Hi Sam! I’m a fag in my late 30s living in the northeast US, and the straight alpha I’m longing to serve lives in the Midwest. I had a crush on the guy in college, but I moved on from wanting a romantic connection with him by the time we were done with school (almost 20 years ago). I found out after college that he’d been fucking guys all through college, but he was keeping it on the DL because he was concerned about hurting my feelings. I’m pretty sure he and another one of our close friends were also banging on the regular, and in retrospect, there were a few opportunities for the three of us to play that I was too chicken to pursue.
A few years ago, I brought it up, and he said, “Yeah, everyone needs a big cock up their ass sometimes.” It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I was glad that bringing it up didn’t mess with our friendship. In 2022, I visited him for a week, and he flirted with me the whole time! In front of his girlfriend (now wife), he suggested that I might want to suck a load out of his cock—she looked mildly scandalized, but I got the impression he found a woman who lets him fly his freak flag. At another point in the visit, we were in the back patio of a bar and he was telling me a story about going to a strip club with friends, and he grabbed my crotch playfully at one point to make a point. My partner (male) and I went to his wedding last year, and though we didn’t make out (like we did at a mutual friend’s wedding a few years prior), we danced together and I felt the charge still there. I also met a friend of his during that visit, who he does a naked bike ride with every year; I also felt a charge with that guy.
It’s obvious he was testing and provoking me when I visited, but at the time, I was too scared to jump on the opportunities he presented. We catch up on the phone occasionally, and the guy is still my best friend, but we don’t see each other in person very often.
I fantasize constantly about serving him and his friend, giving them my holes and my hands and my mouth, letting them dominate me and in all ways treat me like the fag I am. He and his wife might be heading my way at some point this year—do you have any suggestions about how I can find and engineer opportunities, both now and when he’s here, to communicate my eagerness to please without going overboard? I feel confident that our friendship can withstand some stretching of the boundaries that have been there for close to two decades, but I get the feeling the onus is on me to make the next move. What do you think?
Thank you for the question!
Your situation is incredibly disappointing, You’ve had TWO DECADES of this straight Alpha signaling that he wants to use you, and you’ve pushed him back or stalled out of fear. What else needs to happen? Does he need to hire a sky-writer to write “SUCK MY DICK” in the air? Maybe take out a full-page ad in a newspaper?? It makes no sense.
Now here we are and you’re asking me what to do to encourage him to use you. It’s crazy. I literally think you just need to get up enough courage to kneel before him and apologize for not being brave enough to submit to him. Better yet, copy my “Letter To An Alpha” (link in the right sidebar) and send it to him. See what he says.
Look, I’m not trying to hurt you … but you need to understand how insane it is that you’ve been this constipated all of these years while this Alpha has been practically demanding service from you. There are so many faggots who would KILL to have such an opportunity handed over to them on a platter.
You’ve done the exact wrong things with this Alpha to this point. Time to start doing the right things before it’s too late. Shit or get off the pot!
Society continues to strongly discourage fraternity hazing on college campuses in America, and I understand why. The practice is often dangerous, and has led to the death of students from time to time.
But so does walking across the street.
Here’s what society doesn’t understand: hierarchy drives these young Alphas to continue the practice of hazing, and therefore that practice isn’t going to stop anytime soon. These young Alphas are instinctually driven to do this.
Hi Sam! I am a 26 year old new found faggot. I learned maybe a bit later in life, but I am so happy to have found my place in society and the hierarchy. I am 6’5″ 210lbs muscular, masculine, jock of a fag. The only physical feature of me that IS fitting is my small package between my legs.
My question is: Do you think I will have a more difficult time finding an Alpha to serve? Do Alphas like masculine, larger faggots? I’m sure that there are fags of all sizes, but I just feel self conscious that I don’t find the typical mold.
Also, if you know of any Alphas in the Great Lakes region, I would love to meet some!
Thank you for the question, brother!
Sounds like you’re in terrific shape! I get this question every so often, and here’s the truth: YES, there are definitely some Alphas who would love to own and use you! I’ve covered Alphas who ONLY hunted and conquered faggots larger than them!
Here’s a recommendation since you’re a gym faggot: wear a chastity cage in the locker room and shower room. Show it off. Alphas will take notice and make a move of some kind.
You should join my Discord! There are channels for every area on the planet, so you might be able to find someone there!
This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I love hearing stories from faggots who discover their true purpose and immediately and fearlessly take action to offer themselves. It’s something I’ve always taught, and a mantra I’ve lived by throughout my own journey as a faggot.
It’s a fairly simple philosophy, but it’s sad how many faggots fail at it.
One faggot I can say has NOT failed to fulfill it is young fag Prath. In my dealing with him, Prath has proven himself to be a conscientious student, always seeking advice and acting immediately on it.
It’s no wonder he’s had such great success in his short life!
It’s been a while since I last heard from Prath, but he reached out to me to tell me about a new experience.:
You know what it’s not very common in our country but still many people are aware about hierarchy, dominant relationship etc about the lifestyle. I have joined a gym last month and its a big franchise kind where many elite people generally comes.
As been into lifestyle I feel turn on and submissive after watching such hot gym masters around me and there I came across guy(master). He is younger to me which is a big turn on and then with a great masculine body. If it would have been before I couldn’t approached him but now after serving doms I did approach him without waiting for days.
You know what I met him in the locker room and it was him and me alone at that time. And without telling him anything I bent down on my knees so that he will understand some dynamics
I was curious and scared but at the same time with hard urge i did that and he literally laughed at me and took me towards his car after gym for the talk.
No brother it was not just a talk but he asked me more about the dynamics what I was looking by getting on my knees right there and then he made me lick his sweaty armpits while talking. And took me to his home where he was staying alone and I was shocked after seeing such a luxurious lifestyle he is living in such an age.
Oh brother he said, I want to take a look how determined you are to become my “pet” so he gave me a task to clean his house in presence of his female maid just in the boxers. I was reluctant first but then I did it and his maid was laughing continuously while he was ordering me to do this and that. I cleaned all his house, I set his clothes, his weights and made him a break fast. Only then he took a notice and asked me to pay or renewed for his gym membership and I did instantly..
After then while he was eating the breakfast I made he let me lick his feet clean and then he took in the kitchen where he fucked my mouth wildly and I was shocked to see his package is really great so that his stamina.. he fucked me whole day and made me cry and pained..
From then he makes me serve and support him in the gym like helping him with weights, towels anything I can in the gym.. even the daily black coffee he drinks in the gym in the morning only after I pay for him.
Yes brother and it always feels good to serve this kind of humurous, happy and playful alphas.
He is rich, playful and wild. He listen me like a lover and teach me like he is elder and this contradictory when he is younger to me.
Prath’s success as a faggot is directly tied to his bravery. When he sees an Alpha, he does things like kneel submissively regardless of the circumstances. He’s not ashamed to be a faggot; it’s simply what he is.
But here’s the key: ALPHAS RECOGNIZE FAGGOT SUBMISSION! When they see a faggot submissively kneeling before them, a primordial switch is triggered within them that makes them want to take ownership of it.
Faggot submission does that, but only when it’s done with the qualities I listed above, something Prath has become quite good at fulfilling.
I’m proud of my brother. Fags like him are the reason I’m here at all!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
We’ve been hearing a lot from Master Jase recently, which is fine by me. His unparalleled, clear-eyed view from the very top of hierarchy gives him the perfect pulpit from which to gift inferiors (including most Alphas) with his knowledge and experience.
In the midst of his training session with Master Jake, Master Jase decided he needed to blow off steam. You know what that means … raping a pillaging! It seems there was a “muscle orgy” arranged specifically for Master Jase by his lieutenants:
One of my alphas organised it for me to enjoy Valentine’s. He’s one of my favourites, definitely an apex alpha with the way his presence oozes masculinity in both his body and attitude. He has his own share of fags and sluts that he uses. Yet this hunky alpha loves and craves nothing more than to have his oversized muscled body folded in a pretzel while my god cock ravages his innards. There were around 4 other muscle alphas, and 20 muscle fags and sluts there. By now most of my fags and sluts and alphas have come to know one another. They all share the same addiction to my utter dominance and my cock inside them.
So that gathering sounded pretty good, certainly brimming with lots of possibilities for Master Jase to vent his always-prodigious power!
But, oddly enough, Master Jase had a deeper realization while mounting and breeding all of the muscled sex toys there with him … and it involved my latest podcast episode!
Read:
Fag. There is no update on Jake and his fag brother. I spent this weekend and Friday at a muscle orgy. Ceaseless mounting and cunting. Holes and pussies all surrendered to my powerful cock and dominance and strength for multiple hours. When I rested, I had fags at my feet sucking and worshipping up to my cock, keeping it warm, and others with their noses buried in my pits, or offering drinks and snacks. I cannot count how many fags and sluts I fucked and bred. Which rooms I fucked them in. Only that when I deemed it the end, I stood and looked over brutally cunted fags and sluts lying everywhere, their gaped ruined pussies and mouths running and leaking out my potent seed. And my god cock and body was still hard and pumped and ready for more. It is a thrill to at times lose myself to that endless feral rut of merciless mounting and breeding.
What I wanted to message you about, is that while I was relaxing and enjoying a cock servicing from, ironically, a married slut, I was listening to your podcast about your response to the discussion of straight and gay alphas.
I know that you wanted the discussion to mostly end, faggot. I want to add one caveat of mine, a thought that you might appreciate.
It was interesting to hear about how you view straight alphas who willingly use faggots sexually as ascending to godhood. That they have gone beyond their sexuality and know their calling is to receive the worship and service of anyone below them, male or female, fag or bitch.
I want to express that I feel the same way. I have preferences towards males. Masculine, strong, confident males at that.
However, I have also fucked and cunted numerous females. Transformed and broken them into delirious cock sleeves. In front of their husbands and boyfriends. They willingly spread their legs for me. The ladies understand that they are also there to serve me and my needs.
While I do not take as great pleasure with females, nor the same physical level of brutal dominating aggression I can take on a faggot as I can a female, it nonetheless is the counterpart to when straight alphas sexually use faggots. It is a sign of control. Of dominance. Of power.
I know I am a god alpha. Perhaps that is why I never thought to put these musings into words. As it comes naturally to me that any hole presented to me is mine to take.
That is my last curious note and thought that emerged as I laid back, my cock nursed and suckled on, and listening to your podcast, fag. The topic should be done and dusted as you said.
I’m not sure how to react to the idea that Master Jase is listening to the podcast while getting his dick worshiped by multiple fags. I’m humbled! That seems like an awful lot of multitasking, but Master Jase is more than capable enough to walk, chew gum, rub his belly, and rule the world!
I’m glad that Master Jase and I agree on this issue of straight Alpha owners of faggots. True, he and I tend to agree on most things because we have both experienced the truth of hierarchy for ourselves.
I thought it was revealing to hear Master Jase admit that he’s never really thought about these issues before. Honestly, why would he? He’s so busy conquering and commanding legions of inferiors that little extra time exists for such meditations. But once he was able to stop and consider it, he drew similar conclusions!
Despite the exhaustive efforts of sites like this one, the mainstream remains oblivious (even resistant) to the truth of hierarchy.
When I look at the clip above, I don’t see danger or harm. I see a young, budding Alpha walking his pet faggot in public, a showy display of youthful power.
People in general are frightened of what they don’t understand, but they’re even more frightened of what threatens their “safe” man-made order.
Sights like this ping an ancient memory of a time when “the law of the jungle” reigned supreme, a time when the strong could take from the weak without consequence while Nature smiled approvingly.
This frightens the masses, hence the hyperventilating response above.
Well, they’re going to have to get used to it. More and more young Alphas are discovering hierarchical truth online and fearlessly embracing their natural dominance.
Hierarchy is the truth. It is the First Law of Mankind. No amount of politically-correct whining will ever stop it!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.
Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.
So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.
In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.
Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!
To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.
My good sam the faggot,
I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.
First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.
I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.
Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.
But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.
As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?
But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.
There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
Daughter, sister and mother of real men
I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?
The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!
Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!
It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!
Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!
I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!
I’m a submissive boy from Iran. I’m 31 years old and married. My wife knows about my desires and sometimes dominates me it feels nothing for me. It feels so fake. I considered myself straight all my life and I wanna submit to a dominant woman in my dreams but finding a real one seems impossible specially where I live.
I’m your long time reader and alpha men and hierarchy idea really turns me on and I think it’s true. There is a natural hierarchy between men
But here is my problem, whenever I tried to approach or have any kind of erotic or sexual or service based contact with an alpha man I feel turned off by the body and the look and voice and…. Of those men. I’m submissive who craves for power to worship but I can’t find it in women and I can’t enjoy serving men. So I’m confused. Am I a faggot? And if I am what should I do? I tried contacting alpha men few times but each time I felt sick in stomach after our first meeting. And gave it up. Your wisdom and help is well needed and appreciated bro
Thank you so much for the question!!
I dearly love hearing from faggots and others from the Middle East. It crushes me to know my fag brothers and others (like you) who don’t conform to the restrictive sexual rules of that region. I worry all the time about those faggots who might never find fulfillment and/or lose their lives in the Middle East. If you’ve been reading me for a long time, you’ll know I rescued a kid (18-years-old) from Syria that I met through the earliest version of this site. He almost died getting out, but he was determined not to suffocate emotionally there and/or be killed. And there was no way I could let that happen, either.
So that’s my perspective when I get the rare chance to speak with someone like you, my friend. Just know there are people like me who desperately want you to be happy, fulfilled, and safe!
Just reading your question, I tend to think you’re not a faggot, but rather a “beta-sub” on the hierarchy chart. Your wife is trying to dominate you (which is commendable on her part), but we all know it’s ridiculous when females try to be dominant. You want an Alpha to dominate you properly, but you’re simply not turned on by the male body.
So what’s the answer? I think it might be good for you to try being a domestic submissive for an Alpha. That’s nonsexual, but still fulfills your desire to serve and be useful to more powerful Men. In addition, such service would probably be safer for you.
Try it, and see if that helps, my friend! My heart is with you!
Master @HashtagRaymondW is one of my favorite Alphas in findom because he truly loves being worshiped by faggots. He’s a beautiful Asian Alpha with perfect feet that deserve to be in a museum.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Step by methodical step, Master Jase has been teaching new young Alpha Master Jake how to cunt faggots (and the importance of doing so). It’s like Yoda teaching Luke about The Force. But Master Jase understands the importance of what he’s teaching Master Jake, so he wants to get it right.
After some preliminary steps in parts 1 and 2, Master Jase finally moves to the third part of his plan: the actual cunting of a faggot in real time.
Cunting fags will always be my thrill, but a close second is teaching and watching another alpha cunt their fags. Jake is a natural. My home slut was willing to demonstrate, and for two days, his pussy was left untouched until last night. I will keep it brief, but it was an absolute success. Jake watched in awe as I put my home slut through the motions. Observed how deep I pushed. Watched as I manipulated my slut. How I paced myself. How I spoke to him.
As I cunted my home slut, I told Jake what to look out for. The breathing and panting, the trembling and twitching of muscles, the arching of the back and body, the changes to the face and mouth, the involuntary spreading and whole body jerking, etc. I pulled out of my home slut and had him clean my cock while dazed, and ordered Jake to attempt to cunt his fag.
Jake is a natural. As all alphas are. He poked and prodded, but put into practice what he saw and what he heard. The first signs from his fag was the instant head toss back and the toes curling on either side of Jake as he slid in deep. The grin on Jake’s face was a joy to see.
I left Jake to his devices and took both my home slut and the brother fag to Tyler’s room to cunt them. I was there to fuck, to breed, and I damn well will. It was nonstop between the two, sliding one tired, well cunted pussy off my cock and ramming it deep into the other, waiting, needy hole.
It was hilarious when, halfway through power-fucking his faggot bro, Jake knocked and said, “I think I broke him.” He had managed to cunt his fag into a state of blacked out bliss. I could not be prouder of him. I told him to care for his fag while it’s cunted and to still treat him as if he was conscious, that his words will bury into his fag’s scrambled brain.
It will not be long before I allow him to cunt his own brother. It will be what Jake deserves, to have a well-trained, submissive and obedient fag when and where he wants to use him.
From a faggot’s perspective, it’s weird to hear Master Jase talk to Master Jake about faggots as if we were nothing more than hogs on a farm. However, that description is apt. Faggots are so far below the level of Master Jase that it makes sense that he looks at fags as mere things … toys in the hands of Men.
But that is precisely what we are.
It’s awesome to get this peek inside the mind of a God Alpha as he teaches a younger Alpha about the wonders of faggot cunting. I thought some of Master Jake’s responses to what he experienced were pretty funny, especially the comment about having broken it. Cunting a faggot can be just as wild for the Alphas as it is for the fag!
Master Jase is such an invaluable resource. He’s an absolute beast sexually, but he’s incredibly intelligent and expressive. He’s the perfect teacher for an enthusiastic Alpha looking to expand his power like Master Jake!
I still get that electric shiver remembering that afternoon back in the summer of 2025, one of those raw, unforgettable moments deep into our 8-year relationship as boyfriends, when Declan’s ownership felt as natural as breathing and the KINK3D Viper cage had long been our go-to for unbreakable, comfortable denial. The Viper was perfect by then: lightweight 3D-printed plastic with sweeping armored curves, full underside closure to crush any cheating thoughts, great airflow for endless wear, and my PA ring locked right through it, keeping me throbbing and secure without a second thought.
That morning he’d chosen my exposure uniform: the bright red mesh shorts, ultra-sheer, fine net-like fishnet that hid exactly zero details. They clung tight to my hips and thighs, the tiny holes putting the Viper’s black curves on blatant display in front, PA ring glinting, balls hanging heavy and vulnerable below. In back, the mesh parted naturally down the center seam, framing my ass cheeks completely bare, the vivid red netting contrasting my skin like I was packaged solely for his eyes. He tugged the waistband high, pulling the fabric taut over the cage and stretching it even tighter across my hole. “My perfect boy,” he murmured, fingers tracing the net along the Viper’s outline. “Locked like always, all see-through and desperate. These stay on all day, no covering. I want to watch you leak while you wait for me.”
Chores around the apartment were charged: dusting, laundry, prepping his snacks, every shift letting air tease through the open mesh, the Viper denying me relentlessly, pre-cum slowly soaking dark patches on the front where nothing was concealed.
By mid-afternoon Declan wanted gaming time, so he led me into our bedroom. The jail cell stood in its usual spot by the window: that sturdy gunmetal metal frame, vertical bars on the sides in a grid, horizontal slats across the top for solid strength, bottom padded with a dark gray blanket and rumpled bedding (though today it stayed empty).
He had me kneel in front of it, facing the bars, then pulled out the real police-issue handcuffs, those heavy stainless steel chain-linked cuffs, cold metal loops connected by a short rattling chain, ratcheting with that final authoritative click, double-lockable for no-escape security. He fastened one cuff snug around the base of my balls (above the sac for grip, always checked for circulation and safety, no risks in our play), threaded the short chain through a lower side bar of the cage, and locked the other end. It pulled me forward hard, making me to hunch against the metal frame from the outside, ass pushed out toward the room, Viper-caged cock and stretched balls thrust forward through the sheer red mesh, hole framed invitingly by the parted netting, body pinned helpless and on full display.
“Good boy,” he said casually, patting my head like his favorite toy before leaving with his controller and headset. “Quiet. Don’t move. I’m going to play my video games.”
Hours melted away. Game sounds filled the other room while I stayed frozen outside the cage, muscles burning sweetly from the pull, mind drifting deep into subspace. The mesh let every draft ghost over my skin, the chastity kept me locked tight and desperate, body a living display piece chained to the bars.
When he finally paused the game and I heard his walk, my pulse hammered. He approached slowly, no rush to release. He crouched in front of me, gripped my chin, tilted my face up to look at his eyes. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with affection and lust. “Chained outside your cell stuck by a pair of handcuffs, those slutty red shorts framing your Viper-locked cock and ass like a gift. So fucking beautiful after all these years. All mine.” He stood, unzipped, spat once on his thick cock to slick it, then stepped behind me. Hands braced on my hips through the mesh; one gripping firm. One slow, claiming push in, no extra prep, stretching and owning me while I gasped against the bars, cuffs keeping my balls pinned taut against the metal, the frame rattling softly with each deep thrust.
He fucked me hard then, every inch possessed, my body jerking forward against the cage with his rhythm. “This is what you’re for,” he growled low in my ear. “My hole. My toy. My good boy who waits so perfectly chained outside like this.”
Hours of knowing I was helpless, he didn’t last long. One final, bruising slam, and he buried deep, flooding me with heat as I moaned brokenly, the chastity holding my cock straining uselessly against its curved plastic prison.
Only after he softened and pulled out did he grab the key. He unlocked the cuffs gently, rubbing the marks on my balls with soothing care, kissing along my neck and spine. He helped me stand on shaky legs, pulled me into his arms, and held me close, stroking my hair, murmuring how much he loved his obedient, displayed boy. That same deep tenderness that’s carried us through 8 years, making every intense bit of control feel safe and cherished.
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I want everyone who follows this site and any part of my network to watch this video from this Alpha who watched videos of the released Epstein files.
Trump is in those fucking files OVER ONE MILLION TIMES, and his fat little fingerprints are all over the crimes in them. He’s implicated in the rape of minors, murder of minors, and many other disgusting acts.
If you still think he’s innocent, then FUCK YOU for being the dumbest piece of shit still breathing. If he was innocent, why is he trying so hard to BLOCK THIS?
A line needs to be drawn in the earth right now. I’ve had it with “but the Democrats” tit-for-tat horseshit. There is NO COMPARISON. This is the worst commission of crimes since the FUCKING HOLOCAUST, and I’m done with anyone supporting it.
All of these so-called “MAGA Alphas” and their sycophantic admirers have been supporting a PEDOPHILE RAPIST.
The end is coming for all of you.
Alphas, this is why you were called as leaders. Being Alpha is about more than just being worshiped and served. Sometimes it’s about leading a charge to overthrow and destroy evil.
Here’s evidence that some Alphas are reaching that conclusion:
If you support Trump, ICE, and the rest of this corrupt administration, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE.
Blood is on your hands. You are nothing but gangrene, and you need to be cut off and destroyed.
As God Alpha @itslynnox rams his huge dick one final time into the deepest part of the faggot and injects his seed directly into its bloodstream, there is a moment of serenity.
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In the last post from Mr. Faggot, I made the comment that using an honorific like “Mister” with a title like “fag” seemed oxymoronic. When I wrote it, I realized the irony of my statement. After all, I very much identified with the things Mr. Faggot said in his letter about what he referred to as “self command” but I might call “self actualization”. Like Mr. Fag, I was deeply trained by three exceptional Masters at a young age to believe that I had value as an intelligent faggot, that my complete submission was righteous and proper, and that I should feel proud to be of service to superior Men.
It’s how I’ve always felt about being a faggot. That’s why I’m not ashamed to tell other people I’m a faggot. In fact, I’m proud to be a faggot, and it’s all because of the Masters who owned me when I was younger … just like Mr. Fag.
Notice how he further defines his development and outlook:
Dear Sam,
This is Mr. Fag. I felt it was time to reach out and provide some necessary clarity regarding my name and the persistent idea that “Mr. Fag” is an oxymoron. I do not see a contradiction; rather, I see the title my first Alpha used to define my purpose.
I want to be clear: I am a man. Biologically, structurally, and functionally. But as my first Alpha taught me—starting when I was nineteen and he was thirty-five—I am a man whose highest purpose is the devoted service of a Real Man. This isn’t a theory; it is a biological realization that he meticulously cultivated in me through years of consensual, rigorous hierarchy.
To those who find the “Mr.” and the “Fag” at odds, they miss the point of the self-command I advocate for. The “Mr.” denotes the masculine vessel; the “Fag” denotes the utility and the recognition of my inferiority. My Alpha taught me that to serve him is not to lose my manhood, but to finally give it a direction: servicing Alphas.
However, this service is not a free-for-all. It is governed by the five pillars my first Alpha installed in me—the code that ensures the Alpha remains the sun and I remain the satellite:
The Denial of Self: I never cum in front of other men. My release is unnecessary.
Physiological Neutrality: I never get hard in front of other men. My body is a theater for his pleasure, not a monument to my own.
The Alchemy of Pain: I accept the pain the sexual act involves. It is the natural weight of his dominance. Under his tutelage, I’ve learned that this “pain” is merely the most intense form of pleasure nature allows a fag to feel.
Total Compartmentalization: I do not bleed into his “real” life. I don’t deal with the wires, the wives, the girlfriends, or the domesticities. I exist only where and how he summons me.
The Sacred Debt: An Alpha’s cum is never neglected. It is the ultimate signature of the Alpha, and it is handled with the absolute reverence it deserves.
Throughout my journey, my dynamics with Alphas have been built on the recognition of the body’s quality when it is fully devoted to a superior. It is a clean, sharp existence. There is no oxymoron in being a man who knows his place—there is only the profound relief of being handled (and used) by someone who knows exactly what to do with me.
I hope this helps the readers understand the “Self-Command” I live by. It isn’t about being less of a man; it’s about being the right kind of man for your Alpha.
Respectfully,
Mr. Fag
Those Five Pillars are outstanding boundaries of a faggot’s life, and I live by all of them now. Some of them were learned the hard way, but I now see the wisdom of them.
When a faggot absorbs his purpose and embraces it fully as Mr. Fag has, these become powerful mantras become comfortable blankets of encouragement. I honestly wish that for every faggot, and I also wish more Masters understood how to purposefully embed these values in their fags.
Maybe we will all get there together someday!
Thank you, my brother Mr. Fag for elucidating these key values for us all!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
There has been a lot of brouhaha over THIS QUESTIONS FROM READERS in which a reader complained about my longstanding belief that there is no appreciable difference between straight and gay Alphas. Like some other issues such as chastity or findom, my position on this issue has evolved over time as I’ve been exposed to other opinions. I certainly didn’t feel straight and gay Alphas were equal when I first started the site in 2015. I’ve just known too many powerful gay God Alpha to ignore the evidence.
One of those powerful gay God Alphas is Master Jase. In fact, he might be one of the most powerful Alphas on EARTH, straight or gay. And I knew as soon as I published that QFR that Master Jase would eventually have something to say.
I wasn’t wrong:
Jake sent this to me. Jake himself is bisexual, but he knows that I am a gay Alpha and asked how I feel about this reader’s post. I pity the reader’s ignorance, fag Sam. He believes that gay men are attracted to straight men because of submission. He doesn’t understand that powerful gay alphas, such as myself, are the opposite.
I am attracted to masculine men because I love to break them. To dominate them. To show that my power and strength is above theirs. My attraction is one fueled by the need to have all that masculine confidence under my control.
The reader doesn’t know how many straight Alphas have sunk their asses onto my cock. How many I have pinned and rutted inside. How many I have cunted wide and taken my seed. How many I have transformed and made into better versions of themselves. Their girlfriends and wives too, I have fucked and made into absolute wastes. It is no comparison to the passion I feel from dominating other men, however. If I wish, I could have knocked up and bred a legion of superior sons and daughters. As it is, I will always keep trying with my circle of sluts and fags. Constantly breeding them deep, hoping to catch seed with my potent cum.
The reader, I don’t doubt is an Alpha. But he needs to learn to not be so close-minded and understand that there are god Alphas of all types, sizes, ethnicities, strengths, and yes, sexualities.
There really is nobody quite like Master Jace. In fact, his perspective is almost too skewed to give a wholly-relatable answer because he is the prototypical example of what I’ve often called the omnivorous Alpha. There are simply some Alphas to whom rules descriptors cannot be applied. Master Jase consumes all flesh equally and at his whim.
So to Master Jase, this argument of straight Alphas vs. gay Alphas is the catty bitching of inferiors, white noise drowned out by wails of the cunted rabble he leaves in his wake.
In fact, it’s God Alphas like Master Jase that really convinced me that, at least at a certain power level, there is absolutely no difference between straight and gay Alphas. I’ve intimately known and met God Alphas (both straight and gay), and they all want the same thing: ultimate power. It’s expressed in different ways, but the end result is always the same.
I’ve heard a lot of differing opinions from people about that DFR the other day. It’s been a healthy conversation. But ultimately, I defer to Alphas like Master Jase, true leaders who see the clearest perched at the top of the hierarchy!
I am a reader of your site and I agree with the hierarchical pyramid you propose. I have a master who is an alpha and whom I worship as a superior being. However, a problem has recently arisen: one of his friends has a submissive and we often see each other together. This submissive is a beta. He is unbearable and feels much more important than me. He also behaves in an unpleasant manner, when we are alone. I talked to my master about it, but he laughed and said that this was nonsense.
I’ve never had any problems with Alphas, and i respect the Hierarchy, but I can’t accept the whims of a beta. In my opinion, a faggot is a better than a beta. A Beta is a faggot who doesn’t have enough courage to be a faggot. What do you think?
Regardless of this consideration, how should I behave with that asshole without offending my master or his alpha friend?
Thank you for the question!
I can definitely appreciate how you feel about beta males. They are hierarchically useless unless they can be manipulated to serve the needs of Alphas. Also, beta males often have an inflated sense of importance because they are not treated like faggots (much like this beta you’re dealing with). Like you correctly said, betas don’t have the courage (or the honesty or humility) that faggots have.
Here’s the thing about this particular beta tormenting you: he’s a “beta-sub” on my hierarchical pyramid, which isn’t enough of a difference from a faggot to have egotistical bragging rights. It’s like being a guy with one paralyzed leg mocking a guy with two paralyzed legs.
I’m unhappy with your Master’s response to this situation. He should be pro-active when his property is being hurt or defamed (especially by a beta). I guess there’s not a lot that can be done about that, though.
As far as this beta is concerned, maybe showing him my chart and explaining to him that he’s really nothing special.
