Make it hold your gaze. Then I want you to get the faggot to admit out loud that it is a faggot. Not a “yes” answer, but have it repeat “I am a faggot, Sir.” Then tell it you are proud of it, saying “good boy” or “good faggot” while stroking its hair. Tell it that you want to own it completely. Then have it repeat “I am YOUR faggot”, which is a psychologically different thing for it to admit. Praise it again. After that, breed it. 
 
You might need multiple sessions like this, always with the emphasis that the faggot needs to relinquish control and surrender itself to you. 
 
Further steps I’d recommend involve a chastity cage, because you caging your faggot is similar in meaning (to a faggot) as collaring – it’s like a wedding ring for a faggot. Psychologically, the cage (or collar) emphasizes the inferiority of the faggot and its owned status. You also might want to move the faggot into your home in order to deepen its need to constantly serve your needs.

I haven’t heard from Alpha Ben yet to see if he was able to implement what I suggested. But I think it’s important to note a couple of things.

1. Faggots aren’t going to confuse Alphas for long. The game playing is only going to force them to use more aggressive means to break a faggot down.

2. Alphas have the patience and confidence to wait. Faggots twist themselves into incoherency trying to process their feelings, but Alphas are able to wait out a faggot and strike at the right moment.

3. Faggots really need Alphas to take control of them and their behavioral issues. Without that guidance, faggots become feral and lost.

I really hope Alpha Ben manages to rope this faggot and subdue it. It’s truly the natural order of things, and by conquering this faggot Alpha Ben will not only change the faggot’s life, but his as well.

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Nobody alive understands Hierarchy as well or as deeply as Master Dino. He lived it in his life as a straight Alpha, so when it came time to claim his first faggot (now fagwife Jamie), he was already agreeable to the precepts of Hierarchy. And in the years since then, he has built a large, Hierarchically-governed compound in the mountains where he teaches Alphahood to Men like his Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean, and faghood to the harem of faggots living/working there.

It’s like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, except it has a river of cum instead of chocolate, and the everlasting gobstoppers are the raging Alpha cocks searching for holes. And overseeing and directing it all is God Dino.

I’m regularly surprised at how intimately-involved God Dino is in the training and care of everyone at this Hierarchical Mecca. He trains and encourages the Alphas just as he trains and comforts the faggots. In Hierarchical terms, God Dino is literally God.

The arrival of Master Cal, an obvious straight Apex Alpha damaged by a loveless wife, presented God Dino with a chance to refine his Alpha training program. We’ve covered much of it on this site, and many of you have remarked about the subtle details of what God Dino is teaching Master Cal.

But no training I’ve ever known matches what God Dino did with Master Cal. It’s called “The Blessing Ceremony,” and it’s designed to create maximum desire in both Alphas and faggots.

Here’s Master Cal’s description of it:

         This happened, I think, the second Sunday I was here. You know this Hierarchical stuff is almost a religion, especially here. Lol I thought this was a terrific answer to the question, Why are these fags SO loving and submissive to these particular Men? I see they are treated maybe a little better than your average fag but their owners are pretty high in Hierarchy and ‘society’ so that’s a part of it. However, a Man ain’t always teddybear huggable,  you get Me. Clearly, faggots here are not abused in any way at all. They are sometimes used to exhaustion but not one will stop asking for use until it’s Master of that moment is finished. Loyal and hungry to a fault, yet unspoiled and definitely the hardest of workers. They care for 14 Boys, the youngest of which is about a year old, I think. They help mommy when she needs them. They clean this huge place and are on call for any Man not working or out that day. They never complain, they adore We Men. I was about to discover one of the reasons why.

               It was one Sunday morning. I was summoned by God to His Sanctuary. He still scared Me shitless then. (Still does. Lol) I went in. Pop was naked and hard in His bed. I sat on one side as he explained that every Sunday morning before breakfast He or Chad, Dean, or Tank ‘blessed’ the faggots. Pink faggot came in and crawled up on Pop’s huge bed and knelt between His knees. “What is your request, sweet pinkfaggot?” Pop asked.       “Yes Sir, please Sir, could, would you personally use me more often? I love you Master! I love you so much Master!”
                   Then Pop took faggots ears, pulled it up and kissed it and told it yes. Then Pop pulled pinky’s head down and she swallowed His cock! Pop can bust on cue most times and as soon as she hit bottom Pop started feeding her. When it was over she thanked Him and left.

        You get the idea. Almost any faggot request is granted, if possible. That Sunday was Tank’s. Since He is gone it became My Sunday. What a fucking RUSH! I thought it would be damned hard to cum on cue  but the Alpha power gained by blessing these fags just makes it happen. I dare any Man be in that god-like situation and NOT bust when that submissive, sweet cum hole swallows your cock with such love and REVERENCE! No real Man could hold back His nut. Well Pop could. He can do anything IMHO.  Lol

         I forgot to say each faggot comes in freshly scrubbed, smelling so sweet and clean. I always allow them a 5 second look into My eyes. I was surprised at many of the responses My gift to them received.  To My amazement, most couldn’t do it for more than about 2 seconds, many couldn’t at all! Fuck and Goddamn, sam! What a fucking joy it is being Alpha! 

           But, each encounter is only maybe 4 minutes long unless one is over emotional and must be comforted. Pop told Me terry spent 20 minutes asking, begging to be My personal faggot until I left. Of course this was early on before I even knew it was anything but orangefaggot. Then He said as He left, “Shit like that puts an extra Alpha grunt in Your rut, doesn’t it Boy?” Lol Man I love Pop!

           My Sunday is coming up soon. I’m already hard, hell, I STAY hard now! But, last night Pop gathered His ‘Boys’ in His office. He told Us Wednesday was another training day for Me. He said when we woke this morning, no sex, no clothes were to be worn. Go downstairs, have breakfast then leave faggots doing usual chores. We were to parade around hard all day doing things as closely as We could to the faggots so they would hungrily yet shamefully stare at the Real Men they worship. We could watch vids and rub one out–almost–so the little faggot’s lust would consume them inside while they try to pretend they aren’t DYING for just one quick taste of even a Man’s snot while they keep working. Pop also advised Me to try and let My precum plop on the tile floor real close to a fag so they can hear it, see it and smell it. He said it’s funny and sweet how their eyes will go back and forth to the cum on the floor to you to your cock trying to figure out what to ask for first. Lol

              Then to Me He said, “I’m aware this is a lot of fun for you Boys but its about responsibility too. If you want to own several faggots like Chad you got to have power, sure, but endurance is something that will bring You blessings time and again. When You are in control of You body and Power, Son You will have any woman and any hole You WILL EVER DESIRE. And They will mutherfucking PLEAD with You for any chance to be a part of Your life or in a faggots case, to be claimed by You. Always try to choose carefully. But, as I was saying this seems fun but remember You are learning to control Your mind and body. You may not orgasm until after dinner. You will have a normal day off, whatever that is to You. The difference being You will openly display Yourself and Your Manhood to faggots as you conduct Your day.”

       Pop was right. I am on fire to bust and My precum is leaking like a dripping faucet. Sure enough, it is fun flicking precum off My cock next to a faggot and see that hunger but it fires the hunger in Me to take that faggot and cum in her stickpussy! Goddamn, this is going to be one of those ‘I survived it’ tests. Lol My little terry may not be in one piece after I use her tonight. I’m going to be SO fucking turned on after today! Fuck! Fuck, sam! Just FUCK! 

I was speechless after reading this. This training program is next-level insight that I think every Alpha should experience! It’s a holistic approach that tackles every aspect of Alphahood, in mind, body, and spirit. It’s beautiful.

Master Cal wrote the next day or so to tell me about his experience afterward:

What a night! I made it all day without busting! By the time dinnertime came and went I swear if a fag had even approached me I would’ve blasted a load across a football field!! After eating Pop said, “Alright boys, go feed and fuck the faggots. They’re primed and ready.” I yelled at terry to get the fuck upstairs and I followed the smoke she left behind her in her race to My suite. 

           When I got there I lay on the bed, my super hard cock aching to shoot and my precum flowing as never before. I smiled at terry and told her tonight might be rough on her because I’ve never felt like such a MAN! She smiled and said she knew after holding off all day I would probably have the biggest orgasm of My life and she wanted to do something special for Me to show Me how much she loved me and how she lived only to please and satisfy Me. I happily said sure! I was sitting on the bed, my cock standing straight up and drooling. I warned her My first load would start the instant she touched My cock. She looked at her Master, told Me I was Her God. Then she put only the head of My cock in her mouth and gently sucked it while barely flicking her tongue around it.  She did it all so slowly it delayed My ‘instant orgasm’ about 10 seconds. In that 10 seconds My nuts jumped and churned, My head spun and My power began to overflow. The bitch knows when I’m going to cum and like 2 seconds before I did she moaned like she does when I make her cum. FUCK! I started pumping My load while she held My cockhead, still barely sucking and licking and swallowing My cum. After about the 5th rope bitch engulfed My cock, turned on the suction, and stayed all the way down on My cock while I called her My filthy slut and shot the other 10 ropes down into her guts. Fuck sam! I fucked her at least 9 times last night and even filled 4 other faggot holes while never forgetting My own hungry cunt. For the first time I’d done what My Brother cautioned Me about-terry is now on her faggot period.  Mommy has nursed and cared for her this morning while managing to slut 2 loads out of her Boy! Goddamn mommy is the world’s greatest cocksucker! All the fags are above average at it but mommy seems to have this understanding of what each of Us Dudes like best and then uses that knowledge to show Us what Gods We are. Mommy loves her Boys and makes Us feel fucking invincible! She’s SO goddamned good it’s hard to stop her from draining every fucking one of Us. She’s goddamned hard to resist!       

When I first saw terry bleeding I was concerned. She just said to please at least shoot My load and then call mommy. She assured Me she’d be fine and was really proud I had cared so much for her that I destroyed her pussy. She was honored I fucked her bloody!! FUCK AND GODDAMN, faggot! I’m telling you, EVERY GODDAMN DAY something happens to blow My mutherfucking mind! I almost abused My faggot and she is HAPPY that I’ve fucked her raw and bloody! No breeder cunt on earth understands and craves a Man like a fag! They really have no idea what really pleases and satisfies a Man. I’m so glad I had no qualms of fucking faggots. My life was a sad and sorry affair before My Brother opened My eyes and gave Me a real, true view of what a Man’s life is supposed to be. I just hope My life brings more honor to Pop, Chad, and Dean. They gave Me life. I hope I make Them proud of Me. 

Thanks to the skillful training provided by God Dino, Master Cal has been able to channel his Alphahood and purpose while also rebuilding his confidence. He’s on solid ground now, building a foundation to a Kingdom that will never be toppled!

As for God Dino and The Family, they are more than proud of Master Cal. Bonds forged with Hierarchical Truth yoke these Alphas and faggots together in love and purpose, and it will never be broken!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

The true story of straight Master Cal’s discovery of faggots and his apprenticeship under the guidance of God Dino and Masters Chad and Dean will undoubtedly end up being one of the most definitive sagas in all Hierarchical literature. It’s so full of wonder and awe, power and passion, that its depth of truth cannot ever be erased or denied.

In fact, “awe” is the operative word to describe Master Cal these days. He now owns a devoted faggot, and lives like an Olympian God alongside his fellow God Alphas, tended to lovingly by a harem of talented faggot whores (is that redundant?).

His life has changed COMPLETELY in just a matter of three or four weeks. He went from Manhood to Godhood so quickly that I’m surprised he didn’t die from sudden decompression.

Just listen to Master Cal describe his wonder:

         Can’t believe you posted about My greatness and didn’t inform Me! Lol What is it Chad says? “I’m just poking your pussy.” 

Anyway, when I woke terry was already over in the small kitchen of My ‘suite’ as everyone calls Our rooms. When she saw I was awake she ran over and assumed ‘Master’s urinal’ position. When I finished I just held her head and let My cock grow down her throat. She loves that! Amazing! Breeder cunts would have Us arrested for Our natural right to take and use any hole on earth but faggots get off on doing shit Men want to do to women but can’t without risking jail and ostracisim. As little actual time all this has been My life, I can’t imagine a life and a future without owning fags. Even though you aren’t a Man, can you picture how PUMPED it makes a Man to have faggots begging to be My urinal, moaning in heat while they lick My Manhole, almost fighting for a taste of My cum? They envy My terry’s place but without negativity, like they regret I chose her instead of them. The fags gets along well. I think it’s because all faggots are used by all the Men so nobody gets too jealous, just a little harmless envy. Besides any shit that might be unbecoming faggot behavior is crushed in a second by the Savior.  You should see Him sam.  My Brother is a MASTER at handling, caring for, caring about, and guiding any faggot. He can even discipline one yet leave her knowing how special and unique she is and how she is an important part of the family. I’ve never seen anything like His power. He’s so humble about the real Hierarchical achievements He has surpassed. Chad isn’t known for His humility in most things. LOL Really, He only brags about shit that’s not real important to life, kind of like poking fun at Himself like He LOVES to do to everybody else. 
                  

I don’t know who I am to comment on Chad’s ego. Fuck faggot, terry will point Me to another post about Me. Reading the shit makes Me hard! I’m getting a bone because of My own awesomeness! Lol  How’s that for Goddamn ego! While terry is cooking and I watch her enjoy caring for Me. I didn’t give her the usual morning load. I’m teasing her so I didn’t cum and told her to continue her chores. I’m sitting here hard. She stares more than she should. She is hungry and happy. I can make her gasp by fingering My precum and rubbing it around the head of My cock. Once I almost nutted, teasing faggot and Myself. terry knows the instant I’m going to nut and when I almost did but held it back, I saw she had been ready to pounce from across the room! If I had busted My slut baby would have gotten every drop. The reverence for My cum is incredible. Breeder cunts shame a real Man’s load. Dirty faggots consider it like Holy water from the Gods. One spilled drop to them is like throwing diamonds into the ocean. I saw Pop comfort a faggot once. It had coughed eating His load and lost some of His truly sacred cum. She was inconsolable and wracked with guilt and shame. Pop had her calm and quiet in about 2 minutes of whispering in her ear and gently rocking her. Pop is God, faggot. He really is. He handles so much in one day. My Brothers told Me how it took both of Them to cover Pop’s work while He was on vacation. Not only did They have to work longer and harder to equal Pop’s output but the, frankly, mind-bending stress and the near genius ability required to instantly read and then act in any type of situation would crush lessers. 

          I said it before but I know My first 30 years were Goddamn shit to prepare Me and make Me appreciate life now. Hell, Chad’s even got Me thinking about breeding some Sons. Before, I had nothing to be proud of and wanted no children.  Now, I want Sons to teach and train to be real, free MEN! I want Them to be a part of this family and know it’s love and warmth. I never had those things–until now. And I want to share My joy with the world! Dudes–go claim a faggot! Today, this fucking minute! You guys don’t know what you’ve been missing! Go take one, it’s your RIGHT as an Alpha Male.

If you can find a better description of The Real Life of Alphahood anywhere on the internet, I’d love to read it.

That final paragraph is a knockout. Any straight Alpha reading that should be moved to action immediately.

Master Cal is living The Real Life nature always intended for him. He’s giddy, flying above the clouds and nothing but clear, blue skies everywhere!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Master Chad is quite familiar with pussy. He’s already fucked more females than most Men twice his age, which has led (as it inevitably does) to fathering more than 40 children already (he has 13 of his sons now living with him). Suffice it to say Master Chad loves everything about pussy except for the headaches that often come with it.

That’s why it was such a revelation to him when his Father God Dino introduced him to faggot pussy. He discovered he could fuck it all day long, breed it full of his potent seed, get rough with it, and the faggot would gratefully crawl back for more. Faggots were everything he wanted in a female, but amplified.

Still, faggots don’t have true female pussies. However, they can be created for the right amount of money.

Which brings us to Master Chad and his new fagwife C.C. Over the time they have been together C.C. has become so submissive and devoted to her Owner and Master that she yearned to give him a very special gift: to have her male genitalia removed and fashioned into a true female pussy!

When Master Chad learned of this, he was overwhelmed. God Dino wanted to make this happen for his firstborn, so he contacted a trusted doctor and tapped into the family fortune in order to expedite the process.

The surgery occurred several weeks ago, and it went well. As Master Chad ruminated on the sacrifice his fagwife made for him, he sent this incredible letter:

Just wanted to tell ya your sister’s new pussy is looking fine! The doc was really able to make it look like how I like a slash’s cunt to look. In about a fortnight [Us Guys are fucking with Dino and are all speaking in His well-intoned manner, as well as using a courtly, polysyllabic vocabulary. I love fuckin with a Brother! Don’t sweat it cumdumpster, I will receive payment in kind. LMAO] I will be charting new territory of My favorite property. This cunt so loves her Savior she’s already saved her cherry stick pussy for Me to claim, which I did beautifully. Now she’s got a vagina cherry for Me to bust and claim! Fuck faggot, you catch how powerful, how fuckin horny that makes a real fuckin Dude? My faggotwife loves and worships Me SO bloody much she’s changed her body, for Me! Because it would please Me! Maybe I CAN be Pop’s equal one day.

Truly, I just wanted to tell ya, she’s almost healed. Swelling is almost gone, pain is now non-existent. In 2 weeks I take her for her final, for a few weeks anyway, visit. The doc is gonna talk to us about limits and shit until some time in the future. The doc knows Us well, knows how We live.

I can only imagine the joy and pleasure Master Chad will experience as he enters the new vagina his fagwife has given to him! As for C.C., her ecstasy will be immeasurable!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

One of the reasons why I have been so diligent to carefully link together the true stories on this site into separate, easily browsed categories is the effect it has on a new visitor. These stories (some spanning a couple of years of posts!) create a web into which new visitors are caught up and enticed to read more. Once they do, they are inevitably triggered to action, whether it be a rejection of Hierarchy, or a sudden curiosity of a certain aspect.

This is what I want to happen with the information here. I don’t want complacency about this material. Once understood, it requires action.

Ultimately, this has been the legacy of this website, its success and its importance. No other site in this space has succeeded in introducing faggot ownership and use to as many straight Alphas as this site. I’m justifiably proud of this site’s record.

And it’s happened once again!

A couple of weeks ago I received a fairly frantic email from a completely straight Alpha named Cal. Here’s what he wrote:

My name is Cal. I was sent to your website by a friend. He did it for laughs but now I feel something inside me, something strange and wonderful.  

     I read several posts and was so intrigued by “In praise of an Alpha hunter” or close to that title. It spoke of a Master Chad and the total adoration of his faggot. I’ve dreamed of having a bitch, a female, hunger for me like that since I was about 10. I’d given up that dream but wanting to know more I read the Master Chad thread. God damn! Imagine my surprise to learn this dude is not even 20 and living like a God. To my amazement I realized that since reading of his first experience with a faggot I’d been rock hard. Could I be Alpha? I’m a fairly tough dude. I got a lot in common with Chad, including what has been a lifelong embarrassment-I have an abnormal amount of semen. I’ve never told that before. Bitches always complain and have made me ashamed.  Chad and his father are proud they cum like this. I’m so turned around. I mean WTF? Do faggots like 3 and 4 ounces of cum? I’m kind of freaked out. I would never admit this to my buddies but I found one of the vids of Alpha and faggot. I started shooting before I could get my fucking cock out. I splattered my keyboard and monitor. I shot cum down my pants leg. What is happening to me? I’m turned on seeing a faggot deepthroat a cock. I’ve never even thought about touching a man. And Chad married his faggot, WTF? It’s all so fucking strange! I feel exhilarated, powerful, but also a bit dirty. I need to talk to someone. Is it possible to write Chad or Dino? You seem knowledgeable could I write you. From my reading I get the feeling I’m not supposed to open up to a faggot. You are a lowly creature, less than a man, right? I don’t know where to turn or even if I should act on this. I know it turns me the fuck on to think of a faggot begging for My cum. Is my cum really the sacred stuff the Alphas say it is? Do faggots really want to eat my load? If they do, I really don’t give a good God damn they are men. I’ve been shamed so many times because of my load. Females bitch like hell after we fuck because the bed is always soaked. I feel like a big pussy for saying this but can you help me faggot? God damn I can’t believe this shit. I’m gonna dump another load then shower. I already have cum drenching my leg. I might as well watch another video then clean up. I mean I usually rub one out 4 or 5  times a day. Do faggots like getting used that much, with this much cum? It blows my mind. Will anyone speak with me? I have no one in my life I can turn to with this. It’s hard for me to even admit this shit or that I need guidance.  One thing I’ve known all my life-I’m a fucking Man! I feel this to be very masculine yet also wrong.  I need to ask questions. 

I never heard of Alpha and faggot shit before. Yesterday when I went to the FWA site it was like a cross between a kid in a candy store and a detour through hell. Exciting and frightening at the same time. I haven’t slept because my cock won’t go down. I’ve jacked off 8 times watching vids and imagining busting my loads into hungry faggots. I’m on fire.

I really need advice on this. Are you real? Is the site just a J.O. place? If I’ve been fooled, well, it wouldn’t be the first time. I won’t write again if I get no response. What’s one more disappointment in this life. I hope you answer. This is such a risk for me. Thanks for your time. I won’t bother you again. I was so excited about the possibilities that seem open to me. I have lots of built-up aggression and anxiety. I thought this life might provide some release. Whether you reply or not I’ll continue to investigate this phenomenon somehow. I’m too pumped about it to just ignore it. 

Needless to say, I was thrilled! I wrote him back to reassure him that it’s completely real and quite true. Master Cal was floored. He asked me if I could connect him with Master Chad, God Dino’s burgeoning God Alpha son. I did so eagerly, knowing full well that, if anyone could answer an Alpha’s questions about faggots, it would be Master Chad!

So Master Cal reached out to Master Chad, and incredibly Master Chad agreed to call him the next day! In the meantime, Master Cal wrote a little more about his life to this point:

       I noticed your name was all lower case letters. Should I do that when writing about faggots? Damn! I got a lot to learn. My cock will not go down. I lost count of how many loads I’ve shot since finding your site. I can’t believe this is real. Men actually live this way and get worshipped? WTF? I thought I was crazy. As a kid I dreamed of being a king with all kinds of pussy anytime I wanted it. The way  I grew up, well it wasn’t exactly a place of sanity. I doubt everything until it is proven now. 

     To answer your questions I’m in my 30’s. I’m not rich but I don’t work. See, when I left home it was because of a woman. She was my way out. We married but that was a mistake. What a cunt she was! She wanted to be the man and  constantly put me down. She shamed me on my loads. She loved my big cock but told me I was a freak because of my cum. Anyway the bitch died in an accident and I live off the double indemnity life insurance I had on her. So I’m not wealthy but never have to work again. Any feelings I had for her she killed way before the train killed her, the cunt. For the first time, since she died, I’m free. No church, no mouthy cunt, no job but no action either. I love blow jobs but good blow jobs. Hard finding bitches that can suck a big cock and no bitch ever wants my load. I want to see a faggot eat my load like the vids. I still can’t believe it would want my cum. Since my first letter I have seen porn where a dude shot a little bit in a faggot mouth and it lapped it down but maybe you don’t realize what I shoot. All my reading at FWA I only saw one Man, Dino, who might come just a bit more than me. If I sent you a pic of my load you’d see they are remarkably similar. I also see faggot pronouns are it or she and Men receive capital letters in text. I like that respect and will try to use that.

        I have written Chad and got a reply with a phone number to call at 1. Tell me sam, oh I mean faggot, do you know Him well? It’s obvious they ‘live on the edge’, if you know what I mean. Are they mafia or something. They’re Italian and vaguely kind of outlaws I guess. I don’t give a shit if they’re some of the ten most wanted as long as they’re friendly to Me and can teach Me about this new life. And maybe arrange for me to fuck a fag. I can’t wait to talk to Chad. I’m 31 but He seems more of a Man than Me. Wow, 14 Sons, a faggotwife, and a stable of faggots to use 24/7 and still has female pussy too? It’s a fucking dream! How could I have lived so long and never heard about Alpha life. They should teach it in school.

     Well faggot if you can, answer before 1 o’clock. Maybe you can give Me some insight into Chad’s thinking and any tips on what to avoid. I think He and I are going to fucking hit it off. He says I’m a new Brother and He will be happy to show Me the ‘right’ way an Alpha lives and acts. I hope I can count on you to teach Me how a faggot behaves. If I learn from both of you I might be able to wrap my mind around this hidden world that has kept Me hard for 2 days.

      Maybe it’s not right to say it but thank you faggot. I think you both are about to change My life.

I will cherish that final sentence for the rest of my life. I’ve been involved in changing a lot of lives through this site, but I’ve never had anyone anticipate it so accurately before. And little did Master Cal realize that, with Master Chad getting involved, he was actually standing on the precipice of a black hole that leads to a completely different world!

Hell, even I didn’t anticipate what happened next! I received this message the following day:

My afternoon

C

Cal

to me
Jan 15

Details

faggot sam,    Or should I say cock jockey? That’s what Chad calls you. I’m having a hard time wrapping My head around everything.  My Brother Chad is a fucking whirlwind of a dude! Brash, funny, in your face, and macho as a mutherfucker can be, Chad is a very special and masculine dude. I called and after a 10 minute conversation I was ready and anxious to meet Him. The fucker said He was outside My apartment building in a black Cadillac Escalade! I went out and this dude was sitting there with a beer and a faggot sucking His cock!!! He was so casual about it! It blew My mind! He said I should get in if My cock wasn’t so hard I couldn’t bend My leg. I realized My gym shorts had a tent right out in public! I was a little uneasy but I hopped in so nobody else could see. Before I even could speak the faggot had My 10 inch cock down her throat! I instantly shot My wad and the faggot just kept sucking! Chad grinned and said, “Sit back Brother and enjoy it this time”. He patted faggot’s head and said, “Make it a good one, mommy”. Then He told Me He was hungry and was going to find a drive through for a burger while I got the BEST FUCKING BLOWJOB I HAVE EVER GOTTEN!! GOD DAMN! The faggot had sucked 2 loads out and I hadn’t even seen its face, not that it mattered. Lol After it got My nut I realized He called it mommy. I was being blown by Master Dino’s perfect faggot! I couldn’t believe it! Chad explained one of His Sons had a cold and cc wanted to stay with the kid so He brought His mommy, the queen of cocksuckers to impress Me. Fuck! I am IMPRESSED! I’m also freaked out, stunned beyond belief, and feel like a God! When I told Him I just couldn’t believe all this, a faggot was blowing Me-in public-He just laughed and said this a normal, everyday thing. Then He said if I wanted I could come to His place and use any or all the faggots there! I blew the faggot another nut upon hearing that and finally went soft. The faggot stayed on Me and gently sucked until it got the last drop of My load!! Chad just pulled out His own cock and faggot was on it! He pulled in Hardee’s and asked if I wanted anything. I told Him I liked the Frisco burger and a chocolate shake. He pulled right up to the drive through and ordered 4 burgers and 2 shakes then up to the window with the faggot still eating His cock!! The windows were darkly tinted. He only put down the window enough to stick His hand out with the cash. The faggot never even flinched and kept eating Him. When they handed the food to Him Chad rolled the window COMPLETELY DOWN! The faggot was on display and the dude at the window went white but I swear he licked his lips too. Chad thanked him and drove away! WTF?! Then He said, “Get My nut bitch. I want to eat.” The faggot swallowed him and I could see it’s throat muscles moving as she did some shit with His bag. Then He said, “Yeah, Goddamn it” and faggot was fed again! After He nutted He grinned and asked her if she wanted some burger. She said yes but would prefer more cum! At a traffic light He fucking fed her a bite of chewed burger out of His mouth and she swallowed it like it was a lifesaving serum! Then He kissed her and spit a huge wad in her mouth. She had an orgasm and My cock JUMPED back up. Chad laughed and said I definitely needed to go home with Him. And not just for sex. He wanted to answer the questions He knew I had screaming in My mind. When I asked where He lived, I’m in Syracuse, He’s outside Mexico, like 20 something miles from Me! All this time Alphas are living as Gods so close! It must be fate that I read about this particular Brother. We talked a while and We really hit it off. He’s a wild dude who takes no prisoners. His enthusiasm for Alpha life, for using faggots and breeder cunts as He calls them, and for His macho way of hunting with nothing but a knife and His intelligence is unending. He has 48 kids! The Sons live with Him. They are the important ones and the ‘slash’ are unimportant! He told Me about being ill from exhaustion some time ago because He was fucking or feeding 20 different holes per day!! He is THE definition of Man/Stud/Alpha! He calls Me Baby Brother and even though I’m about 12 years older I feel like He’s My Big Brother. Also He worships His ‘Pop’ and if ‘God, the Father’ is the MAN Chad claims, shit! He must be God. I’m nervous about meeting Him.

      I’m having some heating issues which they are fixing in the morning so I couldn’t go with Him this evening but He’s coming back tomorrow and I’m invited to stay as long as I need guidance! He’s said He and His Father and Brothers have a lot to teach Me and I have My choice of what He calls the house faggots to use!! If this is a Goddamn dream I hope I never wake up!

      THANK YOU fAGGOT sAM!!! I can’t wait until tomorrow night! I’m elated, nervous, horny, and a little scared. You never answered My question about their Italian family business so I’m certain I was right. They are a family of questionable means but who gives a fuck? I’m sure that’s how He found My place. All i said was that i lived in Syracuse in a downtown apartment! I don’t care what They do as long as they like Me. In all, Chad tells Me there are 10 faggots in residence, all anxiously waiting to be fucked! I don’t know about the others but, with Dino’s permission, I’m going to give His faggot everything I got because I’ve NEVER had a blowjob like she gave. I hope she likes getting FUCKED because I want to show her My appreciation. Hell sam, no cunt has ever been able to swallow all 10 inches and that faggot ate My cock like it was a fucking tic-tac! Then she, she savored and treasured My load and made sure to get every fucking drop!!! How is this way of life still hidden from a world view? faggot, thanks to you and My new Big Brother I am on My way to being a MASTER! I have many questions for you but will ask later tonight. Right now I’m going to rub one out thinking of mommy’s sweet fucking throat! 

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!? Master Chad shows up like a ROCK STAR and takes Master Cal to Hierarchical heaven! This event blew me away. I never even thought about the possibility of them ever getting together (online connections rarely lead to in-person meetings for various reasons, distance being one of them). I didn’t know they lived near each other. Once more, we see the machinations of the Universe manipulating events in order to make things right!

After that whirlwind introduction, Master Chad made plans for Master Cal to come over to The Compound, my name for the massive complex owned by God Dino and houses his huge and growing family. Meanwhile, Master Cal tore off another breathless email:

faggot sam,  I still think I must be dreaming or tripping which is impossible since it’s been years since I did acid. Maybe it’s a delayed flashback. Lol Fuck sam! 

         I have a million questions for you but My head is just spinning from all this. Chad told Me to “quit fucking jacking” till tomorrow so I got more to give. I asked how did He know I was jacking a lot. He laughed and said,”Dude-you got no pussy. You got a 10 incher like Me. You shoot like Us. You just discovered the real Man inside. You going to tell Me you aint pumping like a Goddamn firehose to every fucking porn video on line? Get fucking real Dude.’ And laughed that kind of evil laugh He has. He knows almost every step I’ve taken since My discovery! He’s amazing! And super intelligent! I’m sitting there shaking from all that’s going down. He’s got a faggot on His cock and He casually starts talking quantum physics! When He saw He was MILES over My head He didn’t embarrass Me. He brought it down to cars and motors which is more My speed. What a Guy! I would’ve thought He would make fun or worse to any Alpha not on His level but was instead super cool. He could tell I’m not yet strong enough to tease. Jesus! If this is the Savior and the Son of God I am TERRIFIED to meet Master Dino-or GOD as I understand He is referred to! I’m not usually afraid of other Men but meeting GOD AFTER His faggot has drunk 4 of My loads is daunting to say the least. I’m actually sweating whether I should go or not. Do you think it’ll be OK? You know them better. What do you think I should do?

      Sorry faggot, I’m still a little freaked out. Let’s see, I know I wanted to ask if all faggots like it rough? Is there a way to gauge if a faggot is happy? Or in pain? From what I’ve seen like Chad could’ve murdered that faggot and she wouldn’t have stopped sucking until dead. Are fags THAT loyal? Chad told Me some of what goes on there and said to some it was, shall I say, rather close family members? But promised as soon as I understand hierarchy all would be clear. Hell, at this point I’d buy anything My Big Brother laid on Me. Forget My doubts faggot. If for nothing else I’m consumed with learning all He, His Father and Brothers have to teach Me. I am Their sponge! 

        It sounds like it’s a good thing I’m in shape because a day there sounds like a fucking workout man! On the phone I was praising ‘mommy’ and He said to wait till I fucked her! He said we’d fuck her together and there was younger pussy too. I don’t give a good Goddamn how old they are just how good they are. He laughed and said she was the best but cc was a close second as is green faggot, I think. Do you know why all Chad’s faggots are color coded without names? This Dude is so caring He said if they had names He would fall in love with every one so they have to remain colors! What a God-Man! Shit, makes it easier for Me because their name is the color of clothes they wear! I’m simply blown away! 

       faggot I just can’t remember My questions. I got to get some shit together but Chad said My clothing will probably be removed at the door tomorrow so I didn’t need any others and if I did I could wear something of His or His Brothers! Are They all this amazing? Never before have a met a genuine, smart, GOOD Dude who could, if He chose, beat 5 other dudes down! I mean He’s one tough fucker but down to earth. And real.

       I’ll get back to you after My visit. I can’t wait! I’m sure I’ll have plenty of questions by then and will even remember them. Lol Almost forgot Chad told Me to, “sign off to the cock jockey the right Goddamn way!”  so,

You know you want it, faggot, Master Cal, disciple of the Savior 

I was so enervated by this email. Master Cal was asking all of the right questions, and I knew Master Chad and God Dino could answer them better than I could. I eagerly waited to hear from Master Cal after his visit.

Of course, the prolific Master Chad beat him to it, penning this masterpiece of Chad-speak:

        Guess what? Old Cal is a new Alpha Master. He’s still got a lot to learn but He’s glommmed onto Alpha life quicker than a tampon sucks up pussy blood. LMAO 

       When we got here yesterday Cal was scared Pop would be pissed cause mommy sucked Him! I just laughed inside but I didn’t tell Him that was silly. Pop was in His office here at home so I told Him to be a fucking Man and suck it up and go see Pop. LMAO Of course you know I was fucking with Him a little and Him and Pop hit it off. They talked all afternoon and by the time Pop finished Cal’s head was straightened on a lot a shit. He was unashamed when He came to My room hard as a mutherfucker. I offered Him pussyface’s mouth and He took it. Then I said We could fuck her together for His 1st faggot pussy but He said Pop was preparing mommy for Him. Thru My squawkbox Pop said, “Boy come down to the kitchen.” I went too. Pop had sandwiches and told Cal to eat cause He’d been here 6 or 7 hours and hadn’t eat. Pop had a plan. While Cal ate Pop brought up the subject of His dead breeder cunt. I could see My Brother was uncomfortable but He answered every thing. Pop kept getting rougher and more harsh with His questions and shit. He said something like, “You don’t want to rape a faggot, Son. You really wanna rape that cunt who tried to cut off your balls every minute. The fucking slash that made fun of Your load. YOUR LOAD THAT YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF. And ya wouldn’t wanna give the slut any pleasure so you really want to fucking destroy her asshole.  Think how good it would be to pay the cunt back for all she did to emasculate a REAL Goddamn Man like you.” And on and on until Cal was red faced and squirming with a NEED to rape some pussy with rage and aggression. Pop walked over to His bedroom door and opened it. He told Cal to get the fuck in there and rape the cunt! Well I could see mommy on the big bed. Her long hair spread out, her face in a pillow and pussy in the air. Cal FLEW in and Pop closed the door smiling that smile We both got that the faggots call sexy and evil. We went up to My suite and Pop told Me He had to get Cal to lose the built up aggression against the dead slash, it was blocking progress, and mommy loves being used to relieve aggression. Plus Cal was real hot for mommy’s pussy since she showed Him what a good Goddamn blowjob is. Pop stayed with us and We made pussyface’s night. Goddamn My whore loves serving God and His Son. LMAO I got a couple hours snoozing in and went to the kitchen. It was 7 a.m. Mommy was already starting breakfast, smiling and humming like a bird. I went to her and she threw her arms around Me so I gave her a big wet kiss and after she quit sucking spit outta My mouth she thanked Me for bringing Cal and told Me He was still asleep. She let Me go to Him after My promise to feed her later. Before I opened the door I looked back. Mommy was sparkling! Fuck I love her! What a fucking EXCELLENT faggot she is. If she ain’t bleeding I’m gonna fuck the hell outta Her after breakfast.  Nothing turns this Alpha on more than a faggot’s exemplary submission and joy for services rendered.

        Cal was splayed over a third of Pop’s massive triple King bed like a Goddamn swastika. No blood so mommy must be ok. I had asked her but who really knows without evidence. Faggots and mommy especially won’t admit to being hurt sometimes even if the pussy got shredded. I got some great faggots, cockjockey. Anyway, I kicked the bed and said, “Wake up stud” Cal jumped but seeing Me, laid down again. He said, “Where’s mommy? Is she OK? I’m sorry Man but God got Me so worked up…” I said, “Relax dude. Don’t sweat so much about shit. Mommy is happy, humming and cooking breakfast. Calm the fuck down.” 

“But I was so fucking rough Dude!  I flat out raped that cunt 4 times! No bitch could be happy after that! I know i had to hurt her even though I was so focused on fucking out My stress I didn’t even notice her reactions. Fuck Chad, her pussy LOOKED like a pussy! It made shit even hotter!” I told Him faggot pussy kinda starts looking like one that bleeds over time. Then He insisted on seeing her and was astounded after looking at her smiling and cooking shit.  He was amazed. He got up and started to straighten the bed and I told Him to stop, that was a faggot job. We still got a lot of teaching to do as well as deprogramming the crap the slash warped Him with. I heard other faggot voices so I yelled for mommy. I told her she needed to blow her Boys before breakfast and We would show her our appreciation by double dicking her after. I thought she was gonna cry. She dropped to her knees and swallowed My cock like life itself depended on Me busting a load. Cal watched and in 2 seconds His cock was standing up.

       I started this after faggot got My nut. I love being a teacher. Cal has this amazed look while the faggot He destroyed last night expertly and lovingly sucks His cock. I love helping My new Brother discover what life is all about. I’m going to breakfast after this cig, Im starved. Life is sweet faggot.

The encouragement to “rape” God Dino’s fagwife Jamie was a little surprising, but I understood the brilliant logic behind it. I was curious to see how Master Cal took it. Finally he wrote back:

     I am BLOWN AWAY! First, I never knew I could cum so many times in a 24 hour period. I shot at least 15 loads since leaving My place yesterday! I feel like I died and went to the true heaven. And other than the bunny’s blow jobs on the way here I’ve only had mommy! Pop told Me I might as well call them Pop and mommy! sam, this is better than any buzz or any drug! 

     I know Brother already told you about My night with mommy. Pop worked Me up in such a state I raped her and I mean RAPED that cunt til I fell out from exhaustion. And this morning she was SINGING AND SMILING!! The bitch was HAPPY I fucking raped her! Now I don’t want to do that a the time but I am exhilarated! After breakfast Pop said I should take it easy till lunch and then to just pick a faggot, or 2, to fuck this afternoon! Chad told Him He’d promised mommy that He and I would have her after We ate. Pop just chuckled and said fine. We could have 3 hours wirh her but after that faggots would appear with food. We were ordered to then eat and rest until 6. At that time He would speak to Me and determine what I should do next! After sex We smoked a bowl with mommy and they went to sleep. I should be sleeping as He commands but I had to write and share My glee with you faggot. Your website opened a door and Chad gave Me this wonderful gift.  I’ll never ne able to repay any of you. 

     Yesterday when Pop talked to Me alone He taught Me SO much. At one point I broke down in grateful tears. I was so ashamed this God saw Me weakness. He was so cool. He came over and put his arm around My shoulder and told Me that I was no less a Man for crying. After the church shit and the ex wife shit that I need a release that I’d never allowed Myself to have. God, He is super intelligent. No wonder Chad and Dean are so superior.  The jizz that created them came from the most amazing God-Man to ever breathe I think! He’s the epitome of a wise, benevolent MAN! I don’t feel as if I deserve the kindness and wisdom He has showered Me with. And He reassured Me I NEVER have to worry about the creepers again. How cool is that? 2 goddamn calls and that rotten part of My life is GONE! Vanished like ice in a desert! I swear when He told Me that I kissed His ring and thanked Him profusely.  He just shrugged it off and told Me there was no need for such gestures. He said We were all aware of Our Hierarchical stations but He appreciated My reverence. What an amazing Dude! And He was HAPPY I appreciated mommy so much and told Me to use her anytime she was available.  He said I was Manly enough and had enough juice to earn mommy’s respect and, in time, she’d love Me as much as she does their Sons! It’s like the first 30 years of My life were shit so I would deserve these new blessings! And all this IS a blessing from God Dino! I told Pop He should start a school for Alphas! So I can’t wait to hear whatever He wants to share tonight! I better get some shut eye before Pop catches Me disobeying Him. Honestly, it’s all I can do to not wake mommy and fuck her again. She’s already gaping with cum drizzling out of her pussy where Chad and I did double penetration on her!! And sam, maybe I’m not supposed to be so open with a fag but you’ll never comprehend the bond I got with My Brother Chad! Cumming together in the pussy with His cock sliding against Mine. It was INCREDIBLE! I shot more than ever before! And mommy knows how to work that pussy something fierce! And it even looks like a vagina, what a fucking turn on! I better go sam. THANK YOU FAGGOT! If We ever meet I’m going to fuck you so good, bitch! I promise I will.  GODDAMN! I FEEL SO ALIVE!! Thank you sam. I’ll talk as soon as I can faggot!

Master Cal was clearly receiving the kind of direct training so few Alphas get in ordinary life. It’s training that I, as a faggot, cannot imagine let alone execute.

One thing I will say at this point: God Dino’s methodology for initiating new Alphas into the fraternal order of true Alphahood and Hierarchy is unmatched anywhere in the world. His insights are extraordinary!

Master Cal’s next email confirmed as much:

      Jesus! What an experience! I just woke. Last night My cock was so sore. My nuts and groin area just ached! Lol. Where My pelvis bones protrude a little is bruised. I have had every faggot here-blue, green, orange, c.c., pink,gray, white, little d, mommy, and hot little bunny, who says she loves you sam. I promised I’d tell you that. She’s great and energetic as fuck!  She had me fucking her all over the underground, as They call the humongous play room off faggot quarters downstairs. And theres like this special kind of, I dont know, this THING between Me and orangefaggot. At first it kind of weirded Me out because i swear when i use it i see love in its eyes. And it seems like the other fags are kind of pushing it up front like they know it loves Me but maybe im just imagining shit. I have fucked it more than any fag here. Anytime I’m alone it just appears and offers its holes so what the hell? It’s good and really ‘fits’ on My cock, you know? 

      Damn! This place, these people! It’s humbling but empowering at the same time. I’ve never felt such POWER! These faggots are fucking unbelievable and do anything I want! And are HAPPY eating My load, drinking My piss! They beg to feast on MY spit and sweat. Goddamn I love a faggot slurping on MY pits! What a turn on! You were right. I am refused nothing short of abuse. Pop made that very plain-no abuse unless it’s one of Tanks throwaway fags that dig that shit. I haven’t experienced that because He usually only goes hunting on Saturdays now. My understanding is He used to bring home throwaways 3 and 4 days a week! Since the rainbow exists now there’s really no need. As Chad says, “There’s 10 Goddamn faggots here. That’s 20 holes. Except for the occasional Alpha need of an unconquered hole what the fuck do We need with throwaways except maybe once a week so the rainbow can have a break and let their pussies get tight again?” 

      Tonight Chad and Pop take c.c. for surgery. I would never have believed a faggot would do what she’s doing without changing sexes completely but if you could see the totality of her love for Chad, well it’s just another testament to the Savior’s greatness! I could never equal Chad’s masculinity, just as He says He could never match God’s magnificence but both of Us are going to try! Lol Seriously, Pop is an astounding force of nature. I wouldn’t fuck with Him in ANY way. He could destroy any man! When angry, which I saw once, He is a terrifying Alpha beast! I swear, His eyes turned BLACK. He seems to swell up bigger than normal. He becomes very menacing and the dude that made Him angry literally pissed his pants!!! I swear to God! I watched the stain spread as it happened. And Pop never touched the dude or even raised His voice but the look on His face! And even wilder,when that happened under His breath Chad whispered to Me, “Mommy’s gonna be one happy cunt tonight.” I didn’t understand till later. The dude shakily left and with those eyes still demonic Pop kind of barked, “Get in the Goddamn bedroom fucking slut! I need service!” I barely saw mommy grin as she ran there ahead of Him! I said, “Poor mommy, will she be ok?” Everybody laughed! Chad explained it and said mommy loved Pop’s dark half and We should just go fuck some faggots! Fuck what a life!

      The guys fucked with Me yesterday. Everybody’s lying around the family room ,just kicking it, getting high and the occasional blow job and watching one of Pop’s favorite shows Edge of Night. The fags are constantly bringing food and drink or comestibles as Dean says. (Goddamn He’s intelligent) So I’m laying back and bunny brings a plate of cookies and pastries and I grab a couple of cookies. I start to tell that sweet orangefaggot to blow me and pop the cookies in my mouth. I’ve chewed it maybe three times before I realize it tastes like someone farted in My mouth. I gag and the Men are laughing and Chad is horselaughing and rolling on the floor!! Fucker had bunny give Me durian cookies Pop got in some other country. Fuck faggot, it was the worst Goddamn thing I’ve ever put in My mouth. Bunny brought the waste can and I’m spitting this vile shit in it while gagging severely.  Chad and Dean are crying laughing and Pop explains what durian is while laughing Himself.  Damn faggot it was literally what I imagine eating shit is like but the laughter was catching. We all laughed. Later we were all pretty engrossed in the show, there’s a killer who uses a hand puppet holding a knife so all attention is on the TV. I see Pop sneak a small packet out of His recliners pocket and when Chad isn’t looking He pours it in Chad’s Mtn.Dew. A minute or two after Chad takes a swig,gags, and tries to spit out what He’s already gulped down. Of course durian powder. “MUTHERFUCK! Goddamn Pop! I fucking swallowed that shit! FUCK!” He’s laughing and gagging and spitting and cursing Pop. Pop takes Chads soda and downs it! He likes that shit! If i didn’t know before He was God, that proved it! LOL Man, never a dull moment in God’s house! I’ve had such fun as well as learned about life here!

     Pop told Me to stay put until He comes back tomorrow morning. He has some other things to teach Me. Chad grinned. He knows what’s in store for Me and is sorry He’ll miss it. He threw Me one hint. He said there’s all different kinds of faggots and I was about to realize that. Also Pop promised a night of breeder pussy when Chad brings c.c. home from the hospital so I guess that means I’m here another week at least! sam, everybody is so good to Me. Pop and mommy, fuck everybody treats Me like I’m really one of the Sons! And as fucking MASCULINE as the Men are it’s obvious They really love each other and Me!! I can’t believe it all. Thank you faggot! I owe you a Goddamn year of My cock. By introducing Me to Chad you have changed My whole world! A week ago I would have fought any man that said one day I’d be fucking assholes and spitting in faggot mouths but I sure as fuck am and I’ve never felt so fucking powerful and alive!! Faggot pussy is leagues better than vaginas but the look of a vagina still turns Me on and i swear to God mommy’s and orangefaggot’s pussies look like real vaginas.  Its fantastic! 

        Chad’s teaching Me how to really, balls-out fight as well as fuck. He says there’s a good reason Men need to I know how but especially Me because soon I’ll need to know how to really fight. I’ve done ok in fights before but damn! Chad knows how to really bring the pain and so does Dean. Chad won’t say why but keeps telling Me I’ll like the outcome when time comes. I don’t know what His plan is but I trust My Brother with My life. He or Pop could say jump off this cliff and I’d do it after all They’ve done for Me. He and Dean just give each other knowing smiles when the fighting shit comes up. My Brothers have something in store for Me but I don’t know what yet. 

       You say people think the family is fake? Lol Yeah, well if it is My cock sure loves feeding phantom fags! And those fake pussies sure feel good riding My cock! Seriously, I wish it were possible for the naysayers to be here getting fucked by the security guards.  They wouldn’t deserve the family Men. I do know Pop would simply say “Fuck em” with His cool demeanor.  Brother Dean would chuckle and continue fucking His fagwife. Now My Brother Chad would be demanding the fools show themselves because He’d be ready to beat the brakes off ANYBODY who disrespected His Father or family by, basically, denying their existence. He has a temper thats ignited in a flash! He’d find a way to track a fucker down and hurt them. Believe Me, He WOULD find the idiot somehow. Once fired up about something He does not quit until things are resolved to His satisfaction. I’ve gotten to know Them all well and nobody should fuck with Chad or Pop. They would be obliterated.  As warm and caring as My Brothers are if you fuck with the family you will regret that.

      Chad is awake now and c.c  is just ravaging her mighty Husband! Goddamn, to wake up every morning to a hungry faggot is better than any experience I’ve ever had. When I think back at how I had to BEG for My wife’s pussy! Shit, I am the one who is begged now. You know, there’s a fitting completeness to life now-as if I’ve found My purpose. Chad lights a Kool while c c. sucks His cock and pushes her pussy up against My leg. Chad says, “Fuck little Brother you don’t want any pussy this morning?” And laughs. Fuck yes I do! Bye sam

And so that is the transformation of straight Master Cal. He was undeniably Alpha before he saw this website, met me, met God Dino, Master Chad, and the family.

But now he has used faggot throat and pussy, and experienced the Real Life of worship and service Alphas like him should expect and receive from faggots.

And there is no going back now! He has inadvertently fallen into the Hierarchical abyss and has now tumbled like Alice into Wonderland! All because of this website, the little spider faggot who wove it (me!), and THE TRUTH!

My thanks to God Dino, Master Chad, and The Family for their generosity, leadership, and wisdom in helping Master Cal! There is much more of this ongoing story coming, so strap in!

It’s been another long time since my last update about God Dino, Master Chad, Master Dean, and all of the other Alphas and faggots living in the compound God Dino built into some nameless mountain. With this crew, it’s better to not ask certain questions.

So much has happened to each member of The Clan over the last few months that I thought it might be good to update them all at once. Well, at least update the stuff I’m allowed to discuss! Covering this rough Hierarchical assembly of Kings and slaves is like trying to describe a season of Real Housewives in which everybody gets raped in every episode.

Anyway, let’s start at the top:

I’m glad to say that Jamie, God Dino’s loyal fagwife of 18 years, made a full recovery from cancer. After an all-clear from the doctor, God Dino took Jamie on a months-long vacation to several beachfront resorts for total relaxation. God Dino left the family empire in the very capable hands of Master Chad (assisted by Master Dean) while they were away.

The long rest for Jamie proved prescient. Once they returned, Master Chad determined to add significantly to the workload…

Master Chad might be the most prolific Alpha breeder I’ve ever covered here, maybe only rivaled by California Alpha. He’s fathered more than 40 children already! Of course, since his introduction to faggot pussy (covered here), he’s basically been breeding everything with a hole and filling it with his prodigious cumshots.

Out of the children he’s created so far, he fathered 13 sons by a couple of awful females who have been nothing but problems for him. So he teamed up with God Dino to take full custody of these 13 sons!

Now the 13 infants are living in The Compound and tended to by the faggots caring for everything there: Jamie, Jimmy, and the rainbow faggots greenfaggot, bluefaggot, orangefaggot, white faggot, and pinkfaggot. The faggots take turns with the babies as they each have other duties in service of the multiple Alphas living there. Needless to say, these faggots live harried but fulfilled lives!

Master Chad wanted a fagwife much like his Father, so he chose to marry his primary faggot C.C. in a sweet private ceremony.

But that’s not all! Recently C.C. said that she wanted to have a vagina fashioned out of her useless skin flap (not a full transition, just an extra hole for her Master), so God Dino called in a few favors and arranged for surgery. C.C.’s surgery went very well and should be returning home soon!

Master Dean and his faggot twin brother Jimmy are just 16 years old, but they’ve already experienced more of life’s wonder and fulfillment than most people four times their age. If you recall, they were already having sex with each other since the age of 10 without the oversight of God Dino, their Hierarchical roles clearly defined from birth. Once God Dino took them in, they more fully accepted the truth of their situation. This allowed Master Dean to grow deeper into his very clear role as a burgeoning God Alpha, and it also allowed little Jimmy to truly blossom and thrive as his adorably insatiable faggot.

Master Dean wanted to make his ownership of Jimmy official by marrying his precious fag brother. Of course, this is difficult to do in most parts of the world. However, God Dino found out it could be accomplished in Argentina, so he flew with them out to that foreign land for the ceremony!

After the nuptials, the group then flew to Belgium for some authentic Belgium chocolate! How’s THAT for romance?!?

Many readers were inspired by the story of greenfaggot, and expressed hope that it was finding peace and success under God Dino’s care.

Indeed, greenfaggot has been doing well! In fact, greenfaggot has had a crucial role to play in the development of a powerful new straight Alpha who will soon debut here!

Schooling is progressing for bluefaggot with fine results, no easy feat considering the massive workload all of the faggots share! Recently Jamie remarked about how quickly bluefaggot is learning, which is encouraging!

This is most of what I’ve been allowed to update about The Clan. They’re very private but well-connected people, so I’m privileged to even be able to share this much.

I just don’t know if there has ever been a more intense, focused Hierarchical environment than the one cultivated by God Dino and his extended family. It’s been a wild ride, but I’ve cherished every crazy moment of it!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Over the last week or so Master Chad, Master Shane, and their faggots (including Master Chad’s new fag-wife C.C.) went out into the woods to do some hunting. Master Chad was sired and raised by a God Alpha in Master Dino, one of the most intensely masculine Men to be found anywhere, and because of that Master Chad has a love for hunting and all things predatorial.

But Master Chad doesn’t like hunting with weapons of pussies and incels, like guns. No, Master Chad is a throwback to the days when primal Men stalked Nature armed with sharp objects, crawling through the wood in silence while stalking their prey, and killing animals with their bare hands to feed those they protect. He was born a King, but also a hunter of the first order.

Upon their return from the hunt, Master Chad’s fag-wife C.C. penned a gorgeous ode to this greatest of Alpha Predators:

I’m sure bunny or someone has informed you of our hunting trip which was also a reward of sorts for greenfaggot and I. It was the most beautiful experience! My Husband, my Savior is at His most handsome in these woods. In His camouflage Bermuda shorts and wife beater and a touch of camouflage paint on His sexy legs and arms He stalks His prey silently crawling through underbrush with one of His huge knives between His pearly white teeth. He is an awesome sight, a faggot’s dream of masculinity. After dark He and Master Shane return with their kills. After dinner and sometimes a short *get My nut* interlude, they clean and dress the prey and discard any leftovers properly.

Then My Savior appears before Me dirty, scratches on His exposed flesh, a fairly deep puncture on His left arm that, when I try to ascertain its seriousness, I’m waved away by His massive, manly hand. He has dried blood spattered about His clothes and body. His hair blowing free in the wind He tore the flimsy shirt off and unzipped and unleashed His Manhood and released the Manimal! That is how the Gods refer to Their primal selves. My brother, I know I’ve attempted to share Savior’s previous amazing sexual prowess before-His initial taking of me, then the night of telling me I was going to marry Him; that night couldn’t be topped. Then our honeymoon was further proof I was the possession of the Son of God. Nothing could EVER equal the use My Husband gave me that night and He said the same about me.             

Then, the hunting trip occurred. I am simply out of descriptive words. I feel as if I have been used by GOD! ANY command my Savior gives, ANYTHING HE EVER even mildly desires I will immediately respond. This ManGod OWNS this silly faggot. I would die for Him gladly. I vow our Sons will grow knowing what a spectacular Father They have to love, respect, and emulate.                

Oh sam! If there is a more special experience beyond cunting my Savior IS that experience for a faggot. Some wonder if I am jealous of every female and faggot who encounter My Husband because all immediately worship and desire this God, my Savior. That would be as foolish as being jealous of the Sun. I cannot and would never fight My Savior’s path of destiny. I am over-blessed just being His favorite and being gifted with the position of faggotwife. I can’t even describe that 1st night after the Men came back carrying Their kill. I was used and inspired to worship in ways I’m still amazed by. I truly belong to the all-time GREATEST MASTER, OWNER, HUSBAND, GOD, AND LOVER. I am a barely significant cum dump but I am owned by Master and Savior Chad, the Son of God. Somehow, He finds me useful and worthy while I know I am unworthy to wash His socks. I love Him so and He really, actually loves a pitiful hole like me. Honest, growing up, the abuse I endured, I couldn’t, in my best fantasy, have EVER thought I could be this HAPPY, this FULFILLED! I am saved from being a total non-entity because Master Chad the Savior claimed and maimed me and announced I was to be His permanent “hole to cum in”. No faggot on earth could ever be happier than that fact makes me.

Thanks for listening brother. Our Sons need attention. Bye for now.

Such a blast of effervescent joy and wonder from serving a God Alpha like Master Chad, an overwhelming force of Nature if one ever existed. Master Chad wears ME out just through email! I can’t imagine being used by him all day, every day!

Actually, I lied. I imagine it all the time!

I really just had to publish this magnificent piece of art. If you haven’t experienced this kind of joy and gratitude and humility while being owned by an Alpha, you need to do whatever you can to find it and make it happen! Nothing will ever be more important!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Bluefaggot. Greenfaggot. I’ve talked about these two important new additions to the ever-expanding hodge-podge family living in the massive guarded compound headed by Master Dino. While Master Dino and his faggot wife Jamie have been gone on their much-deserved three month vacation, Masters Chad and his younger Apex Alpha brother Master Dean (along with Master Shane) have taken over leading the family business, breeding the massive stable of faggots, and caring for three of the children sired by Master Chad.

Confused? Try being me and tracking it on a daily basis!

I don’t write about many of the goings-on at the compound because so much of it is controversial enough to cause seizures, but also because I love this crazy family enough to protect them. But every so often most extraordinary things happen with them that force me to discuss them here.

This is one such event, and it involves a new addition to the family they’re calling grayfaggot. I don’t know much about grayfaggot yet, other than it is a faggot who is a bit older and something of a flower child. Like some of the other stray cat faggots collected here, grayfaggot is broken and here to seek purpose and healing.

But, like many broken faggots, grayfaggot struggled to accept the kindness offered to it at the hands of its benevolent new Masters. So it tried to leave.

Here’s Master Chad’s account (and “Dino” here is Master Dean):

Just about sundown grayfaggot tried to bolt. I suspected something cause as happy as it is when My cock is in it, when it ain’t in service its still scared shitless of its own hunger. Now, I believe we’re over that hurdle. Me and pussyface were playing with the Boys when jimmy buzzed My room and said grayfaggot was packing. I went down to faggot quarters. I tried to be calming and diplomatic as I asked all the correct questions. She said she couldn’t live life as a faggot. I benevolently bit My tongue to keep from laughing and patted her head. I kept saying soothing things very suggestively all the while rubbing My crotch and making sure it saw My hard. Her eyes sparkled and she was almost slobbering and even softly moaned when I reminded her of the scent training she had daily. Finally I said, ” If you really feel ya gotta go then go but remember-ya go, ya ain’t ever coming back.” She looked at Me with big eyes, torn between the ghost of her recent past life and the thrill of being My cumhole. I told her to come with Me to the Playroom for a while and if she want to go after that then fine. Seeing terror in her eyes I swore I wouldn’t hurt her. I just wanted to make sure she really wanted to go back to her half-life of hiding. She followed Me there. Just to judge things, and for My own amusement, I scratched My sweaty nuts and held My fist up to her nose. Her eyes closed and she trembled as she inhaled like it was her last breath. That cinched for Me.

I quickly fastened a restraint around her neck only. I told her not to be scared I only wanted to do one more thing to be satisfied she really wanted to live without the benefit of her Savior’s blessings. I left her to use a faggot squawk box. I allowed the others to overhear My call to Dino. I told Him to join Me in the Playroom then told the other faggots they were gonna help their new brother decide if she really wanted to leave. My little faggot brother gasped and grabbed My arm. Staring at Me with shock she started to speak but I hushed her gently. Emboldened by fright and excitement greenfaggot knelt, kissed My hand and swore undying devotion. I pulled her forward and put her face in My crotch and said, “That’s My good girl. That’s why you’re My c.c.’s faggot-in-waiting, next in line to be My wife. Come with Me.” 

Dean joined us there. Grayfaggot’s eyes were filled with terror and faggot lust. I patted her head and she Instinctively nuzzled My crotch. I pulled back and said, “Now, just to be certain you want to give up the life you could have, a life of fulfillment, joy, and commitment to your Savior, Master Dean and I are going to show you all you’ll miss when ya crawl back to that silly, misspent life ya left behind when ya came here sniffing around for cock.” Me and Dino used every faggot in the house forcing grayfaggot to watch and listen. No more that a foot away from her she watched her brothers in the ecstacy of service. She was so close she could smell Our cum, the cum she LOVES. By dawn, she was begging not to leave, swearing she was Mine forever and absolutely screaming and begging to be forgiven and used in any way I desired. She even begged for physical torture if I’d only allow her to stay and be one of My cum dump.

Finally, We sent the faggots away and released her. Instantly she sprang for Me but I slapped her saying, ” Don’t be anxious. You don’t have permission for shit.” I told her I hoped she learned something and asked her what she could do to show Me she was sorry, what she could do to regain My trust.  She asked Us to please come with her to her room. When there she gathered every single personal belonging she’d brought, even photos, and gave them to Me keeping only her faggot uniforms that I provide faggots. We followed her outside to the burn barrel for trash and she threw everything in and lit it. As it caught fire and blazed she kissed My feet while crying and begging her Savior’s forgiveness and use. I looked at Dino and knew we both were thinking the same thing. We both began pissing on the faggot while it thanked Us and pleaded for use. It gulped at Our piss, desperately begging to used, fucked, and raped.  Without any answer I told it to get the fuck up and shower its nasty self. Inside We watched her shower and she stared and wondered why We watched. When she was dry I asked what she was going to do now to impress Us enough to CONSIDER allowing her to service Us. She broke down begging forgiveness and sobbing so heavily My stony countenance melted. I told her she was forgiven and she started kissing our feet, begging to be used. So from about 7am til now gray has been proving her devotion and has sworn to be the best faggot even born. LOL  Now I’m pretty sure she will be.

This is the 1st real problem I’ve had. I think I handled it fairly well. It sure got the solution I wanted. And it’s what grayfaggot really wanted too. I just had to show her how she needed Me. Life is good faggot. Now I’m gonna catch some winks and decide if this was enough punishment or if a little more is needed. I told the faggots not to write that I would handle everything. Maybe you won’t be swamped with letters. 

Got that? Make sense?

Hours later I received this follow-up from Master Chad to prove that the breaking of grayfaggot was a success.

I thought you’d be interested in this. When I woke My pussyface kissed Me like I like then told Me grayfaggot was outside the door and had been almost as long as I’d been sleeping. I told her to let her in. Before I could say shit she was asking permission to speak so I nodded. She said she hadn’t been able to rest, worrying her Savior couldn’t trust her, that she’d run away sometime. She’d come up with a plan to prove she was trustworthy as well as worthy. So intrigued I overlooked her brashness I asked her ‘plan’. Realizing her faux pas of suggesting I hadn’t really forgiven her as I said she started to cry and rambling to please forgive her, yada, yada, yada. I said it was ok. I know it’s a new world and she was still a baby faggot and to slow down and tell Me her ideas. 

She asked to be chained at the ankle in her room when not in use or doing chores so I was certain she would behave. She would do that from now on if I wanted. Tears of gratitude were in her eyes as she remembered this morning and thanked Me again for allowing her to stay. Then she held out her closed hand like she had something for Me. I held out My hand and she dropped cut up pieces of what had been her driver’s license and social security card. She looked Me in the eye and, “Savior I love You! I belong to You totally, forever! I swear. Please never throw Me away! Please,  I’m so sorry, so sorry.” and collapsed at My feet is tears.

Yeah, I believe that’s all good. Grayfaggot won’t be anymore trouble but I believe I will do as she asked and restrain her at night for a while. It will reassure her I want her, which is the real reason behind her plan–now she’s afraid I’ll ditch her. So I’ll comfort her and she doesn’t even realize what she’s done. You faggots, always so insecure.  LOL  

faggot I don’t know much about her past yet. I know she and her sister grew up in a crazy place in Mississippi. The parents were Pentacostal freaks, the kind that speak in tongues and pass goddamn snakes around begging fate to intervene. Stupid fucks! Faggot had to pretend to be a Man and protect her sister and at 15 or so bolted with her. The sister turned into the slut gray wanted to be and kinda deserted her while the sister fucked Me and half the state. [Don’t sweat faggot. Blood tests prove Jasper’s Mine”] That’s all I really know now but I got a feeling gray’s gonna be a LOT more open with her Savior from here on. LMAO  Goddamn,  I’m good! I think it’s time for My favorite–a liverwurst and horseradish sandwich on sourdough and a side of pickled beans. I’m fuckin starved! 

That nasty favorite meal aside, Master Chad clearly broke down grayfaggot in exactly the way it needed and transformed it in the most beautiful way imaginable. It’s a skill so few Alphas understand, and even if they manage to break a faggot, rebuilding it is far beyond their skill level.

But Master Chad and Master Dean have been trained by God Alpha Dino. They both understand it as naturally as they understand breathing.

Master Dean was definitely left in awe of his older brother through this. He sent me this endorsement after the dust settled on the experience:

This is just a bit of praise for My Brother. No need to answer. You are aware of the happenings of last evening/this morning. I must confess My Brother is certainly becoming the Man He is destined to become.  You should have seen how skillfully and deftly Chad took charge the situation. In less masterful hands it could have spiraled out of control. I could not have been more valiant Myself. Father will be so pleased. Chad doesn’t want to tell Him but I shall at the appropriate time.  Faggot I tell you without shame the entire tableau left Me energized, thrilled and very erect. I could not help but suck Chad’s cock and afterward pour My new found power upon My bunny who now sleeps, exhausted from our revels. I was almost too aggressively sexual for even bunny, who can gangbang with the best of faggots, and finally said, “Please Deener, I can’t take anymore.” Poor baby collapsed gasping and holding on for dear life so I ejaculated into her for the 4th (?) time and allowed her to sleep still lanced on My fully erect member. God! This power over so many beings is a heady, jubilant experience.  I am still unprepared to receive this blessing from Our God. I mighten ever be. We are GODS faggot! Were you present I should give you your wish of use beyond your dreams by your King. I cannot contain Myself. I must forage for a house faggot and continue this blessed release. My cock has no conscience, only a need to puncture and fill. Good evening faggot. Your King must conquer. 

I guess what I really want to emphasize here is that, when an Alpha (or two) break and rebuild a faggot, they save it … but they also become much more themselves. As Master Dean exclaimed, he and Master Chad are GODS because they can break and rebuild a faggot into something beautiful.

Such is the inheritance of our greatest Alphas!

This is a story about the ways an Alpha can rescue and transform the life of a faggot.

I recently wrote about greenfaggot, the faggot rescued and now owned by Master Shane, one of the many Apex Alphas living in the sprawling compound of Master Dino. In that article, I mentioned that there was also a faggot they called “bluefaggot”, but until now I never knew much about it.

But something happened the other day that opened up this heartbreaking and yet uplifting story.

Jamie was up early in the morning with Master (“Daddy”) Dino. There has been extensive roof repair work being done at the compound, and the two hunky roofers had been there for two weeks. I’ll let Jamie tell what happened when it came time to pay the roofers:

I woke at 6 to make breakfast. Daddy wanted to be gone by 8 so I gave Him His morning blowjob under the table as He ate. Afterwards He allowed me to play ‘scent-training’ and just enjoy His smell until He finished. Before leaving He told me of 2 checks He left on the island. I was to distribute them – one to the Men repairing Shane’s roof and one to the landscaping guys. The landscapers came to finish a week long job and were finished around 9. I casually asked bluefaggot to hand me their check. It looked at the checks and grabbed both. I jokingly said I just needed Paul’s (the hunky landscaper’s) check. It looked at me, burst into tears, and ran to its little room.             

Ever since bluefaggot arrived it has been an excellent faggot. During use the Men say bluefaggot is amazing and it always seems happy. But other than a warmness toward me when not in use, it always seems distant, almost afraid of something.  I’ve learned many faggots appear this way until they are comfortable and settled in a new home. After a few days the ‘newbies’ see that here use is not ‘abuse’ as it is in many situations but bluey never relaxed. It is present in family functions but rarely speaks and only ‘comes to life’ after being chosen for service.

I followed bluey to its room downstairs. It sat on its little bed weeping. You know how tender-hearted I am so I was crying as I sat beside it and asked what was wrong. Did it used to be rich and the check amount dredged up memories? Was it in love with Paul the landscaper? Did I embarrass it somehow? I explained it was one of my babies and it was killing me that I could never seem to reach it. It looked at me with red, soulful eyes and said it loved me more than it ever loved anyone. For the first time ever it felt part of a family. It apologized for being withdrawn and said it was ashamed and embarrassed. I held it and after allowing it some time to collect itself I asked what could possibly embarrass it here. The Men praised its service, the babies love it, mommy loves it, what is the problem? The answer floored me. 

“I can’t read, mommy. I’m stupid and I can’t read or write. I can sign my name. That’s it! I can’t even sign ‘bluefaggot’ because I can’t read! The checks, I couldn’t tell which was which. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have misbehaved. I’m just so ashamed!” It dissolved into tears again and I just let it cry while I held it.

It turns out bluefaggot was raised in a foster home in Alabama, of all god-forsaken places. It grew up being fucked by two different Men, which it  admits it enjoyed but it received no education whatsoever. At 18 the money stopped being paid to its foster parents and it was kicked out. It traveled, searching for a decent home, was raped several times and beaten even more until its hero Shane found it outside a laundromat.  I did not know it was in love with Shane. It kept its feelings hidden from everyone and served all with equal veracity. It was so grateful to be brought here. It never asked to stay but that particular day it and 2 others had performed excellently and Chaddie had said to them all they could stay and be part of His stable. One left, bluey and the one who became redfaggot stayed. Redfaggot is the one Chad had to dismiss because it insisted on being beaten during use and if you want to survive intact you do not encourage the Gods to beat you bloody. In the moment it is easy for faggots to encourage our Gods because when the Men are using us and we beg for more aggression and roughness we appeal to the primal force inside them and they will respond. I warn all faggots who belong here to be careful what you request because if the Men like you they will give you almost anything you beg for during use. I’m sure you know J.B., the head of security, ended up claiming redfaggot and the stories abound about their life! At least both seem happier.

Anyway, bluey and I are closer than ever before and with Daddy’s and Chad’s permission, I will teach bluey so it is finally comfortable and relaxed. I’ll wager that when it is its service will be even more remarkable. I also encouraged it to tell Shane of its special devotion to Him. Shane needs to be loved and worshiped by as many faggots as possible. little d won’t be jealous because it also knows its Master’s needs. Shane and little d had rough childhoods as well so I’m positive the three of them could really have something special. I love all My babies. I want them to be fulfilled and happy. Hopefully this is a beginning of great things. I sent bluey to Shane to profess its love an hour ago. It hasn’t returned.  I think mommy just made two or three of her babies happy campers. Now I must inform our Savior Chad of the happenings and maybe mommy can slut her way to more Alpha cum from her ‘co-owner’. Hehehe 

I could’ve cried reading this very sad story. There are a lot of broken, discarded faggots in the world just like bluefaggot. But that part about bluefaggot being denied the ability to read and write – that is, in my mind, tantamount to child abuse. When you prevent a child from learning these basic things, you strip it of any chance to dream or achieve anything. You are essentially trashing a child’s entire life.

Like many people who can’t read or write, bluefaggot learned how to hide its disability from the family. Nobody had a clue about the truth until the moment Jamie accidentally called bluefaggot’s innocent mistake. And thank goodness Jamie did that, because now the family is resolved to rally around bluefaggot and teach it!

Now, Master Chad had taken ownership of bluefaggot when it came into the house for some reason (since Master Shane was the one who rescued it). But Master Chad decided to do something special for his dear Alpha brother that will likely change everything.

Here is Master Shane:

Mommy told me you know bluey’s story so I won’t go into it. She sent it here and the explosion of My power should’ve measured on the Richter Scale or some shit. Haha, I own another faggot! I just spoke with My Brother Chad and He gave Me bluey for an early birthday present. Mommy had explained her talk with bluey and I told Him she had ìt bad for Me and then all that had happened this afternoon.  He agreed I should own her–with the provision she be taught to read and write. I said I had already begun that and We shook on it and I hugged My wise Brother.          

See sam, when bluey came to Me with her story she was so frightened I gave her Valium and held her til she stopped shaking. She told Me a lot of her past, impossible to get it all at once, and told Me something close to what I once heard mommy tell Dad. She said she, and all faggots I guess, have a kind of mental picture of the emotions and physical attributes they want in a Master. I am the picture bluey always carried in her head. I always thought she was an excellent hole who outshone most faggots. It turns out she never gave her ALL to anyone but Me. She’s something special and actually enhanced Mine and little d’s thing.

See d was so badly mistreated it has been the most clingy, worshipful faggot I’ve ever seen. I really love that. I cannot receive too much worship. I THRIVE on it sam. You’d think d would be jealous but these 2 fags joined in a worship of Me that can only be described as joyous! d is more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her and is delighted to have another faggot who’s in love with and appreciates Me. At one and the same time they seem to romp through an Alpha/faggot playground but are deadly serious in their bringing Me pleasure. You know one reason d fell for Me? My Brothers cum loads were similar to the Men who abused it growing up. My load, about 2 shot glasses less than Chad’s-yeah, We measured-didnt bring back old memories that scared it. Then it just fell in love.          

I’m floating like I just slammed horse, faggot. This must be how God the Father and My Brother the Savior feel every day. Fuck I’m pumped!          

But, coming back around to it, these 2 cute cum dumps I own not only keep Me drained but make shit FUN! Hell, I nut all the time but laugh? I haven’t had so much fun in years and never with a faggot. After a short private talk with d (she’s been VERY loyal and faithful and has shown Me My power many times) to ascertain her opinion, I happily told bluey that she was Mine for life. I’d never sell or dismiss her. I know she’s going to make an excellent faggot for Me.          

Now I have 2 very devoted faggots, one hanging on each leg, anxiously awaiting orders while I read or watch television. Tomorrow after breakfast bluey begins “school” with mommy. 

I’m so happy that Master Shane will be taking ownership of bluefaggot! Of the Alpha gods in that compound, Master Shane is the most aggressive pussyhound. He has always been going out every night and bringing home multiple females to fuck. I’ve never been blessed to see a picture of Master Shane, but Jamie says he’s a very hot young stud. His prolific ability to pull tail seems to indicate that!

However, now that Master Shane has started to own and use faggots in addition to all of the females, there seems to be a change happening in him. You can hear it in his words above. There is a type of pride and satisfying power present that is only coming from faggot ownership.

And the story of bluefaggot, combined with bluey’s obsessive lust for Master Shane, has certainly invigorated Master Shane and lifted him to heights he’s never imagined possible. Bluefaggot may not (yet) be able to read or write, but it knows how to worship great Apex Alphas and make them feel like Kings.

And those Kings will, in turn, protect and care for bluefaggot and give it a new life.