This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
During my update on Master Anthony’s current situation and how he spent his 23rd birthday with his faggot Fabien, Master Anthony tossed off a hint about how he was in the process pf enslaving a teacher in one of his college classes.
Now, to Master Anthony such an occurrence is no big deal. It’s literally what happens with him every day of his blessed life. This teacher is only a few years older than Master Anthony, but Master Anthony’s God Alpha power doesn’t recognize age or position. It only knows conquering and dominance and glory.
Here is Master Anthony’s latest conquest:
OK I’m going to tell you my story with that teaching assistant, cause it’s becoming really good 😉 The guy is named Daniel, he’s a new teacher in his late twenties who recently got his PhD and whom I see every Monday in a small advanced class.
To make everything clear, I should point out that in France (I don’t know how it is elsewhere), students address the teaching assistants formally, calling them Sir, while they call us by our first names, and both sides use the formal “vouvoiement” form of address (rather than the informal “tutoiement“).
From the beginning of the year with Daniel, we developed a special relationship because I am his best student (obviously) and he soon had a soft spot for me. He often praises me in front of everyone in class, speaks kindly to me and such. Often in class, I take off my shoes to be comfortable just wearing socks, or put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me. Daniel never said anything to me, and I even noticed him sometimes glancing interestedly at me and my feet.
One day, when he asked us to hand in an assignment by the following week, I interrupted him to say, “I’ll hand it in the week after that, it’s more convenient for me.” He smiled and replied, “Okay, fine, as a special exception, because it’s you!” When I gave him my homework two weeks later, he repeated, “I made an exception for you this once, okay?” I beamed and said “Yeah, cause I’m exceptional!” “Sure thing!” he friendly answered.
In December, as the holidays approached, I went to see him alone at the end of class. I said, “Well done on your classes, Daniel, you’re a very good teacher, we learn a lot with you.” I could see that he was a little surprised that I used his first name, but he didn’t mention it. He was obviously delighted by my praise. “Thank you, Anthony! It’s easier with a brilliant student like you!” I told him that I would like to explore a particular topic in more depth, that I wanted to send him an additional essay for him to evaluate and help me improve, and of course he agreed. The following week, at the beginning of class, I said to him “I will email you my essay today. I want your feedback before the weekend, without fail!” He chuckled and nodded. He emailed back the very next day: “Here it is as requested. No fail! ;)”
When classes resumed in January, I went to see him at the end of class to ask him if he wanted to go for a drink. But this time, not only did I call him by his first name, I also used the informal tutoiement. After a second of surprise, he replied, “If you want, with pleasure!”, using tutoiement to me too. So I said to him, kindly but firmly, “I didn’t give you permission to say “tu” to me.” Then, with an uneasy chuckle, he jokingly said “Well, sorry, Sir“. So we had a drink in a bar not far from the university, and this time we were both using our first names… but I was using the informal “tu” form with him, and he was using the formal “vous” form with me! I was already relishing this reversal of power. I praised him genuinely, as I praise my underlings when they do a good job and satisfy me. “You’re a very good teacher. You’re going to help me to succeed.” “I’m very glad of it! That’s my purpose. To help a promising young man like you.” He spontaneously paid for my drink.
The following week, in class, while he was going over instructions that I already knew, I was talking to my classmate next to me. Daniel called out to me, “Hey, keep quiet in class, boys!” I stopped talking, but I glared at him throughout the rest of the class, and I could see that he was uncomfortable. At the end of class, I took my time leaving, and when we were alone, he came over to me. He said “Hey Anthony, sorry about…” I interrupted him. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again. Understood?” I could see he was startled and uneasy, but he did not protest, he quietly nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. “No hard feeling. See you next time.” The week after, I talked over him in class several times, and he didn’t say anything. I asked him out for a drink after class again. He was clearly delighted and relieved to be back in my good graces. And once again, he paid for my drink.
The latest twist: yesterday, after class, we walked together for a bit. I discreetly managed to undo my boot laces by stepping on them. As we were about to ways, I said to him “Hey, my bootlaces are undone! Tie them back up.” He was very confused. “What?” “You heard me perfectly well.” I said coolly. He stared at me for a moment, while I stood motionless and stern, then he looked around, slowly knelt down, and re-tied my bootlaces. He stood up and didn’t dare look me in the eye again! I said to him, “Good boy. See you next Monday!”
Here’s the situation right now! 😀 I must say, that’s even funnier that dominating my classmates and other boys my age. I feel like a cat playing with his prey! I really look forward to see Daniel next week!
Can you see how brilliantly Master Anthony captured Daniel? He started with testing Daniel with his feet, and then ramping up the tease with increasingly more brazen power plays until Daniel is likely too confused to even respond.
This is how it happens when a God Alpha recognizes a faggot-in-hiding that he wants to use in some way. He flushes the faggot out of its hiding place and then hunts it down! This is pure animal instinct.
I followed up by asking Master Anthony if he knew Daniel was a faggot from the beginning, and if he planned to fuck and breed Daniel eventually. He answered this way:
I didn’t immediately identify him as a faggot, but his quick and obvious admiration for me and his willingness to bend over backwards for my convenience quickly aroused my dominant instinct 😀 I wanted to test him out, and each time, I felt the impulse to go a little further. I’m absolutely enjoying the play, it reminds me of how Fabien slowly realized he belonged at my feet! LOL I intend of course to go as far as I can and I definitely will cum into Daniel at the end!
That is what we faggots are to Alphas like Master Anthony: playthings.
But playthings in the hands of a developing God Alpha like Master Anthony are safe … and cherished.
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!
In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.
But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.
That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.
He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!
I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!
Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:
As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)
So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.
I wish I knew that before.
I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.
You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.
I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got.
I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face!
I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.
I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)
He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL
Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start.
I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?
I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.
I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum.
I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too.
And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.
Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.
It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along.
Absolutely astounding!
I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!
Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!
But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.
No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!
There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.
His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!
Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!
Over my ten years teaching Hierarchy online, I’ve seen evidence of a dramatic shift (particularly in the Western world) in the acceptance of hierarchical truths. Men now appreciate aspects of masculinity that were formerly never considered. The rise of social media has disseminated these formerly “secret” and unstated power dynamics that Men have always understood on a deeper level and turned them into more acceptable “jokes” that help Men accept the existence of them. Thanks to the proliferation of such material, today’s younger generations of Men now understand the power of feet, pheromone scenting, or armpit worship, just to name a few.
I’m proud to say that sites like this one have been unstoppable engines of hierarchical truth, relentlessly pushing it into the mainstream. I remember stating that as one of the goals of this site back in 2015! And it seems to be coming true!
One of the more dramatic ways mainstream audiences have come to understand hierarchy is through online financial domination (findom). Even though I have never been a huge fan of findom as a practice, I recognized early on that it was an addictive vehicle that perfectly illustrated very real hierarchical truths. It was only inevitable that more and more straight Alphas would become ensnared by the ridiculously-easy money, and through that they would discover the joys of faggots ownership in a larger context. It’s hard to quantify the power of that simple lure, which is inadvertently spreading the truth of hierarchy across the globe.
This truth has been appearing more and more in mainstream media, like this interview with a young cashmaster:
And now it’s even being researched by scientists!
A sharp-eyed brother named Finn alerted me to this research paper from January 2025 that looked into online findom and the roles of Alphas and faggots in that scene. It focuses primarily on straight cashmasters, both the true sexuality of these ones as well as the nature of their acts within the scene.
The researcher used X as the primary platform to study these straight cashmasters. After a lot of game-playing (straight cashmasters play around almost as much as faggots!), she narrowed it down to six subjects who were interviewed via Skype:
The responses of these six straight cashmasters are interesting, and typical of what we hear all the time in the space:
Today, my feet make money for me, and, actually not in a bad way at all. Would I stop doing this if I had enough money? I don’t know. (Participant 4)
I would not stop even if I had enough money. Because the enjoyment doesn’t only come from money. It is the domination part, from the feeling of being superior. (Participant 5)
If I would get to a certain figure, I would potentially consider slowing things, however, that would not necessarily mean that I would stop or do anything different. (Participant 6)
Given those responses, the researcher comes to an unusual conclusion, namely, that these straight cashmasters are essentially queering their straightness. He writes:
As shown above, the identity of a cash master is not solely about financial domination but also involves negotiating the complexities of desire, gender, and sexual identity. I argue that while cash masters may identify as straight, they may be unaware of how these negotiations can expand their understanding of gender and sexuality, including attractions and behaviors they previously considered beyond straight orientation. By engaging in cash master dynamics on social media, they inadvertently expose not only the performative nature of their role but also the broader performativity of their gender and sexual identity, revealing the fluidity of both and the queer potential within straightness.
These platforms transform the straight cash master’s unconscious queer desires or fantasies into activities (Johanssen, 2023). While financial domination serves as a convenient facade, social media allows cash masters to deviate from the straight line without losing “the illusion that this straight line exists” (Huysamen, 2018, p. 527). Thus, social media becomes both a catalyst and a conduit for queering their “straightness” in unexpected ways: It not only facilitates the exploration of such desires but also allows them to experiment with queer aspects of their identity in ways that traditional, offline environments may not support.
I’ve been in communication with this researcher to discuss this a bit further (they are agreeable to coming onto the podcast for an interview!), and we fundamentally disagree with this conclusion. The researcher looks at the data from a straight person’s perspective and concludes that any straight cashmaster isn’t really straight if they actually engage with the male slaves they own online, or that the entire enterprise is purely performative. Of course, this researcher is at a disadvantage, because Men lie all the time about their true feelings and intentions.
However, unlike this researcher, my site has ten years of in-depth, detailed experiences from straight Men of all types who are discovering a real truth not captured by clinical research or theories: straight Men want worship and service, and those wants transcend labels of “straight” or “gay”. The POWER of this dynamic between Alphas and faggots is itself intoxicating. My site has captured the reality of that in a way no clinical observation ever has.
I also disagree with this researcher’s vaguely-worded conclusion that a cashmaster is almost a separate type of sexuality, not entirely straight, but not gay either.
In this respect, I argue that the straight cash master’s intentional and insistent choice of boys and same-sex slaves as can be seen in the Figures 14, 15, and 16 is not only because these individuals are placed at specific locations and are more available, but it is also due to the straight cash master’s tendency towards them more than opposite-sex slaves, which contradicts his claim to be straight.
This sort of rigid classification of “proper” straight Male behavior flies in the face of historical fact. Countless societies featured submissive gay males and eunuchs serving straight Men both domestically and sexually. Straight gladiators were serviced in pre-dawn rituals by sub males before gladiatorial contests in Rome. There are simply too many precedents to ignore.
Again and again sites like this one have borne out this fundamental truth of Male sexuality: POWER governs Male sexuality even more than gender, especially in Alpha sexuality.
Which is why we see the phenomenon of straight cashmasters enjoying their faggot slaves. It has nothing to do with straight cashmasters being secretly gay. It simply proves that more dominant Men love the power that comes from faggot worship and their monetary tributes (which is also an aphrodisiacal power trip).
I think researchers will always miss the fundamentals of this dynamic until they acknowledge the existence of hierarchy itself. All humans are governed by it, even at a subconscious level. There is simply no way to graph its effects because it requires honest researchers and honest subjects.
The truth is, as always, in living testimonials. The true stories of straight Alphas catalogued here on this site over the last ten years tell a collective story more compelling than any research paper ever could.
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been quite a while since I last heard from my brother Ethan, current owned faggot of a black God Alpha named King Karter (last update November 3, 2025). To catch up, Ethan is now one of three owned, “in-house” faggots of King Karter (and renamed #5). King Karter has been training Ethan to handle not only his giant dick, but also the dicks of his Alpha pack.
Part of the reason why King Karter loves owning white faggots is because his Alpha pack and other black friends love breeding white boys best. It’s all part of the BNWO mentality (although I don’t think King Karter is officially a part of that movement), subjugating one white faggot at a time as black Alphas assert their supremacy.
King Karter made it clear that Ethan was being groomed to become one of the fags he would whore out (literally for payments) to his friends and associates. I haven’t officially covered many of these kinds of scenarios before (I’ve talked to some), so what Ethan has to say about it is important.
And so over the last few months since I last heard from Ethan, he’s been whored out four times. Here’s what he had to say about it:
Happy New Year, Sam! I was going to email last week after you sent me this, but I have been very busy!
I am really sorry I haven’t emailed you back in a while. I was going ot email you after my first “date,” but I forgot, and then I got very busy with my classes last semester, my bar job, service to King Karter, the gym, and now dates. Since I last wrote to you, I have been on 4 dates. I will tell you a little bit about each of them.
On the first date, I was very nervous. King told me not to be nervous but to remember I represent him and his Kingdom. The first one was back in November. He gave me an address and told me to go there on Friday afternoon, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday. I left on Saturday night and Monday evening for work. It was Veterans Day weekend, so I didn’t have classes. King Karter didn’t tell me who my first date was with, so I went in kind of blind. He told me he won’t tell me most of the time, so I’d better get used to not knowing. I went up to an apartment, and King R opened the door. If you remember, King R is like best friends with King Karter from when they were kids. I was very relieved to see him and King L, there since I knew them. I walked in, and as soon as King R closed the door, I got on my knees and kissed his feet, thanking him for letting me into his house and letting me serve him and King L. He had me strip and first clean his apartment, even though it was already very clean to begin with. I think they just liked watching me work naked, at first I was a bit self-conscious with them just watching me, but after a while, when I saw their big dicks getting bigger and harder as I worked, I liked working around the apartment naked. I would bend over and show my ass to them a bit, almost like teasing them ; ) . Finally, he took me into his bedroom with King L. They had me do some dances for them, and then they got me on my knees, and I sucked them both off, going back and forth. We spent all Friday evening and night, me sucking and getting fucked by them. I offered to make them dinner, but King R wanted to have Pizza delivered. When the Door Dash guy came, King R had me go and get the pizza naked with my cadge on. I was freaking out when he gave me that order, I was scared the guy would like call the cops or something. To subdue me down, King L loaded me up with a ton, a ton of wed and poppers, so I would be ok with doing it. I could barely stand and walk straight, but I did it. The man (whom I was so relieved was not a female) was staring at me wide-eyed and didn’t say anything at first. I took the Pizzas and told him thank you, sir. and quickly closed the door. While King R and King L sat on the couch eating their pizza, I sat on the floor eating it out of a dog dish with my hands behind my back. After that, they had me suck them, and they fucked me both in the living room. and then back in the bedroom. I slept on the floor of their bedroom all of the nights. I woke up early Saturday and didn’t really sleep well that night. I was thinking they would need me for something at night, so I was awake for most of it. In the morning, I went to make some breakfast for them before they got up. They didn’t really say to, but I did it anyway. I made some eggs, some turkey bacon, bagels and some fruit which they had in the fridge. Both were very impressed. I made it all before they woke up. I was happy they were pleased since they never asked me to do it. I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing in just assuming to make it. So it was basically like that for most of the days, a combination of me doing some tasks like laundry, cooking, and cleaning, and sex for all 4 days. The only time I left was when I had to go to work at the bar. King told them the hours I would be gone. I had to drive straight there and straight back with no detours, because I was new to the job and could not get the days off since it was a holiday week. It was very busy in the bar. They did want to DP me and did 4 times. They said they were looking forward to it. I know King R wanted to do it from the first time he saw me. The first time, Friday night, I could take it with a lot of poppers and weed, a bit longer than I did at the party. And by the 4th time that weekend, they could stay in as long as they wanted. I was so open by then, my pussy was like taking two at the same time, like just one cock. They told King Karter before I got back to his place, and he said he was proud I kept at it, and kept taking it even though it didn’t feel great at first. I was relieved my first date was with those Kings. I know it helped a lot to ease my anxiety.
On the other dates, on the 2nd was I went to a house, which was for a black King. It was for that same black King who kept commenting on my PWA at the party, on how “King would make a lot of money on it.” This one was a bit harder because I didn’t really know him. He had me wear long white and black socks that went almost up to my knees, and my cadge and a backwards ball cap, on the socks, one said “White”, the other sock said “Bitch” up the legs, and the hat said “FAG” in big black letters. in the front and the back. and a cut off shirt, it was cut off just above my nipples, and on that it said “White Faggot” that was white with black letters. He sat naked, stroking his huge black dick, I mean it was probably about 8- 9 inchs and pretty thick, almost like a beer can thick. I was on my knees, had to huff poppers and kiss his balls, looking up to him under his balls and thick dick, and he had me repeat a few mantras. like “I am faggot”, “I need black cock to survive,” “I am an inferior to black Kings,” a few others, he had me worship and sniff his balls and crotch as I kept saying things like that. He spat in my face and slapped my face with his hand and with his cock. It was pretty thick and heavy. I kept thanking him for letting me serve him. It was an honour to be at his dick. He face fucked my mouth for a while, and then he had me lie on the floor while he walked all over me, and stood on my face with his huge feet. He had huge feet with long, thin toes. He liked to walk on me like a doormat, wiping his feet on my body and face. King Karter later told me he was really big into feet worship. He stood on my face and batted it around like a ball, while I lay flat on my back looking up at him. He made me suck his toes and fucked my mouth with his big toe mostly and with the rest of his foot for some time. I lay on the floor while he sat on his chair, my face under his feet. He had me give him a pedicure as I do with King Karter, but he wanted me to do more massaging with my hands and my tongue on the soles of his feet. He also loved it when he had me eat his toenails (that still really grosses me out). He fed them to me, and I had to thank him for every nail, thanking him for the great opportunity it was to eat them. Unlike King Karter, that watchs us just eat them on our own. I know I didn’t like the foot thing at first, and I still don’t think I love it like most Faggots, like you Sam, (I know you like you some good Feet) But I think I am liking them more, I do like the degrading part, the part that I am under them, and below them, like when he was walking on my body and face, and using me to whipe his feet off that part I’m liking more, then the actual part of the man’s body. (Still don’t like eating the toenails though) He was so hard, he then fucked my face hard, slapping it on my face, gagging me a lot, and slapping his hand on my face too. He shot a huge, thick load and painted my face and made me lick it up, scoping it all back in my mouth. After that, he had me get between his thighs and had me tell him that I was so thirsty, I had to beg him to take a leak in my mouth, to be his urinal. So he took me to the bathroom. I sat in the tub, and he soaked me with his (Endless) stream of piss. I mean, he must have been saving it up all day. He was like the Niagara Falls, just kept coming and coming. I drank a lot of it, and he “washed me” in the rest. After he was finally done, he slapped my face a bunch of times, telling me I’m a piece of shit, I made a mess, and now I had to clean it up. He had me take off the piss-wet shirt, hat, and socks and suck all the piss I could out of them, put the socks and hat back on, and took me to the bedroom to fuck me for hours. He came like 3 more times. one more in my mouth and face, and two in my fag pussy. I wore the piss-stained socks and hat the whole time I was there. He pissed on me two more times, but it was not as much as the first one. The next day, he had me wear all of it and the shirt back to King Karter’s house, and King Karter (after the debrief) had me wear the socks all day, even when I went to a class. I don’t think people noticed it smelled of piss, but I tried to avoid most people, like sitting in the back of the room. I am just glad he didn’t have me wear the hat and shirt, too. After each date, I go back to King Karter’s place and give him a debriefing on how it went, what I did to serve the Kings, and how I was feeling about it all. Most of the time, this turns him on, and he makes me suck him off, or he fucks me after or while I’m telling him.
Oh, I did forget to tell you I did move into the 1 bedroom Apartment with #3. My parents are “kind of” Ok with it. My mom kind of thinks #3, and I are like a “thing”, because I told her I was gay, and it was a 1-bedroom. My dad doesn’t really know it’s a one-bedroom. But he won’t come down and see it anyway, so it’s not a big deal. We trade off, I get the bedroom on Mon, Wed, Sat. He gets it Tues, Thurs, Sunday, and we switch up on Fridays. Unless we have dates, we will switch days. Like I had a date two Sundays ago, and so I gave him my Saturday. It is working out pretty well; he is so used to sleeping on the floor or King Karters’ place, and on other dates, he is fine with the big, comfortable couch. I am still getting used to it.
The other 2 dates were in the apartment; those dates are pretty much just Suck and Fuck. Sometimes they will spend the night. #3 hadn’t had an apartment of his own without roommates before, so it was hard for them to come over; now they come over and stay the night a lot more often. He is getting a lot more dates than I am because my schedule is so wrecked right now. The third date was just me in the bedroom with this king, and #3 serviced another King in the living room; they did not come together. The 4th was supposed to be just me at first, but at the last minute asked King Karter to have both me and 3 at the same time since we were in the same apartment, and he used us both.
I will try to give you some more updates more regularly. Sorry, I had planned on emailing you in December over the break, but I was busy with my family going back and forth from Texas to California, where my mom is, to Indiana, where my dad is, and then back here to Texas.
Also, I wanted to ask you some advice on serving Black Alphas. I know you have a lot of experience serving them. How are they different than white alphas, and some pioneers or Ideas on how I can make my dates better, like things I can say or do? Since I have not really serviced White men a lot, other than on Grinder, and that was not really service, like I have been doing, those were just more like BJs. I have noticed Black Alphas are much, much more verbal, and they like to degrade faggots a lot more. Is that true? Is there anything else you would advise? Thanks, Sam!
Happy New Year!
Love,
Ethan, #5
Wow, that’s a huge and thrilling update! Those experiences pack a lot of unusual faggot service into just a couple of months!
I wasn’t really surprised that King R and King L were the first to take Ethan for a spin. From the previous updates it was clear that King R in particular loved using Ethan (with King Karter’s supervision) and would be back for more. I was quite surprised that they got Ethan for an entire weekend, and at first my heart kinda dropped because I know well the intensity of serving black Alphas. It can be exhausting for ONE day, let alone three! And on top of that, there were TWO BLACK ALPHAS at the same time! I’m surprised Ethan was able to remain conscious!
Also, huge props to Ethan for getting up (despite no sleep on the floor) and making both Kings a hearty breakfast! It sounds like they were quite impressed by this (which reflects well on King Karter), and is a move often overlooked by faggots!
The second black Alpha was really intriguing to me. He went really far with faggot humiliation techniques (like the clothing, and the repeated demands for verbal admissions) as well as rigorous physical use. The piss play was especially intense (more so than what is typical), and the foot worship was also next-level. I’ve eaten toenails before (it’s not something I’ve talked about much here), so Ethan’s experience brought that back to my mind. From a faggot perspective, I think it’s pretty hot (I only did it with one of my Masters), but it’s not something high on my list of interests. I was glad Ethan was made to do it, though. Honestly, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a black Alpha enjoying that much foot service/worship. In my experience, black Alphas have a weird love/hate relationship with their feet. However, they all know what their feet do to faggots.
I’m glad Ethan has a place with King Karter’s faggot #3. It’s important when being used this roughly to have a faggot serving beside you that can help you cope! I just wish they would get a bit bigger place!
Ethan asked for my advice on black Alphas. Yes, brother, black Alphas are much more aggressive and dominant. They simply fear nothing and are almost entirely composed of animal instinct. You can always count on a black Alpha to rearrange you or force you into the position he wants without asking, and they will always push you beyond what you think can handle. This comes with the territory of having huge dicks, I suppose. I’ve never been OWNED by a black Alpha (black Alphas in my part of the world don’t seem interested in having that much responsibility, unfortunately), but in serving so many I’ve learned that they switch things up instinctively, so a faggot always needs to be ready to shift gears on the fly. Black Alphas love to see faggots choke and slobber on their cocks; the messier, the better. And black Alphas love nasty buttfucking. They love seeing faggots creaming on their dicks (which is actually a bacterial coating from inside the faggot generated from being fucked so deeply). I’ve always used less eye contact while serving black Alphas (unless they order me to look at them) because, like any great predatorial animal you might encounter, the less you look them in the eyes the less they will want to attack.
I’m so proud of my brother Ethan for submitting so deeply to the commands of his Master, King Karter! He’s doing any amazing job! Many faggots would’ve probably run from such an overwhelming challenge, but Ethan stepped up in an incredible way!
This young Alpha reminds me of my sexy Master @DieselDerrickk!
You can see the effect of faggot worship on straight porn. Years ago there was no ass licking or armpit worshiping in straight porn. But all porn producers now realize that the worship of Alphas is most important!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
If I had to come up with a list of most exciting true stories of 2025, the revelation of teenaged Alpha Master Lucas and his insightful mother Queen Sophie might be near the top.
When I read Sophie’s initial letter about her son, it almost seemed unreal. Here was this mother who was simultaneously frightened and thrilled by the rising power of 15-year-old Master Lucas, a straight Alpha who already owned multiple faggot schoolmates. Her pride was tempered by fears of the unknown as he grew even more powerful.
I give women a lot of shit for being clueless and hierarchically incompetent, but Sophie is anything but that. She has a deep appreciation for Alphas, and she very much wants her son to become the most powerful Alpha on the planet if possible.
Sophie reminds me of the Queens of antiquity who would murder people who stood in the way of their son’s ascendancy. Would Queen Sophie do the same? Yes, I believe she would!
After a long break and several ignored emails, Sophie has returned with a most insightful update!
Dear servant Sam,
It’s been forever since I last replied to you. I must say that I haven’t much time. Over the last few months, Lucas and I have both been very busy with lots of family, work, and school matters. I thought I’d take a few minutes to update you on a few things.
This year, since September, Lucas has been attending weekly boarding high school: he spends the week there and comes home most weekends. As I’m also very busy on weekends, we don’t always see each other. But I can see that he has been working out and is becoming quite a handsome young man, even though he retains his youthful charm (and I will always see him as my little boy!). I often run into some of Lucas’s classmates who came to our house on weekends. I could easily see the different hierarchical circles: his close friends who are almost his equals (although he is clearly the leader), his more submissive followers, and his most devoted servants. His new best friend once whispered to me with a big smile, “Lucas is the undisputed king of the high school! The dorm practically belongs to him.” All of them are very respectful towards me, even the “tough guys” among them, which I am very pleased about.
Once, I came home on a Saturday evening to find my Lucas sitting on the sofa, chatting happily with two friends, while two servants were licking his feet, another was kneeling and holding out a tray to him, and another was massaging his back. I must say it was a fascinating sight! (And my mother’s heart leapt with pride!)
Even though we see each other much less often, our mother-son relationship is better than ever. On the rare occasions when we are alone, Lucas is very affectionate with me. We spent Christmas Eve just the two of us, and he hugged me tightly and whispered, “It’s great to be an alpha, but I know it’s sometimes hard for you to raise one. I love you, Mom, thank you for everything.” I assured him that I was immensely proud of him and that I wanted him to enjoy his superiority to the fullest.
It’s true that his first few months at boarding school weren’t without a few worries. I’ve already had some tense encounters with the administration after Lucas made love to three girls from the school, including one in her final year. But things have smoothed over, notably because the girls have all come out fervently in Lucas’s defense.
My good Sam, may I say a few personal words to you? Seeing my son’s growing power, even from afar, part of me can’t help but long to meet a real alpha male my age who would make me his. As an upper-level executive, I am pleased to be a powerful and independent woman; I enjoy having men under my command. I can see that they are beta males in the hierarchy and have no issue giving them orders. But there is a part of me that remembers (and my son by himself is a constant reminder) that real men do exist. Men of extraordinary human, physical, and moral qualities. I hope one day to meet a superior man who knows how to put me in my place, make me fully feel like a woman, and whom I can worship and love as he deserves. But whether that day comes or not, I am happy for the young women whom Lucas will honor with his virility! Watch out, girls, my son is coming to take what is his!
That’s all I have for you now, good Sam! I don’t know if I’ll have time to write to you soon, but I wish you a very happy New Year’s Eve and, in advance, all my best wishes for 2026!
Kind regards,
Sophie
Isn’t that a breathtaking letter?!?
It’s pretty clear that Master Lucas’s power has only increased since our last correspondence. Imagine being a 15/16-year-old male who can hang with his Alpha pack while being served and serviced by four faggots! Master Lucas puts Alphas twice his age to shame!
It’s pretty clear that Master Lucas is rapidly approaching God Alphahood. He seems to effortlessly command faggots, betas, and other Alphas. Even school administrators are bending to his will!
And now Master Lucas has started fucking pussy!
Prior to this I hadn’t asked anything about Master Lucas’s sexuality because I wanted him to develop naturally. But now he’s fucked (it wasn’t “making love” as Sophie described it … he FUCKED them) at least three girls (including an older girl!), so he’s begun to experience the real power all Alphas carry between their legs. He’s also going to need to learn how to handle female self-righteousness and general ignorance to hierarchy. I have no doubt that he’s more than powerful enough to submit them.
I LOVED what Master Lucas’s Alpha brother said to Sophie about Master Lucas being the King of their high school! That right there is practically an endorsement for God Alphahood!
I also love Master Lucas’s tender conversation with Sophie over Christmas. It was both his acknowledgement of his growing Alpha powers as well as her insightful encouragement of his abilities. That was probably the best gift Sophie received this holiday season!
Sophie’s final, wistful thoughts about wanting to find an Alpha of her own really touched me. She pulled back the iron door of her successful life as an executive to reveal the woman inside desperate to submit and serve. That took guts! Most women are too proud or too stupid to admit such a thing.
But Sophie has had training in hierarchy that other women haven’t. She’s witnessed the truth of it first-hand through the rise of her God Alpha son!
I thank Queen Sophie for such a deep and resonant update, as well as Master Lucas for allowing her to!
The following post is part of a thread documenting the service discoveries of Tim, a faggot in a long-term open-but-vanilla relationship who seeks part-time ownership from an Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
How many times have I recommended gyms and gym locker rooms to both Alphas and faggots over the years? I’ve served Alphas in gyms, and I’ve chronicled many Alphas and faggots who have found success there. Gyms are notoriously great places for Alpha/faggot connections because of the fact that working out floods Alphas with testosterone (and faggots with Alpha pheremones), and the pumps they receive get them feeling their own powerful sexual presence. It’s literally gasoline on red-hot coals.
Another great reason why gyms are such effective pick-up places is because of hierarchical energy. Alphas love to flex around other males is order to reinforce hierarchy, and they also love to show off their easy power. There are few flexes more dramatic than an Alpha claiming a faggot in the middle of a room full of Men! Trust me on this … I’ve been to PRISON, after all!
The latest evidence of the power of gyms to connect Alphas and faggots might be the greatest (and certainly hottest) story this site has ever featured. It’s an account from a faggot named Tim, a late-forties gay male in a long-term vanilla relationship in the northeastern corner of the United States. It’s the perfect example of a faggot being yielding to the hierarchical winds blowing him toward destiny, and then being unafraid to take action when that moment arrives.
My comments after. Buckle up, because this is one incredible story:
Hey Sam,
i had a pretty intense faggot experience today that i think moved me forward in my efforts to find an ongoing Sir. I’m in a smaller big city in the north east, masculine presenting faggot in my late 40’s. My gym is mostly straight in the business section of center city. Very rarely have i been able to serve Men in the steam room. Today i had the steam room all to myself, then hit the shower. As i was drying off at my locker with my tiny fag cock out, i caught eyes with a Man going in. He sat down near the glass door and was staring at me , nodding His head in a “get in here” gesture. So of course i did, sat next to Him with my towel undone and He pulled out his massive Man cock and I blew Him. He was pushing my face under his balls close to his furry asshole. He smell d amazing post workout. My tiny cock was leaking like crazy. He came in my mouth and gave me a good face slap and left.
i was pretty happy! This never happens! It was worth using my drying towel in the steam room and now only having 2 small hand towels to dry off with. i waited a minute or so and left the sauna.
As i was coming out a tall Man with dreads wrapped up and slightly spilling out watched me and i couldn’t help look him in the eyes and than it was hard to look away. We was taking his clothes off and i couldn’t tell if He was going to work out or wanted me to go back in the steam room. So i checked my phone at my locker and lingered and our eyes kept meeting. He was humming and had super cheery vibe. i was confused and cold so i started to make my way to the shower and He gave me look as i passed him that after a few more steps past Him, i honored my impulse to turn back, put my soap back in my locker and go the the steam room.
2 guys were in there sitting on the higher bench. The seating is an L shape, with the bottom of the L having 2 levels and the long part of the L just one level of seating. The 2 guys on the 2nd level with their feet on the 1st level of wooden bench, were spaced in a way that they took up the width of the upper bench. 1 guy was super hot, looked straight, late 50’s, on His phone with His pretty big cock hanging out of His towel. The other guy looked like a 40 something quiet, maybe gay, type of guy. I sat on the one leveled long part of the L so I was in profile to the 2 guys sitting on level 2. Then the Sir that was staring at me in the locker room walked in. towel in hand, not around His body. He gestured to the 2 guys on level 2 and they both moved to their corners and He sat between them. He was tall and he manspread and took up al His space. His cock was the perfect big cock size. i followed my impulse to open my towel so my tiny fag cock was visible to Him. He stretched His arms out and sighed, or more like mad an ahhh sound. Just owning the steam room.
Then He stretched His leg out and his foot was right in front of my face! I stared as it and followed it as he put it back down. Then he stretched his other leg so his other foot was right in front of my face. I followed it back. This repeated. i wanted to kiss them each time they were directly in front of my face. i tried to scope out the other 2 guys. The guy with his cock out and on his phone was so hard to read. I kept thinking – who brings their phone into a steam room?! – Probably not someone who wants a faggot to worship their cock. the other guy I felt like he would be jerking off to whatever i did to the Alpha. So i didn’t make a move. i took a few breaks and sat outside the steam room. i hoped the other guys would leave. They all stayed in there the entire time, never even taking a break.
After what felt like hours but was about 20 minutes, i went back in after my 4th or so break and after a few minutes the phone guy left. Alpha stretched out his foot right in front of my face and i kissed it. He put His big toe in my mouth. I sucked it. I licked the sole of His foot. He put it down and i followed it with my head and kissed the top of it. He lifted his other foot and I kissed it, put as much of it in my mouth as i could as He extended his leg fully, stretching it. The other guy slid closer to Sir and was stroking his now hard Alpha cock. I started massaging the free foot with my hands when using my mouth to worship the other. A few moments of pause when people walked by. One of the stops the other guy left. Finally alone with the Alpha, Sir. Ad then another time we paused because the phone guy came back. He took his towel off and sat on it with His big cock out! So i just went back to worshiping Alpha’s feet. One of the times we came back from another quick pause I slid over to the lower bench, between his legs and put His cock in my mouth. it was hard and big enough to be hard and hanging down into my mouth. my hands were massaging his foot. i was sure to get my mouth on his balls and get a good sniff under His balls. He put the foot that was in my hands in my mouth. i sucked on his foot as deep as i could. He moaned. I grabbed the other Sir’s foot and massaged it. He was stroking His cock. Alpha moaned again and I looked over at His cock and He was cumming! A nice slow ooze of a load all over His inner thigh. He put His cock in my mouth to take the rest of it and then i licked all the Alpha cum off His inner thigh. We had a quick stop pause as a guy walked by causing me to move back to my seat across from Him. He stood up and stretched His arms, holding his towel He had been sitting on. His cock was swinging and he sighed a very satisfied sigh and left.
I slid back over to be under the phone Man’s cock. He fed it to me and He gestured for me to sit up on the upper tier next to Him. I did and He grabbed the back if my head and guided it to His cock. I sucked it nice and slow until we had to pause again and He said “I don’t wanna get thrown outta here” and slapped His cock against my cheek and left.
Okay, you can breathe now!
First of all, I’m so proud of my brother Tim for stepping up when the moment called for action even though he wasn’t exactly sure what kind of reaction he might receive! He was successful because he trusted this hierarchical truth: being submissive and worshipful to Alphas will almost always result in a positive response because Alphas all love to be worshiped!
Buoyed by that truth, Tim was able to do remarkable things to serve multiple Alphas in a gym sauna!
Notice also that Tim paid attention to the Alphas in the locker room, noticing their signals and obeying them! A faggot MUST carefully watch the Alphas around them, being observant for clues that can lead to service opportunities. Tim did that, and he achieved success!
Notice also: Tim perfectly describes the actions of a verifiable God Alpha with the manspreading Alpha who directed the other two Alphas in the sauna. My hierarchical diagram continues to prove to be true!
Now Tim had a few questions. I want to make sure I answer them as well:
i couldn’t believe all the luck i had today. i wanted to share it with you and ask you the questions that were going through my mind as i rode home on the bus. i’m in an open gay ltr that’s vanilla and i’m very happy in it. i don’t want to be a live in or 24/7 faggot. i want to serve within my limitations. i know that sounds counter to what a faggot is. is there room for a faggot like me in this? i hope to find an Alpha that will need a fag on the side. i can’t do findom but am eager to serve in all the ways i can with limits pushed as well, just not changing the course of my life outside of being a faggot. i believe there is an alpha out there that will fit with me. Ive met a few over the years but none that lasted too long. What do you think, Sam?
My other question – am i on the right track with my behavior today? i hope to see one of the 2 Alphas i met today. Interestingly, the 2nd one (phone Alpha) seemed like an even better fit but not really sure. Hope i run into them both again at the gym. Any ideas as to how to approach them when i do?
i’m sub4MASTERplease on the Discord. Not sure if it’s ok to include that. Love to hear from anyone who has thoughts as well.
Thanks Sam,
faggot Tim
To answer Tim’s concerns:
Tim is a terrific example of perfect faggot behavior. Yes, he’s in a relationship, but even so he’s still seeking out Alphas to serve and then serving them! He asks if that’s okay to serve “part-time” and still be a faggot. The very fact that he’s asking such a thing is proof that he’s an amazing faggot. That’s the right mindset. I’m so proud of him for this!
As for his question about being on the right track, all I can say is YES YOU ARE, BROTHER! These Alphas have identified Tim as a very good, obedient, service-oriented faggot. They are coming back for more service, and I know Tim will be at the gym ready for anything!
Thank you, Tim, for sharing your incredible triumph and the wisdom it imparts! I can’t wait to connect to you on Discord!
Hi Sam! Super glad your back; i followed you for years, enjoying your posts and your dialogue of spreading the word of Alphas and faggots.
I have a question that challenges me that I hope you can answer,…I definitely believe that im a true faggot at heart, but im having trouble accepting it. I have this platonic male friend who actually deliberately engages in dominance against me. He likes to crush with me with his body (hes much bigger than me), using his body weight to essentially crush me. He enjoys forcefully humping me as a playful act, as sort of symbol of his dominance. In a way, he seems like hes trying to teach me “you’re a faggot, im the alpha”. I think its a unique opportunity to help embrace my true faggot self…but im still having trouble letting go and fully embracing my true faggot life. Any advice for me?
Thank you for the question! I love my longtime readers!
This is a huge moment in your life, brother. This “friend” is definitely trying to dominate you (even if it’s just subconsciously). You recognize what he’s doing (thanks to me, in part!), which is also to your advantage.
What’s holding you back is fear … fear of stepping over the line and never being able to go back. Fear that your life will no longer be yours. Fear of the possible shame you’ll feel for the rest of your life.
But let me tell you what’s worse: a lifetime of regret from NOT ACTING!
I hear it again and again from older faggots who look back wistfully on a life lived in shadows of unfulfillment. Back in their day they lacked information and a freer society. They were essentially trapped, paralyzed by fear.
You don’t need to end up that way, brother. You have an Alpha who is wanting you to submit to him. Your chance his right there, dry-humping you! It’s insane to let this pass you by!
I’ll tell you the truth: the behaviors of this Alpha that you describe are very similar to the way my first Alpha Roger acted toward me until the day he made me his cocksucker and changed my life for the better!
So stop worrying about things that haven’t happened yet. You need to live in the moment right now. You learn to swim by jumping in the water and letting instinct take over. Well, it’s your time to jump.
Kneel and kiss his feet and let Nature take over. Your time in now.
