To touch on what you said about foot worship I have been doing some massages and mixing some kisses in there while doing so! He hasn’t reacted badly to it so I’ll keep it up and see how he takes it. I’m glad to hear you definitely think he’s an alpha. I’m just hoping he embraces that role more. Us being together so long I think is his main reason for being slow at embracing this part of himself! As far as I go I’m full steam ahead haha I’m trying to real myself in and not bother him too much. That’s my fatal flaw impatience. As far as Chasity goes do you have any pointers for dealing with the denial? I went from jacking off whenever I felt like it to only servicing him with releases for myself at this discretion. Which I will say hasn’t been too often. While I’m okay with and want this. It’s definitely a learning curve. Any advice would help I’m new to all of this!
First of all, I’m glad to hear you’re focusing on foot worship. Trust in this process. I believe you will eventually be able to get him to see the truth and embrace it.
As far as chastity goes, a lot of it is mental. I stopped masturbating years before I went into chastity, and it was purely a mental control thing. I became so deeply ashamed of myself for masturbating like a Man does when I knew deep down that was wrong. So I was already primed for chastity and it proved to be no issue aside from the awkwardness of wearing it.
Here’s an idea: think about your boyfriend’s cock, the cock that you worship with your whole soul. Deny yourself in honor of that cock, and the Man to whom it belongs. Meditate on that daily. When motivated by deep, meaningful reasons, we can accomplish almost anything. Try it and see.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.
Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.
And sure enough, I was right again.
This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:
Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!
When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.
So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!
(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)
Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!
Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.
I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!
Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.
How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.
Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.
“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!
One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.
When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.
I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.
The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.
I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!
Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.
Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.
Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!
What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!
First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.
For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!
And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!
When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!
Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:
It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!
That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!
I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For an Alpha, a birthday is never a sign of getting older, only a sign of getting BETTER. As they age, their power increases, their confidence increases, and their Kingdom increases. Of course, that increase is directly tied to how much they embrace their Alphahood and their place in Hierarchy.
For Master Anthony, turning 22 years old today means he’s still just at the start of his reign. But how glorious he already is! Most significantly, in the last year Master Anthony has formally enslaved his first faggot, my dear Fabien. Why is it significant? Well, Master Anthony has broken out of the mold the world wants to put him in, one that constrains his power. He now understands that owning and using a faggot (a) doesn’t make him suddenly gay, and (b) makes him vastly more powerful than his Alpha peers.
That’s a lot of growth in one year, wouldn’t you say?
Needless to say, Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack intend to party it up for his 22nd birthday. But Master Anthony’s faggot Fabien has some other ideas …
Today is Anthony’s 22nd birthday! I know he plans to go for a festive birthday weekend with his bros tomorrow evening, but I wanted to mark the occasion today!
I bought him several gifts: black leather military boots, a rather expansive men’s fragrance and a luxury watch! I wrapped these presents in a single gift box and wrote him a note on a birthday card. Here is what I wrote, translated as well as I can:
Master Anthony,
You are arrogant, you are a show-off and you think you’re entitled to everything. And you know what? You’re completely right. Because you’re young, handsome, muscular, brilliant and you’re a natural leader. How can you have it all? That’s how it is. You’re just better.
Thank you for coming into my life and putting me in my place, that is, at your feet. Keeping you happy and satisfied is the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done. You knew you were entitled to my submission and you gave me no choice. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Here are some gifts for you. I fervently hope they please you. If not, please punish me hard, and I’ll do better. I wish you a very, very Happy Birthday!
Your grateful slave, Fabien
This morning, after I’d served him breakfast in bed and worshipped his cock, I went to discreetly take out my present to wait for him to take a shower. When he came out of his room, he was in his boxers. Like he often does, he stopped in front of the mirror, flexing and stretching, and ordered me to come massage his back. I once again put my hands on his toned shoulders and massaged his muscular back with my thumbs as I know he likes, making him close his eyes and moan in delight. While doing it, I was looking at him in the mirror, gawking at his abs, his pecs, his biceps, his face… Shaking my head, I murmured, almost unconsciously: “You’re just so gorgeous.” Opening his eyes and smiling smugly, he said “Yeah, I really am. Nice job!”. “Thank you for the honor”, I answered.
While he was in the shower, I put the gift box and birthday card in his room and prepared his clothes for the day. When he came out of the bathroom, I kissed his feet and said, “Maybe you’ll find a surprise in your room, Master.” “What are you up to, boy?” he said with a smile.
I waited in the living room with so much anxiety! I was hoping so hard that he would appreciate my card and my gifts! I was afraid I’d done something wrong, wondering if the word on the card was too “ bold ” and inappropriate… But when he came out, fully dressed, he was beaming, obviously delighted! “The gifts are great! Nice job, minion! And the birthday card was fun. Getting sentimental, huh? Kidding, that was cool!”
Looking down, he laughed and said “Admit it, you wanted new boots to lick, didn’t you? Come on and do your job, slave! Your tongue’s gonna meet these beauties a lot!”
I eagerly rushed over to lick his new boots for the first time. While I was on the second one, he felt like crushing my head against the floor. “How do you feel here under my boot, slave?” he laughed. “Where I belong, Sir! I’m in heaven!” I replied. “I’m sure you are!”
When I stood up, he said, “You haven’t done anything wrong for a long time, I don’t get many occasions to put your head under my boot!” I replied, “If you feel like doing it, you don’t need any justification to do what you want to do, Sir! You’re the boss!” “That’s right,” he said, patting my cheek.
Before leaving, he told me he was going to receive some of his bros here tonight for a first party, before their weekend. Looks like I’m going to serve the Alpha Pack again!
Dear brother Sam, I don’t want to over-interpret nor overstep beyond my place, but I do believe there’s a form of complicity between us. I know I am not his friend and will never be, for only his Alpha Bros are worthy of his friendship, but I feel like we share a special bond, even if that’s hard to explain. Do you think I’m delusional? Anyway, I’m so, so happy!
I’m really proud of my brother Fabien for how deeply he has submitted to Master Anthony! Straight Alphas can be more difficult to serve, because they tend to push harder on our limitations. Ultimately this is for our betterment, of course, but working through that is the tough part.
But Fabien is a natural. The boot test was interesting and a little surprising, but Fabien didn’t flinch and responded to it beautifully. You can hear the deep satisfaction in the words of Master Anthony. He clearly loves owning Fabien.
Right now I imagine Fabien is being used by Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack somewhere in France, and I hope it’s going well. I have no doubt I’ll be hearing a breathless update from my little French brother before long!
If the ownership of faggots is ever going to be accepted by an insecure, misinformed general population, it’s going to be due to young straight Alphas actually taking their faggots out in public and using them.
Only through demonstrations of such blatant power will there ever be a sea-change in understanding of Hierarchy as ultimate truth.
Leading the charge in this is an incredibly powerful young Alpha named @masterdiaz69 on X. The first six videos above feature Master Diaz using his faggots in public places.
And notice the reaction of people as they pass! The young Men are mesmerized by the sight of Master Diaz having his feet kissed or leading a fag around on a leash!
Intrinsically people know this is the way things are supposed to be.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Master Anthony is truly one of a kind, a burgeoning God Alpha who is expanding his power almost daily. I can only imagine how overwhelmed my faggot brother Fabien is these days. One minute he thought he had a new roommate, and the next minute he finds himself enslaved to a truly irresistible young powerhouse.
I had some questions about Master Anthony’s sexuality. This means nothing to me, but it seems to mean everything to the insecure, close-minded straight Alphas who follow me and loudly proclaim that an Alpha who uses a faggot sexually cannot be straight. This is pure horseshit. Every sexual therapist knows of the countless studies of male sexuality that disprove such a narrow view of it. But whatever.
So Fabien bravely asked Master Anthony some questions about his sexuality:
To answer some points: I can confirm that Anthony is straight, because in the last few months we’ve lived together, he’s brought girls home a few times (never the same one, though!). And judging by what I could hear from my room at night, he’s as good a lover as one can imagine. 😉 I wouldn’t be surprised if he displays his dominance over me in front of some new girls one of these days. This morning, I asked him if he already had dominated someone that way before, and he said “I have already had boot-lickers, sure. But never yet a cocksucker as well!” He’s obviously used to people submitting to him in many ways, but I think I’m the first with whom he can take it this far, and the first to be a proper slave.
Just as I suspected! It’s clear that Master Anthony’s previously-limited experiences with faggots got his juices flowing for a more formal faggot slave, and he’s targeted Fabien as his first official property.
To make that acquisition even more official, Master Anthony laid down some firm rules for his new slave Fabien.
Anthony was staying at home all morning today, and just before noon, he beckoned me to come and see him. I knelt before him, and bowed my head to the ground at his feet before straightening up. “Nice one” he said. “I’ve decided it’s time to set some rules”. I’m trying to remember and to transcribe his words and my answers as faithfully as possible.
“From now on, you’re to call me either Sir or Master at all time, up to you and depending of the circumstances. Understood?”
“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”
(Small note: I also have to use “vouvoiement”, something that can’t really be translated into English. Basically, it means using the second-person pronoun in the plural form (“vous”) rather than the singular form (“tu”) to adress a single person. It is used between people who don’t know each other, or in a formal context, but also… as a mark of respect to a superior.)
“Good. You are allowed to continue sleeping in the guest room when there’s no one else, or otherwise on the sofa bed when there’s no one else. But your official sleeping place is in the kitchen, is that clear?”
“Perfectly clear, Sir. You’re so generous, Master. Thank you so much, Master.”
“I want more money. You will pay me the tithe. You will give me ten percent of your monthly income. You can afford it, can’t you, boy?
“I’ll cut in my expenses in order to, Sir.”
“Good boy. You are to worship my morning wood every day, and be ready to give me head whenever I want. Improve your cocksucking, ask help from chicks if you need to.”
“I will, Sir. Thank you for the honor, Sir.”
“When I get out of the shower or walk into the apartment, you come and kiss my feet.”
“Gladly, Sir.”
“Finally, if you want any favor from me, you can beg me. I don’t mind you begging. But you shut the fuck up if I tell you to.”
I once again bowed my head to the ground. “Not for now, Sir. Thank you so much for enslaving me, Sir. I am deeply honored and happy to serve you, my Master.”
“Such a good boy. Go make my lunch, slave.”
He has left for the afternoon, and since then, I am working at my job (home-working, like most days) with even more enthusiasm and a beaming smile, knowing that I’m working for his direct profit.
A surprisingly-complete set of rules for a young, first-time Owner! Master Anthony has clearly been thinking deeply about what he wants from a faggot slave, and he laid it out beautifully.
Fabien’s reaction to this is telling. When I first met Fabien (has it really only been a week??), he was somewhat resistant to the idea of submitting to this young Alpha. But as Master Anthony has tightened his control and use of Fabien, what I’ve noticed is that Fabien has BLOSSOMED WITH JOY.
And this is a lesson for faggots. We need the control and dominance of Alphas. We need to submit and obey and please them. This service brings us HAPPINESS, not sadness. It gives us FREEDOM, not restriction.
Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:
Just a few months ago, I was looking for a roommate to have a buddy and lighten my budget. But instead, I met a young cocky hunk who enslaved me. And I can’t stop smiling! What a destiny!
THIS is what Hierarchical truth can do for both Alphas and faggots (and everybody else) if they simply apply it and LIVE IT!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is a continuation of PART ONE of this story which you can read by CLICKING HERE!
After Fabien told me about the Alpha Pack party, I responded this way:
I’m honestly a little surprised you weren’t used sexually during that party or after by Master Anthony or one of his Alpha Pack. Of course they wouldn’t dare use his faggot without permission. But this sexual service is coming. Be ready.
Well Master Anthony moves about as fast as my mind can predict this stuff, but only a couple of hours after sending that email to Fabien, I received a startling (though not unexpected) reply:
Brother sam, are you a seer or something ?
When I entered Anthony’s room to serve his breakfast, he was already half awake and was very pleased. I put the tray on his lap and massaged his feet while he ate. When he was done, he put the tray aside and told me out of the blue: “That was well done! I think you have earned your own breakfast now!” He took off his blanket, snapped his fingers and pointed his morning wood.
His cock was impressive! Of course I knew what to do, but I had never had a dick in my mouth before, so I’m afraid I was not very good at it. I choked a couple of time, but Anthony grabbed my head to press it and force my moves. He was moaning “Good, very good, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy who likes to please me” and so on. After he came, he gave me a little slap and said “Swallow it all, boy. You’re gonna learn to love my cock”. I could barely speak, but after I swallowed his cum, I managed to say “Thank you, Sir”. With his smug face I love so much, he said: “Good boy. Now go serve breakfast to my bros in the guest room. The guys on the couch can have leftovers if there are any.”
I served the young hunks in my bedroom a substantial breakfast to make sure the other two in the living room had some left over.
They all left for the afternoon, Anthony instructed me to clean the flat. I can’t help but notice he referred to my bedroom as the “guest room”. I wonder if this augurs anything.
First of all, I applaud Fabien for sleeping on the kitchen floor all night and then thinking, not of his own discomfort, but rather to make breakfast for the four Kings sleeping in his place! He also did right to serve Master Anthony first after correctly identifying that he’s the leader of the Pack.
But it’s Master Anthony who is the real surprise. As far as I know he’s a straight Alpha, but he’s so turned on by the fact that his power has claimed a faggot that he couldn’t help but feed Fabien his cock!
Already we see in Master Anthony a great power arising. He’s already an incredible Owner, better at it than most Alphas 2-3 times his age. Notice the commendation and encouragement Master Anthony gave Fabien while he sucked his cock! Also notice how Master Anthony gave firm but affectionate guidance when Fabien was struggling!
I was just as blown away by Master Anthony’s control of the situation after being pleased, giving direct orders to Fabien about the distribution of food to the other Alphas and the cleaning later. Again, Master Anthony is just 21 years old! Do you think they teach Alpha classes in school in France, or do you think maybe it’s something natural to truly powerful Alphas?
A bit later I received this incredible update:
Anthony came back alone at the end of the afternoon. I went to take and hang up his coat and then I knelt and kissed his shoes. He said “Nice one. Stay on your knees” and began to unzip his pants, then grabbed my head. He face-fucked me and had me swallow his cum, while we stared in each other’s eyes.
After swallowing, I said “Thank you, Master”. It was the first time I called him Master and it clearly turned him on. He gently slapped my face with his dick and said “Very good boy. And if I am your Master, what are you?” I bowed my head and said “I am your slave, Master.” He ran his hand through my hair and went to sit on the sofa. “Nice boy. Go fetch me a beer and massage my feet, slave.”
I’m sending you this mail before going to do the dishes while he’s playing video games. I feel so happy when he enjoys his time while I work for him.
This episode is a masterpiece of Hierarchical truth and fulfillment. I don’t know enough about Master Anthony (yet) to know if he’s ever owned/used fags before, but even if he has he has incredible instincts at such a young age!
But my brother Fabien is just as impressive to me. He thought he was getting a roommate to share expenses, but instead he has found a younger Master who will change everything about his life and finally give him true purpose! And here’s the thing: Fabien is running toward it, not away from it! He knows he was born to be at the feet of a gorgeous young Alpha like Master Anthony!
If you didn’t believe it before, believe it now: HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
I came across this site doing some research. So let me tell you my story
After my brothers left for university my parents took in two hokey players for the local club to bore them as they was not close to their home. I contacted to help mom with the jobs around the house doing loundry and food prep for our new borders. Things changed for me when my parents went away on a holiday leave me alone at home with the lads. After a few days they started calling me faggot. Then one night the lads were watching TV in the recroom. To cut a long story short I ended up giving them both a foot massage and they rubbed their feet in my face and said do you like that faggot I had a cum hands free when this was happening and they noticed. Does this mean that I am a faggot. After my parents got home things have gotten back to normal but I’m worried about what might happen next time we are left alone in the house.
James
Thank you for your question! I understand why you’re nervous!
The short answer is this: YES, you are a faggot. At least, you are a faggot to these young straight Alphas.
I believe these Alphas noticed that you are a faggot in hiding (and probably talked with each other about it in private) and decided to force you to accept your place in service to them.
This is completely Hierarchical and natural. They accept what you are and want you to submit and serve them. And I can guarantee that the next chance they get, they will use you again … possibly with even more intense acts of service. You very well could end up sucking these Alphas off before too long. Be ready for anything.
In the meantime, I think you should start meditating on what this experience teaches you about your true place in Hierarchy and what you’re meant to do. Clearly superior young Alphas feel your place is to serve at the feet of Men. Clearly, you do as well given the fact that you did it.
It’s nothing to be scared of. Follow your instincts and what they teach you about yourself!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The bravado and fearlessness of young Alphas is breathtaking. At that age they experience a constant rush of testosterone and adrenaline, and that causes them to express dominance in bold, surprising ways. Now, when they do that with other Alphas, it leads to fights. But when they express their dominance with submissive personalities, they typically get everything they want.
I have repeatedly experienced such bursts of young Alpha dominance, which is why I have had such success in advising others on how to approach the young Alphas in their lives. Alpha behavior is predictable, mainly because of the constant needs of young Alphas I mentioned above.
A week ago I received an email from a faggot from France named Fabien. He had an interesting situation rapidly developing in his personal life:
I’ve recently discover your site while I was searching something to help me think about my situation. I am reluctantly processing that I must be what you call a beta or a faggot (gasp!) but I am quite anxious about it.
A few words to introduce me. I’m from France, I’m thirty years old and an executive in a small marketing firm. I have always lived as a straight man, as I used to like and fuck girls regularly. Most of the time, in my professional and daily life, I am a rather assertive man and in positions of leadership. But also, I must confess, I have always been quite aroused by some few males who I saw as better than me, and always liked doing things for them and earn their appreciation. I never really explored that side of myself until recently.
To lighten my rent and have a bit of company, for the last six months I’ve been sharing my flat with a roommate in his early twenties, named Anthony, a student at a top university. To give you an idea: he looks A LOT like Tom Holland, including on the muscular front. Furthermore, he is very confident, cocky, smart and funny, and for what I know, loved by everyone around him. So, as you can well imagine, I am very humbled and very impressed by him. I pride myself to be a clever, rational man, but I feel like I’m turning into a fangirl for him.
Since he’s been here with me, I couldn’t help but be more and more agreeable to him, offering to cook for him, do his laundry, his share of the housework, and so on. Also, I haven’t been too insistent about asking him to pay his share of the rent. Several times in recent weeks, when he had a tedious academic homework to do, I offered to do it for him so he could enjoy himself. Each time, of course, as he’s a serious and bright student, he checked afterwards, but he was always satisfied with my work and it saved him a lot of time.
Over the last fortnight or so, when we’re both watching TV, he’s got into the habit of lying down on the sofa and resting his socked feet on my lap. Almost instinctively, without really paying attention, I’ve started rubbing them every time he does that. Last Friday, after returning from Christmas celebrations with his family, when we were in this situation again, he got up to sit facing the TV. So I stopped the massage, but he turned to me and said sternly “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”. I rushed to my knees on the floor and said ‘Oh, sorry, excuse me” and started massaging his feet again. He smiled smugly and said “That’s more like it”.
I believe that, at this point, things are pretty clear, right? But I’m still nervous and unsure of what to do next. Should I go ahead and blatantly tell him that I am his bitch to use as he wants? Should I just keep going and see what he will do next? I know I sound pathetic but it’s really so new to me, I feel so confused. Can you please reassure me in any way?
Instantly I realized that this Alpha, Anthony, had already identified Fabien as a faggot. Not only that, but Anthony was also using his natural dominance to force Fabien to accept his place as a faggot so that he can take ownership of him.
Fabien was desperate to know what to do, so I advised him to really start submitting to Anthony and work up to kneeling and admitting to Anthony that he’s a faggot. I felt like I was overshooting, but Anthony felt particularly aggressive to me and I had a feeling a big confession would work with him.
But before my advice could even be implemented, Fabien wrote back with an update:
Thanks for your insight. I must admit I’m still processing things. Thinking of it arouses me and scares me at the same time.
Even today, while I’m working from home, Anthony (that’s his name, I quickly mentioned it in my mail! ^^) kept asserting his authority. This morning, he came out of the bathroom in his boxers. He stopped in front of a mirror in the shared living room and began casually stretching and flexing. I was peeking at him, mesmerized, and he suddenly said, “Hey, you know what, I could really use an upper back massage!” I impulsively went behind him, put my hands on his shoulders and massaged his back with my thumbs for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and moaned. At the end, he said, “Good job! You’re doing great, man!” and I answered “thanks” while he went in his room.
Later, at noon, as he stopped by the flat to grab a sandwich I made for him, just as he was about to leave, he pointed to his sneakers and said, “Hey, my laces are untied”. Without even thinking, I put one knee down to tie them for him. He just replied “Nice one. Have dinner ready by 8 p.m. Enjoy your afternoon, bye!” and left.
As I am writing to you, I am just realizing something: he never says “please” or “thank you”! He says what he wants, gets it from me, and expresses his satisfaction, but never says “please” or “thank you”! What’s more, I was actually the one to thank him for massaging his back!
I’m in the middle of a turmoil. I cannot deny the obvious, and yet I’m anxious as hell to take any step further. But I’ll think carefully about your advice, I promise.
So now it was apparent that something big was happening with Anthony. He wanted something from his roommate/faggot Fabien. I warned Fabien to prepare himself because Anthony was going to make a bold move of some kind.
Then it happened:
I am a coward. I did not follow your advice the other day. After dinner, I simply sat down on the ground, at Anthony’s feet, while we were watching TV. But things have gone crazy since then.
Yesterday morning, as Anthony walked around in the living room in his boxers, he pointed to a stain on the floor that I should clean. I knelt on the floor to do it, while he looked at me. And when he said “Well done”, without even thinking, instinctively, I bent down to kiss his feet! When I hesitantly looked up, he didn’t look surprised at all, but was instead grinning from ear to ear. He ran his hand through my hair and said “good boy” then went to his room. I was blushing with embarrassment.
I spent the day out, but on that evening, as I came in, he was on the couch, he told me he wanted me to drive him tomorrow for the day to buddies of his, some miles away.
I’m trying to accurately reproduce the discussion we had then. But I’m shaking furiously just thinking about it.
“So you just assume I’m going to cancel my plans to drive you there and back?”
“Yes, you are” he said with a cocky grin.
“You take me for granted, do you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he said with a shrug. “I’m used to get whatever I want. People are always bending over backwards to please my every whim. I’m just that great! Isn’t it why you kissed my feet this morning?”
I blushed. I was both very excited and very irritated. I replied: “And so you think you’re entitled to everything?”
“I know I am. Some men are just better. Look!”
Then, he put his foot on the corner of the coffee table. He snapped his fingers, pointing to his black leather boot, and calmly said: “Lick the bottom of my boot”.
“Why would I do this?”
“Because it pleases me.” he just said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
I thought for a second I was going to shout at him, but I spontaneously knelt down and did what I was told. I licked the dirt off the sole of his boot. Anthony was smiling so smugly! My heart was thundering!
He straightened up and leaned towards me and said: “So, what are you doing tomorrow, boy?” I paused for a moment, and I replied: “I’m driving you wherever you want to go, Sir.” “That’s more like it. That’s a good boy” he said.
Then, I remembered your words, and I added: “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir. Thank you for helping me to understand I’m born to serve a superior Man like you, Sir.”
He beamed more than ever and just said: “I knew I would eventually break you.”
And by the way: I’m writing this e-mail while waiting for him in the car while he’s having fun with his friends, ready to take them somewhere else if need be.
Anyway. I couldn’t escape my destiny. I’m a bit scared, but so be it.
BRAVO!
This is such an astounding moment, one that crystalizes the natural dynamic between a straight Alpha and a faggot who both accept their roles. Anthony is such a pure example of young Alphahood, full of cocky self-confidence. But it’s Fabien who really impressed me. Despite his own embarrassment and frustration about his submissiveness, he followed the lead of his faggot instincts and surrendered to Anthony’s power. If more faggots followed these instincts (rather than hide behind false masculinity), so many more would find purpose in more meaningful ways!
There’s more to this rapidly-developing story, but I wanted to start here with Anthony’s ascension and Fabien’s submission. It’s a near-perfect beginning!
Have you seen MasterJay_23 and his slave DesiVerseXXX? It would be nice to get interview with them
Master Jay, welcome to Hierarchy University! I’m humbled and grateful for your attention, Sir! Also, what a clever way to get my attention! LOL
I have seen you and your faggot @DesiVerseXXX on X, and it’s impressive how easily you control it! I think it’s a shame that your faggot still labors under the delusion that it’s “vers” when you’re clearly forcing it to accept what it truly is – your faggot.
As far as a podcast interview, I’m absolutely interested in talking to you! Would you have your faggot along with you for that discussion? That’s all fine by me!
For anyone unfamiliar with Master Jay and his faggot, here’s a sneak peek:
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Of course, this is not the first time that Master Jin has cunted Chin, nor is he the only Alpha who has cunted Chin. But the cunting Saturday night between Master Jin and Chin will have a ripple effect on both of them for the rest of their lives.
Master Jin spent a frustrating Saturday trying to get some pussy from his girlfriend, but she wasn’t putting out. For an ordinary straight Alpha, a day like that would probably end up in anger. But Master Jin always has an outlet for his sexual needs – his faggot Chin.
So imagine Master Jin’s relief when he walked in the door to find Chin kneeling there, waiting to kiss his feet. Imagine the power welling up inside him as his hungry, adoring faggot undid his pants and expertly sucked his dick dry.
Suddenly Master Jin forgot about the irritating girlfriend and all of his tension. All that mattered was the faggot at his feet eagerly worshiping him. His faggot. His property. His slave.
So Master Jin, flush with rejuvenated energy, grabbed Chin and took him into the bedroom. And there Master Jin fucked Chin very hard for two hours in practically every position imaginable. Master Jin pumped three loads into Chin’s pussy during this monumental fuck, never losing momentum in the slightest.
At the end, Master Jin had Chin on his back with his legs thrown over his shoulder. He pounded Chin as hard as he’s ever fucked before. And that’s when he cunted Chin, causing the faggot to black out and spasm violently.
When it was over, Chin was devastated physically and emotionally. All of the resistance Chin had been carrying around inside of him had finally been fucked out. He had nothing left inside him except a bright light of reverential awe for the god who just healed him.
But for Master Jin, there was a newfound understanding of exactly what gifts he has and the power he truly wields. Chin’s transformation was so total and complete that Master Jin could barely describe what he’d witnessed. Chin was already a great faggot, but this cunting made Chin into something greater. And that, in turn, made Master Jin greater as well.
It’s a peculiar thing. A straight Alpha can fuck a thousand women and make each one of them cum, but when he cunts a faggot there is something deeper and more primal triggered in his soul. What is it?
The cunting of a faggot involves more than simply a physical orgasm. It also represents a fundamental change in a faggot caused by the rut of a Man. It is the moment a faggot is altered forever, and it happens through the power of the Man who owns it. I think it is that exercise of sheer power that elevates the Alpha in a way that sex with a female cannot.
Master Jin said something along those lines yesterday, a few days after the fact.
It feels so good to have my faggot properly cunted. I have to say it is fantastic. I think Chin is working a lot harder to please me. I feel so powerful to own Chin. It is good to see the changes we can make happen.
As for Chin, he’s never been more complete.
I feel like service to (Master Jin) is the most important thing in my life. I literally melt inside when I look at him. He is my god.
A cunting like this is the culmination of the Alpha/fag dynamic. It is when both the Alpha and the faggot become the most complete versions of themselves.
This is Ryan 23 years old. I met a straight alpha during covid randomly on grindr and met him and he wanted me to give him hand job as he talks dirty and kicked me our with cum face. It was my first time being a slave. Since then i have been doing the same every week till yesterday. Only once he let me suck his cock for an hour with condoms on. I have begged many times to control me and use me. I also offered to do his house chores and be his slave but he dont respond for it or just says i need more training before i become that slave. My question to you is: how to have him use me and become his slave? 3 years of handjob and getting kicked out with cum face doesn’t seem to please him enough to use me? Your thoughts on this? Please and thanks
Ryan, thank you for writing!
There are no easy answers to this situation. You can’t make a straight Alpha do anything he’s not yet comfortable to do. And we don’t know the circumstances that make him uncomfortable. It could be some bad experience in his past, a phobia, whatever. Neither one of us know him well enough to diagnose it.
I will suggest this: he probably has a girlfriend or wife at home (and maybe kids), which is likely one reason why he won’t use you in other ways, and also why he’s been so secretive. The discovery of this situation with you might completely unravel his life, and I’m sure he doesn’t want that (and neither do you).
The simple fact is that some straight Alphas are only going to take things to a certain point, and no more. However, you might be able to coax him into a little more during the times you are with him. Try offering to massage his feet, for example. Perhaps make him some food and get him drinks. Try these little things so he will see you exist to serve him, not harm him. He needs to see you as more than just a handjob machine.
But I wouldn’t push him much harder than that. If you really need to get fucked or get used, I’d find another Alpha for that.
Findom Alpha @cashgodMatt is a bearded, brutal, and demanding faggot trainer. He has no problem locking faggots I’m very small chastity cages and reducing their genitalia to skin tags. He devises torturous, SAW-like torture contraptions.
And he loves piss.
Of course, most Alphas do. It’s a primal marking technique, plus it amuses them to no end.
Master Matt’s fag here is given a mouthful of piss, and I thought for sure it was going to spit it out … but the faggot swallows at the very end. Good boy!
Soy maricón, y siempre tengo la fantasía de un Dom pisoteando mi polla (descalzo o con zapatos de vestir), siempre quise que alguien usara mi polla como alfombra y taburete.
The above Spanish question is translated:
I’m a faggot, and I always have a fantasy of a Dom trampling my cock (barefoot or in dress shoes), I always wanted someone to use my cock as a rug and stool.
Brother, thank you for the question. I understand your feelings. Most faggots have a fetish for feet and want to be crushed beneath the giant feet of strong Alphas. You are not alone! Good news is that a lot of Men would be willing to do this to you. You just need to let them know, and they’ll gladly stomp on you and use you as a foot stool!
Hermano, gracias por la pregunta. Entiendo tus sentimientos. La mayoría de los maricones tienen un fetiche por los pies y quieren ser aplastados bajo los pies gigantes de Alfas fuertes. ¡Usted no está solo! La buena noticia es que muchos hombres estarían dispuestos a hacerte esto. ¡Solo tienes que hacérselo saber y con gusto te pisotearán y te usarán como taburete!
Yo Sam, I’m Brian, a 19 year old Alpha. Came across this site only recently and then I saw your post about Master Jax and his situation resembles mine (partially). Let me start from the beginning. So me and my brother (we’re both alphas, his name is Jason) are about 11 years old apart, so he’s currently 29. He was the one who introduced me to the hierarchy when I was 15. He brought home one of the guys he works with (he lives a separate city than our parents and I moved with him to continue my studies as the schools here are better). And to my surprise, he made the guy worship his feet and cock right there in the living room and told the guy to do the same to me. I’ll tell you, during the whole time he did not use the guy’s name and instead called him ”fag” and told me to do the same because ”fags” only purpose is to worship alphas like us. It felt amazing. That was the start of my interest in hierarchy and since then, me and my brother have had 2 live-in faggots (we had another one, but he moved away due to family problems) whom we use and enjoy whenever we want. That brings me to my problem, for some time now I keep having these thoughts of fucking my brother and turning him into one of the fags as well. He\’s older than me, but we’re pretty much similar in height. I’m more on the wiry side whereas he’s more stocky and he has an amazing ass (like imagine two perfectly shaped butt cheeks). I could prolly control these urges if not for the fact that he’s naked almost the whole time he’s home. I use the fags we have almost all the time when I’m home, but when fucking them I imagine my brother. Is that weird? Like I know you’ve said before that you don’t agree with incest due to how destructive they can be but how do you get over it? You have had this site up for a long time now so you must’ve come across similar situation?
Master, thank you for writing to me!
First of all, congratulations on your situation! You’re lucky to have had an Alpha brother who was so generous and considerate of you, someone who was wise enough to fully understand Hierarchy at a young age! The fact that you own live-in faggots together is truly a testament to your power and the truth of Hierarchy!
Yes, I definitely have come across similar situations as yours, Master. Whenever the power dynamics within families are combined with the natural power dynamics in Hierarchy, the results are often combustible. This is especially so when it involves Alphas, who are Kings in Hierarchy and are keenly aware of position.
I suppose you can try to get your brother to submit to you, Master, but it’s likely to be one hell of a fight. And if you lose … Well, you might not like how that turns out. You really need to decide how important it is that you dominate him, as opposed to ruling alongside him.
As a faggot, submitting is natural for me. But for Alphas, it’s nearly unthinkable. In the case of your older brother, he’s the one who guided you to your own Alphahood. Do you really want to disrespect him that way? Do you really need to?
I hope you think hard about those questions, Master. You sound like a good Alpha, and I’m sure you’ll come to the right conclusions!
Hi Sam,I hope this finds you well,I’m writing today to tell you about an encounter I had with my college best friends straight alpha father-he’s late 40’s married silver fox and a total dilf. Over the weekend I was meeting my college bestie John who I handnt seen in over a year at a restaurant for lunch for a catch up ,I arrived 25 minutes early to get a good seat as it was a Saturday and busy,not long after I arrived johns father Max arrived ,I was a little confused as I wasn’t expecting anyone but John ,he looked me over Cooley barely made eye contact and told me John was parking and would be along soon, he was dressed in a navy blue pinstripe suit and dark black loafers carrying a briefcase ,I asked if he wanted to sit and wait with me , the table only had two seats as I was only expecting John ,he said that was a good idea , I pulled over an extra seat for John but to my shock and delight he spread his legs out and put his feet up on the chair opposite me and his briefcase on the other , “you don’t mind do you boy , my feet are aching from working all day and I don’t want to put my good bag on the dirty floor “ I was to stunned to speak and said not at all , where should I sit I said , there were no more free seats available , right here and he pointed to a spot on the floor next to him , I sat next to him totally in awe of his power and dominance over my faghood , he didn’t even know it , I sat on the floor next to him and people stared by I didn’t care I felt oddly at home , after a few minutes he asked me to order him a cappachino , I waited expecting him to offer cash or card but he didn’t -I stood up and made my way to the till and ordered his coffee paid for it and brought it to him , I thought he might reimburse me but he didn’t , he simply grinned and said good boy , I took my place next to him on the floor and soon John arrived , he had been parking the car , John was confused why I was on the floor , his dad said “beats me, I think he’s comfortable there “ I was flustered and said yes that’s right , Johns dad moved his briefcase off my now seat and asked me to hold it for him during lunch , I obeyed snd held it all throughout lunch , johns dad was in a rush so left after 40 minutes -he had been spending time with John as they don’t see each other often ,that’s why he was with him ,during lunch the conversation was pleasant and nothing out of the ordinary but at one point max did start talking about how his feet were aching and he was looking to get a massage and specifically foot rub on the city later that day and looked right at me , I was turned on and fantasising about his big manly sweaty alpha feet , max left 45 mins in to lunch to go back to work and I was hanging with John but thoughts of max never left my mind , as he was leaving he made me hand him his briefcase fetch his coat from coatservice (John was in the bathroom at this point) and as he was leaving said it was nice to meet you boy and left , I haven’t stopped thinking of him since -Sam do you think max was exerting his dominance and superiority over me? I want to contact him and ask about serving him and his feet but I’m unsure how to or if I should do it ? He hasn’t left my mind and he dominated me mentally that day -what should me next step be and how should I approach him ? Thanks -Kyle
Hi brother! What a breathtaking experience with this straight God Alpha father! WOW! Very powerful experience! I’d like to commend you for how you reacted to Master Max’s power and authority! Some faggots might’ve become unglued or angry/insulted, but you did very well. Perfectly, really.
To answer your questions. YES Master Max was DEFINITELY exerting his dominance and superiority over you! Isn’t that blatantly obvious? Not only was he exerting his dominance, he was doing everything except claiming you right there on the spot! He wanted you to massage his feet, and I think you missed that cue. At least, you haven’t acted on it yet.
My advice to you is this: stop reading me and get a message to Master Max immediately. Thank him for allowing you to serve his needs at the coffee shop, and ask him if there is any way you might be of service to him. It’s just that easy. He’s an Alpha with a supernatural level of Alpha confidence, so you won’t need to do anything more than that for him to take the lead.
You’ve just found an Alpha to serve, brother. He wants to own you. GO GET HIM!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
One of the most impressive Alphas featured here during the landmark 2021 calendar year was a young Apex Alpha named King Phillip. In college when we first met him, he and his Dom partner owned faggots and regularly feasted on feral faggots like werewolves.
Then, just like a summer storm, he was suddenly gone. This rarely fazes me, given that it’s in the nature of Alphas to come and go on a whim. Still, I missed him.
So imagine my joy when he appeared again this week! Now our of college and working a professional job, King Phillip is still learning new lessons about his Alphahood in Hierarchy University.
His lesson now: Alphahood cannot be denied or repressed. What is true about a Man will always surface at some point.
Read King Phillip’s account:
For a very long time, I had been keeping my dominant impulses from showing too much in everyday life. I owned fags and was getting regular service, but I would go to work with one face on and put on another when I was alone with a cocksucker. It was almost like I was an addict, getting my fix each night but becoming somebody else, slightly, when I went to work the next morning. I was very careful not to let it slip to my coworkers and friends that I had a natural talent and primal craving to dominate my sex partners. When I finished college in 2021, I got a new job and fell out of the Dom scene for a while. That dominating urge that I had been experiencing slowly got sublimated into my work after a long time of trying to suppress it. It broke through anyway, whether I tried to keep it hidden or not. I noticed people were seeing me differently. My boss, who didn’t appreciate my contributions before, showed me more respect, gave me more responsibility, and started valuing my opinions. A couple of twinks I work with started taking more and more direction from me in friendlier and friendlier ways (I have an inviolable rule of not sleeping with coworkers, FYI). I had a long string of victories that gave me a reputation for success. I started to accumulate a gravity that didn’t exist before, as if huge orbits were forming around me like I was a black hole, my ego swallowing stars and planets. That ‘gravity’ feels fucking unbelievable. It’s started finding its way into other areas of my life, too. My partner, who has never really been submissive to me, spontaneously started kissing my feet one night and now begs me for my cock practically every day. I’ve even started punishing his balls when he steps out of line. In short, I’m back.
But I told you I would share some stories. I have one that you might like and that I want to tell. Before all this happened, I was about a 90 minute drive away lived a fag that wanted me to own him for a very long time. We both lived very busy lives and ownership never worked out because of that, but this little cocksucker was so fucking submissive and perfect for servitude I knew I had to use it at some point. Anyway, in the weeks leading up to my move away from the city, I decided it was time to pay this faggot, let’s call it Ricky, a visit. I told him to clear his Friday evening and drove down to him. My dick made a tent in my pants the whole way, I was dealing with a lot of stress at the time and was ready to completely unload. He owned his own home, which meant I could be as loud as I wanted. When I got there, he opened the door and I spit right in his face. He went to his knees like a good boy and I made him give me a tour of his house like that, crawling from room to room, addressing me as Master. I made a slave of him in his own home; he served me wine and weed, he rubbed my shoulders, and he kissed my feet. He was perfectly obedient, sitting there whimpering while I slapped his face for fun. He is one of those faggots that loves being reminded of how inferior he is. I brought a DVD of Caligula (1979) over and made him watch it with me, his head under my foot as I spread out on the couch and relaxed. Finally, the main event came. I stripped naked, threw him on the bed, and cunted him until I was exhausted.
I love how King Phillip describes the impossibility of hiding his Alphahood. He took note of the various ways people paid respect to his Alpha status despite the fact he was trying to suppress it.
Why would a Man of such power and charisma ever want to deny it or pull away from it? It would be like Superman surrendering his power in order to live as Clark Kent.
Fortunately, the universe refused to let King Phillip off the hook. You see, everything in the universe is balanced and purposeful. The world needs smart, driven Alphas like King Phillip so that weaker, inferior people can find safety and direction. To deny that kind of power is to attack the very foundations of our world.
I also love how King Phillip recharged his Alpha batteries, so to speak, by owning and using that faggot! An Alpha’s hunting instinct is primal, genetic superiority underlined by an unquenchable hunger. There’s no “off” switch on it.
The idea that King Phillip could ever disguise, ignore, or deny his true nature is made even more futile when you consider this encounter. The faggot was adoringly playful, but things got real serious the moment King Phillip mounted it and shoved his big Alpha cock into it. As he shot jet after jet of hot seed into his new claimed property, there was no way for King Phillip to reject the purpose of his existence.
He was born a King, now and always!
I’m so profoundly happy that King Phillip has reclaimed and embraced his throne! May he rule forever!
