The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Alphas always have a battle within themselves regarding the overwhelming power they possess. That power entices them, sometimes overwhelms them, and often leads to terrible choices (which is why we often see many Alphas in trouble with the law). Now imagine the issues GOD Alphas have with their even more potent levels of power! It’s a heavy burden to manage!
It’s so important that Alphas learn to focus and channel their power with purpose and intention so they avoid hurting others or damaging key relationships.
Now, I’ve never made a secret of my love and admiration for my wonderful Master Lorenzo. He’s truly an extremely powerful God Alpha who is capable of awe-inspiring action that almost resembles supernatural miracles than the acts of a Man. He’s stunned me more than once over the blessed four or five years I’ve known him.
But unlike God Himself, God Alphas are still human and still fall victim to the trappings of power their station in life offers them.
Please read this letter from Master Jose with that in mind:
Hola Sam, this is Master Jose from Mexico, how have you been?
My brother Lorenzo and I had a long conversation this morning and I want to share it with you and your community.
I am an Alpha, I have no doubt I am an Alpha, and I have been fucking dozens of sweet fags. Life is great. But as you know, I don’t think twice before submitting to Lorenzo as we all understand that we are both Alphas but he is a greater Alpha. Mario also accepted to take Lorenzo’s cock both in his pussy and ass, so we are all in peace and respecting our roles.
Here comes the issue we discussed: Lorenzo has fucked me several times and he always cums inside of me. We have agreed that his seed inside of me makes me feel good and even more powerful, and I have no shame to admit that the warm feeling of his cum inside of me makes me really horny and wanting to fuck all the world’s faggots. Today, however, we were planning my next trip to his house and he said that he wants to cum on my face and see me sleeping the whole night with his dry cum on my face and neck, only washing when I wake up.
Why is it such an issue to take him cum on my face if I’ve taken it inside of my ass many times? And I don’t know, but I am reluctant. My brother is an amazing Man and God Alpha and of course he’ll be okay if I don’t wanna do it. However, he has been an amazing Mentor for me and he deserves everything he needs and wants. We had a long conversation trying to understand why he wants that so bad and why I don’t feel fully comfortable about it yet.
What are your thoughts on this, fag Sam? Of course it has to with his desire to fuck, breed, and conquer everything. But your experience with hierarchy would be really helpful for me. I don’t want Gio and Rafa to lose some of the respect they have for me as an Alpha. I know you are a fag and I am sure you would love to take Lorenzo’s facial. But if you were an Alpha in my condition, what would you do?
I will admit that I was mortified and even a little angry when I read this from Master Jose. There is no way to spin this suggestion by Master Lorenzo as just some fun experiment. Let’s call it accurately: Master Lorenzo wants to humiliate Master Jose.
When an Alpha cums on someone’s face, it’s a humiliating statement of OWNERSHIP. For faggots, it’s a fulfilling baptism, a marking as an Alpha’s possession. We love it. It’s fulfilling for us. In the larger scheme of things, I think almost everybody views a Man cumming on someone’s face as a humiliation for the person receiving the load.
Now Master Lorenzo wants to cum on Master Jose’s face. He wants to humiliate Master Jose – his Alpha brother – the way he humiliates his faggots.
That’s unacceptable.
I’m profoundly disappointed in this irresponsible use of his authority as a God Alpha and teacher of Master Jose. It threatens to destroy the brotherly affection and the deep respect Master Jose has for Master Lorenzo. It’s so thoughtless and careless that I barely recognize it as something my wise Master would ever consider.
Master Jose has come a long way to embrace his Alphahood and his proper place in hierarchy, and this ignorant power grab would only destroy that important personal work. Master Jose is absolutely right to be offended and aghast at even the suggestion of something like that happening to him. In fact, Master Jose’s repulsed reaction to it shows that he’s in touch with his Alphahood.
Master Lorenzo owes Master Jose an apology immediately for offending him with this disgusting suggestion. I can’t believe I even have to say that to my superiors, especially someone I’ve held in the highest regard. It actually upsets me to the point of nausea.
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I answered THIS QUESTION from a reader regarding Master Lorenzo’s desire for a transsexual mate despite owning two amazing faggots, I just knew I would hear from Master Lorenzo’s fag Giovanni. I was pretty annoyed by the criticism, so I knew my distant brother and faithful, fully-bred faggot Gio would have a few curt things to say about it.
Here is what Gio wrote in response to this reader:
Hello brother Sam!!
I just read the question of a fag saying rude things about my Master and King Lorenzo. Thank you for saying that he is a God and a Master who deserves everything he wants!!
And let me be very honest here: some friends of mine do not understand why I have an open relationship with him if I love him so much. But loving him is exactly the reason why I don’t mind him fucking Rafa and Mario. I understand his needs and I am happy if he is happy. Sorry to say that, but some faggots seem to be brainwashed by monogamy and they forget to enjoy life by the side of fantastic Men like Lorenzo!!
He has NEVER hit me, offended me, cursed me, or disrespected me in any way. Quite the contrary, he literally saved my mom and I, even paid my mom’s rent for several months when she was unemployed. So how can someone possibly think that he is toxic just because he needs to breeds other holes? He bathes me with his own hand and puts ointment inside my hole with his own fingers. He treats me like his princess. If that’s the life of a mere cumdump, 95% of my female friends wish their boyfriends treated them as a cumdump.
Lastly, I got a fissure for taking part of his loads. Imagine what would happen if I took all his loads! Having Mario and Rafa is an act of love to preserve my hole as well.
Anyway, I know he doesn’t need us protecting him online because he is a King. But I wanted to share this message to thank you for saving the right thing and, most importantly, tell our fag brothers: don’t be selfish! If a good Master wants to take care of you like Lorenzo does with me, embrace the opportunity!
This is a much better defense of Master Lorenzo than I could ever muster! Giovanni has experienced the tenderness and gentle care Master Lorenzo lavishes on all of his boys, so he knows better than I do and certainly better than an anonymous reader!
Thank you, Giovanni, for adding your voice to Master Lorenzo’s chorus of praise!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I hear dumb Alphas say they could never love a faggot, I knowingly smirk in condescension. An Alpha would need to be impossibly clueless and stone-hearted to suggest to someone like me (who has been loved by Masters, and catalogues plenty of other examples) that an Alpha can’t love his faggot.
Get the fuck out of here with that nonsense.
If an Alpha can share his body with his faggot, he can share his heart with it. No matter how powerful an Alpha becomes – ascending to even God Alpha levels of power and command – he’s never too unreachably high that he can’t be loving to the faggots he owns and uses. In fact, I would argue (and have argued) that no Man can truly embody a God Alpha without owning a faggot and caring for it. Do you mean to tell me an Alpha can share his cock, cum, piss, spit, and everything else about his body, but showing tenderness and love toward it violates some nonexistent line of conduct??
Fortunately, this site has plenty of truly astounding examples of Alphas loving their faggots. As I recently said in a post, this site has seen at least five marriages between Alphas and their faggots! Love is not a weakness, but rather a sign of security and strength. The greatest Alphas should be capable of the greatest love. I have praised so many of these glorious examples, and they are all close to my heart.
One of my favorite examples of this is the tender love Master Lorenzo shares with his faithful little faggot Giovanni.
My recent post about Giovanni suffering anal fissures from being fucked my Master Lorenzo’s big dick caused some to express concern, including Master Albert. One of the most heartbreaking aspects of that story is something I understood well, namely, Giovanni’s deep sorrow and shame over being out of commission. I felt those tears he shed. After all, I’m a human being with a wellspring of love in my heart for boys like Gio.
Thankfully, my Master Lorenzo is also a secure and powerful Alpha who also has a deep wellspring of love for his faggots. Moved by his heart, Master Lorenzo penned a gorgeous ode to the genuine spirit of his most beloved faggot Giovanni.
I’m so proud to share this with you all:
You are always celebrating the glory of great Alphas, as you should. But today I would like you to write a post to celebrate the sweetest fag of all times: my gorgeous Giovanni. I told him to tell you everything that happened concerning his anal fissure and I appreciate how you said good things about me, but I just did what any real Man should do. My sweet Gio, humble as always, wrote about this episode overlooking his own effort and merits, just talking about how amazing my presence and guidance are in his life. But I must say to you and all your audience that Gio demonstrated the best behavior I have ever seen in my whole life.
He cried for hours when the doctor told him he would not be able to take my cock for a few weeks. The only other time I saw him crying this much was when his grandmother passed away – so you can see how affected he was. I did not understand at first because it is really not a big deal, every fag has anal fissures. But he really felt as a failure, so it was not about the fissure itself, but he took this incident as a proof that he was not good enough for me. And I must admit that having a FTM boyfriend has been a lot for my good boy to deal with. I have spent hours and hours talking to both Mario and Gio to clarify that my heart has more than enough space for both of them. I guess that having this fissure was a trigger for Gio to feel a lesser faggot because he has one pussy and Mario has two. But anyway, I already handled this situation and now they are friends.
I am writing this message in praise of Gio because he showed me a lot of commitment in these past few weeks. On the following day of the medical appointment, Gio woke me up with a kiss and said “my mouth is still a pussy for you to fuck, and it will always be an available pussy for you”. No need to say that I got hard and he gave me a great blowjob. I always fuck his throat holding his hair so I can decide the pace of the throat fuck, but this time he opened his mouth so much that I thought he would break his jaw lol he really wanted to turn his mouth into a fleshlight. I fucked nice and hard, getting quite rough, his mouth was full of fag spit, and tears were coming from his eyes, but he just kept his mouth open while the tears were coming from his eyes, looking at me at all times. I stopped before I came and asked if he was okay, and my sexy fag said “I am always okay if you are having a good time, please fuck me as hard as you need and cum, breed my throat like you do with my pussy” And so I did it! I held Gio’s head with both hands I banged him hard and it was probably his best blowjob in all the years we have been together. I came on his tongue because it would not be fair to cum deep and stop him from tasting my seed. My boy was so happy, you should’ve seen his face. And since that day, I fucked his throat multiple times a week and he never complained, I literally treated his throat as a fleshlight and he just said thank you and thank you. I even did some research to make sure that there are not throat fissures lol
His hole is finally healed, so this morning I did not fuck him hard and rough, but I truly made love with my fag. I kissed him during the whole thing, I looked deep inside his eyes. I started with his ass up kissing his neck, then he rode me a little bit to make sure he would be comfortable, and then I finished in missionary kissing his face, repeating how special and gorgeous he is. And you know what, Sam? I did not cunt him because I was very gentle, but I think I cunted him mentally, because he was so submissive and obedient the whole day after I bred him. I could see in his eyes how special he felt, and I gave my sexy boy a nice load deep in his healed pussy.
So that’s it, Sam… this is not just a hot account of an Alpha banging a twink. This is my deep admiration and gratitude for having Gio in my life. I love my fag, I love Mario, and I love you, Sam.
I’ve said it before: there is practically no connection deeper or more resonant than that of an Alpha and his faggot. Why? Because both the Alpha and the faggot have to accept deep truths about themselves through each other. Each one fulfills something primal in the other: PURPOSE.
Master Lorenzo knows what Giovanni has had to fight through in order to find purpose at his feet. And Giovanni knows what Master Lorenzo was willing to do in order to have Giovanni as his property. The entire time, through every obstacle and challenge, they’ve never deviated from their purpose to each other as a Master or a faggot.
Master Lorenzo mentions how Gio was so eager to keep getting throat fucked despite the tears streaming down his face, his eyes affixed on his Master’s eyes. There’s NO WAY a God Alpha could look down at such devotion and fail to feel something.
And then came the lovemaking! Master Lorenzo slowly and deeply fucking Giovanni’s pussy, eye-to-eye and face-to-face, until he finally pumped his load deep inside Giovanni. His holy seed entering Giovanni and mingling with his blood … a God Alpha impregnating his faggot in the most significant way possible.
Master Lorenzo mentions a “cunting of the mind”. This is very true. First of all, seeding a faggot’s pussy will cause psychotropic effects anyway due to the chemical makeup of cum. But something else occurs when a faggot gets fucked like this – scratch that, made love to like this: the faggot falls in wondrous, awe-inspired love with its Master.
With all of the recent trouble involving Mario, Giovanni has felt like a lesser possession. He can’t compete with Mario’s transsexual versatility or status in Master Lorenzo’s life.
But Master Lorenzo making love to Giovanni reminded Gio that he truly is valuable to his great God Alpha Master. That he is not just useful … he is loved and appreciated!
Can you see what is possible when an Alpha and a faggot come together in loyalty, honesty, and purpose? It’s not just hot sex. It’s much more powerful than that.
It can be love.
I thank you and praise you, Master Lorenzo, for not only your unsurpassed example, but also for your love! And I thank my baby brother Giovanni for his heart and his love, too!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Straight God Alpha Master Anthony has been pulling off staggering acts of dominance recently, most notably with his recent conquering of his college teacher Daniel. I encourage you to read back through the recent updates on this story, because it really is astounding.
All the while Master Anthony’s precious faggot Fabien has been faithfully assisting his Master in claiming this faggot teacher, and demonstrating tremendous instincts as a “mentor faggot”, a designation I designed as the top position in the faggot hierarchy. I’ve really been proud of Fabien’s brilliant work with Daniel, even doing subspace training to help Daniel accept his destiny. It worked beautifully.
The last time Master Anthony updated this story, he finally got Daniel to admit that he’s a faggot, and then Master Anthony throat fucked Daniel and marked him with his cum. It was just as dramatic as it sounds!
But if you thought Master Anthony was now finished with Daniel, you must not be paying attention to one of the greatest young God Alphas on the planet!
Fabien picks up the story from here:
Brother, I’m just dropping you a quick note to let you know that Daniel had his first experience of an Alpha Pack party yesterday ! 😉 Actually, it was a pretty chill evening. Anthony had invited three friends, Henri and Charles and Jean. I believe I haven’t mentioned the latter before, but he is an Alpha bro of Anthony’s who happens to be attending the same tutorial class taught by Daniel. I can tell you that at first, Daniel was very distressed to see him! But I comforted him, and he quickly resigned himself to being humiliated in front of another one of his students.
During the evening, Daniel served for a long time as a rug for the feet of the Men who were chatting and laughing, sitting on the sofa, while Clément and Basile and I served them food and drink or entertained them by acting like dogs. Anthony felt it was important to continue destroying his ego a little more. I could see Daniel shedding a few tears, but he remained well-behaved. Once or twice, Anthony addressed him smugly and mockingly: “Everything okay down there? Enjoying your evening?” Daniel replied appropriately: “Perfectly, Sir. Thank you for using me, Master, that’s an honor.” I was proud of him! Anthony spared him from ass-fucking for now, but Daniel had to lick their feet and suck Anthony and Jean’s dicks.
When the Masters went to sleep, I stayed alone with Daniel while Clement and Basile cleaned up, and I had him study and repeat the Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master: admiration, obedience, respect, loyalty, gratitude, penitence. Daniel is still a little nervous, but I think he is beginning to move past his previous dreams of life and to accept his servile nature and his destiny of servitude at the feet of Men.
I must tell you, brother, I really enjoy my mentoring role! I feel so good knowing that I am doing my best to make the world a little better for the Alpha Men, and so, for all of us! I’m glad to follow your lead in that regard!
Lots of love!
Fab the (mentor) fag
Master Anthony must be the proudest Alpha on Earth to own such an amazing, hard-working, and selfless faggot like Fabien. Truly, Fabien is everything a faggot is supposed to be and everything an Alpha could want.
As for what Master Anthony did to Daniel to train him, it is a rough assignment. Here Daniel is, an older male teacher being forced to submit to his college students and suck their dicks. It’s yet another humiliation as Daniel continues to descend into his true identity as Master Anthony’s faggot plaything. I can almost see Master Anthony’s proud and gleaming smile at the achievement!
But Fabien should be just as proud of himself! What a wonderful thing to do to have Daniel recite the Golden Rules of a Faggot! It’s the kind of hypnosis that Alphas ordinarily handle, but Fabien took it upon himself instead!
Truly, Fabien is the most precious jewel in Master Anthony’s crown, a smart, thoughtful “mentor faggot” who decorates the palace of Kings and brings light to the darkness for his faggot brothers!
I couldn’t be prouder to have him as my little brother!
Hi Sam, 23 year old muscular jock here who loves to wrestle. But I’m a bitch to big Asian cock, especially my Sir Grant’s. Whoever says Asians can’t be kings are lying. Sir Grant is 20 years old and has been using me as his personal fuck toy for the past five years. He’s so unbelievably dominant that I sometimes am just awestruck at how he commands and controls, during fucks and outside of fucks.
I used to bully him when he joined the high school wrestling team at 14, I was 17. I teased him, kicked him around, even called him pathetic. But the next year, Sir Grant’s skinny body was gone, he was a jacked hunk. He absolutely destroyed me, pinned me, slammed me around, made me tap out.
I never felt so useless, but I was also so hard. Sir Grant made me strip, and laughed at my little nub, when he pulled out an 8″ monster cock, even at 15 years old. He made me suck him, destroyed my throat, and made it my pleasure to worship his big Asian cock from a superior real male.
I learnt how good his thick cock felt choking me of all breath. He fucked my head repeatedly, and drowned me in his seed. The next time we wrestled, and after owning me like the superior he was, Sir Grant made me suck his cock wet, then turned me around and began forcing his cock into my white pussy. He didn’t stop as his massive cock plunged in and out of me, and I was transformed. I loved the pain and pleasure from his cock, so thick and so commanding and so good in me, especially when he finally came inside my ruined pussy.
Sir Grant has only gotten stronger and bigger. He’s shorter, but so much more built, and feels ten times stronger than I am. His cock, last we measured, was almost 11 inches. Huge and uncut, and he likes to slap my face around with it.
Just yesterday, Sir Grant fucked me hard in front of some of his friends. Wrestled me and threw me around, picked me up like a feather, and slam me down before fucking me. Stretched my jaw around his cockhead, tasting his sweat and scent, before he flipped me, stuffed my face with his jock, and pounded me for hours.
I still struggle to take all 11 massive thick inches of Sir Grant, but he keeps training me to be his perfect cock sleeve. He talks down to me, calling me his “pathetic white cumdump”, how I use his “superior Asian cum to bulk up”. I passed out from cumming so much from his cock in me and woke up to him still fucking me. Sir Grant has fucked me for a whole day without showing tiredness. And his loads are so massive.
Today, I’m so sore, but I can still feel my pussy muscles trying to clench around his phantom cock inside me. He’s fucking a girl so loud in his room, and I wish it was me taking his powerful cock and vigorous fucking.
I’m addicted to him, Sam. You can probably tell how much I love Sir Grant and his big Asian cock. He fucks me crazy, but my white pussy always needs days of rest after he fucks and breeds me. He constantly fucks other guys and girls, but I’m his longest serving bitch. I’m his roommate officially, but his house bitch in reality, so I am always open for him.
Wrestling is our shared hobby, we have a whole set-up in our basement, and he loves to dominate me hard before he destroys my pussy for hours in our home gym. I’ve become his domestic servant and bitch, such as letting him use me as a footstool, sniffing his pits, cleaning his room, even Sir Grant asking me to wash his hair. He seems to like it, and pets me and compliments me before fucking me stupid.
My question to you, Sam, is that is it normal of me to want more? A fantasy I have is for him to bully-fuck me, like I used to bully him. Kicking me around. Treat me like dirt. Bash my body. Sir Grant is brutal, but he has never completely let loose on me, I can feel it. I can feel my Sir is far stronger than he shows. How can I get him to unleash that power on me? I want him to humiliate me even more. I want him to degrade me harder. Use me on his large cock even more brutally. Amplify the difference between his Asian supremacy over my white wrestler bitch body. I’m building my body up for Sir Grant alone so he can use me even harder. Fuck me longer and rougher, even after I’ve passed out. What can I do to devote myself to Sir Grant and show him that I’m ready for more?
Thank you for the question!
Actually, it’s not really much of a question. After all, what else can you possibly do to devote yourself more to the needs of your Master, Sir Grant?? You’re essentially doing everything and anything he demands of you without question. He’s clearly at least an Apex Alpha, if not fully a God Alpha. He’s not holding back from using you at all.
Things seem perfect, honestly.
If you want him to beat you up more, then I suggest you kneel before him and make that request. I’m sure he won’t have any problem getting revenge on the way you treated him when you were younger.
But I will say this to everybody out there: stop stereotyping Asian Men. Many of them do not fit that stereotype at all, and your prejudice is likely to end up with you pulverized and left for dead. Sir Grant is yet another example this site has recently published of the phenomenon of powerful God-level Asian Alphas with big dicks totally ravaging faggots and females. Don’t sleep on Asian Alphas!
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!
When you’re a young, straight, hyper-intelligent God Alpha who looks exactly like Tom Holland of Spider-Man fame, life becomes ridiculously easy. Just ask Master Anthony, because he is exactly everything I just described. Money flows to him like tribute. Females flock to him just to smell his pheromones and offer him every hole on their bodies. Males jockey with each other just to gain his favor and approval.
Master Anthony knew all of that before the day he truly understood that nature also made faggots to serve him like the God Alpha he is. Then the seemingly-endless possibilities of his superior life became impossibly infinite. He realized, in an instant, that literally everything belonged to him.
With that realization came the deep understanding that he could take anyone he wanted at any time, shape them into whatever he desired, and completely own them. That’s a tectonic shift in a young Alpha’s thinking, one that few males will ever know. Only him.
To that end, you might remember the most recent update from Master Anthony involving his seduction of his college teacher Daniel (CLICK HERE for that). I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, of course, but what eventually transpired went far beyond what I imagined.
Here’s Master Anthony’s update:
I’m sure you’d like to know how things went with Daniel lately, eh faggot? 😉 That’s a good moment, for there has been a huge development today! 😀
On Monday last week, Daniel arrived late to class when we were all there. Throughout the lesson, I could see that he was a little nervous and was carefully avoiding looking at me. Well, he couldn’t help but glance at my feet in white socks resting on the chair in front of me! But I could tell he was still embarrassed about the last time when I made him lace up my boots in the street. At the end of class, he quickly packed up his things and left right away, before I could go and say a word to him.
The prey was trying to escape me. So I sent an email to lure him back. I decided to invite him to my place: my instinct told me that he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to be alone with me at home! I wrote him:
“Hey Daniel,
Well done on today’s class, once again it was very interesting! I would have loved to speak with you in more depth about this week’s text and the rest of the syllabus. But you left very quickly. I hope everything is okay? If you have a problem, let me know!
Are you free in the next few days, like this Thursday evening? I’d like to invite you over to my place to chat! I live not far from the uni! My roommate is coming home late that day, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. Let me know!
Keep the good work!
Your favorite and best student
Anthony Dolivet”
He answered the next morning.
“Mr Dolivet,
Thank you very much for your kind comments and your concern. I’m fine, sorry for leaving so quickly, i was just in a hurry!
And thank you for the invite! I’d be glad to visit my best student this Thursday evening. Just let me know exactly where and when you’d like me to come and I’ll be there.
Respectfully,
Daniel”
I smiled when I read this. I guessed that he must have spent the evening and night worrying and wondering what to do, but his servile instinct and desire to please me won out! And two days later, he rang my doorbell right on time, just as I had told him to!
I opened the door, sweaty in my black tank top, because I had been doing some working out. I immediately noticed his flustered state, the look of wonder that flashed across his eyes. I scratched my neck and saw his gaze drawn to my hairy, sweaty armpit.
“You’re here just in time! I need to rest! Let’s hang out and relax! Hey, I’m not stinking too bad, am I?” I moved my armpit closer to him, but he didn’t move and stammered, “No, no, it’s okay.” I giggled and went to slump down in my cozy armchair. I said, “Do you want anything? I’d like a beer and a foot massage! There are beers in the fridge,” and I gestured toward the kitchen. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, then understood the implicit order. He rushed into the kitchen, came back with a bottle of beer, which he respectfully handed to me, and sat down on the sofa opposite me, where I had indicated.
We started chatting, first about classes, then I asked him about his life and background. He didn’t seem to have realized yet that he had implicitly agreed to massage my feet by going to fetch me a beer, because he didn’t react immediately when I placed my left foot, in a white sock, on his lap. But all it took was a snap of my fingers and a nod from me for him to start rubbing it absentmindedly while continuing to talk. We went on like this for quite a while, and when I switched feet, he resumed massaging the other one without hesitation!
Later, Fabien came back to the apartment. I sat up and said, “It’s already so late! Fabien, say hello to Daniel. Daniel, this is my roommate Fabien.” Daniel jumped up, grabbed his things, and mumbled, “I have to go, I’m expected elsewhere…” I replied, “Are you sure? No problem! It was great having you here! See you soon, OK?” He left a little hastily.
Flashforward to today. I couldn’t wait to see Daniel again and to increase my dominance. I was thinking of what I should do next. During class, I found him very unsettled, but he didn’t avoid my gaze; quite the contrary, he often glanced at me, looking a little anxious. At the end of class, he came up to me while I was gathering my things. “Mr. Dolivet, can I talk to you, er … in private?” “Of course, Dan!”
I followed him as he led me to his small office. Very nervous, he closed the door after checking that no one was around. We were face to face and alone. He was clearly very nervous. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze evasive and his hands shaking. I smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Then he knelt down. Looking me in the eyes, he said, “Thank you, Master, for opening my eyes to my place and my destiny. You are a Superior Man, and I owe you respect, obedience, and loyalty. I ask your forgiveness for taking so long to understand this, and I am yours to command for whatever you wish.”
I was BEAMING! I said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glanced down at my feet. He muttered, “Sorry” and rushed to kiss the tips of each of my boots. “Such a good boy!” I grinned and I said “I knew I would break you. You were fun to chase, you will be fun to dominate. What finally made you see the truth?”
“I get in touch with with your roomate, Master, er … your house slave Fabien. He helped me to understand.” I shook my head, delighted. “Of course. My dear Fab. I was sure of it. Such a good boy. I see a lot of him in you. You’re going to be a great slave.” So I took out my cock and fucked his throat, deep and hard. He had a tough time, choking once or twice. I left him with his face and hair covered in cum, saying, “I’ve got to go! See you next time, slave! Keep ready to obey!”
This is gonna be so fun! 😀 I love to be a GOD! When my good boy Fabien comes home tonight, I’ll have him tell me what he did with Daniel, I’d love to know!
What a masterpiece of mental and physical domination! For instance, notice how Master Anthony calls his teacher “Daniel” while the teacher calls him “Mr. Dolivet”. That is very subtle signaling that only the subconscious might recognize. I also love how Master Anthony allows faggots to come to the inevitable conclusion that they are born to serve. He allows them time to accept the inevitability of their fate as his eventual property. He’s like a lion leisurely stalking an elk, knowing that eventually he’s going to feast!
However, as Master Anthony suggests at the end of his letter, his personal faggot Fabien had something to do with Daniel’s sudden acceptance of his faghood (unsurprising, really!).
So a day later I received this giddy update from my brother Fabien. Just listen to his behind-the-scenes shenanigans:
My dear beloved brother !
My Master Anthony wants me to explain to you (and him) how it went between me and his newest slave Daniel. When Daniel was home last Thursday, he left when I arrived to the flat. But when I opened the door for him, while Anthony was checking some stuff in his room, Daniel whispered something to me. Looking quite nervous, he asked me how long I had been Anthony’s roommate. I told him a year and a half, and he asked if he could contact me to talk. I said yes, of course, gave him my number, and he left in a hurry. Last Saturday, at Daniel’s invitation I went to see him at his own apartment, which is not very far from where we live (I mean, from Anthony’s place, where I live). Anthony was spending the week-end with his bros and I had some time.
Of course by then I knew what was going on. My Master had given me a few glimpses of what was happening with his teacher, and I read your wonderful article on the subject. I had a pretty good idea what Daniel wanted to talk to me about. He thanked me for giving him my time, told me he had noticed that I was about his age (actually even a little older) and that he would like to talk about his young student, with whom I was living, to get to know him better if possible, because certain things were troubling him.
As you can guess, I gave him a straight answer. “What you must understand is that Anthony is not my roommate. He is my Master and I am his slave. Because he’s a superior Alpha Man and I’m an inferior male who’s destined to serve and worship him. And I think you are, too. And I think you know it.”
Not surprisingly, he was flabbergasted by my frankness. He stammered some protests and I tried to calm him down. I placed my hand on his and explained to him the truth of Hierarchy as best as I could. I told him that everything he had been feeling and doing for weeks, his burning desire to obey Anthony and please him, was revealing his true nature as a slave. I pointed out to him that he was already debasing himself and bending over backwards just to be in Anthony’s good graces. And I went on. “Listen, I know it’s hard to accept your inferiority. You and I, we are both smart and brave and talented. And at some point, we certainly dreamed of another life. But we have to accept who we are: we are natural-born slaves. Our destiny is to grovel and worship and obey our betters. To serve a Man like Anthony. And believe me, we are lucky to have find a superior like him!”
He was still shocked and very nervous. I could see him looking around, even shaking. But I remained as calm and firm as I could. “Some Men are just better. That is an obvious fact. Anthony is one of them. These Alpha Men will get everything they want in life, they will get all the success, wealth, glory, fun and sex. You and I, we are programmed by nature to serve them. To make sure they enjoy their life at the fullest. We must be at their beck and call. That is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You can either embrace who you are and be as happy as possible, or deny yourself any chance of fulfillment..”
He was starting to cry. I carried on with what I was saying. “I want you to think about your life ahead of you. You will never marry, you will never father a child, you will never lead. But you will teach young adults and, among them, young Alpha Men and you will help them reach their greatest potential. And if you’re lucky, some of them will command you other services and you’ll have opportunities to worship them. Right now, Anthony wants you to serve him. And that’s a blessing! You have the opportunity and the privilege to be a part of the life of a wonderful young God Alpha Master!
Daniel was still shaking and crying. He muttered “Are you really sure?” I told him: “Repeat after me, OK? I am a slave.” He said it. “I exist to serve Superior Men.” He said it. “Good. Once again. Go on.” After the tenth time, he spoke with a strong and confident voice, despite his trembling and tears. “I AM A SLAVE. I EXIST TO SERVE SUPERIOR MEN.” Then I gave him a big hug. “From now on, you are my brother. You can always count on me. We inferiors must stick together to survive in this world run by Alphas. We must support each other to please them if we want to survive at their feet!”
Daniel muttered: “What must I do, now?” I explained to him what he should do next time he sees Anthony. I told him he should submit to his Master, kneel down, kiss his feet, then thank him for opening his eyes and apologize for not submitting sooner. “I can’t do that” he said weakly. “Yes you can. I’m sure you can, brother. Be brave!”
I could see he was still struggling with the idea. I put my hand on his shoulder and said to him: “My brother, search your heart and seek the truth. You know you want to submit to Anthony. You want it with all your slave soul. Do it, and I promise you will be fulfilled.”
You can only imagine how happy I was this Monday, when Daniel texted me to inform me of what happened in his office with my Master. I replied to him with this message: “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! Welcome at Anthony’s feet! Love you, brother! Let’ stay in touch and serve our Master to the best! I’m here for you if you need any help, OK?” Next thing, I’m gonna introduce him to the slave Charter I wrote. And see with him and other faggots of the Alpha Pack how to make Anthony’s life always better and better!
My Master Anthony, since you are reading this : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THE AMAZING GOD YOU ARE! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY INFERIOR SLAVE HEART! I AM YOURS FOREVER! I ADORE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS!
And thank YOU my brother for your constant help and support!
Lots of love,
Fab the fag
I’m not even sure which is more extraordinary, Master Anthony’s command of Daniel or Fabien’s magnificent, on-the-spot training of Daniel!
Fabien’s logical reasoning of hierarchical truth forced Daniel to confront his own purpose with a clarity that rivals the greatest “mentor faggots” within the faggot hierarchy!
In fact, that’s what I really want to emphasize here: Fabien is now, in my eyes, a true mentor faggot! It’s the highest honor any faggot can hope to achieve, but Fabien has earned it through his faithfulness, his honesty, his willingness to share, and his enthusiasm in helping other faggots who are struggling or out of line. He teaches others in word and deed. He gives of himself to the point of exhaustion.
I’m so utterly proud of both Master Anthony and his treasured faggot, Fabien! They are the quintessential example of how the Alpha/faggot dynamic is meant to work. I feel so blessed to know them both and share their extraordinary story with the world!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Within the hierarchical movement there is a general focus on the fact that Alphas are dominant, worshiped, and served by faggots as almost slave-like properties.
But faggots are not like a car or a house or any other significant responsibility in an Alpha’s life. A faggot is a human being with feelings, hopes, desires, and dreams. True, those mostly revolve around its Owner, but still such tireless and constant devotion can touch its Master’s heart.
Sometimes, a Master even comes to love his faggot.
This is why I’ve always insisted that Alphas (straight or gay) who own faggots always become more powerful than their non-owning Alpha counterparts. It’s the engagement of emotions that causes a deepening appreciation within an Alpha of the true nature of his power.
The power of transformation.
This site has been a part of at least six weddings between Alphas and their personal faggots (a couple of them have been straight Alphas, too!), so I can speak with some authority on this. Every one of those Alphas I consider to be among the most powerful Alphas I’ve ever encountered, and much of that comes down to what they learned about themselves through owning and eventually marrying their faggots. They start to realize that their power transcends themselves and goes much deeper than simply telling a faggot to retrieve a beer or suck a dick. Instead, they’re tapping into the very power at the heart of the hierarchical framework, the essential building blocks of everything we are as a society led by males. It’s a heady but transformational moment for both the Alpha and his faggot!
I say all of that as a preface to the news Master Alex unloaded on me in the second part of his update: he married his personal faggot!
Here’s the story:
As I stated, much time has passed. And life has changed too. Recall the military faggot that I’ve made into my house-slave and fuck toy. His position has changed somewhat. That doesn’t mean he isn’t my faggot. But I have since married him and turned him into my husbitch. My military, butch, almost hypermasculine giant, is now my husband, my partner for life. His loyalty and worship of me has only gotten more intense, now filled with devotion and love. Our marriage was typical, except for the fact I had fucked and bred him just a couple hours before we signed the register. I could tell his wide cunt was desperately trying to clench my load before it wet his dress-pants, and his expression was still a bit dazed with that left-over bliss I fuck him into.
You may ask how it happened. Charles, I’ll say his name. In a moment of vulnerability, he learnt that one of his brother-in-arms had passed. This is a man who has withstood my hardest power-fucks, been used as my punching bag. Left broken, dazed, limp, spasming, blacked out after I am done with him. And has never once shed a tear. Charles broke down from learning about his comrade’s death. Crawled and sobbed into my feet, saying how much his friend mattered to him. This was my first time seeing him so vulnerable, such a massive and testosterone-filled man losing himself in grief. And something clicked in me. I pulled him into a hug, which I have never done, and let him cry out his emotions into my chest.
That was the start, faggot. I told Charles to take time for himself to let the grief pass. He refused, saying he took pride in being my permanent house-fag, and that no other fag knew how to please and serve me like he did. I pushed back, saying he was not clear-headed, and needed his own time. That he knew I could have another fag in a snap of some fingers to temporarily take over his roles. It wasn’t even a week when he returned, almost throwing himself at my feet, kissing them, worshipping my muscles even as another fag sucked my cock. Charles looked up at me, with the most clarity in his eyes I’ve seen, and said simply, “I’m yours.” Said that over the week as he attended the funeral and grieved, even through his emotions, he couldn’t stop thinking about me in his life, that he knew his worship and submission to me had grown more. That his place belonged with me, to me.
The fags that served me in that week served well, but there was something missing. I think over the years I’ve had Charles, a bond formed. This titan faggot had wormed his way into my heart, and clearly mine was dominating his whole heart. We talked for what was likely the first proper time as man to man, not as Alpha to faggot. Talked about our future together, how it would look like. He knew my dominance was not enough to be sated by him alone, and said it was only right I fuck and use other muscled holes. How my ownership of him would not change, that it even deepened. That night, I forgot how many times I fucked him. Bred him. Mounted him. I was uncontrolled for the first time in a long while. I remember standing over him with his stretched limp legs on either side of his body, his puffed cunt lips gaping, my cum flowing out. His body and face smothered in hickies and bite marks, layered with streaks of my cum, his mouth loose and eyes completely rolled up. My cock felt more giant and heavy than ever. Charles never looked more handsome to me. My own personal, bitched out, faggot husband. Mine.
There have been changes since my marriage in my perception of my Alphahood, and I think it’s only gotten more powerful. One example is that I am more aware of what exactly drives my faggots and sluts into a convulsive state of faggot bliss. I am still brutal, aggressive, however I feel that I am now dominating with much greater and sharper intent and purpose. My weapon of a cock has only felt even more mighty and overpowering, and my circle of muscled faggots have almost all said that they feel so much more better used, one even used the term ‘thunderous’. It makes me more proud of myself, that being married to my husbitch muscle slut is somehow still lifting my alphahood even higher. I still see myself as bi, as I still love to fuck girls when I can, but there’s so much more there when I’m fucking and crushing Charles within an inch of his life, and him still wanting more. I often dream of knocking him up, and wishing he could carry my sons like the bitch he truly is.
Charles is currently sliding his swollen lips up and down my cock, moaning and whimpering and stroking the few inches he’s not able to suck. It’s the perfect relaxed night here, with his gulping, slurping and gagging the background music to our life. We sometimes go on dates, and I always get a kick from people seeing us hold hands and more than likely assuming that he’s the one in control. I like to tease him about it too.
I want to know your thoughts on this, Sam. This transformation of not just my live-in faggot into my husbitch, but also my own transformation as an Alpha. Do you believe this is a path other Alphas should consider? Or do you think other Alphas would consider me marrying a faggot to be a weakness?
I’m so happy for Master Alex and his fag wife Charles!
This transformation truly reminds me of straight Master G marrying his longtime muscle fag Jamie, or straight Master Dino marrying his faithful fag wife Jamie. These were straight Alphas caught in the matrix of societal expectations, but they broke free through ownership of faggots and found a deeper power within themselves that they never knew existed.
Do I think this is a path other Alphas should consider? ABSOLUTELY! But will they?
Most of them won’t.
But that’s okay. There are ultimately very few God Alphas at the top, and it’s reserved for the deepest and most powerful Alphas to occupy! Master Alex continues to ascend thanks to his willingness to feel and grow and fully experience everything at his disposal!
If we are willing, there are infinite hierarchical experiences available to teach us about our truth!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a very long time (April, 2025) since we last heard from Master Alex, an Asian God Alpha who, like Master Jase, destroys the stupid stereotype of Asian Men being tiny-dicked fags. Like Master Jase, Master Alex is armed with a very big dick, short, muscular physique, and an Alpha rage inferno burning inside him.
Like any true, natural-born God Alpha, Master Alex owns a large stable of on-call faggots and one live-in fag to serve as his daily cumdump and domestic. He runs his own housing business, and he’s successful in every aspect of his blessed life.
It’s always critical to listen and learn when a God Alpha like him chooses to tell the story of how he discovered and developed this great power within himself. Interestingly, Master Alex’s story hinges on a critical mentorship with an older, straight Alpha:
Fag,
Much time has passed since my last message to you. I have been busy working, training, gyming, rutting and breeding. Always getting stronger, always getting more dominant. I will split my reply to you into two parts, you will see why. And no, it is not because I love to also split muscle glutes in half.
I work in housing investment and sales. I only just returned from a five day conference. Within twenty minutes of checking in at the resort, I had a hotel guest on his back, legs on my shoulders, ripping into his muscle ass.There was an endless amount of men I met at the resort gym, bar, sauna, pools, and lounges. All those men whose pussies I gaped and reshaped. A hulking closeted married man also attended the conference, and I made him my regular bitch fag for the whole week. It was so easy to mark him from the first greeting. Took nothing more than a gym and massage session before I had his tree-trunk legs on my shoulders. I fucked and bred him no less than five times a day; you should have seen the fag’s face of bliss when I was finally ten inches balls deep in his ruined cunt. In meetings I deliberately sat next to him, fingering his sore, cum filled cunt, and he would moan and even assgasm from just being fingered. I spent an extra day mercilessly cunting him nonstop. When he was blacked out and wasted, I would fuck and fag out other men until he recovered. The married fag now knows his place, and guaranteed he can’t stop craving being fucked, dominated, and bred by a smaller muscled man.
My favored circle of faggots are twelve powerful, virile, studly men. No one would expect such commanding masculine jocked up males to be owned and conquered faggots in service to an even more powerful Asian male. All of them would be ready at a moment’s notice, a jacked up bitch presenting his holes or crawling to me, ready to serve and to be used. They come from all walks of life; of some of the twelve fags are a CEO, a popular athlete, a construction foreman, a bouncer, a tax agent, a boxing coach, high school captains, the list goes on. I was always aware I was different. I was stronger, faster, smarter, and superior to my peers. I was not bigger, but I felt bigger. My cock dwarfed other boys when we cock-pared. I taunted those boys and used their awe and disbelief to fuck and use their mouths and holes. I caught the attention of girls, even those already with boyfriends, and fucked them far better than their useless boys could. You could say I was cocky and arrogant and a rough, unpolished gem of an Alpha. My father and older brother were not the role models I needed; I was dominating out of pure instinct.
My friend’s father at a parent-supervised pool party saw how I interacted with an older fag jock of mine. Especially when I took the older fag away and fucked him for an hour before coming back to the pool party. He took me aside and spoke to me as an alpha to alpha, telling me how I would be destroying all the good will of my fags if I was an abusive dominant. He maintained he was straight and used faggots only to control. I have no doubt my friend knew something was up when his dad and I would go on trips just by ourselves for him to guide me, but he wasn’t an alpha and didn’t need to know. I was 17 when he and I both sensed I had outgrew him in dominance. He was the one that taught me that brutality is not the same as being abusive. When he saw me use a graduated senior stud slut, I saw how his eyes started to focus on me more than the action. How his mouth started to go agape and how he squirmed watching me. When we locked eyes, there was no doubt he knew too that I would eventually fuck and own him.
And I did. I took his mouth. Gagged and choked him. Made him pant and breathless. Smeared his face in layers of pre, spit, tears and cum. I took his ass. Transformed it into my pussy. Reshaped it inch by inch to form around my superior cock. He tells me he found his place the day he finally took my whole cock, punching through his second hole, cunting him anew, my foot on his face. I still regularly fuck him when I’m in the area. He would flail uselessly on my cock like a ragdoll from my ever growing strength as I fuck and breed and cunt him for hours. Lie barely conscious as he weakly laps at my cock on his face. Then leaves limping and bow-legged, my massive potent loads plugged inside him with the custom butt-plug he ordered just to keep my seed inside him. Says he always feels so much better, feeling his ruined cunt faintly squeezing around the plug, feeling my warmth deep inside him. He wasn’t the first adult male to submit to me, nor was he the last while I was a teen. And that only got even better as I got into higher education and opened up a whole new world of faggots and man cunts that I could rightfully take and own.
This straight Alpha father probably didn’t know the kind of power he was unleashing into the world when he took Master Alex under his wing! Isn’t it curious how so many straight Alphas own (or have owned) faggots during their lives? Once again, true straight Alphas see only power, not sexuality. But this father saw the complete power forming in young Master Alex and reached out to guide that power away from Destroyer Alpha tendencies and toward a more productive and beneficial course.
And I’m so glad he did! Master Alex has become a formidable force for good in the training and breeding of so many faggots! The mentorship he received at a critical inflection point of his youth helped to shape him into the God Alpha he is today!
As Master Alex indicated above, his message was split into two parts. The second half of his update will be published tomorrow!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
We’ve been hearing a lot from Master Jase recently, which is fine by me. His unparalleled, clear-eyed view from the very top of hierarchy gives him the perfect pulpit from which to gift inferiors (including most Alphas) with his knowledge and experience.
In the midst of his training session with Master Jake, Master Jase decided he needed to blow off steam. You know what that means … raping a pillaging! It seems there was a “muscle orgy” arranged specifically for Master Jase by his lieutenants:
One of my alphas organised it for me to enjoy Valentine’s. He’s one of my favourites, definitely an apex alpha with the way his presence oozes masculinity in both his body and attitude. He has his own share of fags and sluts that he uses. Yet this hunky alpha loves and craves nothing more than to have his oversized muscled body folded in a pretzel while my god cock ravages his innards. There were around 4 other muscle alphas, and 20 muscle fags and sluts there. By now most of my fags and sluts and alphas have come to know one another. They all share the same addiction to my utter dominance and my cock inside them.
So that gathering sounded pretty good, certainly brimming with lots of possibilities for Master Jase to vent his always-prodigious power!
But, oddly enough, Master Jase had a deeper realization while mounting and breeding all of the muscled sex toys there with him … and it involved my latest podcast episode!
Read:
Fag. There is no update on Jake and his fag brother. I spent this weekend and Friday at a muscle orgy. Ceaseless mounting and cunting. Holes and pussies all surrendered to my powerful cock and dominance and strength for multiple hours. When I rested, I had fags at my feet sucking and worshipping up to my cock, keeping it warm, and others with their noses buried in my pits, or offering drinks and snacks. I cannot count how many fags and sluts I fucked and bred. Which rooms I fucked them in. Only that when I deemed it the end, I stood and looked over brutally cunted fags and sluts lying everywhere, their gaped ruined pussies and mouths running and leaking out my potent seed. And my god cock and body was still hard and pumped and ready for more. It is a thrill to at times lose myself to that endless feral rut of merciless mounting and breeding.
What I wanted to message you about, is that while I was relaxing and enjoying a cock servicing from, ironically, a married slut, I was listening to your podcast about your response to the discussion of straight and gay alphas.
I know that you wanted the discussion to mostly end, faggot. I want to add one caveat of mine, a thought that you might appreciate.
It was interesting to hear about how you view straight alphas who willingly use faggots sexually as ascending to godhood. That they have gone beyond their sexuality and know their calling is to receive the worship and service of anyone below them, male or female, fag or bitch.
I want to express that I feel the same way. I have preferences towards males. Masculine, strong, confident males at that.
However, I have also fucked and cunted numerous females. Transformed and broken them into delirious cock sleeves. In front of their husbands and boyfriends. They willingly spread their legs for me. The ladies understand that they are also there to serve me and my needs.
While I do not take as great pleasure with females, nor the same physical level of brutal dominating aggression I can take on a faggot as I can a female, it nonetheless is the counterpart to when straight alphas sexually use faggots. It is a sign of control. Of dominance. Of power.
I know I am a god alpha. Perhaps that is why I never thought to put these musings into words. As it comes naturally to me that any hole presented to me is mine to take.
That is my last curious note and thought that emerged as I laid back, my cock nursed and suckled on, and listening to your podcast, fag. The topic should be done and dusted as you said.
I’m not sure how to react to the idea that Master Jase is listening to the podcast while getting his dick worshiped by multiple fags. I’m humbled! That seems like an awful lot of multitasking, but Master Jase is more than capable enough to walk, chew gum, rub his belly, and rule the world!
I’m glad that Master Jase and I agree on this issue of straight Alpha owners of faggots. True, he and I tend to agree on most things because we have both experienced the truth of hierarchy for ourselves.
I thought it was revealing to hear Master Jase admit that he’s never really thought about these issues before. Honestly, why would he? He’s so busy conquering and commanding legions of inferiors that little extra time exists for such meditations. But once he was able to stop and consider it, he drew similar conclusions!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.
Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.
So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.
In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.
Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!
To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.
My good sam the faggot,
I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.
First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.
I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.
Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.
But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.
As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?
But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.
There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
Daughter, sister and mother of real men
I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?
The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!
Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!
It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!
Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!
I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Step by methodical step, Master Jase has been teaching new young Alpha Master Jake how to cunt faggots (and the importance of doing so). It’s like Yoda teaching Luke about The Force. But Master Jase understands the importance of what he’s teaching Master Jake, so he wants to get it right.
After some preliminary steps in parts 1 and 2, Master Jase finally moves to the third part of his plan: the actual cunting of a faggot in real time.
Cunting fags will always be my thrill, but a close second is teaching and watching another alpha cunt their fags. Jake is a natural. My home slut was willing to demonstrate, and for two days, his pussy was left untouched until last night. I will keep it brief, but it was an absolute success. Jake watched in awe as I put my home slut through the motions. Observed how deep I pushed. Watched as I manipulated my slut. How I paced myself. How I spoke to him.
As I cunted my home slut, I told Jake what to look out for. The breathing and panting, the trembling and twitching of muscles, the arching of the back and body, the changes to the face and mouth, the involuntary spreading and whole body jerking, etc. I pulled out of my home slut and had him clean my cock while dazed, and ordered Jake to attempt to cunt his fag.
Jake is a natural. As all alphas are. He poked and prodded, but put into practice what he saw and what he heard. The first signs from his fag was the instant head toss back and the toes curling on either side of Jake as he slid in deep. The grin on Jake’s face was a joy to see.
I left Jake to his devices and took both my home slut and the brother fag to Tyler’s room to cunt them. I was there to fuck, to breed, and I damn well will. It was nonstop between the two, sliding one tired, well cunted pussy off my cock and ramming it deep into the other, waiting, needy hole.
It was hilarious when, halfway through power-fucking his faggot bro, Jake knocked and said, “I think I broke him.” He had managed to cunt his fag into a state of blacked out bliss. I could not be prouder of him. I told him to care for his fag while it’s cunted and to still treat him as if he was conscious, that his words will bury into his fag’s scrambled brain.
It will not be long before I allow him to cunt his own brother. It will be what Jake deserves, to have a well-trained, submissive and obedient fag when and where he wants to use him.
From a faggot’s perspective, it’s weird to hear Master Jase talk to Master Jake about faggots as if we were nothing more than hogs on a farm. However, that description is apt. Faggots are so far below the level of Master Jase that it makes sense that he looks at fags as mere things … toys in the hands of Men.
But that is precisely what we are.
It’s awesome to get this peek inside the mind of a God Alpha as he teaches a younger Alpha about the wonders of faggot cunting. I thought some of Master Jake’s responses to what he experienced were pretty funny, especially the comment about having broken it. Cunting a faggot can be just as wild for the Alphas as it is for the fag!
Master Jase is such an invaluable resource. He’s an absolute beast sexually, but he’s incredibly intelligent and expressive. He’s the perfect teacher for an enthusiastic Alpha looking to expand his power like Master Jake!
As God Alpha @itslynnox rams his huge dick one final time into the deepest part of the faggot and injects his seed directly into its bloodstream, there is a moment of serenity.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
There has been a lot of brouhaha over THIS QUESTIONS FROM READERS in which a reader complained about my longstanding belief that there is no appreciable difference between straight and gay Alphas. Like some other issues such as chastity or findom, my position on this issue has evolved over time as I’ve been exposed to other opinions. I certainly didn’t feel straight and gay Alphas were equal when I first started the site in 2015. I’ve just known too many powerful gay God Alpha to ignore the evidence.
One of those powerful gay God Alphas is Master Jase. In fact, he might be one of the most powerful Alphas on EARTH, straight or gay. And I knew as soon as I published that QFR that Master Jase would eventually have something to say.
I wasn’t wrong:
Jake sent this to me. Jake himself is bisexual, but he knows that I am a gay Alpha and asked how I feel about this reader’s post. I pity the reader’s ignorance, fag Sam. He believes that gay men are attracted to straight men because of submission. He doesn’t understand that powerful gay alphas, such as myself, are the opposite.
I am attracted to masculine men because I love to break them. To dominate them. To show that my power and strength is above theirs. My attraction is one fueled by the need to have all that masculine confidence under my control.
The reader doesn’t know how many straight Alphas have sunk their asses onto my cock. How many I have pinned and rutted inside. How many I have cunted wide and taken my seed. How many I have transformed and made into better versions of themselves. Their girlfriends and wives too, I have fucked and made into absolute wastes. It is no comparison to the passion I feel from dominating other men, however. If I wish, I could have knocked up and bred a legion of superior sons and daughters. As it is, I will always keep trying with my circle of sluts and fags. Constantly breeding them deep, hoping to catch seed with my potent cum.
The reader, I don’t doubt is an Alpha. But he needs to learn to not be so close-minded and understand that there are god Alphas of all types, sizes, ethnicities, strengths, and yes, sexualities.
There really is nobody quite like Master Jace. In fact, his perspective is almost too skewed to give a wholly-relatable answer because he is the prototypical example of what I’ve often called the omnivorous Alpha. There are simply some Alphas to whom rules descriptors cannot be applied. Master Jase consumes all flesh equally and at his whim.
So to Master Jase, this argument of straight Alphas vs. gay Alphas is the catty bitching of inferiors, white noise drowned out by wails of the cunted rabble he leaves in his wake.
In fact, it’s God Alphas like Master Jase that really convinced me that, at least at a certain power level, there is absolutely no difference between straight and gay Alphas. I’ve intimately known and met God Alphas (both straight and gay), and they all want the same thing: ultimate power. It’s expressed in different ways, but the end result is always the same.
I’ve heard a lot of differing opinions from people about that DFR the other day. It’s been a healthy conversation. But ultimately, I defer to Alphas like Master Jase, true leaders who see the clearest perched at the top of the hierarchy!
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 thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
You can access PART ONE of this series by CLICKING HERE.
Master Jase is not simply a God Alpha with impressive physical attributes (huge dick, bodybuilder musculature, and raging dominance), but he also possesses the mind of a scientist or skilled surgeon. His depth of understanding of hierarchy is as deep and as studied as anyone I’ve ever known. My consultations with him on the subject are deep and rich and infinitely rewarding.
Master Jase recently gave me a rare first class opportunity to peer into his mind and thought process as he extensively mapped out and executed a plan to mentor a young bisexual Alpha named Jake on how to cunt and own faggots.
In the first part we were introduced to Alpha Jake and his older faggot brother Tyler. Master Jase set up some of what was to come, but here we start to see Master Jase’s masterplan really take shape.
Update on training Jake as an emerging alpha and Tyler to be a well-cunted and trained fag. There is a routine whenever I visit. Jake has been present every session. He greets me by kneeling down, pulling out my god cock, and kissing the tip before worshipping and making love to my cock and balls.
Make no mistake, fag. Jake is still an alpha, and has the build, confidence, and quiet, masculine power you couldn’t fathom. Yet he knows his place as he leans his face against the immense weight of my cock dwarfing his face. Looking up at me with admiration and awe.
I won’t lie, fag. I have a deep urge to take over, grip him as I would my submissives, and reshape him sexually, but I resist. I know that day won’t be far where he, an alpha confident in his own ways, recognises the need and yearning to submit to his superior alpha.
Tyler, the faggot brother, is always by the side. I see the mixture of envy, disbelief, but above all, desire as he watches his younger brother surrender himself to my domination. I see how he bounces and twitches and flexes his back and body, as if imagining that it was his pussy and his mouth my massive cock was pillaging. When I deem Jake’s worship to be satisfactory, I hold Jake’s head still. He knows and gives me cock one final lick or kiss before standing up, and he always looks beautiful with his untrained, sore lips smeared in my pre, his spit and tears. His service over, I allow him to pull out his own cock.
We sit where we want, and I ask Jake about his feelings, answer questions, teach more about domination and submission or discuss different aspects of alphahood. The fag is acknowledged for the first time, as I order and gesture him to serve. We talk, and the slut sucks my toes, kisses and massages my leg muscles, gags and chokes himself on my cock, breathes deep under my heavy balls.
As of now, Jake is still exploring his own alphahood. He has leanings towards findom that I do not, he admires my brutality but knows that he cannot match me. I assured him that every alpha is unique and that surely his current sluts love how he controls them. You should see how proud he gets as he describes how he sexually and emotionally rules over his fags.
Jake is not uncomfortable seeing his brother serve me as we talk. In fact, he seems to revel in it with each visit. I told him not to touch his cock, but with the way his cock bounces, leaks, and visibly gets harder, I can tell he is very much into seeing his slut bro being used.
He is still banned from sexually using his brother. I know from our talks that he still admires his brother, but is now overlapping the fag imagery of his slut brother over that of the powerful built idol he remembers. At times, I turn Tyler so his pussy faces Jake, and I tell Jake to play with the plug that his fag bro uses to warm up his insides for my cock. One day, I will allow Jake to use and fuck his faggot brother. I am training Tyler for that day. But not yet.
I know it gives both Jake and the faggot a thrill when I end the discussion and haul up the fag’s massive muscled body with ease and carry him like a prize trophy into his room. One time, I directly thrust my giant cock into his pussy and carried him to his room, mounted and stuffed while he moaned and squirmed in my arms.
The cunting always last multiple hours. I am brutality, aggression, power, dominance. I do not muffle the fierce rutting, ensuring that Jake hears every second of the vigorous cunting. Recently I allowed to kneel at the doorway as I expertly fuck his once powerful brother. When I am done reducing the fag into a limp, ruined, gaping and seed-filled mess, before I leave, Jake again kisses and tastes my cock that had just dominated and savagely churned out his faggot brother.
Two days ago, Jake surprised me by having one of the guys he fucks at ready, next to his fag bro. Jake worships me nonetheless, but when we talk, he learns from me and has his own fag serving and worshiping his cock. He watches as we talk, mimicking me when I fuck his fag bro’s throat mercilessly, controlling the fag’s head to give him breath while making him breathe in my musk, smacking his fag’s face with his cock as I do, complimenting and commanding his fag when I call Tyler a ‘good boy’ or ‘suck harder bitch’, etc.
I could tell he had to ease off before he cums, when he would hold his fag’s head still and pant, but he had good control and lasted through our talk. I was impressed with how far he came, and with the look in his fag’s eyes and his noises, his fag was very appreciative of the more dominant nature of his master.
Cunting Tyler was even more virile, as I was pumped from witnessing the growth of Jake learning to use his fag. Slamming and crushing his body with my immense strength, jackhammering his reshaped pussy and breeding its gaped and ruined insides. As I use his dazed face to clean my cock, I hear from outside the distinct sounds of a cock rutting inside a pussy and the whimpering responses of a fag being well-fucked.
Jake doesn’t have my stamina or strength. I am incomparable in that regard. Nevertheless, he was able to continually fuck his own fag with breaks, no doubt spurred on by what he hears and knows happens in his brother’s room.
After I finish that session’s cunting and leave my fag blacked out, I exit and hear the squishing melody of lips servicing cock. Jake is spearing his fag’s throat, and as he sees me, still keeping his cock in his fag’s throat, bends down slightly and take my cock in his mouth. Just as routine.
I ruffle his hair, calling him my good boy. He moans around my cock in reply and thanks. I pulled his head up to meet my eyes with his and told him that next time, I’ll teach him how to cunt his fag. I’ve told him about it, but never demonstrated. I could see and sense Jake instantly relieving another load into his fag’s throat from the thought.
That will happen in two days time. I am eager to share with Jake the thrill and virility an alpha feels when he cunts a fag into that incomprehensible state of bliss all you faggots crave and desire.
This second phase of Master Jase’s plan to groom young Master Jake and teach him about the power of cunting is where things get really interesting. It’s a methodical approach, with each step used to help Master Jake accept and embrace the natural power he actually has!
I love that Master Jake was able to witness a true God Alpha at work. It helps him understand just how far he can really push fags in order to fulfill both himself and them. It reveals exactly what fags need in order to be obedient and centered.
But this is only the start. In the next part, Master Jase makes his next dramatic move with Master Jase that will teach Master Jake what cunting does within an Alpha hierarchy!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 23-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard directly from Master Anthony, the French God Alpha and owner of my little brother Fabien. Over the last year or so Master Anthony has been enjoying his superior life in the best ways possible, traveling to various countries with his Alpha pack and stable of faggots in tow. He’s fucked countless females and bred fags too many times to track. It’s all a typical part of “Alpha ascension”.
Master Anthony just turned 23 years old the other day. Imagine being 23 years old and essentially worshiped everywhere you go! A faggot like me can’t even imagine it! Meanwhile, a 23rd birthday is just another day in a glorious like few Men can comprehend.
But my little brother Fabien wasn’t about to let Master’s special day pass without once more going above and beyond to please him!
Hey boy
A few news about my life, as I know you love it ! Last week was my 23th birthday. My slave had prepared a nice surprise for me. He had contacted several of my other stooges (from college or elsewhere) and of my bros’ servants (I think you know some of them, Clément and Basile). When I came out of my room, irritated that my house slave hadn’t brought me my breakfast, I found myself surrounded by fifteen boys kneeling in the living room! They all shouted, “GLORY AND HONOR TO MASTER ANTHONY, GOD AMONG MEN!” and bowed down! It was so funny! I walked past each of them to let them kiss my feet, and I distinguished some of them by putting my foot or hand on their heads. And Fabien sucked my cock in front of everyone! The envy on the faces of the others, OMG!
Of course, all those little whores were throat- and ass-fucked by me and my friends during our party all afternoon and evening! My best mate Henri wanted to throw my birthday party at his house (he lives in a house with his parents, who were away last weekend). It was super fun! There were a few beta boys from college, one of whom came with his girlfriend. He had to lick my feet while I kissed the girl and then while she sucked me off! I loved it! It feels so good to humiliate straight guys and make them accept my superiority! I can still see myself slumped in the chair, with Fabien massaging my back, the pretty girl’s mouth around my cock, and her “boyfriend” on the ground licking my toes! SO GOOD!
And Fabien is still as flawless as ever. He’s been bulking up lately, at my request. I decided to have him do workout and not just accompany me to the gym. He’s already good-looking, but I want a more muscular slave. I think it reflects well on me, and I feel powerful dominating a very masculine slave. Sometimes I randomly order him to do push-ups, and I count! I place my foot so that he kisses it with each push-up. I know it motivates him! LOL
Next time maybe I’ll tell you how I’m subduing a teaching assistant at the university! LOL Bye, fag!
I love how Fabien came up with the idea of surprising his Master by using a naturally-occurring resource within their circle: a stable of faggots! Having them all kneeling in submission to Master Anthony when he woke up was genius! How on earth can Master Anthony think of himself as anything other than a God Alpha given these kinds of displays of loyal worship?
Of course, I’ve long maintained that Alpha ascension really doesn’t happen without the assistance of a great faggot. This is especially true with straight Alphas like Master Anthony. A great faggot serves without issue, always loyal and forward-thinking, and cherishes even the smallest opportunities to please its Owner.
That describes Fabien perfectly. Unlike many selfish fags, Fabien gladly shares his Master with other faggots (even teaching them how to serve him!), or serving humbly as Master uses females for pleasure. Fabien does all of this work full of joy and appreciation, but also free of jealousy. That’s a huge trick few faggots pull off!
I love the detail Master Anthony added at the end about transforming Fabien’s body. That shows Master Anthony is taking a vested interest in creating a faggot that reflects his own superiority. After all, a God Alpha shouldn’t be served by unappealing faggots, right?
Master Anthony is one of my favorite Alphas because he approaches his superiority casually and seems to truly love owning faggots as part of his growing kingdom. It’s such a privilege to be a part of that kingdom!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Cunting is an integral tool Alphas use to finalize their ownership of their faggots. It puts an exclamation point on the end of the takeover process, firmly and finally cementing the roles between Alpha and faggot. Once a faggot is cunted, there is no longer any questions about ownership or who wields the power in the dynamic.
But what about an Alpha cunting an Alpha? Does it work the same?
I’ve certainly covered Alphas breeding Alphas. From Master Chad breeding virtually every Alpha on Hierarchy Island to Master Lorenzo’s breeding of Master Jose, there have been quite a few examples laid out of both the events themselves as well as the aftereffects.
But cunting isn’t the same as breeding. It’s more intense, more humbling, and more vulnerable than what Alphas typically experience. And to my knowledge, I’ve never heard of an Alpha cunting another Alpha before, but I guess it never crossed my mind.
It also never crossed my mind that cunting could be used in Alpha mentorship. Of course, a God Alpha like Master Jase does think in those terms, which is why I wasn’t terribly surprised when Master Jase opened this conversation:
A responsibility of an alpha that I believe in is nurturing not just fags and sluts in their roles, but potential other Alphas. I feel like it is not a talked often point. The past couple weeks, I have had the pleasure of starting to shape and guide a young Alpha. But I do have a question of my own at the end of this.
A recent fag of mine is a military man. Let’s call him Tyler. Tall, muscled, oozes masculine energy, all that strength was turned into one of subservience by my raw power and dominance. I easily subjugated him both in strength and sex, twisting his arms while I buried his face in my crotch, stepping on his face as he laid wasted on the ground, making him take my massive cock down his throat and powerfully breaking his hole into a reshaped cunt for my cock and seed.
It’s been a couple months, and Tyler, while making good progress, has still yet to take all of my god cock inside him. During this New Years, he beggingly asked if I could train him harder so he’ll able to take me completely. There was no better place than his own home, and I’ve been ravaging him every three days and wasting him.
Last week, Tyler told me that his younger brother would be staying with him, and asked if that would trouble me. I told him that serving me was what should be most important on his mind, regardless of whether his brother was around. That he shouldn’t be tense about letting his younger brother know he was a slut to a superior man.
I met his younger brother one night after I had fucked Tyler into a wasted, bred mess. Jake was his name. I appraised him as he did me, and a sense came over me that he was more commanding than he appeared to be. That was he was more of a leader than the fag I had just finished ruining. I only nodded at him and him me before I left.
The next time, Jake was there from start to end of when I was using Tyler. He was the first to ask me, “So you’re the guy who made my brother into a cock slut.” He said that Tyler had come clean to him that he was a bottom and sub. That he didn’t expect his military brother to be a slut. I asked him if that was a problem, and he said no, and telling me, “I’ve fucked guys and girls myself.”
At that point I think I felt the sense that he was also an alpha. I sat down and we talked. He told me about how he got off on commanding both guys and girls to suck and worship him. How he took control in his friendship group and led events and ideas. How he felt right being the one to order people around.
In return, I told him about alphahood. About the differences between him and other men, that there were levels to masculine dominance and power. That it was his right to own and rule over others, but that he had duties and responsibilities for the care and treatment of his sluts.
It was no question that I was still superior to Jake. Through our conversation, he slowly got more hard. I told him to strip, and at first he resisted, but I stood, staring at him, and he obeyed. I taught him his first lesson that there was hierarchy even between alphas. The first was a cock comparison; he was shocked that I outsized him by a significant amount.
The second was when he made a comment that he “never thought an Asian could fuck other men”. To that, I told him to kneel. And told him that alphas come in all shapes and sizes, and that he should never make assumptions. I then told him to kiss my cock that had just finished seeding his brother. He was hesitant at first, but as I stood over him, he slowly did. I then let him sit back next to me, but I kept my cock out of my shorts while he was completely naked, a physical sign that I was the dominant one and in control.
I then told him that he and Tyler could talk about the differences between themselves. How they individually feel around other men, how they view control, and the difference in his thought process compared to his fag brother’s. He was a bit iffy about me calling his brother a fag, but I told him, for men like Tyler, there was no greater compliment than calling him a good fag.
Before I left, I also told him that he was not allowed to physically touch Tyler without my permission. That I would be back in a couple days to teach him more.
My question to you, fag Sam. Do you think it would be a good idea to slowly teach Jake about alphahood by using his brother as a fag example? By that, I mean dominating his brother in front of him. Verbally, mentally, and physically. Showing all sides of my aggressive and brutal alphahood to Jake by using his fag brother. I have a certain thrill from thinking of doing so, but I would like a second opinion as to whether it would be appropriate.
Of course I agreed that Master Jase should do all of those things in order to teach Alpha Jake about these intimate truths both about his brother as well as himself (as if I would ever argue with Master Jase about anything!).
So Master Jase began to formulate a training plan for both Tyler the faggot and his brother Alpha Jake:
Of course, I made sure Jake understood his position. He is still an alpha in training. He’s fucked guys and girls and no doubt proud of it. But he has yet to understand the power dynamic and hierarchy. How to both firmly and fairly treat the fags and sluts we own. How alphas are right to take what we wish, but also how we are to balance our needs and desires with responsibilities.
Most importantly, for me at least as a breeder god alpha. He has not experienced cunting out a slut of his own yet. I asked him whether he has had a boy or girl completely surrender themselves both body and soul on his cock and to his dominance and he said that he’s only fucked them to exhaustion, and not to that level that I said.
One of my lessons will be cunting out his fag brother in front of him. So he can visibly see the difference between how normal dominance is, and how an alpha truly breaks and tames a faggot slut. And Jake’s role will be to thank me and kiss my cock and body as I wish. To respect me as a god alpha taking my time to help guide him.
I do plan to eventually slide Jake’s ass on my giant cock. To let him feel first hand my virility and power. And I’ll seed him after I have cunted him, in the way I have done to alphas before him. It will be a slow process. I am training Tyler in two days, and I plan on having Jake close by to listen. Not to watch, not to be there in the room where I will cunt out Tyler all over again, but to hear the sounds of an alpha destroying a muscled fag and the noises his fag brother will produce.
One of the goals is to further remove any lingering thoughts that an Asian cannot be as dominant and powerfully masculine. He admitted his wrong, and understood his place when he kissed my cock, but a lesson repeated is a lesson well learnt. And once I have deemed him capable. I will then allow him to brutally use his own faggot brother.
It may take weeks, but I am looking forward to nurturing alpha talent. Jake is the first of such young age that I have claimed and taken under my wing. There is some level of thrill in it. To give some context, Jake is barely 20 in his second year of university. Tyler is 28 years old.
There is no machine known to the natural world more suited to cunting males as Master Jase. His giant dick and unspeakable power vibrates the walls of whatever room he enters, forcing every other male to assume some level of submissive posture. He has cunted more males than other Alphas have even fucked. But he also takes Alpha mentorship as seriously as he does faggot training. He deeply respects hierarchy in ways that even put me to shame. We both respect it in quasi-religious terms.
If any Alpha wanted to be cunted by another Alpha and still retain his respect as an Alpha, Master Jase is that God Alpha. He knows very well the secret thoughts Alphas hide inside them, and he knows how to nurture those feelings through a variety of means, including cunting.
I’m splitting this important teaching into parts because I believe it tells us much about Alphahood, the relationships between Alphas, and the power of mentorship for Alphas. This is a powerful lesson all students of hierarchy need to learn and absorb, because it forms the foundation of the foundation of our society.
Hi Sam, Recently I came across some of your posts on X where you claimed that Straight Alphas say gay Alphas are below them in the hierarchy. I’ll start by saying that I agree with them. I truly believe that Straight Men are superior and that gay Alphas are below any Straight Man, but that’s not the main point. Even if we want to indulge the idea that gay Alphas could be equal to Straight Men, or even Straight Alphas, because of how they treat others and how they act, it’s clear as day that they don’t get respected by Straight Men simply because they are gay. The hierarchy is a social pyramid based mainly on sexual power, and the fact that gay Alphas, as gay males, could potentially be attracted to a Straight Man gives them a natural weakness and makes them inferior to a Straight Man, let alone a Straight Alpha, because the Straight Man holds power over the gay Alpha. To me, that doesn’t mean gay Alphas don’t exist, but rather that they are below Straight Men. We can see this everywhere, the number of dominant “Alpha” tops who have confessed that they would submit to real men, meaning Straight Men, is astounding. I’m not judging them, actually, I support this. I just don’t understand how you can believe they are equal to Straight Men or even Straight Alphas. Part of me wants to understand you and believe you, but I just can’t see that.
Thank you for the question/observation!
I’m not going to argue, because you make a salient point here. I would be inclined to agree with you based on that reasoning.
I remember back in the very early days of this site my pyramid looked significantly different. In that version I split the triangle down the middle, with one side a shade darker than the other to denote the gay versions of each level. After a significant amount of pressure from many including gay Alphas (for homophobia, no less!), I altered it. So you can see from my past stances that I’m not traditionally far off from your conclusion within myself.
I do think procreation itself is an argument for a lowered status for gay Alphas, but your additional reasoning makes a good case even stronger. However, I do think it’s more of a case of adjustment within Alpha hierarchy as opposed to an adjustment to the entire pyramid.
I’m happy to entertain more thoughts on this! Thanks again!
