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!
Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.
But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.
All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!
Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!
Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.
As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:
Hey boy!
I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call!
You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!
Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…” So fucking adorable!
Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!
It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!
I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:
Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites!
I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL
My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!
I LOVE TO BE A MAN !
I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!
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!
It’s been a little while since I’d heard anything from Fabien and his Master, Anthony. I figured they were just enjoying their blessed young lives and exploring their Hierarchical roles and all of the wonders that come from them. It’s easy to get caught up in the fast-moving life of Alphahood!
But today Fabien reappeared with an exciting update in his service to Master Anthony! Read this:
I’ve just returned from a wonderful week at the seaside. Anthony took a week’s vacation in a sea-front villa with two friends, Henri and Charles. Each of them took a slave: so I was part of the trip, along with Clément and a guy named Basile, a thirty-something bartender from a bar frequented by Anthony’s Alpha Pack.
A week of vacation for the Alpha Masters, a week of hard work for the inferior males, as it should be! With Clément and Basile, we were there to take care of packing, cleaning, running errands, cooking and so on. And of course, be there for body worship and sexual service when needed! Which wasn’t all the time, because of course they flirted and fucked a lot of pretty young girls. But you know Alphas: once they’ve had a sexual taste of faggot, they just can’t give it away!
When we arrived, Anthony said, “Fabien, you’re in charge of the servile staff.” So I did my best to coordinate and schedule our duties! It wasn’t always easy, managing to stay out of the way of the Masters and not disturb them while they were having a good time together, while at the same time taking care of all the household chores and making sure that at least one of us was always at their beck and call, ready to satisfy their every wish, but I think we did pretty well!
I also had to mentor Basile. He’s a gay guy who’s been subjugated by the Alpha Pack but hasn’t yet fully assimilated his destiny as a slave to Superior Men. I’d heard before from Anthony and Charles that Basile can be a bit of a drama queen and a whiner. The kind that sometimes thinks he’s his Master’s boyfriend and who indulges in his own fantasies. So I showed him and explained the Slave Charter. I repeated the same lessons I had taught Clément. “Be very attentive to what your Master likes, be proactive and try to anticipate his needs and desires. Keep in mind: it is all about him! Always put him first, put your own wishes a very distant second.”
The three of us serving boys slept in the basement, which we converted into a dormitory. Every evening, when we were together, I encouraged them and reminded them of our brotherhood. I told them : “We must stick together and help each other to deal with Alpha Men. We live in their world, but we can find our place in it, at their feet!”
On the last evening, yesterday, while my two brothers were packing for departure, Anthony wanted me to stay with the Masters while they watched TV. Of course, I sat silently at their feet while they laughed and chatted. Anthony stroked my hair for a long time. I felt so good, like my God’s beloved dog!
I’ve loved serving all three of them all week, but I have to say: no foot is better to lick and no cock is better to suck than Anthony’s!
I love that Master Anthony has been busy building his Alpha pack, and through the sheer force of his personal power and influence he’s gotten his Alpha brothers Henri and Charles to take ownership of personal faggots of their own! This is the first I’ve heard about Charles, but I’m assuming he’s straight like Anthony and Henri. But, as any regular reader here knows, when straight Alphas try faggot service they almost always love it and want it as a regular part of their lives for good.
In Master Anthony I see continued deepening affection for his faithful faggot, too. The petting, the kind words, the privileges he bestows on him … it all speaks to the type of greater Alpha he is destined to become.
But as proud I am of Master Anthony’s growth and power, I’m even prouder of my wondrous little brother Fabien! He has become completely devoted to serving his Master daily, but he has ascended up the faggot hierarchy to become a mentor faggot to his brothers. He takes great pride in coaching these faggots on not only technique, but also the mental/emotional qualities needed to be a valuable faggot.
It’s pretty clear new fag Basile has much training ahead of him. He would be wise to listen to Fabien’s direction!
Notice Fabien’s exceptional mentality in this follow-up in our conversation today:
Yeah Anthony now openly displays his affection for me. You can imagine how insanely proud and happy that makes me. But I discipline myself to not take anything for granted, to remind myself that his affection is a generous gift that I must earn every second by focusing on him and his happiness.
I am confident that Charles and the Alpha Pack will eventually break Basile. And when they do, I’ll be there to comfort him and help him fully embrace the blessing of servitude to Superior Men.
Fabien is the kind of faggot any Alpha would kill to own. His kind of selfless submission is a rare and beautiful one of such high value that he bejewels every part of Master Anthony’s life.
I really hope the gift of Fabien’s lesson is not lost on the faggots reading it. Let it inspire you to take action, fully embrace what you are, and surrender to it completely. Only then will you know the joy of fulfillment Fabien has today!
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!
You might remember the last update from Master Anthony and Fabien in which Master Anthony said that he wanted to reward his faggot for his excellent service during the intense orgies of the previous two weeks. I was curious about this (also impressed), but he didn’t give me any further details.
Then I received a breathless update from Fabien that provided more details:
I’m writing you a very quick little e-mail. This morning Anthony congratulated me on the orgies and told me we had a special bond. We shared a wonderful close moment while I sucked him on my knees. He promised to let me sleep on his bed at his feet tonight. I’m trembling with joy as I write to you.
I am exhausted, but my God and Master is very satisfied with me. All is perfectly well in my world!
I was quite surprised that Master Anthony wanted Fabien to sleep with him. Most straight Alphas don’t allow their faggots to sleep with them, and I can understand it to some degree.
But Master Anthony is no ordinary straight Alpha. He’s a powerful God Alpha who is also blessed with an emotional depth that allows him to lift up and comfort inferiors around him. So I wasn’t terribly surprised to read Master Anthony’s summary of what happened:
Yes, I indeed finally rewarded Fabien. This morning, I woke up much earlier than usual. I was thinking back with delight to the two orgies. When I walked out of my room, Fabien was in the living room, doing some domestic chore. He panicked and immediately threw himself at my feet. “Sorry, Master! I’m late for your breakfast! Forgive me!” I reassured him as he kissed and licked my toes fervently. “Don’t worry, I woke up early. I was thinking about the orgies. I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Your loyalty and your devotion to me are matched only by your talent and your intelligence. Get up on your knees”. He obeyed, and looked at me with adoration. I stroked his head. “You’re a very, very good boy to me. I appreciate you.” He had tears in his eyes. He said in a trembling voice “Thank you, Master. You can’t know what it means to me. It’s so good to be your slave.”
He took care of my morning wood. This time, I did not aggressively face-fucked him like I usually do. I tenderly stroked his hair and looked him straight in the eyes the whole time as he sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. While he had my cock in his mouth and stared at me with his pleading and worshipful eyes, I talked to him. That’s when I told him: “You and I have a special bond. You make me happy. You’re a good boy. My good boy.” When I ejaculated in his mouth, my eyes in his, I really felt connected to him. I can’t really explain. It was as if our souls were bound together. The Superior Man and the inferior boy. The God and the slave.
So I had this impulse. “Tonight, you will sleep in my room. On my bed. At my feet. That will be your reward.” “Serving you is its own reward, my God!”. “I know that. But from now on, every time you deserve it, you’ll have extra time with your God, sleeping with me.” He burst into tears and got down on the floor, licked my feet and moaned “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I felt so powerful, seeing this rather good-looking and masculine adult male, worshipping me so wholeheartedly. And I know that this is the life that awaits me.
I just love hearing Master Anthony wax poetic about his beloved faggot and the joys of faggot ownership! Straight Alphas should experience that kind of joy!
Then Master Anthony added more information:
I’ve allowed my house slave to sleep curled up at my feet for the last two nights. I saw how ecstatic he was about it! And I loved it myself. Having an inferior literally at my feet all night is an incredibly empowering feeling. And having him available to fuck in the middle of the night in case of trouble sleeping isn’t bad either!
Yesterday morning, I woke up to the familiar sensation of his tongue on my toes. This morning, he woke me up by sucking my cock.
Tonight, he’ll return to the kitchen. I don’t want to spoil him too much! I want to keep him motivated to excel in order to deserve my small favors. But I trust him to convince me to let him sleep with me again. Maybe sometimes, instead of letting him sleep on my bed, I’ll let him sleep on the floor in my room. Maybe in a dog bed!
Isn’t that great?
One terrific side effect of faggot ownership for Master Anthony is he’s been able to become a mentor for other Alphas in his Alpha Pack, particularly his best friend Master Henri. All of the things Master Anthony learns through the use of his faggot Fabien he passes on to Master Henri and his faggot Clement.
Henri and I are closer than ever now that we’re enjoying the slaves together. Our brotherly friendship is truly strengthened by this shared experience of domination! He has the highest respect for my leadership and I’m very grateful for his loyalty. We have precisely discussed the importance of being firm but gentle with our stooges. I advised him to know how to reward Clément with some praise and appreciation signs when he deserves it, to motivate him to excel and serve his master well. I told him “Remember: Clément is just a nice part of your life, but you are everything to him. A little from you means a hell of a lot to him!” Henri agreed to follow me advice. “You always knew better,” he said. I like to know that my brothers acknowledge my worth! I love to be me!
There have been many Protector Alphas who have graced my life, but nobody is quite like Master Anthony. I worship and honor his great natural power, but I adore his joyful enthusiasm and gracious benevolence.
He is all things; a lover of women, a King of faggots, and a God Alpha over all!
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!
Over the nearly ten years (!) I’ve been chronicling Hierarchy and shepherding countless Alphas and faggots to embrace their truth, I’ve seen some extraordinary transformations. I’ve helped latent Alphas recover their power … I’ve guided many faggots to make successful approaches to Alphas.
But my very favorite transformations I’ve accomplished have happened with straight Alphas. I have an uncanny ability to convince straight Alphas to try using faggots, and every time they do it vastly improves their lives. Having been the “first faggot” to many straight Alphas myself, I know what’s waiting for these Alphas on the other side of sexually using faggots: infinite power.
My beloved Master Anthony, owner of my dear brother Fabien, is the latest straight Alpha to discover this great secret at the center of Hierarchy. From the first moment his dick entered Fabien, he tapped into a deep truth about what it means to be a Man and God Alpha. He realized he can have absolutely anything he wants from anyone for the rest of his life.
I’m keenly aware that these orgies Master Anthony has been having are part of the joyous expression of that newfound understanding. He simply loves all of the forms of worship and service available to him now. And he also wants to help his Alpha Pack embrace that truth as well.
Master Anthony wrote me about his latest orgy, as well as some wonderful thoughts about his devoted faggot.
As I told you, I held an orgy at home, and I immediately wanted to have a second one! I don’t think I can adequately describe the level of bliss I experienced. All my most beloved brothers gathered around me, under my patronship, with gorgeous girls crazy about us at our disposal and slaves working hard to serve our every need and every whim! I’ve never felt more alive. More myself. Laughter, games, eating, drinking, and most of all, sex, sex, sex! What crazy nights!
I’m so happy to have introduced my bros to these pleasures. Even the most reluctant ones quickly lost their inhibitions once they’ve had a taste of the party atmosphere. Since then, they can’t stop thanking me! I really feel like a leader of elite men. With Henri and my other best friends, we’re closer and more intimate than ever.
I must say I was very impressed with my house slave. He had the genius idea of organizing everything in the style of a real antique Roman orgy, including costumes and accessories. And I definitely noticed him, all evening long, discreetly encouraging and guiding the other slaves. If you want to know, I’m more and more convinced that I have found the best possible slave. It’s like his mind is constantly and tirelessly brainstorming for new ways to serve me, to make me happy, to make my life the best it can be. I love that. And when he (rarely) makes a tiny mistake, I just have to give him a good scolding and he’ll never do it again.
Of course, that’s the very least I deserve. But I’ve stumbled across a rare gem. He deserves me as much as I deserve him. We really found each other, as master and slave. I feel more and more protective and caring towards him. I can see he’s exhausted from all this, so I’m going to allow him a little rest. And I’ll think about a new reward. Make him feel appreciated by his revered god.
One thing I absolutely love about Master Anthony is his deep appreciation for his faggot Fabien. He still has that youthful exuberance (because he’s young, of course) and unabashed joy that comes with being a young God Alpha who already understands much more than Alphas twice his age. He’s living the best life, and he knows it.
Even better, he’s teaching and training his Alpha brothers to enjoy the use of faggots! This is Alpha mentorship at its finest! Master Anthony’s joy over this transformation in his brothers practically drips from his words. They will never be more powerful than he is, but they are at least becoming powerful enough to reign beside Master Anthony!
And of course, it’s so touching to hear Master Anthony’s high praise for Fabien. My little brother deserves it, too! Fabien has completely surrendered his life in service to his Master, and works tirelessly.
Additionally, notice how Master Anthony took special note of his faggot training the other faggots at the orgy! That impressed Master Anthony enough that he mentioned it and praised Fabien and called him a “rare gem”!
Master Anthony said that he and Fabien belong together, a perfect Master and servant. That’s what happens when a God Alpha takes ownership of a mentor faggot (the highest rank in faggot hierarchy)!
I’m so proud of both of them, and I’m so grateful to be a part of their journeys!
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!
It seems Master Anthony has really turned a corner on the sexual use of faggots! Not only is he constantly breeding Fabien, but he’s also bringing other faggots into his stable and getting them bred by him and his Alpha Pack.
Last week’s orgy was quite the eye-opener, and I was wondering if that extreme experience might’ve caused Master Anthony to pull back a little bit. But Master Anthony is literally beyond the cares of all lesser males, and these kinds of constraints fall off of him like rain on a newly-waxed car.
Fabien wrote me a painfully-brief recap of what happened this past weekend, as Master Anthony arranged yet another orgy this weekend. What it seemed to lack in intensity, this latest one went farther in extravagance.
Just a quick note while I’m once again tidying and cleaning the flat!
Anthony loved last week’s orgy so much that he made a new one this Saturday night! To build up on the previous one, I’d acquired an ancient Roman-style couch. I had the privilege of rubbing and licking his feet when he was lying on it while a pretty girl stroked his hair and fed him, and another worshipped his cock! I’m afraid Clément had a bit of a struggle this time with the double penetrations, but Henri kindly agreed to give him some rest.
Fortunately, a few other slaves are still around to help me get the apartment back in order before the Master returns! Am I a bad faggot for secretly hoping that we won’t have an orgy every single week? I have to admit they’re exhausting, before, during and after!
But as long as Anthony is happy, nothing else matters! If I have to work myself to the bone to make his wishes come true, then so be it!
Fabien truly is a perfect faggot, and I think Master Anthony knows it. Fabien has been working tirelessly, living off of adrenaline, dopamine, and cum. I also love that Fabien went out and bought a Romanesque couch to complete the sense of Kingship that Master Anthony deserves! That’s going the extra mile for sure!
I’m so happy for Fabien. He’s in the midst of something with Master Anthony that will change his life forever and serve as an everlasting privilege in his heart. He’s cherishing every moment, as he should!
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 haven’t been writing much from Fabien’s perspective recently because (a) he’s been working tirelessly in service to Master Anthony, and (b) because Master Anthony has recently taken over the storytelling duties as I’ve been able to dig in more in my communications with him.
But I also had another motive: I knew Master Anthony was planning a giant orgy at their shared place that would feature his entire straight Alpha Pack, faggots Fabien and Clement, as well as an unspecified number of girls.
Fabien told me about this event, and I could almost hear him shaking with excitement on the other end of the email. Indeed, I was shaking with a combination of excitement and nerves. I was just hoping the event wouldn’t lead to some sort of drama given the odd mixture of straight Alphas, faggots, and straight females.
Fabien told me a terrific plan he had for the orgy. He went out and bought Romanesque togas for all of the Alphas, and a gold Roman Civic Crown for his Master Anthony (as the God Alpha). I thought this was a masterstroke of genius by the industrious little faggot, and I knew it would be a huge hit.
Things went silent for a couple of days, but today I received this incredible update:
SAM!
OH MY BROTHER! WHAT A NIGHT!
I’m just taking a few minutes to tell you that Saturday night’s orgy went VERY well! We have been about twenty at the flat: Anthony and five of his Alpha brothers, four girls and no less than ten male slaves, including Clément and me! They were from college or gym, and I believe one of them is the brother of one of the guests.
The Men absolutely LOVED dressing up in the style of ancient Rome! Anthony was throned in the center, wearing a beautiful white toga that left half his torso bare, and a laurel wreath on his head!
We slaves wore only our underpants. We worked hard to serve and entertain the Men and their ladies! We had to humiliate ourselves, bark on all fours, catch the food thrown at us, fight each other, crawl on the floor, sing, serve as seats or footrests, worship their feet and muscles and armpits, all under their bursts of laughter and shouts of joy.
The Masters chatted, laughed, ate, drank, danced… And above all, fucked! By the end of the evening, all of them had put their dicks into several slaves’ mouths and asses. The girls also took part in satisfying the Men. I got spit-roasted again! We slaves all had cocks that fucked our throats and asses at the same time! But Anthony was the only one to ass-fuck me, by his own decision. I sucked many dicks and licked many feet, but I’m the only slave who got just one cock in his ass.
Anthony was clearly having a very great time! At the end of the evening, he was French-kissing a lady while two others girls were licking his hard cock and two of my fellow slaves were worshipping his feet. I must confess I felt a hint of jealousy for these girls and my brothers, but I immediately suppressed this feeling by focusing on Anthony’s happiness, which is all that matters! I’m so delighted to see him receive all this adoration! And even then, it’s only a fraction of what he deserves!
Everyone’s still fast asleep this morning, so I’m writing this e-mail taking advantage of being the only one awake. Anthony is in his room with two girls. Henri is in the guest room with another Alpha and another girl. The other three Men and the last girl are huddled together on the sofa bed. Clément and two other slaves have slept with me on the kitchen floor. The others were sent to sleep on the landing and in the stairwell. I’ll check on them after I’ve served breakfast to the Masters. The apartment is an incredible mess! I hope I’ll get some help from my fellow slaves, because it’s going to be very long and very tough to clean and tidy everything up! That’s how it is: for the Superior Men to enjoy themselves and have fun, we inferior males have to work harder! And what a pure bliss to make them happy!
I’m about to wake up my co-slaves in the kitchen to start making breakfast! Bye!
Lots of love!
Fab the fag
Letters like that one drive me forward in this crazy pursuit!
First and foremost, notice that Master Anthony rounded up more faggots so that all of his straight brothers could have plenty of holes to fuck all night! Remember, Master Anthony just started using faggots sexually a few weeks ago, and now THIS happened. But it’s all due to his unparalleled leadership and brazen confidence that anything like this could even happen.
This orgy was a perfect way to mentor his Alpha brothers into trying faggots sexually, because in a Pack setting each Alpha pushes the next to try new things and conquer new obstacles. Unknown to the rest, Master Anthony was actually helping his Alpha brothers unlock power within themselves. And honestly, that’s the best gift one Alpha can bestow on another.
I’m so glad the faggots (including shy Clement) could handle the double penetrations (which I’m sure weren’t gentle). And I really love that Master Anthony fucked his faggot in front of everybody, but like a King retired to bed to fuck two more females while his faggot slept in the kitchen. There is no end to his power.
Fabien had no training or mentorship from anyone except maybe me … and INSTINCT. And that’s important to remember. A natural faggot like Fabien is BORN to serve. He MUST serve. And look how he responds to that call, by serving his Master perfectly! I adore my little brother Fabien!
I haven’t heard from Master Anthony, but I’m sure something’s coming. But regardless, I’m so grateful to hear that this orgy went so well and everyone finished feeling fulfilled and joyful!
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!
Since my initial introduction to Master Anthony, I’ve been blessed to continue the conversation and learn much more about both his life and his mindset. He’s proving to be an extraordinary Alpha, blunt and honest like the legendary Master Chad (but less profane!).
In my first follow-up email, I asked Master Anthony if he thought he would keep Fabien or other faggots if he settles down with a female in the future.
I’m not necessarily in the state of mind to plan for the very long term just yet. (Maybe that comes with age?) But I don’t see any reason to dismiss Fabien in the mid or long term! I’m looking forward to having more slaves in the future, I’ve already got quite a few bootlickers and cocksuckers, and I’m sure I’ll always have girls around to adore and satisfy me and guys to serve and worship me (and the other way around!) I definitely want servants around me in the futur, and to keep dating and fucking pretty girls! I was born to have servants, and I was born to fuck.
But I can tell you this: no female is ever going to tell me what to do with my inferiors. When a girl is lucky enough to be chosen by ME to fuck her, she just has to enjoy and to bend to my will. You know, I can be a very kind and affectionate lover, but I expect from my girls to respect my virility and my power. If I can replace you however and whenever I want, shut up or fuck off.
As I told you, I’ve been noticing people’s submissive attitude towards me for a while. But Fabien opened my eyes to the extent of the power I could have over them. As a result, I’ve had guys from university or the gym suck my cock, in a closet or in the showers, in addition to those who lick the soles of my boots or rub my feet in public. I’m not stopping there! I can tell you that this Clément boy, the slave I gifted to my bro Henri, is going to take my dick in his ass. I think it won’t be long before I’m organizing an orgy at home with my best bros. Each of them will have to bring at least one slave to fuck.
I’m really glad I met my little Fabien and moved in with him. What I loved most about your blog was reading all about Fabien’s slavish and passionate love for me. His complete servile loyalty touches me a little, I don’t mind saying it. Right now, as I am writing, he is lying on the floor, my feet on his face, licking them devotedly. My cock is now rock-hard, he’ll have to take care of that!
In reply to that, I mentioned his Alpha hunter instinct and how it applies to females and faggots, but I really wanted to know more about what seemed to be an admission that he now had other faggots sucking him off. To that, he replied:
I absolutely LOVE the hunter analogy. That’s exactly what it is: I’m a predator who stalks prey to subjugate them.
Fabien has indeed been my first male cocksucker. It was after I fucked his throat that I started doing it with my college or gym flunkies. Two other of my closest mates have put their dicks in a submissive guy, the first time under my leadership. I know one of them already has a regular lackey at his own gym sessions. An orgy would be the perfect way to introduce them to ass-fucking! By the end of the year, there won’t be a single pretty girl or beta male left on the campus who hasn’t swallowed a mouthful of sperm from one of us.
Those are the words of a God Alpha rapidly expanding his Kingdom!
Then I asked Master Anthony if he had any difficulty convincing his Alpha Pack brothers to start using faggots. I knew that Master Henri took to using his faggot Clement fairly quickly, but I had little information about the others.
Oh I do notice how much all the inferiors I dominate are very glad to endure my power! I can see Fabien’s obsession with pleasing me, and I can see how desperately happy you are to talk to me! 😀 And I’m perfectly OK with making many people addicted to me and begging to worship and serve me. After all, a king must have subjects!
It was not that hard to lead my straight bros to the sexual use of male slaves. They have always loved to order submissive guys around with me. And they absolutely enjoyed all the evenings at my place with Fabien to serve and entertain us. When I started using Fabien sexually, I first talked to Henri who was immediately interested, so I wanted to initiate him with Fabien. As for the others, they were sometimes taken aback or even reluctant at first, but given Henri’s and my enthusiasm, they soon followed our example when we were having fun with inferiors.
Henri can see how much Fabien’s submission pleases me, so he was delighted to have his own slave. Clément is a shy little student who liked to stick by me in college, complimenting me and doing me favors, and trying to make a place for himself in my group. And in the end, he found his rightful place: at our feet! I was happy to give him to Henri as his personal slave. I think Henri has a lot of fun with him, and they’ve often been in each other’s studios. Of course, Clément is younger and less clever than Fabien. But it’s only natural that the leader of the pack should have the best slave!
Hierarchy is incredible, isn’t it? See how these roles just happen naturally and predictably? Like little Clement, desperate to be a part of Master Anthony’s life, but eventually finding his place as a servant to powerful young Alphas … we all have a proper place!
I’m just grateful that Master Anthony has embraced his power at the top of the Hierarchy. His bracing honesty and insight – combined with his natural physical perfection – make him an exciting new King to watch and serve!
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!
At this point straight Master Anthony has absolutely embraced the ownership of his first faggot, my brave little brother Fabien. Not only that, but Master Anthony has introduced faggot use to his Alpha Pack, with his close Alpha friend Henri making the choice to claim his own faggot, a timid little guy named Clement. These two Alpha Masters are young, hot, and more powerful than other Alphas at their age. They’re living the lives of young Kings who are spending their inheritance early.
It’s always interesting to see how Alphas move once they secure a faggot property. Much of what they do tells us how confident they are, how much they are integrating faggots into their daily life.
Judging by this latest update from Fabien, Master Anthony is absolutely and ecstatically proud of owning a faggot!
I would like to give you some news of my life with Anthony!
I have permanently settled in the kitchen to sleep. I decided to do it myself. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable sleeping in the guest room (my former room), feeling like I was intruding on an alpha’s space. The kitchen is big enough, so I managed to put my desk to work and a lot of my stuff in there. Now it’s clearly become the servant’s quarters. Anthony hardly ever has a reason to go there, after all.
I didn’t want to bother Anthony about it, but he brought it up late one night when he saw me heading for the kitchen after he’d sent me off to sleep. When I explained, he had his delicious smug smile and said “Glad you’re understanding your place in life. Here, a gift to help you sleep!” He took off his dirty socks and threw them at me. I threw myself at his feet to kiss his toes with gratitude. Since then, I’ve slept with his socks on my pillow, kissing them passionately before sleeping. The smell of his feet makes me feel so safe and warm and comfy!
Some routines have evolved. Now, he often has me accompany him to the shower to soap him up, then towel him off from head to toe. And of course, when I’m lucky, he allows me to worship his cock or he even face-fucks me under the shower! Similarly, when he takes a bath, I keep him company by massaging his back and his feet and soaping him up, sometimes friendly chatting with him when he feels like it.
Recently, Henri came to dinner at the flat, accompanied by sweet little Clément. We served them at the table and while they enjoyed themselves on the sofa. Henri dropped his full glass on the floor, and Anthony said, “Leave it, that’s what stooges are for.” Clément and I smiled at each other. We love it when the Men are arrogant and bossy! We had the privilege of sucking their cocks and licking their feet throughout the evening. Poor Clément still had to sleep on the hard floor in the kitchen and not on my futon, on Henri’s orders, but Henri also followed Anthony’s example and gave him his socks to sleep with.
Yesterday, Anthony took me with him to his gym. I followed him all morning, holding his towel, to wipe it off on cue, and his water bottle, which I would refill when necessary. He had his usual friends and acquaintances around, so I stayed quiet and in the background. Seeing him in his natural environment, taking care of his heroic body and receiving the attention and respect of the other men filled my heart with joy and gratitude. I felt truly privileged, as a mortal allowed to silently serve a god on Mount Olympus.
In the changing room before the shower, I couldn’t resist begging him to let me breathe his armpits. For a moment, I was afraid I’d overstepped my place (according to his rules, I’m allowed to beg him for favors, but I do it as little as possible, if at all, well aware that it’s all about him and his desires). But he looked at me smugly and revealed his armpit, saying “Enjoy, boy!” And of course, I went with him to the individual shower to soap him up, suck his cock and towel him off!
I’m living a dream. I am very busy and often exhausted, but every time my Master gives me a satisfied smile, a thumbs up or, better still, ruffles my hair or says ‘Good boy’, I know I’m living the life I was meant to live! As long as Anthony is happy, I am filling my purpose and I know my existence is justified!
And I owe all of this largely to YOU, my big brother Sam! I’ll never thank you enough!
Bravo!
The thing that really sets Master Anthony apart from other faggot owners at his age is his infectious joy when using Fabien. He seems to truly love owning this little faggot who does everything he commands. He’s not afraid to share this joy with his faggot like so many less-secure Alphas do, those Alphas who think Alphahood can only be expressed through brutality and hate.
Master Anthony already knows better than these other Alphas. He knows that he doesn’t need to scream and yell and get violent to be superior to Fabien or any faggot. He just IS SUPERIOR, and this knowledge fills him with a quiet strength and confidence that comes through even as transmitted by Fabien.
Can you see the difference?
I’m unbelievably proud of my little Fabien. He gave his heart and life to Master Anthony in the trust and belief that he would be safe kneeling at his feet, and that faith has led to an enviable and fulfilled life as the faggot of a great young Alpha!
Think about this: All that has happened here – Master Anthony’s acceptance of faggot worship, Master Henri’s discovery of faggots, and Clement’s fulfillment as Henri’s slave – happened because one little faggot named Fabien had the courage to submit and serve!
One faggot can make all the difference by being true to itself and serving with an honest, open heart!
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 last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.
Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.
And sure enough, I was right again.
This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:
Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!
When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.
So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!
(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)
Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!
Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.
I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!
Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.
How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.
Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.
“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!
One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.
When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.
I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.
The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.
I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!
Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.
Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.
Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!
What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!
First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.
For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!
And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!
When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!
Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:
It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!
That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!
I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!
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 of my little French fag brother Fabien has truly been such a blessing. I love seeing young straight Alphas like his Master Anthony find a good, obedient faggot like Fabien and take ownership of it. This is exactly the kind of Hierarchical interaction that occurs almost daily (I can only cover so many of them – I’m just one faggot!) and strengthens the Natural Order.
I wonder if Master Anthony realizes what a treasure he has in owning Fabien. I’m sure he doesn’t yet – Alphas his age rarely see past the end of their cocks – but there are signs it’s becoming clearer to him. The following experience Fabien told me reveals why I say that.
But, true to humble form, Fabien starts off with a confession:
My relationship with Anthony has had its ups and downs over the last couple of days.
I disappointed him for the first time. Tuesday night, he wanted to spend some time at the gym and he searched for his favorite black tank top. But I had failed to notice that he had left it lying around his room and to pick it up to clean it, so it was still pretty dirty and sweaty. Anthony was very pissed off, and rightly so. I really blame myself. He made me kneel to apologize and to beg for mercy, while he crushed my head to the ground with his boot. He said “I shouldn’t have to tell you to do my laundry when needed!” and he’s completely right.
I promised him I would never fail him again, and I intend to keep that promise. I will be very vigilant to pick up his dirty laundry wherever he leaves it and wash it as soon as possible. And also to always have his favorite food and drink ready in the fridge, making sure to have some in advance. I hope to learn from my failure. I want everything to go smoothly and easy for him.
I swear, if all faggots were as dedicated, submissive, and yielding as Fabien, Alphas would be in heaven and every Alpha would want to own one! I love Fabien’s attitude and his determination to get it right!
But Master Anthony was about to throw Fabien a curveball:
Yesterday, at lunch, he passed by the flat with one of his bros, Henri. I’m pretty sure Henri is something like second-in-command in the Alpha Pack (he’s the one who rested his feet on me with Anthony, and one of the two sleeping in the guest room, formerly my room). I served them lunch, and while they were eating and chatting, Anthony snapped his fingers towards his boots. I understood I had to clean them with my tongue. (I must notice, I love how he gives me order, he often doesn’t even say a word, he just snaps his fingers or nods, up to me to figure it out!)
I thoroughly licked and cleaned his boots and then, I wondered whether it would be good form to clean his bro’s sneakers too. So I did just that, quietly. They didn’t say a word, ignoring me as they chatted, but when they left for the afternoon, Anthony gave me a thumbs-up! It lifted my heart so much, after he scolded me the day before!
And the evening, they both came back. When I was serving them drinks, Anthony said to Henri: “You know, my boy gives me blowjobs.” Henri was very excited to hear that. “Can I try it?” “Sure” Anthony said, snapping his fingers for me to comply. Henri pulled out his cock and I did as my master commanded, making Henri moans. It was Anthony who grabbed my hairs, to force my moves on his bro’s dick, saying “Don’t hesitate to be rough. It’s not a pretty girl.” He pulled my head back before Henri came, but I had his juice over my face. Then Anthony told me to clean myself up and to be ready to swallow his own cum, while he unzipped his pants.
Henri stayed at home for the night. According to Anthony’s rules, I have been allowed to sleep in the sofa while Henri was in the guest room. This morning, after I served Anthony’s breakfast and sucked his cock, he told me to bring Henri breakfast but not to give him head. “Only when I’m here and I say it’s okay” he said.
AWESOME!
So, do you see what I mean about Master Anthony starting to realize the value of his little faggot? He’s sharing with his Alpha brother Henri! He proudly presented Fabien to his fraternal brother, offering Fabien as a gift to be shared among superiors!
Just keep in mind that Masters Anthony and Henri are straight Alphas, but they used Fabien sexually for the shared dominance of the experience. They were Alpha lions feasting on a kill together. They used Fabien because it’s pleasing and it makes them more powerful.
As for Master Anthony, his abilities as an Owner of a faggot have dramatically grown. He was born to own faggots. His instincts are nearly perfect, and you can see how he is methodically training Fabien through a series of tests and chores in order to make him a better fag. I love to see that in young straight Alphas!
The effect Master Anthony’s training is having on Fabien is clear from his closing words:
I’m still learning my place and my duties as the slave of the Alpha Pack and the Apex Alpha Anthony! There’s a lot to learn every day! Anyway, I can tell you I’m really enjoying my new life very much. I never thought I would be this happy being a “faggot” as you call it, but now I just feel so good whenever I do anything for Anthony, it’s a pure bliss. Just this very morning, before leaving, when he called me a good boy, I was over the moon.
Such a perfect Master/faggot combination! I’m so proud of Fabien, who is proving to be a wonderful first faggot to powerful straight Alphas!
