The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve been blessed with some truly wild circumstances during my ten years of teaching Hierarchy online. I tutored multiple straight Alphas in Canada on how to own personal, live-in faggots. I’ve covered dramatic rapes almost live via email. I’ve helped fathers and sons navigate hierarchical roles with compassion and care. I’ve witnessed a fag brother having his entire company taken over by a young God Alpha. I’ve had my podcast cause a straight Alpha to take ownership of the faggot he caught listening to it. And on and on. Longtime readers know of my track record.
Many times these stories seemed unbelievable to ME, let alone my readership, and I was often accused of making things up. But these stories are all true.
However, few stories have blown my mind quite as much as the following story that has been developing here over the last couple of weeks. I’m not even sure what the chances are of this situation happening randomly – they must be infinitesimal – but that’s exactly what happened!
I’ll try to walk you through it.
Readers may remember a recent series of “Questions From Readers” asks from a faggot named Mason who thought he was an Alpha but found himself fantasizing about a more powerful Alpha at his school. I’ve assembled those asks HERE.
There were three such asks from Mason, and I was advising him on how to tempt this Alpha into using him. This mostly involved asking leading questions or even kneeling before this Alpha to trigger his dominance. Mason would cautiously try these suggestions, and they did seem to be producing the desired result.
Meanwhile, I received a nondescript ask from an anonymous Alpha about a friend he wanted to force into submission. You can read that HERE.
Then, out of the blue, I received the following email from that anonymous Alpha:
Yo I wanted to keep you updated on my story. But I’m writing as an email instead of a question because I think my friend, Mason, who I’m making my fag is the guy who’s asking questions about thinking he was an alpha until being in college. I say this for a couple reasons, one we both are in a frat together like his story, two his physical descriptions in the story are similar to my friend, and three the day I did part of what you told me, he sent you his story about being called a good boy. I find this so amusing because I did only part of what you said because despite being an alpha I care deeply for my friends and wanted to truly confirm before making a decisive move. But now I know he’s already a fag so no need in holding back LMAO. I just saw his story today and plan on giving him one more day to admit who is to me before making my move. For now though I’ve just had him mainly massage my feet, do my laundry for me, head locked him under my pits, and just small triggers before going further. Crazy small world that we both messaged you for advice haha.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?? Both the college Alpha and his latest faggot prey were unwittingly writing to me for advice from both sides of this situation!!!
This Alpha introduced himself as Master Jason. He is a straight college frat guy who discovered the use of faggots two years ago thanks to a faggot named John. Master Jason kindly shared his experience with that first faggot:
Yo Sam of course, regarding John, ownership with him was easy because he approached me wanting to serve me and already knowing he was a fag. When I took ownership, I followed a similar process to what I’m trying to do with Mason, having him worship my muscles, feet, and body, and making him cook, do my laundry, and wash the dishes, he was my little live at home slave. The process was slower because I was new to the alpha scene, but when I saw how animalistic and desperate he was for me, I felt right asserting my will over him since he clearly would do anything for me. Right now, I still own John, but unfortunately he no longer lives nearby but across the country with his family right now, as he had issues to take care of. He still comes to visit occasionally where he always serves me, but I understand and despite him being my fag, I respect that he is taking care of his family right now, since I was in that situation before. I’ve owned a couple more fags since then, but I’ve haven’t found one that has taken care of my needs to own them for the long term because worshipping me is a privilege that not every fag should have.
You see how natural this is? Master Jason is perfectly straight, but it just takes a good, honest-hearted faggot to help trigger the inborn dominance of an Alpha to want to own and use inferiors! It sounds like my brother John was the right faggot to open Master Jason’s eyes!
But Master Jason’s journey to his acceptance of his Alphahood wasn’t quite the straight line that many experience. He continued:
In terms of your question about alpha hood I think I had a different growth curve. I didn’t realize I was superior to other males until two years ago when I was first introduced to hierarchy. In high school I liked to stay out of the spotlight which might be different from most alphas but my reasoning was I had to work to help take care of my mother and younger brother. Given that I never had much time to notice my superiority from fags but everyone I knew respected me and never messed around me. On the basketball team I was the “unofficial captain,” I never tried to become captain because that wasn’t my priority. But every time we had practice or a game everyone would listen to me instead of the “actual captain”. I’ve always been a very action oriented person I never commanded or yelled at people I just led by example and it seemed everyone just fell in line. In high school thought, one of my close friends always told me he knew girls who would want to get with me if I wanted, but I turned them down because I had other priorities. I think it’s how I was raised to be more of a protector alpha which is also why I wanted to be careful when first approaching Mason. In terms of fags though in high school I never noticed it but looking back there was one guy on the basketball team who always lingered behind in the locker room whenever I was changing and I realize he was probably a silent fag. I noticed more fag attention in college when I would first get hit on by guys all the time at frat parties and bars, but it wasn’t until my first fag, John, showed me your page did I realize how many more guys wanted to serve me.
For my alpha hood now I think I’m still navigating how everything is and which fags I decide to just use or which to truly own. I don’t find myself concerned with the labeling of what alpha I am but what I see is I’m a protector alpha. I look out for people I care about and always have been the person everyone turns to in group settings whether I am officially deemed the “leader” or not I know people look up to me and in college I’ve been able to better appreciate and revel in my power.
Can you hear the calm, level-headed nature of Master Jason’s answers? He’s a true Protector Alpha in the sense that he naturally leads and instinctively protects/uses/fulfills inferiors!
So I realized I was now in service to a truly all-natural Alpha Master who understands and really embraces the ownership of faggots as part of his purpose as a developing King. Even more urgently, I was simultaneously assisting Master Jason and Mason to finally break through the hierarchical dance they were doing by advising both separately.
Now that façade was done! I could finally help guide it in a meaningful, less blind way! However, Master Jason forbade me to inform Mason of the fact that we were talking, at least not until Master Jason could actually break Mason’s will himself!
And that finally happened a couple of days ago! And very dramatically:
But back to my update I finally broke Mason a bit this morning. We usually hit the gym in the morning but today I told him I was sore so I wanted to have a rest day. He asked if there was anything he could do for me and I told him my feet were sore and asked him to massage my soles. His eyes widened when I said that and I found it amusing but I could see the desire in his eyes. He started massaging my feet and I told him to take off my socks and he obeyed and began rubbing my bare feet while I took my shirt off because of the heat and talked about how sweaty and smelly my pits and feet are in this heat. At this time his eyes looked the same as fags I’ve had who begged to worship my feet and I knew he couldn’t control himself. So I asked him why are you so obedient to me? He stuttered before I cut him off and said no it’s because you’re a faggot who wants to be used right? He started blushing and didn’t look up so I had to force him to look up at me and told him to say yes sir I’m a faggot. He struggled with his words again but ended up saying yes sir I’m your slave. When I prodded him again to say faggot instead he couldn’t so I just told him good boy and to just smell my feet and pits instead. I could tell he was obsessed though he ended up sniffing my pits for 15 min before one of my frat bros knocked on my door and he jumped back. Before he left I told him he would address me as Sir from now on and he said yes sir before he left.
I don’t remember all the details but I the fact that this guy that everyone would think could pull bitches and was an alpha was nothing but just a fag under my feet made me feel so good. I will say I was disappointed he didn’t submit to me first nor did he admit he was a faggot. But I try not to judge because I don’t know what he’s going through. I do want to break him in further but it seems he’s still scared of admitting he isn’t an alpha so I don’t know if you have any advice to get him more comfortable. It feels different than other fags I’ve broken in since I know he wants to serve me but I can see there’s resistance. I’ll keep you updated with anything that happens man and I appreciate your advice here.
I was just as disappointed in Mason’s resistance as Master James was, but unlike Master Jason, I DO know what Mason’s going through. It’s hard to accept a truth when it so deeply contradicts what you’ve believed about yourself for so long. This is especially true when it means accepting an inferior position with other Men and in life.
However, notice Master Jason’s insightful stance: “But I try not to judge because I don’t know what he’s going through.” Spoken like a true Protector Alpha!
I think Master Jason is one of the finest examples of young straight Alphahood I’ve ever encountered. He’s totally in control at all times, and he sees everything. He’s blessed with that preternatural Alpha hunting instinct, and he has the dominant intelligence to manipulate the weak into fulfilling their purpose!
Mason doesn’t yet appreciate the astounding privilege he has standing over him right now! Mason has been chosen as the personal property of a very special straight Alpha! I hope Mason comes to accept his true purpose soon and submits to the will of Master Jason!
It’s a story too good to be true that is about to get even better!
Thank you, Master Jason, for your honesty, benevolence, and kindness!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
If you’ve been following the true stories about Master Toople’s conquests, you know that he’s a voracious breeder of faggots. He has a giant dick and balls that produce overwhelming loads, and coupled with his massive musculature he becomes a Terminator robot of relentless breeding.
But Master Toople is a true Master, and he understands the art of faggot manipulation.
Ask any faggot, and they will say the same thing – they LOVE a Master that can get inside their head and manipulate them into discovering new depths of their own submission. That’s why hypno audio/video files are so popular, and why popper drains are practically begged for by faggots in findom.
Well, Master Toople shared an experience he recently had with a faggot that started out as a non-sexual encounter.
You would like how I hynoed and overloaded one of my fags senses through just smell and sight. Like all my trained fags, he was ready to serve and worship when I arrived at the gym, but why not test his impulse, I thought. I gave him my commands; he was not to touch, feel, lick, or talk, only to see and smell.
Through the two hours gym session, I teased him. Push his head between my legs so he could smell my musk and pre and remnants of earlier loads today. Spread my legs where he hovered just under my bulge, staring right at my cock bulged out and taking in deep breaths. Looking back at my eyes and back to my bulge. Halfway, I would take out my cock and let it hang over his face, and even when my pre dripped on him, he obeyed my command not to lick. His gaze turned more and more stupefied and his breathing got more erratic, just from staring and smelling my cock for two hours.
You might be thinking, how was I able to hold back my alpha aggressiveness and virile instinct to fuck him. The very act that my cocks presence was enough to overwhelm his senses was able to keep me from pinning him on a weight bench and pile driving his throat or pussy.
I drove home. And the whole time, I had my cock free bouncing against the steering wheel, while he sat fixated at my cock. His face was already of absolutely cock drunkenness, and his panting was telling me just how much he was craving to taste, to touch my cock. But I was far from done.
I made the fag watch me while I throat fucked my house slut into a choking, spitting mess, and then an hour long onslaught of pounding his muscled pussy. I didn’t acknowledge the fags presence, didn’t look in his direction, but I knew he could not shift his sight away from where he knelt. As I had basically edged myself for three hours, the load I unleashed in my house slut was monumental. The long soft moan my house slut made when I pulled my hard cock out and my cum followed out like a flow…but my fag still remained obedient and didn’t moan out either at the sight, although I could sense he was near breaking point.
I sat down on the sofa, put on the news, and told my house slut to plug the fag and bring it in front of me. The way my house slut limped, and my cum pouring down his legs, fuck I wanted to mount him again but the fag was my plaything first. My slut obeyed me to the T, I didn’t give the fag any recognition as he knelt on a huge dildo in front of me with my cummy, dripping cock rising like a mountain in front of him.
That went on for an hour. My house slut served me some snacks and drinks, at one point I forced his head back into my cock and gave him a sloppy skull fuck but released him and told him to rest. The fag in front of me got increasingly agitated, I could hear his wet pussy squelching against the dildo as he couldn’t resist riding back on it, his panting and heaving was getting more volatile and his breath was getting hotter against my balls and cock.
Finally I looked at him. His eyes were dilated like I had used him multiple rounds, his nose was flared, his cheeks flushed red, and his mouth agape, tongue loose and drooling. His face was streaked in my constant dripping of pre and the cum from my house sluts prior breeding. But he let it smear all over, his eyes were completely locked onto my cock. I had completely broken and overloaded his sensory limits through sheer sight, smell, and presence of my cock. And he had never looked more cock hungry.
All I did was tap my cock on his face, almost covering it with my size, and he went into shakes like he was being cunted. I finally talked to him, told him if he wanted my cock. I got an incoherent moan as a reply, which meant he was already in that fagged state of being half conscious.
I didn’t even get to his throat. I slammed his huge hunky body to the floor, whipped out the dildo, and drove my cock into his clenching, begging pussy. Oh how he spasmed and weakly tossed his head. His eyes became even more unfocused, and his body jumped even more as I bored through his second cunt. He had never been more ragdolled as I choked pounded him all over my living room. He had never looked more delirious and gaped out when I pulled out after breeding him. He was a heap in the floor, barely conscious, but the most satisfied look in his face as his eyes kept rolling white.
You know me as the adrenaline, powerful breeder, but sometimes I like to indulge myself with absolutely brain fucking a fag through nothing but my presence. I finished with the fag not even an hour ago. My house slut has been servicing my cock with his throat since, and once I’m done messaging you, his cunt is going to receive a second round of pounding.
It may seem odd that a prolific breeder like Master Toople would even bother with an hours-long mind fuck session.
But here’s the thing to remember about Alphas – they love to see how their POWER and their PRESENCE alone causes people to crumble and submit! That’s why you’ll see Alphas stare into an inferior’s eyes at a bar and smile at them … they’re observing the effect of their charisma in real time.
Master Toople already knows what his cock and balls do to faggots. But he was able to enjoy the sight of this faggot getting cock drunk on just his SCENT.
That kind of power that arises simply by existing goes beyond any other kind of power!
I wanted to write again because I feel more confused than ever. As of now I know I’m no longer an alpha, since I last wrote, I have served my frat friend and I can’t deny that an alpha would not do these things and it keeps playing on loop in my mind.
Earlier today we were supposed to hit the gym together but he invited me into his room and told me “How about you just rub and massage my soles, they’re so sore”. This was the first time I’ve ever worshipped feet so I was scared but for some reason I started growing hard feeling up his feet and smelling the stench coming off. Then he took off his shirt and said “God I’m so sweaty my pits and feet are drenched wish I had something to clean it all up” and looked at me in the eyes while I was rubbing his feet but I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact. He ended up telling me “You’re so obedient because you’re a faggot who wants to be used right” and forced me to look up at him. In that moment I felt so aroused I was fighting my cock from becoming too hard that he somehow read through my masculine facade but also how easy he manhandled me. But when he kept telling me “admit you’re a faggot” and “say yes sir I’m a faggot” and “come fucking faggot just admit who youre a faggot to me” I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I felt so bad for disobeying but even though I was so turned on submitting to him I dont know if I’m a faggot. I think I enjoy submitting to strong men like him but I don’t know if I want to be a faggot or if I am close to just being a beta instead. It feels to much is happening with my identity at once and while I want to keep serving him I don’t know if I can tell him all of this. I’m scared of telling him or admitting I’m a faggot because what if he tells other people and no one ever respects me anymore. I just dont know how to satisfy my cravings as i want ti say for him because I can’t deny I got so much harder in that session worshipping me him than ever without putting my image or myself at risk. If you have any advice Sam on how to proceed I would appreciate it.
Well, I must tell you that this isn’t as surprising to me as it is to you. You see, this frat Alpha friend of yours knows you’re a faggot (as I said in the previous post) and he’s interested in taking ownership of you. I know how Alphas operate, so this game he’s playing with you is a bit like a cat playing with a rabbit before it eats the rabbit.
Alphas are excellent hunters – the best on the planet, really – and you’re the most vulnerable prey imaginable … prey that refuses to acknowledge they’re prey.
This Alpha is BOLDLY confronting you about what you are, yet here you are defiantly trying to hold onto something you never had. He’s giving you an opportunity to free yourself – he’s practically BEGGING for you to do it – and you won’t take it.
I occasionally work with @MasterA_2022 on X-Spaces to help faggots openly admit that they’re faggots, some saying it for the very first time. The results are sometimes dramatic, with faggots WEEPING after they say it to the group!
I tell you that to let you know that I do understand your struggle. I know it’s not easy to accept. But I also know the freedom that awaits you on the other side of that admission. You’re desperately trying to maintain a façade that was never real.
Here’s the thing: this Alpha clearly wants to free you from this burden as well. He sees what you are, what your purpose is, and how you’ve trapped yourself in lies. He’s offering a way out, a way to safely become what you were born to be. That is RARE, my friend!
You mention that you’re afraid he might tell other people. You need to remember that he’s under the same social pressure you are (it’s just different because he’s Alpha). He likely doesn’t want it getting around that he seduced a faggot.
Look, if you’re ever going to experience true fulfillment in your life, you must eventually trust a Man with your truth. Otherwise, you’re going to spend your life bottled-up and increasingly petrified of trying.
You’re young now. You’re at your most energetic, vibrant, and beautiful. So is this Alpha. Now is the time to let go of stigmas and the judgments of others, and simply LIVE IN TRUTH!
This Alpha is banging on your door. It’s time to open that door, and let him in!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Easily one of the most intriguing developments on this site in recent months has been the revelation and rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas. I’ve been put in the enviable position of helping him understand his growing power and develop his first stable of faggot worshipers.
To assist me in this, I recruited Master Dean (a God Alpha raised by God Alphas) to guide Master Lucas in ways a faggot like me is ill-equipped to do. So far Master Dean has nothing but the highest praise for his young peer.
Under Master Dean’s tutelage Master Lucas is learning to expand the kinds of worship he receives:
Just to give you some little news. I know how much you love hearing from Me. I must say, I really enjoy the company of My older 18-yo submissive. It’s great to have a boy who is clearly mature and clever and strong but who still feels the urge to submit to Me. Also, the other day, I was with one of My other servant, My earliest childhood friend. He accompanied Me while I worked out in a park sports area. He would carry a towel and come to wipe Me off at the slightest gesture from Me. I could clearly see that he was completely mesmerized when he looked at Me in full effort. At the end, when I was out of breath, I could see that he had his eyes fixed on My armpits (I was in a tank top). So I said, “Would you like a closer look?” He nodded eagerly. I put my hand on his head and stuck his nose in My armpit. He sniffed so hard! Then he put out his tongue to lick. I was surprised, but I loved this way of worshipping My body. I wasn’t expecting it, but it was cool. He also kissed My biceps. I think I’ve discovered some new acts of worship that I’m going to love! LOL
You can imagine the pleasant surprise Master Lucas experienced when his faggot sniffed and licked his sweaty armpit and kissed his bicep. At age 15 every new sensation is like touching a live electric wire, and that’s doubly true when it comes to domination.
So Master Lucas wanted more, of course:
I find out I really love the power of My armpits! I had two others of My inferiors sniff and lick My armpits and they loved that!
Also, I kind of like those displays of power and domination in public space. You see, recently, I had My girflriend massaging My socked feet in the schoolyard. I was sitting on a bench, hands behind My head, and she was sitting in front of Me on a stool, gently massaging My feet. And the funny thing was, I saw boys, including boys older than Me, whom I didn’t know, giving Me thumbs-up and admiring glances. I loved that! I think boys really do instinctively recognize their superiors.
I feel like I’ve always new urges about how to use My inferiors and make them humiliate themselves for My pleasure. I’m disciplining Myself to keep a cool head and remain patient, but I know I’ll get everything I want, sooner or later.
This bold display of Alpha power accomplished two things: (1) it forced his girlfriend to submit to him and remain under his control, and more importantly (2) established Master Lucas’s presence at the top of the school’s hierarchical order and served notice to his Alpha brothers that he is King.
Master Lucas has been tight-lipped about his romantic life to the point that I figured he didn’t have time for a love life with the line of faggots begging to kiss his feet.
But it turns out that yes, he does have a girlfriend, and he’s teaching her to accept his desire to own and use faggots.
I have been using some of My servants with her to watch, two of them had been massaging My feet while My girl and I were chilling on the sofa. She’s a nice pretty girl and she’s crazy about Me. I know she brags about dating Me to the girls at school. But she can be a bit possessive. I may have to take care of that. She doesn’t know everything about my inferiors serving Me, but she has seen Me ordering around some of My servants and she has served Me too, like the time two of them were rubbing My feet and she was massaging My back. She knows I have a dominant personality and I think it turns her on, when I dominate boys it reminds her how lucky she is and that she hit the big prize LOL. I think I will introduce her even more to my inferiors. I want her to get used to the idea that I am to be served and worshiped by everyone I choose, including her.
It’s magnificent to see the rapid ascension of Master Lucas, isn’t it? Males are NOT all born equal, and the story of this young God Alpha’s rise should put away any lingering doubts.
How did Master Lucas become aware of this destiny, this purpose? He told me his first memory:
You know, this whole using inferiors in public thing reminded me of one of the first times I consciously realized I was superior to others. I don’t remember if I told you about that. When I was 11 or 12, dont know, I was hanging out with a school mate in the streets. Then, I noticed My shoe laces were untied. So, as a joke, I said “hey” to My mate, snapping my fingers and pointing at My shoes. But then he knelt down and laced them up. I remember that I felt great. Before long, he would often carry my schoolbag. When I would simply hand it to him, without saying anything, he would know what to do. I loved that. I think those were my first practical, conscious experiences of domination.
A simple taste of power has placed Master Lucas on a path leading inexorably toward a Kingdom of his own design! There’s nothing that can stand in his way or resist his will!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I first met my brother Matt and the learned of the brutality of his new Master Connor, I warned against continuing to serve him because I feared something bad might happen to Matt. And while the jury is still out on that eventuality, I’m delighted to be able to say that my initial feeling about Master Connor was dead wrong.
He’s not a Destroyer Alpha in the traditional sense, He’s a Destroyer Alpha the way a controlled explosion effectively tears down useless structures.
Matt shared a lengthy recent experience so profoundly thrilling that I’m tempted to break it into a couple of parts. However, I think I’ll keep it all together so you can really ingest and appreciate the full power on display here.
Over text, I let Master Connor know that I expedited the shipping for my new cage and it would arrive before I see him next on Saturday right before his kickboxing lesson. He seems to really be enjoying and benefiting from the sessions! His new underwear arrives later today!
He told me the keys to my current cage are in his locker at the gym. News to me! But I also thought he’d bring them back after his workout. No! He said I’ll need to be there. And that I should arrive to the gym before his session, watch him and then he’d retrieve the keys afterwards.
Wow. What an opportunity to watch him in all his Alpha glory while I wait on the bench with my clit about to be downsized!
He told me not to wear panties because he plans to have me change cages in the locker room. Yikes! I thought he’d at least wait until after we were back to his place. He said to instead wear “some lame excuse for male underwear. Don’t overdo it fag. You’re not a Man. You’re a fucking loser.”
I wasn’t sure what to wear when he said that… I’m so used to being in lacy panties when I show up and he uses me. I only have a couple pair of “regular” underwear but they seem almost too masculine?
So without any filter, I suggested “like tighty whities Sir?”
His response was complete laughter. I’ve never seen so many emojis and “Hahahahaha” reactions in a row. He clearly thought it was entertaining. He finally said “Yeah.” with a devil horns emoji. He also told me to bring a pink skirt I’ve worn before so I’m not sure how that fits into the equation.
Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I’m excited to downsize for him and serve him fully. Yet I don’t know what this new venue and set of directions will entail. Not for my faggot brain to solve!
Either way, I’m sniffing his underwear as I write knowing it will all be for the better and tomorrow will be an incredible day.
When Matt sent me this message, I replied that I was curious about what he was planning with the underwear business. But of course, I’m just a faggot, and I had no way of seeing exactly what astounding things Master Connor had in mind:
Well my mind is blown! You said he may have a purpose with all of his violence and tactics. Not sure if this is it but wow has my dynamic of service to Master Connor changed as of last night! Here is an update to what I shared with below( the day before meeting him this weekend).
I arrived at his gym early so Master Connor would be sure to see me as he walked in. Pure butterflies in my stomach.
When he walked in he slightly nodded at me but continued on to the locker room to get his equipment.
He was chatting it up with the other Men there and the trainer started giving them some warm up exercises to do. I was so mesmerized by Master. He was confident, intense and focused. Soon the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. The sounds of the bags being kicked and punched, the primal grunts, the sound of feet quickly shuffling on the hardwood floor.
I’m sure my mouth was just gaping open the entire time as I watched on in an almost hypnotic like trance.
During a break, he came over and simply said “go get me some water and a towel faggot.” It wasn’t loud enough for others to hear but it also wasn’t a whisper. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly got what he demanded. After chugging the water and wiping his face, arms and torso with the towel he threw it toward me and I caught it right as it hit my face. It was magical. I kept trying to discreetly bury my face into it throughout the back half of his workout not knowing if I’d ever get such a pleasure again.
When it came time to end the session, the other Men went to the locker room while Master Connor chatted with the trainer. Eventually he motioned for me to follow him to the locker room. By that time, some of the Men were already heading out. There were probably only one or two still finishing up with one headed to the shower in just his towel. It was such a dream to be in their presence!
After we were alone in the area, Master Connor told me to strip down to my underwear which I did without hesitation. He told me how pathetic I was to be in my tighty whities with my clit caged in a Men’s locker room. He tossed me the keys and told me to turn away and swap the cages. And to hurry up “so none of these guys have to see a faggot be so disgusting in their space.”
It didn’t take long to get the cage unlocked and get the new one out of my bag. But then it happened. My clit began to expand and get slightly chubby – weak but still larger. I was panicking because I knew I needed to hurry up. Master Connor had finished putting away his gear and turned to see me still fidgeting. “What’s taking so long faggot? You forget how to lock that nub away?”
I embarrassingly told him what was happening. He nodded. Told me to pull up my underwear. I did so, not knowing how that would help. Then, without warning, he turned me around and directly kneed me in my fag nuts. Hard. I immediately fell to my knees and gasped. He let me writhe in pain for a few seconds before simply saying “hurry up you stupid slut.” Then I realized that my clit had almost full retracted and so I scrambled in my agony to get the tiny cage secured. Once I did, I thanked him for helping me. It felt weird to impulsively say that – it hurt a bunch and probably wasn’t the only solution but he provided a solution… HIS solution. He just shook his head half smiling like he was just embarrassed for me as a human being and I could understand why. We couldn’t be more different in our places in the hierarchy.
He then grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch where I stayed inhaling his natural power for a minute. He said he needed to piss and I followed him to a stall still just in my underwear. He quickly sat down and pulled his thick dick out and let his stream go right into my open mouth and down my willing throat. Before long he was face fucking me and I tried not to verbally gag too much knowing there was still one Man just finishing his shower nearby. Instead of cumming down my throat, he painted my face with a very thick, large load. He left the stall and told me to stay. There I was, nearly naked in the smallest cage possible and covered in his Alpha seed with piss and dick on my faggot breath. I’m sure I was quite the sight to see.
He came back a few minutes later with my bag. Told me to get dressed but to leave his load on my face. We left the gym and only the trainer was still there but on the far side of the space – just waving to Master Connor from a distance as we left. I was feeling both anxious to be in public wearing such an obvious cumshot on my face but also proud and calm as I walked a few steps behind the Alpha that had given me this incredible gift. HIS gift.
As we made it to his place, he told me to get properly dressed – which I assume meant putting on the short pink skirt. When I opened my bag I noticed my old cage wasn’t there. Did he keep it? Did he throw it away? No time to think about it and I wouldn’t dare ask. I suppose that older, larger cage is in my past anyway. So I move on, pulling up the skirt over my underwear and taking off the rest of my clothes. I start preparing dinner while he’s on his phone as I’m not sure what to do next. I then feel a very firm slap to my ass and I could feel his breath on my ear. I think dinner was about to wait.
I don’t remember verbatim but he said something like: “Such a dirty slut. Prancing around my house just asking for it and already wearing a load on your face. What a fucking whore you’ve become.”
This was new! I didn’t know what was happening. Was it role play? How should I respond?
He was cupping my ass and I whimpered saying “I’m your slut Sir.”
Another hard smack to my ass. Then I heard it for the first time: “Good girl.”
My head was spinning. I’d always been willing to feminize myself to some extent – I mean, I’m definitely not a Man – but really only to further myself from the concept of masculinity. So panties or the like. Now my Alpha was telling me I was a “good girl”?!
Before I could think much more about it, he let loose a barrage of slaps to my ass and then yanked down the back of my underwear. I heard him spit on his dick and then it was buried inside me almost instantly. I was leaning over the counter as he took me hard, fast and without any consideration for my pussy. His finger fish-hooked my open mouth as I blubbered gibberish during his assault on my cunt. The way he pulled on my mouth made my head turn back enough towards him that I watched as he methodically and powerfully drove his dick deep into my guts.
He was completely lost in his rut. I was a hole and he was fucking it relentlessly. A Man on a mission. Then as I could feel him get closer, the affirmation-based questions started as his fingers were still deep in my mouth.
“Who is my dirty little slut?”
I am Sir
“Who owns you?”
You do Sir
“What are you?”
I’m a faggot Sir. Your faggot Sir.
“Good girl.”
Then a few more thrusts and his load was coating my insides. He stayed inside my battered, swollen hole for a moment. I tried to gain my composure but I was still trembling from the breeding. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees to clean his incredible cock.
He eventually pulled me off his dick and pulled me up and my underwear up too. He took off his shirt and told me to order dinner for both of us and join him on the couch. He wanted me to stay?! To eat together?!
I cuddled up next to him as he watched TV and scrolled on his phone. Occasionally grazing my head across his still sweaty chest. Then I did something I’ve never really done before with him. But this was a day of firsts! I began to kiss his chest and his arms. Only a little at first. I looked up at him and he was staring back. He didn’t say anything which I felt gave me permission to continue. So I did and then I got bolder. Nuzzling my face into his pits and licking around his chest. In that moment I felt his fingers go down the back of my skirt and underwear and find my very-tender pussy. He pushed in and I groaned into his pit. It hurt but it was so amazing I didn’t care.
Soon his fingers were deep in my mouth as he fed me part of the load he’d just shot into my cunt. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
Around that time the food arrived and luckily they left it at the door – I couldn’t imagine someone seeing me in my current state. Not much was said as we ate and he mostly watched TV. I just kept staring at him with absolute lust and admiration. As I put away the dishes and cleaned up, I started to grab my bag assuming he was ready for me to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He said from the couch. “Did I say you could leave faggot? You got somewhere more important to be?”
I quickly put down the bag and said “No Sir. Sorry Sir, I just didn’t want to be in your way.” He had already shot two loads today (at least) and finished dinner. I assumed he was done with me. Not the case!
He had me get the shower started and then got in. I just watched from a distance. What an incredible Man. Every aspect of him was pure power and superiority. He had me dry him off and then he fell onto the bed. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do.
“If you’re going to stay the night, you better get to work on my feet because they are sore from all of this kickboxing. That’s on you faggot.”
Stay the night?! I was speechless. I must have waited too long because he snapped.
“Jesus. Nevermind. Just get the fuck out you stupid bitch.”
I immediately came back to reality and within no time I was massaging and worshiping his feet with passion that I didn’t know I had. Occasionally saying “thank you Sir”. And, after a few minutes, eventually hearing back “good girl.”
I know this has been a long update so I’ll give you the second (shorter part) very soon! Spoiler: I did stay the night and was of service this morning. I’m just now trying to fully work through all that has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m set to see Master Connor again following his session Tuesday. Praying that my pussy will be recovered enough by then to take another round of assault.
I don’t know where this is all headed but I’m constantly surprised by the journey and just how much more obsessed I can become in my faggot servitude to such a deserving and strong Alpha Man.
I cannot really even process this experience! I almost feel like I was also taken and bred by Master Connor through my brother Matt!
Master Connor’s manipulation of Matt in the locker room is a master class in keeping a faggot off-balance and begging for more. Matt is already starving for every aspect of Master Connor’s body and mind, but training like this significantly ramps up that desperation.
Even more dramatic was the bathroom stall mouth fuck and facial! Dumping a massive load on Matt’s face and then forcing him to walk through that gym with it plainly visible to everyone is HUGE! You can actually hear the effect in Matt’s words. He’s delirious and deliriously fulfilled!
I don’t know what kind of experience Master Connor has had in his life as an owner of faggots, but it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yes, he’s aggressive, but it’s used in targeted ways that forces Matt into perpetual subspace.
I’m looking forward to finding out what happened the next morning!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There’s no doubt that my previous site FagsWorshipAlphas and this one have had a large number of underage visitors lurking on them. In the first year of the site (on Tumblr) I shooed away questions and conversations from minors because I didn’t want to deal with the headaches or legal issues.
But I kept encountering kids who were putting themselves in frightening situations or trying things they didn’t understand, so I relaxed my standards a bit to try and give solid, fully transparent advice. I began to look at it this way: I would’ve loved to have had someone to talk to and get advice from when I was fumbling around in the darkness of my teen years as a burgeoning faggot. Despite what my critics suggest (without evidence), I desperately want to help people find their truth. And minors are people, too.
One of the most wonderful faggot brothers I’ve ever met on this wild internet journey of mine was a then-sixteen-year-old faggot named Ethan. In 2022 Ethan wrote me a heartfelt letter after I threatened to put up a paywall around FWA. He was desperate to hang onto the one thing that taught him the absolute truth about his life, so he reached out to somehow keep in touch with me.
Here’s what he wrote to me back in April of ’22:
Dear Sam, My name is Ethan, and I am a 16-year-old Faggot. I have been coming to your website for the last year and a half, almost 2 now. I saw your most recent post about making it a paid site and wanted to write this email to you for two reasons before it’s too late.
First, I was wondering if you could give me some advice. You see I have known I was a faggot since I was 10 years old. When I was in 5th grade I was in love with my 5th-grade teacher. He was such a nice and awesome teacher! He was always positive and supportive. I would always ask him if I could help around the classroom. Such as organizing the classroom library, wiping the desks down, hanging up classroom art, Sharping pencils, and, more. I was so excited to see him each day and help him out and wanted to do every for him. I also started having sexual dreams about him towards the end of the year. I didn’t know if I was gay or not, But I know I wanted to do anything he ask or said to do. Of course, he NEVER EVER touched me or did anything sexual! But I felt he had power over me and I loved it! He was just an amazing teacher. I was hoping you can give me the advice to help me find an Alpha. I have read a few posts on your site that you suggest for faggots my age find someone around the same age. But you see I am only attracted to older men, like at least 30s- 60s. Plus I am not out to a lot of people at my school yet, only a few think I’m Bi. I have tried using Grinder, but I have run into many problems. One is that most Alphas I like, are not into guys like me. You see I’m Very masculine, I’m 6′ tall, and about 225 – 230 pounds, I am on my High School’s JV Football team. I play MLB, (which is middle linebacker) Or FB (which is Full back). I also love to work out, and I can squat about 400 libs, (I have big Thighs hehe). I also can grow facial hair so I can look older than I really am. Anyways, Alphas on Grinder, always want small skinny, twink, Fem boys. Or they want boys to dress up and act like girls, and I am not that. Also, I don’t want to change, I like who I am, and I love football and sports. The other problem with Grinder is my age. I have met up with a few alphas, and I had to hide my age. But as soon as I tell them they ghost me. For example, I had been seen this one guy who was like in his 40s. for a few weeks and I had sucked him off 3 times, and last week I think he was getting suspicious about my age. He thought I was in college, but when I talked about school, the fact I go every day, and a few other details he finally asked straight out how old I was. It wasn’t like I was lying to him, like flat out, I just didn’t give him details. After that, he was mad and stop talking to me. I totally understand, they don’t want to get into trouble, and I did feel really bad about lying, and I do not want to lie to my alphas, because I know it’s not right. I just don’t know how to find one that will be ok with my age. Could you please give me some advice on how to find the right Alpha? I know I should not be lying to Alphas about my age or anything else but how do I find one? And one that likes me for me? Or should I change for my Alpha? Should I try to be more Fem. or dress like a girl for them? It’s just that, that is not really who I really am. I also wanted to send you this email because I wanted to say Thank You Soo Much, for making this site. even though I won’t be able to see if it is for pay since I do not have a credit card. I wanted to thank you for helping me so much. I know who I am now. Before I found your site I thought I was fucking crazy, or a very, Very, sick pervert. Just because I would fantasize and have dreams of men using me. Even though I was ok with myself for being gay, I thought it was sick to be thinking that I wanted older men to use me as a slave, and just a sexual object and for them to hurt me or say hateful things to me like call me a faggot or dog or wanting to be lesser than them and not equal. But you helped me know that it is all a part of nature, what the Hierarchy is, and my place in it. You helped me understand that I am not sick in the head, and there are many other Brothers like me out there. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. You kind of saved my life! And if you still put the paywall up I understand. Please do not listen to the Fucking Haters! You also save so many that don’t email you, like I didn’t for the past year. Whenever I do get a credit card, your site will be the first one I sign up for! Thank you again, for everything you have done in the last 5 years! Happy Anniversary! I hope I can still stay in touch and let you know when I find an Alpha!
Thank you, Sincerely, Ethan
Can you see why I don’t judge minors as being too young to have honest conversations with about serious, life-altering decisions and courses of conduct? Ethan was clearly intelligent and in full control of his choices. He simply needed someone to talk to that he could trust, and I was that person.
Beyond that, I definitely felt drawn to him because he was honest-hearted. He admitted certain urges that others might try to hide for fear of judgement. I found Ethan to be quite mature and thoughtful for his age.
Sadly, I was headed to prison a few months later and my time to help him was limited.
Fortunately, Ethan reached back out to me recently and we reconnected. And I was glad to find out he’s now in college, but more than that, he’s finding his way as a faggot:
This is Ethan, we emailed back and forth a few times back in 2022 and 2023. I emailed you about finding alphas and meeting men on Grinder and how you told me to be myself even though I am a masculine Faggot, and not a femboy, that some alphas are into that. Since you gave me advice, I stopped using Grinder until I turned 18. I’m 19 now and turn 20 in June. I looked at FagsWorshipAlphas.com, hoping you would return when your “vacation” was up, but then it went down, and I thought I would never see or talk to you again. I found Hierarchy University a few days ago and am so glad I did. I have a few more questions and wanted to update you.
First, I think I found an Alpha! So I am at a university in Texas, and I have been going to a local Gym with some friends I met at school. Back in November, one of my friends said he saw a guy in the locker room wearing a cock cage. I was super intrigued, and it was hard to hide it. After we (they really) had a hard laugh about it. I asked him when he saw him and what he looked like, so I could maybe check it out. He gave me some info. But I never saw him whenever I would go by myself.
Eventually, I was with my friend and a few others, and he pointed the guy out to us as we were lifting. I did not go over to him then because I was with friends and too nervous. But at least I know what he looked like. It took me until February because of school and work, when I was able to get a brief idea of his schedule. He usually comes to the gym in the morning on the weekends and MWF in the midday and afternoons. It took me a while until I was able to talk to him, I was either always with my friends, or too shy, or there were too many people around.
Finally, in the middle of March, I caught him at the gym on a Sunday morning. The gym is usually void of a lot of people (most are at church), so I had to time it just write. I saw he was done with his set and treadmill, and he was walking to the locker room, and I followed him in. This time he was wearing his cage; I noticed a few times he wasn’t. So I followed him into the sauna, and there was another older man in there already. I waited until the older man left, then I started making casual talk. His name is Alan, and I asked him if he went to my school, which he did, but graduated like a year and a half ago. I then complimented him on his cage, and he smiled and said that it was a smaller one than he started with. I later found out he thought I was an alpha and was trying to pick him up haha. So I asked him if he had a master or Key holder, and he said he did. We talked for a bit about Alphas and Faggots. I told him I was a Faggot too, and was hoping he could give me some insight on how to find an Alpha like he did. He also said he had read your old site for a long time and saw it when it was first on Tumblr, right before that went dark too. Then two other older men came into the sauna and we had to cut our conversation short, just as well, cause I was also getting hard from talking about it all with someone one lol.
So after a while, we both decided to leave we went into the showers. I took a very quick shower as I did not want to miss him when he got out. As I was changing, he came out and I sat on the same bench and we chatted a little more, about other things, as there were others around. When we walked out, we exchanged numbers and we talked on the phone quite a few times after that. He told me that his Alpha was a black man Named King Karter and he and 3 other faggots worshiping him. Two of them are older, and online, mostly like Findom really. And one other he has had for a long time that is used sexually and demstically. They serve him by cleaning and cooking for him, financially by giving him some of their paycheck, and in other ways, and Sexually. I asked if King Karter was looking for more faggots and if I could meet with him. He had said he would ask his King the next time he would get a chance, but wasn’t sure.
A few weeks went by, and Alan called me and he said his alpha would have an interview with me. So he told me this before, but I will explain it. So his alpha has an interview with prospective faggots now, that want to serve him. Because he had one faggot that served him for a while and then just bailed because he did want to do a few of the certain things that his King was asking of him. This way he makes sure he only picks Faggots that are willing to do everything that is asked of them and know what to expect and how to serve. To prepare me for the interview, Alan talked to me and told me everything to expect, so I was prepared. Some of the things were like, will I cook and clean his apartment, which was a natural yes. Sexually, he said he is very, very dormant, which is most of the time. Which was ok with me although I told him I had not ever been fucked yet. He said as long as I’m ok with getting fucked and practice beforehand (which is a bit hard to do while living in a dorm) I was good. Alan said the first time is usually the hardest and roughest because he wants the Faggot to know how hard he can get. Alan said his King gave him black eyes and a split lip the first time, but he is not like that every time. Alan said his King also makes the faggots wear cock cadges at all times in the apartment, even when just cooking and cleaning or when the King is not home and when or / if they go out together. Because he said, his King finds it very offensive that faggots gets hard around him. Alan also told me that his King also has him and all his faggots use poppers constantly every time they are there, even when they are not having sex, he makes them watch popper training videos all of the time while working out their cunts, and while doing chores. I had never done poppers before this, but I know what they are.
I wanted to ask you, are there any side effects from using them a lot? I found conflicting information online. He also told me about one other aspect of service.
And finally, this was the big one, He said his King pimps him and the other faggot out to his friends and others. I told him I wasn’t sure if I could do that. Alan said that that was why the other faggot left. Alan said, He wasn’t sure about it either at first, but after a while, he realized that it was a Win, Win, Win scenario. He gets to have a lot more sex and practice with other men and pleases other alphas sexually, and he can take the things he learned from others and use his skills on his King, He said he is not allowed to have sex with anyone else like no hookups on Grinder, because his King does not want any risks of STDs. This way, his King can screen his clients beforehand, making sure they are all STD tested and Free. Alan also said he feels safer because his King knows where he is and who he is with, so he is not with some potential psycho killer. Also, it is a win for the clients as they will have a quality faggot to use. And finally, King Kater wins because he gets money and has us practice our skills, so when we come back, we can perform better for him. That was the basics of it.
I said I would have to think about the sex-selling part, and after a few weeks, I finally got comfortable with it. Alan sent him pics of me in a jock strap and Alan said his King liked my look. We had the interview a few weeks ago.
I also wanted to ask you if alphas tricking out their faggots is that a common thing? And what should I be aware of?
Since this email is getting long, I will let you know how the interview went in another email if you want to hear about it. I had it a few days ago, it was intense! 🙂 Really not what I was expecting.
Well, I am really glad you are back and love the new site! And I am glad I found you again!
Thanks Again, Sam!
Love you!
Ethan!
I thought this was an incredibly promising situation, but things got even better when Ethan was allowed to meet King Karter in the flesh!
Here is what happened last Sunday (4/6). Alan said I would have an interview at 11. I left my doom very early, went to a nearby gas station bathroom, and cleaned myself out just in case. I arrived at his apartment at around 10:45. When I was walking up to his place my stomach was in knots. When he opened the door, he was huge, like 6’3 bold, and goatee. He was wearing just some basketball shorts.
He told me to sit down and we talked for a good while. It felt like a work interview. He asked me where I grew up. When did I start thinking and knowing I was a faggot. How many men have I served? I told him the details I told you a few years ago like knowing when I was about 10. and about Grinder. I also told him I had never been fucked which I was nervous about, but he didn’t mind he did make sure I was willing to be fucked and breed, and I said yes absolutely! I just never found a guy I was comfortable with. I told him how I met Alan and how I was looking for an Alpha. I told him about your website (the old one because I didn’t find this one yet) and how you gave me great advice and really helped me, He said he heard about the site from # 1, (I will explain that later) and that he looked at it a few times but he liked this site called fagmaster or fag life, better because it was more for alphas, but he said you do good work to help faggots like me know their place. He said he hadn’t gone to them in a while because they went down too. (I think like yours I guess) I never heard of them so I don’t know.
Then he talked to me about his life and how he learned how to own faggots. He said he was always attracted to white boys but only had females sexually until he was 19 and got arrested with some friends carjacking and having pot on him. He said that while he was serving time in jail he learned how to use faggots. King Karter considers himself Bisexual. And sometimes had girlfriends but he has been more and more recently into white boy faggots. He said he only uses white boys faggots because he believes they need to pay restation for what they did to his ancestors. He said, “They raped us and used us and made us their slaves and now I do it to their children.” I did tell him I had family on my dad’s side who lived in the South and fought in the Confederate in the Civil War. He seemed to like that and laughed. I also told him I have family that are big right-wingers, and who are huge Trumpers and MAGA, and even some I think although I’m not sure are in the Proud Boys, I told him I wasn’t sure, but he liked learning about that I guess and smiled.
He then told me all of my duties if he took me as his faggot. Cooking and cleaning the apartment. That I must wear a cock cage at all times. He said he finds faggots being hard around him offensive and I do not have the right to have a hard dick. He said even when I’m doing chores such as laundry I would still have to wear one. I told him I understood but I said I had never put one on. He said I would get used to wearing it.
He also told me I was not allowed under any circumstances to have sex with anyone else without his knowledge or permission. And only with clients. I need to be tested for any STDs at least 2 times a month and must be on Prep(which I was) and Doxypep (which I wasn’t but now I am)
He also, said that he owned 4 other faggots, and he only uses numbers. He said faggots do not deserve names. He said the one I know as Alan he is #3, #1 was a faggot he met on Grinder after he came out of prison and has been the longest one he has owned. #2 and #4 are older men he met online who live in other parts of the country he does Zoom calls with them and uses them mostly as findom, but has met them a few times, and a few times they have come out here to serve him. He said he had had another #5 a few years ago but that one was kicked out because he did not want to get sold, he resisted a lot of the work and mostly only wanted sex. King Karter said if you serve me it’s more than just sex with me. So he kicked him out. King Karter said if I want to be owned by him I must be willing to do everything, including choices, sex, and dates. (with others). I said I was willing. He also said he makes all his fags get addicted to poppers. He said this is important as it makes the faggot brian weaker, more willing to be used. More willing to be molded. He said it would take my inhibitions and nervousness away and let me (him) own your mind easier for you and faster for me. I did say I had never done them but was willing to use them if there were no side effects he said no just getting high for a few minutes and it will help you when I fuck you.
I have a question for you, does your cock really get smaller, and how much and how fast. I have a 7.5 uncut, and I know you use cadges. How much smaller will mine get if I use it regularly?
Then he had me write down 3 lists of things, I want or have done sexually, things I might want to try, and things that I would rather not do. I would have put down piss under things that I would rather not do, but Alan said he was into that so I put it down under what I want to try to show that I want to be a better faggot and want to learn. We went through the list King Kater said that almost all of the things on the might want to try will be done to you like being gangbanged, and pumped out (which I was still nervous about but I only put it down the maybe list because I know that was one thing Alan said that would defiantly happen.) And King Karter said he wants me to try to think of being more open to some of the things on the do-not list. Some of them he agreed like blood and cutting he said will never be done. He said a few of them like Scat he was not into, but some of the clients might and you will have to do whatever they want. You are not there for your pleasure you are there for theirs. I told him I would try, and he laughed and said “You will do it, not try, but I will help you and train you first and have you get used to it before I would send you to someone that really wants to do it.” That did make me feel a little better about it. Another thing on the not list was taking pictures like nudes or videos, he said he would be ok with it but again he would like to to push your boundaries. I said, “I was just afraid of future jobs and losing them.” he said he understood but said we can work around it like using masks, or not showing our face, but we will talk about that later.
The next thing he had me do was to strip. He said he wanted to see what I was working with. I was already hard, basically as I was just walking up to the apartment, and was nervous I tried to hide it but he said “He would let it go this one time because this was the first interview, but after this he sees my hard fag prick again without a cadge he would have to beat me.” I just nodded and said, “Yes sir,” there was a cock cage sitting on the coffee table and to told me to turn around and put it on so he did have to see it (I think my dick). It actually took me a while to do both because I had to figure it out and how to put it on. And because I had to push my hard dick into it, I had to think of girls and boobs to get it to go down enough. Finally, I got it in when I turned around he didn’t seem annoyed though as it took a while I think.
Any tips on how to put it on faster and easier?
He had me bring out a huge laundry basket from the bedroom closet. And he had 2 new popper bottles on the table. King Karter had me dump all his dirty laundry on the ground, it was all dirty gym clothes and underwear. And I had to separate them in colors and whites. But every time I picked up an article of clothing I had to take a huge sniff of it, and breathe it in for a long time, and hold it. Then put it in either white or colors. After I pulled one peace out and sniffed it I would have to put one of the bottles under my nose and he said I would sniff (hit) the poppers. And I had to alternate if it was white I had to hit Amsterdam and if it was a color I had to hit Blue Boy. I went back and forth, from one to the other, all the time he was just sitting there watchin. He pulled off his shorts and was wearing a jockstrap, I could see the HUGE!!! Outline of his cock. It made me so weak. My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I think it was from the poppers but as I was so excited!! I was getting dizzy really fast. I was finally done. Then I had to put the colors in the washing machine. At this point I was feeling so weak I would let him do everything I could tell that he was right about the poppers, It was amazing. I was not nervous or anything and all I wanted to do was to please him.
Then he had me get on my knees in between his thick thighs. I thought “Yes I’m goin to suck that huge thick dick!!” My mouth was so wet and all I could do was stare at it. He said to go down and smell him. he said NO TOUNGE, NO LIPS! JUST SNIFF, You Got that Faggot?!
I nodded, I was sniffing him up and, and down, he would push my head into the side of his balls. Then after a few minutes, he would make me sniff more poppers. Then go back down. And smell him again, Then more poppers, then just more sniffing it was driving me so crazy being so close to this dick on the outside in his jock. I really really had to fight myself not to stick out my tongue but I wanted to show I could follow orders. At this point, I was like so Fuckin High, I never had felt like this even when I smoked pot. He would alternate between Amsterdame and Blue Boy. A few times he would put both under my nose. Then he would look at me and have me look up at him make me say I was a faggot, I want big N**ger Cock, and make me beg, then would have me sniff again. He would pull my hair and make my nose go up and down the shaft, in his jock I thought I would go insane.
Finally, a buzzer went off it was the laundry, I had to change it and put the colors in the dryer and the whites in. Then I came back, and he did the same thing only now he would slap me on the back of the head sometimes if I wasn’t sniffing hard enough or if he thought he felt my tongue, which would sometimes slip out a few times. He also made me do two bottles at once and sometimes in the mouth.
He had me make big sniffs of his ass crack and only took out his balls so I can sniff them. I would inhale a big popper sniff then hold it and exhale hard and then he would shove my head and face down under him, on his balls, his taint, his ass hole. I was so dizzy! 🙂 Then the buzzer went off again!
It was like I lost so much time. Because I know the cycle was like for 45 minutes plus an extra rinse cycle. But to me it felt like only 10-15 minutes, Dose poppers make you lose track of time?
It took me a while cause it was hard to stand up. Then I unloaded the dryer and loaded the whites in the dryer, and he had me fold the Darks into piles. He then asked me if I want to suck this big N*ger cock, I said yes please, he asked me again and at this point, I was begging, and he was stroking it in his jock, “Clean up your mess first and I’ll think about it.” He pointed to the carpet, I had a huge, huge wet spot under me from all my precum. I didn’t know you could precum like that, especially with a cage on. The cage felt so awkward like my dick was pushing inside me. Felt so weird, not like a bad weird, but just weird. I started to get up and get a paper towel but he Yelled at me, “No Faggot SUCK IT UP!” “First give me your phone!”
King Karter said my homework was to watch at least one, if not all 3 every single day. And follow the instructions. That this will help better train my faggot mind. He gave me the two popper bottles. He also told me to get a big black dildo if I didn’t have one already and use it on myself each time, and I must clean it off, Pull it out of my cunt and clean it with my mouth and shove it back in and keep doing it over and over, he wanted me to love the taste of my cunt on N*ger cock. I just nodded, At this point, I was so horny and wanted to do anything to take that cock in my mouth! But he didn’t let me suck him. He just said, Ok get dressed put your cage on the table before you leave.
I was so shocked I thought I was going to suck him off and he just walked out of the room. I felt I must have fucked up somehow like I did something wrong. I was almost about to start crying, and I don’t cry like almost ever. It was like he punched me in the gut. So I slowly got dressed and left. Putting the cage on the table, I was still rock hard and dripping, and I left.
It takes me about 45- 1 hr to drive from his place to the dorm and the whole ride back I was thinking I did something wrong what did I do? Hoping I did not fuck it up… I was killing myself. As soon as I got back to my dorm I texted Alan,#3, and see if I really fucked up and asked if I could make it up. He was at work so he couldn’t talk but later that evening we talked on the phone, I had to go outside because my roommate was there. #3 said I didn’t fuck it up. He said I was great, and that King Karter did the same thing just not as intense with him. He said he didn’t get to suck his cock until a few weeks later after he had started working for him. #3 also said King Karter wants to make sure you are not just in for the sex but everything else. And that this was a way to help condition my mind to serve him and his friends. This is what he does to test you and help train you. #3 also said I had to follow the instructions. Use the popper trainers every day. (which is hard in a Dorm, but I have done it a few times in my car, or I have to wait until my roommate is at class or out for the night) That I need to practice Ass to Mouth (even though I was not really into that) all the time now because he loves that shit.
Very powerful stuff! I especially loved the very clever use of the washer/dryer as a timing and task element to this initial meeting! It allows King Karter to gauge Ethan’s reaction time and attentiveness to detail!
As far as the pimping of faggots to Alpha friends, this seems to be more prevalent among black Alphas than white Alphas for whatever reason. I have never been fully owned by a black Alpha, so I was never pimped out this way. I know Ethan was a little rattled by that aspect, but it didn’t surprise me.
I’m just so proud of my brave young brother! I’m looking forward to seeing how his eye-opening new opportunity for service will develop!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Last week we were introduced to a faggot named Matt and the brutal, violent Alpha who owns him, Master Connor. Matt told me about how Master Connor would beat him before breeding him aggressively, something that alarmed me quite a bit.
Matt decided to continue serving Master Connor, which I can understand to some degree. Matt was newly in chastity for Master Connor, but he asked me if I thought he should offer his Master the keys to his chastity, thereby completely surrendering control over his body to a Master whose temper seems to turn on a dime.
I told Matt he should offer Master Connor the keys in order to demonstrate real submission and trust. Matt did that, and this was the result:
So today was the day I handed over the keys to my clit to Master Connor. I wasn’t sure how he would react. I came over before his kickboxing session and offered them to him saying it only felt right for him to hold that power over a faggot in service like me.
His reaction? Laughter. He let me know just how pathetic one must be to not only wear a clit cage but to essentially beg a Man like himself to keep the keys. But after ridiculing me, he said it was the right thing to do.
He then told me how he felt about my clit. Said it was annoying and disgusting to see it sticking out in my panties when I was serving and he was using me. He asked if I thought I deserved to even have a dick – as limp and useless as it is.
I, of course, agreed with his assessment and said how embarrassing it was to have something that even attempted to emulate the strength and power of a true Man.
I suggested that I could get a smaller and smaller cage the longer I stayed locked and make it less and less noticeable. He nodded then told me to drop my panties!
I’ve never intentionally exposed myself to him in that way and he’s never demanded it (or wanted it). He looked down for a few seconds and then stared into my eyes saying “when I get back, you’ll tell me how small it can get – how much it can disappear – because I never want to see that excuse for a dick sticking out like that ever again.”
With that, he walked out with the keys to my cage still in hand and I was left naked with my mind racing about how to address his demands.
I’ve definitely explored smaller cages and have even downsized a couple of times. But I’m already down to the small size – only two away from a nub/flat cage.
After getting the meal prepped and baking in the oven, I decided to pull up the smaller options and have them ready for when Master Connor returned.
Like last time, he came back drenched in sweat. I was immediately in heat. I wanted to lick every drop from his body and then some. He stared at me as I kneeled admiring all of his glory. Then I looked up and our eyes locked. He grabbed my head and buried my face into his crotch just holding me there for a minute. I kept taking deep breaths of his God scent. Feeling his thick dick and heavy balls pressed against my drooling mouth as I lost all sense of the world around me.
He yanked my head back. Spit in my face. And then said “how small do YOU want it to be?”
I was totally caught off guard. At first I didn’t understand why he’d want me to have an opinion instead of telling me what he wanted – expected – demanded. But then I realized he wanted me to know what he wanted and expected and to demand it of myself.
Meekly, I replied “as small as it can get Sir.”
He nodded as if in thought. Then simply said “then do it faggot.”
I just suggested to and agreed to cram my nub into something so tiny that I wasn’t sure if it was even possible. But I somehow wanted it too even if it hurt. For HIM.
Before I could even fully process that next step, he was taking off his shorts and trunks. I was so excited to choke on his cock. But instead I began gagging on his sweat-soaked trunks as he shoved them into my mouth.
Then, over the counter I went. A fast blistering to my ass that was intense but left me whimpering through his salty, musky underwear in my mouth with no time to cry out. With only a little spit, he drove his thick dick deep into my pussy. Wow. I’ve never felt such a raw power and dominance. It definitively hurt but only physically. In every other way it felt totally right.
As he bred me with incredible aggression, he spoke to me. The words he said would be vile to anyone with any dignity but, for me, affirmed my position as HIS faggot and it brought me peace, almost bliss – even as I knew my cunt would hurt so badly the next day. I didn’t care in that moment. I knew this was right and I got lost in his rut – drooling and babbling mindlessly through his underwear stuffed in my mouth.
When he finally shot his Alpha load deep in my guts, I was completely transported to a different state of being. I was shaking and shivering. He had barely taken the soaked trunks out of my mouth before I was instinctively cleaning his cock in total worship. He let out a hot, large stream of piss and I choked it down faster than I’ve ever had to before.
About that time, the timer went off. He threw the trunks at me and said “sniff those as much as you want faggot. Just order me new ones when you order your tiny little cage you fucking cocksucker.” And with that, no recovery time today. Just dismissal with orders and a souvenir that will forever imprint me.
About to order the smallest cage available from Kink3D. And then it’s to ordering him new underwear as I sniff the pair I will forever worship.
I think it’s clear that not all hyper-aggressive and borderline violent Alphas are detrimental to faggots. Quite the opposite! Master Connor is banging Matt into shape, crafting him with hammer-blows into a faggot useful for his level of Alpha rage!
This experience shows Master Connor’s innate understanding of the power of his scented sweat on the mind of a faggot. It also shows how well Master Connor unapologetically embraces the enormity of his Alphahood and the rights that affords him. He knows it’s him right to borderline-rape his faggot and then forcibly make the faggot swallow his piss without warning. Some Alphas just get it.
I’m very proud of my brother Matt for being flexible and allowing his Master to guide his descension into perpetual subspace. He may not have many other choices, but he’s honestly trying to fulfill Master Connor’s demands. It’s pretty clear that perpetual subspace has taken over Matt’s mind thanks to Master Connor’s scented underwear and the frequent violent breedings!
Behind all of the violence and rage, I sense that Master Connor has purpose behind his actions. I’m probably as eager as Matt to find out what that full purpose looks like!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Some time ago I received a letter in my “Questions From Readers” inbox from a faggot named Matt. You can read that by CLICKING HERE. In the letter, Matt described some particularly brutal spankings/beatings from his Master, Connor. These abuse sessions would leave Matt in tears and great pain, and then Master Connor would fuck him brutally and breed him.
I was somewhat alarmed by what I heard, although it’s far from the worst abuse I’ve heard of at the hands of sadistic Masters. I also know that some Alphas need the physical violence to get them amped up to fuck (like the way a cage fighter might warm up before a match). I felt like Matt received enough pleasure from the experience to advise him to remain in the situation and give his Master more time.
Boy, I’m glad I told him that!
Today I received an update from Matt that really stunned me. I’m not even going to waste time talking about it. Here’s Matt’s follow-up:
Hi sam!
Thank you for your response and recommending that I stick with it to see if the dynamic improves.
I thought about ways to help with his aggression and anger and came up with an idea. He lives walking distance from a kickboxing facility and I called to see what classes or one-on-one training would cost. I bit the bullet and gifted my Alpha two weekly sessions as a way to unleash his violence in a more constructive way. He was, to my surprise, quite pleased with the offer.
Yesterday was his first session. He had me come over right before to start prepping dinner while he was at the gym. Before he left, I was in the kitchen, just wearing my lace panties to cover my caged clit when he came up behind me and started spanking me. Hard. But not anything like he had been. Just enough to put me in my place and give me a reminder of his dominance before leaving me to cook. I was so anxious about how his session would go and what he’d be like upon his return.
About an hour later, he came in drenched in sweat. I guess he didn’t bother with the showers there as he lives so close by. What happened next was AMAZING.
Without words, he grabbed me by the hair and had me on my knees burying my face in his ass. At first through his gym shorts but quickly face first into his bare beautiful, muscular ass. It was clear he wanted a tongue bath – telling me to “make out with my asshole like a good faggot”. Gladly!
Just as I was getting as deep as possible with my tongue, he roughly grabbed my head and turned to have me gagging on his incredible cock. It was a very aggressive face fucking but I almost didn’t notice how hard he was pumping because I was so high on the scents and pheromones coming out of his sweaty God body.
I knew he’d likely finish his rut with an assault on my pussy. Which he did. A little spanking involved but, again, much less violent than before. It didn’t take long for him to fully breed my pussy and he collapsed on the sofa next to me. Total bliss. This time just a few tears from me but of JOY! I was so satisfied with my service and his different approach to using me after the workout I had paid for.
But it got better! As I was laying on his chest still glowing from the experience, he actually started fingering my sore pussy as he stared directly into my eyes. I was so confused. Why would he do this? My clit is caged and my service to him alone is enough. Then he began to put those same fingers into my mouth to tongue bathe. He was feeding me his massive load directly from my gaping pussy! He repeated this multiple times to the point that I finally whimpered that I was close to squirting. He played with my pussy a little more but didn’t build to the point of me squirting. I wanted to warn him as I didn’t think he’d want my fag fluid on his sofa or hand. I think I was right!
He then took me to the shower where he had me soap and cleanse his body. He pissed on me and down my throat before getting dried off and in lounge clothes. He had me get the meal reheated and dismissed me as he began watching TV and eating the food I proudly made for him while he was away. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so perfect in a moment as a faggot.
It has been such an amazing weekend! I hope our dynamic continues in this direction! More intimate, less violent but still very distinctly built on the natural hierarchy.
What a stunning departure for Master Connor! I told Matt that I felt like Master Connor was becoming more focused with the use of his power, and he agreed. This is part of what I often call “Alpha Ascension”, when an Alpha becomes more powerful and also embraces that power in meaningful ways that transforms and elevates everything in his life.
This experience only confirms that Master Connor wants complete ownership of Matt. Master Connor is elevating, becoming more than just an Alpha. Any Alpha can spank or hit or punch a faggot. But an elevated Alpha, a Master, wants to imprint his ownership on a faggot’s heart and mind.
That’s what Master Connor is becoming. I’m so glad Matt stayed to witness it firsthand!
Master Max (@mastermaxworld) might be one of the most voraciously-worshiped Alphas in the entire world. Faggots everywhere are IN LOVE with every little detail of both his body AND his heart. He’s playful, sexy, sincere, dominant, and always in command. Even though he indulges his faggots’ desperate needs, his needs always come first.
Here he is literally being devoured by three lusty faggots. Everything about him is consumed on a daily basis. It’s made him rich, well-traveled, and famous.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Easily one of the most magnetic Alphas I’ve ever met on this site, Master Mike dramatically revealed himself after his faggot Benjamin had written several effusive letters about him. Since then, I’ve had the distinct pleasure of conversing with him and coming to comprehend the true power and depth of understanding he has. It’s awe-inspiring.
God Alphas like Master Mike invest time in the mentorship of their Alpha Packs as much as they do in the development and training of their faggots. Having spent his life playing sports, Master Mike is keenly aware of the Alpha Pack dynamic and how it helps develop each Alpha into elite competitors.
In my last post about Master Mike showing off his faggot to his Alpha brothers, I mused that his Alpha brothers would probably want faggots of their own. Well, guess what …
You were right about the other team mates wanting in on owning faggots. The whole team has been talking about it in the locker rooms this last week. A lot of questions about how it happened and what I have Benji do for me. Two of the guys have asked for advice on how they might get their own. You were also right about the one who was a bit of a problem at mine. He was trying to spread the rumour that I was a gay pervert and Benji was my bf. Noone believed him of course but I had to have a word with him in private. He has stopped running his mouth and his lip has already healed up. So it looks like I might end up with a pack of Alphas after all. I have also expanded Benji’s duties a little more. Until now it has been a rota with each of us doing team laundry in turn. Worked out about 2 or 3 times a year with each person. That usually meant their girlfriend/wife or the boyfriend of the one gay guy on the team. 24 guys, each having 2 jerseys 2 pairs of shorts and 2 pairs of socks a week plus towels. I thought I would be considerate. Noone ever wants to do them and the women tend to moan and whine and definitely don’t put out when it is their turn. So I have made a deal with everyone. £5 a week each and Benji will sort it all. Every single one of them has signed up. Benji will wash the clothes and dry them. He is also ironing every item including the socks. He is thanking me for the privilege. And I am getting paid £120 a week for him to do so. That is £480 a month which is almost half my child support payment! If I had known just how good life could be with Benji as my fagpet I would have forced him into submission years ago.
I have been thinking about marks of ownership and customization and I think I have settled on a couple I might get over the next year. The first is a necklace like the one you sent in that post. Next is a tattoo. I think on his shoulder blade/back of my bite mark and have “Property of Master Mike” underneath. The last is a tongue piercing though I am not completely sold on it. Think it might be nice to feel while he worships my feet. The only thing I am certain on is he will be customized and it will be my choice what he gets. He has spent every night of the last week voluntarily at mine. He must be fully addicted to my power and desperate to serve.
So awesome to hear!
However, there was a rugby party featuring Master Mike and his Alpha Pack being served steaks by Benjamin. So I inquired about it, and found out a lot more.
The party was part of the rugby day. It went very well actually. Perfect medium rare on each steak. I can definitely understand wanting in after that. Especially for the single guy who attended. Not that he will be single for long knowing him. Benji is thrilled with his new job as team laundry maid. We have already begun scent training with my workout jocks. My plan is to get him to a point where he can pick out my smell from a lineup blindfolded. To help with this I have told the team not to worry too much if their workout/training/match underwear ends up in the laundry bags. Some of the bitches used to complain if it happened as if it was deliberate. But for Benji it will be a teaching tool. All Alphas have a smell but some are far stronger better and more intoxicating. As with everything else Benji has been very quick to please. Fastest turnaround on team uniforms I can remember and he fucking thanked me for it. He doesn’t even care that I am keeping all the money for his services. He is just happy doing any job I give him. The gay guy smis definitely not in an Alpha/faggot thing. Matt and Joel have been married 2 years and are a great couple. That said he was very unsurprised about Benji. They knew each other and apparently it is quite common for “sub gay bottoms”? I think Matt is the top (is that the right word?) and Joel handles most of the household stuff. But it is not the same as Benji. Come to think of it I might ask Matt about using guys for sex. He probably has the best insight for me and tips on how not to injure someone. Of course I thought of you.
Your work has massively changed my life for the better. It even has me reclassifying my sexuality. I am definitely physically attracted to women and not men. But the thing which turns me on more than any strip show or porn is completely dominating someone. I get chubbed up when I tackle someone in rugby and pin them to the ground. I am fucking rock hard when I give Benji an order and hear that automatic response of “Yes Master” and watch him do whatever task I have set. I was leaking the entire time Benji was exposing and humiliating himself infront of my teammates. I an sexually aroused by control and it doesn’t matter who of. I will dominate everyone around me. I will fuck anyone around me. And I will get off doing it. And thanks to you I have a fag who is front and centre to catch every last inch and drop. I also want to have a voice on your website who is advocating for a less abusive form of ownership. A lot of your straight Alphas seem unnecessarily harsh. And honestly I think they don’t realise that a faggot who feels more secure in ownership and more like a pet will provide much better service.
I was very touched by Master Mike’s gracious compliment about my influence on his rapidly-improving life. But more fascinating to me was Master Mike’s thoughtful insights into his own sexual needs. Personally, I don’t think he needs to reclassify his sexuality just because he enjoys pumping Benjamin full of cum. He will always be beyond the labels of common males.
But then Master Mike opened up an intriguing training exercise that really excited me:
I am very happy to weed out certain individuals. Definitely regret giving one of them a chance but that’s in the past. I am sure Benji will do well with my scent. The last week has seen him revising using the socks from our training session. I am going to build up so that he is able to identify me no matter how many people are around. It is going to be a bit of a party trick for him. I did also wake up a couple of days ago and found him curled up on his bed in the kitchen with a pair of boxers I wore to work. His little fag clit was straining so hard in it’s cage but he was sleeping so peacefully. It is odd to imagine being willing to lock away your cock but I guess that is one of the things which separates Men and fags. The next time he cums will be from me fucking my fags holes. I definitely can imagine how the gagging and drooling will put me in a full rutting mood. I mainly want to know from Matt how to avoid damage. Benji is less use to me if I have to take him to the vets or he has some form of injury. I know for a fact he is going to enjoy whatever I do to him. He has never been very promiscuous and I think it has been over a year since he was fucked. I will ready your post at some point. Got a date tonight I need to prepare for. You think I should take her back to mine and fuck her where Benji can hear? Or go to hers and slip out once I’m done?
I love this scent training exercise Master Mike has devised! Straight Alphas are often quite surprised by the ability of faggots to be trained so accurately on their Alpha’s scent, and I have no doubt Benji will pass this test even with the scents of the entire rugby team in this nose.
I think it’s clear just how clever and playful Master Mike is. He reminds me of some of my best Masters and some of the more powerful Alphas that have graced this site. It’s such a joy to be able to be used by him as a sounding board and advisor, even though he needs nothing from me.
But that is the measure of a God Alpha: how he builds his Alpha Pack and how he treats inferiors!
Hi Sam, my name is Jerome, I’m 19, and I’m from France. I think I am straight but I might be bi because I find femboys really attractive. Since I was 13 I have been attracted to girls. I kissed for the first time when I was 14 and lost my virginity with a girl when I was 16. But last year I started watching femboy porn from a website called Heteroflexible and I can’t stop thinking on how hot and submissive they are. I found your website in January and no need to say that I’ve been jerking off everyday to the videos and stories of submissive faggots.
But I wanna ask your opinion about something else. I have a twin sister who I have always loved and protected with my life, we’re very close to each other. She has been a ballet dancer for 15 years now, so most of her friends are from ballet. And so, our house is always full of gorgeous girls training their steps and a handful of sexy femboys showing their legs and asses while they dance.
She has three really close “male” friends who are always in our house practicing with her. Sometimes they call me to help carry their boxes and suitcases with the costumes of their shows. Last December, one of this guys asked me to help him and while I was carrying his heavy suitcase full of ballet costumes he said that their ballet group only had “the girls and 3 bottoms”, so they were lucky to have me, a real man, around. Then he started to text me more and more and send me videos of him dancing. Here in France ballet is a serious thing so, although I’m not into it, I recognize the amount of effort and energy they put to achieve their goals. Long story short, after sending me his videos for two weeks, I thought it was about time to give the boy what he really wanted, so I asked him if he wanted to hang out after their concert. They performed the Nutcracker and, after the show, he gave me the best blowjob I have ever received in my life. Since then, I have been fucking him at least twice a week. He’s a perfect femboy wearing makeup and very girly clothes.
My question for you is: the other two guys who dance with my sister are also very girly and attractive. I really wanna try their mouths and asses as well, but I love my sister and I know how important this dance company is to her, so I wanna do it in a subtle way. In other words, based on your experience with young fags, do you think they would get jealous and cause a crisis if I try to fuck all of them, or maybe will they get excited and want to serve me together? (that would be a dream coming true). I know it is hard to say since you don’t know them, but they are three fags between 19 and 21 years old, very attractive and sexy. I’m pretty sure I can fuck all of them if I try to approach them, but I don’t know if I could keep a secret from one another. Am I an asshole for thinking like that, or is it normal to want to have three fags for me?
Thanks!
Thank you so much for writing to me, Sir!
I want to start off by congratulating you on embracing your Alphahood and your power at such a young age! Many straight Alphas hold back from expressing the full strength of their desire for power and dominance for fear of being judged as doing something “wrong”. As you’re discovering, YOU are the one who leads, and everyone else obeys. You’re too superior to ever worry about what lesser people think or expect of you!
I’d also like to commend you for taking ownership of your first faggot, Sir! What an exciting new world of dominance you opened up the moment you shoved your dick into that faggot’s throat and pumped your cum into it! I’m sure it was incredibly exciting to discover that owning and using a faggot that way didn’t change who you are at all, other than the power you felt within!
So let’s deal with the first issue: your sister. I doubt very seriously that you’ll need to worry about the faggots causing a problem or ruining your sister’s dance troupe. These three faggots want to succeed and do well in this performance, so whatever “drama” that might result shouldn’t spill over into the dance. This is particularly true if you do your part to firmly take control of these faggots, Sir.
As for whether you should fuck and breed the other two faggots, I think you answered your own question when you said “(that would be a dream coming true)”. You WANT to own them and fuck them, Sir, SO THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU SHOULD DO. Alphas are the gods of our world, and they deserve nothing less than anything they want!
I have something of an opinion about how you can go about this, Sir. I suggest that you hurry and take ownership of the other two by breeding them. Then, you collect the three of them and put all three of them on their knees as you stand over them. Then you tell them what is happening: that you intend to own all three of them as your personal faggots. Make it clear to them that they are faggot brothers serving you together, and you expect them to cooperate. MAKE THEM AGREE TO THOSE TERMS. Then do some call/response with each of them, demanding that they tell you what they are (“a faggot, Sir”) followed by you telling it “Good Boy”. After that is completed, tell them to worship you together, making them kiss your feet and bulge, and scent training on your crotch and armpits.
Then I think you should put all three of them in chastity, Sir. This will keep them in line and totally horny to serve you. The best way to cage a faggot (in my opinion) is to make it a ceremony so that it is special to the faggot and leaves an impression. You can lock them yourself (recommended) or supervise them self-locking.
These are my suggestions, Sir. I hope they please you and give you some inspiration!
Just always keep in mind that nature made you superior, and you are merely fulfilling that promise. And by owning and using these faggots (same with females), you help them find fulfillment as well in their submission to you!
Again, I thank you so much for writing to me, Sir! Such an honor! If you want, you can write to me directly at hi*****************@***il.com!
I’ve never been a huge proponent of online findom for a variety of reasons, but my main objection is this: it weakens Hierarchy by encouraging lazy, selfish faggot behavior while elevating unworthy dumbfucks to the rank of Alpha simply for being attractive or cartoonishly “dominant”.
Now, the faggot nonsense I can brush aside (after all, life will be a harsh Master in the long run), but these fake “Masters” of findom really offended me. You see, I’ve been fortunate in my faggot career to have been owned in real life by some of the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. I know true Alphahood when I see it not only I’ve served them, but also because I have a deep appreciation for Hierarchical truth. And lemme tell you, Alphas aren’t defined by the number of feet pics they post online.
Having said that, I can confidently tell you that Master Virgo (@KingVir919404 on X) is one of the purest straight God Alphas in all of online findom.
I met him around 2021 and was instantly captivated by his chilly, casual demeanor. I was also excited to find out he owned live-in faggots despite being resolutely heterosexual. His early interactions with me were curt and dismissive, as if he was a movie star who couldn’t be bothered. Then one evening I was speaking with one of his live-in faggots in a Twitter Space when Master Virgo arrived home and began barking orders to his faggots, and I could sense his gigantic presence over the phone!
Another thing you quickly come to understand about Master Virgo is that he’s an Alpha who lives a high-class lifestyle bedazzled with luxury items and experiences. He associates with the wealthy and well-connected. You might catch him in exclusive clubs, or on a private beach at an expensive resort, or making a splash at The Met Ball. He smokes the best cigars, fucks supermodels, and drinks from the top shelf. He uses cash to light his smokes. Here are a few pics to give you a taste of his everyday life:
All of this lavish lifestyle is provided by Master Virgo’s large, solvent stable of owned faggots.
In fact, it’s the quality of Master Virgo’s faggots that best defines his actual power. His faggots are loyal and extremely submissive in their service to him despite the fact that Master Virgo will never give them anything sexual or romantic.
I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with one of Master Virgo’s favorite possessions, a faggot named Tyrell (@joyofsubmission on X). I asked this faggot if he might write about his experience as one of Master Virgo’s favorite owned faggots, and he wrote this:
I would like to start out by saying I’m not some self-hating, low-hanging fruit that would’ve served just any pair feet with a middle finger. I’m an educated professional. Decent looking, sociable, with friends and family that love and respect me. I say this not to elevate myself in anyway from any of my brothers in servitude (I am absolutely, an owned, domesticated and completely subjugated faggot to a real man after all), but to highlight just how powerful my Master is. He is my King, my Daddy, my owner, my guiding light, and my purpose. I am happy to share how He came to claim what was always His.
It all started with photo on twitter. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in a true-to-this Alpha male’s case, worth $o much more. I’ve always felt that aching need to submit to a real man and like so many faggots before me, chased that feeling into Findom. However, I had grown bored with the temporary, transactional sensations and had deleted my Findom twitter and resigned myself to move on, unsatisfied. That is until the hand of fate brought a photo of who would become my Master across my vanilla twitter timeline through a mutual’s displayed likes no less.
I was completely entranced! The style, the poise, the confidence. I had to know more, and proceeded to do a deep dive down his timeline, greedily absorbing all I could. Before I knew it, I found myself creating another account. Sending a message, and of course out of respect, including a screenshot of my first tribute in over a year. He took his time responding which was a response in and of itself. I waited on pins and needles, and was thrilled to be acknowledged by this Man. I continued to send more tributes, and eagerly answered any and all questions He had for me over time. In his wisdom and prescience, knowing what I had only yet begun to learn, he eventually invited me to treat him to lunch as I had recently moved to His city. He set a date and chose a location. I was unquestionably excited, but like many faggots in denial I thought to myself – “sure, I’ll meet him. Most of these doms aren’t the real deal and I’m sure I’ll see that up close and personal. I’ll just get it out of my system and dispel the illusion.”
The day finally came and I couldn’t have been more wrong. From jump he provided instruction- telling me how to dress for the occasion. Where to park and await his arrival, opening his door (I’ve since been trained to always open every door for him when in His presence). I didn’t realize it but I was already being trained for the role he had prepared for me. As He stepped out of His vehicle and I looked up at Him, every question I had about His authenticity was obliterated. My knees buckled, and the only thing keeping me standing was that He had not yet given me permission to kneel. When He finally did it was a relief and a confirmation all in one.
Throughout the course of the meal and the conversation I was so taken aback by how multi-dimensional He was. He was charming, charismatic and smooth. He was witty, thoughtful, even courteous, but always in control. He spoke to me with a familiarity that I grew increasingly desperate to earn. By the time He asked me what I wanted (already knowing the answer) I could hardly recognize myself as my lips parted and the most honest thing I had ever said escaped them – “I want to be Your bitch.” I repeated myself as he looked on expectantly and grew practically hysterical. I had lost all composure. There was no more playing it cool. My statement turned into a plea. There I was in a public restaurant, palms open and begging Him to make me His bitch. I had never been so vulnerable in my entire life.
“We’ll see”. Was His response with a cocky, self-sure smile. I knew He had already seen, but would make me earn it nonetheless.
The rest is history. I would continue to drive to Him on my days off when requested. He quickly established that my time was His and I offered no resistance. Each task a lesson. Each instruction a line of code in my programming as He continued to shape me in the ways He saw fit. He broke me in good and thorough with physical discipline of course. Took me to the pet store to pick out my own collar and leash. A dog bowl to eat and drink out of when instructed. He made sure to instill respect and obedience in me as second nature, but also stimulated me intellectually, and spiritually. We’d have conversations about music, and politics and life. He’d teach me things and listen acutely as I shared my passions as well.
From picking up His drycleaning to chaperoning His dates with women as chauffer and wallet, being a sounding board for His business, he continued to find uses for me and grant me opportunities to serve. My love, admiration, and respect for King Virgo only continued to bloom and I have not stopped sinking since. He has taught me the most valuable trait for any faggot, perhaps any person, to have – Gratitude. Three years later and it has seen me through every stage of his total domination. When I am given a foot to kiss or massage after long day, I am grateful. When I am given soiled clothes to wash, I am grateful. When I am given an opportunity to prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, I am grateful. When I am given His piss to drink, I am grateful. When I am given a meal to cover, a bill to pay, an item to order, I am grateful.
I am grateful because I am HIS. And with that, comes a deep commitment to being the best version of myself because that is what He deserves. I strive to advance my career, my skills, and my aptitude all to protect his investment in me as his property and make good on the potential He sees in me. He’s the greatest man I have ever known. He has my complete and unconditional surrender. There’s little doubt in my mind that I will belong to Him for the rest of my life. And for that certainty, that clarity of purpose so few in this world achieve, I am grateful.
INCREDIBLE!
Speaking as a faggot who has some adjunct, distant-orbit history with Master Virgo, there is so much in this faggot’s adoring testimonial that rings absolutely true. For example, in this we experience His exacting dominance and precise expectations. You see, Master Virgo operates at a very high level, and he expects everyone he allows into his orbit – his women, his associations, his faggots – to elevate and perform at his elite expectations. You can hear that is this faggot’s words.
Now, many faggots fail and fall away under Master Virgo’s withering and relentless demands, but that’s okay. They simply shouldn’t be serving him. He will always have faggots desiring a place kneeling on the ground at his feet. What Master Virgo is doing is training his faggots, shaping them and disciplining them so that they become the best version of themselves.
I think of Master Virgo like a drill sergeant in the military. Nobody likes the drill sergeant at first as he screams in their face and abuses them, forcing them to push their bodies and minds past the breaking point. But what happens after that? The soldiers improve, becoming focused and sharpened to a fine point. By the end of it, they are grateful to the drill sergeant for making them an elite fighting force.
So it is with Master Virgo and his tight stable of elite faggots. He has fashioned and honed his faggots into the best possible versions of themselves, because they represent him and reflect on his great name.
And that view to purposeful training leads to something absolutely wonderful in his personal faggots: self-respect. You can hear that self-respect in the testimony above. Master Virgo values his faggot properties just the way he values the expensive watches, cigars, homes, cars, etc., that decorate and enrich his life. His faggots are buffed to a high shine and made to sparkle in every effort they expend in serving him. Every door opening becomes a chance to experience elite purpose, elevating the faggot and giving it meaning.
To that end, look at the collage Master Virgo created of pics he’s taken with his faggot. How many Masters would take the time to craft a loving emblem of his faithful faggot’s service?
The end result of such rigorous training and elevating is something Tyrell focuses on heavily at the end of his letter: GRATITUDE. He rightly recognizes that, as a faggot, he would’ve been nothing without Master Virgo. He would’ve been lost amongst the rabble, being used and tossed aside or worse, abused and damaged beyond repair.
But Master Virgo looked down upon him and his stable mates and saw potential in them. He gave them purpose in his service, and gave them meaning. And, like any withered plant that is watered and cultivated by a skilled gardener, his faggots have come to life and flourished under his care.
I love this video clip. Watch it first:
Some might see Master Virgo casually dribbling spit on his faggot and recoil. However, I see a faggot at peace, allowed to rest its head on its Master’s leg and watch him adoringly the way a faithful dog stares at its Owner. It’s beautiful.
I am so grateful to Master Virgo for allowing his faggot to write up this very personal tribute, as well as allowing me to publish it for the world to experience. It is my hope that all of the faggots who read this can understand that their purpose as faggots can have meaning in the hands of a straight and truly powerful Alpha King. I also hope that any Alphas reading this will also appreciate that abuse and humiliation isn’t true dominance or power.
Thanks again to Master Virgo for this unprecedented peek into his elite world!
Master Pitter (@flav66612 on X) understands that his faggots need time to worship and meditate on their purpose and his ownership while scent training.
It’s such an easy way to maintain subspace in your stable faggots!
Scent training a faggot is vitally important in order to addict the faggot and focus its mind on the commands its Owner.
I thought this video took ball-scent training to the next level, actually putting the fag’s head inside the Alpha’s underwear so that the faggot has no choice except receiving a complete blast of its Master’s pheromones!
This post is part of a thread following the life of a faggot named Kyle who managed to convince his high school crush, a straight Alpha named Andrew, to allow him to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think every single gay male had that one straight guy in high school we wanted so badly but never managed to get. For me, it was this guy named Bob who looked vaguely like Kyle McLachlan. My attempts to get Bob’s attention were almost embarrassing, but I could never stop staring at his bulge or his perfectly-formed ass. He entertained my clumsy advances (I think he knew I was a faggot), but I was way too awkward and unsure of myself as a freshman to make anything happen.
I think that pretty much describes the experiences of most gay males crushing on straight guys in high school. However, every so often a crafty and determined faggot will figure out the magic formula and strike gold. In this case, the crafty faggot in question is a twenty-something fag named Kyle.
Kyle lusted after a tall, lanky athlete in his high school named Andrew. They became good friends, and nothing happened between them for their entire time in school.
But Kyle never gave up.
So we went to High school together actually. He ended up moving out to Boston as he got a job with Olympia Sports while he attended Umass Boston online. I had gotten a job out in Boston 6 years back and commuted. He was my crush in high school. Literally worshiped him. I knew he was living in the city and hit him up to see if he had an apartment that had a available room or what the deal was with him. He actually said he was looking for another place in the city to live as the rent was too high where he was at. So I ended up getting a 2 bedroom apartment in the city and told him I had a good apartment for cheap rent. He ended up moving in with me and it was amazing.
After a couple of months I knew I had to be honest with him. I sat down and talked with him about my situation. I told him I was a faggot and that I had worshipped him since high school and that I felt most useful helping him achieve his goals. As he had been single for a number of years I also let him know that i am there for his pleasure as well.
He was like wtf and took some time to think about what I just told him. About a week later he came back to me and told me what the rules are. I take care of the majority of the rent, I keep his room, bathroom, and the place clean. I help him with his assignments. And I will give him sexual pleasure when he wanted it. So the fact he laid down the law like that with me proves he was a true Alpha. And I was super happy to help him on his journey.
That’s one hell of an introduction to the use of faggots! Even Kyle admitted his overwhelming fear:
Dude when I had my first conversation with him about telling him about me. I was so scared and nervous. We always were cool with each other before and I didn’t want to scare him off and I didn’t want to ruin our already existing friendship. But the fact he was open to it was incredible.
So it didn’t take Master Andrew long to seize control of the useful situation:
So he started getting his feet wet by no longer using my name but calling me fag/faggot all the time. Then he started telling me to do things, like his laundry, cleaning shit, picking up stuff for him, giving him some spending cash. I loved doing it man.
Then about a month into this I woke up one morning hearing him call me. “Faggot come here”. So I went to his room. He was kicked back on the bed masturbating, his dick was popped out of his boxers and he said I was going to be his fuck toy from now on as well. He ordered me to get on the bed with him and suck his cock, which I gladly did. And I was passive in the whole situation, I didn’t suck so much as he skull fucked me with his hands holding my head. I gagged, spit-up, and choked but that’s how he liked getting his head. And I was so happy to be used for his needs. I would smell his dirty socks and boxers, I’d sniff and lick his Jordan’s for him. He loved the power imbalance.
But then Master Andrew made the unexpected decision to introduce his new faggot to his Alpha pack!
So like I said we went to high school together so we know many of the same people from central MA. The first time he had a party he invited some buds from high school so he could hang with them and also out me as a faggot to them. They got pretty drunk and high. But I was ordered to serve them beer, pack bowls, get food, lick their sneakers, sniff and lick their feet while they all laughed and humiliated me. There was like 12 people over. The deal was if I was to be used for sex I’d be taken into the bedroom and used there. And 4 guys did use me sexually that night. They were too drunk to care, just needing to nut.
Kyle has now been serving Master Andrew for SIX YEARS! And while the dynamic between them has changed since high school, the core bond between them remains thanks to each one accepting the truth about the other.
Whenever we’d go out in public together the dynamic never changed to make it seem like I was his equal. He called me fag in public all the time. I’d get looks but I didn’t care. He’s completely lost respect for me as a person … now I’m just his bitch faggot.
I absolutely love this true story of a faggot and an Alpha finding Hierarchical fulfillment in each other! And I’m so very inspired by Kyle’s persistent pursuit of the Alpha to whom he desperately wanted to submit!
What a lesson, and what inspiration! Follow Kyle’s great example, make room for service and make it a priority, and you too can find success!
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Every straight Alpha who discovers the truth about Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots is faced with a dilemma. Will he reject/ignore the services of the faggot, or will he explore/embrace the services of the faggot?
There are a variety of factors that determine which way a straight Alpha will lean, but the most important one is this: how confident/powerful is the Alpha?
Truly powerful straight Alphas find the use and ownership of faggots to be irresistible. Faggots give these Men the kind of worship and slavish devotion they cannot receive from their females or really anywhere else, and it’s this kind of worship that grows power within the Alpha. He starts to see himself as something more than a mere Man, but rather a King, a god.
Like I said, it’s an irresistible opportunity.
Master David discovered that his roommate Vincent is actually a faggot and he recently took ownership of him. One thing that really stood out to me from that initial experience was Master David’s rock hard cock that resulted from having his feet worshiped by Vincent. It got Master David so worked up that he later masturbated. Keep in mind this has nothing to do with Master David’s sexual orientation, but rather it has everything to do with his need for POWER as a young Alpha.
When I concluded my recap of Master David’s first experience, I encouraged him to explore the sexual use of faggots. While I didn’t really expect him to do anything right away, I knew it would open his mind to all of the possibilities now ahead of him.
Possibilities like this:
It has been two days since Vincent submitted to me as my slave and I must say you’re right: I just fucking LOVE the feeling of power! I had Vincent sniff my armpits after gym and he was so desperately thankful, he couldn’t stop saying “thank you master, thank you so much, thank you, my master…” I have made him lie on his back and I cleaned my feet on his face, he was in ecstasy! And when I was lying on the couch, he licked my feet all evening, it was incredible! I had no idea my feet were such an erogenous zone, it was delicious, I loved it!
Also, I told Vincent that from now on, I was not going to lift a finger to clean the house or to run errands. He replied cheerfully, “Of course, master! Your time is too precious to waste on such menial tasks! I’ll take care of everything for you, master, just tell me what you want, your desires are my commands!”
It feels just unreal and magical. That boy is willing to endure any humiliation and do any chore just for my pleasure and my comfort! And just because he thinks I’m hot and strong and smart! That’s crazy! I love to be a king!
I absolutely love the fact that Master David took my advice to scent train his faggot! Alphas often fail to appreciate the power of their scent. They think they stink, but to inferiors with the genetic receptors (like faggots), their scent is almost sweet and highly addictive. Once a faggot has fully imprinted on its Alpha’s scent, that imprinting lasts a lifetime.
I also think it’s great that Master David is enjoying the foot worship of his faggot. Feet ARE an erogenous zone, but it’s more than just physical sensation that makes it so hot. It’s a submissive act to kiss and lick another person’s feet, so when a faggot does this to a straight Alpha he suddenly feels like royalty!
Master David added a little something at the end of his message to me that makes me feel like he’s eager to try more with his new slave:
I’m reflecting on what you say about using him sexually. It is true that all that power is arousing me so very much. I have a hard on just thinking of it. I guess it doesn’t make me gay if I’m the one who penetrates but isn’t being penetrated… I’ll think about it.
Very revealing! I love Master David’s honesty and transparency as he grows and expands his power! If he decides to fuck his faggot’s throat or ass, I cannot wait to hear how he feels then!
Regardless, faggot ownership is improving Master David’s life daily, and it’s helping him become what he was born to be: A KING!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve been pretty thrilled by the story Mike the faggot has been telling me about the training he’s receiving under the control of Master Steve. Little by little Master Steve is tightening his grip on the life of his eager faggot, stripping him of the delusions he once had about himself and teaching him how to truly serve.
In the previous post, we saw Master Steve mark his faggot pretty dramatically, cumming on his chastity cage and leaving Mike’s mind swirling and delirious. At the end of the post, I mentioned that I was excited to see what Master Steve had in store for his new faggot.
Well, I wasn’t expecting this!
The second weekend of my punishment was filled lots of firsts. I am not sure the reasons for so many test or why. But I stayed calm and felt what Master Steve was doing was for my own personal growth as well as his pleasure.
When I got to his house on Saturday, his sister was there so around her we only act like boyfriends. He only suddenly shows off his dominance between him and I around her. My cage was a constant reminder of his control. I need to write a separate just about my mental and psychological feelings, being engaged for the first time.
Saturday night when we got to bed, he once again ask me to sniff his pits while he jerked off. Of course he knew I was straining in my cage and I feel this was turning him on even more. He even allowed me to lick 2x. Once again he blew his load on my cage. Once he was fully relieved, he kissed me on the cheek and said we need to get some sleep. Here I was straining immensely in my cage so sexually frustrated with his fresh load drenched on my locked cock. It took me a while to deal with my frustration while he was fast asleep.
The next morning, before I started to make his breakfast, he called me into the bathroom. He asked for me to sit on the toilet, and then he proceeded to piss on my locked cage. I assume this was another way of him marking his territory as he did with the cum. As he left the bathroom, he told me to get in the shower because I was smelling like piss.
After I got out of the shower, he asked me have I been going to the gym? I didn’t wanna lie because I haven’t. I’ve been too embarrassed and worried about someone seeing me in my cage. I told him no and exactly why. He asked for me to get ready that we were gonna go for a little bit. He said here wear this and no underwear. It was a tight pair of nylon shorts that definitely showed off my cage.
The gym overall was not too crowded. After we did a light workout, I was hoping to head back home, but he said let’s go take showers before we go home. Mentally I went in full panic mode. When we got into the dressing room, luckily no one was in there we both quickly stripped, and we walked to the shower. The shower holds about 10 people. As we got into the shower, he stood in front of me and began pissing on my cage again. I was both turned on and scared to death at the same time looking around hoping no one would see.
He finished showering before me and left. About this time these two other guys walk in the shower and I could see them staring. They didn’t say a word. I left the shower and went to my locker Steve was nowhere to be found. About this time this black guy I believe his name is Kevin comes in and starts changing clothes. He kinda smirked and said well I never expected you to be a fag, nice cage. He asks was I self locked or did I have a keyholder. I froze for a second and quietly said Master. He smiled and said lucky guy. About this time, Steve comes around the corner and simply says yeah I’m the one that locked him. Steve looks at me and says get your clothes on. Let’s go. I see the two of them continue to talk and laugh. When I finally get ready, tell master. They say bye to each other and I see Kevin just staring. When we get in the truck Master Steve said he was proud of me. That made me feel great.
That evening was Super Bowl, his sister and several of our mutual friends came over. I was drinking beer, eating snacks and enjoying the game. At one point I got up and went to bathroom, Steve followed me into his master bathroom. He hand me an empty beer bottle and said for the rest of the evening I would recycling my piss. I didn’t know what to say. He told me to fill up the beer bottle and take it back out and drink it. I said I was not able to piss without making a mess, he grinned and said well that’s what I thought you would say, here’s a small funnel to ensure you don’t waste any. I filled up the bottle and he had his beer in hand and said cheers, we both took a drink. He said let’s get back out there and enjoy the game. He said I was to recycle until the game ended. I just said Thank You Sir.
I’m just trying to understand, is all of this punishment, testing me, or pleasing him? Just confusing.
It’s incredible how Master Steve is pushing his faggot Mike deeper and deeper into a constant subspace with targeted tasks. I want to focus on the two big ones featured here.
Master Steve decided to take his caged faggot to the gym while wearing virtually nothing to conceal it from onlookers. This is easy for a Master to command, but very difficult for a closeted faggot to perform. But Mike did it, and for that I’m very proud of him. He trusted that he was safe while with his Master.
However, Master Steve clearly had more buttons to push. The shower training was intended to force Mike to accept public humiliation and the acceptance of risk as part of his service in a dramatic way. But then Master Steve introduced a black Alpha named Kevin into the situation, and the exchange between Mike and Kevin should be an eye-opener for any faggot out there doubting how Alphas conspire together and accept the true roles of faggots in everyday life. I don’t know the relationship between Master Steve and Kevin, but clearly they’re Alpha brothers who know each other on some level. (I have yet to meet Master Steve and speak to him, so some questions remain unanswered) I told Mike privately that I believe we are going to see Kevin again, possibly to use Mike sexually. We shall see.
Then the Super Bowl party episode was another huge test, with Master Steve parading his faggot around and forcing him to drink his own piss all night. Training like this forces Mike to understand that in all normal situations he is still owned by an Alpha and Master.
To answer Mike’s final questions directly, Master Steve is both testing and training him with these tasks. And judging by Master Steve’s responses, he’s VERY pleased with his new faggot!
