The following post is part of a thread chronicling the journey to fulfillment of a former straight male who was subjugated by God Dino’s sons Master Chad and Master Dean, transforming him into a live-in faggot named grayfaggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In my ten years of Hierarchical archaeology (Hierarchaeology?) here on this site, the single greatest treasure I’ve found has been the large extended family of Alphas and faggots ensconced in the heavily-guarded mansion of God Alpha Dino somewhere on a forest-shrouded mountain. It’s hard to truly summarize what it’s been like to come to know so many of them intimately, to see how their lives develop and grow hierarchically. A scientist couldn’t hope for a better experiment with which to test hierarchical hypotheses.

Yet, it all happened haphazardly. Organically. Miraculously. All led by natural Alpha power and natural faggot submission. It arranged itself through the same hierarchical mechanics that have shaped every nation on Earth.

It all began the same way as the universe did, with a furious explosion. God Alpha Dino met his extraordinary faggot Jamie (his eventual fag-wife) and they set up businesses that amassed a fortune. When the time was right, God Dino introduced his sons Master Chad, Master Dean, and his faggot son Jimmy to hierarchical concepts, and they took to it faster than me on a big black dick. From there, the roster of Alphas and faggots added to the Family expanded faster than me on a big black dick (oops, said it twice!). Now the Mansion is filled with four or five live-in God Alphas, 6-8 full-service faggots (all named different colors rather than proper names), and more than twenty very young sons being raised by everyone there. (I’m sure I got some of those stats wrong, and I’m sure I’ll be corrected for it).

If you want to know how someone comes to be added to the Family, you need to look no further than the story of grayfaggot. I’d never heard directly from grayfaggot until today, and the story grayfaggot told me was so touching, but also full of deep hierarchical truths that exemplify everything I love about God Dino’s Family.

Here is grayfaggot:

Dear sam,

I never wrote you before but I’ve been in your website for years. I’m a faggot through and through. I’m not the smartest faggot and I’m very shy but my favorite Master has convinced me to talk and tell my story. I want and need to honor Him so here goes.

My sister saw this dude for a while and it was through them I started to see a tiny part of my faggot soul. I’ve been my sister’s protector since we were kids. Our dad was an abusive drunk and when she was 16 and me 15 we ran away. It was a rough time but we did ok. I’ve protected my sister against men who got rough with her etc…  Now this dude she was fucking had knocked her up. I liked this dude and He told her in the beginning that he couldn’t get serious because he was Alpha and had too many holes to fill to be tied down. He said she could be a regular fuck but to never expect to be anything more than a twat for Him to cum in. My sister was so hot for him (like everybody) that she got pregnant on purpose with a baby she didnt want and hoped that would trap him. Of course it didn’t and she schemed for months but it didn’t work.

After my nephew was born and paid for by the Alpha, she hatched a plot. We went to His home, mansion really. He appeared outside with his brother and another guy who was a bodyguard. My sister started to argue with her Alpha and with one snap of his fingers a little faggot came and took My nephew inside. I almost went after them but something told me not to. Suddenly my sister tried to slap her Alpha and my instinct to protect her came out. I lunged for him when his brother blocked my path and punched me in the mouth. I’m a big faggot. I’m 6 foot 1 with broad shoulders and I’m pretty strong. I didn’t try anything for some reason. We left and going home I realized He had knocked my front teeth out. At home my sister started making revenge plans and then left to whore around. I sat thinking of all that happened while I spit blood and remembered the past few months. I never thought about my sexuality. I took it for granted I was straight and protective. I soon realized my sister’s Alpha had turned me on, especially when he gave her orders and when they fucked sometimes I would listen to them. It was so hot. Then I thought of the scene with his brother punching me. The brother was a little taller than me, muscular and very masculine. I realized my dick was hard. At first I thought getting punched made me hard but the more I thought about things I understood it was the Alpha brothers and their auras that was turning me on. 

For two days I sweated these new feelings. God how I wanted the brother who hit me. I wasn’t even sure what it was but I knew I needed something from Him. I went back to His home. He came outside with his handsome brother and smiled a wicked smile at me. He said he knew I’d come back sooner or later. He took me inside where he and his brother showed me exactly what I was and am.

That was two years ago and I now am an owned and properly used faggot. I am now Master Dean’s favorite faggot other than his faggot wife. He uses me regularly and is the most wonderful Master ever. Of course you know by now that Masters Dean and Chad are the awesome men who uncovered my true nature. Master made sure my teeth were replaced and fucks and or rapes me daily. Sometimes when Master’s inner manimal comes out Master will use and cum in me then fuck another of the rainbow then fuck and cum in me again. Then he picks me up and carries me to the next faggot. While fucking one of my lucky brothers I worship his body. After he cums in the faggot he will grab me up and fuck me again, then drag me off with him to the next hole. It is the most awesome experience! Master Dean and his needs are my life now. I totally love him. I’ll never dishonor or leave Master Dean. He is my personal God. I am allowed to worship Master Chad and other Alphas here but Master Dean is my love and life. Never mind my name before. Now I am proudly named grayfaggot, Master Dean’s cum hole. My life’s purpose is fulfilled. 

Thank you Sam for the opportunity to shout Master’s awesome abilities to the world. Master Chad is truly a faggot using machine and I love him but it is Master Dean that truly won my faggot soul. Whether he makes love to his faggot or rapes her, this faggot belongs to Master and Son of God, Dean. Forever.

grayfaggot 

First of all, I told grayfaggot that his opening claim of being unintelligent wasn’t true, because this testimonial is extremely well-written and full of honesty and joy.

There are deep truths in grayfaggot’s account. He thought he was a straight male, big and strong, until he came up against nature’s most potent force: the Alpha Male (actually a couple of them!). And like Alphas are supposed to do, Master Chad and Master Dean policed the Hierarchy and reduced grayfaggot to the faggot he truly was inside. And how amazing was it to learn how grayfaggot was drawn back to the Family Mansion to confront his truth through the mysterious power of hierarchy.

Now grayfaggot lives in bliss. He shares a wonderful home with many others who accept what he truly is and give him purpose. He feels complete.

I’m so glad that Master Dean has taken ownership of grayfaggot. Master Dean is one of the most complex Alphas on the planet, armed with both a scalpel-sharp intellect and a fiery Alpha rage. As a gay Alpha, Master Dean understands the faggot mind in ways that a straight Alpha might not, which makes him a perfect Owner of faggots with traumatic issues.

I love Master Dean, so I couldn’t be happier that my brother grayfaggot serves my beloved Master all day every day!

I truly hope grayfaggot’s account helps all faggots understand that honesty and courage leads to fulfillment! Grayfaggot is a shining example of that!

Thank you grayfaggot for sharing your story and your heart!

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following the discoveries of a muscular straight Colombian Alpha named Juan as he owns and uses faggots as part of stable of worshipers. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

While I’ve certainly had my share of Alphas farting in my face (anyone who is an even marginally prolific cocksucker experiences this), I can’t say that farts ever interested me as a kink. I suppose there is a certain amount of degradation involved, and degradation of any kind will interest at least some subset of faggot. It was just never my thing.

But let’s say it WAS my thing. I can tell you with certainty that I would NEVER ask any Alpha or Master to fart in my face, nor would it become a prerequisite for me to serve them! Why? Because I’m a FAGGOT, and I EXIST TO SERVE. An Alpha doesn’t exist to serve my fetishes or do tricks to make me happy. That would be the wrong mindset with which to approach an Alpha you’re serving.

I preface this post with that declaration because of the following experience Master Juan of Colombia/Madrid told me. It frustrated me a great deal, so I wanted to lay out my perspective before going into his story. See if you can identify what’s bothering me.

Hi Sam, this is Alpha Juan from Colombia again. I talked to you last week about my sub boy, who loves to rim my ass when I am extra sweaty. I’m sending you another message because he is now into my farts. I know it sounds bizarre and disgusting, but my fag has been begging me to drink protein shakes and eat beans with steak, so I will be gassy, then he begs me to sit on his face and fart in his mouth while he rims me.

I just wanted an easy hole and an easy mouth to dump my loads and now I have this fag who gets much hornier with me farting on his face than with my hard cock. Of course he never refuses to give me head, but he never asks for my dick, yet he begs for my farts every time he comes to my apartment.

I don’t know, that’s too weird for me, I’m thinking about breaking up with him and find another sub femboy. But at the same time, he’s a good boy and maybe I could be more open-minded. Any thought about that? Is he the only one in the world with this desire or this is common among fags?

To answer Master Juan’s initial question, yes, there are a lot of fart fags out there. They pay Alphas in findom ridiculous amounts of money to have the Alpha sit on their faces and fart on them. It’s not a universal faggot fetish (like feet are), but there are certainly a lot of them.

But here’s my take: who gives a fuck what this faggot likes? It’s a FAGGOT. It has NO RIGHT to whine to Master Juan about it, or beg him repeatedly to eat differently so that Master Juan can satisfy its disgusting fetish. WTF? Master Juan is an ALPHA, not some “Baby Farts A-Lot” doll that entertains a faggot.

Even more distressing, Master Juan is surrendering his dominance to please the needs and requests of this ignorant and disrespectful faggot! Master Juan is clearly uncomfortable with this stuff, but he’s doing it anyway so his faggot will be happy and stop begging! HUH??? Instead, tell the faggot “NO!” firmly and then rape its throat until its face is covered in tears and throat slime.

A faggot is not an equal partner when serving an Alpha, people. Fags don’t have rights or a soapbox or an influential card to play. They serve, or they get the fuck out.

And I think it’s time this faggot gets the fuck out.

Before that happens, Master Juan could make it kneel and give the fag an ultimatum. If the faggot doesn’t comply, then it’s gone. Master Juan could replace that faggot with five more (and better) faggots within a week.

Alphas, DO NOT let your faggots run the dynamic or dictate to you how things should go so that the faggot will be happy. Once you give away that power and control, it’s hard to recover it. In the meantime, you’re spoiling a faggot by teaching it that it can whine its way into getting what it wants.

Hierarchy doesn’t work like that, and Alpha dominance keeps it that way!

Hi… I don’t know where to start but I was told you could help me. I feel more comfortable sending it here instead of using my email, so I hope you don’t mind.

My name is María, 30 y.o., I’ve been married to my husband for 5 years now. We have a happy relationship with all the pros and cons of any married couple. My husband has never been dominant or agressive, actually we are very vanilla in bed. Once or twice a week I opened my legs, he fucks my pussy on top of me, he cums, we fall asleep, and that’s it. No rough fucks, no spanking, or hair grabbing. In January, I find a dildo in his underwear drawer and he told me that he bought to use with me, but I suspected that he was using it in himself. So I told him that he could tell me whatever he wanted, and he said that he was curious to feel it in his ass.

I found it weird at first, but I started using inside of him and his reaction was way more intese than when he fucks my pussy. He would moan, ask for more, and shoot huge loads of cum with the dildo in his ass. It didn’t take long for him to tell me he might be bisexual and was curious to try it with another man.

I didn’t want to but I tried to be open-minded and, considering that he was raised in a very traditional family, I decided to give it a try. One of my best friends from college is gay, but he is super “Alpha”. He always says that he doesn’t fuck women because he wouldn’t be able to afford the amount of children he would have put into this world. He has a very dominant energy, a very charismarit presence, and always hangs out with multiple boyfriends. I told my friend the whole story and he said that we could try to do have a 3some just to see how my husband would react.

After some glasses of wine, they were making out while I watched. I admit that it was hot to see them kissing but I wasn’t expecting what came next. Since my friend is gay, I thought he would suck my husband’s dick and offer his hole. But as soon as he got hard, he hust held my husband’s neck and without a word my husband started chocking on his cock. I noticed that I would’ve ruined the moment if I had reacted in a bad way, so I just kept watching while my friend fucked my husband’s throat in a way that my husband has never fucked me at all.

My friend got some lube and asked my husband if he was feeling comfortable and ready. It took 5 seconds for my husband start riding his dick balls deep. Our dildo has 7 inches and my friend is a little smaller than that, so I thick it wasn’t that hard for him to take it. But my friend was obviously the only Alpha in our bedroom. He fucked my husband’s ass deep, then put him on all fours and kept fucking hard, and announced that he wanted to put his load deep in my husband’s ass. I thought he would never accept that, but he just kept his head down on a pillow and his ass up for my friend to cum inside.

I was shocked, to be honest. But both of them were enjoying very much. My friend tried to make me feel more comfortable and told me to suck my husband’s dick, so we could all have some fun. But I was overwhelmed by that moment, and just laid down with them. We had dinner together and my friend went back home. My husband was thrilling, I had never seen him so happy before. He said that my friend is welcome to come back whenever he wants. He ensured me that he loves me and wants to be the father of my children one day, but he wants to keep seeing my friend and getting fucked by him.

Two days later, my friend called me and said that he notices I wasn’t very comfortable while he was fucking my husband. I said that it was all very unexpected because I thought that my husband would be the big man in the room. My friend said that he doesn’t like woman, but he has never sucked a dick or bottomed in his life. He said that he was born to fuck and breed, not the opposite. I asked him if I should get a divorce, and he told me that my husband loves me but his nature is of a submissive man. Then he said that he had fucked many bisexual men before, but the way he sucked him and put his ass up begging for cum is not just a curious bisexual man, he wanted to be dominated.

That’s why I’m here. My friend loved his tight hole and thinks that we can keep our marriage, as long as he visits us from time to time to dump a load in my husband’s hole. He wants to “take care” of both of us and make sure my husband is happy. He is very confident that his plans could work out if we are open-minded and discreet. He gave me this website, saying that he owns multiple “faggots”, and told me to reach out to you asking for advice.

How am I supposed to stay married with a man who loves taking dick? What having kids? How can a man who submits to a dick and takes cum be the leader of my family?

Sorry for this long message. I’m feeling lost and my friend said that you’d know what to tell me.

Maria, thank you for writing to me. I know it was probably difficult. I’m going to be honest, and some of what I say might be painful. However, I want you to know that I do not intend to hurt you and that I do completely empathize with you. 

I’m going to be frank: your husband is a faggot. 

Now, I don’t think he intentionally tried to deceive you or hurt you. Many faggots get into heterosexual marriages because they don’t understand their true nature, or they’re hoping the faggot tendencies will go away once they’re married. It’s happened more times than I can count, and it’s one of the urgent issues surrounding faghood that caused me to start this site ten years ago. Faggots should not be entangling innocent women like you in relationships and marriages that cannot possibly work long-term. 

You showed INCREDIBLE openmindedness by allowing him to experiment with another Man, and then you just happened to pick the PERFECT person for the job: AN ALPHA MASTER. This is the universe making this happen, I guess. 

There was no way this Alpha was going to do anything except totally overpower and breed your faggot husband and force him to accept the truth about himself. Hierarchy doesn’t allow us to keep lying to ourselves forever. At some point an Alpha will come along and rearrange an inferior male’s guts and scramble his brain and all of the manufactured self-delusions crumble and fall away. 

I commend this nameless Alpha Master for immediately seeing right through your husband. Alphas are incredible hunters, and their instincts are unmatched. They see disguised faggots everywhere, and they take them and force them into the lifetime of service they were born into. It’s all very natural. In fact, it might be the most natural process in our world.  

If you want my very real advice, here it is: divorce him. Don’t spend your life tied down to a faggot that cannot ever please you in any way. He was born to have dick up his ass and down his throat. He was born to kiss the feet of superior Men like your friend. He was born to wear a collar and be called “good boy” and be bred relentlessly. He was born to be the property of Alphas, not a pretend heterosexual failure.

And for crying out loud, DO NOT have children with this faggot. There’s only one thing I hate more than faggots entangling women, and that’s faggots fathering children. Fatherhood belongs to MEN, not faggots. Now, faggots might help raise an Alpha’s children (that certainly happened in Bible times), but they should in no way procreate. In fact, your husband should be locked in chastity at least until he learns shame for the way he has dishonored real Men. 

You really should buy this Alpha a bottle of good bourbon or some cigars for essentially using his great power to rescue you from a truly tragic situation. Now you can be free to have an authentic marriage with a real Man and bear his children with peace of mind. All of this happened due to the power and authority of Alpha cock!

I really hope my bluntness hasn’t upset you, Maria. I just want to make sure my message to you is unambiguous. I say these things out of love and a deep respect for hierarchical principles that are unchangeable and immutable. 

Please tell this Alpha Master “thank you” for me!

Your Friend,

sam the faggot 

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

In the previous update from Ethan, the faggot known as #5 in the live-in Kingdom of a powerful black Alpha named King Karter, Ethan learned to worship his Master’s feet and what that does to faggots. King Karter has been very pleased with his latest white faggot, and his three personal fags (Ethan as #5, then also #1 and #3) serve him in some way every day.

But Ethan has returned with a PART TWO so astounding (and even a little confusing) that I’m surprised Ethan was able to even write about it afterwards! This came about because Ethan is returning to his home state of Texas, so his Master graciously threw him a going-away party.

And what a party!

So, this is part two of what happened just before I left Texas. King Karter told me that I would be spending the weekend with him and his friends and that they would throw me a going-away party.  #3 called me and told me that there would be two of King’s friends there. I will call them King R and King L on here because I don’t know if they want their names known. #3 said they had been friends with King Karter for a long time, King R, since they were in high school. #3 said that King R and King L were in a relationship and King R was the more dominant one. But they like to share faggots a lot and have a semi-open relationship. I also had to obey them just as I would King Karter, so this was a good chance to show what I have to offer King Karter and his friends. I have some anxiety issues sometimes and I was very nervous that I would embarrass King Karter and my brothers, I had to even take some of my meds the day before, but #3 kept reassuring me that I would be fine, “It was easy and once they are fucking you, your body will just know what to do, it’s was what I was born for!” He also told me to bring some nice clothes to wear because we were going out to dinner.

I got there Saturday morning, just after #3 and a few hours before #1. We had to make some appetizers, clean the place, and set up the air mattresses in the living room. When Kings R and L arrived, we were on our knees in the living room. Immediately, they came over to me, pulled me up, and had me stand between them as they sat on the couch. King R was darker and taller and had short buzzed hair, and King L had much lighter skin and had highlighted braids. He was much younger than King R, in his mid to late 20s, like more my age. King R and King L’s hands were rubbing up and down my entire body. Like, feeling it all up. They kept telling King Karter that I had a thick ass and legs. They had me flex and bend over, while they rubbed my nipples, fingered my hole, and squeezed my arms, shoulders, chest, and balls. King Karter was smiling, watching with #3 kneeling next to him, and #1 got them all drinks and food. Soon #3 was sucking down on King Karter while they talked about me and my body. It felt a bit embarrassing, but also a little bit of pride because they liked my body, and King Karter was showing me off. They keep remarking on how much money King will make off my pussy. I was a bit embarrassed, but NGL I was so hard in my cage, King L pointed it out to everyone. I was also very nervous because I did not want to embarrass King and my brothers. So I just let them do what they wanted.

This went on for a bit. I had to be on my knees again when #1 brought out some pot and Hennessy for the Kings. Then King Karter told me to show them how good my mouth pussy is. I turned and started sucking on King R first then King L. Kings R’s cock is longer than King Karter’s (maybe about 10 or 11″ but thinner), and King L’s Cock is about 8 or 9″ (about the same length as King Karter but not as thick, probably 3 ” or so). King R was hard to get down; he had me use my hands a lot more than King Karter likes. By now I could hear #3 gagging on King Karter’s cock behind me and #1 was still serving pot and drinks to the kings, and poppers to me and #3. After they both face fucked me for a while, King Karter pulled me over to him as #3 and #1 each served King R and King L, with their throats and I went to town on King Karter’s. It did feel a bit easier now that I was back with King Karter.

King Karter would have me suck on his big cock for a while and then have me watch Kings R and King L mouth rape and start to fuck #1 and #3. While I kneeled in between King’s thighs he had me hit a lot of poppers and had me fuck myself on some dildos and plugs. My heart was pounding and King Karter pulled me over to the air mattress and took #3 off of King R’s Cock and had #3 sit on his, while King R came over to me and put his dick in my mouth. I sucked it again, and he was becoming more aggressive now and was pulling my hair and slapping me a bit. He had me lie on my left side with my right leg in the air and then started fucking me hard. I was moaning a lot and King L came over after fucking #1 and shoved his cock in my mouth. This was the first time I had ever been fucked in my mouth and my ass at the same time, it was hard to get at first, to get a rhythm up, like what I should be focusing more on. King L had me look at him and kept talking to me asking me if I liked black cock in me, or if I was a white faggot, or if I liked that cock in my ass. I responded to him every time with his dick in my mouth. Then R and L switched a few times, R pulled out and started mouth fucking me, and L started fucking my pussy. By now I started getting a rhythm, and they would turn me over sometimes on my back so R would be fucking me right down my throat and sometimes on my stomach when R was fucking me and King L was in my mouth again, Or on all fours doggy-style. King L would fuck very fast, like a jackhammer, and King R had more powerful, harder thrusts. At some point King Karter came over and had me suck his dick I could taste pussy juice and cum on his but it was still rock hard. He fucked me hard. King R and King L watched and kept cheering him on. Then King R asked if they could DP me, and I was a bit shocked and scared for a second. But, King Karter said not yet he hasn’t taken much cock up his pussy. Then they pulled #1 over to the couch and King Karter pulled me on his lap and fucked me so my back was to him and had me watch as King L sat on the couch #1 climbed up and squatted down on his dick and King R came up behind him and slide in #1’s pussy like it was nothing. They fucked the shit out of him n I could hear #1 moaning and grunting begging for more and more cock.

I was riding King Karter up and down #3 came over to give King Karter some drinks, and handed me some poppers that I had to sniff while watching. I was like HOLY FUCK! His cunt could take both massive cocks like that without him being in pain. Then #3 got on his knees next to them and started sucking on their cocks as they would come out, wet them up, and put them back in.

King Karter had me get on all fours in the middle of the room where he fucked me on all fours for a bit, and they each took turns fucking my mouth and hole. Each of them came inside of my fag hole. First King R, then King L, then King Karter. King Karter had me go on the couch and pull my legs up to my chest, and #3 put a shot glass at my hole, and I was told to push out all the cum, and then I was made to drink it in front of everyone. It was so fucking Hot! I never even came once, but my dick was still rock hard in my cage though the hole time, and my fucking balls were aching so bad! But I still was on a fucking sex high I don’t care if I came.

We all just sat around for a while, they had us dance for them and twerk, which I think I relay sucked at, they laughed, and #1 and #3 helped a bit teaching me to better twerk.

King Karter said we had dinner plans, and we all got dressed. It felt weird wearing clothes in front of King Karter again, even though I had worn them in my interview, it still felt weird.  I still wore my cock cage underneath though.

Because the Kings had been drinking and smoking, #1 drove the Kings in his car, and #3 and I went in his.  It was a very nice steak house we (the faggots) each sat in between the kings. I had King R on my Right and King L on my left. Throughout the whole dinner, we each had to help serve them like pouring their wine, or even cutting up their steaks, I was a bit scared that some of the other customers would look at us strangely, and I could tell there were some eyes on us especially as we walked in (this is Texas after all), but if they did after we sat down, I never noticed, I was focusing on the Kings. When dinner was about half over, King R leaned over and whispered, asking if I was thirsty.  At first, I said no, thinking he was asking if I wanted like water or something. Then he chuckled and had me look down at his crotch, squeezed it a bit, and asked me again but his time he said more like “Your Thirsty, right faggot?” I was in complete terror, and I responded by saying, “Here? What if some one sees, I can’t, we could get caught,” He said, “no one will see!” Before I could interject, he told King Karter that he and I would be going to the bathroom.  I looked at King Karter, hoping he would interject, thinking he would not want us to get caught, but he just said, “Ok”.  When we got in, there was a guy at the urinal, and I did have a bit of a panic attack thinking I was caught, but King R just walked up to the urinal, and I just stood behind looking like I was waiting for it. There were only two. After the guy was done, I took the one beside King R and pretend to piss as the guy washed his hands and left. King R nodded for me to follow him into the handicap stall.

This was both so terrifying and exciting at the same time. He locked the door and had me kneel on the floor, and pulled out his dick. He whispered to make sure I drink every drop or I’ll be smelling of piss at the dinner table. I was almost shaking with fear, both of spilling it and someone walking in.  He let out a stream and stopped so I could gulp it down. I tried to drink as fast as I could, so we could get out of there. King R finished before anyone else came in. We went over and washed our hands, and as we were walking out, another man was walking in, that kind of also freaked me out a bit, knowing how close were were to getting caught. Later, both King Karter took #3 into the bathroom, and King L took #1 in when we were having dessert. I was nervous the whole time they were both in there.  At the end of the meal, the waiter put the bill in the middle and I thought for sure we (faggots) would pay for them and us, But no! King Karter just picked it up and paid the entire thing. I was a bit stunned that he paid for us, even though we usually paid him. I also felt that it would have been just the right thing to do. #3 told me on the way back, because I asked, that King would bring us out sometimes especially if he was proud of our work, or if we had earned a lot of money for him, and he said it was probably that he was proud and wanted to reward us because he will usually give King R a few freebees cause they had been friends since they were younger.

When we got back to apartment #1, #3 and I all got undressed as soon as we walked in, and the Kings sat on the couch. We all took turns sucking them off each of them, and then King Karter pulled me by my hair and said we were going to his bedroom for the night. King R and L could have the others.

This account is fascinating for many reasons. First of all, it perfectly illustrates Alpha Hierarchy in a real-world application. In this scenario, King Karter is the God Alpha, King R is the Apex Alpha, and King L is either an Alpha or another Apex. However, their respect for the hierarchy between them is palpable and very real.

If you wanted a preview of true #BNWO (Black New World Order) gatherings (not the scammers on X who are trying to get fag money), this is it. It’s black Alphas getting together to enjoy their power as Kings while they are served and serviced by white faggots. As you can tell from Ethan’s fevered description, it’s intense, but they show a level of appreciation for their faggots that I find commendable. They simply understand that this is how faggots are born to be used.

I also love the impromptu faggot hierarchy at work here. #3 seems to be the closest to a mentor faggot in this situation. However, the faggots all serve selflessly, and they generously help one another in order to please their Alphas. This is how it should always be in an Alpha’s house containing multiple owned faggots. Much of the success of these kinds of situations comes down to firm training from the Owner. Thankfully, King Karter has owned faggots for years and knows exactly how to control them and get the best out of them.

I’m really proud of Ethan for being flexible and adjusting to his circumstances as they come upon him. He’s done this with a very obedient and submissive attitude, and it’s clear King Karter loves owning him. An Alpha who shows off his property to his Alpha brothers is certainly proud!

Ethan promises there’s another part to this experience, presumably telling us what happened when King Karter took him to bed!

Hi fag, I sent you a message a few days ago about my 5 inches. I was questioning whether a fag would submit to my dick. Your answer was really great, and I really enjoyed the video you included on it too.

I’m back home for my summer break and I was hanging out with my neighbor. We are childhood friends and used to play together when we were little. He has always been very clearly a fag, but I’ve always respected him and didn’t treat him with prejudice. Long story short, we started talking about our lives at college and I asked if he has been sucking a lot of dick. He got embarrassed and said that he only had female friends at college. I said “what a shame, I bet a lot of straight guys would love a cute bottom like you”, he blushed a little bit and next thing I know we were in his bedroom with him sucking my dick on his knees. I shot a load in his mouth and during the night I woke up to shoot another one in his tight pussy. It was my first time fucking ass and it does feel much tighter than female pussy.

To be honest, the 5 inches were great because he already struggled a lot to take my dick balls deep because of the thick base (6 inches), if I had a 9 inch cock he would probably have suffered even more.

I bred a very sexy fag and had a great night thanks to your advice. I could see in his face the pain and the pleasure of me stretching his hole. For the first time I realized how thick my dick is, although not very long, because when I came his hole was really open, gaping and full of cum. It’s very different from opening a female pussy.

I hope to find more tight fags to fuck this summer because when I’m back to college I’ll breed all of them

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

OH SIR, THIS IS AMAZING NEWS!! CONGRATULATIONS!

I’m so glad you acted so quickly after I answered you (a trait common to Alphas, BTW) and claimed your first faggot! I love the approach you used with him, which was targeted and confident. Sure, Alphas can pull out their cocks and get faggots to submit, but the better faggots are the ones who respond to an Alpha’s confidence and charisma (like yours did). I have no doubt this friend has been crushing on you for years, so it probably felt incredible to be finally taken and claimed by you!

And see how insignificant dick size is as an issue?? True Alphas deserve worship and service regardless of the size of their dicks, and true faggots will serve and worship true Alphas regardless of the size of their dicks. True faggots respond to CONFIDENCE more than anything else. So take any faggot you want and use it like you own it, Sir. I am going to attach a second video to this post that I think illustrates my point well. 

So now you’ve experienced the use of a faggot, Sir … it felt natural, didn’t it? You felt powerful being serviced on command, didn’t you? And you’ll notice that it doesn’t change your sexuality … you’re still a powerful straight Alpha, but now you simply have a new way to grow in power. 

These truths are part of a magic of hierarchy. You should count yourself blessed that you’ve unlocked this secret that other straight Alpha deny themselves because they’re too afraid! They’ll never know the power now growing inside you, Sir! 

So you have the summer with this faggot (do you plan on claiming more this summer?), so I’d suggest that you start really taking ownership and learning how to expand your power. Start with simple acts like having your faggot worship and serve your feet. Have your fag kiss your feet, massage them, smell them. This is called “scent training” and is a vital way to implant yourself into a faggot’s brain. The fag will imprint on your pheromones and will remember your scent always. Have the faggot sniff your pits and your crotch for the same effect.

You might consider putting your faggot in chastity, or putting a collar on him (or both?). The chastity cage is especially effective because it keeps your faggot horny, but also reminds the fag of its proper place among Men. 

Also, I would focus on breeding the faggot as much as possible, Sir. When you do, your cum passes directly into the bloodstream where the chemicals (and your DNA) in your semen reprogram the faggot. It’s a powerful way for the Owner of a faggot to cement his ownership!

I’m so thrilled to hear this news, Sir! I’m proud of you for taking action and claiming what has always belonged to you – your Alphahood! If you’d like, you can always write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com rather than go through this cumbersome system! 

Thank you, Sir! 

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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!

Why do straight Alphas take ownership of faggots? What causes them to consider it at all?

The answers are buried deep in the male psyche, a primal urge to dominate the weak. It’s this urge that causes teenage Alphas to bully fags and other weaklings. It’s the urge that makes Alphas possessive, competitive, and aggressive. It’s what makes Alphas our leaders and Kings.

When we think of Kings, we immediately think of Kingdoms. The average male wants his house to be his castle, but an Alpha thinks bigger. He wants a Kingdom that serves and worships him and his needs.

That Kingdom is built of females worshipers who service him sexually and give him babies, but it is also built of submissive males who can serve larger tasks and form and army to die at his command.

Faggots are the way an Alpha can have that vision of a Kingdom come true. Ownership of fags satisfies that primal Alpha urge to subjugate other males and emasculate them and control them. These thoughts might not be on a conscious level with Alphas, but subconsciously Alphas have that in them. It typically just takes the right faggot to ping it.

Here is a story about the faggot that first pinged straight Alpha Jason’s desire for a Kingdom. The faggot’s name is John, and Master Jason kindly offered to have John reach out to me and tell the story of how he came to be the first faggot owned by this incredible straight Alpha.

I don’t write really but I am the faggot John that Master Jason first owned and wanted to add onto this story after Sir encouraged me to write to you. I am honored as the faggot to have awakened Sir after seeing the Alpha he has grown to be, I wanted to provide some more details about Master Jason, I met Sir when I was a Senior and Sir was a freshman and instantly I knew he was an alpha simply after talking to him after a few minutes. I could sense his confident charisma and my friends who saw him were instantly whipped alongside myself. I ended up seeing him on campus and in the gym occasionally and was plagued by thoughts of just worshipping him. I had followed your page for a while now and knew I was a faggot, but merely chalked it up to more of a “kink” rather than a reality as I did “worship” some guys on it was sexual for my own pleasure rather than true servitude. 

My first time serving Sir was when one of my friends invited me a party that was being thrown by one of his friends I didn’t know at the time and I wish I remembered more details from then. I had a rough week to that point so I drank like hell at the party and ended up throwing up and being in a complete drunken daze when I ran into Sir outside. I barely remember this besides when he told me but I was in a drunken daze and told him everything about first my issues and then second how I think I’m a faggot and how I desperately wanted to serve him. He ended up watching over me and the other students who blacked out until next morning when I couldn’t find my friends. I was so apologetic at this time but he was so kind telling me it was all chill since he was looking after a couple others as well. After he and his friend confirmed everyone was okay, he drove me and a couple others  to our homes. I was the last person he dropped off when he told me about what I had said about being a faggot the night before and asked me about it. I was embarrassed but showed him the letter on your website to explain how I thought he was superior to me and I wanted to serve whatever he needed, whether it be worship or chores. He was taken aback but for that first time he had me pay for his gas and had me sniff his feet which he said was to test my boundaries. He was slow at first in testing what he could do, but once I gave him permission for everything it all took off. I drove around 30 minutes to his place each day to do all his chores, his homework, and if he let me worship him and he acknowledged me rarely calling me “Slave I need this done now.” His natural dominance made it impossible for me to escape and I knew it was where I belonged but what stuck to me was when one night I had a really bad situation unfold back at home and I tried to drive over and serve Sir but he noticed my head was elsewhere. He made it clear that I didn’t need to worship or do any chores today and told me “Hey man, I know we have this situation going but genuinely if it gets too much or something’s up talk to me”. We ended up talking and drinking a lot that night and it felt so casual and I felt seen, the fact he could balance his more dominant side but also stay caring from first meeting me and even looking out for me when I wasn’t serving him was made me want to stay with him. I was gladly owned by him for just under a year until I graduated, where I had to unfortunately fly back to my hometown to deal with some matters.

However, I had the privilege to serve Master Jason again this week for the first time in 9 months, as I had a business trip around an hour from where he lived and he is the same caring alpha but somehow more dominant than before! When I got there we talked for a while and he checked in on how I was doing taking care of my family which was the same genuine care he always possessed even when I was clearly below him. After our conversation, I worshipped him as usual before cleaning his muddy shoes. I was hesitant because I loved worshipping Sir’s feet but actual mud was new but he threatened “Clean my shoes now fag or I’ll lock you outside the room naked” so I instantly obeyed and was surprised by how direct he had gotten. As a reward though he ended up handcuffing me to the bed frame and tossed me one of his sweaty socks and said he would be back in a couple hours. I spent almost the entire time he was gone jerking off with one hand to his sweaty sock. When he came back I was blindfolded and handcuffed to a chair this time and gagged before he whispered since you’ve been such a good fag here’s your reward.

Then the unbelievable happened, I was graced with the opportunity of Master Jason fucking another woman in the same room as me! Sir was so powerful as I heard all her moans of pleasure and pain that were the loudest I had ever heard. The entire time my dick was hard but it was both a reward and torture hearing everything but being unable to see anything. After a while he ungagged me and told me to lick the girl’s feet and I obeyed before he told me “Don’t say a fucking word now that you’re not gagged alright faggot”. They fucked for another hour before Sir came and I remember that exact moment I had to control myself to not beg to see. After she left Sir teased me describing his cock while I still couldn’t see and I found myself begging for him to let me see. Even though I am a faggot, I never felt so humiliated in this moment that I begged for even the opportunity to just SEE his cock and not even be used as a hole. Unfortunately, when Sir let me see again he was fully clothed again but I still thanked him relentlessly for blessing me with the chance to hear him fuck and he told me I was such an obedient good boy. This was the first time he ever did anything sexual around me as I left it up to him what he thought I was deserving of and it felt so good getting his validation. He ended up staying in the room I paid for my business trip, while I was forced to sleep on the ground but I never felt more correct in what I was doing.

As a note to his character, the day after everything happened, he asked if everything was alright, which of course I said yes I enjoyed it all! Most alphas only care about themselves and their pleasure and while Sir rightfully puts himself first in using me, the fact he asked afterwards really shows the Master that Jason is. As a last note, Mason is quite attractive and built as well, when I first met him when Sir had him drive us to the airport, I did not think he was the Mason in your story and had I not known Sir owned him I would have served him or thought he was a master as well. I ended up telling Mason that he should cherish this opportunity and he was lucky to be owned by Master Jason because he is unlike any alpha had ever met and I wish I could be closer to serve him more often. That’s all from me I don’t write often but felt it was my duty to let everyone know the Alpha that Master Jason is. 

I was blown away by this gorgeous love letter John wrote about his Master, Jason. It’s so humble and honest and full of deep yearning and gratitude! I can’t wait for Master Jason to read it!

Please note that John cleverly used my “Letter To An Alpha” on this website to correctly explain hierarchy in terms that help to trigger him to action. I wrote it that way on purpose. I don’t know why so many faggots are failing to use the effective and FREE tools I’ve built to help them the way they helped John … well, I guess some just get it.

I love how Master Jason’s idea of a reward for his faggot was tying the faggot up and letting it listen to him fuck a female. Obviously, it was a perfect reward, but the fact that he has the awareness to comprehend his own power and its effect on everyone around him is astounding.

John is an outstanding faggot, which is why Master Jason (a true Protector Alpha) has kept him in his stable despite the long distances. Even though Master Jason has never allowed John to even taste his cum, he knows John is his property for life.

And, judging by this magnificent letter, I’d say Master Jason is right!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the six year ownership of a 21-year-old faggot named Tim by his lifelong Asian friend and Alpha, Master Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Most of us lose the friendships of our boyhood once we reach our teens and get into high school. Our circle of friends widens out, interests change, and we just move on. I’ve retained only one casual friend from my boyhood, whereas I still have many of my friends from high school close to me. It’s just the nature of things.

But every so often a boyhood friendship develops in such a way that the bond not only becomes stronger, but it even becomes vital. Such is the case with a faggot named Tim.

In youth, Tim was best friends with an Asian boy named Nick. They spent countless days together, playing and wrestling and making silly games and doing all of the crazy things boys do.

But then two critical events occurred that would change both of their lives forever. Here’s Tim with the story:

Hello brother Sam. I came across your website through browsing, and saw your posts about the Alpha Asians, and needed to share how I serve my Asian alpha god. I wanted to just share how happy I am to be not just his boyfriend, but his bitch, his slut, his faggot, and how excited I am for our next step in my life with my Sir. I really don’t have a question except whether it’s possible for me to fall in greater love and obsession with him.

My Sir and I are both 21 years old. My name is Tim, and my alpha is Nick. I submitted to him when we were 15, and it has been six of the best years of my life worshipping and serving his inexhaustible needs and his ever growing strength and power.

Right now I am typing while his afternoon load oozes around the thick butt plug put in my aching sore pussy, and I can’t wait until he finishes his evening home workout to fill me again. I have limited time to write as I will be there to serve, lick, suck, and present myself for his sweaty, pumped self after his workout, but I want to at least share the start of how everything fell into place for how I became Alpha Nick’s faggot boyfriend.

My family is white, Nick’s is Chinese/Japanese. We were childhood friends, neighbors and inseparable. Same school, same sports, same activities. I was always louder and bigger as a kid, but Nick, smaller and more quiet, was always able to control me from going overboard.

Nick was bullied in junior high for being Asian. I fought the bullies off, and thought that would be how it was. Me protecting Nick, no one messing with my best friend.

Everything changed when Nick had to move across the country for two years for his dad’s job. We were 13. I hated it. I didn’t want to lose Nick. We messaged for those two years, but I never saw him until he came back, and texted me to know he was home.

I rushed to see him, and I remember being absolutely floored. Gone was the lanky, scrawny Asian boy I protected. In his place when Nick opened the door was a defined muscled boy. When he hugged me hard, his bulging arms almost crushed everything out of me. My breath, my thoughts, my body. In place, I remember the hardness of his muscles, and above all, his rich smell.

We wrestled like we always did as kids, but things were different. He pinned me single-handedly and easily, put me in a chokehold and stared intensely at me as I struggled at his far superior strength until I tapped out. He flexed his big muscled arm above me, grinning down at me. I recall that moment so vividly as it was the first time I felt something inside me drop.

I didn’t know it then, but Nick had become a true Alpha in those two years. He had grown through so much. But all he told me was that he had to stand up to other people who were racist to him. Nick joined a gym and got into martial arts. He had gotten stronger and more confident. Only later would I know just how much stronger and confident.

We compared heights; before he left, I was over half a head taller. Back together, we were the same height, but he was so much more muscled and defined. Then came my first shock. We compared cocks. Over the two years, we had messaged about jerking off and what turned us on. But never any pictures.

I remember I was hard from our wrestling, the hardest I’ve ever been. Nick was hard too, from what I now know was from dominating me so easily and so powerfully. I remember trying to salvage my pride, saying I bet my cock was bigger. His silent grin said it all as we pulled down our shorts.

Brother Sam. I had never been so humbled. I measured myself, and I was proud of my 5 inches, knowing I had more to grow. What Nick revealed…when that dark, massive shaft came out. When Nick pointed that glistening giant head at me. When he laid his cock over my pathetic one, and it was almost twice my length, and more than twice my girth.

Nick didn’t say a word. He just grinned as I slowly jerked our cocks together. I couldn’t stop staring. Both down at his huge Asian cock dwarfing mine, then back at his smiling face. I don’t think we said anything for a good amount of time, that day was a blur.

I only remember that when we finally put our cocks away and sat down to play on his console, I couldn’t stop looking back at his heavy bulge pushing at the seams of his shorts. How his strong legs framed his groin, the way he sat, the way he stood and walked. That day is burned deep in my memory as the starting point of my faghood to my alpha friend and my master.

It was obvious the change in Nick back at school. I was still the louder one and outgoing, but I was the one following Nick around. I let him chose our lunch spot, and how he seemed to just be in charge of where he was, even when he was silent. That intense calm of his…everyone was visibly attracted to him. I was no exception. But I was happy he stuck with me.

Nick took me to work out, and before I fully submitted to him as my Alpha, they were the most intense and high times I had. My workout was nothing, I watched him pump weights, running, stretching. When he spotted me, my eyes could not leave his muscles. Nick knew. I knew. But I wasn’t ready to admit it that we were different now.

That changed one week where he was absent from school twice. I wanted to see if he was ok. I arrived at his house and heard low moaning and the sounds of heavy hard sex. I had watched porn before, not with Nick, but I could tell that there was fucking happening in his house.

I remember my head emptying. Only hearing the sounds of intense fucking. The high-pitched moans and someone else’s familiar voice growling deep and low.

I had used my spare key to let myself in, and the first thing I remember hitting me was the smell of male body and sweat. Smells I started to associate with working out with Nick. The next thing to hit me was the intense fucking sounds. Nick didn’t even bother taking it to his bedroom, he was in the living room.

Nick saw me, but he barely paused. He just told me to wait, and I watched, transfixed, as he railed hard and deep with such long strokes. I caught a glimpse of his slut, and recognized it as a star athlete from the senior high school we would attend the next year.

I only kept watching as he finished, pumping with deep powerful thrusts, and I realized, I wished it was me. As he pulled out and a massive, cum covered cock revealed itself, I remember wishing, I want that.

I don’t remember what I asked him, my mind was blanked and turning. But I remember him grinning at me, palming his still hard, monster cock, and saying, “All day.” I remember him telling me to come back later, and he went back to mounting his prey, who barely moved except moaning out. I wondered, and was jealous, of just how long he had been fucking him. By my 15 year old best friend.

Nick told me everything that night when I went over. How even when we were kids, he knew he was different. How moving away let him explore. How he started to fuck other people at the gym in the school he was at over there. How he even fucked his dad’s construction foreman when he visited. How the foreman became his muscled bitch for the last year he was over there.

Nick made me stroke him as he recounted the high number of guys he had fucked and used when he moved. I never had to use two hands before, but I did for his cock. He talked. I stroked. His pre dripped all over my hands. I remember I was kneeling in front of him as he sat, his huge body and cock towering over me.

When he finished talking, ending with who I learnt was the baseball captain of the high school I saw him fucking earlier, I held his cock in my hands like a trophy. I knew that we had changed. He wasn’t just my childhood friend. I asked him why didn’t he claim me like he did the others. That I knew.

He just said that unlike his other fags, I was special. And he wanted me to submit completely and without hesitation. Honestly he could have taken me that first day he came back and I would be his faithful fag forever, but he, in his own alpha way, loved and valued me.

I wish to share more, brother Sam. I want to tell you of the day he truly cunted me. How he truly transformed me into his. I want to tell you just how much stronger he’s gotten. How big he’s gotten. How his giant Asian cock has gotten even bigger, thicker, more monstrous. How I love every inch of it. How he now towers over me, an absolute beast of a hunk, how his defined, muscled Asian body commands attention, and how beautiful he looks as an Alpha god no matter what he is doing. How over the next six years, he grew into the amazing strong Alpha he is, owning multiple faggots with his powerful demeanor.

And how through all he has ascended, no matter who he uses or controls, he still always makes time and space for me. Claiming me like he did six years ago. And every time he does, every time he buries his mammoth cock inside me, laying his enormous body on top of me, calls me his boyfriend fag, how when he slam fucks me til I’m seeing black, I can still hear his low, deep voice saying how he could stay inside me forever.

But I can hear his workout ending. He always finishes his home workout by aggressively smashing the heavy bag around, and even through multiple walls, I can hear just how punishing the thuds are. And after every workout, I worship his sweat, muscles, and cock before he claims me brutally and overwhelmingly. I live for it, brother Sam. I live for Sir Nick, all of him, for every thought of mine to be fucked full of Him.

So much in this startling and detailed story to unpack!

First of all, I think it’s fair to say we can dispel any doubts about the genetic nature of Alphahood. Master Nick was born Alpha, but it wasn’t unleashed until circumstances forced it to the surface (I suppose much like Bruce Banner and The Hulk). But how did Master Nick return at age 15 after two years with so much dominance and so much power and control over faggots? Did he go away to Alpha School?

No, of course he didn’t. He knew these things because Alphahood is a programming gifted to our greatest Men. The genetic secrets and wisdom of Alphahood are sacred mysteries shared and protected among only the members of this elite fraternity. Master Nick was born with these secrets and codes baked into his very psyche.

Kudos to my brother Tim for instantly recognizing the overwhelming and undeniable Alphahood of his old friend, and having the sense to submit completely! It might’ve been easy to fall into jealous rages or competitions with a friend who once seemed like an equal. However, Tim instantly realized they were no longer even close to being equal. That takes proper humility!

I really hope Tim continues to share more illuminating stories about the six years he’s been blessed to serve as Master Nick’s primary faggot!

Hello Sam, I’m at a tough spot as a 24 year old fag. All my friends are dating and want to get me on dating apps and start going out with guys to get a boyfriend. Right now my priority is finding an Alpha to serve, but I’m having trouble balancing these two separate sides of my life. What do I do?

Thank you for the question! 

I’m a little surprised that there aren’t more questions like yours, honestly. I would imagine this would be on the minds of a lit of faggots!

The ideal circumstance would be to find an Alpha who could also be a boyfriend, like Declan and Zack that are featured here on this site. It happens a lot, so I wouldn’t discount that.

If that’s not possible, then here’s my take as based on plenty of empirical experience: Your desire for a boyfriend can be satisfied within the confines of serving an Alpha, but your needs as a faggot will never be met by a regular boyfriend. The need to serve Alphas is so primal, so hardwired into us that it’s impossible to lock it away. You’d be in that relationship with a vanilla boyfriend and forever be gazing distractedly at the horizon thinking about that ache to serve. 

In fact, it’s this powerful need to serve that distinguishes faggots from gay bottoms. It can’t be ignored.

So my advice is to specifically seek an Alpha near your age who is looking for a bottom/faggot to have as a boyfriend. Then you can have your cake and eat it, too! 

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

Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.

And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.

All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.

But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!

Prepare yourself!

I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.  

I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am.  After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.

He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.

Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.

I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.

He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.

Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.

I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.

He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat.  He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.

He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy.  I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder.  I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.  

He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.

He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.”  “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me.  He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth,  It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me!  He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.

He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!

He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!

King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it.
All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.

He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said,  “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now  I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.

Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!

I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.

It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm.  I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence.  When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.

Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking!  All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot.  At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.

I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.

This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!

I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!

As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.

Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.

I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.

The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.

What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!

Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:

My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?

The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!

Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?

Thank you, Sam!
-#5

Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.

The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.

Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!

As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:

I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it.  About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too. 

Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think  I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but  I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.  

Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now. 

I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.

Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.

Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.

Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.

Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!

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

Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.

But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.

All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!

Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!

Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.

As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:

Hey boy!

I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call! 

You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!

Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…”  So fucking adorable!

Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!

It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!

I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:

Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites! 

I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL

My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!

I LOVE TO BE A MAN ! 

I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!

I’m so proud of him, and also to be his!

It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.

I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.

The men:

My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick

My daily routine included:

Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit

Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.

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On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”

I blushed. I was proud of myself.

Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.

One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.

That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:

Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning

I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.

By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.

Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.

Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”

Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”

They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.

Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.

Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.

Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”

It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.

What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:

“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈

Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”

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@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)

An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.

He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.

Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.

Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”

Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.

It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.

Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”

I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.

Rick: “Drink up.”

He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.

And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.

This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:

Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”

I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.

He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.

He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.

He pulled out and looked at me.

Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”

I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.

Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”

Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”

He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.

Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”

As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:

Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”

I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.

Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”

Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”

True story… the end

Check out our social sites as we post daily: X/Twitter: JKTORONTO11 (Zack – me) & Bluesky: JKTORONTO11(Declan)

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Yo I’ve been in the alpha scene for around 2 years and was thinking about making one of my friends serve me. First I wanna say thanks for the page, when the first guy showed me it I was skeptical but since then owning subs has made my college life so much easier. I’ve made a couple guys serve me since then but never tried on a friend. Was wondering if you had any advice to make it chill since he’s my friend but I’ve noticed he always stares at my bulge, grabs my muscles jokingly, and I swear I saw him take one of my used gym tanks before so I feel like I’m correct. I don’t wanna offend him but I think it would be hot to have an athletic looking guy serving me any advice?

Sir, thank you so much for writing to me! Once again, I’m blown away by the long-term effects of my work here! I’m glad to see that you’re experiencing the very real power of hierarchical truth, and all the blessings it holds for Alphas like yourself! 

Congratulations on being able to apply those principles to actually claim a couple of faggots on your own! I love that! It tells me you’re an Alpha who likes to confidently take action, and doesn’t care what others might think about how you conduct your business! Those are all terrific (and vital) qualities for any true Alpha, Sir! 

I’m telling you right now, Sir – if you’re seeing those signs from this friend, he is definitely a faggot. It’s especially true if he did indeed steal articles of soiled clothing from you; faggots are notoriously-compulsive thieves of such items! That’s the sign of a faggot in heat, when its raging hormones are overriding its brain. 

I’ll give you two ways you can get this faggot to submit to you, Sir. One is more direct that the other, but both will involve you getting him to admit he’s a faggot and you telling him that you want to own him. 

SUBTLE APPROACH: Next time you’re with him, take your shoes off and ask him to rub your feet. He might try to playfully object; if he does, then revert to the direct method below. However, I think the faggot won’t be able to resist this offer. Once he is massaging your feet, compliment him and also give him some direction in order to see how he responds. Then say something like, “You like making me feel good, don’t you?” (you’re trying to draw out his ability to express his desire). Then ask: “Why is that?” (No matter what bullshit answer he gives you) you say: “No, it’s because you’re a faggot, right?” Then make him look you in the eye and say: “Yes Sir, I’m a faggot.” Tell him “good boy”, then have him worship your feet before going through the scent training I outline in the direct approach below. 

DIRECT APPROACH: When you’re together, tell him to stand in the middle of the room with you. Then order him to kneel and kiss your feet. He might balk at that, but remain firm. When he does this, tell him “good boy” and talk to him while you take off your shirt. Tell him you knew he was a faggot for a while, and then ask him, “So what are you?” and make him say it loudly “I am a faggot.” Tell him “good boy” when he obeys. Repeat this several times. Then tell him to stand. Lift up an armpit and make him start sniffing and licking your armpit. Repeat this with the other armpit. Tell him “good boy” and even talk dirty and degradingly to him. Then have him kneel so he can be scent trained on your cock/balls as well. Same techniques here. Start by scent training through your underwear, and if you choose, you can pull your underwear down and make him service you directly. By the time you get the faggot to this point, he will do literally anything you command, Sir.

Hopefully you can see how either of these techniques combine verbal commands designed to get into the faggot’s mind while also using the powers of your Alpha body to force the faggot to accept its proper place. 

I’m looking forward to hearing more about how this progresses, Sir! You are welcome to write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com if you’d like! Thank you, Sir! 

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This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I get many questions from faggots about the service of straight Alphas. I always warn them – you can definitely serve straight Alphas, but don’t expect it to last forever and definitely do not fall in love. It’s almost guaranteed that the straight Alpha will eventually fall in love with a female and leave the faggot behind.

But occasionally love has erupted between an Alpha and his faggot. In the five years of this blog, I’ve witnessed two marriages between Alphas and their faggots. So ultimately, it’s possible that love can occur.

But the letter I received from a faggot brother named Jamie really blew me away and destroyed any preconceptions I had about the potential of the straight Alpha/faggot dynamic. You see, Jamie met and began to serve a straight Alpha named Dino, and now 15 years later they are married!

The letter Jamie wrote to me is so breathlessly adoring of Alpha Dino (even after all of these years) that I had to re-read it a second time to absorb it all. It is one the greatest love letters I think I’ve ever read.

I’ll get out of the way and let James tell the story:

I first saw Alpha Dino at a friend’s home. He was staying with them while separated from his wife. He emerged from a shower and walked through the room on his way out. He had dark hair, blue eyes, dozens of tattoos, and a body to die for. He only had on jeans, tiny streams of water still adorning his body. Our eyes met and I immediately cast my gaze down, said hello, and tried not to orgasm. He was AWESOME. He grinned a tiny bit and went to his room. I told my friend, “I’m having that “. He said, “No, He’ll KILL you. He’s just out of jail and I’ve seen him beat men bigger than you down for just looking at Him.” I said, ” then I’ll die happy.”.

I stayed the night KNOWING that something would happen and sure enough at 6 AM there’s a knock on my door. It’s the Master. We started to talk and I was just honest about who I am and what I could be for him. We talked for 7 hours without stopping, discussing our past and present. At that time I just thought I could be his side piece and that He’d go back to the wife. I had yet to realize my true calling of faggot. He still had the attitude of Alpha Male but had been beaten down by so many women that He lacked confidence. His wife constantly undermined things like His dick size ( 9 x 5 wasn’t big enough for her) his looks ( He’s the most handsome Alpha I have ever seen) sex takes too long (when Daddy gets horned up he goes for hours and fills his bitch with several juicy loads) etc… so even though He hadn’t realized His Alpha potential, I did. Just as immediately He saw I was a faggot when I didn’t yet know my destiny.

So He decided to give a fag a try, only because I was a faggot who immediately worshiped him and because I was good for his self-esteem. He said we’d have a date. We rented a hotel room for after dinner but we never left that night. He was showering and commanded me to get in with him. He made me wash his Holy body. He got out, barked at me to hurry and wash and get the fuck in bed. I did. We got high and I worshiped his body for 4 hours. He refused to cum. I thought I might die. After lying awake at His feet watching Him sleep for 2 hours I put His dirty boxers up to my nose and mouth and went to sleep. In a while, I was awakened by His foot gently kicking my head. It was obvious I had cried myself to sleep. He grinned and told me to come to Him. He asked what the problem was and when I told him that I realized after our session that I knew I belonged to Him, that I was created for Him. I told Him His cum was all that I needed to be whole, to become everything that I needed to be, that His cum was sacred, it gave life, and how blessed I would be if He chose to gift me with it. He grinned and punched me in the chest. I came INSTANTLY and He became very serious. He told me He hadn’t cum because He hadn’t fucked me. He never came in a mouth because He came so much nobody ever wanted it. Girls had thrown up trying to take his cum, the few who even wanted to try. Never a cum freak I nonetheless told Him it was my destiny to be His and that meant swallowing every precious drop of His sacred cum. As a matter of fact, I had, overnight, developed an overwhelming NEED for every liquid from His omnipotent body. He ordered me to ” go get my fucking cum then cunt.” This Alpha Man/God shot a load like I never had before and I totally became his. I choked and swallowed, He growled and cursed and held me on it, forcing me to take it all.

Then the REAL sex and dominance began. He spent the next 19 hours fucking my face, cunting me for the first time, and showing me that I now belonged to him. That was 15 years ago and I still worship my Alpha God daily. I could count on 2 hands the days He hasn’t gifted me, blessed me with his gigantic load. I am proud to say I know what every inch of my Master’s body looks like, smells like, and tastes like. I am a lucky faggot. It was a VERY rough road for us. The situation fucked with Daddy’s head for years but we both finally found our path as Alpha Male and faggot (now I’m a faggot wife) I have His name, his seed, and His domineering love. Whether He makes love to me, fucks me, rapes and beats me, or just allows me to worship Him until He has no more cum to spray into me, I am truly blessed. He owns my soul. I am His…

I am truly blessed.  One of the best things about my Daddy is his ability to shoot a load and just keep on going. I am such a happy faggot. I am sure we’re not the typical Alpha and fag because of our different life experiences. He truly is a straight Alpha Male who just happens to love a submissive faggot. Not many people understand that He’s still straight. I did get permission to say this. When He decided that I could be one of His holes He was still fucking women, as a Stud should be doing.

But after about 5 years He decided no cunt but me would be allowed to have His cum because it so SO Sacred so He started keeping His used rubbers, tied up and tucked under His nuts for warmth, and bringing them home to lucky me. While I hate to admit I wished that He’d stop seeing women I knew an Alpha deserved to fuck ANY cunt that He wanted. The fact He was gifting me with His cum instead of them told me lots about His feelings for me. I tell you the 1st time he did that I worshiped Him until He had no more cum. We found out that when cum is depleted, then blood oozes out. I had my Alpha God’s sweat, cum, piss, spit, AND blood that night. That was also after the first night He allowed His fucktard cumhole to sleep wrapped in His hard, Macho arms. Now I am allowed to sleep in bed with Him most of the time. Sometimes I sleep at His feet which is very satisfying.  I belong at His feet  and sit on the floor between His legs unless i am busy caring for Him. Sometimes He allows me to sleep with my face in His junk when I have been a good bitchboy.  When I have been stupid or bad I might get smacked or punched or kicked. If I am VERY bad He will make me stand on my knees in the bathroom and watch him piss into the empty tub where I would usually sit and then rub out one one his huge loads and wash it down the sink instead of feeding me.

After 15 years I am His in every way. Thanks to our marriage He now LEGALLY owns me, I have his name, and I have worked my way up His relationship chart. That means from our 1st meeting I was his hole to cum in. That is the bottom rung. Next reward is being His cunt, then His bitch, then His boy, then His baby, and at last His wife. But as He says almost daily, just because I have made it to wife I should never forget that, at my base I am nothing but his hole to cum in. Nothing in this world could make me feel so complete, so at peace as knowing I am my ManGod’s hole to cum in. my life’s purpose is fulfilled.  I am His fag.

P.S. Don’t think it’s been an easy life. Our 1st year or 2 were VERY dark ones. It’s a wonder I am still alive to tell my story. Daddy was, and is, a REAL Man. He’s a thug, He’s been in prison, He’s beaten 5 men at one time with me watching. He’s beaten me badly, there have been separations, misunderstandings, and lots of drugs and sex and bodily fluids PUMPED into me–all of it His–but it was all worth my reward, Him. I only pray that I have been the best cumwhore and perverted dirty bitch that I could possibly be because that’s what my God deserves–the BEST!   

It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?

I absolutely loved the eruption of passion between these two from the start. Sometimes it overtakes us, doesn’t it? This awesomely-powerful straight Apex Alpha saw the worship he wanted in the eyes of this helpless faggot, and simply took it.

I also loved the bit where Alpha Dino would fuck a female and tuck the used condom under his balls to keep it warm so he could feed it to his faggot when he got home. So powerful!

Jamie has hinted that Alpha Dino might be willing to talk to me (apparently he is the strong, silent type) which thrills me to no end. I adore talking to straight Alphas about their road to faggot ownership, but this case is extra special because of the long marriage. I really hope he manages to give me some time!

I don’t know if this example helps or hurts the multitude of faggots hoping for something like this for themselves. I guess the lesson is that you never know what might happen whenever you meet an Alpha, but nothing will ever happen if you don’t submit and offer yourself. Jamie offered himself, and now he lives a dream with a God!

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

Ethan was worried that it might be a while before his new Master, King Karter, used him sexually. The other house faggots of King Karter had pretty much told him to be patient.

But my experiences with black Alphas told me something else. I figured King Karter would want to try out his new property as soon as possible!

Guess who was right?

Ethan send me a breathless email detailing his first sexual experience with this hung, dominant God Alpha. Turns out, he was breathless for a reason!

Hi Sam!
I am sorry for not e-mailing sooner. I have been so busy with classes and getting ready for finals, working out at the gym, and now serving King. I have not had time to sit down and tell you what has happened! I didn’t even remember not emailing you until King asked if I had told you what happened because he had not seen a post from me on your site. (I think he is checking up on me 🙂 ) I went for my scheduled time to clean and help with the cooking. He was at his place last Thursday evening, he is not always there when I am, but he was this time. I got on my knees in front of him, looking at the floor, and asked for permission to speak with him. (Which is the way we need to ask if we need to speak in his presence.)

I took your advice, and you were, right of course! King Karter and his superior mind know exactly what to do. He even said he knew this would come up and had already had a plan for me. King said, “I know you would have to go home this summer but after next year I would like you to move here permanently, maybe even move in with #3.” I was so happy that he still wanted me to serve him, and be with my brother faggots. When I emailed you last, I was nervous he would not want me or would think I wanted to leave, which was not the case.  I would have to go home and talk to my family about moving in with some friends from school.  I think they would be ok with it, so I will have to talk to them about it, but right now, I will still be in the dorms next year.

King also had some ways to keep me in my faggot mind under his control. It will be some of the same ways he takes command of #2 and 4. I will have to check in with him 2-3 times a week. I must be naked and caged on while on FaceTime. I must keep doing Poppers trainings, and sometimes while facetiming with him. I must keep up my practice with my dildos, also while on FaceTime. And, I must still keep submiting my fag tax on a bi weekly basses. I did tell him I still did not want to be recorded, and he said he would honor that for now, and he would not record while I was Face-timing him. I also said I would have to find times when no one was home or maybe late at night, as my mom lives in a 3-bedroom apartment, and it will be hard to keep her and my sister from hearing me. He understood but told me if he requests a meeting, he will get one, and I replied, “Yes, sir, I understand.”

He will gave me two cock cadges to bring home and will have me buy 2 more specific dildos, ones closer to his massive cock. Which I found out then was about 7.5″ soft and 9″ long, hard, and about just under 4″thick.

He then started petting me on the head with one hand, like a pet dog, and told me that he valued my service and my commitment to him, and started rubbing his cock in his shorts with the other hand. He had me get a bottle of poppers from the shelf. And kneel in front of him. His big dark skined dick was already out when I returned and getting hard. I knelt back down and looked up at him. He took the bottle and had me take 4 big hits, 2 in each nostril. Then had had me sniff this pubs and balls and shaft again, all the time while his King dick was grown next to my face. He would have me repeat, me hitting and smelling him a few times. I could feel the heat and power from his massive dick. He asked if I wanted a taste this time, I said I would be so honored and I would love it more than anything, I begged him, “Please King, please can I taste your thick dark dick!” “Your Big Black Cock!” He likes race play, # 3, and #1 told me to really play into that, so I was!

After licking the sides of the shaft up and down about 10 times on each side. He had me just put the head in my mouth. I was to lick and nurse on it, like a baby on a tit. All the while, he had me keep looking up at him; he liked me looking up at him and keep eye contact, and he slowly slid it down my throat. And started to fuck my mouth. I was a bit nervuse he was going to be as hard on me as he was with #1 the last time I watch him throat fuck #1. But he was slow at first. I think he wanted me to get used to it.

At first, I was only getting about half in. He had me hit a lot more poppers as I was sucking him off. I would pull off, and he would hold the bottle under my nose. Then he would fuck my mouth harder and longer, each time pushing my head farther down. He would hold my head and make me gag hard on him. I have sucked about 15 dicks, before from Grinder, but his was longer and thicker then any I have sucked before. This was the first black cock I was also sucking, I have never sucked black cock before! It was thicker, stronger, and harder then any white cock I have sucked and serviced, before!  King kept pushing my head deeper down on his dick, it was in my throat and I was gagging a lot. All the while, he kept commanding me to look up at him and keep eye contact. My eyes were watering a lot, almost crying.

At this point, it was hard to breathe easily, and I was gasping for breath. He would take his dick out of my mouth or pull it out about half way to let me take a breath. He then would have me look up at him and make me say “I’m a White Faggot!” ” I am a Faggot cocksucker.”  ” I love Black Cock (in my mouth).”   over and over, with his cock in my mouth. He laughed and really got a kick out of that. Sometimes, it was so deep in my throat, it just sounded like gargling.

Now he was fucking me harder now and using my hair as like handles pulling me up and down on his cock! He was starting to get rougher, I have never had a alpha fuck me like this, this far down my throat. It was hard to breathe. He had me practice learning how to breath around his thick cock in my mouth and down my throat. At first, it was hard; I was almost hyperventilating and gasping for air. Then I got to understand his rhythm, and he would keep it so I could breathe. When I would suck air in, I could not just smell him and his cock, but it alomst felt like I was sucking in his Alphahood. Now that I had a rytham, he had me take it down so far I had to put my nose in his pubs. He kept me there for so long, I was trying to pull away, I think it was just my body. I tried desperately to fight it, but I felt like I was going to pass out! I tried so hard to breath around his thick dick in my air way but it was to hard, I was almost was puking at that point that he let me go. I was puking a lot of bile and saliva.

He was going harder now, almost how you discrbe Cunting but in my throat. He was cunting my throat for real. But now he would only let me off about half his dick, and kept the other half in my mouth and down my throat to breath. He kept fucking me like this, for about 5 minutes and hitting the back of my head a few times, slapping me on the face with his hand and cock.

Then he started to speed up. Keeping me down on his pubs longer and longer, I almost passed out a few times.  Then he pulled out and shouted,  ” Dink my Black seed Faggot!”  He then shot two huge ropes or cum all over my face and tongue, and then quickly shoved it deep down my throat again. So far down my nose was in his pubs again. He then proceeded to pump about 3 or 4 more hot loads in me. It felt like it was hitting the inside of my upper chest; I could not feel it in my mouth, just sliding down my esophagus. Then when he calmed down he pulled me off and wiped my cum covered face with his is thick black cock, wipping all the cum, saliva and sweat all over. He said “You have a good faggot face, with all that cum on it like that!” I felt so proud and wanted in that moment! His seed tasted so strong, I don’t know, is it because he is a black Alpha? Is that why it tastes so strong, or because he was a real alpha? He tasts diffrent from the other men I’ve sucked off, mostly stronger, more potent, better then the others.

He just sat there, in his chair, while I knelt between his legs, smelling his pubes and crotch. He smelled like heaven, the best smell I could smell in my life!

After a while, He said he needed to take a piss, and told me I was thrursty. I was a bit nervous knowing what would come next, what he wanted. But I did not fail him, I said with a smile, “Yes, sir.” I wanted to show him how gratful I was that I got to suck him off. Even though I was not looking forward to it, I know it was one of my duties.

He took me into the bathroom where I was to sit in the tub and look up at him. He pointed the head of his dick at my face and told me to open my mouth and drink as much as I can, he would stop a few times to let me swallow, and I did. He put out a long, heavy stream, and I flinched at first, trying to fight that instinct to pull away. I had to fight hard as it filled my mouth. It was a very strong flavor, I struggled at first to swallow it down when he stopped the stream. I gagged and almost puked a few times, He slapped the back of my head, and shouted at me that I better not puke up his cum, or I will get a beating for wasting it. It was very hard not to, but I held it in as best as I could. He told me to open back up and hit me with another hot stream. I don’t like hot or warm drinks much, but I tried to imagine in my head that it was like tea. That I think helped a bit. And by the third time, my mouth was full, I didn’t mind it at all, I started to like it even. I think I liked it, not for the taste. But for the fact that it was a humiliating aspect, that it made me feel like I was a subhuman. Like a thing like a urinal under him. Getting the privilege to drink what was coming out of his dick. I think that mindset helped me like it a lot. The 5th mouthful was not much, and some went over my face and in my hair. I liked it, and I almost felt sad it was ending. Is this a common reaction that faggots have to things like piss or other things that they might not want to do at first? In some way, I am kinda looking forward to drinking it again, and in some ways, I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t. It’s weird.

He told me I could not wash him off (my body) until I got back to my dorm. Which was super scary because I was afraid someone would see me, talk to me and smell his piss and cum on me. But I made it back and ran into the shower. Even though part of me didn’t want to wash it off. I could still smell him and his piss and cum on my body. However, I was too scared that someone would smell it too.

This happened on Thursday. He texted me today, asking if I had told you yet, and telling me to come to his place Saturday afternoon. I am not allowed to eat anything about 12 hours before, and I must clean myself out as best as I can before coming. But I will have time to clean out there. I also must fuck myself everyday this week for at least 1-2 hours a day. I am pretty sure he’s is going to cunt me. I am very scared and also so excited at the same time. (probably a little more scared though, as I don’t want to disappoint him, because it’s my first time. And I know he will be very rough the first time.) I did ask him if he liked my service on Thursday. He said, “Yes, Not bad!” He could tell I had sucked cock before and I was a natural cock sucking faggot, but he said my technique will get better when you suck more black cocks. “But not bad for a good cocksucking faggot!”  Even though I was not the best cock sucking faggot he had, I felt good with his answer, it makes me feel like a good faggot! Even thought my throat was very sore for a few days and it was hard to talk.

This is practically a textbook example of how to claim and train a faggot cocksucker. King Karter’s control is quite obvious from Ethan’s words above. It’s great that he took firm control of Ethan’s head and forced his giant dick down Ethan’s throat! Far too many faggots, when confronted by huge dicks, rely on hand manipulation of the shaft while focusing their mouth on the head. While certainly easier, it doesn’t teach the faggot any advanced skills. King Karter was doing Ethan a huge favor by training him to open his throat and hunger for the entire length of his black meat inside him.

I wanted to take a moment to answer a couple of Ethan’s questions.

In the body of the story above Ethan asked why black Alpha cum tastes stronger than the cum of other Men. This is something I’ve experienced as well, and I can’t say that I’ve ever found a definitive answer on it. I’m probably biased when I say that I do think black Alphas are superior to other Men, and their sexual prowess/fertility is probably tied to stronger, more nutrient-rich sperm/semen. But that’s just a guess.

Ethan also asked: Sam, why do Alphas always want us to look up at them while we suck them? Why do they like the eye contact?

This one is easier to answer. There are two primary reasons why they want us to look into their eyes when we’re sucking them. (1) They want to see the level of desire in their cocksucker’s eyes, and (2) they want to see the amount of struggle in the faggot’s eyes. Either way, it’s a power move.

I’m so impressed not only by my brother Ethan, but also by King Karter! I wish we had more actual black Masters who understand how to take ownership of faggots and dedicate time to training!

I think Ethan is about to be cunted by King Karter! Can’t wait to hear how that goes!!!

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!

The transformation of straight Master Mike has been pretty astounding, but unsurprising. Over the years I have witnessed many powerful straight Alphas profoundly changed by the ownership of a good faggot; think of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt from Canada, just to name a few. These straight Alphas come to understand that a faggot truly fulfills certain aspects of their Alphahood that cannot be accessed any other way, and so they become protective of it the same way they protect their faithful dog or their prized car.

When I first met Master Mike, he had been Benjamin’s good friend for many years and was just beginning to accept and understand Benjamin’s purpose as a faggot. In other words, there was already a friendship there, but he was now shifting the focus of the friendship towards one of service and ownership. This is often a difficult transition, but things seemed to be moving along orderly.

But then something recently happened to awaken Master Mike’s protective instincts, and like any great Protector Alpha, he moved quickly to fix it. Read on:

It has been a busy couple of weeks. Thought I would reach out to catch you up now everything is settled down. Benji is now fully moved in with me. The lease on his flat will be up at the end of next month but we moved his stuff into my spare room. If you remember the dickhead who was trying to get to him? The one who was at my Alpha party and tried to order him around. Well he didn’t take the hint when I told him to fuck off and leave Benji alone. I don’t know how he found out where it was but he turned up at Benji’s work (my guess is LinkedIn) one afternoon and followed Benji home. We didn’t realise this. Cut 3 days later when Benji was at my place cleaning. His phone starts going off with his doorbell camera. The fucker spent 30 mins knocking at the door and asking to be let in. We have passed it to the police along with the texts. But Benji didn’t feel safe in his home so he permanently lives with me now. I don’t think any normal man would not leap at the offer of a live in housecleaning cooking double ended fleshlight lol. And if he is here I can keep him safe.

The sexual service has carried on. It doesn’t seem to matter how rough you get with a fag. They just take it and seem to love it. Benjis blowjobs have become an almost religious worship of my Alphahood rather than serving and swallowing. I also didn’t think it would be so much fun milking his faggot loads out of him. Thank you so much for your tip on faggot maintenance. Once a week he is tied down and uncaged. I finger his cunt till he cums and make him lick it up. He is permitted to clean himself and the cage under my supervision. And then it is back on. It is definitely going to be one of the things I teach the guys once we have sorted out some more faggots for the group. We have an audition next Sunday. Little local faggot (let’s call him Timmy). Just a poker night for us while Benji shows him the ropes. Might be fun for the guys to have a faggot ass I let them fuck too. Benji is mine. Timmy will be communal. Do you think that will cause a hierarchy between the faggots? Or do they only form between men with faggots as one bottom tier?

It’s so thrilling to me to hear how swiftly and decisively Master Mike acted in order to secure the safety of his faggot! It sounds like this other dude was pretty unhinged, and Benji is a helpless faggot who could’ve been hurt … or worse. I hate to even think about it!

But that is really what great Protector Alphas do – they act as a righteous buffer against toxic masculinity. They do this, not by being pussified, touchy-feely versions of Alphas, but rather by being a sort of ultimate warrior shielded by nobility and virtue and truth. Think Superman, without the tights. They truly are the real-life superheroes of our broken world.

Meanwhile, Master Mike is now enjoying full-time service of a talented and devoted faggot like Benji, and he loves it! I knew that Master Mike would eventually get to this point. All cocky, powerful Alphas like him eventually understand that they deserve such treatment. Also, the convenience of having a throat or a hole to fuck at any moment is beyond tempting for any Man. I found it funny that Master Mike mentioned the fact that faggots can be pounded brutally without complaint, but rather that brutality is met with enthusiasm. It’s just how we are wired.

But Master Mike is now plotting to become a mentor to his Alpha Pack brothers by teaching them the wonders of faggot ownership/use. This is a step toward God Alphahood, and I’m curious to see how this plays out. Typically, this is not a difficult process as long as the Alpha in the mentorship role is deeply respected and revered as I suspect Master Mike is.

Master Mike finished his latest story with this amusing anecdote:

Benji does seem very eager to give blowjobs. He also seems to be able to make me cum in about 5 mins but chooses to take as much time as I will give him. Had him suck me off for literally the whole of the Return of the King extended edition. Wanted to see when he would get bored but he didn’t let up. Kept it feeling good while not finishing me off.

Faggots have always surprised straight Alphas with our endurance and our eagerness to please. And every time I hear that, I smile. When will straight Alphas learn that faggots are BORN to serve them just the way they’ve always wanted?

Classic, perfect form for this reverent cocksucker, the exact kind of worship a God Alpha like @TheRealKingCock deserves! Deliberately long, slow strokes accentuate the length and girth of his meat, which excites him even more for penetration!

Hi Sam the Fag,

Long-time follower of your pages—thank you for creating this space, and congratulations on 30 years serving alphas! I’m reaching out because I’m looking for a little guidance or advice.

A bit about me: I’m a 41-year-old Puerto Rican alpha, born and raised in Brooklyn. I’m a stocky, beefy “bear” kind of guy—hairy, strong, and very much comfortable in my alpha skin. I’m shaved-head bald with a goatee/beard and work as flight crew, so I’m on the move but always up for connecting. Over the years I’ve had a few long-term relationships with guys who were always the bottom, but I’ve never really experienced a true alpha/sub dynamic.

Lately I’ve been struggling with finding a submissive partner who’s serious about that power-exchange relationship. Online and on apps I get plenty of attention, but it never seems to develop into the deeper D/s connection I’m seeking. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if my size or hairiness turns subs off—but I know plenty of fags and subs are into exactly that. Still, I could use some tips on how to put myself out there more effectively, how to spot the right energy, and how to make it clear I’m looking for more than just hookups.

Any thoughts on where to meet dedicated subs, how to refine my profile or approach, or simply how to keep the faith would mean a lot. Thanks in advance for any wisdom you can share.

LatinoAlphaBear

Sir, thank you so very much for reaching out to me! This is an important topic! 

It always breaks my heart to hear such things from true Alphas like you who simply want what they know they deserve, but struggle to find the right faggot to provide it! 

Sadly, there is something of a bias among uneducated/untrained faggots who watch too much porn and don’t truly appreciate the Alpha/fag dynamic at the heart of hierarchy. These ones do not take their natural purpose seriously and really need to be broken much the way a Man breaks a wild horse. 

To that end, you (as Alpha) need to be much more direct and controlling over these faggots. Sometimes Alphas think they should try to appeal to a faggot’s emotions to get them to submit, when in reality faggots need to be commanded (at least at first). Utilizing scent training, foot worship, or even denial will make a faggot crazy for service.

I’m assuming that you’re not having trouble finding faggots, Sir, but if you are struggling to find faggots in your everyday life, apps like Grindr or TheBlowers.com can be excellent hunting tools as long as you’re quite specific about what you’re looking for. Don’t be shy about it, Sir. Say you’re looking for a faggot to serve you. True faggots will respond to this like moth to flame!

I truly hope you find a faggot or two to serve you as you deserve, Sir! I can hear the desire in your words. 

And to my faggot brothers: SUBMIT TO GREAT MEN LIKE HIM!  

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.

My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.

I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.

Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:

Hi Sam,

It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.

Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.

The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.

I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.

There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,

Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.

We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.

I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.

That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”

He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.

Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.

The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.

After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.

Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.

He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.

But He wasn’t done.

I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.

He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.

We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.

I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.

More soon,

Johnny

Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.

I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!

But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!

I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!

The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Over the years I’ve encountered a lot of abusive Destroyer Alphas, both personally and through my online teaching efforts. In my personal life I’ve mostly made smart decisions to steer away from them (my rapist was one I couldn’t see coming due to my youth). I value myself enough as a faggot to know that my gifts are worth an Alpha’s appreciation, not condemnation.

I try to instill that sense of self-worth in the faggots who interact with my content. I hate hearing of my brothers falling prey to Destroyer Alphas who are cruel and selfish and non-productive. There are so many great Protector Alphas who value the devotion and service of a faggot, and I just cannot understand why faggots self-destruct by choosing the worse path in life instead of serving these noble Kings.

My brother Tyler wrote into my Questions From Readers inbox to tell me about a choice he recently made. Listen to this:

I don’t exactly have a question, but I saw your answer to another fag about his Alpha cleaning the house and would like to share something that happened with me to know your opinion about it. I am 21 years-old and until last week I was serving two Alphas. They were both nice guys, nice dicks, and very dominant in bed. But one of them (Adam) was hotter (had a six-pack) and the other (Steve) was handsome, but a little chubby. I loved to serve them and I would usually go to Adam’s house on Wednesday and Steve’s house on Saturday.

Last week, I was supposed to serve Adam as always did (go to his place, get on my knees, swallow his first load, let him fuck my ass for his second load, and go back home). But I woke on Wednesday morning with a HORRIBLE cold sore. I looked like a monster. Since he had been serving him for 6 months, I thought it would be okay to cancel, but he insisted to know why and I sent him a picture of my lips. He just said I was a disgusting bitch and that he would find somebody else on Grindr for that night.

Maybe it’s his right to treat me like that considering our roles in hierarchy, but I was already very vulnerable and he really hurt my feelings with his words. So I texted Steve, who is also a dominant Alpha but tends to be more patient. I told him that I didn’t know if I would be able to visit him on the weekend because I wasn’t feeling great. He asked what happened and for a moment I thought he would treat me like Adam had done, but instead, he told me to go to his place at night because I needed extra care.

I went to his place after work with a thick layer of make-up on the sore trying to pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. But he’s a smart guy and noticed something was wrong. He told me to clean my face immediately because make-up is not ideal for sores like that. When I came out of the bathroom, he chuckled and said “I wonder where this mouth has been”, but in a funny and respectful way. He noticed that I too stressed for jokes, so he just hugged me and said “even perfect twinks get sick sometimes, relax”

Of course we did not kiss and I did not suck his dick, but he spent the whole night saying how gorgeous I am and even cooked dinner for me. He ordered some cream for cold sore at the pharmacy and put it on my lips with his own hands. I was feeling so good with him taking care of me that I felt an urge to serve him no matter how. He said that I was tired and stressed, so he didn’t want me to do the dishes, but then he smiled to me and said “well, but if you need to relax, I am sure that your ass does not have any cold sores”

So I quickly went to his bathroom to make sure I was clean and ready, and when I entered his room he was already naked jerking off his hard dick. I felt bad that I couldn’t suck that beautiful cock, but I just said “thank you for being my Master”, laid on my stomach and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I think it was a turn-on for him to see me so vulnerable and lost, because he fucked me really hard and deep, then 20 minutes later turn me up to fuck me missionary.

We slept together and I never felt so good in my life. I decided to stop serving Adam and stick with Steve now. Just like the Alpha who cleans the house, I think a certain amount of love and care is important for us fags. At least for me, it’s so important to see that, although inferior to him, my Man wants me to be happy.

Could you please comment and tell me what you think? Do you think that as a fag I should go back to serve Adam, even though he does not care at all about my feelings?

Here’s the bizarre part of Tyler’s story: he’s still questioning whether or not he should continue serving Adam the Destroyer Alpha after everything Master Steve did for him! Isn’t that crazy?? We faggots are something like moths that can watch a thousand other moths burn in the flame and we’re still drawn to self-immolation.

And the problem is SELF WORTH. We feel so worthless about ourselves that we mistakenly think we deserve that awful, abusive treatment.

But Master Steve shows a better way forward, treating his property the way a true Alpha treats everything of value that he owns. A Man like Master Steve deserves complete and devoted worship and service, not half-hearted attention. Is he to be expected to continue being there to comfort his faggot when it’s hurt again and again by Destroyer Alphas like Adam?

Of course not. A Protector Alpha like Master Steve is the mighty cornerstone upon which a faggot can build a lifetime of joyful service. I wholeheartedly encourage my brother Tyler to loyally remain at Master Steve’s feet! Master Steve deserves that!