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.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Accepting Hierarchical truth is one of the most fundamental things we ever do as males. That acceptance informs everything we understand about ourselves, our needs, and our purpose. It also defines how we interact with other Men.

Nowhere is this more true than in a marriage between two Men. One must take the lead, and the other must submit and serve that leadership. It’s simply unavoidable. Even in an Alpha couple, one will most often take headship over the other. It’s the way of Nature itself.

This was the issue when a faggot named Dean wrote to me a few months ago. His six-year marriage was falling apart, his husband literally packing his bags when an Alpha rage overtook him and he essentially raped Dean. This reassertion of his dominance realigned their relationship for the better. You can read that account by following the link above.

Now Dean returns with an interesting new development. Read on:

Sam, I don’t know if you remember my story from a few months ago on how me and my husband saved our marriage by accepting our natural roles in the hierarchy. I thought that you could be interested in an update, since it is thanks to your hierarchical truth that we are still together after all.

As I mentioned, soon after I accepted that I was a faggot I started serving him sexually and my husband didn’t allow me to come. Initially this arrangement was very satisfying for the both of us, but being used to get off regularly for years, I started to feel the urge to masturbate when he was not at home (I know that hiding it from my husband was terrible and I still regret it every single day!).

One day he came home early and he found me with my hand around my erect dicklet. Oh Sam, I can still remember his face of disgust! He was very angry and he almost left me. I got on my knees and pleaded for him to stay, promising that I would follow every rule from now on. I think he understood that I was still a newly born faggot and forgave me, but he also made very clear that he could not trust my word anymore. He said: “if you are going to behave like a bad boy, I will treat you like one”. From this point he forced me to get in a chastity case and he put those pet cameras around the house to watch me through an app on his phone.

Things are going very well now! The chastity cage really helped me control my old urges and made me realise that my clit is no longer my sexual organ. I also feel my husband’s presence through the cameras at all time, and he likes to speak through them to order me to take my clothes off or assume position at random times during the day. I feel so lucky and I would not change it for anything!

love,

Dean

Wow, that’s awesome!

I love how thoroughly Dean’s husband has embraced his Alphahood! Can it ever be denied? These powerful Men are BORN to dominate and be served/worshiped! He was living the lie of equality for YEARS until he simply couldn’t take it any longer. But his rape (I’m using the term purposefully) of Dean was most useful in helping him reassert his Alphahood and embrace his true purpose!

So now we can see how that event has progressed as both Dean and his husband have more fully accepted their proper roles!

I love how forcefully Dean’s husband asserted control over Dean’s secret masturbation! To some Alphas, a faggot masturbating is a form of infidelity. To all Alphas, a faggot masturbating is a sign of disrespect to the natural order. MEN masturbate if they choose to, but faggots are not Men and do not deserve such privileges. Such an act is an affront to the glory of Men and to the sacredness of cock.

So he put Dean in chastity – something he was trusting that Dean wouldn’t need – and that has made all the difference!

As I’ve said about chastity ever since I started experiencing it myself, the device clarifies your mind and purpose. It helps a faggot more deeply connect to its submission, and helps to achieve perpetual subspace. I think Dean more fully understands what I mean!

I’ve heard some over the years complain that the Alpha/faggot dynamic has no place in a marriage, that marriage should be made of mutual respect.

But what could be more respectful than to acknowledge the intrinsic purpose of yourself and your partner? We gain respect and fulfillment from our partner when we fulfill our purpose and allow them to fulfill theirs.

To those uneducated in Hierarchical dynamics, Dean’s rape by his husband might seem horrifying, the opposite of respect. But look what it has wrought! It was exactly what was needed to reset their relationship into what Nature had intended all along!

Thank you for updating, Dean!

Hello. I serve a Master who takes advice from you. He recommended I listen to your podcasts, and I have joined your discord.
I am confused about some of your posts and podcasts though.
Is it OK for Alphas to have nonconsentual sex with fags? Is it OK for Alphas to lie to fags about safe sex by stealthing?
You seem to have posted conflicting views on these issues.
Thank you.

Thank you for the question, brother!

I must say, your Master should be very proud to own such an intelligent and thoughtful faggot as you! You’re a credit to him!

I’ve often said that I don’t consider myself a reliable voice when it comes to rape because I was raped. And while it was scary in the moment and something that took a while to overcome, I noticed that my feelings toward my rapist and the event itself transformed into something valuable. I acknowledge that might not be the case with every faggot/rape victim, but I’ve heard from plenty of faggots who’ve had the same experience.

So to your question about whether it’s “okay” for Alphas to rape faggots, I’ll phrase it this way: Alphas have the right to take whatever they want from a faggot (rape, so to speak), and they always will. The idea of it being “okay” implies some justification based on human law, but Alphas operate under natural law. It’s the so-called “law of the jungle” that we know as hierarchical law. And under hierarchical law, Alphas can and do rape faggots.

That said, I wish Alphas didn’t rape faggots … but wishes won’t change nature.

As far as stealthing, I don’t really condone the practice overall; the video featuring stealthing I recently posted was just hot. I think if an Alpha wants to breed a faggot, he should just state his intentions outright and then do it. Why the subterfuge? Almost all faggots want to be bred by Alphas/Masters anyway, so the act of stealthing simply indicates untrustworthy behavior. And should diseases be spread via stealthing, there are hefty prices to pay for it. I prefer upfront, direct, and honest communication with the Alphas I serve.

I really hope I answered your questions, brother! Tell your Master thank you for his support, and for training up such a wonderful faggot brother like you!

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

A faggot is born to take loads.

Alphas know this, which is why they’ll often “stealth” a faggot by wearing a condom at first, then removing it during the fuck in order to breed it.

But just like the faggot here, most are begging to be bred by the end of it.

HierarchyIsTruth

Over the many years since my rape at age 19, I’ve had a lot of conflicting feelings. At first I was frightened of the bleeding and the fear of disease. Then shame settled over me like a heavy veil, and occasionally bursts of rage would erupt (usually when drinking).

You can imagine my horror when, years later, I developed excitement and gratitude when thinking about my rape. I couldn’t hardly believe I felt this way. So I did research, and discovered that many rape victims develop a Stockholm-like response to the trauma of being raped. We begin to yearn for more with our rapists. Sometimes we miss them more than we miss dear ones we’ve lost in life, which is even more disgusting. Believe me, the shame from those feelings is worse than the shame of the rape itself.

Needless to say, the reactions to rape are varied and complex.

I state this because a faggot in the Hierarchy University Discord (LINK HERE) reached out to me about a letter he wrote to his rapist after many years. I encouraged him to send it to me so I can share it with all of you. There’s almost no chance that his rapist will ever see it, of course, but it’s cathartic for a victim to do SOMETHING with their tangled emotions.

So I reprint if here:

Hi Brother Sam, and dear readers, hope you all had great holidays, as some of you might know, my story might be messed up, but I’ve come to a happy conclusion.

Thanks to Sam and various Alphas I’ve come to be happy about my past, and that it showed me my true nature, and I to celebrate that, decided to write a letter.

Many years have passed, do you still remember me, I ask myself daily, I certainly do, I remember many details of that night, your beard on my neck, your grunts with every snap of your hips, your hand on my hip keeping me steady, the taste of your hand on my mouth mixed with my tears, the feeling of your cock plunging deep in me, the feeling of your seed escaping my gaping hole…

I remember it all, the emptiness that you left inside me, I hated it, inside my mind, inside my body, it was everywhere all consuming…  I thought you raped me, but now I know better, you didn’t Sir, you saw I was a faggot, and used me as you saw fit at the time, so THANK YOU Sir, while I was unwilling at the time, my views have changed, and I forgive you, even if there’s nothing to forgive anymore, as I from the present, give you the consent for your past actions.

Thank you Sir, for showing me my true shelf, for making me a better faggot, thank you. I do not know who you are, hopefully you read this and know it’s about you, but I doubt it, even so, I believe it needs to be expressed, and that maybe by chance you’ll read it… Then know Sir, that you’re my first Alpha, my first Sir, and you will always be in my mind, and that I would love to serve you again Sir, willingly with my entire soul.

I’m grateful to this brother for opening his heart and sharing it with us. I hope he finds continued peace and joy in service, using the lessons he’s learned about himself through being raped.

We have two choices when enduring a crisis: crumble and die, or make new bricks from the wreckage and rebuild. My brother and I chose to rebuild, and we are better for it!