The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a long time since Ethan dropped off an update! I was starting to get legitimately worried for my brother, especially given how hard King Karter has been working him! It seems that little Ethan has rapidly ascended to the top of King Karter’s faggot hierarchy (remember that he owns three personal fags) after a rocky start. That’s really a credit to Ethan’s determination to be the very best faggot possible!
Here’s Ethan’s update:
Hi Sam,
I am sorry I haven’t updated you in a while. I have been very busy with finals, work, the gym, and my service to King Karter and his friends. In fact, he let me have most of May off to study for finals and focus on that, and just do that, work, and the gym. I also no longer work at the bar; I got a job at a company that sells premium tequila. (I actually got it through working at the bar and talking to the sales rep) And King Karter also made sure I had no dates and no working at his place so I could focus more on my studies. I did miss it. And at first I told him I could do it all, and I was fine (Mostly was craving his dick and his presence though), but he said no. I think he could tell I was getting too stressed out and did not want me taking dates or cleaning or working at his place. Even though I think it was probably a good thing- I passed all my finals and classes and was more focused on school, I missed working at his place even if it was just cleaning his toilets or shower, much less the scent training and suckin on him. But right after my last final, I went straight over there to clean and do laundry, and to help #1 with King’s dinner and lunch for the next day. King Karter cunted me 3 times that night and the next day (once that night and twice the next day), and I shot 4 loads while caged; the first was after I gave him a pedicure, and I was doing scent training with him. I was getting fried with poppers, and he just had me smell and lick clean his pubs, and that was enough to bring me over the edge since I was missing out for almost a month! I have been spending more and more time in my cock cage; I’m about the same amount of time as #3, about 75% of the week. King Karter would like it to be 100% by October, so I can do the whole month, like 1, 2, 3, and 4. I am going to set that as a goal for myself and try to do most of September so I can make it through October.
About a week after I finished school, I flew back to California to visit my mom, sister, and stepdad, then we went to Hawaii. I came back to Dallas from there last week, and I have already had two dates. I was supposed to go see my dad for the 4th of July, but he and I got into a huge fight. I told him I didn’t want to spend time with my homophobic, racist cousins and uncles (He is also a bit racist, but I don’t call him out on it as much). Plus, King Karter and his friends got an Airbnb to have a huge cookout (Party) for the 4th (starting tomorrow and going through the whole weekend). I would much rather serve and be around real Men – Kings- that value my true existence than be around racist Fucks that just talk shit! I would much rather be pounded and fucked by a bunch of men I call “Daddy” while they cunt me than be around my own dad! I know that sounds fucked up, but I’m kinda a bit pissed.
Do you think King Karter missed Ethan?? I loved that he cunted Ethan three times over two days, and I definitely understand spontaneously ejaculating while giving pedicures (it’s happened a couple of times to me too!) and during scent training. The “licking of pubic hairs” is a new twist on that I’d never heard before. But it’s very clear that King Karter loved being back inside his primary fag, and kept him all to himself rather than farm him back out to his Alpha pack.
I think it’s amazing that King Karter is so intimately involved in Ethan’s caged status that he has a plan to arrive at 100% caging of Ethan by October! You know an Alpha is the right kind to own faggots when he drills down and takes command of this kind of detailed training! When Ethan first fell under the control of King Karter, I was a little worried that King Karter might be a bot too rough for him, but it’s turned out to be a non-issue. King Karter is an incredible Master, and details like this just make me even more sure.
As for Ethan’s racist family, what can I say? My family is racist, too, and I spent much of my faghood getting bred and fed black Alpha cum in response just like Ethan. Racism speaks only at our ugliest side, and is rooted in traditions brainwashed into us by our sick, imperfect society. But any faggot who has served black Alphas can tell you that these black Men really are KINGS, and worthy of respect rather than hate.
I’m so proud of my hardworking brother Ethan! He’s making all of the right choices and growing in ways he probably never thought possible!
There’s a part two to this that deals with a question, but I want to separate that.
I’ve just read Master Matt’s thread and I’m a bit shocked. I’ve been serving real straight Alphas for years, and are you really calling this sort of guy an Alpha? Straight Alphas are supposed to fuck us roughly, breed us, and sometimes beat us if they want. But here we are calling a guy who spends his own money in butt plugs for a fag he won’t fuck. Really, Sam? Is that a Man?
Thank you for the question.
Well, it sounds like you might be a faggot who is spoiled by an embarrassment of riches. I’m very happy that you, like me, have been privileged to serve a lot of straight Alphas. Unlike you, however, I consider each of those opportunities to be privileges because I know how rare it really is in the larger scheme of things.
Are you so drunk with straight Alpha cum that you can’t see that MOST straight Alphas don’t use fags sexually?? Are you so narrow-minded that you think a Man cannot be Alpha at all unless he uses faggots sexually?? Do you realize how insane that sounds?
Alpha Matt is absolutely Alpha. He never needs to use a faggot to be Alpha, because he was born that way. In fact, he’s the best kind of Alpha: a Protector Alpha. He’s even gone above and beyond by buying those training devices for Andres, something many straight Alphas would never do!
I’m really baffled by some of the stupid shit I hear from faggots sometimes. Are we really that fucked-up that we’ve lost our perspective?
You’re wrong, brother. I hope you figure it out and change.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the expanding power of Master Arturo, a 35-year-old bisexual Alpha who is accustomed to owning both faggots and females and currently owns a mother named Julia and her faggot son Leo. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
The story of Master Arturo is one of the more unusual true tales I’ve featured on this site. This glorious straight King loves the worship and service of faggots, so he decided long ago that he would never limit himself or the pleasure he receives. He recognized natural hierarchy from an early age, and accepted it all as his Alpha right.
When he first came to me and told me about claiming his girlfriend’s son as his secret faggot, I was a bit worried. It’s dangerous in some ways to try such a scheme, and it takes careful planning. Of course, I wasn’t factoring in the ability of an Alpha to control all things in ways a faggot like me cannot conceive. My doubts gave way to awe in subsequent months as Master Arturo began using his new faggot behind his girlfriend’s back, and everything fit neatly into place for him (of course).
But this time Master Arturo has decided to up the ante with a luxury trip to Paris for all three of them! Let’s see how this played out:
Hey boy, Arturo here again. I just came back from a trip to Paris with Julia and Leo, and this is by far the best moment of my life. I paid for absolutely everything for them, from their flight and hotel to every single meal and make-up they bought for them. And guess what? I found out that being an Alpha provider for my girl and my fag turns me on very much. We had a wonderful time, I took Julia to buy all the clothes she wanted, then I took Leo to buy the make-up and the perfumes he likes, but of course I wanted my part in return too. In 9 days in Paris, I came more than 20 times in all their holes. I booked two rooms, one for me and Julia, the other one to Leo. I told Leo that he was a good boy and he could spend my money as much as he wanted, my only request was: no flirting with other guys and being available for me when I need him. I booked a nice spa for Julia and, while she was there, I stopped by Leo’s room and fucked him twice, and he was wearing the expensive perfume he bought with my money. What an awesome feeling. For the first time, I bred him and told him not to clean his hole before going out for dinner with his mother and me. He had to feel my cum leaking from his pussy and making stains on his underwear during the whole meal.
Now we are back home, and I’ve been trying to breed Leo at least twice a week. He is fully committed to our daddy-good boy dynamic, and I decided to pay for his tuition, as long as he keeps good grades. Needless to say, Julia is more and more in love now that I am an actual provider for them. Although she is very independent and does not need my money at all, her pussy gets very wet every time she sees me taking care of her boy.
But I have a question for you. I know that Leo is young and he will meet a lot of people in his life. Should I use the authority I already have over him to forbid him to see other men? He is going to college and I’m sure his twink face and round ass will catch the guys’ attention. On the one hand, I think I have the right to demand him to be exclusive and only serve my cock, considering everything I do for him and his mother. On the other hand, I’m afraid forbidding him to see other men will only incentivize him to look for random cocks without telling me. You know a lot about fag mindset, so I guess what I’m trying to ask is: do you think a horny 21-year-old fag can be satisfied only with my 35-year-old cock twice a week, or is it inevitable that he will be hungry for more cum? My life is great and I know you will say that my needs are what really matters, but I love Julia, and Leo is more than just a cumdump for me. I don’t like the idea of other men touching him, but I want the boy to be happy, and I don’t think it’s fair to deprive him of having an actual boyfriend and eventually a husband who loves him. I’d like to know your opinion about it and, while I think about it, I’ll keep breeding both of them haha
Straight Alphas often underestimate how females feel when they see their Alphas dominating and/or caring for faggots and other inferior males. THEY GET WET. It turns them on to see just how powerful and benevolent their Men are! That’s essentially what’s happening when Julia sees Master Arturo caring for her faggot son, right? It makes her want to be dominated and controlled just the way he owns her son or any other inferior male!
What Master Arturo did with this trip, though, is on another level! Sneaking away while she’s in the spa to breed Leo secretly is insane levels of control! I bet he felt so good unloading into Leo knowing his mother is getting herself pampered and prepared for breeding later on!
You can really tell how Master Arturo keeps ascending in power with this situation in his life. He has an adoring woman who continues to submit deeply to him, and he has a faggot that literally looks at him like a god. It’s the perfect situation for any Alpha!
Now to Master Arturo’s question. It’s true that young faggots hunger for dick all the time, and it’s also very likely that college Alphas will be all over Leo looking to get off and be served. But in reality, Leo should be happy and contented with two breedings a week. I don’t think it’s a terrible idea to restrict him from serving campus Alphas. Why? Because faggots need structure and expectations and, in some cases, restrictions. `
I think the wisest course would be to tell Leo he should not service college Alphas unless he checks with Master Arturo first. The most important aspect of an Alpha/faggot relationship is communication, so Master Arturo should cultivate that trust.
But this situation continues to blow my mind. Julia and Leo are so fortunate to be owned and used by a God Alpha like Master Arturo!
Hello! My name is Caio. My brother is straight and he always brings his friends to play videogames and soccer in our house. They stay in the living room, talking loud, mocking each other, playing online soccer, drinking beer, farting, and doing things that straight guys do. They are all straight, and they come here without their girlfriends because they say that they need some “free time without the ladies.” I am a fag, my brother knows that, and respects me, but we don’t talk about my sexuality very often. All his friends respect me as well, they make homophobic jokes among them, but never when I’m around. I like to fetch them snacks and beers when they’re here, they just say thanks but do not seem to be interested in anything related to hierarchy.
But there is one guy named Marcelo who is a bit different, he makes more direct comments about me, including some jokes and puns. Last week my brother made a barbecue in our house because our parents were out and he invited his straight friends. As always, I served them and tried to be helpful, but they basically ignored me or just said “thanks” while playing their games. Marcelo, however, called me the little mermaid when I wore my speedos to join them in the swimming pool, then said that I have beautiful legs. When we went to eat the barbecue, he kept joking if I wanted to taste his sausage. Another of my brother’s straight friends, Felipe, is very polite and politically correct, and reprimanded Marcelo in front of everybody for offering me sausage making this joke or calling me a mermaid saying that it was homophobic and not funny. I didn’t say anything, but I got so horny seeing one straight Alpha saying that I have nice legs, while another Alpha was trying to “protect” me, although I was not offended at all.
When they were leaving and everybody was drunk, all the guys said good-bye without touching me at all, but Marcelo gave me a hug, SLAPPED MY ASS, and said “wow, if I were your brother I would seriously consider incest” and started laughing out loud. A few hours later, Felipe texted me saying that Marcelo’s attitude was unacceptable and rude, that he could never had slapped me without consent, and that he wanted to apologize on his behalf, asking me if I wanted him to talk to Marcelo about that. I told him that it was okay, that I understand that he was just joking, but that I appreciated his concern. I asked my brother about Marcelo later that day and he said that I should stop fantasizing with his friends because Marcelo is straight and was only drunk and making fun of me.
Felipe treats me like a virgin girl from 1950s and keeps thinking that anything slightly sexual is homophobic and disrespectful. Marcelo is the opposite and touches me whenever and however he wants and never stops making jokes about me being a fag. I would love to suck both of them, but I know that if I offer them head and they refuse, it will probably affect their friendship with my brother, and my brother will be really mad at me. What should I do, brother? By the way, I am 19, my brother is 23, Felipe is 23, and Marcelo is 25. So a lot of hormones going on!! Thank you Sam, I love you and what you do for little fags like me
My brother, thank you for writing to me!
This is a very interesting situation you’re in right now!
Let me say this first: you tell me “they’re not interested in hierarchy“ but they can’t avoid it. Hierarchy affects all of us regardless of whether they’re aware of it or not. It’s inescapable.
That said, the effects of hierarchy can be muted by emotional and social conditioning. For instance, Felipe has been conditioned to think everyone should be treated ethically and fairly, and even the suggestion of inequality is somehow homophobic. Unfortunately, Felipe is wrong. Men are NOT equal, and acknowledging that fact isn’t homophobic. A faggot is simply not equal to a Man. This is a fact, and I think the other Alphas you mention recognize this fact. They let you serve them as if it’s the most natural thing in the world because it is.
Marcelo, on the other hand, has clearly been thinking about you and your submissiveness. It has nothing to do with him being drunk. Your willing submission has pinged his Alpha instincts (which is why I’ve always taught that fags need to show submission to ALL Men because Men are paying attention!) and he wants to try using you.
Personally, I think you can potentially serve Marcelo and Felipe, but they require two different approaches.
With Felipe, you need to teach him about hierarchy. You can use this site for reference, of course. Reason out with him the truth of hierarchy simply by looking around at our world, or his dealings with other Alphas. You could use my “Letter To An Alpha” to help him grasp the purpose of faggots. This might break the conditioning that currently blinds him.
As for Marcelo, I think he’s ready to try using you. Offer Marcelo a foot massage, or kneel and kiss his feet. Make him food and serve him. Buy him a gift. Do something tangible to demonstrate you’re serving him.
Or ask him if he considers himself to be Alpha (and emphasize that you think he is), and speak to him in plain terms about there are naturally Alphas and faggots and you were born to serve.
Or ask to speak with him, kneel, and thank him for accepting you as a faggot. Tell him that serving him fulfills you as a faggot.
One of those methods should trigger Marcelo into action. I think he’s been feeling you out to see if you’re receptive (rather than just taking you) because you’re the little fag brother of his Alpha friend, and also because he doesn’t know how to capture faggots yet. He’s trying, but it’s still foreign to him.
Keep this in mind: once one domino falls, the rest fall. If you suck off Marcelo and he likes it, don’t be surprised if the others take a turn, too. I’ve seen it happen. Alphas talk, and they love to share a good thing with the members of their pack.
I’m excited for you, little brother. This is a great situation, and you’re poised to really elevate one or more of these Alphas through your worship/service!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling Nathan, a faggot who once served a straight Alpha wrestler named Tommy back in school. They’ve reunited after ten years when Alpha Tommy’s father took ill. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Have you ever seen an Alpha you worship break down and really cry? I have. My Master Aaron lost a very close friend and mentor to a sudden aneurysm while in another city. Understandably, the news crushed him. I walked into my condo and saw him on the couch sobbing so deeply that it changed the air pressure in the room. When he saw me, he got up, walked slowly over to me, and hugged me for the longest time while weeping. I held him until he finally fell asleep that night. It’s a memory I’ve always carried and cherished, because I was privileged to be there to help my superior Master and see the softer side he always kept at arm’s length.
It is very much a privilege to see an Alpha’s heart!
My brother Nathan reconnected with his old college Master Tommy just as Master Tommy’s father was dying. In the last update, things were getting darker and the inevitable was approaching.
Now, it has finally come:
Dear Sam,
Nathan again, and the ongoing saga of reuniting with my college Alpha Tommy. Sorry about that previous cliffhanger, most of it was a blur and I just didn’t think “he pounded my brains out” was all that interesting an ending for some reason. I now realize my mistake.
I regret to say it, but the inevitable finally happened. Tommy’s father passed not too long after he was admitted into the facility. While the sharp downturn toward the end meant it wasn’t a total surprise and gave him a little time to emotionally prepare, Tommy still turned into an absolute zombie after it happened, not only due to the grief but also the sudden shift from having the work and stress and responsibility taking up so much of his time to suddenly having almost nothing to actually do, the big empty space his father left behind nearly consumed him. I kept reverting back to my basic domestic faggot behavior, keeping the house tidy, cooking meals, and when I had nothing else left to do, sitting on the floor between his feet, resting my head on one of his legs (this was one of our favorite positions in college, one of my favorite sensations was feeling his heartbeat inside his thighs on either side of my face as he gently applied pressure on and off.) I don’t think he spoke for the first solid week, but the day of his Dad’s funeral, something finally changed. For the first time, he took my chin in his hand, raised my face up to meet his, and barely whispered “Thank you.” A couple of days later, when he first woke up, as I was bringing him breakfast, I saw him lying there with one brawny arm raised to block his face from the sunrise, and I decided to take a risk and lean over to bury my face in his armpit. I’m not sure why, maybe it was the fact it was the first time he slept peacefully through the night without tossing and turning and waking up every couple hours, but I just got a very strong hunch that he was finally ready to rejoin the land of the living. I was right, as I was taking a deep sniff, the same way I used to wake him up in the dorm, he made his move, squeezing me in a headlock and forcing my face deeper into his pit. In a flash, we were on the floor, rolling around and wrestling the same way we always did back in the dorms. I confess I put up a little bit more of a fight this time… just to let him know I wasn’t the same shy, scrawny twerp I was back then… before finally easing up and submitting to him again. When we were finally in his favorite position (me lying on my back, him sitting on my chest in a schoolboy pin with his meaty thighs squeezing both sides of my head,) he looked down, made eye contact despite his impressive (and growing) bulge in the way, and as he caught his breath, did what I had been hoping to hear him do for a while, he laughed, long and hard, for probably the first time in a couple of years. It was such a joy to see the years and stress fall and watch him turn back into the young, cheerful, smiling college boy I met and submitted to back in freshman year. I’d have laughed, too, had he not sat that giant meaty ass of his back on my ribcage and cut off my ability to breathe.
This, however, is the part of the story you might find a little bittersweet. My attempts to continue to be his sub started to somewhat break down. Not due to any lack of effort on my part to be clear, but any time I would sit on the floor by his feet, he would instead grab me up onto the couch with him and lean over, resting his head in my lap. My attempts to sleep at the foot of his bed like a good puppy would be thwarted when I’d wake up the next morning and find I’d been dragged up to the top of the bed and had my arms wrapped around him, turning me into “Big Spoon” and some kind of security blanket. I guess even the toughest Alphas need to feel a little vulnerable every so often (and if there’s ever a good reason for it, losing your beloved dad is a good one,) and it definitely felt like a privilege that he trusted me enough to be the one to see it. Since that was apparently what he needed at this point, I decided to play the part, gently but firmly making sure he started to re-enter the world again… taking him to the gym, treating him to a haircut and shave at the local barber, treating him to a new wardrobe since he’s lost a little weight due to the past year’s stress, just trying to build him back up as a man and a human being and find that assertive Dom I knew he still was. It was definitely weird to be in the driver’s seat in this situation, but I just told myself I was still tending to his needs, so I was still submitting to him, I just wasn’t waiting for orders to be given and just knew what they were.
As time started to pass and he started to emerge from his mourning, this tendency extended to our other behavior, too. The first couple of times we tried to slip back into our old roles, we both realized something wasn’t working anymore, things just felt… off. Tommy seems to think that maybe he just gets all his dominant energy out in the boardroom and doesn’t have any left in the tank when he comes home, but I’m not sure I buy that. He used to get plenty of aggression out on the wrestling mat and still managed to come back to the dorm and rough me up just fine, and I still have the scars of a couple of bite marks to prove it. I think it’s a little simpler than that. I think he’s changed a lot due to the hardships he’s endured the past few years: they made him gentler… kinder. He doesn’t want to be cruel or aggressive to the people he loves, he wants to appreciate and cherish them, and no amount of telling him that being aggressively dommed by him is exactly how a sub like me feels cherished can bring him around. I see it in other ways, too. He still oozes the confidence that drew me to him all those years ago, but it’s more understated and subtle now. I see more “calmly confident” compared to his previous “outward cockiness.” He used to make a loud entrance any time he entered a room to assert his dominance over it, now he simply enters with the quiet attitude of someone who knows he doesn’t need to. His still-dazzling smile has a hint of something wistful and maybe even a little shy to it now. It suits him very well.
Though it does mean our dynamic has changed a little bit. We still have our dom and sub roles… as I write this, I’m sitting on the floor in front of his chair while he sits behind me, resting his ankles on my shoulders and taunting me by trying to stick his big toe in my mouth, but pulling it away any time I’m actually about to catch it with my tongue… but now the vibe is different, it feels a little more like a couple’s kinky roleplaying rather than an alpha asserting his dominance on a total submissive. I’m still coming to grips with how I feel about that, but I do believe Tommy is worth sticking around to see how it plays out. Maybe with a little time, and some more goading on my part, I can bring the old Tommy back completely, but even if I can’t, this new “Tommy 2.0” is nice, too, and I dare so say that, maybe in a few ways, even better (fewer bruises, at least.)
Speaking of, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Porterhouse to cook, some massage oils to warm up, and nine inches of something hard and girthy poking me in the back of the neck to get my attention as a pair of beefy quads are starting to squeeze around my ears in a headscissors, so I better wrap this up quickly.
First of all, I want to express my sincerest condolences for Master Tommy’s loss of his father. I know he’s not reading this, but Nathan is. Master Tommy is far too young to endure this kind of loss.
But thank goodness that he had his loyal faggot at his side through all of this! I don’t think Alphas truly appreciate what a faggot does for them during times like these. A female can be comforting and tender just like a faggot, but a faggot also WORSHIPS them. Faggots restore their POWER and CONFIDENCE better than females do.
That’s exactly what Nathan did for Master Tommy after the initial grieving passed. Master Tommy reverted back to his old self, seeking to relive some of of his more dominant tendencies. I’m sure it felt good to take out his tension on Nathan, and use him aggressively. It helps Master Tommy remember what he really is – a dominant and superior Man!
The end of Nathan’s letter felt a bit sad and nostalgic in a “soft evening sunset” kind of way. I don’t think this is the end of Nathan’s service to Master Tommy. I just think that Master Tommy is maturing and becoming something more than a personification of dominance and bravado. He’s lost his father, and he’s thinking about mortality and his place in the world. These kinds of deep concerns have plagued Alphas since the beginning of time. More than half of the written works of Shakespeare tackle this very subject!
Master Tommy still knows he deserves to be serviced and pleased by a faggot like Nathan, and he also knows Nathan needs to serve. But that knowledge is now wrapped in a blanket of concern and compassion that maybe he didn’t have before.
Alphas grow and mature. They’re allowed to slow down their aggression and experience some peace. They aren’t cartoon characters … they’re Men with rivers of emotions buried behind their Kingdom walls. Master Tommy is changing, but his essence will never change.
I’m just so grateful Nathan could be there and then document this part of a faggot’s service to its Owner. This is an important lesson for all faggots to learn!
What does it mean to cunt a faggot? How is its mind changed after being cunted? Hopefully, the change is permanent.
Thank you for writing Sir!
I have a ton of material on cunting (primarily because I think I was the first one to name it and describe it) under the “cunting” category. You can access this by CLICKING HERE.
But here is a short video I created to discuss cunting in more detail:
Effectively, cunting is an internal orgasm experienced by a faggot when being roughly fucked by a Man. Faggots experience several extreme reactions to cunting, including involuntary shaking, unconsciousness, and deep weeping.
A faggot’s mind is altered in two ways: (1) the breeding itself chemically alters the faggot’s brain, but that’s not long-lasting, and (2) the faggot craves the Alpha who gave it that extraordinary experience, much the way a person who tries an addictive drug starts craving the high.
I can tell you that cunting permanently marks a faggot. Every Alpha who ever cunted me still effectively owns part of me. In some cases, I can still feel their dicks inside me even after many years. The experience is so intense and uniquely draining that it’s hard to forget!
I hope I answered your questions, Sir! Thank you for writing!
I had written to you in April about my Alpha not ever allowing any lube besides spit when he was wrecking my pussy a couple times a week.
Like discussed, I tried pre-lubing to see if he would mind and wow – did he! Other than some rough smacks to my ass while being used, I never had a Man give me a proper, full-on spanking in my life but after he pulled out of my cunt and put me over his knee, I was bawling by the time he relented – both physically and verbally. I can’t tell if I was crying due to the pain from my ass or the sting of disappointment and disgust in what he communicated while beating me. I was sore and embarrassed for days when in the gym locker room because it took the better part of a week for the visual damage to go away. I can’t imagine how many Men noticed!
He did, however, allow me the honor of taking his cock down my throat right after punishing me for being such a selfish and not-so-sneaky faggot. And it was a brutal face fucking for sure. My throat was sore for quite some time. But I was just thankful he still had the interest in using me.
Later that day, he texted me about it. I told him how much I worshipped him and would do anything to be of service but that my pussy was so unbearably sore after his intense ruts without lube. And something magical happened… he agreed, in small quantities, to using some lube going forward IF I earned it!
So now I find myself every Sunday doing his grocery shopping (and paying of course). He allows me to buy a small bottle of lube the first trip of each month when doing his weekly shopping. And that’s all the lube for the month. So still used pretty sparingly. I learned that the hard way after the first month when the bottle ran out before I was allowed to buy more. That was a brutal week for my pussy.
I then spend the rest of each Sunday putting away the groceries at his house, making him lunch, doing his laundry and cleaning various parts of his house. Then he almost always gives me the most intense fucking for the week (sometimes multiple loads in my pussy on Sundays) before sending me off so he can go out to dinner with his friends. Sometimes he even lets me make out with his asshole for a while if there’s a sporting event he’s watching on TV that day!
I’m in heaven, sam! What was a painful couple of breedings per week has jumped to 3-4 times per week and my pussy, while still sore, is much better adjusted to his aggressive ruts and I feel even more of service and use to him than ever before! He’s even started letting me be his urinal on occasion after I begged him for that honor one Sunday.
So while pre-lubing didn’t work for him (offended him, really) and he painfully let me know it, that did open up a conversation that led to the best possible outcome I could imagine.
I’ve never been happier and more complete! Thank you, sam. Now off to the grocery store!
Boy, I was really surprised by your Master’s rather harsh reaction to the use of lube! I guess Alphas want to hurt their faggots, or maybe fucking without lube feels better for them due to friction (I don’t know, since I’ve never fucked a butthole). But as I was reading your update, my heart began to sink. I thought “oh no, my advice hurt my brother!”
I am so relieved to find out that the lube suggestion eventually led to a helpful conversation and a better understanding! I sounds like your Master is really enjoying breeding you much more now after the talk! I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that!
It really speaks to the importance of Alphas discussing things with their faggots. Yes, a faggot’s opinion may not mean a whole lot in the scheme of things, but showing some amount of care can lead to more passion and intensity, as well as better worship and service!
Thank you brother for updating me! I’m glad it worked out so well!
The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Being the faggot of a straight Alpha is really difficult. Even under the best circumstances (and I’ve enjoyed some of the best circumstances), the straight Alpha will very likely fall in love with a woman and dismiss the fag. This of course leads to emotional devastation that many fags use random sex to ease. I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve spent crying after such dismissals, the ache inside me so palpable that I felt like I was losing myself.
Now, I did not do myself any favors during my earliest days of serving as a live-in faggot of a straight Alpha. Whenever he would bring home a female, I would get insanely jealous. I would sometimes pout, or devolve into hysterical crying. For instance, right before Master Roger dismissed me he started dating his future wife and as I was protesting this I blurted out “what about me?” and Master Roger looked at me and coldly said, “what about you?” I still feel the sting of that reply even today.
It was the first in a series of lessons I had to learn about my true place in the world and the lives of straight Alphas. Ultimately, a faggot is just a convenient slave that satisfies certain needs, not something a straight Alpha wants to build a life around. A straight Alpha eventually wants to have the wife and family, a situation that doesn’t usually require the services of a faggot.
But I’m telling you all this, not to dissuade anyone from serving straight Alphas, but to warn all faggots against allowing JEALOUSY to destroy those opportunities to serve them.
My brother James has been serving his straight Alpha for ten remarkable years, which might be close to a record. But now that dreaded jealousy is starting to rear its ugly head:
Sam;
James the Straight Man’s faggot here again …. As you may recall, I’ve been the same straight guy’s faggot for over ten years …. During that time, the Alpha male I serve has had a total of three girlfriends that I am aware of …. Although I’ve seen evidence of their existence, he has always made it a point that I never see them in person, or interact in any way with any of his women …. His reasoning has always been obvious to me since the reason for the existence of a faggot in his life has been to perform types of sexual service that is lacking in his straight relationships …. I’ve never experienced any adverse feelings up until now in that I fully understand my place as a man’s faggot …. However, recently something has occurred two times now that has evoked a powerful inner feeling of what may be a kind of jealousy within me …. The last two times he called upon me to come to his apartment for the purpose of providing my throat for his sexual release, he placed extremely tight time constraints on me as far as when I need to arrive and when I must leave so as not to be anywhere around when his woman is expected to come home …. Although I fully realize my actual place in this scenario, I’ve been experiencing a form of what feels like jealousy of a woman …. While I’ve served as a relief valve for his manly needs for over a decade, she has only been his sexual partner for a few months …. I understand full well my purpose as a faggot and that this jealousy of his woman is ludicrous on my part ….. But I must ask if perhaps this situation might not be unique …. Have other faggots serving straight Alphas experienced and verbalized this type of feeling to you in the past ? …And how would you deal with it ?
(I left the ellipses as written, but it’s just too weird looking to not comment on. Do people really use an ellipse instead of a period these days??)
My first comment to James about the “uniqueness” of his situation is this: the situation itself (a faggot serving a straight Alpha for over ten years) is definitely unique, but jealousy is definitely not. Everyone feels jealousy to some degree, even straight Alphas with the world at their feet.
As for how to deal with it, I had to learn the hard way that jealousy only robs you of the happiness and fulfillment of serving these great Alphas. So how do you stop (or at least quiet) that jealousy? For faggots, it’s important to remain humble. Jealousy is borne from a type of arrogance or self-importance. At the root of it is the “reasoning” of “I DESERVE THAT TREATMENT RATHER THAN THE OTHER PERSON” that develops in the “slighted” person.
But here’s the problem with that thinking: faggots DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING.
Every act of service and every day we are allowed to serve an Alpha (especially a straight Alpha) is a GIFT, not a RIGHT. To straight Alphas in particular, faggots are two holes to unload in, an ATM that dispenses money on command, or a domestic robot that kisses feet. It’s important to keep that in mind every single day you are blessed to serve a straight Alpha.
It’s also important to simply focus on the act of service itself and cherish it as the gift it is, whether that’s swallowing their cocks or doing the laundry or licking the toilet clean with your tongue. Focus keeps your eyes where they belong: on service.
Think about it this way: a tightrope walker must keep his eyes focused on the immediate horizon to be successful. When doing that, he enters a kind of hypnotic state in which the body can perform automatically without thought. But what happens when the tightrope walker looks down, looks up, or looks around?
DISASTER!
My brother James is looking around rather than focusing on the horizon. He’s starting to notice the preferential treatment of his Master’s females, noticing the way he’s being shunted aside for the sake of pussy. He’s tallying up his years of faithful service, and becoming frustrated that they don’t seem to count.
But I’m telling you that jealousy is a fast, one-way ticket to dismissal by a straight Alpha. A faggot has no leverage in that situation, so what is jealousy going to do except make the straight Alpha reassess whether the faggot’s service is worth the headache.
I assure you, his final answer will be NO.
So all faggots out there, I implore you: refocus your mind, concentrate on service, and be grateful every day that you are gifted an opportunity to be of service to our greatest Men! It’s probably not forever, but fond memories will be forever if you remain submissive and jealousy-free!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Carson to his Alpha father Colby. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Sons learn a lot of things from their fathers. From them we learn about expectations, responsibilities, and our place in the world. For me, my father taught me what I DON’T want to be, and I think I’ve inadvertently created a life that rebels against his impression upon me.
But for my fag brother Carson, his father has had the most profound effect of all. His father, Master Colby, is an Alpha. A God Alpha. And he’s claimed his son as his personal faggot in every way imaginable.
Whatever Carson thought his life might be, it changed the first time Master Colby commanded that he kneel and take his cock into his mouth. Since then, Master Colby has cunted and bred Carson, introducing Carson to “the void” that yearns for his father’s Alpha cock.
Notice how it’s changing Carson:
Hey Sam, it’s faggot Carson. I wanted to update you on my growing service to my alpha dad, Colby.
Since my dad took my ass I honestly barely think about anything other than him. You were right about this cunting stuff. I’d always admired him but now it drives me crazy. His muscles, his height, his body hair, his cock. And since he just walks around naked now it’s like I’m constantly in heat.
I ordered a cage, and gave dad the key on Father’s Day. Honestly when I wasn’t locked up, I constantly had a boner when he was around, so it’s definitely a good thing. But I have been leaking a lot.
Since he’s cunted me, he breeds me every day that he doesn’t have a girl over and has me suck his dick most mornings.
My hole is almost constantly sore but I’m starting to adjust. He doesn’t like to use lube so he just uses his spit, and I’d guess his dick is as thick as a coke can so it hurts but it’s so worth it. Was honestly planning to try to transfer to a four year school and move out in a year or two but I’m addicted to serving him.
Just wanted to share an update and thank you for your support and advice.
See how Carson’s life and his desires are being altered by Master Colby and his thick Alpha cock? His entire life path has been changed by being cunted by his Alpha father!
I think it’s beautiful that Carson gave his father the key to his chastity cage and he’s now locked up! What a great Father’s Day gift! Imagine the safety and comfort Carson feels being locked in a cage under the supervision of his father and Master!
I realize that what is happening between Master Colby and Carson his son might be difficult to accept for some people to accept, but hierarchically this is perfectly natural. An Alpha father has the responsibility to protect and guide his faggot son in whatever way he feels the faggot needs. Some I’ve covered in the past assigned another Master to take their faggot sons and train them/breed them, and that has worked out well. Master Colby has chosen a path that allows him to more closely monitor what Carson needs.
Olá Sam, sou um homem gay de 35 anos e encontrei seu site há algumas semanas e fiquei fascinado. Passei várias horas lendo histórias de caras como eu (gostei especialmente da história de Fabien e Anthony). Confesso que sempre pensei que era o único com essa estranha vida de servidão, porque até 7 anos atrás eu vivia uma vida de mentiras fingindo ser o que eu não era (um homem) devido à imposição de um pai extremamente religioso (um pastor evangélico). Há 7 anos, me tornei propriedade do meu jovem mestre, o que levou a que eu fosse espancado pelo meu pai e expulso de casa. Se não fosse pelo meu mestre, hoje eu estaria vivendo uma vida infeliz de mentiras ou morto. Mas o que me leva a comentar é a pergunta do Alpha Matt sobre mulheres. E devo dizer que um verdadeiro alfa molda todos ao seu redor para seu próprio benefício, incluindo mulheres, contanto que tenha confiança em seu poder. Digo isso porque hoje moro na casa do meu jovem mestre, uma casa que comprei com minhas economias e coloquei em nome dele, junto com ele e sua namorada oficial (noiva), a quem ele também domesticou com avidez, assim como fez comigo. Ela é apaixonada, obediente e leal a ele, enquanto ele tem a liberdade de fazer o que quiser, quando quiser, como sair à noite com os amigos, passar a noite em motéis ou até mesmo trazer outras garotas para fazer sexo aqui em sua casa, momento em que sua noiva e eu nos retiramos para o pequeno quarto que dividimos, para que o mestre tenha mais liberdade na casa com as garotas. Não sei se você ou seus seguidores têm interesse em saber mais sobre a minha história, mas de qualquer forma, continuem divulgando a verdade e saibam que seu site ajuda muitos gays em várias partes do mundo. Um abraço do seu admirador brasileiro.
Hello Sam, I am a 35-year-old gay man and I found your website a few weeks ago and was fascinated. I spent several hours reading stories from guys like me (I especially liked Fabien and Anthony’s story). I admit that I always thought I was the only one with this strange life of servitude, because until 7 years ago I lived a life of lies pretending to be something I was not (a man) due to the imposition of an extremely religious father (an evangelical pastor). Seven years ago, I became the property of my young master, which led to me being beaten by my father and thrown out of the house. If it weren’t for my master, today I would either be living an unhappy life of lies or be dead. But what brings me to comment is Alpha Matt’s question about women. And I must say that a true alpha shapes everyone around him for his own benefit, including women, as long as he has confidence in his power. I say this because today I live in my young master’s house, a house that I bought with my savings and put in his name, together with him and his official girlfriend (fiancée), whom he has also eagerly domesticated, just as he did with me. She is passionate, obedient, and loyal to him, while he has the freedom to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, such as going out at night with friends, spending the night in motels, or even bringing other girls home to have sex in his house, at which point his fiancée and I retreat to the small room we share so that the master has more freedom in the house with the girls. I do not know whether you or your followers are interested in hearing more about my story, but in any case, keep spreading the truth and know that your website helps many gay men in various parts of the world. A hug from your Brazilian admirer.
My brother, thank you for writing to me!
I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that you found this site and saw your own situation in the true stories here! That’s exactly why this site exists! I want people to understand that hierarchy is 100% real, and all of these experiences between Alphas and faggots are really happening all around the world! I thought I was alone at one time, too! I thought I was crazy to give up my life to serve the straight Masters who owned me! But then I began writing about my experiences and what I learned, and now I’ve met an entire world full of such experiences like yours! So thank you for writing!
I’m so proud of you for recognizing your purpose all by yourself and submitting to this incredibly powerful straight Alpha! You probably didn’t have a choice, but the fact that you listened to the truth inside of you is a huge step!
I’m also proud of your Master for understanding that he owns and deserves the whole world! Most Men (including Alphas) hold back from taking EVERYTHING, but your Master knows the truth! I hope someday I will be able to hear his story, too!
As for you, I definitely want to hear more from you and your experiences, brother! Thank you for blessing this site with your story!
Love,
sam the faggot
¡Hermano mío, gracias por escribirme!
¡No puedo decirte lo feliz que me hace saber que encontraste este sitio y que viste tu propia situación reflejada en las historias reales que hay aquí! ¡Esa es exactamente la razón por la que existe este sitio! ¡Quiero que la gente entienda que la jerarquía es 100% real, y que todas estas experiencias entre Alfas y maricones realmente están ocurriendo por todo el mundo! ¡Yo también pensé en algún momento que estaba solo! ¡Pensé que estaba loco por renunciar a mi vida para servir a los Amos heterosexuales que me poseían! Pero luego empecé a escribir sobre mis experiencias y lo que aprendí, ¡y ahora he conocido todo un mundo lleno de experiencias como la tuya! ¡Así que gracias por escribir!
¡Estoy muy orgulloso de ti por haber reconocido tu propósito completamente por tu cuenta y por haberte sometido a este increíblemente poderoso Alfa heterosexual! Probablemente no tenías otra opción, ¡pero el hecho de que escucharas la verdad que había dentro de ti es un paso enorme!
¡También estoy orgulloso de tu Amo por comprender que él posee y merece el mundo entero! La mayoría de los Hombres (incluidos los Alfas) se contienen y no toman TODO, ¡pero tu Amo conoce la verdad! ¡Espero que algún día pueda escuchar su historia también!
En cuanto a ti, ¡definitivamente quiero saber más sobre ti y tus experiencias, hermano! ¡Gracias por bendecir este sitio con tu historia!
Tom Cruise doesn’t have the huge muscles or the height, but he stands heads-and-shoulders above all other pretenders to reign supreme as Hollywood’s greatest God Alpha. His charisma, inventiveness, relentless drive, and live-wire fearlessness has made him a cultural icon for more than 45 years. There is simply no other Man like him, nor has there ever been.
I grew up in the age of Cruise. I watched him define Alpha aesthetics for entire generations of males. They were in good hands, because Cruise takes his Alpha responsibility seriously. He has guided these males toward Protector Alpha expressions of power.
As a student and preacher of Hierarchy, I know his place is forever secure … and I am grateful!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling Tommy, a faggot who was claimed by his own Alpha father and his Alpha brother! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve recently featured more true stories about incestuous hierarchical relationships between fathers and sons and between brothers. I even dedicated an episode of the podcast to the subject. It has been an ongoing topic throughout my 11 years on this site, far more than I ever expected.
People ask why there are so many stories like these, and some question the validity of hierarchy itself. In my opinion, these stories only strengthen the case for hierarchy. These fathers and sons are born into these Alpha/faggot roles, and the need to fulfill their purpose is far too strong to resist.
But there is more at work here than that. You see, these Alpha fathers are driven not only by their natural instinct to protect and guide their sons, but they’re also driven by their natural instincts as Alphas. This is incredibly important, because these Alpha fathers have legitimate concerns about the safety of their faggot sons as they mature. How will they find their way to happiness and fulfillment as faggots while retaining the standards these Alpha fathers know are required of them?
Hence, the dilemma. Since I see this clearly, I don’t judge anyone in this situation. I’m here to explain it, apply the lessons learned, and use them to help others.
“Others” include a faggot named Tommy. He wrote to me to tell me the story of his own faghood, and how his Alpha father and brother enslaved him for his own good.
Hi sam!
My name’s Tom and I’m a long-time faggot reader of your blog, but never took the opportunity to write. But lately, you talked about the subject of Alpha fathers using ther faggot sons and I wanted to share some insights about it, cause that’s exactly what I live.
I am the son and the younger brother of two Alpha Males and I am the live-in slave-son of my Master-Father. My father Alex is the straightest of straight Men, a handsome and bright Superior Alpha. Hairy chest, bulging muscles, firm hands and feet, and big cock. My older brother Matt takes after him, just slimmer and taller and less hairy.
My father had us when he was 18 and 20, and raised us as a single dad since he was 22. I’ve always been the most submissive one in the family, but since I turned 18, I’ve become my father’s domestic and sexual slave. My older brother is now living his own life with his girlfriend, but he doesn’t live far away and we see each other regularly, so I have the opportunity to serve the two Men of my life.
So now, I’m a twink in his twenties serving a forty-something big hunk who’s also the Man who gave me life. My whole purpose is to be Daddy’s good boy and make his life better and happier.
For me, there’s something very natural and very smooth about serving and worshiping my father. Because even though my servitude has taken on a new dimension since I grew up to be an adult and definitely became his property, for me it is simply a continuation of the obedient and reverent son I have always been, whereas my brother outgrew it and became his own Man.
Of course, every family has its own dynamics, but the father is often the primary authority figure in his children’s lives, a man who must be respected and obeyed, who disciplines and corrects us. My brother and I have always been respectful and admiring of our father. But starting in his teens, like any self-respecting young Man, my older brother began to challenge his authority, to stand up for himself, and to assert his individuality. I did not. Because I’m not a Man, but a faggot.
Obeying my father, worshiping him and doing everything I can to please him and make his life easier and better, all of this is so obviously right to me. My father has always been my protector and my provider, always been the Man in the house. To earn his praises and hearing him say “good boy” has always been my main goal in life. Needless to say, for me, Father’s Day isn’t just a family holiday: it’s a holy celebration!
It’s easy and natural for me to treat him like a God, since he is literally my Creator. When I suck his cock, I cherish it all the more because that’s where I came from. It often seems unbelievable to me that I carry the genes of a God Alpha Male! But I know that nature and destiny have put me on this Earth to devote my life to this incredible man whom I have the honor of calling my Daddy.
My father is very happy with the sons he has given birth to. He summed it up this way one day: “I fathered an heir to carry on my legacy, and then I created my own slave to improve my life.”
Thank you for spreading the true about Hierarchy and for praisng the superiority of Alpha Males!
Tom
I’m so glad that Tommy sounds quite rational and happy about his place as his Father’s faggot. He’s not ruined, confused, or broken by the experience. Instead, he’s completed by it. Empowered by it.
Notice how deftly Tommy compares the Biblical story of God and his finest creation – Man – with the situation between his Alpha Father and himself. I think the parallel is apt and ingenious, and that’s why he worships his Father.
And I totally understand Tommy cherishing the cock and cum of his Father, since that’s “where he came from”.
I’m so proud of this hierarchically-aligned family. They recognize the truth and live up to it. Led by a powerful God Alpha, they have lived fulfilled lives.
I thank Tommy for sharing this important and impactful story of their lives!
