This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
In the history of this site, I’ve covered some Alphas so powerful that they feel dangerous even in writing. These are God Alphas who are less human and more like elemental forces of nature.
Among these, Master Chad reigns supreme.
Master Chad is the straight Alpha son of God Alpha Dino. I was there when Master Dino taught his prolifically-fertile firstborn about the purpose of faggots, and Master Chad responded by breeding fags with as much gusto as he bred females. The humans inhabiting his planet are merely toys with holes for him to fill with his prodigious cumshots.
Today Master Chad lives in his perfect place, leading Hierarchy Island, killing game, and being served by an army of faggots and females while ruling alongside a handful of Alphas. It’s an idyllic existence for sure.
At Master Chad’s feet are 13 biological sons, gathered to him on the island from the various female incubators he’s impregnated. Statistically-speaking, not all of his boys would be Alpha. But what if some of them were actually faggots?
Listen to what Master Chad is discovering:
Sup cockjockey,
Dino mentioned rappin with ya this morning and it got Me thinking. Maybe ya heard about this kind of situation I got on My hands cause even Pop is uncertain how to deal.
For sure 2 of My boys are fags. Gavin and Justin display all the signs but Gavin is different. Tough as an Alpha but definitely not one. For instance, he goes up against any of his brothers but steals My fuckin dirty socks for God knows what. He sneaks around at night to watch Me fuck. I catch him sleeping with My boxers covering his face. I sleep like im dead so who knows if the little fuck is licking My nuts and shit while I’m sawin logs. LMFAO I am his focus. It’s a lot like bunny’s need for Pop growing up so I know I got another bunny in him. But here’s the deal, say c.c. brings Me a beer. Gavin will go get another can, set it beside Me and take the one his mother brought and throw it away. Then the fucker will just beam a smile at Me. Once Cal got My jacket for Me and Gavin punched Him in the nuts and snatched the jacket away and brought it to Me. He’s on Me every second and fights his brothers if they dare to interrupt his playtime with Me. He’ll sneak in bed with Me and c.c. at night and I find him with his face in My crotch or My pit. Little fucker wants his Daddy all to himself and will fight anybody, even adults who try to horn in on his scene. Goddamn faggot, He’s so into Me I already know what’s gonna go down one day, right cumhole? The looks he gives Me sometimes are fuckin pure unadulterated lust. A fuckin 8 year old is slobbering for My cock without even knowing what his feelings mean. All he knows is he wants Daddy’s attention and does his best to outdo everyone else to please Daddy, and to be near Me. Fucker can hold his own against his superior Brother, the Prince. Mommy is the only tough faggot I know of but I don’t know how she balanced all that. I miss her badly. I wish I could talk to her about this shit. She’d know exactly how to handle this. Poor c.c., she understands Gavin’s desires but it still hurts her a bit that the child she loves and raises gets pissed like it’s a competition for Me. She’s managed to make a game of some shit she does for Me by including him and it’s helped. But I still got the rough stuff to deal with. What do I do with a baby faggot in love with Me and willing to fight everybody to capture My sole attention? Fatherhood is, at one and the same time, fun as fuck and harder than My cock after a week of no sex. Pop has told Me how He’d handled bunny but she’s a pussy. Gavin is not.
Well cumhole, what’s your ideas on the subject. Ever met a subservient faggot who could beat ya up? Ever heard of anything like this before? Get back to Me when ya can.
It’s crazy to imagine Master Chad being lusted over by one of his faggot sons. Of course, Gavin is too young to even understand what he’s doing. It’s pure instinct driving Gavin’s actions, a primordial faghood working itself out.
I’m sure most fathers (Alpha or not) would react in horror if their sons acted like this. I know mine did. However, Master Chad is accustomed to his overwhelming presence forcing subs into deep submission to him. Gavin’s actions are less surprising and more about revelation.
This type of situation, one that so often results in broken relationships, can be handled effectively because Master Chad knows hierarchy so well. Hell, he DEFINES hierarchy! This is why I’m so adamant that people learn hierarchical mechanics. It gives insight where was once only fear.
In terms of what to do, I don’t think there really is anything to do. Gavin is too young to know what he’s doing. Scolding him will only confuse him more.
Just let him grow into whatever nature intends. If Gavin truly is a faggot, then there is no better place for him to embrace his purpose!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the blessed life of gay God Alpha Dean, twin brother of his faggot Jimmy and part of the Hierarchical family of God Alpha Dino. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
It’s rare for me to receive updates from God Alpha Dino’s Hierarchy Island anymore. I’m not surprised. It’s literally a paradise there, and it’s a daily cocktail of Alphas hunting for fresh food and breeding faggots/females while their small army of faggots tend to their needs and the needs of their (claimed) children. Every so often I drop them a note to check in, but those go unanswered amidst the adventure of their lives today.
But occasionally something dramatic happens to them that reminds them that they still live in the real world, and then I’ll hear from them.
This time, however, it was truly scary. My precious little brother Jimmy, the ever-loyal fag and twin brother of God Alpha Dean, developed a serious heart condition that required emergency surgery. Needless to say I was petrified, and I hated being so trapped and powerless to help.
So many thoughts went through my head. What will happen to Master Dean and his young son they were raising together? Will the extended family on the island be able to handle the loss of their new matriarch faggot so soon after the death of Master Dino’s fag wife Jamie?
So I waited and waited, occasionally prodding for updates as the family traveled to the mainland for Jimmy’s medical treatment.
Then, I finally heard from Master Dean:
Good day little one,
I regret the delay of this correspondence but bunny’s health was and is of the utmost importance. We are assured of My baby’s complete recovery now. I shall allow her to write soon. As of now she cannot receive enough of My attention and ravishes Me at every opportunity with a conviction that almost unsettles Me. Our first full copulation after many weeks was a symphony of love, dominance, and servile poetry. After hours of gentle coupling bunny became an electric outlet for the power of My mind and penis. Never have I adored My bunny more, and the experience lives within Us still. We were expected last week at home but I cannot bear yet to shatter this magic spell between lovers, brothers, and Master and slave. My soul has been enriched while bunny’s has been nourished, in ways unique to the both of us-yet fulfilling both.
Phillip’s joy stayed with Us whenever He was working to help bunny and to provide service for Me. Once bunny was allowed to orally service Men, Chad and Calvin both came over and came in her. Lol She ached for Chadwick, naturally. That is one of the items tugging her heart for home-she’s dying for Chadwick’s ample penis and his special way of using and denigrating her mind and body. He has that unique understanding of each faggot’s personal emotional g-spot and destroys it in the best possible way. mommy used to live for his ‘little abused boy’ routine, as if she were perverting Him instead of the opposite happening. My Brother is a God.
The other tug on both of Us is Our Son. Even though We speak daily on Skype, Our hearts are heavy to parent Our amazing Son. He and the Prince are just as Chad and I were-strong confident Brothers who are inseparable and unstoppable in having exactly what they want. They still need much guidance and I’m aware of the rough and tumble times ahead but love, teaching, and displine will create future Gods that women will desire, Men will envy, and faggots will push themselves to unending limits for Their attentions.
I’ve decided We shall return to the island Monday. I’ll tell the faggots to prepare. Between you and I, little one, this Alpha God has an extremely sore penis. My scrotum has never felt as, as empty as in this moment. I am dehydrated and thirst for water. I, too, need a bit of recovery.
Good day, little one. I wish you all the best.
Master Dean, God Alpha
Oh how I miss Master Dean’s eloquent missives! He expresses his dominance and control in ways that give me a wide-on of my mind as well as my pussy!
I’m just so relieved that little Jimmy went through surgery successfully and has returned to Hierarchy Island to do what he does (and loves) best: SERVE. I’m not sure there is a faggot on earth who hungers for Alpha cock and cum more than Jimmy (Jamie taught him well!), and on the island there is more than enough of that!
But Jimmy is more than a terrific faggot. He’s the emotional and spiritual heart of the island, an exemplary mentor faggot just like his Mom, Jamie. I never stop beaming with joy, love, and pride because of my baby brother!
I did receive a message from Jimmy after Master Dean wrote to me:
Hi brother! It’s me bunny! i’m really doing fine. Daddy’s coming to help us go home to the island FINALLY! i was scared but Dino, My King kept me sane and made me feel safe and loved. Oh sam he is the MOST wonderful Man EVER!! i can’t deserve the Master i have. No way! i wish i had time to tell you how awesome He’s been to me. i need to go home and service the Men! i missed them so bad! Well some of them came to see me and feed me! Hehehe
King says i have to go. It’s time for my bath and then me and King and joy are going to watch a movie. Bye brother! Thanks for caring about me. i missed you and the rainbow too but i MISS my baby boy. He’s got so big while i been gone! He cries for us both!
Yes, I think little Jimmy is going to be just fine!
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Kamal initially asked for me help to approach his Alpha uncle Farid, I was almost as nervous as Kamal for multiple reasons. First of all, I’m always uncomfortable about service arrangements among members of a family given the risk of fallout. I was also nervous about the potential culture issues involved with this arrangement. All of that anxiety was piled on top of the typical concerns we fags have about offering ourselves to straight Alphas.
Kamal followed my recommendations, and quite frankly his uncle Farid responded in such a surprising way that even I was taken aback (it takes a lot to shock me).
Ever since I published that last post, I’ve been waiting anxiously for a follow-up. Last night that response arrived, and it couldn’t be any better!
READ THIS:
Sam,
You thought me insane for not surrendering immediately, but you misunderstand—I was ready to collapse at his feet that very night. It was Farid who imposed the delay. He wanted me to sit with his offer, to be certain I understood the weight of what I was choosing. He would not let me rush into his possession until he was satisfied I had truly considered the cost.
I waited. I thought. And when I knew—when I was certain—I went to him.
I knocked timidly on his study door. He called for me to enter, and when I stepped inside, he did not gesture toward the couch where we have had so many proper conversations. Instead, he turned in his chair to face me fully, and he spread his legs wide, and he gestured to the floor between his sinfully inviting thighs.
I went to him. I knelt there, looking down at the carpet, but he said, “Put your hands on my thighs and look at me.”
I moved further in between his legs, close enough that the air I breathed off his crotch was not only scented but warm. I placed my trembling hands on his thighs and looked up into his eyes. I held his gaze for a few seconds, but the intensity of it—of him looking down at me from that position, of what I was agreeing to become—overwhelmed me, and I placed my head on his left thigh, my nose almost touching the middle seam of his trousers, and I breathed deep.
I heard my uncle’s breath hitch in response. His hand came to rest on my forehead, but instead of the paternal love that gesture usually signifies, his hand crushed my face into his crotch, and I was grateful—so grateful—that the choice was taken from me, that I did not have to act on the desire to do just that but that he made me, and that made it somehow more beautiful.
But just as quickly as his hand had crushed my face into his body, it left, and his voice said, “Kamal, I want you to know that whatever you say to me tonight, all we will do is speak. I will not take you even if you have come to tell me you want it. I will not have you look back on this night and think I guided your responses somehow because I wanted you. Don’t mistake me; I want you. I want you desperately. But tonight I will hear your answer, nothing more. My darling boy, don’t be afraid. Whatever you have to say to me, I will love you like I always have. My love is not on the table. It is not part of any deal. It is there for you always.”
I looked up at him and said, “Uncle, everything you say to me, every memory I have of loving you and you loving me, convinces me that this is the right thing for me. To belong to you. I have come to tell you that I accept your terms. You fill me with joy, uncle. You always have. And I can’t wait for you to fill me with a more selfish love. With your need and your desire. I am made for you. I am the luckiest faggot in the world that you not only want me but refuse to stop loving me. I have thought this through like you commanded, and I am yours.”
My uncle smiled at me and said, “Kamal…”. His voice broke a little as he said my name. “Kamal, go to your room and sleep. You have made your choice and I respect that. Go and sleep your last night as your own man. Tomorrow when you wake you will be mine.”
I came to my room, and wrote this email.
And I am going to sleep now to dream of what tomorrow’s Sun will look like.
Kamal.
ASTOUNDING!!
I cannot express my joy and pride properly in the face of Kamal’s open-hearted courage! Just speechless!
This is what can happen when a faggot’s need to be useful in service to an Alpha overcomes fear! A faggot must want the fulfillment more than it fears punishment or anger!
Now, I didn’t think Master Farid was going to hurt Kamal. However, there could’ve been emotional rejection that in many ways is much worse than being beaten or punished!
I just cannot believe that Master Farid admitted that he’s wanted to own his faggot nephew for a long time! Once again, you do not know what it going through the minds of Alphas around us, regardless of whether they’re straight or not!
So now Kamal gets to wake up to a new existence as the property of Master Farid! He’s an OWNED FAGGOT!
Hey bro. Long time sub fag here. Was never really close with my younger brother growing up, but now that we are both grown, we have been reconnecting. He knows i am gay and into fetish, and has told me that he and his wife are into kink. He is moving soon and will be about an hour away. i woke up this morning with my nub straining in its cage, was thinking about what if he knew i was a faggot and decided to make me serve Him. Not sure how to fully admit to him that i am a fag and ask if he is an alpha and i would be ok if he decided to follow the hierarchy.
Thank you for writing!
I would start with asking him if he considers himself to be Alpha. It’s likely he does (unless the “kink” they’re into is beta-sub/Domme nonsense). That’ll open him up to a discussion about hierarchy and your place in it.
Remember: he’s your brother, and he’s open-minded. You’re safe.
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!
Alphas are pretty irresistible. They typically have the charisma, confidence, and authority to demand whatever they want and lesser ones usually comply. And when they don’t comply … well, Alphas have the strength to take it anyway.
Let’s just say they don’t meet with resistance from inferiors very often.
But Queen Sophie isn’t a typical woman. She’s a proud Spartan woman, mother of a developing God Alpha named Master Lucas. She reveres hierarchy, and doesn’t allow anything to interfere with her purpose within it.
See what I mean:
My good sam,
Raphael and I just went through our first hurdle, but I think we overcame it just fine.
Yesterday, Raphel invited me to dinner. Actually, I should say that he summoned me, as it was clearly meant as a order I would better not disobey to. We had a wonderful evening, and I invited him up to my place for one last drink. Then he told me that on Monday he was leaving on a two-week business trip to a beautiful place by the sea, and that he wanted me to come with him to keep him company.
I had to answer him that: “My love, thank you so much for this honor. But I have to decline the offer. My son is coming home from summer camp next week. I’ll be able to spend the end of August with him. I absolutely can’t miss that.” Raphael seemed a little surprised and calmly replied. “I must have been unclear. I’m telling you to come with me to support me and to spend a lot of quality time together. Surely you realize what a privilege it is.”His calm authority gave me chills, but the Spartan Mother in me couldn’t back down. I stood up and firmly reiterated my position. “Raphael, you are my superior and we both know it. I love you and I respect you very deeply. I truly long to be yours and to wholeheartedly serve you. But never ask me to chose between you and my son, because you will never win. I’ve already renounced a man I worshipped with all my heart for my Lucas. I would do it again without a moment of hesitation.”
For a short moment, I thought I was going to lose my chance with this Alpha Man who had chosen me. I was ready for it. I would gladly give up a lifetime at the feet and in the arms of a God Alpha just for one hour spent with my Lucas.
But Raphael stood in front of me and grabbed my chin and said. “Such a fierce mother. I love that. I will never stand between you and your son. You’ll always be a mother. But as a woman, you will be all mine.” Immediately, I felt my anger fade away and I thanked him.
He said “I allow you to spend the last weeks of August with your beloved son. But you’re gonna have to make it up to me.” Then I was weak and submissive once again. “Yes of course, Sir, I will make it up to you, I promise. I beg you, tell me what I can do for your pleasure? Anything, Raphael, Sir.” He hugged me tight and grabbed my bottom. “Let’s go to bed. I want to explore your body. And try out another hole.”
I think you can guess what happened. While we were making love last night, Raphael sodomized me. It was the very first time a man had penetrated me anally. Even Lucas’s father never did. And despite the pain, I enjoyed it much more than I expected… Because I knew it was making him happy and boosting his power.
This morning, I woke him up with a passionate blowjob. I was thrilled to hear him moaning of pleasure. I swallowed his semen with delight… He then asked for his own breakfast, saying that now that he’d given me mine, it was his turn! I brought it to him in bed on a tray, and I massaged and kissed his feet while he ate, under his delighted gaze.
Before leaving, as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, he whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t always fuck you in the ass. I love your pussy too much. And anyway, one day or another, I’ll put my child in you. You’re such a great mother.” I felt overjoyed. But let’s not rush things!
Raphael is busy until late today, but he’s asked me to come over to his place tonight to stay with him until he leaves on Monday. Of course, I’m looking forward to obeying him and finally getting to see his place! I’ll pack his things like a good submissive woman, and I’ll give him something to remember me and make him want to come back!
There was a brief moment of panic when I read how she respectfully stood up to Master Raphael’s demand, but Master Raphael passed this test perfectly by honoring her courage and her devotion to Master Lucas! This truly reveals the great depth of Master Raphael’s power! Really breathtaking King!
Now, let me ask: does anyone understand why Master Raphael fucked Sophie in the ass that night?
Here’s why: psychologically-speaking Alphas will always seek the more dominant position. This happens instinctively, subconsciously. So when he conceded “power” to Sophie’s demands, Master Raphael’s innate need to dominate demanded a power exchange.
The demand to take her in the ass was that power exchange. Master Raphael was demonstrating that he still rules, that his cock still reigns supreme. It’s a classic power move by a straight God Alpha like Master Raphael!
I’m very proud of my Queen Sophie for her impassioned defense of her relationship with Master Lucas! That was the right thing to do! And ultimately that stance will resonate with Master Raphael for a long time. He will be proud to own a woman with the backbone and the pride to defend her children and her legacy.
He will own not just a woman, but a Spartan woman! And she will be his Queen!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ever since I first met Titouan, there has always been one consistent aspect of his life: he lives to fulfill his purpose as a servant of Men. He craves it like breathing. Unlike many other fags I’ve featured here over the years, Titouan serves ALL MEN of practically any age. He just recognizes and accepts his purpose that deeply.
The summer of 2026 is turning out to be Titouan’s most prolific one to date. In addition to serving his married Master, Titouan has gone on holiday and served some younger Alphas, too.
Now this happened:
Hello, i thought i could give some news, it soon will be the end of holiday in south Fr. i spent a few afternoons at beach, some moments had to be with my family, some with a group of other young guys and girls. So hot to see the other boys, some already real young Alphas in their bulging swimwear, but most seem mainly attracted by the tiny bikinis that french highschool girls love to wear to excite boys.
i feel very jealous of these other boys and their inferior, increasing my envy of serving one Alpha.
After a frustrating week, I became a lucky young faggot last Tuesday. i had left the beach alone to buy icecream and was sitting in the above promenade when a man sat next to me and began to ask questions. I had previously seen him on beach and thought that’s a sexy mature man but just a family straight daddy. Yes that’s what he is, but also an Alpha very interested in a boy like me. When he said “j’adore te voir lécher ta glace, minet” (“I love to see you licking your ice cream, twink”) and seemed very excited, no more doubt. I said ok to go with him on Wednesday afternoon, we went with his car to a very discreet place a few km far from seaside. Same sort of Alpha as the one I serve in Paris, mature, hairy, dominant, thinking only of his pleasure. He said I’m quite the sort of twink he loves. He laughed “ridicule ton slip et ta bite de gamin” (“your briefs and dick of little boy”) then ordered “à genoux,pédale” (“on your knees, faggot”). He made me respect the fair hierarchy, he spanked my butt, then i had to lick his big balls, to lick his ass, to suck his big dick, he made it last, got the huge pleasure he deserves, i was only there for that. Don’t know if opportunity to do it again before end of this holiday (not easy with my family and his own), i hope, anyway in my opinion nothing better than a Daddy boy relationship and for me being the young faggot of a real man.
See what I mean?
Titouan is always on the hunt for an Alpha in need, and he’s always prepared to submit long before an Alpha makes a move on him. It’s this kind of mental preparation that has led to Titouan’s success.
But if a faggot wants to successfully serve straight Alphas, it needs to be discreet and humble. Titouan has both of those qualities.
Notice what happened a few days later:
this Sat. morning I had to go with my mother and sisters to an outside market (as there are many here in Provence). We were leaving when twenty meters from us i see the mature Alpha I “met” three days ago (previous message…) with his teen daughters. He saw me too. Of course not a word and my family didn’t realise anything. But I felt so excited, thinking he’s there as a normal straight Dad, but on wednesday he was saying to me “(translated from fr) “I want to see your twink face kissing my briefs”… then “keep moving your sweet tongue in my ass, little faggot”, and later had loved so much to “force” me to swallow with respect. To see him as normal man at this market and think of these moments made my dick hard in my tighty whities under my shorts (but tiny dick meaning no big bulge as other boys would have shown, so my sisters didn’t notice). I wonder whether i’ll be lucky enough to see him another time.
If any fags want lessons in precisely how to train their minds to be service-oriented and valuable, they need only read Titouan’s thread here. He’s exactly what every faggot should strive to be!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Chris who met and submitted to a 75-year-old straight Alpha named Mark. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I need to start this post off with a (likely) unpopular declaration: ageism has no place in hierarchy. I can’t tell you the number of FAGS who tell me they want nothing to do with older Men and Alphas. I just want to shake them and scream in their faces: “You’re judging this powerful older Man while you’re just a FAGGOT?!?”
It makes no sense at all.
I bring this up because so many fags complain to me that they have no Alphas to serve, yet will walk right past these older Alphas. They are passing over veritable goldmines of experienced power and earned confidence!
But some faggots get it. Take this incredible experience from a mid-twenties faggot named Chris. He encountered a straight, 75-year-old muscle Daddy named Mark and bravely submitted to him!
Read on:
Hello my fellow fag Sam! I hope you are well and thank you for always sharing your wisdom and guidance with us-I truly appreciate it and you have helped me accept my faghood and place within HIERARCHY. I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Chris and I am a 25 year old faggot in Florida . I work as a teacher to 3rd grade elementary school students, school has recently started back after Summer last Friday and I have had an intense , hot and charged meetings with one of my students Alpha Grandfather. His name is Mark he’s 75 years old (but doesn’t look a day over 49/50 max) and the dude is JACKED! I’m talking bulging bronzed muscles which he always shows off in low cut tank tops and shorts when he picks and drops his grandson who is in my class off every day (as the kids parents are working before school starts and when school ends his grandfather is on school run duty which is how I’ve gotten to know him this past few weeks). he’s got these dark deep blue eyes and silver hair and sexy mustache, the guy is a real silver fox bronzed muscle God!
safe to say the first time I met him I was speechless and instantly getting a hard on in my pants and trying to hide it, I greeted him and welcomed his grandson to school after introducing myself to him, after his grandson went inside and before the other kids arrived we got chatting, he had on dark brown aviators and he just stared right through me and my knees were weak and he has this alpha voice that just travels right through me, loud, assertive and dominant, after introducing myself he told me his name was Mark and he was the kids grandfather and would be doing pick up all year long, we got talking and I complimented his physique and muscles and told him he looked incredible like a true alpha, he smirked and flexed for me and thanked me for noticing, he said I could feel his bicep if I wanted to, Oh Sam I nearly keeled over with excitment,I thought for sure my boner was gonna bust from my bxers right then and there, I Felt up his biceps and loved every second of it, I told him how big he was and that they felt amazing and once again said he was a total Alpha and putting all the other dads in the school to shame. he asked me what I meant by Alpha and I explained that he was the living personification of an Alpha – dominant, confident, masculine and godly, he smirked and nodded along with me and agreed, he said ”Kid I’m the mother fucking Original Alpha, ain’t nobody got anything on me” I said 100% Sir, you are THE Alpha male God, he nodded and said thats fucking right and seemed to notice my growing bulge and asked if i was okay. I tried to cover it up with my hands but ended up making it worse and flat out said to him that my fag tendancies had got the better of me and I Couldn’t control myself, he burst out laughing so loud we got a few stares from other parents nearby and he said deep and rough in his voice, I thought you were a fucking faggot all right, you have that look about you and you cant keep your eyes off my fucking cock” I turned bright red and nodded and apologised , he said dont apologise boy I dont give a fuck, I know I look good and I’ like to be admired, I ‘m not a fag but I like attention. I then told him he deserves to be admired and worshipped every day like the god he is and that as a fag I Would happily do anything for him and said its my role as a fag to serve Alpha men like him and make their lives better, he nodded along intrigued and agreed, time was running out and the next parent was approaching with her daughter, I gave him my number and said it was in case I needed to contact him about his grandson or he needed to contact me about his grandson on it, he thanked me and said he’d talk to me later and he left. I barely got through the school day he was on my mind non stop and I just wanted to jerk off to him, suck him and found myself fantasing about him breeding my fag hole, around 1:50 I got a text and I sneaked a peek at it thinking it was my boss or some parent talking about a food allergy or some such basic shit but it was Marc he said he wanted to talk to me after school while picking up his grandson and to make sure I stayed after his son got in the car. I was so excited. eventually the school day was over, it was agonising waiting for Mark, he was one of the last guaridans toarrive to pick u p his grandson/
Finally he arrrived, he buckled his grandson in the car and we got talking again. he asked me If I was serious about making his life better and that being my duty as a fag, I said 100% sir, it;s my duty as a fag and I would be honoured to serve you, he said he wanted me to do his grocery shopping for him (he sent me a list) and drop it off at his an dhis wifes house that weekend and he also told me he wants me to meet him for a drink this saturday after dropping off his shopping so we can discuss terms of service and that he wants me to give him a foot rub, I said absolutley Sir no problem at all, he said good fag and walked away, we exchanged details about when and where and in 24 hours I am meeting Alpha Mark to discuss the terms of my service and worship his feet, Sam I feel like I’m living on cloud 9 this is insane and I cant believe this is my life, Ive been dreaming fof worshiping a beefy dominant alpha all my life and now one has randomley fallen in to my lap at work no less WTF! I’m so excited, I want to make a good impression on Mark tomorrow, doyou have any tips or advice about what to wear or what to say to make him go all in on this, I want to eventully be his fag to breed and human urinal and I want him to cage my cock but I dont want to overwhelm him, I want this to work, so any and all tips would be appreciated Sam, I’d love any and all advice and tips and tricks you may have to help me land the plane with this alpha, I wanna be his fag so bad and have m y ass breed by him eventually, I dream of having my cock locked up by him, thank you sam! x
I’m so impressed by Chris’s spontaneous bravery in the moment! How was he able to do that? Obviously, he’s been preparing himself by practicing ways to approach Alphas and/or introduce hierarchy. You must understand that the subject of hierarchy is almost like catnip for Alphas. It makes them feel special and powerful. When they hear hierarchy explained, it’s almost like they’re hearing ancient truths (which they are) and it fascinates them.
I loved the way Chris approached Master Mark and made him feel powerful once more! Master Mark might be 75, but he’s still a vibrant and virile Alpha. Chris’s submission gives that back to him!
Chris asked for tips to impress Master Mark. Right now it’s pretty simple, because we aren’t exactly sure what Master Mark wants. However, he clearly loved seeing Chris kneel. I think that should be how Master Mark is always greeted, as well as kissing his feet.
Aside from that, Chris needs to pay close attention to every command (or hint of one). Being respectful and responsive shows Alphas that their every wish is a command to a faggot.
I’m so proud to get to know my brother Chris! His real-life example shows just how easy this can be if we just try!
Hi fag, some time ago there was a question about lucas bergvall, footballer. You said you think he’s a fag and team you, and you were going to ask some football master for opinion. Have you heard anything?
Thank you for writing to me Sir!
I did ask straight Master Jin about it. Of course, as you might remember, Master Jin is an avid footballer/soccer player and has been for most of his adult life.
Master Jin said he’s almost 100% certain that Bervall is a faggot. He also addressed the whole Alpha/fag dynamic in football/soccer, and he said that it’s very common for straight Alphas to own and use faggots around the world.
Not sure about WHY that sport lends itself to hierarchical dynamics, but according to him it’s almost expected.
The other day I mentioned my experience picking up an Alpha Lyft driver, and I figured I would receive at least one question about it. Sure enough, it arrived like clockwork:
Hi Brother Sam, Thank you for running this site as a just turned 18 year old fag I have found it very helpful and informative, I was scrolling through your page about to ask a question myself when a recent reply caught my attention from one of your stories, you mentioned you approached a Lyft driver and Managed to serve him in 2021, could you please share the story with me and inspire me? I only ask as I use an Uber to and from work every day the last month and it’s always this stunning married mid 40’s muscle gym bro who drives me to work and home, we have built up a relationship since the start of July (when I first started using him) and he is very Alpha. masculine, confident and gives off incredible energy, I find myself with the urge to serve him as a fag and was writing to you today for advice/how to approach it as I’m still so new to this world and want to serve him and embrace my duty as a fag and then I saw you mention a lyft driver which is so similar to my story, could you please provide tips/advice and share your story of how you convinced your lyft driver to let you serve him ? thank you brother Sam! much love and respect – Ryan the Fag xo
I wrote about the experience on the previous version of this site, but for some reason I couldn’t find it in my archives (I did find my post about the Alpha I drove home and serviced him after, which I might repost). So I’ll tell the story again, because it really illustrates the power of fearlessly speaking hierarchical truth!
As many of you know, I was arrested in late August of 2020 when a friend of mine asked me to drive a car to him in another state, and that car had meth inside the doors (of which fact I was naively unaware). I spent three weeks in jail before being released on my own recognizance. Three days after my release I came down with a paralyzing staph infection of the blood and pneumonia arising from the chemo port still in my chest from my bout with cancer two years prior. I nearly died from that while laboring in the COVID wing of the hospital, but I eventually overcame it after two months of antibiotics.
I was in rough shape!
I had sold my car to pay bills, so I was immobile for the first time since I was 16 years old. One day I needed to go to an Office Max store for some supplies, so I called a Lyft ride to drive me 15 minutes away. My driver was “Antoine”. I would later find out everybody called him “Twan”.
I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Twan in the driver’s seat. He looked young (turned out he was 24 years old) and wearing a Cardinals jersey. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and his short hair was twisted in little braids. He grunted at me when I greeted him with that indifferent black Alpha attitude I learned to overcome long ago. And so we started off.
I started by asking him how long he had been driving Lyft. “A coupla months,” was the blunt reply. So I quickly pivoted to my own previous experience driving Uber and Lyft for a year, and I mentioned how weird some of the rides had been. No real response. Then I said, “I’m sure you get a lot of people flirting with you since you’re Alpha.” He chuckled a little bit and agreed. “My girl don’t like that part.”
So then I said, “Do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” He quickly agreed that he was. So then I said, “Some people don’t think Alphas are real, but I know they are.” I began to describe some of the qualities of Alphas and what sets them apart. I had his attention.
Then I said, “I’m a firm believer in hierarchy.” He replied, “What do you mean?” So I explained how males are different, and how Alphas like him are at the top of the hierarchy pyramid and other males are below and serve the Alphas on top.
Then came the magic question: “So what are you?” I smiled, and without hesitation said, “I’m a faggot, Sir.”
Twan laughed in knowing surprise. “Yeah, I thought you were.”
By this point we were almost there. Time to wrap it up: “I’ve accepted that my role is to serve superior Men and Alphas like you. It’s just the way the world is.” Twan pulled his SUV up in front of the store.
Before getting out, I ended this way: “Sir, if you want to take my number, you can call if you ever need anything.” He took my number. “Thank you, Sir,” I said respectfully as I left his vehicle.
I went inside the store and, after looking around unsuccessfully for a bit, asked a clerk to help me. Suddenly, my phone dings. I have a message from Twan:
“Come out to the truck now.”
I immediately excused myself and left the store. In front of the store was Twan’s SUV. I climbed into the back seat, asking coyly, “Are you in need, Sir?”
“Yeah.”
We drove around until we found a bank that was closed (it was COVID, and many places were closed during the weekdays). He pulled to a discreet back corner of the lot, parked, and then hurried into the back seat with me. He pulled down his sweat pants and underwear in one smooth motion and said, “suck my dick, fag!”
One thing I love about black Alphas is the length and weight of their limp dicks. Even when they’re not hard, they’re still impressive when you manipulate them or suck them. Twan was not totally hard when I started, so I got to enjoy the pleasure of it rapidly growing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth for a bit, and he barked commands like “moan more!” when he wanted some vibration.
When he was getting close, I was starving for his load, but Twan loves shooting his loads on his cocksucker’s mouths/faces. He did that to me, and I pushed what I could into my mouth and swallowed it after.
Then he drive me home.
Since he had a girlfriend, he couldn’t use me all the time, but I was one of his regular cocksuckers for about a year or so until I was finally sentenced and sent to prison in July of 2022. When I was released two years later Twan had changed his phone number and mine was different, too. So that was the end of that!
As you can see, this isn’t particularly difficult. It really just requires a faggot to be fearlessly honest about hierarchy and purpose. You have truth and the insatiable Alpha sex drive on your side! Use those things to your advantage just like I did then!
I recently met an Alpha (I believe) out having coffee. I have seen him a few times He just moved to Pittsburgh and he told me he is a little down on his luck< just broke up with a girlfriend he lived with. We have had a few words and today as he was leaving I said to him, ” If you need anything, let me know” and he said OK thanks” and walked out
2 minuets later he walked back in and said to me. “If your serious. This may seem odd, But I do need a pair of Steel toe work boots, even if they are used. The last place I was staying at, mine disapreed and im starting a new union job on Monday and I need them and I am a little short
I told him that I would see what I could do and I got his # and that I’d text him if I came up with anything
I got home and looked online and found some. I texted him I asked him when he needed them by He texted back next Monday and I said ” great don’t worry. You will have your boots He was very greatful Then I askedd him “What color. Bkack or Tan? He typed back exactly,” “Lol, lets go with Tan” and I gave a thumbs up
So I ordered him his new boots, i also orded hin a new pack of work socks and work gloves. He doesn’t know I have done this. The stuff will be here in 2 days.
When I give it to him I am going to act like its no big deal Which it is not.. It will leave me a little short on cash this week and I am nervous of where this may go. I have never been this forward, Ill let you know what happens.
Feedback?
Thank you for sharing your experience, brother!
I’m so proud of you for taking such initiative, brother! The opportunity presented itself, and you took action when so many other fags would hesitate and then live with regrets! It reminds me almost exactly of my situation with my straight Lyft driver in 2021 when I made him an offer over a 15-minute car ride, and that led to a year of service as his DL cocksucker! You just never know! It also reminds me of the experience years ago of Home Depot Fag, the brother who bought an Alpha’s purchases while in line at Home Depot that also led to months of service. Fags need to take action!
I guarantee you this Alpha has been thinking about you and your actions since you last spoke. He’s wondering about why you’re offering this, and I’m sure he’s reaching the correct conclusion. You should be ready to make a case for hierarchy when you give the shoes to him, because I’m sure he’ll ask. Be as blunt as you possibly can. Lay it out on the line, and allow him to think on it.
But even if nothing comes of it, you have just made a huge breakthrough personally. It’s not easy, but it’s not as bad as it seems, right? So don’t give up, because you’re on the right track!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been interesting to me to follow the hierarchical transformation of Dean’s marriage to an oddly-repressed Alpha. As Dean’s understanding and acceptance of his purpose as a faggot has grown, his Alpha husband has also transformed into much more of the Alpha he was always meant to be.
This is why I emphasize how fully-actualized faggots help all Men become what they actually are. Even if that Man is a straight Alpha with no interest in gay sex, owning and using fags financially or domestically transforms him. That’s what we’re seeing in Dean’s Alpha husband as Dean submits to him more deeply.
But now we’re getting into tougher territory. A big test of a fag’s real commitment to service is the acceptance of an Alpha’s need to breed others. For most people, this would be a violation of a marriage bond, but for a faggot married to an Alpha it’s merely another way to submit.
But that service can be deepened even more, as Dean is going to discuss in his latest update:
As I told you some months ago, I have accepted that my Master-Husband has the need to breed other faggots to embrace his real nature as an Alpha. Despite our love for each other, our transition towards an unequal relationship required some adjustments in our apartment: I now sleep in the individual bed from the guests room and he stays in the master bedroom. This has made things more practical, as when he brings fags home the bedroom is always available and I can have my space while he fucks them. He also sometimes invites me in the master bedroom to sleep with him. This makes these nights even more special and I always take extra care to be smooth and ready for him. He particularly enjoys playing with me while I am asleep and often I wake up with him fingering my pussy or with his full length already inside me.
Unsurprisingly, he is having no trouble finding other faggots. He goes to the gym commando and these bitches practically throw themselves at him! I can’t blame them. But as I told you in my previous message, I wanted to find and offer him some faggots to show him my acceptance of our new relationship. My Master-Husband also thought that it would be a good exercise to train my submission and promised me that, if he liked them, he would let me join and give me his cum at the end.
My fag hunting exercise has proven very successful, so I wanted to share the tricks that I learned in case it was useful for someone else in a similar journey. At the beginning, I found it difficult to introduce the topic when I identified one, but eventually I realised that faggots love to talk about men and their relationships and is often one of the first conversations that they have with someone new. My strategy has been to start by asking, as naturally as possible:
Have you ever been with an Alpha?
This is usually followed by them asking me what do I mean by an Alpha, which enables me to talk about the hierarchy and my relationship with my Master-Husband. They are always very curious about it, and it leads to several questions about the relationship dynamics. I make sure to show them a picture of him before we talk about the sexual dynamics, so that when we do they subconsciously start imagining him doing the things that I describe.
Then I ask the question that seals the deal:
Have you ever been cunted?
They rarely know what I mean by this, but when I explain what it is, I have them begging me to spend a night with him!
As you can see these questions are based on the material and advice that you provide in the website to approach Alphas, just tailored to faggots and their weaknesses, and it has worked wonderfully. After all, it takes one to know one! So again, thank you Sam!
I’m really proud of Dean for embracing the new arrangement in their home. I think it’s necessary, but that doesn’t make it easy. It’s great how quickly Dean’s husband instituted new rules and sleeping arrangements, staking his claim as Master. This is an important developmental step for an Alpha, and ones wise faggots accept.
The net result of Dean’s Master-husband enforcing these rules and breeding other fags in what used to be their bed is a deepening of Dean’s submission. I suppose we could call it “cucking” even though I don’t think that exactly fits. However, the arrangement does act like a chastity cage as far as denial is concerned.
Also, Master-Husband’s prolific breeding habits leaves Dean in awe. This is why Dean was so eager to find fags for Master-Husband to breed … it’s a version of tributing to a King. These fresh fags are Dean’s tribute to him.
I absolutely loved hearing how Dean inverted my approach to Alphas in order to entice more faggots! Such a clever thing to do! I’m sure Master-Husband loved these new toys being delivered to him by his personal faggot!
Once again, it’s SO IMPORTANT to embrace truth, especially in a marriage. When we do that, not only are we allowing ourselves to experience fulfillment, but we’re also giving our partner that same gift!
Hi, my name is Jorge, and I wanted to ask you something about hierarchy.
I am 40, have always been dominant, but finding your site gave me language to understand what I am. Thanks for that. After reading some of the posts here, I understand that I am a protector Alpha. I have been using fags for more than 20 years now, since high school, today I am happily married to a very submissive 31 year-old guy, and now I understand that he is my faggot. He cooks and cleans for me, and I make sure to breed him many times a week.
But enough about me. I really wanna know your opinion about something else. I am a college professor, and I teach multiple first-year classes every year, which means that I am constantly dealing with 18 and 19-year-old young men recently arrived from high school. I don’t know how old you are, Sam, but when I was in college in the early 2000s, there were only two possible outcomes for when a faggot entered college: the Alphas would fuck the fag (as I did), or the Alphas would bully him (as sadly many guys used to do). Nowadays, however, I have seen a very different dynamic in this younger generation. Many straight Alphas treat the fags with a lot of respect, really taking care of them. I don’t know if they fuck the fags in their parties when their girlfriends are not around. They probably do, but that’s not the point. What I mean is that there seem to be a whole generation of Alphas who understand their role and responsibility. I constantly see straight guys from the soccer team, in a context that has everything to be hyper masculine and homophobic, writing supportive comments in the posts of some faggots and femboys. Last semester we had a student (a very delicate and feminine gay) who broke his leg and wore a cast for months, and I saw straight students with Alpha energy helping him to go upstairs countless times, there were four or five guys, all of them straight and hypermasculine, who basically adopted the fag while he was recovering.
Do you think something is changing? Do you have the same impression that Alphas born from 2006 on tend to respect fags much more than 20 or 30 years ago? I mean, Alphas have used fags since the beginning of times, but I think that straight Alphas are more and more aware of how to take of the weak, even if they don’t use the fags sexually.
Master Jorge, thank you for writing to me!
First of all, I’m so glad you found this site and discovered the words and meanings behind your natural behaviors throughout your life! It’s always amazing to meet Alphas like you who just acted naturally and did what instinct told them to do without any influence, yet you epitomize Alphahood in its purest form! Thank you for sharing those details about your life, Master!
I love that you are in the PERFECT place to really witness the hierarchical changes in both Alphas and faggots (and their interactions) at that age! And you’re an intelligent Alpha, so you can really see it clearly and even address it!
I absolutely agree that there has been a sea-change in how Alphas and faggots interact these days. It’s essentially due to the internet and the proliferation of truth. I’ve always lived by a saying I made up years ago: “Where there is more knowledge, there is less hate.” The fact that particularly straight Alphas have access to knowledge about the truth of homosexuality and the vital resource fags can be has changed everything. This understanding has come not just from the internet, but also the large number of TV shows and movies demonstrating how hot gay romance can be. And let’s not forget about hierarchical porn, which has finally broken from the reciprocal-sex bullshit that studio porn forced on everyone for decades. Amateur porn has shown that Alphas exist and they roughly use faggots, even abusively. It’s a realistic portrait of what the hierarchical dynamic looks like, and Men are finding it incredibly hot!
And while I’m at it, I’ll give a shout-out to findom as well. There’s no doubt that many young straight Alphas have been come to know hierarchy through findom, and once they experience the high of being tributed vast sums of money simply for being superior, they are addicted. Many straight Alphas jack off to their faggots worshiping them!
For young straight Alphas in many parts of the world, the ownership of a faggot is like a status symbol. It shows off an Alpha’s power and lordship. But even more than that, I think straight Alphas now realize that they are entitled to whatever kinds of pleasures or forms of worship offered to them. They want an unlimited kingdom serving them!
Just like you, Master, my site sits in the confluence of all of these tidal forces that are changing Alphas and faggots. I see the same effects that you do, Master. Honestly, when I first started this site in 2015, one of my stated goals was to get more straight Alphas to see the hierarchical truth about their own existence and everything that is available to them by owning/using faggots. I am not claiming I’ve been that agent of such a massive perspective shift, but there’s no doubt my site has been a meditation spot on the road to that understanding. In the end, I think I’ve exceeded my stated goal.
In fact, it’s a joyful miracle that, 11 years later, you were able to come here and learn more about yourself and your faggot partner and that I was able to meet such an incredible Alpha as you, Master! Thank you very much for writing to me! Hopefully you will have more to share!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.
But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!
But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:
Hi Sam,
I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.
I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.
When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.
I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.
We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.
But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit. After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong. He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.
After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.
Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!
Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.
Love,
Ethan #5
As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.
Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?
I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!
Just ask poor Evan!
Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!
You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!
Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!
Brother, are you familiar with the Netflix series Heartstopper? It is a really sweet queer show, but now that the characters are older the show talks about sex more openly. They had a perfect opportunity to show a relationship between a faggot and a protector Alpha. But they decided to include scenes of the Alpha bottoming for his skinny fagot in order to “challenge gender stereotypes”.
Do you have any thoughts on this? Am I the only who thinks this choice has ruined an otherwise beautiful story about hierarchy?
Thank you for writing, brother!
I haven’t seen the show, so I can’t really comment on that part. However, what you describe is exactly the problem I have with the whole forced notion of “equality” that infects society. It’s a false narrative that I will fight until the day I die.
Hi sam, Many thanks for your answer to my question about handling personal life and service to a Master. The MASTER i’m in contact with online said the same thing but i guess HE wanted me to hear it from someone else, especially an experienced sub like you 🙂 i’ll do my best to find the right Master. i’m surprised however that you say that France is the country with more powerful Alphas per square kilometer than you’ve ever known. What makes you say that? i saw many findom Masters (though i don’t consider most of them like “masters” because they only care for the money) but no so many real Masters… Also, i’d like to add one more question, as you’ve been really nice to me: what is, according to you, the best way to find a Master when you’re a beginner in France? Many thanks again for taking time to answer me. i wish you a great day. faggot didier (as the MASTER i’m chatting with calls me and i love it)
I said that about France because of the number of French Alphas I’ve chronicled on this site over the years, the number of French Alphas and Masters (not cashmasters) I communicate with on X and elsewhere. They all seem to be much more attuned to hierarchy in France than any other country.
To find a Master in France (or anywhere), it starts with your immediate circle of contacts. Think about the Men you regularly come into contact with or personally know. Are any of them Men you’d like to serve? Then make yourself useful to those Men, be complimentary, be submissive to them. When you feel comfortable enough with them and think there is a possibility, you offer your services as their faggot. You can use my “Letter To An Alpha” or my book “May I Serve You, Sir?” to make that conversation possible.
If you try this, you’ll find success. I promise! Especially in France!
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!
One of the enduring legacies I wish for this site is that it teaches as many people as possible the truth about hierarchy, and that the truth they embrace fulfills them in the most important of ways. Of course, this site is mainly about how faggots unlock hierarchical power within straight and gay Men.
However women, although not a direct part of Male hierarchy, are also affected by it. If anything, women of the last 100 years have been actively resisting Male hierarchy in the pursuit of autonomy and equality, and this has led to a breakdown of natural Male/female roles and purposes. What a shame. I’ve preached it forever: if women just accepted their place beneath the natural reign of a Man, they would be so much happier and more fulfilled.
Of course, when I used to write that about women on Tumblr I received death threats.
You might remember Queen Sophie, the extraordinary mother of a young God Alpha named Master Lucas. She’s the one who originally contacted me about how her son owned faggots who were literally worshiping him and serving him.
What was most exciting about her letter was the fact that she didn’t write to me out of fear, but of PRIDE. Here was a woman who understood hierarchy in a primal way. SHE GOT IT. And even though Sophie is a strong woman, she admitted that she yearned to find an Alpha she could honor, love, and worship.
Well, I’m proud to say Queen Sophie has indeed found her King!
On July 20th I received the following message from her:
And maybe by then I’ll have another man in my life, and this one will be a partner and a lover… At least, if things turn out the way I hope they will with Raphael, the man I met through work and have started seeing. I’ll tell you all about it if it comes up, my good sam. For now, let me just say that the man seems to possess all the qualities of a true Alpha… and that he awakens a part of my womanhood that has remained latent for a long time. The part willing to submit to who deserves it.
Anyway, thank you again, sam the faggot. You are a good boy!
So I was pretty excited to hear that there was a new Alpha on the horizon for her. But nothing could prepare for what was to come!
Finally Queen Sophie returned with the following update:
My good boy sam,
Oh my dear! I’m almost shaking with emotion as I’m writing. I definitely need to tell you about my love life! I think it might be of interest for you, as it features a clear Alpha male. I’m sorry if what I’m about to write sounds like a long, sappy romance novel… but I can’t help but put down in writing what I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, leading up to a great moment last weekend!
A while back, my company worked on a joint project with another one. As a team leader, I worked with several colleagues from that other firm during various work meetings. Their own manager was Raphael, the new man in my life.
Raphael is a Black man. He is tall, bald, with a face of amazing virile beauty and a muscular body that shines even through his suit. He exudes charisma, confidence, and a natural authority. To be honest, when first saw him, my womanhood kicked in right away like it hasn’t done in years! Even though I was doing my best to remain professional and look out for the best interests of my company and my team, I was overwhelmed by an instinctive respect and admiration for this man.
That’s why I naturally called him “Sir”, even though the usual practice is to address one another by first names or, at most, “Mr/Mrs Surname”. Right after our first meeting, when we spoke privately afterwards, he said to me: “You can call me Raphael, beauty.” All I could answer was: “Thank you, Sir. I mean, Raphael.”
Our team meetings often turned into a conversation between the two of us, a mixture of verbal sparring and flirting… I made a point of demonstrating my authority and competence, and we’d banter back and forth. I sometimes found it hard to keep my composure in the face of his charming smile…
I remember one time when, after a presentation I thought was flawless, Raphael congratulated me before pointing out a mistake I’d made, in a tone that was at once calm, firm, and seductive. I blushed and stammered “Oh well, yes… Thank you for fact-checking it, Raphael, Sir.” After the meeting, one of his assistants came over to tease me about what had happened, saying that his boss was always spot-on when it came to detecting mistakes. Raphaël overheard us and came to my defense: “Don’t be too cocky, boy. She’s smarter than you’ll ever be. You could be her lapdog.” The assistant left, looking quite sheepish, while I told “Thank you, Sir. Raphael, that is.” He said “You’re welcome, beauty. I meant it.” and I blushed.
Before long, we found ourselves meeting up for drinks after work (and he always refused to let me pay, no matter how much I insisted, so I let him treat me).. We chatted about everything, business, politics, culture… Every time, I was impressed by the depth of his intelligence and his knowledge, combined with his commanding charm. I did my best not to be outdone and to show him my own worth, even though I was completely captivated by his face. His gaze and his smile conveyed a mix of attention, respect, amusement, and something indefinable that gave me butterflies in my stomach.
After our professional partnership ended and we no longer had any reason to see each other at work, Raphael asked me for my personal contact information. “Give me your private number, so I can invite you out for dinner whenever I want to.” I did it while trying to act as nonchalant as I could, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
And that’s how, last Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, I received the following text message: “Cancel whatever you have planned for tonight. I’ll pick you up at your place. Dress nicely. Be ready without fail at 8 p.m. Raphael.” My first thought was “You entitled cocky man! What if I had plans? You expect me to just obey you?” And of course, I obeyed him. I got dressed up like I hadn’t in years and waited anxiously for him.
When he arrived, Raphael sized me up with a knowing look and said, “Perfect. You did what I told you. You’re even more beautiful than ever.” I blushed and thanked him… I felt like a teenager again! He took me by taxi to a fancy restaurant where he had reserved the best table. What a magical evening! The most romantic one I’ve ever experienced. The chemistry between us is so natural, filled with sincere compliments and playful banter.
As dinner was coming to an end, Raphael leaned toward me and whispered to me. “Can I tell you how I really feel? You are an outstanding woman. You’re gorgeous, you’re proud, fierce, strong, smart.” I began to thank him and I was about to compliment him back, but then he interrupted me and added “But with me, you’re gonna be special. I’m going to turn you into my obedient slut.” As you can imagine, I was caught off guard! But I regained my composure and replied nonchalantly, “Well, I’m curious to see that. Challenge accepted.”
When he walked me home, I casually invited him up for one last drink. Without going into details, we started kissing right away and continued into the bedroom. And it turns out Raphael isn’t just as good a lover as I thought he was: he’s even better. How can I tell you how I felt when he entered me? Seven inches of pure raw virility inside of me… I have to say, I’m relieved that Lucas is at summer camp! I’d be embarrassed if my son heard his mother’s screams of pleasure…
While he was having his way with me, I said to Raphael, “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” So he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Watch your manners, my love. If you want more, you have to beg for it.” Without thinking, I yielded right away. “Please, I beg you! Keep going, don’t stop! I beg you, Sir, it feels so good! Please!” Then he smiled and obliged, saying “That’s better. Good girl.”
It was the most wonderful night of love I can remember. I fell asleep on his muscular chest while he stroked my hair. The next morning, he left early. As he was getting dressed, he kissed me in bed as I was waking up and whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me if you want to do this again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Don’t dsappoint me, love. Prove your loyalty to your new master.”
So now, my good sam, the ball is in my court. I’m taking my time, but I know I won’t be able to resist for long before I beg him to favour me once again. I also know that I must not blow this step. I feel the time has come to surrender. To give myself and to submit to him. I think this weekend I’ll invite him over for dinner, where I’ll cook for him and wait on him at the table. I’m also thinking of greeting him in a sexy outfit, possibly on my knees, and swearing obedience to him. Maybe even kissing his feet… I don’t know. I need to think it over.
Anyway, my dear servant sam, if you ever decide that this story is worth sharing on your site, I would greatly appreciate it if you could delay its publication until Saturday. You know, just in case. I also need to have a word with Lucas on the phone first, I’d rather he hear what he needs to know from me. He hasn’t met Raphael yet, even though I briefly mentioned our dates with him. Maybe one day he could become his stepdad… But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!
Here’s what I wanted to share with you, my good sam! Thank you for being such a trusted confidant for me, as well as a preceptor and worshipper for my son Lucas.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
As you might imagine, I was floored by this letter. It was clear that Sophie had come upon a true God Alpha who has completely embraced his role as a King among Men.
Even better, Sophie allowed herself to be taken by Master Raphael, easily submitting to his power. She did everything right, but now she was looking for advice from me to really make a powerful statement of submission for him. So I advised her on what to do for their next date.
Read what she wrote about her next date, and see if you can identify my teaching in her actions:
My good sam,
Please my good sam, do publish my story! I need to share with the world my awe for Raphael!
Last thursday, I sent him a message :
“Dear Raphael, Sir,
Would you grant me the honor to come and dine at my place tomorrow night?
Very respectfully,
Sophie”
He replied positively. Last night, he came into my apartment; the door was already open when he arrived. I came out of my room wearing an elegant but simple evening gown, my shoulders bare. I was glad to catch all his attention. He remains calm but was clearly very pleased and appreciative. He looked me up and down and said “You are so beautiful, my love.”
Then, I knelt down before him and I said the words I had been rehearsing for hours. “Raphael, my beloved Master, I must apologize. I didn’t treat you with all the respect I owe you. You are a king amongst men and I am so grateful you have chosen to honor me. My home is yours and I will cook whatever you want in the kitchen and do whatever you want in bed.” Then I bowed down until my forehead touched the ground at his feet.
I think I heard some kind of roar of delight! Raphael said “Such a good girl. Get up on your knees.” I sat up, kneeling facing him. “You know your duty” he said, and I understood. I carefully pulled his cock out of his pants. What a thrill to see this tremendous trophy of manhood! I did my best to worship it, even though it was difficult. His moans of pleasure made me vibrate with happiness! His cum was delicious!
I then took off his jacket and shoes and led him to the table, where I served him the meal I’d spent the whole day preparing. I took great care of him throughout his dinner. I then offered to give him a massage on the couch, which he accepted. I massaged his shoulders, his back, and then, at his request, his feet. He remained stoic and laconic for a long time, but then he said to me, “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.” Flattered, I tenderly kissed his bare feet and thanked him.
Then he said “How badly do you want me to make love to you?” I answered: “With all my heart. I beg you, Sir! Please!” He leaned down and grabbed my chin “Good. My cock does want your pussy again” and then he kissed me.
I can’t tell you in detail about the wonderful night of sex we had and all the orgasms he gave me, my screams of pleasure, and his roars of triumph. This morning, I woke up nestled in his arms and resting my head on his chest. I kissed his pecs and thanked him profusely. “Thank you so, so much…” I kept saying. Raphael told me “You treated me like the king I am. I rewarded you accordingly.” My heart was leaping with joy.
As he was leaving, Raphael promised me that he would invite me over to his place soon to give me a glimpse into his own life. I can’t wait to see him again! My good sam, I finally feel like a woman again! I haven’t felt this happiness of being taken and dominated since Lucas’s father!
I talked to Lucas about Raphael and let him know that I’d be sharing details about my personal and sex life on your site. So it’s totally fine for you to publish this. I’m really looking forward for Lucas and Raphael to meet!
How thrilling is that???
I’m so proud of my Queen Sophie for submitting so profoundly to Master Raphael! There are revealing moments in this account that I think all submissives (female or faggot) should deeply ponder over. For instance, when Sophie knelt at his feet, Master Raphael “roared with delight”! That’s because Alphas have a natural need to be worshiped. This is not hyperbole. Once we recognize that and apply it, so many possibilities unlock! Faggots generally understand this, but women generally have no clue.
Also note that Master Raphael thanked her for “treating him like the King he is”. Real, fully-actualized Alphas know their place and accept nothing less. A true Alpha doesn’t need us to tell them they’re Alpha. He expects us to accept it and treat him accordingly!
This is such a powerful and important story because it proves that hierarchy isn’t a fetish for perverted gays, but rather, it’s a very real power dynamic that is predictable and impactful across all of humankind.
I told Queen Sophie that Master Raphael and Master Lucas will have some amazing conversations once they meet, as they both have ways to advise the other on how to grow even more powerful!
I thank and praise Queen Sophie for sharing her story! It’s my great honor to know her and Master Lucas, and their glorification continues to be part of my privilege as their faithful faggot!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
There are some Alpha Masters who are super-serious about their superiority and they get very performative in their demands. It always feels insecure to me, but that’s probably because I was trained and owned by Alphas from the other end of the spectrum. Those Alphas relish their power, but they don’t worry at all about losing their position because they are secure enough to know they’ll never lose that power unless they shout and demand.
Master Joe is one of those secure Alphas.
I’ve had a “flirt affair” with Master Joe ever since he first wrote to me. We’re playful with each other in an affectionate way, but there’s always a respect for him beneath the playing. It’s that respect that causes me to sit up straight whenever Master Joe has some correction for me.
While discussing Alpha Matt’s curiosity for ass fucking, I mentioned that Alphas like to cause pain for fags when they fuck them because it strokes their egos. I didn’t really think of this as a controversial statement.
But Master Joe had a terrific perspective on this:
Hey, my sexy Sam This is your Master Joe from Spain. Since we won the World Cup I’ve been breeding my boyfriend so often, that I neglected to give you some attention too lol but I took some time to check the site today and jerk off, and I just saw the story of my Alpha brother Matt and his fag Andres. I read his whole thread and he seems to be a really nice guy, quite similar to my world view tbh and I wish I could fuck Andres too lol
But I wanna say something about your post. When you were talking about Matt and his desire to fuck ass for the first time, you said “Frankly, he seemed so nice and confident that I thought he’d never want to hurt someone by fucking them in the ass.”
Come on, Sam!! There are some guys who don’t care at all about fags and girls, but Alphas like me and Matt don’t wanna fuck ass to harm, we don’t hurt the fags and the girls we breed. We know that a little bit of pain is just a REMINDER of who is the Man in bed. Your mindset is “he wants to fuck some ass, in spite of being nice and confident” but you should think “he wants to fuck some ass BECAUSE he is nice and confident” hahaha
You know I love you, my sexy Sam, don’t get me wrong But there are many good Alphas like Matt and myself who want to protect and take care of weak fags, and in return we have the need to breed them. We fuck their ass to make them feel safe, not to hurt their holes, and when we do end up hurting their holes we give a lot of aftercare until they forget about their sore pussy.
You know, I wish we could have this conversation in person because while I explain my thoughts you’d have a nice cock down in your throat lol I miss you, my sexy fag
First of all, congratulations on the World Cup victory, Master Joe! I especially loved their win given Trump’s ignorant comments about Spain at the start of the World Cup. FUCK TRUMP!
I also love to learn that Master Joe is stroking his big dick to the site! It’s almost like I’m pleasing him in person (actually, it’s nowhere near as good as in-person!).
I think Master Joe is completely right to correct my language (or my over-generalization) about Alphas causing fags and females pain while fucking them. It’s an important point to remember that there is simply no way that an Alpha’s cock won’t cause some pain. Honestly, I think working through that pain is part of a faggot’s purpose. We endure pain in order to please our Kings.
But Master Joe’s real point is that I shouldn’t generalize that all Alphas enjoy causing that pain like they’re sexual versions of Vlad the Impaler. There are certainly some Destroyer Alphas out there actively trying to cause faggots pain. And Master Joe is right.
Because the real truth is that there are incredible Protector Alphas like Alpha Matt and Master Joe who might cause pain when they fuck someone, but then provide genuine aftercare to calm and soothe their “victims”. It’s one of those many qualities that sets the truly powerful Alphas from the rest!
But now that Master Joe ahs publicly corrected me, I feel like I’m in need of some aftercare! Where’s that dick he promised me?? LOL
Hello sam, A MASTER i’m chatting with (HE is very kind to accept to answer my questions and give me great advice on my path to submission even though W/we live far away and i’ll very proboably never serve HIM) suggested i might contact you. HE mentioned your website to me and i’m glad i found it as you seem to be a very experienced sub and a very generous one who gives precious advice. i’m a beginner in submission. i never served a Master yet but i’m looking for one as, deep inside, i feel the need to kneel and serve at the feet of a Superior Man. i’m 58 and i used to be straight. It took me time to understand and accept that my nature is to serve an Alpha. i have one major question as a beginner: can a sub have a personal life? i know being a sub means taking care of the Master’s needs, make His life better, do the chores He commands, serve Him the way He wants. i know it requires some sacrifices, to do some things i may not like at first and i’m ready for that. However i also can’t imagine my life without seeing my friends, having drinks or going out with them, reading books, going to the movies, travelling… Is it possible to serve a Master and still have a personal life of your own when you’re a sub? As a beginner, i can’t imagine being a 24/7 servant. Maybe it will come, maybe not but this is not a question for me now. i guess everything probably gets clearer when one finds the right Master. i would be happy to have your opinion, based on your experience, about how a sub may reconcile service to a Master and personal life. Please accept my apologies if the expression of my feelings is not perfectly clear as english is not my native language (i’m french). Many thanks for taking time to read this message and, if you feel like it, for answering it. And many thanks for your website. i wish you a great day. beginner in submission didier
Thank you for writing, my brother Didier!
How exciting for you to finally live out your truth! I’m glad you’re experimenting with a long-distance Alpha so you can at least get a taste of submission! But, as you’re probably thinking, you really need to find local Alphas to serve. Fortunately, you live in France, the country with more powerful Alphas per square kilometer than I’ve ever known!
You make a great point about balancing life as a faggot with the life you’re accustomed to living. And yes, if you do find an Alpha to own you as your Master, some of your life will need to change to some degree. I think you can agree with me that you’d like to make some changes so you can find fulfillment.
But honestly, every Alpha/faggot relationship is different. Some Masters let their faggots live a mostly-normal life, while others want their faggots to be chained-up slaves. So the key here is to find an Alpha that best suits how you feel now as a beginner. As you grow, you may want something more intense. So I don’t think you need to worry much about that right now.
So be careful and really examine your Alpha choices before choosing the one who will be your Master!
