I published this video a day or so ago about rimming, and in it I made mention of how the tips contained in it, despite being directed at pleasuring bottoms, can also be applied to pleasuring Alphas. However, I added a caveat: “Use discernment”.
Some unidentified reader (who sounds Alpha) picked up on this and wrote the following comment that I wanted to highlight:
When it comes to rimming, Sam said used discernment, so use it.
If you’re an Alpha and getting rimmed, the first thing to know is that you would not be positioned like the faggot in the video. Instead, consider standing in front of a floor length mirror, so that you can see your faggot as he KNEELS behind you. That’s right. Your faggot lowers himself to his knees, and KISSES YOUR ASS (because you’re the boss). Don’t just pass over what I’ve written; take time to really think about it. There’s a faggot on his knees kissing your ass. That’s the reason an Alpha has a faggot rim him. And while it’s occurring, that’s the perfect time for any verbal reinforcement or training. Your words will penetrate deeply during this moment of union.
As for the actual mechanics, the video gives great advice. Start light, and end with full tongue penetration of your Alpha ass. You’re thinking “Huh? I won’t do that. My ass is sacrosanct.” The problem with that is you’re thinking like a man, and how your ass doesn’t get fucked. You need to flip your mindset for better understanding. Your ass is not, never will get fucked. Dicks do fucking. What is happening with tongue penetration is that you are being RESPECTED. Your status, your authority, your dominance are being given proper, full respect. The only question is whether you want to be lightly respected, or deeply respected. As an Alpha and as a Master, you should want to be deeply respected.
That’s when you reach behind, grab the back of your faggot’s head, and push his face completely into your ass. Rub your ass up and down. Make sure your faggot gets his tongue firmly implanted into your ass. Further than either he or you think is possible. This is the full Omega position to your Alpha status. When we look up “Alpha and the omega”, this is the picture the dictionary should use to illustrate it.
This is exactly what I meant by “use discernment”. Rimming an Alpha is (and should be) a completely different experience with a different set of intentions and approach. Rimming an Alpha should be a profound act of worship, not a way to emasculate him.
Something like this:
Like I’ve said elsewhere, more and more straight Men and Alphas are exploring this option for the immensely-satisfying power they feel when its’ done correctly!
Thanks to this anonymous reader for the added perspective!
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!
Titouan is a terrific faggot, and I know he tries hard to be a good and obedient boy for his Master. Unfortunately Titouan is an obvious faggot with his scrawny, hairless body and tiny dick, so everywhere he goes in France (the “Land of Alphas” as I call it) he has straight Alphas wanting to use him. Yeah, it sounds like HELL, doesn’t it?
So as I chronicled previously, Titouan did serve straight Alphas during his summer holiday away from Master. And as I predicted, his straight, married Master was likely going to take corrective action. Only one question remained: what would that be?
Well, we just found out:
two days ago, my straight Alpha Daddy made me come to his secret studio in Paris, he fixed the small chastity cage he had made me buy, he says I have to wear it for at least two weeks, punishes me because i have been with another male in August during holiday at seaside. He keeps the key. He’ll decide in two weeks if removed or kept for longer time. I know i deserve it, as i didn’t comply with the rules (As Alpha male He can see who he wants but as young faggot i have no right to have sex with anyone else except if he decides it). As I wear large white briefs, my cage cannot be seen as long as I’m not naked and this is only when alone (shower etc) . Sure chastity is humiliating and big frustration, i feel very jealous of other boys, even younger than me, who can have sex when they wish (frustration increased when i hear some of them talking about their sex evenings with girls, etc) But i know my Alpha has right to decide this and it does make me feel the superiority of Alpha boys or men.
My male told me some things about him. He works for a french news magazine and site, a rather traditionalist one. And he has family with daughters, teenagers like my own sisters. All this explains why he demands discretion, he wants to protect his family and social life as straight Daddy. I respect all this and find it exciting as all this also makes me feel strongly the fair hierarchy : mature Daddy/ boy and straight Alpha/ faggot.
He wants me to come again this week-end . I love the idea of another secret rendez-vous, i love the idea of me very humble as wearing chastity cage & at same time having to serve a straight mature Alpha and his right to use a boy like me for his unlimited pleasure.
The first time a faggot is caged is always the worst. The intense adjustments it makes to your physical, emotional, and mental are sometimes difficult to accept. This is especially true of young, horny fags like Titouan.
I’m excited for Titouan to experience chastity and see what revelations come to him. Smart fags almost always see value in chastity, and Titouan is an intuitive fag for sure.
Honestly, his Master’s punishment was fairly light, but I think his Master has a lot of affection for his secret faggot. Like all straight Alphas, he loves to own a hungry, discreet cumdump.
I think we will see Titouan’s pleasure centers shift as he’s fucked while caged. That’ll surely be a revelation for him!
The following post is part of a thread highlighting the exploits of Master Dean, the God Alpha son of Master Dino and twin brother/owner of Jimmy the faggot. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
Communicating with my beloved brother Jimmy almost always means hearing from his twin brother Master Dean. I adore Master Dean because of his searing intelligence that combines uneasily with his raw Alpha sexual power. It’s like he’s both the brains and the brawn!
He rules Hierarchy Island alongside his reckless God Alpha brother Master Chad, and the pair of Kings couldn’t be more different. Master Dean is thoughtful and more level-headed, whereas Master Chad is like the Tasmanian Devil riding a twister straight to Hell.
I think Master Dean sensed my alarm over Jimmy’s recent update, so he wanted to add his own thoughts on that as well as updates on some of the rapidly-growing sons sprouting up across their island paradise.
Greetings little one,
I regret my tarrience in writing but since our return, I’ve allowed bunny much leeway and have delighted watching My baby live her life. The months of stress and concern are finally over. Were I not convinced of her recovery before, her actions since returning home have assuredly convinced Me. My little bunny raced to her swing after giddily begging We five Men for Our attentions. I mostly observed, enjoying her delight as she was roughly taken by all. I believe she and Savior had a most special evening culminating in her entrance to “la la land” just as mommy sometimes did after special occasions with Father.
I am aware bunny wrote earlier. Honestly, that fact reminded Me to do so as well. I read her correspondence so as to not duplicate her utterances.
Our Son grows healthy and strong. He, the Prince, and “3” (Chad’s second-born, don’t inquire about the nickname. Its too protracted a story) are inseparable. Seeing Them together sometimes drives a saber through My heart because I see Myself, Chadwick, and Joseph as youngsters. I do not think of My benighted Brother often but My fondness for Him has yet to abate. I endeavor to admit it probably never will.
On more felicitous musings, The Savior has recovered from all injuries, of course. He broke a leg falling off the small cliff that creates the waterfall. One of the puppies managed to climb up and became entangled in the vines. Conventionally, He risked harm to rescue it and succeeded even in falling. To save it He held it rather than drop it, resulting in the fracture. I think half the enjoyment of His devil-may-care emprises is that the more extreme the impairment, the stronger the drugs. LOL
Regardless, life continues at its leisurely pace. The rainbow are beautifully brown. Do not be concerned as they and We use sunscreen copiously. Since allowing faggots a respite day, they couldn’t be happier. grayfaggot was extremely pleased upon My return and has proven her devotion since. Phillip continues His exploits, sometimes with Chad in tow. His impressive Son “5”, known affectionately as Spike has come into His own, has calmed down and learned some control over Himself which aids His control of faggots and life in general. Phillip explodes with pride. He and Spike are partially learning together. I ache for the time when I guide My Son through teen Alpha years just as Father did Us. Cal and all We Alphas look forward to guiding Our Boys and particularly introducing Them to the bliss of faggot use and strong character. Although I shall only have the one Son, two of Chad’s are closely attached to Me. The sissy faggot, Justin, not Gavin, the one obsessed with Him, and Spence, who’s definitely not a faggot. So I sometimes feel I have three Sons. It is a rewarding feeling.
Cal just walked by, cock straining upward with pinkfaggot thrown over His shoulder. I imagine it’s obvious what’s about to happen.
I can’t think of anything else of import. Oh, Father was here for a few days. He brought a female, whom We discovered is Our sister. She tracked Father, wanting to meet the Man she never knew and they bonded. She seemed unfazed by Alpha life and was interested in all Our society and subculture. She was genuinely pleased with Our world, even knowing she could not become a part of it. She understood that she couldn’t have been even if her mother hadn’t kept us a secret. She is pregnant and unattached. She asked Chadwick to raise the child as His. She is aware it is a Boy and Chad agreed. Father will stay with her in Seattle until His birth, attending all the paperwork needed so He is legally Chad’s. We are pleased to welcome another bambino with Family blood. Cal and I observed yesterday how fulfilling it is to know every human on this cay has either Our blood or Our cum coursing through their bodies. What satisfaction, what power, what a life! Every Man here experiences that factuality and We revel in it.
I shall halt this Alpha tale of pride and knowledge and observe the setting sun while bunny devours My stiff protrusion. This is what lesser men strive for and never achieve: satisfaction and bliss.
Good evening, little faggot. I’m assured you dream of being here, next to your healthy brother and enjoying the delights of servitude. I shall attempt to communicate again sooner.
Master and King Winston Dean
And now I find out Master Chad broke his leg! Do I need to express mail some bubble wrap to that island?!?
In all, it’s amazing to think of the creative ways the Alphas and faggots on the island are raising the children there. The Alpha sons will receive first-class training on Alphahood by the best teachers on the subject. But even better, any beta or fag sons will be protected and accepted by such warm familial love.
Master Dean is truly one of a kind, a King with an intelligence at least equal to his dominance. I’m glad Master Dean is so stable, especially given Master Chad’s apparent death wish!
But most of all, Master Dean makes me feel owned and safe. I’m not sure how to explain it. But I’m always grateful to hear from him!
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!
After the shocking health scare involving my baby brother Jimmy, faggot twin brother of God Alpha and Master Dean, I’ve been more eager to keep in touch with him and the rest of the family on Master Dino’s Hierarchy Island. I’ve been covering this family for about SIX YEARS now (almost the longest set of relationships I’ve kept during my run with this site), and I deeply love and respect them all. They are, in some ways, part of the family of my heart.
And at the center of my heart are Master Dean and Jimmy. They are the yin and yang of Master Dino’s clan. One is Alpha, the other is faggot. One is erudite, and the other is child-like. One is reserved, and the other is exuberant.
I love them both, regardless.
I think little Jimmy knew how concerned I was about his recent heart surgery, so he sent me this excited update (BTW, he calls himself “jaye” as in the letter “J” for Jimmy):
Hi its me jaye!
Its my day off and i am enjoying it! i love love love being on the island! i love being alive and being fucked to my limits almost every day!
Oh sam everything is perfect. i feel sorry for other faggots who live other places. Don’t get me wrong the rainbow work pretty hard. we have the garden and greenhouse to take care of and around 27 children to love and teach things the Gods don’t teach. we cook and clean and our generous reward is use beyond imagination.
Really our Masters are authentic MEN that are blessings to worship. When i came home i was ready to be gang raped! i imagined i could feel the straps of the swing i needed Them All so BAD! Hehehe i could tell They were all being gentle. Well for Them it was gentle. Hehe Then The Savior of us all came in and grinned the way He does that scares us to death and makes us dribble at the same time. He grabbed my hair and said ‘Dino says Our favorite dirty whore needs a REAL Man. Here I am baby.’ Oh sam. He showed me why He is Our God. He didn’t hold back anything and i was transported to that world where mommy would go. Just mumbling and holding on to Him and King for almost 2 whole days! i couldn’t be fucked for days after it so after i woke up King let me suck off every Man until He was dry! They all made me so special! And Daddy, well i won’t say it but the next week when He came home i knew i’d be Daddy’s girl FOREVER!
So much happened while I was gone. The Savior cut off 3 fingers while He was cutting sheetrock but they are reattached now. He broke His leg and almost got shot on some adventure with joy’s hot Master. you know what He does for a living. i think The Savior is almost indestructible. (Did i spell that right?) Anyway He’s THE God among Men. Even Daddy says He’s THE Alpha Male of the Family.
my baby Boy grew so much! i missed so much! What’s worse is King missing out so much because i got sick like a big pussy. i know i know i couldn’t help being weak. i was born that way. Oh sam the way King took care of me. The way He took charge of the medical staff and worked with the doctors on every detail was amazing. my Master! Oh how i love Him! i am so lucky to belong here to these Men!
Every 2 weeks is some faggots day off. Today is mine and greenie’s. we played in the pool of the waterfall and laid in the sun until Master Cal came by and allowed us to worship His BIG cock and let us share His yummy cum. Then we swam and now we are making sandwiches. i am starving. After this i think i’ll stroll around where the Men are working. Never know who might notice my skin tight shorts and decide some quick faggot pussy might be good! Hehehe
i just wanted to write and let you know i am healthy and happy and overfull of yummy Alpha cum! i am the luckiest faggot EVER!!! Bye sam! i love you brother!!
The King’s faggot,
jaye
Ugh … he writes to reassure me he’s doing well, and then casually adds that Master Chad (“the Savior” in Island parlance) CUT OFF THREE FINGERS and was also SHOT!
WTF DUDE?!? Can there be a normal day when I can confidently relax and not worry??
Aside from those little events, it sounds like Jimmy has settled back into his routine as the Island matriarch, a role once handled by my dearly-departed friend Jamie. As Jimmy mentioned, there are a lot of kids to raise (most of them are Master Chad’s, but also Master Cal’s sons and the son Master Dean fathered) and five Alpha Gods to service daily. I’m sure Jimmy’s “day off” (I’ve never heard of such a thing for an owned faggot!) was well-earned.
I’m so proud of my little brother. He tackles his life with such boyish exuberance and celebratory enthusiasm. He knows he is one of the luckiest faggots on Earth, surrounded and protected by infinite Alpha power in a paradise fantasy where all that’s required is that he obey and serve!
And Jimmy is the BEST boy. He’ll always do that with all of his mended heart!
I love you, Jimmy! Thanks for keeping your fag Mom updated! LOL
My brother @suc_boi recently posted a hot video of him worshiping and servicing a regular Alpha of his.
He also included a note he received from this Alpha. It reads:
“You’re my only mouth, that’s my mouth. I have no other holes. I know I have to share you with other feeders. That mouth should be used as often as possible and it makes me jealous ugh. I know I own your mouth and you own my dick but I wish I could watch you pleasure other feeders too.”
When an Alpha talks like this about you, it’s confirmation that you’re serving correctly!
Alphas are traditionally very possessive. It’s the reason why they so often get into trouble and end up in courts, with their jealousy over their properties causing them to act out.
But my brother has little to worry about with this Alpha. He’s as much of a fan as he is an Owner!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The story Fabien told us a couple of weeks ago about accompanying his Master Anthony to visit Master Anthony’s straight Alpha cousin Arthur. Fabien did an amazing job of dropping little seeds of hierarchical truth for Arthur to consider, and he was definitely intrigued. I was so proud of my baby brother!
I also knew there was going to be more to this story … but wow, the story Fabien just sent me goes beyond anything I was imagining!!!
Let’s hear it:
My beloved big bro,
I realized that you had published the story of my encounter with Arthur, my Master Anthony’s older cousin! Thank you so much! I’m so proud to have opened this Alpha’s eyes on Hierarchy and our respective places in it!
I’ve just spent a wonderful week at the feet of these two Superior Men. I should at least tell you what happened the next morning after I wrote to you last time, because that was huge and it set the stage for what happened since then! In fact, I had written down some notes that very day so I could remember as much as possible of what I had said and send it to you later!
The next morning after my last update, Sir Arthur was the first Alpha to wake up and go downstairs while I was doing a little cleaning. He was still half-asleep, shirtless and gorgeous in his pajama boxers. I rushed over to greet him, kiss his feet, and offer my services. I was kind of hoping he’d have me take care of his morning wood, as Anthony had suggested, but he simply asked to have breakfast in front of the TV. I complied immediately, served him, and remained discreetly at his disposal. When I cleared away his breakfast, I timidly asked if he wanted anything else and suggested a foot massage. To my delight, he gladly accepted!
I knelt down in front of him, took his foot in my hands with the utmost respect, and gave it a thorough massage. His moans of pleasure sent shivers down my spine! He looked at me with amused curiosity. Suddenly, he asked: “Are you happy to be my cousin’s slave? Aren’t you a little upset about being dominated like that?”
I smiled at the opportunity to continue my hierarchical teaching. I answered very honestly: “Actually, Sir, I’m happier than I ever was before. Because I have found my true nature and my true purpose. My life has a meaning. I told you, Sir, my existence is to serve an Alpha Man like you. And thank you very much for allowing me to massage your feet. That’s one of my favorite things to do.”
“Really? Why do you like that?”
“Because I got to kneel in front of a Superior Man. To gawk at him while he’s resting in his glory. To touch his feet, the lowest part of his body, therefore the part I’m closer to. And above all, to make him feel good. That is such a privilege, Sir. Thank you very much.”
He had the same smug smile as Anthony. I could see that I was converting him to his destiny as an Alpha and a Master. So I kept going!
“Please, Sir, imagine what your life could be. You would never have to waste your time doing any menial tasks ever. Cleaning, cooking, running errand or whatever else… That is below you. That’s what slaves are for. You got to spend your time doing whatever you really love, Sir.”
My words captivated him and his expression grew more serious. He slipped his hand into his boxers. Deep down, I smiled triumphantly. I brought his foot to my lips and tenderly kissed his toes.
“Imagine, Sir. Inferior boys and girls constantly at your beck and call. Doing whatever you want. For your comfort, your pleasure, your fun. You don’t have to be nice to them, you don’t have to be polite to them. You can degrade them as much as you want. You just do as you feel. You are the only one who matters. They cater to your every need, they obey to your every whim.”
I gently rested his foot back down and moved closer to his crotch. Seeing that he wasn’t stopping me, I respectfully pulled his cock out of his boxers. A big, proud cock! I looked him straight in the eyes as I whispered.
“All the glory and all the wealth of the world laid at your feet. Just because you exist. Because you deserve everything for you who are. Imagine, Sir. Inferior males groveling before you and serving you. The most beautiful women begging you to fuck their pussy.”
I gently sucked on the head of his dick, still looking straight into his eyes, then said “This life can be yours, Sir. That is your birthright.”
Something clicked inside him. Arthur grabbed my head and forced me to suck him off. He stood up to keep going. He fucked my throat very roughly until he came inside me. With my mouth still full of his semen, I looked up at him adoringly and whispered, “Thank you so much, Sir! I saw in him a kind of new, almost frightening rage. Heavy breathing, he flexed and admired his muscles, as if he was rediscovering his body, marveling at his own power. Then he said, “Worship me. WORSHIP ME!” I rushed to kiss his feet fervently, while I heard him whisper, “That feels good… that feels good…” Then he stomped on my head, saying “Do you like that, slave?” I managed to stammer. “Yes, Sir! Thank you for honoring me!”
That’s when we heard Anthony’s amused voice. “Having fun?” He came downstairs, pleased with what he saw. “Here, I’ll show you how to use him”. So Anthony picked me up, threw me on the couch, and fucked me in the ass. Arthur watched intently, before deciding to fuck my mouth at the same time. After they both came inside me, Anthony asked his cousin, “Want to give it a try?” And Arthur was more than happy to!
Arthur is the first Man other than my Master to have fucked me in the ass! Usually, during parties with his Alpha bros, he reserves that right for himself with me. But this time, they both had their way with me, I was spit-roasted one way and then the other. They laughed heartily together, praised and encouraged one another, while I was serving as their sex toy. By the end, I was exhausted and sore, but so proud and happy to have helped strengthen their bond! And to have helped awaken Arthur to the pleasures of power and faggot ownership!
You can imagine what the rest of the trip was like! Catering to those two Alphas was exhausting. Luckily, they brought some girls around to have fun and sex too, which freed up a little time for me to do other servile things ahah! But I felt so useful and so at home at the feet of those two amazing Men. After all, I have been the first faggot to both of them!
Anthony and I are back at his place (aka “my” apartment), and life is getting back to normal. But I have to admit I’m hoping to see Arthur again from time to time, hopefully soon… And I can’t wait to find out how his life will change now that he knows the truth! I look forward to mentor some faggots to serve him as he deserves!
I hope you’re doing well, big bro!
Lots of love!
your loving little bro
fab the fag
WOW!!!
Fabien continues to impress me with both his dedication to pro-level fag service and also his mentor-level representation of hierarchical truth. His training and development under Master Anthony has resulted in an incredible array of skills.
What he did to both teach Alpha Arthur and then help him to take action is a masterclass of faggot enticement. This is how it’s done! Fabien reminds me SO MUCH of how I was in my early days, utilizing my intelligence, my ability to apply hierarchical principles, and my ability to make straight Alphas to feel comfortably excited to convince multiple straight Alphas to try using me. It’s one of my proudest accomplishments as a faggot, and I sense that Fabien is proud to do that, too!
I’ll point out a technique Fabien utilized effectively here to get Alpha Arthur to finally give in to his desires: at one point Fabien made a sexual move (like positioning his head near Alpha Arthur’s dick) and then gave him some encouragement. This combination of stimuli proved to be the cocktail that caused Alpha Arthur to finally take whatever he wanted!
Honestly, this encounter between Alpha Arthur and Fabien should also be credited to Master Anthony. He knew the skills of his most beloved faggot, as well as the needs of his cousin. Master Anthony understood that he only had to arrange the meeting and leave the rest to Fabien. It really reveals Master Anthony’s trust and pride in his wonderful, talented fag!
I know I’m proud of Fabien, too! This is a landmark example of how to seduce straight Alphas! Thank you, dear Fabien!
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Dear Sam,
I read your latest post and wanted to put my two cents into this conversation. I hope younger fags will read this carefully.
There is nothing extreme or pathological in acknowledging hierarchical dynamics between alphas and fags. What is extreme—and counterproductive—is the idea that a fag’s role begins and ends with service or submission without the prior work of self-possession. The most important necessity is that a fag must first take care of himself. Self-discipline, physical and mental maintenance, competence in study or work, and basic self-regard are not optional extras. They are the precondition for any healthy dynamic.
Only someone who is comfortable in his own skin, who can feed himself, manage his time, hold a job or advance a career, and regulate his impulses can offer consistent, high-quality service. The more self-aware and self-disciplined a fag is, the better the service he can provide. Chaos, self-neglect, or performative helplessness do not produce better submission; they produce burnout, resentment, and short-lived arrangements. Discipline—whether cultivated internally or reinforced by an alpha—is not a dirty word. It is a practical requirement. Positive energy exists in abundance in many fags; without channeling, it scatters. Service is one legitimate, historically recurring way to give that energy form and direction.
That historical recurrence matters, especially for younger fags who have grown up online. Classical Greek erastes–eromenos bonds combined mentorship, military preparation, philosophical formation, and sex; material support and gifts typically flowed from the higher-status partner toward the younger. Roman patronage and clientela systems were hierarchical and reciprocal: the superior offered protection, advancement, and resources; the inferior offered loyalty, political support, and useful service. Status differences were real, erotic elements sometimes present, and service expected—but the subordinate’s value (and today the fag’s value) rested on competence, loyalty, and usefulness.
Modern findom is entirely legitimate when it is consensual and clearly negotiated. It is not a necessity. It is a recent, internet-era elaboration of power exchange. Before the internet, alphas who fucked fags did so for the direct pleasure of power, control, and sexual use—nothing more was required. Cash tribute was not the historical price of admission. Treating financial extraction as the default or the purest expression of hierarchy confuses a contemporary option with older models in which the core exchange was the act itself and the structured usefulness that accompanied it.
The deeper continuity is complementary difference in drives. The alpha’s physiology and psychology typically orient toward control, fucking, breeding, competition, and outward assertion; the fag’s toward service, containment of that energy, and the satisfaction of being used within clear bounds. These are not moral rankings. They are observed patterns of orientation that allow hierarchical men to function better.
There is no inherent shame in being a faggot. Once self-discipline is established and a fag has found an alpha whose standards and presence actually fit, the dynamic can be mutually generative. Both parties grow. The alpha gains a reliable outlet and a partner whose competence multiplies his own effectiveness; the fag gains structure, purpose, and the concrete experience of being useful. Alphas have a practical duty here: letting the fag develop—skills, fitness, emotional regulation, career capacity—is not charity. It is self-interest. A stronger, more capable fag is a better instrument and a more durable one. The alpha’s need to express through sport, sex, and dominance finds its counterpart in the fag’s nature; the equilibrium is delicate precisely because it depends on both sides remaining functional adults rather than collapsing into caricature.
None of this requires romanticizing degradation or pretending that every online role-play is a serious life structure. It simply requires honesty about complementary needs and the basic adult requirement that anyone who wants to serve—or to be served—must first be able to stand on his own feet. Self-care is not the opposite of hierarchy. It is what makes hierarchy sustainable and, for those who choose it, generative.
I am sure somebody will disagree, and that is fine. But an 18-year-old man, whether alpha or fag, should still stand on his own feet. That is where his value begins.
Yours, Mr. Fag
Excellent, thoughtfully-executed essay on this topic, my brother!!! Thank you for sharing!
Didn’t think there’d be so many other guys owning faggots all around the world! One of my cunt boys showed me this site, it’s awesome knowing that anywhere in the world I can find some servicing and fag pussy to use and breed.
Kayn here, Sir or Master to you, fag. 17 years old, finishing up high school in a month, and bet you can’t guess how many men I’ve owned through cunting them out (my new favourite word! Thanks fag!) I/m so grateful for my dad’s super alpha genes, me, my older brother, and my dad are all mega strong powerful men, wherever there’s men, we see potential bitches waiting to be owned and fucked. Right now, I can hear my older brother cunting out (love that word still) one of his boy faggots and its girl, dad is fucking the shit out of a gym uncle in the garage, and I got two muscled fags bred full, fucked stupid to exhaustion and kissing my feet right now.
Dad tells and teaches bro and me about how to be proper owners of our faggots, ever since we were young he told us we were different, born to lead and rule and be in control. He’s in the military, so we moved around a lot, until we settled where we are for the past six years. It’s rare to have a day where there isn’t a cunt boy or faggot in our house, either taking care of domestic shit or taking care of our alpha need. Andy (my bro) and I are basically younger versions of dad, his genes are that strong, bro is the bigger version, taller than dad and wider, while I’m shorter than both, but I love how my size makes guys think they’re my equal. I’ve tossed around bodybuilders like toys, my muscles look so much bigger on me, and what I lack in height, I make up for in my 10 inch bull-cock compared to their 9 inches. And I’m still growing and getting stronger!
That’s it from me. I got a cunt who’s rubbing against my cock like a needy slut, and I/m going to wreck it’s pussy again. The other is gonna make a late night snack for the rest of us once we’re done giving our fags some good cuntings. Hah, I love that word, it’s going into my dictionary from now on!
Oh, dad and bro are straight or bi, they don’t care. Me though? I’m gay, and own it proudly. And I will beat the shit out of and punish anyone who thinks I’m weak because of it. Understood? Good.
Master Kayn, thank you very much for writing to me and making such a powerful introduction!
Alpha genetics are amazing, aren’t they? I can’t believe scientists dismiss Alphahood in general or the concept of Alpha lineage when it’s so obvious! Just look around! I’ve served Alpha brothers in the past, known multiple Alpha brothers in one family, and I’ve covered countless true stories of Alpha fathers with Alpha sons! The evidence is overwhelming!
It certainly helps to raise proper Alpha sons when there is father teaching them hierarchical truth like your amazing Dad, Master! You and Master Andy were gifted superior genes from him, but he also taught you how to wield that great power! I adore God Alpha fathers like him! He reminds me of God Alpha Dino, and how he raised his two God Alpha sons. Their stories and more are in the right sidebar.
I would love to hear more about your family; how you were raised, how you learned about the ownership of faggots, and your first impressions when you started using fags, Master!
Thank you so much for introducing yourself to me! If you want to write back, you can use the Ask A Question box, or you can write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!
Hello Brother Sam, I’m curious. Have you heard any updates regarding fag Kamal and his Alpha? It’s somewhat surprising how unique fag Kamal’s circumstances are and how fortunate he is that he’s able to serve an alpha who chooses to remain compassionate and loving after his confession to him.
Thank you for the question!
Sadly no, I haven’t heard an update from Kamal since he bravely submitted to his Alpha uncle Master Farid (CLICK HERE for all of his posts). I do publish everything when I receive it, so I assure you I’m not leaving anything out!
I do hope it’s going well! Thank you for checking in!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve been the First Faggot to at least five straight Alphas, and each time it’s happened I’ve felt such a weight of responsibility. I always want to give Alphas good experiences, but with straight Alphas who have never known what’s it like to be serviced by a faggot, there’s more importance to get it right. I’ve always taken this responsibility seriously.
Fabien is a faggot after my own heart. He’s the little brother I never had, and we both see eye-to-eye on the importance of our purpose as faggots of straight Alphas. We also value and cherish every opportunity we have to be of service to these Kings!
Fabien’s latest update tickled me because it’s full of the joy as well as the scheming that we faggots do when dealing with straight Alphas who are oblivious to the purpose of faggots.
Read on to learn more:
My beloved big brother,
I definitely don’t want to make the same mistake of forgetting to tell you about an important moment in Anthony’s life (and mine), so I’m using the time while the Alphas are sleeping to write you a recap of the day!
My Master and I have been staying in a lovely little villa near the beach since yesterday. Today, while Anthony went to see some friends who were visiting nearby, I was supposed to pick up his older cousin Arthur at the train station. My Master told me that he thought his cousin was probably an Alpha (he’s very popular with girls, scores a string of conquests, and is generally very well-liked by everyone) but that, to his knowledge, he didn’t use any slaves. So I had the pleasure of meeting Arthur today and taking him to the beach, where he wanted to spend some time, and then at the villa, where he’s spending the week with us.
As soon as I saw him, I knew that my Master Anthony was right and that his cousin was an Alpha. Arthur is in his early thirties, about my age, and he exudes confidence and charm. You’ll probably think I’m obsessed with Spider-Man (and maybe I am!), but I think he has a bit of a resemblance to Andrew Garfield when he was younger and more muscular. In any case, my servile instinct kicked in immediately when I was with him!
When I met him, I took his luggage and asked him what he wanted and what I could do for him. I’ll try to transcribe as faithfully as possible (albeit maybe simplifying a bit) the conversation he and I had while we were walking to the beach and I was carrying his things.
“So you’re Tony’s roomate, hey?”
“Actually, I’m more his live-in servant. That’s why I am at your service as well, Sir! Tell me anything you want.”
He chuckled. “What do you mean? Does he pay you to clean his house and stuff like that?”
“No, he doesn’t pay me. Actually, I’m the one who gives him money! He deserves all I can give to him, and more.”
He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and puzzlement. Anthony hadn’t told me what I should or shouldn’t say to his cousin, but I felt it was my hierarchical duty to tell the truth to this Man who, clearly, wasn’t yet living the life he deserved to his full potential.”You see, Sir, there’s a Male Hierarchy, and the Alpha Males are at the top. They are the strongest, most confident and powerful Men who are natural leaders. The most superior Alphas are the ones who own and use slaves, especially male slaves.”
He wore an incredulous smile. “And so, men like you…”
“I’m not a Man. I don’t deserve that name, because I’m at the very bottom of the Hierarchy. I’m a slave. I was born for this.” He seemed more and more interested, though he was still skeptical. So I went on.
“Me and other males, we are natural slaves. We exist to serve Alphas and be used by them in any way they want. We serve them domestically, of course, financially, and we praise and worship them. And even sexually.”
He was surprised. “What? I thought Anthony’s was straight! We used to chase girls together, I practically trained him when he was a teen!”
“Then you did a wonderful job, Sir! Anthony is very popular with girls, I can tell you! He fucks them again and again! But even straight Alphas use inferior males sexually. They fuck us because that increases their power and their dominance. That doesn’t make them gay. Actually, they’re the straightest of straight Men.”
Arthur was silent for a moment, clearly deep in thought. When we were at the beach, and he was resting in the shade on a lounge chair after swimming, I sat in the sand, near him, practically at his feet.
“May I ask you a question, Sir? When you were in high school or college, or even now at work, do you have any bootlickers, any minions? People who do your every bidding? Don’t you see the people who bend over backward to please you?”
“Yeah, sure… In a way, I guess… I mean, I’ve always been popular…”
“That’s Hierarchy, Sir. You could certainly have slaves like me if you wanted. And you could fuck them whenever you want!”
He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah! That’s too weird!”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself, Sir. As an Alpha Male, as I gladly think you are, you are entitled to do what you want. If you don’t want to fuck males, just don’t. I would simply say that, in my humble opinion, you’re denying yourself a great power that should belong to you. And I’m saying that with all the respect I own to my superior, Sir!”
After another moment of silence, he asked me “Do you really think I could have a… a slave like you are to Tony?”
“At the very least, I think you should own some servants to do your chores, Sir. A real Man should never stoop to menial tasks unworthy of him. That’s what slaves like me are for. And yeah, I think you would remained stuck at a lower-level Alpha if you don’t use slaves sexually.”
Another silence. I’m almost certain I spotted an hard-on under his swimming trunks… And then, out of the blue. “Would you suck me off?”
I beamed. “Believe me, Sir, I would be very happy to do this for you. But I belong to my Master Anthony. I’m his property, and I cannot possibly submit to any other Man, however Alpha he is, without his explicit approval.”
When we got home to the villa, Anthony was already there. The two cousins shared a manly hug, and my Master motioned for me to unpack and set up Arthur’s things in the room assigned to him. (The two Men sleep upstairs, I sleep on a futon in the kitchen.) When I came back down, I brought them some glasses on a tray while they were chatting by the pool.
“See! I told you my boy would think to serve us drinks! Good boy! So you told Arthur everything about us?
“Does he really do everything you tell him to?”
“Of course! He’s a slave! Look. Fab! Crawl on the floor!”
“Right away, Master!”
I did as I was told. I crawled on my belly, I kissed Anthony’s feet, Arthur’s feet. Anthony put his foot on me. I felt so honored and proud to be used as a trophy by Anthony to display his power in front of his latent Alpha cousin. I was ready to obey every single order at once. Then I lay down on my back. Anthony cleaned his feet on my face.
“Do you like that, slave?”
“A lot, Master! The dirt on the bottom of your feet is worth more than me, Master. Thank you!”
They both laughed. I could tell Arthur was getting more and more comfortable.
“Want to give it a try? Go ahead, he’s all yours! He has no dignity, he’ll do whatever you want!”
“I don’t know… Slave! Do ten push-ups in front of me and kiss my feet every time you go down!”
I obeyed. And I was glad I’d done some working out under Anthony’s orders to make it possible!
I made dinner while they were having fun in the pool. and I waited on them at the table. Later, I served them drinks and served as their footrest while they watched TV. I took the opportunity to lick Arthur’s foot that was resting in front of my face. I glanced at him to see if he was satisfied, and we shared a smile.
When they went to bed, Anthony said to his cousin, “If you wake up before I do, ask the slave for breakfast! And you can feed him your morning wood. He’s very good at blow jobs now.”
I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed, too! I have hard work to do tomorrow: two Alphas to serve and worship! It’s a lot for just one faggot, but I’m so happy to be helping my Master’s cousin awaken to his Alphahood!
Lots of love!
your loving little bro
fab the fag
Fabien does something here that I’ve emphasized countless times: be courageous, frank, and proud when speaking to straight Alphas about being a faggot or about hierarchy.
Why? Because it DISARMS straight Alphas, who are surprised you’re not ashamed. Also, when you speak plainly and frankly about your hierarchical purpose, it allows the Alpha to absorb and admit the truth of hierarchy through such reasoning.
Once you have straight Alphas on their heels, they become curious about why creatures like faggots exist, and what they can do with one.
An example of this: once Arthur learned of faggots, he asked, “would you suck me off?” That’s exactly what my first straight Alpha, Master Roger, said to me!!! It’s always where the straight Alpha brain goes once they learn they have a proud slave available to use!
All of this was possible only because Fabien was courageous from the start. He’d fixed in his mind that he was going to teach Arthur the truth about his service to Master Anthony, defend his own truth as a faggot, and be a teacher of hierarchy to this unknowing King.
Because of that mental/emotional work Fabien had done beforehand, he was ready with responses to questions he knew would eventually come. That casual frankness disarmed Arthur (as it does other straight Alphas), which allowed Fabien an opening to teach through words and actions!
I’m so impressed by Fabien! He’s learned so much about how to teach with purpose while also serving at the highest level. Master Anthony must be SO PROUD to own a great faggot like Fabien, who only ever honors his Master with exceptional service and obedience!
I know I’m proud to call him my brother and friend!
In 1975 a low-budget rock ‘n roll musical appeared briefly in theaters, but those previous few who saw THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW that summer were changed forever.
After that, millions more began flocking to midnight screenings, all based on word-of-mouth.
And all they could talk about was the electrifying, charismatic, no-holds-barred performance of Tim Curry as the lead character Dr. Frank N. Furter, an alien transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania. With his glam-queen makeup, black corset/fishnets, and glittery high heels, Curry embodied the fiery defiance of a million closeted drag queens.
To this day I believe Curry’s entrance in this film (above) to be the undeniable flashpoint post-Stonewall that kicked down the closet door that previously separated gays and straights. Its soundtrack was an aural middle-finger to the establishment, and Tim Curry’s luscious lips snarled every juicy syllable with reckless abandon.
For lesser actors, a heart-stopping role so completely embodied as Curry did with ROCKY HORROR would likely mean a life in the typecast ghetto. But Curry didn’t allow it to define his talent. He went on to bring Pennywise to life in IT (still unsurpassed), Darkness in the film LEGEND, and memorable supporting roles in ANNIE and CLUE.
Sadly, a stroke mostly silenced him 20 years ago.
He’s gone now, relieved of his suffering. But what he left was a legacy of living with gusto and uncompromised class. He will always be beautiful, strutting defiantly in high heels and hissing sensually in our darkest dreams!
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!
Well, Titouan had an exciting summer servicing random straight Alphas on the beach and whatnot (as all young fags tend to do!), but the summer is winding down now and routine returns to everyone’s lives. For Titouan, that means returning to his straight, married Master and the secret apartment used to service him.
Not a bad trade-off, particularly given that his Master is taking time to train Titouan and mold his mind into a more obedient servant (although Titouan is already an excellent faggot). Every Alpha has his own plans for his fags, and this Master is no exception.
Here’s Titouan’s update about his Master:
My Paris Alpha made me go with him yesterday to a discreet Paris sex club, there were other mature men and sexy girls, he wanted a girl to lick and suck me, she did it, and did it so well. When we went back to the place where he sees me and presumably other boys (not in same part of Paris as his family apartment), he asked me how it was. i answered truth, that it made me realize the huge pleasure it can be. i know why he did this (after i had told him another daddy had same idea when i was even younger). Knowing really what it is maximizes frustration when after it’s forbidden and you have to wear chastity. And i understand for the Alpha his pleasure is maximized by knowing it’s reserved for him, and by his faggot’s frustration. i already feel so jealous of other boys who can freely have their dicks sucked, but it makes me feel even more the fairness of hierarchy, and makes me even more eager to serve Alphas and to give them maximum pleasure.
Now it’s what we call “courses de rentrée” = back to (high)school (or university) shopping.
For my Alpha I offer him sexy underwear (pic 1), expensive but as a real male deserves, so exciting to see it on him, very soft fabric and big bulge, and to know he’s going to wear it as well in front of others either girls or other guys.
My Alpha also ordered me to buy (pic 2) chastity cage I’ll have to wear two weeks as punishment for going with another Daddy during my holiday. i know He has right to punish me and i deserve it, as the fair rule is He can see other boys, but i as twink faggot must have sex only with Him & the ones He decides and chooses ( told me something about this last point, i wonder who it could be). Must buy small size because of my little dick. And still the other rule that i must wear only boyish tighty whities, other way of making me humiliated when seen and laughed at by other boys or girls, and reminding the superiority of Alphas of any age, and my place as jeune pédale (young faggot).
My Alpha added third thing i must buy, after boyish whities & chastity cage
sent me these pics (tu achètes aussi = you buy also this)
after seeing some videos on gayboystube, he’s very excited at idea of spanking me his young faggot before i must lick and suck him , i know it is his right as Alpha Daddy
Looks like Master is intending to have some creative fun with his little faggot Titouan! Can’t wait to hear how it goes!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the best fag students I’ve had over the 11+ years I’ve had this site is little Fabien, the French faggot who is now owned completely by his straight God Alpha, Master Anthony. From the very first time Fabien asked me for advice, he has been humble, brave, hardworking, honest, and dedicated.
Because of Fabien’s worshipful efforts, Master Anthony has increased in power exponentially and multiple other Alphas and faggots have come to know their purposes. Fabien is now one of the world’s premier mentor faggots, and I’m exceptionally proud of him!
Fabien sent me this beautiful meditation on what being a faggot means to him. I want to share it with everyone.
Here:
I took the opportunity to listen to a few of your podcasts, and I have to tell you how much I enjoyed the one on jealousy. It’s full of very important truths! As you say, I never take anything from my Master for granted and that’s absolutly crucial! Having the right mindset is so important for a faggot and that’s something I teach to all the brothers I have the privilege to mentor.
We faggots must always remember that we are not special, we are disposable. The Alphas owe us nothing and we owe them everything. We must earn the privilege to serve them domestically or sexually and we must earn their appreciation if they ever feel like expressing it to us. Even just being in their presence is a privilege! As you say, Alphas will always have their ways: that’s their birthright and that’s how the word works. We have nothing to offer them but our complete devotion and obedience.
And I know it’s natural to feel even a little bit of jealousy and I won’t pretend it never happens to me. But every single time, I immediately suppress that feeling by focusing only on what matters: Anthony’s happiness, comfort and pleasure. And what else matters? Other Alphas’ happiness, comfort and pleasure. That’s it. Nothing else matters nearly as much. They are Kings, we are slaves. They have rights over us, we have duties towards them. Period.
I’ll never thank you enough for opening my eyes to the truth of Hierarchy! I’m thrilled to follow your lead and spread this truth around me.
Lots of love,
fab the fag
It’s impossible to add or subtract a single thing in this letter. It is perfect, and summarizes the correct mental outlook for any faggot who wants to find fulfillment.
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I spent a semester abroad in Italy the summer I finally understood what I was.
I was twenty-something, soft, eager, and quietly starving for something I didn’t have a name for yet. Near the end of term a very handsome 41-year-old man—recently divorced, taking a month in a little villa in the countryside—invited me to stay with him for a week. I said yes without hesitation.
When I stepped off the train and saw him waiting, the first thought that hit me was how beautiful he looked in the late-afternoon light. Handsome as the sun. I wasn’t scared. I was excited.
The second we were alone in the car he told me to get on my knees. He needed to cum. I did it right there, like a good fag, and swallowed every drop. That was only the appetizer.
After dinner and a shower the real week began. Every time his cock got hard—which was often—he used me. He’d be watching television and I’d lean over, get him hard with my mouth, then climb into his lap so he could push inside me. He decided early on that all of his cum belonged in my ass. No waste. No exceptions. By the end of each day I was carrying at least five of his loads inside me, sometimes more. Thick, heavy, leaking out of me whenever I stood or sat.
He was powerful—not cruel, not mean, just overflowing with power. He knew exactly what he wanted and he took it. Spit ran down my chin while I sucked him. Cum filled my hole until it was overflowing. Once a day he would stand over me in the bathroom or the garden and piss on me, warm and deliberate, marking me. I trusted him completely. I never flinched. I opened my mouth when he told me to, tilted my head back, and let it run down my chest and stomach. Spit, piss, and cum—every single day. And I enjoyed every single moment of it.
A couple of days in, something shifted. He had me on my back on the couch, legs folded open, driving into me with slow, heavy thrusts while the television murmured in the background. My little soft dick was bouncing uselessly against my stomach. Then the pressure inside me built past the point I could control. My whole body started shaking. My hole clenched hard around him. And without a single touch to my cock I began to cum—clear, helpless spurts pulsing out of my limp dick while he kept fucking me through it.
I looked up at him, dazed, still shaking. He looked down at me and something changed in his eyes.
It wasn’t just arousal. It was recognition. Pure, sudden alpha epiphany. He saw my body betraying itself for him—saw that his cock alone was enough to make a fag cum without permission—and the knowledge hit him like a drug. His thrusts got deeper, more possessive. He growled under his breath, almost laughing, and kept pounding me while I twitched and leaked, completely undone. From that moment on he knew exactly what he was. He started calling himself my alpha out loud, and I felt how true it was.
The rest of the week was the same pattern: his cock in my hole whenever he wanted it, load after load left inside me, the daily shower of his piss, the constant taste of his spit and cum. Every night after he’d finished he’d hold me, stroke my hair, tell me I’d done well. He was sweet about it. He took care of me because he knew I had given myself completely to his power.
Sunday came and I had to leave. He said a friend would drive me to the station. On the way the friend asked if I’d had a good time. I said yes, then admitted I was uncomfortable sitting.
“How so?”
I told him the truth about the week—the five loads a day, the piss, the way my hole stayed open and full, the way I came hands-free just from being used. He laughed, soft and knowing, and said, “Ti ha rotto il culo.” (“He broke your ass.”) Then he pulled over, parked on the side of the road, and told me to lean over. “That’s your job,” he said. I knew he was right. I opened my mouth and did it.
After he finished he didn’t let me sit back up right away. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, looking down at me while I wiped my mouth.
“You’re really a faggot,” he said, almost gently. “Look at you. With that culo rotto you’ll never go back. You’re a fag for the rest of your life now. You better get used to serving real men like us.”
He said it again when he started the engine, quieter this time, like he was simply confirming something obvious. And once more when he dropped me at the station, leaning out the window:
“Remember what I told you. You’re done pretending. Serve real men.”
I didn’t argue. I just nodded, still tasting him, still leaking the week’s worth of cum, and felt how true every word was.
When the summer ended and I was back home I understood something permanent: how right it felt to be a fag, and how much certain men enjoy the power of using one. That week in the Italian countryside became my private reference point. The secret I carry. And whenever I meet a man who recognizes what I am, it still works the same way.
I was cunted that summer. There was spit and piss and cum, and I loved every second of it. And it was fantastic.
Yours, Mr. Fag
One of my proudest achievements with this site has been the description, naming, and categorization of CUNTING. When it happened to me the first time, I didn’t have any resources to fall back on to help me understand it. Once I finally did on this site, I was deluged by faggots asking me questions and sharing their experiences with it. Today, there simply is no other resource online that contains the wealth of information and real-life experiences than this site.
Mr. Fag’s experience shows just how powerful that experience can be! This was essentially his revelation, the moment he left whatever his life was before and embraced a new truth. It’s beautifully-written, but more importantly, it’s honest. I want all faggots to experience this transformation for themselves!
I also want Alphas to appreciate the power they have to enact this life-changing transformation in faggots. Armed with their Alpha cocks and their Alpha dominance, they are able to pound a new reality into a faggot and force a most dramatic transformation. It’s beautiful in many ways, most of all the fact that cunting cements real ownership for the life of the faggot.
There simply is nothing more powerful than the cunting of a faggot by an Alpha in all of hierarchy. It practically defines hierarchy. I hope every Alpha and every faggot can experience it for themselves!
Hi fag, interested follow up on Bergvall. But it seems he has girl friend, but still would serve as a fag for his team? Also interesting aspect is that he’s very rich so probably had people working for him, even doing his laundry. Don’t you think it may or some chaos into hierarchy? On that note, what you think is relation between wealth and dominance?
Thanks for writing!
Okay, well thanks for that updated information. Maybe Bergvall isn’t a faggot after all. Totally cool with that, although I do find the way he’s manhandled by the team a bit suspect. But whatever.
He does looks like he comes from money. There’s just something about his blonde, chiseled, well-groomed look at that makes him seem a bit aristocratic. As I’ve said, I don’t know anything about soccer and very little about his culture, so these are all barely-educated guesses.
As far as wealth and hierarchy are concerned, I’ve done a bit of studying on this, actually. I don’t find convincing evidence that wealth itself contributes to hierarchical positioning itself, but I do think it can amplify certain characteristics (particularly in Alphas). However, Alphas with inherited wealth tend to be poor leaders of other Men (see: the “Men” in Trump’s administration).
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.
In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.
In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.
Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.
After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:
“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”
I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:
Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.
Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!
I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.
And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:
My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…
One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!
The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:
“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”
“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”
“I fear it hurts…”
“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”
After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”
I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”
I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!
Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.
Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Now THAT is one hell of an update!
I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!
God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!
Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:
Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!
Bye, faggot!
And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:
Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !
Translated:
There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!
Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!
Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!
