Master @DeeGeesouthflo knows how to manhandle faggots and push them past their limits!

A fag will cry and whine and try to get away, so it must be forced to accept its purpose!

I’m going to cum inside you!”

“NO!!”

(Cums inside her)

“Now go clean yourself up.”

This is an age-old issue with Alphas, especially straight ones. They have so much natural power, aggression, and testosterone roiling inside them that requires an outlet.

Coupled with their natural superiority and dominance, there is a perfect cocktail of explosive violence waiting to be ignited within Alphas.

Hearing the word “no” is often that trigger.

You see, Alphas already know they rule the world, and they expect inferiors to worship and obey. When they don’t receive it, Alphas use rape as a reinforcing tool. It’s an imprecise tool to readjust hierarchical expectations.

But this is one of many reasons why straight Alphas use fags. They think (rightly or wrongly) that they can rape fags and violently “cut loose” on fags without repercussion. That’s true in most cases, but the underlying mechanism remains the same.

Understanding hierarchy helps us to see this for what it really is, and not society’s flawed, reactionary ideas.

When the incident at Cornell happened, people were shocked and looking for answers.

Here’s the answer: straight Alphas have a rage inside them, a need to be obeyed. They know they rule all, so they expect inferiors to comply with their demands.

It has always been this way.

i can’t find the thread it was in but a guy on your site mentioned that he was in a frat and it made me want to tell about my experience

i was made into a frat fag for like two years. i still fag for my brothers but i dont do it much for other guys tho i have been asked

i went to penn state and rushed for sigma chi. me and a high school buddy rushed together but he dropped out like a couple of weeks in so i there by myself

i tried to make friends and make myself useful in the frat but i was getting word that the seniors had wanted my buddy and that i was just a tag along so i probably wasnt going to get a bid so i was nervous for my place. i didn’t know people there and i wasnt like from a wealthy family or anything so i was just trying to be like a good brother.

a few weeks in to the pledge four seniors took me aside and told me that they were thinking of cutting me loose. i was devastated kinda but they said there was a way i could stay. one of them asked me what my head game was like. i thought he meant was i smart and so i was like, oh yeah pretty good. and they cracked up because they knew i didn’t get it. anyway they told me that if i sucked dick then they’d talk to the chapter president about letting me stay. i didnt want to do it. i thought it was like some dumb trick and that if i said yeah they’d just be like ‘fag!’ and throw me out. so at first i was like ‘your not fucking serious’ but they kept on and said that they were. in the end i told myself that if was going to get thrown out then i kinda had nothing to lose anyway so i agreed to do it. and then they were like okay pick one of us. they made me pick who i was gonna do it for which was worse in a way than actually doing it. i picked a dude called scott and they were like, why him? i said i didnt know and they made jokes that i was into him. but anyway we did it. he stood by the bed and i had to get on my knees. i took his jeans down and then he sat on the bed. the other guys were watching and making jokes. then eventually scott was like, ok just fucking do it so i did.

once i started it didnt seem to bad. i sucked him. everyone went quite and just watched. my head was going up and down. i didnt really know what i was doing i’d never even gotten head before haha. i’d fucked girls and had gotten hand jobs but had not gotten head so i was just doing what i figured would feel good. and he was into it. and he came. i wasnt expecting it like he hadnt said he was gonna cum so he came in my mouth and i pulled away and spit it out. the guys called me a pussy but i was like, i’ve done it. then they were like, so okay who’s next. and i realzied then they wanted me to do it for ALL of them. like i thought they had just meant do it once. at first i said no but they were like, you already did one, what’s the difference so i n the end i agreed. so i picked the next guy and they told me i had to swallow.

i sucked him kind of the same and when he came he held my head and kept me on him and he shot in my mouth and i made myself swallow. then i did it for the next two.
after we were done they said they’d put in a word with the president. but after that it was obvious that everyone kind of knew what had happened. like people were making jokes about it the next day and making comments about it. and then i got called in by the president and a couple of other seniors and the president basically said that he’d heard i’d done a good job and that i’d probably get a bid if i kept doing it. so i was told if any brother asked me, i had to say yes. and they were like, you might as well stick with it, right?
at the time i figured it was just for my pledge so i was telling myself it was just a few weeks. but i was already geting used to doing it. but then my big had a talk with me and he said that i was being lined up to be house fag sort of as a permanent thing for my freshman year. and i was like what the fuck? they want me to suck dick for a year??? and he was like, well more than suck dick. and he told me that he’d been told to like properly break me in. i freaked out but he calmed me down and told me that it was really just for the pledge and that after that it probably wouldnt happen. i think in some way i was sort of starting to like it, or get used to it. and i liked the attention i was getting and anyway i figured fuck it so i agreed. so for like a couple of weeks my big started fucking me, just getting me used to it as much as i could be.

and then i was basically handed to the seniors and they started fucking me too. i got my bid and was initiated. and for a couple of years i was house fag. i didnt really do chores but i was expected to be available for anyone who wanted to use me. and like i said i liked getting the attention and i got to be good at it.

after i left college i didnt really do stuff with guys, but a few years later there was a fraternity convention in Vegas and some of the exective comittee were there and they knew about my role in my chapter and i was invited to spend some time with them and i did stuff for them.

i still think about it and i like to ready about other guys doing it

Thank you for writing … brother? Maybe?

People think I’m exaggerating about the use of faggots by straight Alphas in fraternities and universities, but I’m most certainly not. It happens MUCH more than anyone freely admits. The hierarchical model of male interaction not only predicts this, but almost DEMANDS it. You shouldn’t feel badly or be embarrassed by what happened to you. This is simply the way Alphas express their dominance with weaker males.

I’m not sure what thread you’re talking about because this site has carried many true stories like yours over 11 years. The most dramatic was the powerful thread about “Frat Fag” and his Alpha frat brother named Duke, and it very closely mirrors what happened to you. I am intending to republish that thread to my paid Substack. It’s an incredible story of rape, betrayal, and friendship, but one that ultimately led to purpose fulfilled. Keep your eyes out for that!

One thing your experience shows clearly is the devious, predatorial nature of Alpha packs. Those frat Alphas very cleverly groomed you before you ever tasted your first dick. They worked on you through instinctual pack knowledge that needs no discussion; it’s simply understood.

In cases like yours it’s hard to know if you are a natural faggot, or possibly someone with leanings that were exposed through pressure from these Alphas. Alternatively, your feelings now could be residual “Stockholm Syndrome”-like aftershocks arising from your two years of being used. Usually this happens to rape victims like me (although I’m definitely a faggot), but I wouldn’t call you a rape victim. It’s quite interesting to me that you’re craving service opportunities years after the experience.

From my perspective, it’s hierarchically correct to follow your gut instincts. If you have a desire to serve, then you should find an Alpha somewhere and offer yourself to him. You might be able to answer any lingering questions you have through some honest exploration.

But I do thank you for sharing your remarkable college story. There are plenty of actual faggots who would love to be used the way you were for two years, and I’m sure they thrilled to your account. Please feel free to update me if you want/need to!

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Yes, sometimes Alphas like to cause a faggot pain when they fuck them, but even if they don’t … all Alphas know that this is what must happen.

The faggot must learn to handle pain.

Sometimes the only way for them to learn is to be forced to accept it as part of their service!

The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.

But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!

But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:

Hi Sam,

I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.

I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.

When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.

I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.

We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.

But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit.  After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong.  He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.

After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.

Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!

Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.

Love,

Ethan #5

As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.

Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?

I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!

Just ask poor Evan!

Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!

You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!

Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!

Always,

sam the faggot

Hello Brothers and Sirs, this is a serious post that I would like to divulge. When I was a young teen, age 14, I was molested by an older man. Basically, I was groomed. I would walk to school and back home passing this guys house in the same street as where I lived. He was friendly and likeable. Absolutely no hint of anything bad. He would be in his front yard and strike a polite chat with me whenever possible. Nothing bad, mainly just niceties and talking about the weather and his garden. It was just like this for a long time, maybe several weeks, when one late afternoon when I was walking home, he stops me for a chat. Invited me in for an Orange Juice and I felt that there was no harm so I went inside his house. As I went in, I saw that he was playing some hardcore gay porn. Plenty of hardcore oral and anal. It was the first time I was exposed to any porn really. He told me to sit on the sofa which I did. I also wanted to watch the porn as I was curious and it just looked hot to me. He sat opposite me on a chair. He brings me a glass of orange juice and sits down. After a short while, he pulls his dick out and starts stroking. He tells me to relax and if I wanted to, I could pull out mine and do the same. I did not do that. From memory though, I was getting curious and aroused. He would ask me questions about what I think about the porn on show. To be honest I can’t remember if I answered. I may have tried to deflect. Multiple questions were asked. One question that rings a bell was that he asked me if I’d like to try. More questions until eventually he said if I’m curious, I could just get on my knees. I didn’t. Eventually he sits next to me, his Dick erect and exposed right next to my arm. He asked me if I’d like to touch it. I said maybe. He grabs my hand and places it on his dick. See, it’s not so bad he said to me. Now try jerking it up and down. I did as he told me. I was jerking him for some minutes. He would encourage me that this is normal. I have nothing to be ashamed about. I should just surrender and let that little boy out just like on the tv. Then he tells me to kneel in front of him and get close and just look at it. I did as I was told. Then he encouraged me to give it a kiss. I kissed it on the tip. He says I’m a good boy. Then he tells me to open my mouth because it’s time I learned to be just like the boys on tv. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Before you know it, I had a cock in my mouth at 14. He would instruct me to do it like the boys on tv. So I tried my hardest to mimick what I was watching on his tv. He would encourage me, say I’m a good boy, and that I’m making Daddy very happy. To be fair, I was enjoying it too. Yes it was wrong and I know I was being groomed now, but I really enjoyed it. I wanted more and more. I must have been sucking for quite a while.

Eventually, he pulls his dick out and gets up. He makes me stand up. He said to me it’s time to go to the bedroom and show me how to be a very good boy. Makes me take all my clothes off. He places me on all fours with legs together. Head down ass up in the air. He gives me a pillow to bite on for comfort as what will happen next may hurt a little bit and he told me to not be afraid. I knew what was about to happen. I knew I was about to lose my anal virginity. He said that he will start off slow and that all I need to do is be a good boy. So then he applies generous amounts of lube on my rear and starts to finger me. Then, his dick entered me Slowly. Very slowly. Yes it wasn’t the most comfortable thing. But he slowly works it in all the way and keeps it there. Tells me to breath and get use to the feeling. Slowly he worked his way to a more rigorous action. Then spreads my legs and pounds me till he finished off inside me. He then said to my that I was a very good boy for Daddy and I could come over anytime. Gave me aftercare. Good afterwards, words of encouragement, that what I did was just be myself and is normal.

So that was how I was groomed. The thing is, I kept going back for more and more. I enjoyed sucking him and I enjoyed the anal sex. I kept going back for months. And he would use me. Even honorifics were involved. He was Daddy and he would call me boy. Well I really was a boy. An under aged minor in fact that should not have been used like this. I was a Pedophile victim. I was groomed and violated.

Today, dealing with this trauma, I often wonder if these events moulded me into what I am today as a TPE Gay Bottom Boy. Or was this nature already wited within me? I must have definitely been gay leaning. But did this experience make me more submissive? I’m always looking for explanations about my sexuality and submissive nature. The way I try to rationalise things is that the attraction to men was already wired into me by Mother Nature. Did he bring the sub bottom boy out from within, or did my Sub Bottom nature develop from the trauma as my psychology was rewired creating its own neurons due to the experiences of being dominated by an Authority figure, making me desire this in adulthood?

All I know is today, as an adult, I accept who I am and what I am. I control my desires and interests. I know what I want and need. And I own and affirm myself as a Gay Bottom Submissive. It makes me feel happy, soft and vulnerable.

My brother, thank you for sharing this experience!

First of all, I want to tell you how sorry I am that you went through this. It’s something no child should ever experience. Honestly, I’m mortified at the selfishness of this person who did this. Some might call him an Alpha, but I don’t. He’s a sick person who should’ve gone to prison.

And by the way, I’m not trying to make you feel bad about yourself or imply that you’re to blame in any way. You were young and doing things that no doubt intrigued you and even excited you, so going back again and again was probably a natural thing.

You raise a great question, one that has confounded me as well. It’s sort of a “chicken and the egg” conundrum: Were you born a faggot, or turned into one because of this experience?

I know that most faggots are born that way. I certainly was, as were most of the faggots I’ve spoken with during my life. It’s all we ever remember, even from our earliest memories. Many faggots would gladly choose something else if they could, so it’s not a choice.

But then there are complex outliers like you who don’t fit neatly into predictable boxes or categories.

I’ve read that many child molesters can tell which children to isolate and groom via some poorly-understood mechanism. Often even the molesters themselves can’t fully explain how. Did the person who molested you sense that you were a gay boy? Did he sense your submissiveness? How can we ever know that? I know Alphas can sense faggots and other subs around them … is that the same thing? These are questions I have that will probably never be answered to my satisfaction, or anyone’s.

I can say this, though: I’m very proud of the way you assimilated your experience and made it part of your history that colors and informs your life today. You sound like a courageous and intelligent person who simply refuses to play a victim. Your assimilation of your trauma reminds me of how I assimilated my rape. Rather than allowing to destroy me, I allowed my intellectual curiosity to work through it and help me understand the deeper meaning of it.

You’re a survivor, and you should be proud of that, my brother! Thank you for sharing your personal journey!

Love,

sam the faggot

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling a caged faggot named Houston who struggled to take a straight Alpha without lube, but is now serving a mid-twenties Alpha from his gym. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Alphas live on the hair-trigger edge between their Protector and Destroyer Alpha sides. You can be owned by the most incredibly nurturing Alpha, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can set him off in ways you’d never expect.

I’m not saying this to scare any faggots, just to serve as a warning. So my advice is to obey at all times, even when you think he isn’t looking. That’s the only way you as a faggot can hope to safely survive.

Relatively-new faggot Houston discovered this fact about his new Master Mason the other day after a fairly hair-raising episode that involved a near-rape:

Hi sam,

Things had been going really well with my new Alpha (Mason) at the gym. He’d really gotten me on quite the routine across all forms of service over the past few weeks until a major incident happened.

There’s a guy – Tony – who is a large, built Black Man that comes by the gym towards closing to deliver supplies about once a week. I was in the laundry area when he arrived last weekend (normally on Mondays) and my 3” inseam shorts and cage bulge weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Mason likes me dressed like an inferior slut when it is less likely to be an issue after hours.

Well Tony took notice. He started teasing me and asking if I was a cocksucker/faggot. I, of course, confirmed right away as I don’t find it respectful to lie to a Superior Man like him.

He went about his delivery but I could tell he was constantly eyeing me. That’s when instinctively, I started sticking my ass out and arching my back more than needed to get some laundry out of the dryer. That was all it took. The next time he came in, I got a solid few slaps to my ass and then it was just Tony commanding me to “get on this dick faggot.”

It didn’t take me long to have it mostly down my throat – choking on it like a debased, sloppy whore. But his cock is massive. Probably 10+ inches. So it was a struggle. He worked up to quite a brutal face fucking from there before spinning me around so quickly I nearly lost my balance. Before I knew it, my shorts were down around my ankles and my caged clit exposed.

This is where I got a bit scared. I hadn’t taken a dick that big before and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to ask if I wanted to try it out. Without a second to process it, he thrust his dick to the balls and totally rearrange my guts without any mercy. It was so painful and unrelenting. I screamed out and tears began flowing freely down my face as he slammed the full length of his thick dick in and out. I have no idea how long it went on for but suddenly the door flung open and there was Mason – furious and seeing red. He ripped Tony off me and punched him square in the jaw.

I don’t recall all that happened in the moment. Just that Mason said “No one fucks MY faggot without my permission. Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

“MY faggot.” That phrase of ownership and protection swept over me even in my post assault head spin. Tony was gone as soon as he stumbled back from the hit to the face.

Mason inspected my pussy and saw that it was pretty torn up/bleeding. After all his assertiveness and getting Tony off of me, I thought he would be nurturing in the moment. But I was dead wrong. He said he saw the whole thing on the security camera and that he’d even reversed the video after hearing my yelps and seeing me on the screen. And he wasn’t happy about what he saw leading up to it.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you flaunting yourself like a desperate whore in front of him. You practically begged for it. Now look – I’m down a delivery guy and I have a disloyal faggot with a useless pussy.”

I began crying all over again begging for his forgiveness and that I’d do whatever he wanted to get another chance.

He immediately threw me over his knee and gave me the hardest hand spanking I’ve ever received. It somehow hurt worse than a paddle or belt. And I think it was my guilt that stung the most. As his hand kept swatting full force he asked a series of questions that required me to affirm my owned status as his faggot.

“Whose faggot are you?!” – yours Sir!

“Whose cockwhore are you?!” – yours Sir!

“Whose cum and piss guzzling loser are you?!” – yours Sir!

The onslaught of questions didn’t stop for the entire spanking. He shoved a dirty pair of underwear from one of the Men’s laundry in my mouth as he left me sobbing on the floor. He came back a few minutes later and had something in his hand.

“If you’re going to have pussy that’s dripping like a bitch on the rag, then you’re going to be treated like one. Put it in.”

It was a tampon. He had gotten it from the women’s locker room. I have no experience with that but was not going to upset him further. So I fiddled with it and, with a lot of discomfort, buried it in my still raw pussy.

He just walked out saying “fucking pathetic” without even making eye contact.

I was so relieved that he still did use me some the rest of the weekend but only for face fucking, as a urinal and then even started having me eat his ass – especially after a long workout session or day at the gym. He really got into calling me “asswipe” at that point.

It was just today that he decided it was time to use my pussy properly but once he began his rut, it started bleeding again. And it was painful! That didn’t stop him breeding me but he let me know what a mess I was making on his dick.

Now I’m so worried about what to do, sam! I was mad at Tony but then just mad at myself for letting the situation become so disrespectful to my Alpha (and destructive to my cunt).

I’m not sure what to offer or say to Mason. I’m trying to think of new ways to worship him while hoping my pussy can heal. I’m worried about satisfying his needs while recovering and even have considered finding some willing twinks that might be of better service to him in the meantime – but I of course am worried he may prefer one of them over me after that and just dismiss me outright.

Any advice would be greatly appreciated! Don’t know where to go from here 🙁

houston

My initial reaction to Master Mason arriving and beating up Sir Tony the black Alpha who tried to rape Houston was to practically jump up and down for joy. That is pure Protector Alpha behavior, and it really spoke to me that Master Mason’s appreciation for his personal faggot was growing stronger.

But then came Master Mason’s real feelings.

I wasn’t prepared for the way Master Mason reacted to the way Houston responded to Sir Tony’s aggressive flirting. I think it’s hard for Alphas to understand the reactions of faggots in situations in which they feel vulnerable. It’s a natural defense mechanism we have. I think Master Mason mistook some of that.

I’m so sorry that Houston was injured, and that his Master didn’t see that damage as something of a crime against his property. He seemed to view it as something Houston asked for rather than what it was – an assault – and that Houston should be shamed for it. What an unpleasant way to handle that!

I can definitely imagine how awful Houston feels, first from messing up and getting assaulted, and then being shamed and slightly abandoned by his Master! I do think Master Mason looks bad here, but like I said at the outset, Alphas straddle a line temperamentally and it’s often hard to predict.

Personally, I think Houston should continue to serve Master Mason and try to do his best to smooth-over the situation with faithful and sorrowful service. Hopefully it softens Master Mason’s heart, and he realizes he reacted too harshly. Being a dominant Alpha doesn’t mean you can hurt people unjustly and expect others to accept it.

My heart is with you, Houston! You’re doing a good job, brother, so don’t give up. These are all just all part of learning about yourself, your abilities, and your purpose!

Love,

sam the faggot

Faggots are born for servitude, and that service often involves pain.

Whether we are being throat fucked, ass fucked, pushed and held down, slapped, or disciplined … pain comes with the territory. Men are generally unsympathetic to this pain they cause faggots. In fact, that pain excites them. They love to see how easy it is for their cocks and their naturally overwhelming bodies hurt others and force others into submission.

But unlike females or other subs, faggots are expected to endure it. Embrace it. Learn from it.

And the best ones do.

Faggots are born for pain. Alphas aren’t sympathetic to its cries of pain because they know it was born for this. So why do faggots willingly subject themselves to this pain? Because they MUST. Nature will always win. #HierarchyIsTruth

The faggot screams in pain, but like most Men who are in their rut, @Aaronisaac_tx just isn’t going to stop!

A Man’s nut is more important than a faggot’s pain.

If the faggot had its way, it would’ve stopped. The pain would’ve been to great.

But Alpha Kings like @HVERGON24CM know that faggots can take more. They just need to be forced.

One the faggot gets past pain, it reaches a state of euphoric obedience!

These frat Alphas cheering each other on as they rape these fags is quite primal and demonstrate how Men push each other into deeper acts of aggression.

This straight black Alpha somehow thought it was a female behind the gloryhole curtain, but the head was so good he knew it couldn’t be.

So he had to peek behind the curtain. SURPRISE! It was (of course) a faggot!

This causes the Alpha to go back there and rape the faggot, exclaiming multiple times how good it feels before breeding it!

Yet again, a straight Alpha discovers how fucking faggots is just as awesome as fucking females!

Maybe even better! 😜

I’m not a huge fan of most findom Masters. They’re an unscrupulous bunch with few guiding principles, and most of them wouldn’t have the first clue how to own a faggot.

But Master @theOMGBoss definitely does!

I’ve known this gay God Alpha for a long time, since the early days of my “Fags Worship Straights” site on Tumblr. His instructional videos and calm, measured advice helped to shape the tone and purpose of that rough early template that eventually became this monstrosity.

Master treats his cash fags just like he does his personal fags, and he approaches cash sex the same as literal sex.

For instance, consider the radical concept he discusses here about foreplay leading up to a wallet fuck, followed by aftercare! Ordinarily a brutal cash fuck leaves a faggot devastated and alone, and the cashmaster who took the money is busy blocking the fag and forgetting it.

But not Master! He nurtures and guides the faggot through a cash rape, helping it appreciate the rape and feel fulfilled by it.

You see, Master deeply understands that faggots need to be used because that’s their purpose. They’re like mammary glands producing milk that must occasionally be expressed in order to function properly.

That kind of depth cannot be found in almost all other cashmasters. It’s honestly breathtaking to hear such wisdom in a scene as wretched as findom!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Being a successfully-owned faggot requires focused and purposeful mental training. Not only are you battling the exhaustion of being constantly used by a virile superior Man, but you must also shape your thinking to conform to your natural submissiveness. Let’s face it: we all get rebellious sometimes and occasionally we want our freedom. A faggot is most successful when he fully embraces his purpose and shapes his thinking completely around it.

Fabien is the epitome of a successfully-owned fag. It probably helps a lot that he’s owned by a great-looking straight God Alpha like Master Anthony, but it also speaks to Fabien’s perfect attitude toward service.

Fabien saw the recent discussion on the site about faggot burnout and the pain associated with service, and he felt compelled to add in his own valuable perspective:

My beloved big brother,

Reading your last posts and the very kind mention you made of me, I wanted to take a moment to make a statment. When it comes to Anthony’s wish to fuck me in the ass or in the mouth, or any of his wishes actually, let me tell you what my own desires are worth: absolutely, rigorously, utterly NOTHING.

My number one golden rule in life is: what Anthony wants, Anthony gets. Literally everything else is secondary to that. If Anthony feels the slightest like he wants to put his cock inside of me, he just does that, anytime he wants, anyhow he wants, anywhere he wants. I am his property. Period.

The very idea that I would “allow” Anthony to do anything is just abhorrent. Heck, I am lucky enough that HE allows me to even be in his life!  It doesn’t matter one damn bit if I’m “horny” or whatever. The God decides, the slave complies.

And yet, because Anthony is just as great morally as he is intellectually and physically, he cares about me, the inferior creature who exists solely for his pleasure. So sometimes he takes my pain and feelings into account. But it’s a purely generous gesture on his part, and he doesn’t have to do so.

Sometimes he doesn’t care, and rightly so, because his needs are just more important. A while ago, he stormed in, furious about something that had gone wrong with the university administration. He wanted to fuck me hard to relieve himself. He pounced on me without a word, grabbed me, pulled down my pants, and penetrated me. It was tough, I have to admit. It hurt, it hurt a lot. So what did I do?

I endured. I did not protest, I did not complain. With tears in my eyes, I simply said “I love you so much, Master! Thank you for using me, Master!” while he was destroying my ass and stomping on my head with his boot.

Later that evening, I gave him a back massage while we watched TV. As he was relaxing, he growled “I feel kinda bad about what I did to you earlier.” I immediatly said “Please don’t! I beg you, Master, never feel bad for anything you do to me! You have every right. I’m yours for anything you want.” “True. Good boy.” He just said, and my heart burst with joy.

I love so much to serve a young God Alpha. I love to serve his friends. I love to be a faggot. I will gladly endure any suffering in the world to please my Master and to earn my place at his feet.

Lots of love!

Fab the fag

I think I was quite astonished by the tone Fabien took in this letter. He’s ordinarily pretty meek and mild-tempered, but here he came out with guns blazing! He wasn’t playing around with half-hearted faggots out there who refuse to submit! This is why Fabien is such a terrific mentor faggot. He doesn’t mince words when he sees faggots disrespecting Alphas!

Even after Master Anthony roughly fucked Fabien, Fabien maintained that mental clarity of purpose that is so important!

Notice how Master Anthony appreciated his faggot’s willingness to be used that way despite the tears of pain running down his face! That moved Master Anthony to offer Fabien tender encouragement later (let’s call it “aftercare”), and it caused Fabien’s emotions to soar! That is the reward a faggot gains from enduring pain and discomfort to serve an Alpha’s needs!

Master Anthony is probably very proud of his faithful faggot Fabien, but I can say I definitely am! Every note from Fabien is full of joy and fulfillment, a quality I’ve noticed about all of the faggots who truly embrace their purpose and endure pain and pressure to serve wholeheartedly! There’s a connection!

Thank you, dearest Fabien, for sharing your heart once more! I love you, little brother!

Always,

sam the faggot

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.

I was raped at knifepoint when I was 19/20 just like this guy, and what he says about the instinct of “comply or die” is very real.

Of course, I also went to prison, but I didn’t see or experience this there. I did hear stories of it happening in higher-security prisons, however.

What he describes here (and his solution to it) is pure hierarchy, which is how I also processed my own rape. It’s why I have repeatedly said (despite some controversy) that male rape is a natural function of hierarchy.

I say that while not condoning it.

Men and Alphas use rape to reinforce hierarchical status, to subjugate those resistant to their hierarchical place, to reassert dominance. It’s a tool, albeit a clumsy and sometimes inaccurate one.

To those who have been raped, I hear you. And to those who have raped, I understand you.

~ sam the faggot

Last week an interview surfaced that has rocked the internet and the criminal Trump administration. Conducted by reporter LIsa Noelle Voldeng, the controversial interview uncovered the tragic childhood abuse of subject Sascha Riley. Sascha was trafficked by his adopted parents into the child sex ring of notorious child trafficker Jeffrey Epstein. There Sascha was used and abused by some (now) very powerful Men, including Donald Trump, Lindsey Graham, Jim Jordan, and many others.

The story Sascha plainly lays out in this long series of interviews is one of the ugliest I’ve ever heard. Sascha allegedly witnessed multiple murders of young girls at special fetish farms (one of which was just recently discovered with kids trapped in the kinds of places Sascha describes).

The most shocking and incendiary accusations involve Trump. Sascha claims that Trump wanted to find out what it would be like to kill someone, and Sascha was to be that kid, However, at the last minute it was decided that Trump would kill a litter of puppies, which he supposedly did in a variety of ways (like strangulation, neck-breaking, and drowning). This does fit with what most psychiatrists diagnose as Trump’s “malignant narcissism”.

Surely, the craziest story Sascha tells involves his last encounter with Trump. Supposedly Sascha was locked in a room with Trump and Trump wanted to get fucked by Sascha. As Trump laid on his stomach, Sascha took a tent pin, inserted it into Trump’s ass, and then kicked it in so hard that it permanently damaged Trump’s anus! Trump was airlifted to the nearest hospital (again, there are records of airlifts). Before dismissing this story, keep in mind that Trump has famously been incontinent for decades and has had to wear diapers ever since this happened in the early nineties.

If even just 10% of what Sascha says here is true, it’s beyond horrible.

So why am I posting this here? Not only am I doing my part to protect this information from censorship, but it also stands as an example of what happens when Destroyer Alphas get access to vast power and wealth. Those bullies in high school sometimes grow up to become sadistic, selfish, hateful, and downright evil. This is why I’m always trying to steer faggots away from Men like these, because you never can tell what kind of darkness lurks behind those cold, flat eyes.

I highly recommend that everyone listen to Sascha’s testimony. His story is of vital importance right now as all of our lives are in the hands of a person who is incapable of caring whether any of us live or die.